Three In A Room - Lyrics - Sonny James

Title: Three In A Room
Artist: Sonny James
Composer(s): Sonny James

Lyric:
Three in a room three in a room
You and me and your friend on the phone
The telephone rings just one of those things
You answer like it's just a friend
But I know different it's him again
We both know so why pretend

Three in a room three in a room
When I thought that he were alone
Three in a room three in a room
You and me and your friend on the phone

I sit here and listen my heart breaks inside
To know that you do this to me
You're laughing talking he answers your gift
Do you think I'm too blind to see?

Three in a room three in a room
When I thought that he were alone
Three in a room three in a room
You and me and your friend on the phone
You and me and your friend on the phone

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Piggy Pie - Lyrics - The Great Milenko - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Piggy Pie
Album: The Great Milenko
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Utsler, Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Come and get it, woo!
We got some fresh vittles
For your fat chicken-ass to snack on, bitch
So here, start wit' a slice of this fresh piggy pie, mother fuka

The first little piggy, his house is made of wood
He lives in a chicken, turkey, piggy neighborhood
He likes to fuck his sister, and drink his moonshine
A typical redneck filthy fuckin' swine

I rode into town with my axe in my holster
Everybody knows about the wicked piggy roaster
A farmer at the border, he tried to take me out
I drew my axe with the quickness, and cut his chicken feathers out

Walked in the village, and to the piggy's place
He opened up his door, and popped me in the face
It blew me off the porch, and cracked my head in half
But I'm a juggalo, so it only made me laugh

Forty in hand, I rose from the dead
And threw with all my might, I made a ping noise off his head
Since we out west, I had a little fun
And pulled his fuckin' tongue out the back of his cranium

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

The second little piggy, his house is made of brick
And this little piggy is a mutha fuckin' dick
He sits on his bench and gets all the respect
But if I get a chance, I'm goin' straight for the neck

He walked in the room and everybody rose
Lopped off bucket chillin' underneath my clothes
First they let the piggy, now you can finally sit
But what this piggy don't know is he's about to get his neck wet

Now I see the bailiff, I'm thinkin' what the fuck?
I can smoke this room before his hearing aid will pick it up
Old-ass man, I let him get away
That tired mutha fucka, probably die tomorrow anyway

Here come the piggy, it's time for my case
His eyes are blood red with a wicked lookin' face
He saw my joker's smile, and sentenced me a dime
So I racked on the bucket, made it fuckin' rain pork rhines

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

The last little piggy, his house is made of gold
He lives in a mansion on his own private road
I started walking down it, the guardy he told me wait
I bounced off his head and did a Jackie Chan over the gate

'Cuz this little piggy, must definitely fry
I'm a lop his nugget off and toss it in the sky
And then I watch the moon take the form of the devil
And pull it out the sky and beat it with a shovel

People in my city, they fight for their meals
He sleeps on a mattress stuffed with hundred dollar bills
A richie is the devil, he never really made it
So I'm a take his money stack and stuff his face wit' it

Opened up his door, he's sleeping in his bed
I grabbed a brick of gold and laid it upside his head
He begged for his life, I told him it's too late
It took away his dough and watched the devil suffocate 'cuz I need

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks

Three little piggies, to make a piggy pie
There's nothing like the sound when you hear a piggy die
I might use a knife
(No!)
I might use an axe
(Yes!)
The carnival's in town, come and get your piggy snacks!

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Hoes In My Room - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Hoes In My Room
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): R Poole, C Broadus, C Bridges

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Lyric:
Hey, thank all y'all for comin' out tonight
It was a beautiful night tonight at The Shizznit
Where pimpin' and dead, these hoes just scared
Thanks Snoop Dogg, Ludacris, all the players from the LBC
It was a beautiful night tonight
Oh, look at these fools, hey, security, come get these niggaz

Fresh off the streets, just finished a show
In Long Beach, ready to relax, kick up my feet
Maybe smoke a blunt or two, that's what I wanna do
Broke out and called up the homeboy Snoop
What happenin', nephew, oh, nothin', just called
Lookin' for some women that can fondle my balls
Well, you hit the right dogg, I can help you with that
Gimme fifteen minutes, and I'll hit you right back

Off to the hotel, I was ready indeed
Slapped the button in the 'llac to control the speed
Put one up in the air, the cops just stared
Waved my hands out the roof like I just ain't care
Got to the tele and I slid through the door
On to the elevator, hit the penthouse floor
And what would happen next only time could time tell
'Cause I got up to my room, and I was mad as hell, ah, damn

Who let these hoes in my room?
(These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Oh no, did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(These hoes)
Who let these hoes in my room?

