Fuck Em - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Fuck Em
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Wayne Hardnett, Lavell Crump, Micah Troy

Lyric:
Yo, yo, Bone Crusher
Ya'll, know what time it is
This your boy, Pastor Troy
Check it out, I'ma tell ya'll
Mississippi to Atlanta, nigga

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

My mind on money, what the hell you thinking 'bout?
The cars, the broads, the stocks, the house
To find my mouth, I'm spitting flames wit Banner
Mississippi putting it down wit Atlanta

No cameras, bitch, this ain't no camera trick
Ain't no stunt man needed, bitch you best to believe it
Some niggaz say, I'm conceded, I say, you god damn right
Them same motherfucking niggaz gon' get robbed tonight

You wanna pick up the fight? I wanna crank up the war
These niggaz taking me light, how you gon' take the .44?
I ain't no hoe my nigga, so don't you tamp-on me
Leave ya RIP, bitch, this D S G P

You see the horns on my head? Nigga, you know I'm the Devil
And I pack heavy metal, what the fuck you gon' settle?
Bitch, you better settle down, I'm a real ass nigga
I'm strictly 'bout my scrilla, motherfuck them, niggaz

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

Hush lil', balla, gangsta, cap peela
Who I be? This Mississippi trill, nigga
Fuck a hater bitch, suck a dis
I'm down to take 9 wit a thirty something clip

And bust it on a bitch, to me it ain't shit
I never did nothing but praise God and my clip
So, come to Mississippi and we taking yo hoes, pick in yo dome
Boom, hoes and clothes wit black .44s and Calico's

Give a fuck, what a bitch, nigga, know, you know this
Whose getting stuck like Al Green and a bitch wit some hot grits

Tell 'em Yankees this a new day
Ya'll gon' speak about Mississippi in a new way
I got some peelas in Atlanta, holla, you wait
And spelling bread raw backwards in yo two way, all life
[Incomprehensible]

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

Now put yo bangers up, now put yo fingers up
Now put yo fingers up, now put yo fingers up

Police wanna stop the trill
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna ride in the chromie grill
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a bust the blue steel
(Fuck them, niggaz)
How you's gon' hate wit a stack of mill?
(Fuck them, niggaz)

Girl, get loose and pop the pill
(Fuck them, niggaz)
You my down wit a bitch a feel
(Fuck them, niggaz)

Get loose, get neck or get high tonight
Tell 'em thugs get ya boys we gon' ride tonight
If I die tonight, man, fuck 'em all good
'Cause I left this bitch quiver left and would ride

Man, choo, what this hoe really wan' do?
Fuck or suck the stick like, ooh, don't fuck me
Niggga, I'll fuck you, two, three in your face till you're blue, black
Would you fuck her wit a jack top man?
I'll shoot ya in your back like blat, blat, blat

Yeah
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Yeah, yeah
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Fuck them, niggaz, fuck them, niggaz
Fuck them, niggaz, fuck them, niggaz

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug
(Fuck them, niggaz)

These niggaz wanna hate?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
These niggaz wanna mug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
Wanna run up on a thug?
(Fuck them, niggaz)
I'm a pump them a slug

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I Love Them Ho'S (Ho-Wop) - Lyrics - I Don't Want You Back - Eamon

Title: I Love Them Ho'S (Ho-Wop)
Album: I Don't Want You Back
Artist: Eamon
Composer(s): Mark Passy, Harry Warren, Eamon Doyle, Al Dubin, Mark Robinson

Lyric:
Yeah, girl I thank you for this wonderful night
Wishing I could see you one more time
But I don't think you will let me
So I thank you

If you wanna still fool around
You can come to the next town
But until then I gotta go
So I thank you

I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's

Looking sad, even though we just met
No need to get upset
But I got a show, gotta go
So I thank you

And if you wanna still get sexed down
You can catch the next greyhound
But until then I gotta go
So I thank you

I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them

I can't see anyone but you
Oh, tell me know that I love them ho's
Oh, tell me know that I love them ho's
Oh, tell me know that I love them ho's
I love them ho's

