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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Good, The Bad And The Ugly - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Willie Mitchell, Dexter Raymond Mills Jr., Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Ayyo, good morning, America, good morning to Erica
Who gave me good *** while watching good morning America
And good day, New York, have a good day in court
My homies drive around the hood and that's a good place to start

I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe
Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys

I guess that's why I went bad, needed all my chicks bad
Fiends needed it bad, started hittin' liqs' bad
Had to get that work off before that s*** went bad
If not, it gets bad and things will only get bad

So now I'm getting bad skin and I got that badge and
Tellin' me them bastards don't catch a bad break
Caught a bad rate on whip with bad brakes
I'm caught up in these bad ways havin' a bad day

So now the game's ugly and my pain's ugly
And my chain's ugly, things became ugly [Incomprehensible]
Got a stain and its musty, wakin' up looking crusty
And miss thang who's ugly is sayin' to me, "Don't touch me"

I went from pretty Willie to pretty silly
But I'm still pretty gully so you know thin's will still get pretty ugly
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this is for the hood, you got to love me

Good morning to ummm, I don't remember your name
But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and
Good morning to Chi-Town, where my *** ride down
And bust clowns and look for some bust downs to bust down

Yeah, she ain't got a car she on the bus now
But her gear is bangin', she one of us now
I wanted badly to bone 'cuz she was bad to the bone
She from a batter home, she mad when she at home

So I gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off
Bustin' scary movie ***, I had to get the freak off
The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulin Rouge on a too long cruise
She said, "I ain't *** you with them two long shoes"

And I get bougie in a grape poupon mood
So I'ma act cheap in a coupon mood
She said, "Ye' you don't love me?"
I told her it was good, it's too bad, yeah ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said, get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

Ayyo, good morning to Queens, the North side of my scene
And when it comes down to it, I'm a ride for my team
See it's a beautiful life but the bills will make it ugly
And the beauty of life is when you're forced to make it ugly

Had a beautiful night 'til a storm done made it ugly
And a beautiful wife, now we divorcing and it's ugly
Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly
And I'm ready to turn it up in these streets and make it ugly

Used to sit in Mr. Uglies with these sisters that was ugly
And these *** used to bug me to the point it made me ugly
And say things that was ugly and lead a ball abruptly
But I took it all back 'cuz God don't like ugly

Now I'm curbin' my bad words, they say that the bad burn
I left it on bad terms with a chic with a bad perm
Whose case took a bad turn and face caught a bad burn
And took the news bad when they said, she had bad germs

The bad thing about it was she was bad and 'bout it
But you know what smelled bad so I had to get up out it
So now we got bad blood, her son is a bad blood
But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad blood

And once it get bad, it be bad for good
And that's bad meaning bad, not bad meaning good
But I greet it as good when you leave with the good
It's all good in the hood, got called good 'cuz it's good

Now I'm havin' some good nights, livin' this good life
Got me a good girl that I'ma make me a good wife
So I'm good to go and I'm good where I go
Come on, man got good aim and that's a good thing to know

And he came home for good, off of good behavior
Spittin' that good game so what's good with this paper?
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

Ayyo, we showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Touch That Ass - Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

Title: Touch That Ass
Album: Rich Boy
Artist: Rich Boy
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, Maurece Richards

Lyric:
Yeah, Rich Boy, man, I'm pimpin' like that

I keep flickin' these dollars, girl and you know
I just got somethin' on my mind
Hold on Polow, man, stop throwin' money, man
Let me see what's happenin' wit' this man

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

You might catch me on Cheetah's wit a down dick eater
Standin' on the block in a fresh wifebeater
Filet mignon, me and Polow Da Don
Why they call you Rich Boy? Look at my charm

Look at my bracelet and look at my arm
Shakin' my wrist might just start a snowstorm
Up in the club and we gettin' it on
Poppin' big bottles and spillin' Patron

D-Boys be the squad, Zone 4 be the label
Got a 645 wit the satellite cable
They say I wouldn't make it but I still made it happen
One point three mill' and just start rappin'

Yeah, I got a room when you suck on my dick
'Cause if you suck on my dick you better swallow that shit
Ya young bitch, niggas still runnin' they mouth

It's one thing that I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

One dollar, two dollar, three dollar, four
When I leave the club, I take two whores
Maybe one more, back to the Doubletree
Hoes wanna double me and sip bubbly

Let's play a lil' game 'Simon Says'
Simon says why don't you give Rich Boy some head?
No lie, I'm a cool dude
Not tryin' to be rude, just tryin' to touch you

Yeah, I'm lookin' for that super dome
I ain't talkin' 'bout the field they throw the ball on
I'm a ball on, make that ass roll
Pussy look like gold comin' down that pole

Got the whole club outta control
Fake ballers in the bitch throwin' rent money, stupid bitch
I laugh at that shit, what you wanna do?
I got hundred dollar bills, tens and twenties too

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

I'm takin' my money and spendin' it all
All these thick girls that I wanna take home
Throwin' big faces until they all gone
While I watch all these girls take off they thong

Mr. DJ, won't you turn up my song?
Bouncin' that ass, I don't see nothin' wrong
One bitch, two or three bankrolls
Eighty-five thousand dollars worth of Russian rose gold