Now it was five B.A.P hoes and they look like trash
But one was midget, so we'll just say four and a half
I was stuck speechless, couldn't believe my eyes
What'd I do to deserve this unpleasant surprise?
And I was thinkin' to myself, "This is just my luck"
Then my nigga bust in like, "What the fuck?"

Who in the hell let them booger bears out they cell, not me
And what they doin' in ya' room, nigga make 'em bail, yeah
Got some fine bitches, dime bitches on they way, okay
They told security, "Let 'em in, with no delay", hey
So when they get here, they'll probably be like half naked
Don't mean to trip out, but bitch y'all got to dip out, dip out

Catch the elevator on more floor
Presidential with the slidin' key for the door, oh no
What the fuck goin' on, shit, all around the world, Luda
Then its the same song
Them bitches was so ugly, I told 'em to go home

Who let these hoes in my room?
(Man who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Oh no, did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Well, who let 'em in then?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Get out)

Now, these chicks wouldn't leave, they was ready to clown
One was 5'6 and weighed three hundred pounds
No, she didn't come through with a thong on
She did for the hell of it, big, fat whale of it
You can't separate me, I'ma separate you
Bitch ya pussy smell like Pepe Le Pew
You filthy, nasty, sick in the head
Sittin' in my dressin room with dick on ya bread

She said, "I want you to climb in this underwear, silly"
But I was turned off by her tupper-ware titties
Fake bitches, break bitches, make bitches
Kick rocks, when they fucked up in they face
Tick-tock, you gots to get up out my space
Hey Ludacris, let's get the fuck up out this place, let's bounce
Then it got to my head, and somethin' reminded me
I know who let 'em in, it was Bill O'Reilly, faggot
Ya white bread, chicken-shit nigga

Who let these hoes in my room?
(Who let these hoes in my room?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(Did you let 'em in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?
(I need to know, who let these hoes in?)
Who let these hoes in my room?

Hey, hey, y'all gotta go, y'all gotta get the fuck up
Outta here, ugly ass bitches
I don't understand how these bitches always
Get in my dressin' room, you know what I'm sayin'?
Soon as I get off stage, it's seven or eight ugly ass bitches
Posyed up in my dressin room
And security act like they don't know who did it

I know you feel what I'm sayin', I'm my nigga around the whole world
We need to form a society or somethin'
Fat, gorilla, monkey mouth bitches can't get
In our mothafuckin' dressin room or backstage
And if they do, we kindly put our foot up their asses
And re-direct them bitches to security dressin' room, you dig?
Sick of these ugly ass bitches bein' my dressin' room

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Hurricane - Lyrics - Desire - Bob Dylan

Title: Hurricane
Album: Desire
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Jacques Levy, Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Pistol shots ring out in the bar-room night
Enter Patty Valentine from the upper hall
She sees a bartender in a pool of blood
Cries out, "My God, they killed them all"

Here comes the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

Three bodies lyin' there, does Patty see
And another man named Bello movin' around mysteriously
"I didn't do it," he says and he throws up his hands
"I was only robbin' the register, I hope you understand"

"I saw them leavin'", he says and he stops
One of us said, "Better call up the cops"
And so Patty calls the cops
And they arrive on the scene with their red lights flashin'
In the hot New Jersey night

Meanwhile, far away in another part of town
Rubin Carter and a couple of friends are drivin' around
Number one contender for the middle-weight crown
Had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down

When a cop pulled him over to the side of the road
Just like the time before and the time before that
In Paterson that's just the way things go
If you're Black you might as well not show up on the street
'Less you wanna draw the heat