Girl I thank you for this wondreful night
Wishing I could see you one more time
But I don't think you will let me
So I thank you

If you wanna still fool around
You can come to the next town
But until then I gotta go
So I thank you

I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's, love them ho's, love them ho's
I love them ho's

I can't see anyone but you
Tell me know that I love them ho's
Tell me know that I love them ho's
Tell me know that I love them ho's
Tell me know that I love them ho's
Oh tell me know that I love them ho's

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Lie To Kick It - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: Lie To Kick It
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Don Blackman, Warren Griffin, James Brown, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Richard L. Serrell

Lyric:
Yeah, if she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you
I dedicate this to my nigga, Mike Tyson
If she didn't wanna fuck
Then she never should've called you

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Jack of all trades, ballin' like Jordan, you punk
Fake inside the paint, in fact I know you can't
Do half of the shit that you was claimin' in the county
Suckas on yo' jock, you claim you run the block

Polyurethane busta, cracked in half
You claim you foldin' bank but I know yo' bank stank
I lived around the corner, I seen you fully smoked
Must I say some more? You weighed a buck 04

You sold ya TV for a buck 'cause it was way too late
Now they sent you upstate an' you done gained some weight
You's a baller, lyin' to them youngstas quick
Got them thinkin' you sick an' representin' yo' click

But you's an old basehead, kickin' too much hype
Yo' bicentennial pipe, it got rally stripes
An' if they knew yo' identity you'd probably be the victim of a stickin'
You ain't got to lie to kick it

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it, y'all don't hear me
I got these niggas yackin' in my face
About some shit that never took place
An' what you see is what you get, that's what he told me
I peeped it in his pose, exposed the fuckin' phony

I'm gettin' richer so they claim to be my homie
With them bitches, they be freaky, they don't know me
Hey, it's gettin' drastic, gunnin' niggas down
'Cause they plastic, sleep on a G an' get that ass kicked

An' stuffed inside a casket
Rippin' the shit like it's my muthafuckin' last hit
Hey an' wonder why a nigga's nothin' nice
An' every time I bust a nut, I fuck for Tyson

'Cause I know the real on the bitch
She got to skit ya just to get a nigga's riches
I pray to God that the bitch don't get no dick
An' got a nigga screamin', ?Fuck that bitch?

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

Well if a bitch'll be a bitch, then a trick'll be a trick
I've got my nigga, Richie Rich an' we be all up in the mix
This is 'Thug Life', baby, rollin' hoes like Vogues
Stay the fuck up out of mine an' I'll stay outta yours

It's a Oakland thang an' bitch, you wouldn't understand
This Tanqueray got me screamin', ?Fuck yo' man?
But now you beefin' on the strength that you was thinkin' I was jockin'
Hey bitch, I got no time for hoes, I'm steady clockin'

An' if it ain't about a buck, I gives a fuck
It's raggedy hoes like you that keep a nigga stuck
So what's up with them low life bitches tryin' to play me?
Bitch, you better see Trojan about yo' baby
Trickin' niggas better catch up on they pimpin'
'Cause bitches love to catch a nigga when they slippin'

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches
You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

You ain't got to lie to kick it
To them tricks an' them bitches
Out to get a nigga's riches

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Murder - Down For My N'S - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Down For My N'S
Artist: C
Composer(s): Calvin Broadus, Craig Lawson, Magic Corey Miller, Carlos Stephens, X

Lyric:
Man, fuck them niggas, ha ha
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

Bitch, I'm down with no limit, I'll ride for the 'cause
I'm the nigga on the tank with the big fuckin' balls
And if anybody fuck with Snoop Doggy Dogg
I'ma make these niggas put his name on the wall

And everywhere I go, I got Mr. Magic here
Because I know that nigga don't care
He'll have that red shit pourin' out your hair
Nigga, any fuckin' time nigga, any fuckin' where

Make 'em bleed is the motto that I live by
If you fuck with me it's a must you die
Them niggas might goin' run but them niggas can't hide
It's like shootin' yourself, it's a suicide

KLC rock the beat, hittin' hard like burt
Niggas in the Nolia know him as Big Hurt
Just like soulja slim he'll put you in the dirt
And have your picture on front of a t-shirt