Take a picture of ya broad, put it in my iPod
She lick it dry clean when my dick get hard
Ain't playin' wit'cha, baby, can I get a lil' grip?
Spend a couple chips, I break ya off a big tip

It's one thing I gotta ask, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
If I fly you first class, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, yeah, touch that ass

Now I don't mind throwin' cash, can I touch that ass?
Touch that ass, oh yeah, touch that ass
Ya homegirl kinda bad, can I touch her ass?
Touch her ass, oh yeah, touch her ass

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Lo - Bad Mutha - Lyrics - Cee

Title: Lo - Bad Mutha
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Timothy Alexander, Thomas Decarlo Callaway, Les Claypool, Rick James, James Johnson, Larry Laloude

Lyric:
Well, I don't know what you came to do
(I don't know what you came to do)
But I came to get this thang crunk for you
(But I came to get this thang crunk for you)

And I don't know who you came to see
(And I don't know who you came to see)
But ain't another muthafucker bad like me
(But ain't another muthafucker bad like me)

Wait a minute
Hey, get up 'cause
I'm a bad muthafucker
I'm a bad muthafucker
I'm a bad muthafucker
I'm a bad muthafucker

You think you bad
You really think you bad
Well, I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad
I know I'm bad

Goddammit, you think you bad
You really think you bad
Well, I'm bad, I'm bad
But don't get mad

What can I say that you don't already know
I stay dead fresh all the way to the floor
I ain't never ever been beaten before
You get a bullet hole in your soul fuckin' with Lo

I'm from Southwest whip a Jaguar S 1100
Crucifix on my chest
I could just stand still and shine like glass
I got a mansion sittin' on 10 acres of grass

I cannot stop
I will not quit
And nigga don't like it
Got to deal with it

Don't cross the line, shawty, let me be
I got 100 niggas a kill 'bout me
Yes y'all
Yes, muthafuck the rest

If you lookin' for the shit, Suga Baby the best
You can talk all you want but betta not touch
You can't handle me
Ho, I'm just too much, rock

You think you bad
You really think you bad
Well, I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad
I know I'm bad

Goddammit, you think you bad
You really think you bad
Well, I'm bad, I'm bad
But don't get mad

I'm one of a kind
I can read your mind
Give soul to a stick
And sight to the blind

I can make the sun shine in the pouring rain
I can even make the dead breath life again
I can walk on water
Take off and fly

I'm a bad muthafucka
I ain't gone lie
My mother is nature
This is why

And my father is God
We got a house in the sky
I can touch your heart
I can soothe your soul

I can give your body warmth
In the freezing cold
I can give you joy
When life got you low

I can take away the pain and you'll hurt no more
I can make every dream you got come true
When you believing in me
You believing in you

And one last thing
So you don't forget
You got to be bad as hell to do that shit
Rock

You think you bad
You really think you bad
Well, I'm bad, I'm bad, I'm bad
I know I'm bad

Goddammit, you think you bad
You really think you bad
Well, I'm bad, I'm bad
But don't get mad

Shawty so bad
Shawty so bad
Shawty so bad
Shawty so bad

Clap yo hands in the air like this
Boogie down and stomp, just twist
Don't dare miss a minute of this
This the funk that you can't resist

Wave your hands high in the air
Boogie down like you just don't care
After I'm done you will agree
Even a blind man can see
That I'm a bad muthafucker

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Touch The Sky - Lyrics - Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios - Kanye West

Title: Touch The Sky
Album: Late Orchestration: Live at Abbey Road Studios
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Lupe Fiasco, Curtis Mayfield, J. Smith, Kanye West

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Lyric:
I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Back when they thought pink Polos would hurt the Roc
Before Cam got the shit to pop
The doors was closed, I felt like Bad Boy's street team
I couldn't work the locks

Now let's go, take 'em back to the plan
Me and my momma hopped in that U-Haul van
Any pessimists I ain't talk to them
Plus I ain't have no phone in my apartment

Let's take 'em back to the club
Least about a hour I stand on line
I just wanted to dance, I went to Jacob an hour
After I got my advance, I just wanted to shine

Jay favorite line, dawg in due time
Now he look at me like damn dawg, you what I am
A hip-hop legend, I think I died
In an accident, 'cause this must be heaven

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky
Gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day I die, I'ma touch the sky

Now let's take 'em high
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world)
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world
Now let's take 'em high
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world)
(Top of the world baby, on top of the world

Back when Gucci was the shit to rock
Back when Slick Rick got the shit to pop
I'd do anything to say I got it
Damn, them new loafers hurt my pocket

Before anybody wanted K-West beats
Me and my girl split the buffet at KFC
Dog, I was having nervous breakdowns
Like man these niggaz that much better than me?

