That'S What (It'S All About) - Lyrics - Teen Spirit - A*Teens

Title: That'S What (It'S All About)
Album: Teen Spirit
Artist: A*Teens
Composer(s): Tommy Tysper, Stefan Robert Nee

Lyric:
That's what it's all about

It's midnight, we're feeling all right
Dressed up for a cruise tonight
Nothing can hold us back
We're alive and right on track

All set, ready for a show
It's gotta blast, get outta control
Nothing can stop us now
There's a party going on too now

If you say, that it's okay
We gotta start right now

That's what it's all about, baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what is going on baby
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

Half past twelve
We're sneaking out the back door
Who said we couldn't stay out long?
Till the lights go out
We're gonna show what it's all about

We're gonna take it to the top
Never gonna stop
'Cause we might, do it till we drop
Spread the word around
When the drum rolls, time to get down

That's what it's all about, baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what is going on, baby
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to, baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

There's nothing that can stop us now
I swear we'll always be around
If you say, that it's okay
We gotta start right now

That's what it's all about
That's what it's all about, baby
That's what is going on
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to, baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

That's what it's all about, baby
That's the way that it's got to be
That's what is going on, baby
That's right, that's right

That's what it's all about, baby
That's what it comes down to, baby
I want you to hear me out
That's what it's all about

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The Hokey Pokey - Lyrics - Brave Combo

Title: The Hokey Pokey
Artist: Brave Combo
Composer(s): Larry Laprise, Charles P Macak, Tafft Baker

Lyric:
Put your left foot in
Your left foot out
Your left foot in
And shake it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around

Now put your right foot in
Your right foot out
Right foot in
Then you shake it all about
And then you do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about, hey

You put your head in
You put your head out
Head in and bang it all about
Do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about, yeah

You put your right hand in
Your right hand out
Your right hand in
And shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey
And you turn yourself around

Now put your tongue in
And your tongue out
Tongue in and
You do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

You put your hair in
Pull your hair out
Your hair in and shake it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about

You put your shoulders in
You put your shoulders out
You put your shoulders in
And shake them all about
Do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Now breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
You do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

You put your bottom in
Put your bottom out
Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out

Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out
Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out

Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out
Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out

Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out
Do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about

Hokey pokey
Hokey pokey

Move anything you want
Put anything you want, yeah

Put your stomach in
You put your stomach out
Your stomach in
And wiggle it all about
Do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Put your nose in
And your nose out
Nose in and wiggle it all about
And then you do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Now put your money in
You put your money out
Money in and throw it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

You put your whole body in
You put your whole body out
Your whole body in
Now shake it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about

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The Hokey Pokey (Long Version) - Lyrics - Brave Combo

Title: The Hokey Pokey (Long Version)
Artist: Brave Combo
Composer(s): Larry Laprise, Charles P Macak, Tafft Baker

Lyric:
Put your left foot in
Your left foot out
Your left foot in
And shake it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around

Now put your right foot in
Your right foot out
Right foot in
Then you shake it all about
And then you do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about, hey

You put your head in
You put your head out
Head in and bang it all about
Do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about, yeah

You put your right hand in
Your right hand out
Your right hand in
And shake it all about
You do the hokey pokey
And you turn yourself around

Now put your tongue in
And your tongue out
Tongue in and
You do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

You put your hair in
Pull your hair out
Your hair in and shake it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about

You put your shoulders in
You put your shoulders out
You put your shoulders in
And shake them all about
Do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Now breathe in, breathe out
Breathe in, breathe out
You do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

You put your bottom in
Put your bottom out
Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out

Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out
Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out

Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out
Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out

Put your bottom in
You put your bottom out
Do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about

Hokey pokey
Hokey pokey

Move anything you want
Put anything you want, yeah

Put your stomach in
You put your stomach out
Your stomach in
And wiggle it all about
Do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Put your nose in
And your nose out
Nose in and wiggle it all about
And then you do the hokey pokey
Turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Now put your money in
You put your money out
Money in and throw it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

You put your whole body in
You put your whole body out
Your whole body in
Now shake it all about
Do the hokey pokey
And turn yourself around
That's what it's all about

Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
Let's do the hokey pokey
That's what it's all about

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What'S It All About - Lyrics - Slum Village

Title: What'S It All About
Artist: Slum Village
Composer(s): R L Iii Altman, Titus Glover, Kevin Duane Mccoy, Trevor Smith, James Dewitt Yancey

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Check it out y'all
We gonna bounce around like this
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yo

First class, full blast, smash
Everything, women wiggle that ass
All my niggas analyze the color contrast
Live parallel, bound, shake control that ass

Hocus, pocus, focus
Smoke this watch Busta Rhymes the dopest
Hit y'all niggas with the bomb diagnosis
Slum Village hot shit and you know this