And when I make moves I got a hundred niggas with me
Just in case a nigga out there tryin' a get me
All my niggas is down to squeeze the trigger
That's why I'm down for my motherfuckin' niggas

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

What you ain't heard Boi, I ride with these niggas
I die with these niggas
Do a drive by with my forty five, 'cause I'm down with these niggas
Snoop Dogg and Bossalinie

Don't shoot now nigga just call me when you need me
Believe me, I never bite the hand that feed me
Just point them niggas out and
I'll leave 'em all on the street bleeding
Bitch, you fuckin' with a grown man

How I be done waxed you in your house?
And then buried you on your own land
See the cops is scared to come and get me
But I don't blame 'em 'cause they know
I got a bunch of thug niggas with me

Lookin' for trouble starting shit
I'm ridin' solo and I'm bustin'
And gettin' rid of your dick
See your boys ain't 'bout beefing

When you fuckin' with niggas that'll
Definitely get you internal sleep
But if you didn't get the fuckin' picture
Bitch, I'm down for my niggas

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

What niggas, them niggas, yeah dawg, you with it?
Fuck 'em, let's get 'em, do 'em, I did 'em
We gettin' nutty in this motherfucker
(Nutty in this motherfucker)

I got my buddy in this motherfucker
Leave a nigga bloody in this motherfucker
We in the cutty motherfucker
You done, done too much, you got it comin' motherfucker

Some of these niggas is "Bitches 2"
And some of these niggas look just like you
Well, where I'm from we like to ride on pros
Do it from the shoulders or do it from the toes

I do my dirt all by my lonely
(All by my lonely)
C-Murder and Magic, hell, yeah, them my motherfuckin' homies
So when shit get thick and foggy
And niggas wanna act like they wanna get with Snoop Doggy

Lemme let you niggas know
(What's up?)
Shit, fuck what you goin' through
And fuck what you stand for?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas, what?

Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas 'cause I'm down for my niggas, what?
Fuck them other niggas, I ride for my niggas, what?
I die for my niggas, fuck them other niggas

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Digits - Lyrics - Geek Love [CD SINGLE] - Fan 3

Title: Digits
Album: Geek Love [CD SINGLE]
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Paul Robb, Fred Lipsius, Allison Lurie, David Clayton-Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?

Just in case, check the pace
I rock this place, so I got in ya face 'cause I got what it takes
I wanna see you back up, don't clean your act up
Walkin' like I own it, now I clean the crap up

Do it, groove it, come on gotta move it
I can see you looking and the calender needs booking
I know you wanna talk, come before I walk
Get it right cream of the crop

I'm having fun, your the one
So let's start dancing, cancel all your plans
And let me know witch way you wanna go
I got crazy flow its a real big blow

And if you got rhythm and your out to kill 'em
Just feel the feeling 'cause your real appealing
Everybody's dancing, making plans
Slip me a napkin' and get to clapping

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?

Let me in show that skin, I can see you grin
Your smiling within 'cause you know I'm a sin
How I look? And how I talk?
Your heart when I stole it, now let me consul it

You fold it around me, move on the down beat
Thank God, you found me, I'm glad you don't hound me
Hocas Pocas, I am the focas
Most guys chasin' me like locas

And you keep your distance, you don't loose persistence
I'm feeling what your feeling, jump into the ceiling
I don't know what to think, your buying me a drink
Girl's hearts sink while I'm pretty in pink

But I see you smile, your worth ma while
Want you to a file to add you to the pile
So before we go to the bridgits
It's necessary you give me them digits

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Huh, huh, what's up? What's up?
Huh, huh, a what's, a what's, a what's up?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

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Forgive Them Father - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Forgive Them Father
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Robert Mcdona Livingston, Orville Burrell, Paul Crosdale, Melbourne Miller, Donald Dennis

Lyric:
Them say, "Money is the root of all evil"
But a no money
Some people a kill people little like nothin'
Some say them a gangster but a studio gangster

Well now a gun shot lick and a marrow it fly
Little youth with the forty five and him say do or die
Now him muma she cry water run from her eye
And she remember when him was little bit and oh so shy

Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say revelation a come
So watch the heathen them a run

Too much fuss and fight and that is not right
You no can't blow breath in a man but still that you want take life
Innocent youth die, bury a next guy
And him muma wool her belly and ask God why?
Well no ask me no question I tell you no lie
It's about time the world start to realize
This a revelation an' it's a serious time
Put your a hand inna the air and pray to the most high

Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say revelation a come
So watch the heathen them a run
Cha

Youth man a beg and you fi put down your gun
Me no want fi see another youth tumble down
This is reality no play dumb, dumb
Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a large sum
Money is the root of all evil if so me no want none
Wicked man them a heathen fi them fire burn
Whole a them shall perish inna the wicked kingdom
This is Shaggy one of, hmm jah jah son

Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say revelation a come
So watch the heathen them a run
Cha

Yo! Yo! Yo! Stop talkin' yo
Mislead the youth to shoot them one another down
Muma what this? You're talkin' pure foolishness
Can't sit down eat me Sunday ackee and salt fish
Can't use me tongue and lick out me pyrex dish
As me sit down and a wish me mouth start get peckish
Have fi eat me dry bread and drink the water well quick

Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say revelation a come
So watch the heathen them a run

Now a gun shot lick and a marrow it fly
Little youth with the forty five and him say do or die
Now him muma she cry water run from her eye
And she remember when him was little bit and oh so shy
Watch it

Youth man a beg and you fi put down your gun
Me no want fi see another youth tumble down
This is reality no play dumb, dumb
Some a them a thing 'bout dollars having a large sum
Money is the root of all evil if so me no want none
Wicked man them a heathen fi them fire burn
Whole a them shall perish inna the wicked kingdom
This is Shaggy one of, hmm jah jah son

Forgive them Father 'cause they know not what they have done
To save them from destruction, gave his only begotten Son
Like them no understand say revelation a come
So watch the heathen them a run

Too much fuss and fight
And that is not right
You no can't blow breath in a man but still that you want take life
Innocent youth die, bury a next guy
And him Muma wool her belly

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Lac Dogs &Amp; Hogs - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Lac Dogs &Amp; Hogs
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, V Tisdale, R Wilson, Kenneth Anthony, T Johnson, K Anthony, W Hughes, Troy Johnson, B Scott, Brian Scott, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

Skinny talkin' 'bout that wood with that custom leather, bangin' down I, 65
Slaw and slum but dubs are better, who you think gon' keep it live?
It's Nappy bitch, what have to come
Pay attention, learn your lesson, yup
We them country folk with Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s, Lac Dogs

What you think that Nappy gon' be broke forever? Shit no
Hit the bank and cashin' in on old investments
What, you ain't know about them country fried sessions?
Does that Likwit hit in '97, answer all yo' questions?
Kentucky's on the map now

Who you think done gave directions?
From the top and back down, we rep the country to perfection
Don't it look so slum with 55 from New York down to Texas?
Hella poor straight from the South and haters must respect this

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Let me tell you about it)
When I first got my baby she could barely start
A-hand-me-down from a real O G, all day she stayed in park
Almost never did she drive, born in 1979
And she weighed about a ton, big ol' body built to run

First thing I done, hauled her over, had her hummin' G notes
Underneath her hood, hundreds of horses powered her ego
Her government name was Coup Deville but I called her Miss Piggy
Top her with some [Incomprehensible]) and fit her for some twenties
(Twenties)

Playas hate that I be trickin' like she's all that I'm love with
So we took her to the edge and shoved it and still ball out on a budget
Dug in her guts, laced her up with leather and wood
Together it go good, us country boys forever stay hood

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

You shove that shit that go bump bump bump bump and ya
Shake the lock off her mothe'fucker trunk, when ya
Hit the block make her mothe'fucker jump
Roll your window down, stop, look like somethin' like a pimp

Roll that window back up, and show 'em they reflection
And their ultra fade then chop on that suck like Wesley's blade
Escalade D.T.S., switch it up, keep them haters on they toes
Red rolls, fleet wood hoes