Baby, I'm goin' on an airplane
And I don't know if I'll be back again
Sure enough, I sent the plane tickets
But when she came to kick it, things became different

Any girl I cheated on, sheets I skeeted on
Couldn't keep it at home, thought I needed a Nia Long
I'm tryin' to write my wrongs
But it's funny them same wrongs helped me write this song, now

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

Yes, yes, yes, guess who's on third?
Lupe still like Lupin the Third
Here life here 'til I'm beer on the curb
Peach fuzz buzz but beard on the verge

Let's slow it down like we're on the syrup
Bottle shaped body like Mrs. Butterworth
But, before you say another word
I'm back on the block like a man on the street

I'm tryin' to stop lyin' like I'm Mum-Ra
But I'm not lyin' when I'm layin' on the beat
En garde, or touche', Lupe cool as the Unthar
But I still feel possessed as a gun charge

To come as correct as a porn star
And a fresh pair steps in my best foreign car
Self, I represent the first
Now let me end my verse right where the horns are like, uh

I gotta testify, come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky
You gon' touch the sky baby girl, testify
Come up in the spot lookin' extra fly
'Fore the day you die, you gon' touch the sky

We take it home baby
Sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
I'm, I'm sky high, I'm, I'm sky high
Sky, uh, sky high, I'm, I'm sky high

Yeah, keep it rollin', yeah
Feels good to be home baby, feels good to be home

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

I Don'T Think So - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: I Don'T Think So
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Sara Allen, David Bellochio, Alan Gorrie, Daryl Hall

Lyric:
We've been through this time together
All in my mind, yeah, love was so alive
Oh, I never wanted for another
Then I saw the beginnings of a lie, oh

(Good times and the bad times)
Through the good times
And the bad times with me
(Good times and the bad times)
Yeah, I wonder why I never see

(Good times and the bad times)
Oh, maybe there was always
Something wrong
(Good times and the bad times)
Did I wait too long?

You said you'd love me for all of your life
(Baby, I don't think so)
Through the best than the best
And the worst of the times
(Baby, I don't think so)

Oh, you said the world was a beautiful place
(Baby, I don't think so)
Come on, you swore the love was perfectly safe
(Baby, I don't think so)

People can only stay together
If in their hearts they know they
Can say what's on their minds
Would you say?

(Good times and the bad times)
If it can't really be then I gotta move on
(Good times and the bad times)
Is it really time? Hey, hey

You said you'd love me for all of your life
(Baby, I don't think so)
Oh through the best than the best
And the worst of the times
(Baby, I don't think so)

Yeah, you said the world was a beautiful place
(Baby, I don't think so)
Come on, you swore the love was perfectly safe
(Baby, I don't think so)

Said the check's in the mail
And the mail's on time
(Baby, I don't think so)
Said out of touch ain't out of mind
(Baby, I don't think so)

Oh, couldn't live without me
And that's a fact
(Baby, I don't think so)
Love is real and it's not an act
(Baby, I don't think so)

Come on
(Good times and the bad times)
(Baby, I don't think so)
(Good times and the bad times)
(Baby, I don't think so)

(Good times and the bad times)
(Baby, I don't think so)
(Good times and the bad times)
(Baby, I don't think so)

(Baby, I don't think so)
(Baby, I don't think so)
(Baby, I don't think so)
...

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Back In Town - Lyrics - Asia

Title: Back In Town
Artist: Asia
Composer(s): Geoff Downes, John Timothy Payne

Lyric:
Wheels turn, smoke rise
Chrome wings, low ride
The freeway, red line

To city lights electric I glide
If there's escape from your illusion
You gotta break the whole constitution

A concrete, touch sky
Main street, the dogs lie
Steel bird and black tie

Is this what they call the freedom you buy?
Look at him behind the delusion
All you hear is the voice of confusion

The bad boy's back
The bad boy's back in town, oh yeah
The bad boy's back
Don't you shoot him down

Wheels spin, ace high, no win, no life
One world, truth lies
Love's just a word on a red neon sign
If there's escape from the conclusion
You gotta shake the whole institution

The bad boy's back
The bad boy's back in town, oh yeah
The bad boy's back
Don't you shoot him down

If there's escape from your illusion
You gotta break the whole constitution

The bad boy's back
The bad boy's back in town, oh yeah
The bad boy's back
Don't you shoot him down

I said, the bad boy's back
The bad boy's back in town, oh yeah
The bad boy's back
Don't you shoot him

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Bad Man! - Lyrics - Murs

Title: Bad Man!
Artist: Murs
Composer(s): N Carter, Patrick Douthit

Lyric:
Ready?
Uh huh
Aight
After tonight
Don't leave your girl 'round me, heartbreaker for life
Ask my homeboy 9th

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

All I wanted was to fuck, from the start I never lied
Now it hurts my heart to have to see you cry
Let you know from the jump, I was that type of guy
Now you all on my voice mail askin' me why
Never kissed you in public and I never held your hand
I never said I loved you so I never was your man
How can we break up, when we never broke down
And committed to each other, we was fuckin' around

That's how people get hurt, and we both do dirt
Now we could put this all behind us and make things work
Or I could get behind you 'cuz I like that skirt
Sorry 'bout that, got a one track mind
But if you say you don't wanna fuck me too, then you lying
Tryna fight it girl, shit bring your ass here
Who else can make you wet by doin' this in your ear
See why you playin', all that bullshit you sayin'