Now at dates we talk funny and floss money
Chippie shot that whip down when the day's sunny
Busta Rhymes and Slum Village will make a Pilgrimage
Run Detroit all the way back to the Brooklyn Bridge

Black bats and as the crime rhyme spray in my max
Spendin' my wax, I'm feelin' one time
Blow your mind, shine, blind all y'all at the same time
Regulate chickens I always come and take mine

(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about

It's on now, we worldwide, yo, crew what up? Yo
I'm every MC by the name of Jay Dee
(Do it)
Yeah that's the way it is nigga, get your money
(Do It)
Detroit the Metropolis, supply, why try ain't no stoppin' this shit

SV stay on top of this, if you're not bloppin' this niggas poppin' the
(Bleep)
It's all real, you know I ain't no approximist
Stay in the mix like apopadoppolis, get it
Who you die for? Get it, the proper shit
SV, flip mode your not stoppin' this

(What it all about)
Stop
(What it's all about)
Do it
(What it's all about)
Stop
(What it's all about)
Do it
(What it's all about)

Yo, live on wax, with the extra raps
See the S been doin' this shit since way back
Say that, when it comes to rap, we got a knack for that
And for that we brag and so we rap

For this lucrative stack, grippin the phat Cadillac
With the diamond back, if you was to ask me where it's at
Said it's all about the cheese and these SV cats
On a real, Real Detroit rap

Player haters get the actual finesse it lacks
Either words you speak can get you caught in a trap
Don't write your own raps, let somebody else do that
That's word up

(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do It)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about

(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about

We smack niggas, 'cause niggas don't give a fuck
Frank nearly got 'em pity on these niggas, for what?
My nigga Dane, working up the game, he from earth
Show these niggas how you get your money's worth

I'm movin' in position with my mutual fund
I take it out in seconds and you don't know I as done
I'm every MC plus 3 plus 1
All around the world, gave these suckers the runs

Call me bizmal with the pepto shit
I guess that you can see that we're the ultimate
Flip mode squad and the Slum's the shit
Come on everybody let me see you get down
Come on everybody go to town

(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about

(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about

Makin' you bounce, my niggas Slum Village makin' you bounce
Busta Rhymes, y'all makin' you bounce
It's flip mode squad baby, makin' you bounce
Niggas in the world, makin you bounce

All my bitches in the world, you know, we're makin' you bounce
Yo,yo, yo, we makin' you bounce
Just shake your little ass girl, makin' you bounce

(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about
(Do it)
What it's all about
(Stop)
What it's all about

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That'S What It'S All About - Lyrics - Greatest Hits Collection 2 - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: That'S What It'S All About
Album: Greatest Hits Collection 2
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Craig Wiseman, Steve Mcewan

Lyric:
Hey

Well you work and you slave
And you spend all day in your thankless job
Then you jump in your Ford
Door to door with a homebound mob
Then you pull in the drive and you hit the chair
And the one you love is waitin' there

Hey, that's what it's all about
Hey, this is the life I couldn't live without
No, I couldn't live without
It's a moment frozen there in time
When the reasons all begin to rhyme
Where loves a little bigger and you finally start figurin' out
That's what it's all about

When they won't go to bed
And do what you said or they eat their food
They cry, and they fuss and you can't cuss
'Cause they'll say it to
Your tired, numb, stressed and your mad
She smiles and says "I love you dad"

Hey, that's what it's all about
Hey, this is the life I couldn't live without
No, I couldn't live without
It's a moment frozen there in time
When the reasons all begin to rhyme
Where loves a little bigger and you finally start figurin' out
That's what it's all about

Hey, that's what it's all about
Hey, this is the life I couldn't live without
No, I couldn't live without
It's a moment frozen there in time
When the reasons all begin to rhyme
Where loves a little bigger and you finally start figurin' out
That's what it's all about

Hey, that's what it's all about
The life I couldn't live without
Hey, that's what it's all about

Hey, that's what it's all about
Hey, that's what it's all about

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Gangsta Grillz - Lyrics - LeToya - Letoya

Title: Gangsta Grillz
Album: LeToya
Artist: Letoya
Composer(s): Shannon Graham, Terry Allen, Kayla Shelton, Letoya Luckett, Mike Jones, Kyle Riley

Lyric:
It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all about the
Blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up
Tell me what y'all know about this H-town chick

[Incomprehensible]

I like them gangsta grillz
Riding through like did you see those big wheels
Pop trunk and let me feel, I got chills
Now what you know about a baller, shotcaller

Now won't you tell me what it do, where you from
I'm from Houston, keeping it screwed up
And what you used to, tippin' on 44's
On the north they stay braided up, south faded up

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got them dollas man
It's all about the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
Houston you know what it do, let me hear ya holla man
LeToya just too much for you, let me hear ya holla