Can't believe it, when they see them twenty fo's, believe it
My ham and cheese the freshest
Now what I'm talkin' 'bout?
I give you three guesses

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Yes)
Oh yes it's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s
(Oh yes)
It's them, Lac Dogs, Caddy Hogs and D.T.S.'s

You feel the wind, don't ya?
You hear the tires squallin'
Kentucky, Colorado, Boston down to New Orleans
Big bodies get it done, Dodge Ram preferably
'Cause they do run run, they do run run

Black magic, lookin' better then Wesson fryin' a pan of fish
Gangsta leanin' like they do in Los Angeles
(That's gangsta)
Adjective, describin' what I'm rollin' in
Them country fellas ain't gon' stop it, we on the road again

Goddamn, yes I am, the thriller with the skrilla
Got plans, Pac fan strictly for my niggaz
Stop starin', we not playin'', armor color kryptonite
Rims nice but thank God our dreams came to life

Fast roller, cash swoll up, the mind mold up, the crowd hold us
Soldiers quick to throw they rags when I roll up
Dimes is quarters, sell liquor, my rhymes is colder
Prophet never look this fine since I grinded Cola
Roll up

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Bookshelf - Lyrics - Beenie Man

Title: Bookshelf
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Anthony St Aubyn Kelly

Lyric:
The way them gal ya look so pretty, full a witty
Them no gritty me hafi put them pon me bookshelf
Yes, a no one a di whole committee inna the city them ya kitty
Mi naah go share them with nobody else, yes

So any time mia bore them, a sametime me adore them
When mi rip off them negligee
And from once mi can afford them, then me ago sport them
Put them all pon display

A so them nice mi caan ignore them, so affi tour them
Take them all over to L.A.
Then mi ago score them, anytime mi lure them
Fi a drive along the freeway

Mi very picky when mi choose them, who no good me loose them
When mi a run mi survey
And before mi go bruise them, tek them out and cruise them
Inna mi yacht along the bay

'Cause me know me enthused them, and me amuse them
With mi lyrical display
Same time me naah confuse them, the Doctor naah abuse them
A pure loving without delay

Yes mi love how dem dweet, senoritas look petite
When me a mek a drive through
The way how them complete and them look so sweet
Me haffi live pon dem avenue

Nuff gal a kiss dem teeth 'cause them caan compete
When them a walk inna crew
So the way how me see it, mek them move to me beat
And then them wi stick like glue

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Let Them Be Little - Lyrics - Let Them Be Little - Billy Dean

Title: Let Them Be Little
Album: Let Them Be Little
Artist: Billy Dean
Composer(s): Billy Dean, Richie Mcdonald

Lyric:
I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand
Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute
How it amazes me, you're changing with every blink
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon

So, let them be little 'cause they're only that way for awhile
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, but let them be little

I've never felt so much in one little tender touch
I live for those kisses, your prayers and your wishes
And now that you're teaching me how only a child can see
Tonight while we're on our knees all I ask is please

Let them be little 'cause they're only that way for awhile
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, but let them be little

So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around and
It's time to let them go

So, let them be little 'cause they're only that way for awhile
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, just let them be little

Mm, Let them be little

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Ain'T Nothing Changed - Lyrics - Only God Can Judge Me - Master P

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Keeps Spinnin - Lyrics - Birdman - Birdman

Title: Keeps Spinnin
Album: Birdman
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): B Biz, A Nelson, B Thomas, T Williams, C Harris, M Nance, M Barrett, S Nasir, Bryan Williams, T Quaites

Lyric:
They keep spinnin'

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Believe me, I'm comin' as fast as I can
Rims spinnin' like roaw, like I'm a North Carolina man
Well, I can do the do's on deuce 22's
So make a motherfucker's bowl move
I'm sittin' there holdin', wait a minute

We in Atlanta, pimpin', ballin'
Every seven days is ballin' Chevys
74 is Escalades on spinnin' blades, they sho' is great
Hey Mannie, tell these niggas how to hold these shoes
When the car been parked an' the rims keep movin'