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

She got me screamin' in public, in the middle of the mall
I lightly touch her arm, what'd the bitch do?, fall
Now they call security, it's about to be drama
I would never hit a woman, I was raised by my momma
But I kinda feel bad even though I didn't do shit
Now I gotta waste time to find a new chick
Someone who understand a man's gotta be a man
I don't wanna have to lie just to get into your pants

And ain't nothin' wrong with a one night stand
That happens twice a week, plus I'm nice in the sheets
And you look like a freak, it'll be to your benefit
A nigga you can fuck, and a nigga you can kick it with
I'm sick of this phone tag text message foreplay
I like to be spontaneous, that's my forte
Let's go to my crib and have sex in the door way
We'd talk all night if you had things your way

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

She said this might make me look like a knight in shinin' armor
Great way to escape or get away from the drama
So I got a little momma, first, had to disarm her
Said she heard about us rappers, I still got to charm her
I'ma tell you what you wanna hear and make it the truth
Haven't been with a woman since I left Cam loose
Two months ago in Canada, ask my road manager
He'll tell you I'm a good guy, I wouldn't lie to you

Just because you look fly, look my bus cards are new
We'll shoot to my room, make the most of twelve hours
We can wash that club, smell out your hair in the shower
Turn down the power, lie down and make spoons
Or we can talk all night and listen to ITunes
You assume this the game that I spit to every girl
But I'm careful with my heart and who I let up in my world
So, here's my number, call me anytime girl

Just because I'm a musician she must think I'm a
(Bad Man!)
All alone when she listens and I know what she's wishin'
But she won't pay attention 'cuz she thinks I'm a
(Bad Man!)

It's not as bad as you think, 'cuz you had a few drinks
I'll hold you hair out the sink, you still think I'm a
(Bad Man!)
I don't do this all the time, you are just that fine
Get that shit out your mind, I am not the
(Bad Man!)

Bad Man!
Bad Man!
Bad Man!
Bad Man!

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Monday, August 16, 2010

The Nigga Of The Century - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace) - Ice Cube

Title: The Nigga Of The Century
Album: War And Peace Vol. 2 (Peace)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Charly Charles

Lyric:
Say you little son of a bitch, what you tryin' to be?
When I'm big I wanna be a thug

You wanna be a thug, huh?
What you know about a thug, huh?
You wanna see the bad guy? Look at Ice Cube, that's the bad guy
You need people like him, can point your fingers

Huh? The fuck you know about this shit?
You ready to die? Okay
Where is that, you ready?
'Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy, okay?

I'm the nigga of the century
Oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it
C'mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?

I'm the nigga of the century
C'mon let's see how bad you are
C'mon bad guy, c'mon

We the worsest, all purpose, you want murderers?
We service, hatin' motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don't shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us

Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigga with the key to the mystery
Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think and what they see

Live how I got to live, give what I got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a sedative, pray to God that we let him live

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive and '95, I'll get you paradise
So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries

Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said, ?Get the facin' on them applications?
Didn't know back then, I was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker

What should I do in my life
Reverend Price, do you got some advice before I roll the dice
A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, 'cuz it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money Mang

Gang bang, maintain a slang cane
TV got a nigga where he can't use his brain
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, choose or lose
Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules for real

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

Who am I when it's do or die
You can see a man's soul through the human eye
Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high
'Cuz you and I got to do, for you and I

Actin' wild as a juvenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait pow, these people ain't playin' now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now

Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
It's quite simple, you bitche ass niggas don't know
What I've been through, the weather's presidential

The warfare's mental
I sell my soul to the lord for the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hustle found in chromosomes of my kinfolk

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, nigga of the century

Call Loko, take it easy Mang, you got it
You leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit
That's no problem with that, gonna fuck that
Gonna have a fuckin' heart attack

It's over, everybody knows now
It's no fuckin' secret
You know this motherfucker, okay
It's over, that's it, die bang, bang, bang

I got that bomb, bomb
Ti-ti-tity, bomb, bomb, bomb
When I hit you, uhh

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

N**** Of The Century - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: N**** Of The Century
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson, Charly Charles

Lyric:
Say you little son of a bitch, what you tryin' to be?
When I'm big I wanna be a thug

You wanna be a thug, huh?
What you know about a thug, huh?
You wanna see the bad guy? Look at Ice Cube, that's the bad guy
You need people like him, can point your fingers

Huh? The fuck you know about this shit?
You ready to die? Okay
Where is that, you ready?
'Cuz they ain't touch the bad guy, okay?

I'm the nigga of the century
Oh, so zhuu a bad guy, c'mon prove it
C'mon, you think you bad? How bad you are?