Alfred Bello had a partner and he had a rap for the cops
Him and Arthur Dexter Bradley were just out prowlin' around
He said, "I saw two men runnin' out, they looked like middle-weights
Jumped into a white car without of state plates"

And Miss Patty Valentine just nodded her head
Cop said, "Wait a minute, boys, this one's not dead"
So they took him to the infirmary and though this man could hardly see
They told him, he could identify the guilty men

Four in the mornin', and they haul Rubin in
They took him to the hospital and they brought him upstairs
The wounded man looks up through his one dyin' eye
Says, "Why'd you bring him in here for he ain't the guy"

Here's the story of the Hurricane
The man the authorities came to blame
For somethin' that he never done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

Four months later, the ghettos are in flame
Rubin's in South America, fightin' for his name
While Arthur Dexter Bradley's still in the robbery game
And the cops are puttin' the screws to him
Lookin' for somebody to blame

Remember that murder that happened in a bar
Remembered you said you saw the get away car
You think you'd like to play ball with the law
Think it might've been that fighter that you saw runnin' that night
Don't forget that you are White

Arthur Dexter Bradley said, "I'm really not sure"
The cops said, "A poor boy like you could use a break
We've got you for the motel job and we're talkin' to your friend Bello
You don't wanta have to go back to jail, be a nice fellow"

You'll be doin' society a favor
That son of a bitch is brave and gettin' braver
We want to put his ass in stir
We want to pin this triple murder on him
He ain't no Gentleman Jim

Rubin could take a man out with just one punch
But he never did like to talk about it all that much
"It's my work", he'd say "And I do it for a pay
And when it's over just as soon go on my way"

Up to some paradise
Where the trout streams flow and the air is nice
And ride a horse along the trail
But then they took him to the jail house
Where they try to turn a man into a mouse

All of Rubin's cards were marked in advance
The trial was a pig-circus, he never had a chance
The judge made Rubin's witnesses drunkards from the slums
To the White folks who watched, he was a revolutionary bum

And to the Black folks he was just a crazy nigger
No one doubted that he pulled the trigger
And though they could not produce the gun
The D.A. said he was the one who did the deed
And the all White jury agreed

Rubin Carter was falsely tried
The crime was murder "One" guess who testified?
Bello and Bradley and they both baldly lied
And the newspapers, they all went along for the ride

How can the life of such a man
Be in the palm of some fool's hand?
To see him obviously framed
Couldn't help but make me feel ashamed
To live in a land where justice is a game

Now, all the criminals in their coats and their ties
Are free to drink Martinis and watch the sun rise
While Rubin sits like Buddha in a ten foot cell
An innocent man in a living hell

Yes, that's the story of the Hurricane
But it won't be over till they clear his name
And give him back the time he's done
Put in a prison cell, but one time he could've been
The champion of the world

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Low Room - Lyrics - Peter Murphy

Title: Low Room
Artist: Peter Murphy
Composer(s): Pete Bonas, Peter Murphy, Teri Bryant, Eddie Branch

Lyric:
You've been away a while, while the art on the box cuts
The streets gone wild, defeated wild
Sitting in the low room where we wind our love loom
Don't you think it's wrong that I should get stuck in a room?

The low room
Low room
Low room
Two, three, uh

I don't know what, what I could do to break the chains?
We talk a lot, we break high ground, high ground no shame
Maybe there's no need to fight against the chains, rations of irrational
Thirsty for the up of secret honey, honey on the lips

Low room
Low, low
Ten
Three, four
Four, push

You're away tonight as the art on the box cuts
Vivid life in action shame as the shock cuts
Stuck in a room, frigid and strained
[Incomprehensible] interaction repeating refrains

In the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room
Repeating the holy names in the low room

[Incomprehensible]
Low room
[Incomprehensible]
Push

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Bad Meets Evil - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: Bad Meets Evil
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Ryan Montgomery, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
I reckon you ain't familiar with these here parts
You know, there's a story behind that there saloon
Twenty years ago, two outlaws took this whole town over
Sheriffs couldn't stop 'em, quickest damn gun slinger I've ever seen
Got murdered in cold blood, that ol' saloon there was their lil' home
Away from home, they say the ghosts of bad and evil still live
In that tavern and on a quiet night, you can still hear the footsteps of Slim Shady and Royce Da Five-Nine