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all about the
Blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up
Let me hear you screw it, it's Houston, H-Town

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all about the
Makes the beat chop, chop, makes the beat chop, chop
Makes the beat chop, makes the beat chop, H-Town

I got a thang for them gangstas with grillz
Top to bottom like he spendin' big skrill
So what you into, tell me homie what's the deal
'Cause I wanna be your baby, driving you crazy

'Cause we act a fool where I'm from
Houston, Texas keeping it screwed up
And you can bet a thug is what I'm used to
'Cause that's what I'm all about, want you to holla out

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got them dollas man
It's all about the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
Houston you know what it do, let me hear ya holla man
LeToya just too much for you, let me hear ya holla

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all about the
Blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up in H-Town, blowin' up
Let me hear you screw it, it's Houston, H-Town

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all about the
Makes the beat chop, chop, makes the beat chop, chop
Makes the beat chop, makes the beat chop, H-Town

4 tires, 4's spinning like a ceiling fan
Seats reclined, smokin' pine with wheel in my hand
Diamonds shinin', gangsta grill lookin' like a 100 grand
Now that's a Texas thang, mayne you wouldn't understand

And we got that country grammar just like the St. Lunatics
In Texas we screwed up that's how we be doing it
'Cause 'round here, it ain't all about account and brokers
Boys sitting fat with stacks taller than the Alamo

I see you with ya candypaint, do you got them dollas man
It's all about the heavyweight, let me hear ya holla man
Houston you know what it do, let me hear ya holla man
LeToya just too much for you, let me hear ya holla

It's all about the candypaint, all about the 4's mayne
It's all about the slab baby, all about the
Makes the beat chop, chop, makes the beat chop, chop
Makes the beat chop, makes the beat chop, H-Town

H-Town, H-Town

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Heartburn - Lyrics - Not Like Them - Nlt

Title: Heartburn
Album: Not Like Them
Artist: Nlt
Composer(s): Steven L Russell, Damon E Thomas, Andre Brissett, Antonio Dixon, Harvey William Jr Mason, Chris Stokes, Melvin Coleman

Lyric:
You know it's all about me
You know it's all about me
You know it's all about me
You know it's all about me

Don't hate me 'cause I got it going on
It's just me, I'm hot never cold
I can rock it anyway that I choose
I'm so good, oh yeah, I make up all the rules

I can't help it if I set all the trends
Everybody wants to be my best friend
It's infectious, come on don't you be jealous
Just join in this love fest, you know that

It's all about me
It's all about me, oh yeah
Me, myself and I
It's all about me

It's all about me
(You know it's all about me)
It's all about me, me, me, me, me
(You know it's all about me)
And everybody knows [Incomprehensible]
(You know it's all about me)
It's all about me
(You know it's all about me)

Muh, muh, muh, MySpace, I have 10 million friends
Tuh, tuh, tuh, text me, BFF till the end
Puh, puh, puh, page me on your cell and press send
Diva what, diva who, diva where? That's me

Duh, duh, duh, download all my crazy new hooks
Uh, uh, uh upload all my video looks
So buy my ringtone, fashion line and cook books
Diva what, diva who, diva where?

It's all about me
It's all about me, oh yeah
Me, myself and I
It's all about me

It's all about me
(You know it's all about me)
It's all about me, me, me, me, me
(You know it's all about me)
And everybody knows [Incomprehensible]
(You know it's all about me)
It's all about me
(You know it's all about me)

Don't blame her, I'm so beautiful
Not her fault, I'm platinum and gold
She's the queen and my reign is supreme
So follow the leader, you're all on my team

I can't help it if I set all the trends
Everybody wants to be my best friend
It's contagious and it's so outrageous
Grandparents, grown-ups and kids of all ages

You know Madonna ain't got nothing on me
Buh, buh, Beyonce ain't got nothing on me
Cuh, cuh, Christina ain't got nothing on me
Diva what, diva who, diva where? That's me

You know Mariah ain't got nothing on me
Fuh, fuh, fuh, Fergie ain't got nothing on me
Guh, Gwen Stefani ain't got nothing on me
Diva what, diva who, diva where? That's me

You know it's all about me, I'm a specialty
You know it's all about me, I'm a anomaly
You know it's all about me, who else could it be

Upload, download, text me, page me
MySpace you should not erase me
Fergie, J-Lo, Gwen Stefani
You know they got nothing on me
Indoor, outdoor, I'm so clever
That's why I rule you forever, yeah

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What'S It All About - Lyrics - Opposite Of H2O - Drag On

Title: What'S It All About
Album: Opposite Of H2O
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Gomez Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
Yeah, 'Opposite of H2O', y'know

What's it all about
What's it all about
What's it all about
What's it all about
What's it all about

It's about Drag copping the bank or copping the Range
Laid up some where I ain't gotta be popping them thangs
'Cause I already got the cash
So who would ever think you'll see Drag without his mask?