Now in Chi Town, rims pickin' up every block I drive down
An' on my lap that Desert weighin' 'bout five pounds
Now don't be playin' cause I'm sprayin' 'bout five rounds
Get down, they keep spinnin'

You see that Lexus coupe? That Benz without the roof?
That Cadillac on 25's with skinny tires, that's baby blue
They on them stop an' goes, them girls like, "Watch him go"
Spinnin' chrome with this Killer Stone
Out the Magnolia with a Diablo

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

When I get my money, baby, gotta get that big Mercedes
Believe me, when you see me, it's gon' be filled up with ladies
This here is serious stuntin' an' when them brakes is pumpin'
I done caused wreck, gotta catch my breath
'Cause they keep spinnin'

You want this money, baby, them there is buttons, baby
I put that mink on your body, you the Bird Lady
Bur Berry furs crazy, I spent about a 80
Birdman an' them thangs, they keep spinnin'

Mine keep spinnin', dippin'
Dabbin', slidin', California ridin'
I rock for L.A., I rock for Compton an' Watts
An' my rims keep spinnin' every time I stop

You see my red Lex, I mean my red Vette
In my red Benz, flew up in my liter jet
I mean my red Beamer, it's with that new [Incomprehensible]
Steerin' wheel in the middle, they keep spinnin'

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

In that H.Town, heads turnin'
Every corner that I come around
Hoppin' niggas grin, 'cause they love the sound
Of them big boys swishin', them diamonds stop an' go
Sometimes I stop an' listen

It's big pimpin', baby, it ain't no sinnin', baby
I'm in that new thang, sittin' on them Sprewell Racings
So when I stop they flow, so nigga, watch your hoe
I'm at the red light but they keep spinnin'

It's Gilly nigga, this Philly nigga, I push way back with the milli trigga
My rock are froze, I stop an' pose, your bitch all over my stop an' goes
They keep on spinnin' an' them hoes keep on grinnin'
But when my car stop, my rims, they keep spinnin'

All right, everybody look at your watch right now
An' pay attention to the seconds
I'm 'bout to pull up to the red light, I'm 'bout to stop
An' we gone see how long they gon' spin, they keep spinnin'

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

Girl, there he go again an' when he stop, they spin
Ain't that them stop an' goes? Yeah, that's them spinnin' rims
An' what them thangs they cost? I think they 'bout a house
Now all you other wheels are played out

They still spinnin', they still spinnin'
Oh yeah, right on, look a here
They keep spinnin'

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Dat Be Dem - Lyrics - Fredro Starr

Title: Dat Be Dem
Artist: Fredro Starr
Composer(s): David Cooper, Charles Smith, Fred Scruggs

Lyric:
We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Aiyo, I roll wit the Gods and them, the stars and them
Hundred thousand dollar dollar cars and them
Firestar move deep like the mob and them
America mafia dot com and them
(Yo, dat be dem)
The wild life, livin it up
You get clapped for ya dough, instead of givin it up
(Yo, dat be dem)
Late nights, I-95
Coke in the rye, flashlights searchin the side
(Yo, dat be dem)
Shots howl, rollin wit kings
Thirty ninth street, B.D.'s bringin me greed
(Yo, dat be dem)
Goin uptown, coppin a war
Real shit, Dominicans wit they glocks at the door
Word up

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Aiyo, the deans we don't fucks wit them, or rocks wit them
Before I get locked, I'mma bust shots at them
Broke bitches never trustin them, or lustin them
Pushin the back pocks so I can bust in them
(But, dat be dem)
After-party, sexin wit chicks
Ex-out in the mornin, still fuckin the bitch
(But, dat be dem)
Dice games 4,5,6
Well it's a drought, niggas holdin bout 4/5 bricks
(But, dat be dem)
The bartender hold me a gat
Gettin bottle after bottle, gettin sent to the back
(But, dat be dem)
Riker's Island, H.T.M
On the visit niggas, bringin weed taped to they
Timbs
Word up