I'm the nigga of the century
C'mon let's see how bad you are
C'mon bad guy, c'mon

We the worsest, all purpose, you want murderers?
We service, hatin' motherfuckers with curb dust
You heard us, don't shit make us nervous
Not even when these fuckin' feds try to serve us

Mention me, when you write it in your history
As a nigga with the key to the mystery
Grand motta ain word don't mean shit to me
Who gives a fuck what they think and what they see

Live how I got to live, give what I got to give
Teach my kids positive, as well as the negative
Hope to raise better kids
The world needs a sedative, pray to God that we let him live

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

A nigga told me to keep hope alive
Survive and '95, I'll get you paradise
So I tried, nigga had to swallow his pride
But look into my eyes, I'm too wise to cook fries

Twelfth grade graduation, summer vacation
Mama said, ?Get the facin' on them applications?
Didn't know back then, I was too young
Public school made me dumb as a motherfucker

What should I do in my life
Reverend Price, do you got some advice before I roll the dice
A nigga don't wanna shoot craps, 'cuz it ain't all fun and games
When you tryin' to get that money Mang

Gang bang, maintain a slang cane
TV got a nigga where he can't use his brain
What the fuck you talkin' 'bout, choose or lose
Bitch I don't know the motherfuckin' rules for real

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

Who am I when it's do or die
You can see a man's soul through the human eye
Can't spend all your lifetime gettin' high
'Cuz you and I got to do, for you and I

Actin' wild as a juvenile
Now my whole life depends on the outcome of a trial
Wait pow, these people ain't playin' now
Got to bring 85 percent of the time now

Fuck that, rather roll with the ruff pack
In the jet black, listenin' to ruff rap
It's quite simple, you bitche ass niggas don't know
What I've been through, the weather's presidential

The warfare's mental
I sell my soul to the lord for the perfect instrumental
And the number two pencil
And all the hustle found in chromosomes of my kinfolk

'Cuz you're bad guy, I'm the nigga of the century
The diamond scruff, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, niggas better mention me

You better mention me, I'm the nigga of the century
Okay, all you niggas better mention me
Me that's who it ain't no mystery
Goin' down in history, nigga of the century

Call Loko, take it easy Mang, you got it
You leave it the fuckin' illest nigga to fuckin' shit
That's no problem with that, gonna fuck that
Gonna have a fuckin' heart attack

It's over, everybody knows now
It's no fuckin' secret
You know this motherfucker, okay
It's over, that's it, die bang, bang, bang

I got that bomb, bomb
Ti-ti-tity, bomb, bomb, bomb
When I hit you, uhh

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Phat Rabbit - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: Phat Rabbit
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Christopher Bridges

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Lyric:
I be that nigga named ludi
A K A L O V A L O V A
Fuck that shit
Nigga what you wan say one time
Southside let's ride
And if you love what you do, do what you feel
Then I know you gonna mark my words
Y'all drop shit like birds

Then it's about the time for yo ass to get served
Just lay it on down, just lay it on down
While we relax to the tight raps
And the phat tracks
That that nigga Timbaland put down
Oh yes, let's get it on down to the nitty grit
Don't have no time for the patient
'Cuz I got more dick than a lil' bit

And time flies, when I'm havin' fun
I can make a hoe get like Forest Gump and just run baby run
I guess that they can't handle this
The brothers just too scandalous
If you don't wanna get freaked
Get up out my way just like an ambulance
Gitty up gitty, up ride up on the real, let death to the fake
And tell your boyfriend just to chill, don't playa hate
Kick back relax and just take off yo shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do, yea

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit
Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
Fat rabbit
Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That that fat rabbit

Fatter than fat facts like a dove sack
Showin' them where that love's at
So open up your eyes
And get a surprise like in crackerjacks
Punan' Don happy
Givin' up that nappy dug out
Get the cut up, then I cut out
Why you standin' there wit yo' butt out

And it's always in the back of my mind
Whatever the place, whatever the time
Even in College Park, after dark, I'ma get my sunshine
Closer than close, closer than most, then I'm all up in ya
The beginners, give me a thigh, breast, and wing like Ms. Winner
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter? Shatter your bladder
And put so much light in yo' life

I'll make the roaches scatter
The wetta the betta, I'm ready to get ya
Gotta have rabbit like that cheddar
So I can freak you like I just met ya
Hot like a sauna, get comfy like in a Cadillac
Nick nack paddy wack give a dog a bone Jack
Kick back relax and just take off yo' shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do, yea

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit
Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit

Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it girl
Fat rabbit girl
Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit girl

Yo' love is supa-cala-fragalistic
You don't know how bad I missed it
If it broke then don't fix it, yo' stuff is butta like a biscuit
Reminisce like Mary, I gotta pop that cherry
Kinda like that coochie, you wanna be my hoochie
Better than my adversary
Don't be so scary, I never thought that you could act up
Make a nigga wanna back up

Keep it tight through the night while I wet this track up
So we can slip and slide make you wanna dip and dive
Trippin' while we rip and ride
'Til I get to the coming side got you where I want yo' ass
In the case of an emergency, break the glass
Keep yo' eyes on the President, erase the past
And be happy if we had more blunts to pass
Get done up and run up

And the guts of yo' butt don't shake like they used to
I wake 'em up like a rooster
Take it slow, not faster than a turbo rooster
No worry, no hurry, no pain, no gain
You better keep yo' eyes on strain
'Cuz ain't a damn thing changed, may
Kick back, relax and take off yo' shoes
'Cuz I gotta tell you what I wants to do, yea

Let me touch it
Let me feel it
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit girl
Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That that rabbit girl

Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That fat rabbit girl
Let me touch it
Let me feel it girl
Let me grab it
That