Waiting for a vic to past
It's about Drag off the strip out the orphanage
Of course this is same kid coughing off the nics
What you see something different

All I keeps different is my woman, no kids so a nigga chilling
Stay peeling, what are you kidding?
Money stacked to the ceiling
Chicks wit a frown see my rims spinning, grinning

Fiends on the block still see my cane'll cop
Cause traffic on the block, red, yellow, green top
While I'm bumping at the light in a mean drop
Turn it down cops coming burn the rubber now

Grimy nigga just wanna see the better thang
See what this cheddar bring and listen to my niggas sing

What's it all about
(Say it, say it)
What's it all about
(Party people)

What's it all about
What's it all about
What's it all about

It's about what coke to flip, what chick to hit
What bus to split while y'all worry who whips the sick
Shit, I'm a trump type, gimme a Denali and I'm happy
Wit something sitting in the seat sassy

And for me wouldn't mind getting her knees ashy
And for beef first on to get the heat to pass me
And it's not about you acting like you God
'Cause I find that mighty hard if you walking wit a bodyguard

Y'all cats is like ice when y'all stepping out ya Rols
Y'all see me in my over dressed clothes its like y'all froze
Listen, I swear I won't take the white gold
Strictly platinum, I mean that's what y'all said was happening

Like when y'all talk about ya Rollie and how its shining
But when Drag get it consider it bad timing
This is Drag rhyming, okay
I only paid attention to what Big said for now its what my nigs say

What's it all about
(Say it, say it)
What's it all about
(Party people)

What's it all about
What's it all about
What's it all about

It's about Ruff Ryders staying number one in the charts
We don't pop much Crys but we pop a lotta clips
We gone stay street thats where gotta eat
Y'all see us thirty deep motorcycles murda weeks

We make throttle sounds till they track us down
Than pop wheelies till our back touch ground
People on the side say here go the action now
What you talking 'bout? We don't do no crashing now

We be in and out catch you back at the spot
Tank top, bike hop, bank stop
Block hot still got knock from last week shots
But y'all know Drag never cry to the cops

That just give fiends time to detox
Long as I got air in my lungs I'm a blow out my ops
I'm a Ruff Ryde till enough fry, I'm stronger than mudslides
I'm fire, so can't nobody touch I

What's it all about
What's it all about

What's it all about
(Say it, say it)
What's it all about
(Party people)

What's it all about
What's it all about
What's it all about

Na na na na na
(What? What?)
Na na na na na
(Party people)

Na na na na naa
Na na na na naa
(Say it, say it)
Na na na na na
(Party people)

Na na na na na
(Say it, say it)
Na na na na naa
(Party people)
Na na na na naa
(Party people)

What's it all about
(Party people)
What's it all about
(Say it, say it)

What's it all about
(Drag-on)
What's it all about
(Flame on)

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It'S All About You - Lyrics - Before Dark

Title: It'S All About You
Artist: Before Dark
Composer(s): Nicolia Turman, Christopher Stewart, Thabiso Nkereanye

Lyric:
Tell me why you trippin' baby I ain't slippin'
My love for you is strong and true
Can't no one take you away from me baby

Your boys say I'm playin' telling you I'm gamin'
Don't let them tear our love apart
I've been down for you from the very start

It's all about you
It's all about the things you do
It's all about you baby
It's all about me and you

It's all about you
It's all about the things you do
It's all about you baby
It's all about me and you

I don't want no one else you know it's all about you
The way you touch, the way you kiss
Don't never go away, don't never go away from me

You know boy that I'll never leave your side
'Cause baby I need you now, I want you now
I've gotta have you 'cause it's all about you

It's all about you
It's all about the things you do
It's all about you baby
It's all about me and you

It's all about you
It's all about the things you do
It's all about you baby
It's all about me and you

Stay, stay in my life
I need you here with me
Don't take what's mine
You and I were meant to be

So stay with me
You know you are my melody
That's why I sing, it's for you and me
So baby don't leave 'cause it's all about you baby

It's all about you
It's all about the things you do
It's all about you baby
It's all about me and you

It's all about you
It's all about the things you do
It's all about you baby
It's all about me and you

It's all about you
It's all about the things you do
It's all about you baby
It's all about me

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The Questions - Lyrics - Common

Title: The Questions
Artist: Common
Composer(s): James Yancey, Dante Smith, Rashid Lonnie Lynn, James Poyser

Lyric:
Uhh

V-1

Yo, yo
What is an emcee if the wall ain't got no back?
(I don't know, yo, he must be kinda wack)
What is paper to a nigga if the nigga don't stack?
(Yo, why the hell you askin me that?)
Why do these girls, look so good in the summer?
(I don't know, I'm just sayin this shit)
If you got ta-dat-ta-dat-tap for your lady wouldja wanna?
(Hmmm yeah, right)
Cause you answer the phone "peace" do that mean that you not a freak?
(Hell no! That's right)
Cause you recognize me-e-e-e-e, yo, I got to speak?
(Why can't you speak? What you big a star now?)
Why you got-ta, act like, nigga, all the time
(Even on SUNDAY's you should )
Is a nigga yo' complexion, is it all in your mind?
(It's all your mind )
What's it called y'all?