I don't speak, I float in the air wrapped in a sheet
I'm not a real person, I'm a ghost trapped in a beat
I translate when my voice is read through a seismograph
And a noise is bred, picked up and transmitted through Royce's head
Trapped him in his room, possessed him and hoist his bed
Till the evilness flows through his blood like poisonous lead
Told him each one of his boys is dead
I asked him to come to the dark side, he made a choice and said

Who hard? yo I done heard worse
We can get in two cars and accelerate at each other
To see which one'll swerve first
Two blind bandits panic, whose mental capacity holds
That of a globe on top of nine other planets
Kissed the cheek of the devil, intelligence level is hellier than
Treble peakin' on speakers in the ghetto

Dismissal, I'm not a fair man, disgraced the race of a atheist
Intercepting missiles wit my bare hands like a patriot
One track sliced without swords, I buried the Christ corpse
In my past life when the black knight mounted the white horse
And stay over-worked, its like the Nazis in the nations
Collaborating, attemptin' to take over the earth

'Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil
We hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
He's evil, and I'm bad like Steve Segal
Above the law 'cuz I don't agree wit police either
We ain't eager to be legal
So please leave me with the keys to your jeep eagle

I breathe ether in three amounts
When I stab myself in the knee with a diseased needle
Releasin' rage on anybody in squeezing range
Cold enough to make the seasons change into freezing rain
He's insane, no I'm not, I just want to shoot up
And I'm pissed off 'cuz I can't find a decent vain

The disaster wit dreads
I'm bad enough to commit suicide and survive long enough
To kill my soul after I'm dead
When in danger it's funny actually my flavor's similar to a waiter
'Cuz I serve any stranger with money
I spray a hundred, man until they joint chains
While slippin' bullets at point blank range like they was punches
Piss on a flag and burn it, murder you then come to your funeral

Serve this lobbyist, strangle your body then confirm you
Whippin' human ass, throwin' blows crackin' jaws
Wit my fists wrapped in gauze, dipped in glue and glass
I'm blazin' MC's, at the same time amazin' MC's
Somehow MC's ain't that eye-brow raisin' to me
From all of angles of us, flash a mack loud enough
To cast a avalanche and bust till volcanoes erupt

Hello? Billy, aiyyo what's up
We're comin' to get you
Stop, they know it's us

I used to be a loudmouth, remember me?
I'm the one who burned your house down
Well I'm out now, and this time
I'm comin' back to blow your house up
And I ain't gone leave you a window to jump out of
Give me two fat tabs and three shrooms
And you won't see me like fat people in steam rooms
And when I go to hell and I'm gettin ready to leave
I'ma put air in a bag and charge people to breathe

'Cuz this is what happens when bad meets evil
And we hit the trees till we look like Vietnamese people
He's Evil, and I'm Bad like Steve Segal
Against peaceful, see you in hell for the sequel
We'll be waitin', See you in hell
Wall Street, Royce Da Five-Nine, Slim Shady
See you in hell for the sequel, bye bye
Bad meets evil, what? Till next time

{And so that's the story when bad meets evil
Two of the most wanted individuals in the county
Made Jesse James and Billy the Kid look like law-abiding citizens
It's too bad they had to go out the way they did
Got shot in the back comin' out of that ol' saloon
But their spirits still live on till this day
Wait, did y'all hear that?}

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Neighbors Next Door - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Neighbors Next Door
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Mathew Thornton

Lyric:
Yo Jacky, this Keith
It's the answering machine
I left the keys under the rug

There's some meat up in the closet
If you goin' throw it out tonight
I'ma run up to Tower Records to get a pizza
Alright, I'ma come back, yeah

Chewin' alligator meat live cow steak
Sittin' on old newspapers by the kitchen sink
You think I'm off limits driving a 74 Dodge Plymouth
Up the street with human feet colored apple-green

With spots eatin' blueberry Pop Tarts
With the eighth body in my trunk my elbow bleeds with lumps
Walkin' from the sanitation dump with rotten skulls
On my watered with Miller beer kegs