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

Wild life, killa Queens, ya runs wit them
My dirty Brooklyn niggas, get one's wit them
Ferrari drop behind the Rover, that's my dunns and them
Rob who? what my niggas keep guns on them
(Dat be dem) X-5, GBM
Signal lights in the mirror, bitches next to them
(Dat be dem)
Glassware, cookin up drugs
In the club lost, lookin for love
(Dat be dem)
A hundred fans, chasin them down
Bitch niggas in the projects, hatin 'em now
(Dat be dem)
Takin holes, a coke and ya grow
Buyin clothes, just to open they nose and open they codes

We them killas that you read about
Playin wit them toys, and pullin heaters out
Keep talkin shit and we gon air it out
Takin other people money is what we all about

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Spoon - Sex On The Beach - Lyrics - T

Title: Spoon - Sex On The Beach
Artist: T
Composer(s): Humphrey J Mijland, Shalamon Baskin, Serge Ramaekers, Nicimo Nv

Lyric:
Oh we, oh we, oh
Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them ho
Oh we, oh we, oh,
Come on, there's a party tonight

Real and crucial people
Original king lover talkin' upon the microphone
Yes, me come like Al Capone
And me sing

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on move your body
Sex on the beach

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on there's a party
Sex on the beach

I never gonna leave you alone
The tide is high and the groove is on
She said her name was Cindy
"Would you like a drink of me?"

Bikini on the left, Daiquiri on the right
Come and give me lovin' all through the night
Do the wild thing, dinga-linga-ling
Girl I wanna hear you sing

Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them ho
Them all like to have fun now
Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them hey

Girl, I wanna hear you sing

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on move your body
Sex on the beach

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on there's a party
Sex on the beach
Come on there's a party tonight

Oh we, oh we, oh, real and crucial people
Oh we, oh we, oh, come on there's a party
Oh we, oh we, oh
Oh we, oh we, oh, come on there's a party tonight

I met a girl named Eden
She came straight from Sweden
I gave her Cuba Lire
Now she does everything, I say

Ding dong, a ring dong
Come baby come, no you can't go wrong
Do the wild thing, take a little swim
Girl I'm gonna make you sing

Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them ho
Them all like to have fun now
Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them hey

Girl, I'm gonna make you sing

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on move your body
Sex on the beach

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on there's a party
Sex on the beach
Come on there's a party tonight

Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them ho
Them all like to have fun now
Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them hey
Them Humphrey shake them bumper today

All of the girl with da sexy body
Old a punny, Anny Nanny, air make me see
Jump and check out and wiggle your belly
To all the lovers in this party

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on move your body
Sex on the beach

Da girl them, da girl them, da girl them ho

I wanna have sex on the beach
Come on there's a party
Sex on the beach
Come on there's a party tonight

Oh we, oh we, oh, real and crucial people
Oh we, oh we, oh, come on there's a party
Oh we, oh we, oh
Oh we, oh we, oh, come on there's a party tonight

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I Love Them Girls [Timbaland Remix] - Lyrics - Sex, Love and Pain - Tank

Title: I Love Them Girls [Timbaland Remix]
Album: Sex, Love and Pain
Artist: Tank
Composer(s): Durrell Babbs, Antonio Dixon, Harvey William Jr Mason, Damon E Thomas

Lyric:
All my ladies
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off

I love them girls name Fantasy
I love them girls name Ecstasy
I love them girls who made it bounce on me
And if you feelin' me, throw up your ones with me

Baby, sexy lady, when you do it
How you do it, drives me crazy
Baby, I wanna know ya, think I love ya
I can please ya, let me show ya

Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off

I love them bad money takers
And I love them sexy risk takers
And I love them 19 and willin' to
Stand on the table and beggin' you to take 'em and

And I love them bad money takers
And I love them sexy risk takers
And I love them 19 and willin' to
Stand on the table and beggin' you to take 'em and

Baby, it's like a movie, the way you shake it
The way you quakin' that ghetto booty
Baby, I wanna try it, put ya cake right on my plate
And let me bite it

Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, man
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off

I love them bad money takers
And I love them sexy risk takers
And I love them 19 and willin' to
Stand on the table and beggin' you to take 'em and

And I love them bad money takers
And I love them sexy risk takers
And I love them 19 and willin' to
Stand on the table and beggin' you to take 'em and