It's the questions (WHAT?) it's the questions boy
It's the questions (What?) it's the questions, yeah
The questions (uhh) it's the questions y'all
It's the questions (WHAT?) it's the questions c'mon
The questions, it's the questions boy
It's the questions (ahh, uh ahh) it's the questions, yeah
The questions (yes) it's the questions boy
It's the questions - that's what it's all about

Yo, if I'm a intellectual-al, I can't be sexual?
(I don't know, you wanna be sexual?)
If I want to uhh tah uhh does that mean I lack respect for you?
(I don't know you tell me )
Youse a grown man, why fuck that young girl, are you lustin?
(I might look twenty but I'm 15 - slow down girl)
If you got paper like that, then why you still hustlin?
(Why you still hustlin? C'mon!)
Now you know yo' stomach too big, to be wearin a shirt like that
(Look at your stomach - ewww it's sloppy)
So why, you want, to go and do that?

Why ya why ya why ya why ya why ya wanna why ya wanna
Why ya wanna go and do that love huh?

Yo why your girl gi-giddy when my name come up?
{*Female giggling*}
How come the industry build careers that don't last?
(Uh-huh, that's right, ask him)
How come niggaz don't know but they front and don't ask?
(Mmmmhmmm) Man I don't know, I don't know

It's the questions (WHAT?) it's the questions girl
It's the questions (What?) it's the questions c'mon
The questions (WHAT?) it's the questions Com
It's the questions (hah) it's the questions yeah
Yo we talkin bout t

It's the questions (the who, the where, the when, the why)
It's the questions, c'mon
The questions the questions y'all (yo we shoutin it out)
It's the questions - that's what it's all about

Yo, why they say never say never, when they know that ain't right?
(What?)
Cause to never say never you done said never twice
(They scrubs, that's why - yeah that's twice)
Why do I need I.D. to get I.D.?
(I don't know, beats me beats me)
If I had I.D. I wouldn't need I.D
(Hahahahah, that's right - that's true)
Why do these fine ghetto women got so much ass?
(Why'd you talkin about our ass though? C'mon now)
Why did Dr. J shave his beard and mustache?
(Like this and like this)
How you got high expectations but got no patience?
(C'mon, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know)
How come this joint named "The Questions" is so John Blazin'?
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh) Man I don't know, I don't know

It's the questions (what ) it's the questions boy
It's the questions, it's just my questions black
Some questions - it's the questions y'all
It's the questions (what?) it's the questions, yo
Talkin bout the questions, it's the questions girl
It's the questions (what?) it's the questions, c'mon
The questions (which?) and we're shoutin it out
It's the questions (huh?) that's what it's all about, yo

Both fade outt

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The Heart Of Worship - Lyrics - Michael W. Smith

Title: The Heart Of Worship
Artist: Michael W. Smith
Composer(s): Matthew James Redman

Lyric:
When the music fades
And all is stripped away
And I simply come
Longing just to bring
Something that's of worth
That will bless Your heart

I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
It's all about You, Jesus

A King of endless worth
No one could express
How much You deserve
Though I'm weak and poor
All I have is Yours
Every single breath

I'll bring You more than a song
For a song in itself
Is not what You have required
You search much deeper within
Through the way things appear
You're looking into my heart

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus

I'm coming back to the heart of worship
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
And it's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus

Oh, it's all about you
Oh, it's all about you

It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
This is all about you, oh

Sing now for this
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you
It's all about you

I'm coming back
I'm coming back to the heart of worship
It's all about you, it's all about You, Jesus
I'm sorry, Lord, for the thing I've made it
It's all about You, it's all about You, Jesus

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Phone Sex - Lyrics - Private Room - Avant

Title: Phone Sex
Album: Private Room
Artist: Avant
Composer(s): Myron Lavell Avant, Stephen Huff

Lyric:
Wanna take you with me on a late night creep, girl
That's what's up, that's what's up
And while you're here', erase all your fears
That's what's up, that's what's up

Wanna take you to the shower and spend about an hour
That's what's up, that's what's up
And hold and embrace and girl, I wanna taste, yes, oh, yes
That's what's up, that's what's up