Blood in my cabinet, ears in my closet
Watchin' the Raptors play the Houston Rockets
With your arms in the freezer I grab a icicle
Puttin' fingerprints on my bicycle

Walkin' up to have a drink at the club
There is three Irish chicks, lookin' at me like I'm sick
Walkin' by Chin-Chins I stole the keys from ya friends
Lookin' out ya Madrion hotel window

Like Elvis Presley coming down the elevator
Good evening mister, excuse me, pardon me with body parts
And credit cards walkin' down Sunset Boulevard past the red light
I threw a rat with mayonnaise at ya head lights

Four blonde girls screamed and put on their hi-beams
I fake like I'm vomiting, smoking sick, threw acid on their stomachs
And drove off with a wig down La Brea listen to a tape by Slayer

Parked in a parking lot behind Burger King
Eatin' a raw pack of chicken wings
With blood on my fingers
I blast a CD by the Staple Singers

The cops told me to turn it down
They like my shoes from Buster Brown
I went up the block and bought some incense
For the bone smells in the air conditioner vents

Hey, kid need twenty cents
Havin' a cook-out with my neighbor
How ya like the meat flavor ? Mmm

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
See ya at twelve midnight comin' over

Ya shell shocked, cuts a rock mad blood Vulcan like Spock
Pull ya ribs out, suck ya own cock
Block twenty-five knots laid up outta luck
Cut ya ass open stuff ya like a duck what

Attraction recarnations in a slump twenty five cents
And a German dick pumped up
Shoulda known the killa' from the jump junk
In veins impedes the brain hijackin' planes

Pull a Kotex out of Louis Lane, explain the sky rain
Cadillacs and dead bitches consort with witches
Twenty five sistas pussies with blisters we burn 'em in rivers
Saviors of pimps and concubines

Have you ever asked yourself will you fuck Marilyn Manson
Or become Charlie Manson death wish
Or become Charles Bronson
Take your testicles and your dick for ransom

In a tea jar right next to the cookie jar
With nose and tits smoking a cigar
Beverly Hills superstar Jacky Jasper
Keith A K A Dr. Dooom
Twenty five dead chicks with an ice pick

Machine guns Galactica brooms pay for room two
Into sci-fi we stay fly, seven heads an ten horns
Side died ripped open eyeball for a subway token
Asshole broken manics in a cave Spandex Columbo smokin'
Panties in liquid Pinesol soakin'

Selling glass to Dr. Bones, Dr. Dooom ass lie on cellphone
Sportin scuba fins in a limo, eatin' fingers on a hunt
Attached with a pick ass out dick out
Nigga what you want? I want a Kotex with whip cream

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Sorry 'bout the noise last night
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Hey, hey, y'all got some toilet paper

We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
Don't mind the smell from across the hall
We're ya neighbors next door, down on the next floor
I'm comin' over at twelve midnight to borrow some sugar

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302 South Maple Avenue - Lyrics - Craig Morgan

Title: 302 South Maple Avenue
Artist: Craig Morgan
Composer(s): Paul Harrison, Craig Morgan

Lyric:
They pulled up in a pick-up truck that held everything they owned
He unlocked the door and carried her over their new threshold
They stood there, tears in their eyes, neither one could speak
Hand in hand, room by room, oh it was everything

Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch with a swing at one end
A little over an acre lot, all wrapped in a white picket fence
It was more than a house, it was home sweet home
Where all their dreams came true, 302, South Maple Avenue

Second mortgage, two kids later they were still goin' strong
They came through all kinds of changes and did some addin' on
They filled each room with memories that money could not buy
They weren't rich, but that old house had a wealth of love inside

Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch with a swing at one end
A little over an acre lot, all wrapped in a white picket fence
It was more than a house, it was home sweet home
Where all their dreams came true, 302, South Maple Avenue

They're older now and the kids are gone
They talk about a smaller place
But the life they shared together there
Won't let them move away