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit

Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit
Let me touch it, let me touch it
Let me feel it, let me feel it
Let me grab it, let me grab it
Fat rabbit, fat rabbit

What?
Dirty south, can y'all really feel me
East coast, feel me
West coast, feel me
Dirty south, can y'all really feel me
East coast, feel me
West coast, feel me
Dirty south, uh huh can y'all really feel me
East coast, feel me
West coast

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Tonight - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Tonight
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Sara Stokes, Dylan John, Lynese Wiley, Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Fredderick Watson

Lyric:
Somethin' happens when you touch me
I get open and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
It's a temptation, I don't knows what's come over me

Yeah baby, tonight's the night
I'ma ride that thing like a motor bike
Grab my waist and hold it tight, I'm not frontin'
You think I bought a box of lifestyle for nothin'

Please I got blunts you supply the weed
I'm the best so, baby, keep yo eyes on me
It's about time I get mine nigga I'm ready
And sex ain't the bomb if the girl ain't sweaty

Listen ma, we been chillin' out for a minute
And right now I'm in the mood to straight hit it
We know enough about each other, I been patient
Look, but every nigga got his limits

I'm tired of waitin', I feel like tonight is the night
To get Bucky Ball naked and make love all night
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me bustin' in quick seconds
I can handle mine plus I'm young and energetic, you ready

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

So where were you at ma show me a sign
I been peepin' ya all night and you're alright
The reason I'm starin', I'm comparin'
Some things we may have in common
And tell ya comin' on our plane to Bahamas

I love how you abuse the charm
You got a Bad Boys tellin' leave them fools alone
Any place that you stay I can move your home
I'm talkin' shoppin' sprees for weeks in Rome

We would import 4 in the mornin' we gone
Off to Paris to meet Sean
I can't disappoint Mr.Combs
But first I need the number to your phone

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

Somethin' happens when you touch me
I get open and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
It's a temptation, I don't know what's come over me

You ain't gotta act boogie or be all uptight
Tonight's the night E.Ness will put up a fight
Best sex you ever had in your life
If it turn out right, fuck around gettin' married tonight

Rock that hand off a one night stand
Hop in the van goin' honeymoon in Amsterdam
Tomorrow mornin' we gon' drive back home
And smoke a lot so we can be in the twilight zone

I wanna have you in the kitchen, put you 'pon di dresser
Throw you in the closet then undress ya
Treat ya like a one night stand, give ya the pressure
Make you hit high notes like R&B singers Mi Gyal

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it, 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it, 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Poisonous - Lyrics - Neighborhood Watch - Dilated Peoples

Title: Poisonous
Album: Neighborhood Watch
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Chris Oroc, Michael Peretta, Alan Maman, Rakaa Taylor, Devin 'The Dude'

Lyric:
You're like, what's ya name ma?
Should've run from her, the girl's
(Poisonous)
You made a bad move
She's from a bad crew, they're all
(Poisonous)

She ain't the one to trust
She'll treat your heart like Toys R Us
She's dangerous to touch
Stay away she's poisonous
(Poisonous)

She ain't the one to trust
She'll treat your heart like Toys R Us
(Poisonous)
She's dangerous to touch
Stay away she's poisonous
(Poisonous)

Some chick in the club you can't trust
Front like they fans only out for your buck
Front like they don't have a man and such
You start holdin' hands, that's when the van pulls up

It's tight situations like this
You know the risk, roll the dice, hit or miss
She feelin' me? Well, she got different motives
A candy shell to cover up the poison

I don't have to pretend
You know the type to fuck around with a man's best friend
You know the type out to do you wrong 'cuz you don't spend
Enough time or enough bread
(Poisonous)

It's the chicks that I let on the bus
I took one in the back, the other stole my stuff
(Damn)
It's the season of the vict', that night I got picked
I'm telling you now, they're dangerous to touch
(Poisonous)

She ain't the one to trust
She'll treat your heart like Toys R Us
She's dangerous to touch
Stay away she's poisonous
(Poisonous)

She ain't the one to trust
She'll treat your heart like Toys R Us
She's dangerous to touch
Stay away she's poisonous
(Poisonous)

She's poisonous
Can 'cause serious harm
Just one touch
She playin' with your heart
Like she was in Toys R Us
Ignore your trust
She's poisonous
(Poisonous)

You thinkin' it's love but that's lust
You feelin' like she's a drug with that touch
She breaks hearts 'cuz her heart got crushed
And loves cash, but she loves credit cards as much

She like the creole, for real, or maybe Puerto Rico
No self-esteem, but fronts the biggest ego
Never knew her father, her mother used to drink though
Her step-father had a peep show through every keyhole

Sweet and wholesome, he stole her innocence
Now he's up in Folsom, and she's the venomous
Hates men and dates them to rape them
For payback to pay bills she breaks them

Catch her at the bar, vanilla coke and Stoli's
Now she throwin' bait, reelin' them in slowly
She wants celebrities, 'cuz she can hustle that
A cat from the Mav's of the Cav's double back

They threw a couple back, they had a couple laughs
He was in trouble when he offered her a bubble bath
He didn't strap up, she 'bout to make him splash
Plan B was the get the hat up out the trash