Over the phone is takin' to long
I can't wait to see you so we can get it on
It doesn't matter about the place
It's goin' down when I see your pretty face

Over the phone is takin' to long
I can't wait to see you so we can get it on
It doesn't matter about the place
'Cuz it's goin' down when I see your pretty face

It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down

After the first one ends the fun will begin, yeah
That's what's up, that's what's up
I'm gonna give you somethin' to run and tell your friends
That's what's up, that's what's up

Like gettin' freaky at the movies, I don't care if it's PG
That's what's up, that's what's up
In the elevator goin' down, shut it off so we can clown
That's what's up, that's what's up

Oh, baby, oh, in the limo, listenin' to my demo
Girl, close that middle window
Do you want me to stop NO or the airplane?
Where turbulence ain't no thang
I got the tool to make you scream my name
It's goin' down, but

Over the phone is takin' to long
I can't wait to see you so we can get it on
It doesn't matter about the place
It's goin' down when I see your pretty face

Over the phone is takin' to long
I can't wait to see you so we can get it on
It doesn't matter about the place
'Cuz it's goin' down when I see your pretty face

It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down

In my H2 where the seat fold down like clothes
I'm about to jump in the back row
Girl, you make me curl my toes
At your job, when everybody goes on break
Let's steal the security tape 'cuz baby, I can't wait

Over the phone is takin' to long
I can't wait to see you so we can get it on
It doesn't matter about the place
It's goin' down when I see your pretty face

Over the phone is takin' to long
I can't wait to see you so we can get it on
It doesn't matter about the place
'Cuz it's goin' down when I see your pretty face

It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down
It's goin' down, it's goin' down, it's goin' down

I promise, I promise you
I'm gonna take of you, yes I will
Ooh, you just don't know, girl
I promise, I promise, promise
Oh, oh, this special thing I wanna do you
Baby, just give me a chance, yeah, yeah

Ooh, you got my body just hangin'
And I don't know how to start
And I wanna shoot this thing to start
Do you feel me? Yeah, baby, baby, baby
These things that I'm gonna do
And I know you'll be happy, baby

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On Tha Curb - Lyrics - Tha Smokin' Nephew - Baby Bash

Title: On Tha Curb
Album: Tha Smokin' Nephew
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Mikel Cee, Ronald Ray Bryant

Lyric:
I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

Well that's the way I put it down R and D we faced the clown
Purple essence all around see me an' my folks we blaze the pounds
Ain't no brown it's all green, players know what the hell I mean
Gotta whole new scheme and a whole new dream
I just got me a triple beam
From a dope feen but he a homie though
Use to be a balla till he started using all his dough

Rock it up, chop it up, may me sack it up
They're true to the rules don't be no fool who always actin' up
An' they know woofin' they lovin' what these gentles cookin'
That's why I'm jukin', that candy cream with that puddin'
Is baby bash all about that cash an' that Mary Jane
You know tha game, I gots to gets tha money man

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

My play a dreams are magical, my top notch game is valuable
I'm stackin' my mathematical 'cuz I just bumped me a badder hoe
Well Las Vegas Nevada hoe, stripper international
Some big old tits and ass an all, she loves all by that grass I grow
Her schedule ain't flexible they all live in Mexico
Got a semi truck with hella blow and he scats across the border hoe
That's why the duck is comin' buckets posted on the gizzard
Blowin' sweets like they gots trumpets

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

Before I run out let me be cocky 'cuz I got the habit
That fluffy rabbit, that purple puss, that white magic
It got them feenin' for a mouth piece that be poppin' peas an'
Got them sick and queezin' can't let them haters be the reason
You takin' losses fuckin' off your credit that ain't cool
And then you wonder why these fools ride and blast at you
But that's the game and the game gonna take a stride
It's baby bash baby boy I come and take a ride

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

I'm standing on the curb puffin' on the herb
Tryin' to get what a mother fucker deserve
I'm tryin' to stay high true to the trilla
Tryin' to get richer 'cuz it's all about them illaz

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What About Us - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: What About Us
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, S Howse, B Mccane, A Henderson, Armando Colon

Lyric:
(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

It's for my, incarcerated niggaz
That stuck in the pin they coming home
Gotta stay strong 'cause you ain't alone
Remember you always got love from home
But still this pain and may not know it
I'm a boy and I gotta show it
I hear them cries from the babies
I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it

But unemployed for all the little girls and boys
You got to love your mom and daddy
And make them wonder why you give them ploys
Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap
But what about that little nigga running the streets
Making a living through his beats?