I love them girls name Fantasy
I love them girls name Ecstasy
I love them girls who made it bounce on me
And if you feelin' me, throw up your ones with me

I love them girls name Fantasy
I love them girls name Ecstasy
I love them girls who made it bounce on me
And if you feelin' me, throw up your ones with me

I love them girls name Fantasy
I love them girls name Ecstasy
I love them girls who made it bounce on me
And if you feelin' me, throw up your ones with me

I love them girls name Fantasy
I love them girls name Ecstasy
I love them girls who made it bounce on me
And if you feelin' me, throw up your ones with me

Timbo, Tank, Tank
Here we go

Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, girl
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, girl
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, girl
Come on

Boy, you owe me
Boy, you owe me
Boy, you owe me
When do you see, my boy?

When do you see, my boy?
When do you see, my boy?
When do you see, my boy?
When do you see my?

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Quiet - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: Quiet
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Roger Greene, M Williams, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

Do you see what I see, can you hear what I hear
All these studio gangsters, year after year
With these gimmicks I can't take it
They ain't real so they fakin' it

How did they make it in this game for so long?
I know what's right from what's wrong
I know what's soft from what's hard
I know a federal case, from a publicity charge
Man I fought tooth and nail to keep them punks out of jail
But hoes wanna go to court 'til I pay them for they nails

Who you tryin to be? Man it couldn't be me
My man spent guap and bought me my Continental T
You spent your advance on your Continental T
I know you sick when you clean your rims you still see a Bee

And we see you a liar, tryin to deny her
Jackie O, proved you far from a fighter
Comin' at me bitch you playin' with fire
I ain't gon' come back at you
I'm comin' at your ghostwriters

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

I hear 'em talkin' like they gangster material
But I don't see it man their gangster's invisible
The hot iron's what them gangsters put into you
'Til you laid up and your gangster's on critical

Shots get into you bleedin' like my menstrual
And if I don't like you then I will pretend to
It's the ones that befriend you that turn up against you
In the court of law and drop a dime like Sprint do

Supposed to be tough huh? 'Til them boys touch ya
Chump muh'fuckers start confessin' like Usher
I cut you off 'cause I knew I couldn't trust ya
Lame ass bustas, backwards-ass hustlers

You fake phony, you always was lil' homey
Big lil' son bab' boy like Jody
I put you under my wing, bought you your first Roley
Nigga I helped raised you, why would I play you?

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

You see it always be them ones talkin' this and that
How they knife game ill and they gun go clap
Them niggaz rats, they run and they trap
'Til they run in a trap, and there's no comin' back

It be the same ones talkin 'bout the guns they sparkin'
The dogs never bite but do a whole lotta barkin'
A whole lotta growlin' 'til the wolves start howlin'
They pitbull shit, man them niggaz straight cowards

Got 'em scared to death, pissin' in they trousers
Always was a bitch that's why I sent his ass flowers
Thanks to the Queen he can share 'em with his team
You can run top speed but you can't dodge the beam

Got a clean sixteen and my spit game mean
Don't be fooled and deceived, everything ain't what it seems
You act like you don't know what side of town this realer
Niggaz softer than chinchillas but on wax they killers

When the sun goes down and them guns come out
Them niggaz that was talkin' they won't run they mouth
When them shells start poppin', bodies start droppin'
(It's so quiet you can hear a rat visit a cop)

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Let Them Be Little - Lyrics - Lonestar

Title: Let Them Be Little
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Billy Dean, Richie Mcdonald

Lyric:
I can remember when you fit in the palm of my hand
Felt so good in it, no bigger than a minute
And how it amazes me, you're changin' with every blink
Faster than a flower blooms they grow up all too soon

So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, just let them be little

I've never felt so much in one little tender touch
I live for those kisses, prayers and your wishes
And now that you're teachin' me things only a child can see
Every night while we're on our knees all I ask is please

Let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, just let them be little

So innocent, a precious soul, you turn around
It's time to let them go

So let them be little 'cause they're only that way for a while
Give them hope, give them praise, give them love every day
Let them cry, let them giggle, let them sleep in the middle
Oh, just let them be little
Let them be little

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