And get the turkey baster, she's thinking tall paper
She cracked a smile when he told her that he'd call her later
She's gonna hit the lotto, she wants them all to pay her
Especially all them entertainers and ballplayers

She ain't the one to trust
She'll treat your heart like Toys R Us
She's dangerous to touch
Stay away she's poisonous
(Poisonous)

She ain't the one to trust
She'll treat your heart like Toys R Us
She's dangerous to touch
Stay away she's poisonous
(Poisonous)

Poisonous
Poisonous
Poisonous

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Shake - Lyrics - House of Fatty Koo - Fatty Koo

Title: Shake
Album: House of Fatty Koo
Artist: Fatty Koo
Composer(s): Marya Barrios, Daryl Edward Brickerson, Tasha Captain, Tobias Gad, Herminio Quiroz, Ron Riley, Gabrielle Travis

Lyric:
Yo, it's Fatty Koo
Shake

I'm in here now, see some shorties there gettin' down
Some soul sistas, the boriquas, look at all them
Hot senoritas

Everybody's lookin' so high, sexy poppin'
Baby you got it, come to me
Siente mi si, cerca de mi

Ooh, I'm up on you
Baby, let me know what you wanna do
I'm gettin' high off the vibe you're sendin' me
Girl, you got my heart stopped in a daze

Feel the rhythm, sexy, exotic
Wanna feel you next to my body
Era un arte todo la noche
Para chulo y mueve tu culo

Shake
I'm feelin' the vibe
Shake
Are you feelin' the vibe?
Shake it
Oh, I'm feelin' the vibe
We're just dancin'

Shake
So you're feelin' my vibe?
Shake
Yeah, I'm feelin' the vibe
Hang low to the floor till ya touch ya toes
Touch ya toes
Hang low to the floor till ya touch ya toes
Till ya touch ya toes

Girl, we dont want one bottle of Chris, we want it all
VIP baby, we buyin' the bar
Check out all the functions in my car
You got it right, you with some superstars
We got the party makin' like it's a fiesta
Oh la la, singin' whateva

Hanging low all night
Hanging low all night
Hanging low all night
C'mon shake it

Shake
I'm feelin' the vibe
Shake
Are you feelin' the vibe?
Shake it
Oh, I'm feelin' the vibe
We're just dancin'

Shake
So you're feelin' my vibe?
Shake
Yeah, I'm feelin' the vibe
Hang low to the floor till ya touch ya toes
Touch ya toes, touch ya toes
Hang low to the floor till ya touch ya toes
Get low
Get low

Na na na na, whoa
Na na na na, whoa
Mueve ese culo
Na na na na, whoa
Y vibra con migo
Na na na na, whoa

I'm lovin' the way Mami is lookin' real good
Sexy exotic model with high heeled shoes
Dressed in lingerie, shakin' the fatty culo
Body so tight making me wanna say, ooooh

You a bad girl but I would be a fool
Not to get your name and number
And see what you can do but
I don't really care right now it's just
Long as you shake your body for me

Shake, shake, shake
Shake, rattlin', rollin'
Shake, shake, shake
Shake, rattlin', rollin'

Shake your body
Shake, she's movin'
Shake, she's groovin'
Shake, rattlin', rollin'

Shake your body
Shake, she's movin'
Shake, she's groovin'
Shake, rattlin', rollin'

Now, I know you can't deny I really turned you on
And I love the way you shake and I wanna take you home
So don't stop, twerk it all night long, yeah
'Cuz the party keep going till six in the morn

Shake
Woo, touch ya toes, yeah
Woop woop, ladies
Shake
So you're feelin' my vibe?
Shake
Yeah, I'm feelin' the vibe
Hang low to the floor till ya touch ya toes
Touch ya toes

Siente la vibtacion, vamos acercate
Mueve ese culo y vibra con migo
Sientete al igual de mi cuerpo con tu cuerpo

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Everytime You Touch Me - Lyrics - Songs 1993-1998 - Moby

Title: Everytime You Touch Me
Album: Songs 1993-1998
Artist: Moby
Composer(s): Richard Melville Hall

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Lyric:
Oh, come and take me away
Oh, 'cause everything is wrong today
Look to the east, there are colors in the sky
The sun and the flames, and though I started to cry

'Cause every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born
Every time you touch me I feel like I need some more
Love's so high, never feeling bad, used to be alone now I feel so glad
Every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born

Anytime you need some peace, come along and stay with me
The forest burns, there are fires in the sky

'Cause every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born
Every time you touch me I feel like I need some more
Love's so high, never feeling bad, used to be alone now I feel so glad
Every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born

Want time in your fist, you got to be free
C'mon want time in your fist, now come stay with me
'Cause I pull it to the left, pull it to the right
Mass this song with them that uptight, want everybody just feel alright
Mass it 'course to make you excite

'Cause every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born
Every time you touch me I feel like I need some more
Love's so high, never feeling bad, used to be alone now I feel so glad
Every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born

'Cause every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born
Every time you touch me I feel like I need some more
Love's so high, never feeling bad, used to be alone now I feel so glad
Every time you touch me I feel like I'm being born