What about these whack ass politicians?
They don't care if we live or die
What about that elderly barely breathing? Gotta survive on SSI
They say America, it's the land of the free
And home of the brave it's mass hysteria
So bring your knees and hope we can fight and if bury us

At least we can live as we believe
Dog ain't ever gonna break our pride
Ain't nothing you can do to keep us weak
And all of my soldiers come together
Get on your feet and get ready to bust
What about this war against terrorism
(Fuck that)
And what about this war against us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about them thugs that's dead and gone?
What about them thugs that ain't even grown?
What about them thugs that out here lost
And ain't ever gonna find their way home?
Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up
It's violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us
If it's this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time
Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying

This shit we deal wit', we young black and fit less
Living in the ghetto to ghetto
And ghetto to ghetto 'cause ghetto is all we know
They beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit
Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me
And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets
They can't hold us down we getting all that money

And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some
How they get it they don't care
Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth
But they listening in my business, trying to fuck up my move

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

Dead niggaz, I've been to war
Been tall with shit, I seen it all
Like soap operas from ghetto stars
I can tell when rappers getting bored, really
Sometimes she a bitch, sometimes my lady
And times when niggaz die, she help like I was a baby
The simplest things in life were always the best
Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest

Hey, somebody call my momma and help me one more time
Before I die my momma, she carry me no comma
Niggaz bitches and drama
I recollect walking and stoppin'
Cops not even checking on me
Juvenile delinquent and baby y'all be respecting me
The B.O. it taking me in
Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did
And let the cops see all the shit that I did

Like spittin' on them foxies skied up
In the palm of my dick
This is the life that I love
This is the life that I live
And it's a life full of lust nigga

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

My partner called me after court
He said they got 25 to life just for slingin' some dope
They making some cheese just to feed their folks
And they like somebody won't go home
It's sad 'cause its sadder for us
What about our boys and young girls
In their wicked young world?

Coming to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers
Whatever happened to family and humanity we posses
What about our babies, that struggling in this mess, don't streets
Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood
What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good?

See most of the niggaz still on the street
Still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something to eat
Some of them resting in piece and some will never get free
Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it real and really real
And let 'em know about us

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

(What about us?)
What about my niggaz still out on the street?
(What about us?)
What about my partners doin' time?
(What about us?)
What about this harassment from the police?
(What about us?)
What about my young thugs cry?

What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?
What about us?

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Solong - Lyrics - Juslisen - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Solong
Album: Juslisen
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Taalib Johnson, Carvin Haggins, Valvin Roane, Ivan Barias

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Lyric:
Hmm go, go hmm
Oh goo, goo
Papapapa, papapapa
Oh goo, goo
Papapapa
Yeah
Oh
Papa

See we both shared a crowded room
Not formally introduced
But I've been watchin' her, watchin' me all night, ahh
And then she disappeared for a few
Must have got herself a drink or two
To work up a nerve to come and say "Hi"
She politely spoke her name
Like a gentleman, I did the same
And she sat down and we talked for a moment, yeah
She told me she'd be pleased to be
The lucky lady leavin' with me
That sounds nice but I'd hate to hurt my woman

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(So what)
(It's all love)
That's what she said to me, yeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Alright)
(Goodbye)
But for now you gotta live for the moment
Yeah ahh

Now what I look like deceivin' my lady
The future mother of my babies
And lose a love that took years to build, yeah ahh
To do that I must be crazy
And right now I don't feel crazy
Even though you're killin' me with your sex appeal
(Yeah)
(Ohh yeah)
And on the real she may never know
(Ohh)
But the problem is I'll know
But how can I look into my baby's eyes?
Now it just might be cool for some
But I refuse to be the one
To let a moment ruin my life

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(Yeah)
(It's all love)
That's what she said to me, yeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Yeah)
(Yeah oh)
But for now you gotta live for the moment, moment

(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
I must admit you look remarkable, yeah
But my woman puts you to shame
(Woo, woo, woo)
Oh 'cause what we have is more than physical, yeah
(Ahh, ahh, ahh, ahh)
More like spiritual souls intertwinin'
(Ahh, ahh, ahh)
Intertwinin' like a braid

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(It's all love)
That's what she said to me, yeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Ohh, ohh ahh)
(You)
(Yeah)
But for now you gotta live for the moment, moment, ooh

So what, so what, it's all love, it's all love, show love
(It's all love)
(Yeah, yeah)
That's what she said to me, yeeeah
It's alright, alright, goodbye, goodbye
(Ohh, ohh)
(Ahh yeah, yeah ahh)
(Ohh, ohh)
But for now you gotta live for the
You gotta live for the
You gotta live for the, ahh
You gotta live for the, ahh
For the moment, yeah
Huu

Nice talkin' about a girl
Sayin' nice about her
Should I go about her
Find it in the moon
Everyone pound her to love
I've gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my babe
Gotta reach for my so long

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That'S What The Blues Is All About - Lyrics - The Best of Albert King - Albert King