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Drugs - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Drugs
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Fabian Hamilton, Isaac Hayes, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
Never a flaw
A different kind of high
Y'know, feel me on this, huh, uhh

Ladies and gents, your dopest host presents extravagance
In the ladies' frame, leavin' cum stains
Niggaz remain in awe, when I brought a Dillinger
Throw it to ya jaw, uhh

Never a flaw, never before, have you seen such magnificence
In the black princess, yes flow's phenom, I'm the bomb-diggy
Ask Biggie, keep a dedicated squad wit me, call us the Gabbana girls
We dangerous, bitches pay a fee just to hang with us

Trust, niggaz lust, without a bank account
I doubt we could swing that route
Feel me out uhh, I'm used ta
Hangin' wit boosters, in the best name brand with the insane clan

Man listen, my position is lieutenant
Like a block of hash, got the burners up in it
Percent it, I send it back to ya greasy
Freak it Arabic style, sha-muck-daha-steesy
To please me you got to be well off
Bust a shell off, wit a tattoo that starts off

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

Uhh, to my niggaz that trick a little
To my bitches that suck dick a little
While they niggaz lick the middle, I'm the Don y'all
High driven Jean Paul Cartier wear

Yeah, enough glorifyin', lyrically electrifyin', bitches by lyin'
'Bout the clothes they be buyin'
Some stores won't even let you whores in
'Til I begin to embarrass that ass and get crass

Kim surpass, all crews
Bitches still drinkin' booze
I sip Crystal and Landcruise
Receive all the oohhs and the ahhhs, the jewels and the cars

Slick nigga, I'm stickin' you Baby Pah, uhh
Yes indeed, flows first class and yours is coach
Like the bag, the Prada mama
Jog five miles a day then I hit the sauna
My girls rock Chanel and smoke mad marijuana

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

Inhale this, clench your fist
Then ya, feel the mist through the uterus
Can ya, picture this
Life without me, wake up you're having bad dreams

'Cause ya fiend for a toke
My crew tote Tocques and mink coats
On the cell with the boat
What you thought, we get caught and get bailed out

Fuck the jailhouse, Hennessy on the rocks
Is all we got as we sail out, entrepreneurs
Crystal pourers, be glad we ain't takin' yours
Boring huh, I'm warnin' ya

Style waits for no bitch, a dream bitch
When I fuck with scratch and sniff
Now I stacks the shit, practice it
So no bitch can tax the shit, miraculous
So I can relax a bit and get my toes licked
The drugs nigga, a-hah hah hah!

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

Damn Ma, I love you like the lah, the ganja
Sensimilla, can I feel ya
All I wanna do is touch ya
The ultimate rush, you're drugs baby

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Count The Ways - Lyrics - Slum Village

Title: Count The Ways
Artist: Slum Village
Composer(s): R.L. Iii Altman, Ralph Ii Rice, Jason Powers

Lyric:
There's many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

There's many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

It goes day one
I would take her on a short vacation
Some place to chill, probably some place warm
Don't pack nothin' but bathin' suits and shorts hon' and thats for real girl

And then step two when you land off the plane up in Malibu
Limo, chauffeur service awaits you
Champagne open and the sunroof too
Black leather interior trimmed in powder blue

We roll out then we shift to step three
Hotel accommodation is lovely
There's no way they hand us the wrong key
Top floor you know the penthouse suite

It's plushed out, there's six rooms for two weeks
There's three beds, two baths, one jacuzzi
You got a wardrobe sittin' in ya dresser draw
Thats when El steps in to setup step four

There's many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

There's many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

Yeah, there's lingerie and a blindfold with handcuffs
Chardinay for the wardro and cameras
So we can play back this moment in a DVD
And mama send this bad truck through the three TVs

The waters runnin' for your bath now we at step five
Givin you head with like bein' baptized
Dryin' you off and let you get inside your neglige
Pour some wine like the dro and let the record play

Dwele G track 10 thats my favorite edge
You blazin' with me we laughin' and on our way to six
Stick my tongue in ya ear and set the mood right
Hit the balcony and grind you in the moonlight

You horny off the gentle breeze before we're off of six
Dab some wine on ya nipples and lick it of your tits
Now we enterin' seven and you just can't wait
Its like you enterin' Heavens gates when we make eight

There's many ways to touch you
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

There's many ways to touch you
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

Now we in eight, reachin' the climax ya feelin' so relaxed
Take you to another place, lay you on ya back
Ya body's tremblin' girl you feelin' so right
Repeated actions turn the moonlight into daylight

We watch the sunrise onto step nine
Breakfast in bed with cherries and some chilled wine
With the windows cracked open feel a slight wind
I take my time as I ease into step ten

Believe when my only reasons for this hon' is pleasin'
Stickin' my keys in your ignition
Ya screamin' eleven semen like big fun
We even we both skin and just cum

Ya screamin' and I semen and we get done
We leavin' the next evenin' events come
You [Incomprehensible] and we head to Sweden you can get some
We leavin at twelve to bring you back to just one

There's many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

There's many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

There's many ways to touch ya
I been thinkin' of you
Let me count the ways to fuck you
You're all I want girl

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