Title: That'S What The Blues Is All About
Album: The Best of Albert King
Artist: Albert King
Composer(s): Jerry Strickland, Robert Patterson

Lyric:
Oh, you come home one evenin'
To nothin' but the four walls
And then ya find your phone been disconnected
You can't even make no call

Ya hung out for your baby
Oh, an' she's not there
You look in the closet, buddy
An' you find it's all bare

Oh, that's what the blues is people
That's what the blues is all about
Well that's a hard pill you have to swallow, um!
When you find what the blues is all about

Now listen to this

I went out to my backyard
Ya know I whistled for my dog
He ran up under the house, people
Like he didn't even know me at all

Now I hadn't fed him in two or three days
An' he was lookin' kinda thin
Oh, when your dog turn his back on ya, buddy
You know ya haven't even got a friend

That's the blues, people
That's what the blues is all about
Oh it's a hard pill to swallow, um!
When ya find out what the blues is all about

Oh, look out! Uh!
Oh no! I think I got 'em!

I went out to my mail box
I got a bunch-a bills that I can't pay
I guess my wife been out shoppin' again
While I been at work all day

I see the man comin' with his tools
Now is he gonna cut off my water?
You know they got my gas yesterday
An' they comin' right back for the lines tomorrow

Ah, that's what the blues is people
That's what the blues is all about
Oh, that's a hard pill to swallow, buddy
When you find out what the blues is all about

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What'S Love - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: What'S Love
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Graham Hamilton Lyle, Terry Britten, Irving Lorenzo, Andre L. Parker, Jeffrey Atkins, Christopher Rios, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Put the fuckin' mic on
Mic is on
Joe Crack the Don uh
Yeah, yeah, y'all
Irv Gotti

What's love?
Ashanti, Terror, Terror Squad
It should be about us
Be about trust

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, y'all)
What's love?

It's about us
(It's about us)
It's about trust, babe
(Be about trust)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
What's love?

It should be about us
(It should be about us)
It should be about trust babe
(Be about trust)
What's love?

Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, woo, yeah, slow down, baby
Let you know from the gate, I don't go down, lady
I wanna chick with thick hips
That licks her lips

She can be the office type or like to strip
Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye
But you talk to much man you're ruinin' my high
Don't wanna lose the feelin'

Cause the roof is chillin'
It's on fire and you lookin'
Good for the gettin'
I'm rida

Other in a hoodie or a linner I'ma provider
You should see the jewelery on my women
And I'm livin' it up
The squad stay feelin' the truck

With chicks that's willin' to triz with us, uh
You say you gotta man and you're in love
But what's love
Gotta do with a little menage

After the party, just me and you
Could just slide for a few
And she could come too
That's love

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, y'all)
What's love?

It's about us
(It's about us)
It's about trust, babe
(Be about trust)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
What's love?

It should be about us
(It should be about us)
It should be about trust babe
(Be about trust)
What's love?

Yeah, uh, yeah, yo, mommy, I know you got issues
You gotta man but you need to understand
That you got something with you

Ass is fat, frame is little
Tattoo in your chest with his name in the middle
Uh, I'm not a hater I just crush a lot
And the way you shake your booty, I don't want you to stop

You need to come a little closer
(You need to come a little closer)
And let me put you under my arm like a Don is supposed ta
(Like a Don is supposed ta)

Please believe, you leave with me
We'd be freakin' all night like we was on E
You need to trust the God and jump in the car
For a little hard eight at the Taj Mahal, what's love?

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, y'all)
What's love?

It's about us
(It's about us)
It's about trust, babe
(Be about trust)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
What's love?

It should be about us
(It should be about us)
It should be about trust babe
(Be about trust)
What's love?

Yeah, uh, yo, I stroll in the club
With my hat down
Michael Jack style
Hot seven who the mack now?

Not my fault cause they love the kid
Ma be the chain or the whip
I don't know what it is
We just party and bullshit

Come on mommy put your body in motion
You gotta nigga open
You came here with the heart to cheat
So you need to sing the song with me
All my ladies come on

When I look in your eyes there's no stopin' me
I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me
(Uh-huh)
Don't want your stacks
(Yeah)

Just break my back
(Uh)
Gonna cut you no sack
(Whoo)
Cause I'm on it like that
(Uh, come on)

Come on and put it
(Yeah, yeah, y'all)
(Yeah, yeah, y'all)
On me
(Put it on ya, girl)
On me
(I'm put it on ya, girl)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, y'all)
What's love?

It's about us
(It's about us)
It's about trust, babe
(Be about trust)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
What's love?

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, y'all)
What's love?

It's about us
(It's about us)
It's about trust, babe
(Be about trust)

What's love?
(Got to do, got to do with it, babe)
(Yeah, yeah, uh)
What's love?

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