Three bedrooms, two baths, one car garage
Front porch with a swing at one end
A little over an acre lot, all wrapped in a white picket fence
It was more than a house, it was home sweet home
Where all their dreams came true, 302, South Maple Avenue
302, South Maple Avenue

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Ooh La La - Lyrics - Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits - Coolio

Title: Ooh La La
Album: Fantastic Voyage: The Greatest Hits
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): D Warren, Sly Dunbar, Oji Pierce, Dana Manno, Artis L Jr Ivey, Grace Jones, Robbie Shakespeare

Lyric:
Uh, I sneak a forty like a Cheetah
And give a call to the wild when I greet her, meow
The coochie leader, bend on over and touch your toes
And I can jump up on a dresser and strike a pose

Uh, if you want it then you're ready and you're able, girl
Pull up your and we can do it on the pool table
Your look so tender
Can I twirl 'em in my mouth like a blender, surrender?

'Cuz ain't nothin' but freakin, I can keep it all day, all weekend
And have you tweekin', I be, that's what I be doin'
And every position you assumin', uh, all night, all day, if you stay
I can rub you the right way, hey, if he go one time, I go three
'Cuz that's how it is in the CPT

Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
I got the key to the city
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Can we go somewhere and get busy?
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
You're lookin' kinda pretty
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Can I get close to the kitty?

Are you sure that we alone, all alone? Yeah
Lock the door and unplug the telephone, telephone
Light some candles let me get a look at your, you got a body like a
So, I put's the cotton ball in the Q Tip patch
Turn around and let me see you from the back, ah, shat, damn

You know you bring out the freak in me
I go, I hope you think of me
Whenever you need some, we like two in a million
Don't fight the feelin'

You ain't dealin' with no rookie
Yes I got a lot of in my Tollhouse cookie
Call up your bookie, put your money on the cement
I'm puttin' in work like a tag team free man
I spark through the woods like a Recon
And we can do it all night with the lights on

Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
I got the key to the city
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Can we go somewhere and get busy?
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
You're lookin' kinda pretty
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Can I get close to the kitty?

What's up on some lovin', baby?
We can roll in my sixty three and drink Hennessy
What's up on some lovin', baby?
Don't you wanna roll with me?
You and me can cream

We can put it on a platter, girl, it don't matter
I make it hot and you can pop it like a firecracker
In the, bathroom, livin' room
Outside in the yard, it's a full moon

In the car, in the front seat, back seat
On the trunk, on the hood and it's all good
I'll be the piece and you can be the booty
And I'll work extra duty to please your

You can lay me on the and me up
Spread honey on my chest, but don't rough me up
Dig your in my back, girl, play yo game
You never come the same if we say yo name

Is it real or a dream, you make me scream
When you my body with cream
Stick your tongue down my throat and give me a kiss
'Cuz you know it don't get no better than this, that's right

Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
I got the key to the city
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Can we go somewhere and get busy?
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
You're lookin' kinda pretty
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Can I get close to the kitty?

Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Girl, I got the key to the city
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Can we go somewhere and get busy?
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Come and get a taste of the ribby, ribby
Ooh, la, la, doo, wa, diddy
(Woo, woo)
Now, the kitty's kinda friendly

What's up on some lovin', baby?
We can roll in my sixty three and drink Hennessy
What's up on some lovin', baby?
Don't you wanna roll with me?
You and me can cream

What's up on some lovin', baby?
We can roll in my sixty three and drink Hennessy
What's up on some lovin', baby?

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In The City - Lyrics - Clan Of Xymox

Title: In The City
Artist: Clan Of Xymox
Composer(s): Anke Wolbert, Ronny Moorings

Lyric:
Mornings, when I wake too early
There's a dead light in the room
Rain is falling through

The dark and the moon
The waking hour appears pretty soon
Everyone is sleeping though
I lie in a curtained room

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Only the shadow remains
Only the shadow of doubt
Three years of memories
Memories without a sight

The end of another year
How will I survive?
How suddenly fear begins
In a bedroom on the floor

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somewhere in the crowd
Somewhere in the distance

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in a city
I've gone to ground

The light breaks, slowly forward
Across my bedroom wall
Until it defines me somehow
In shadow of doubt

It finds my fugitive life
It's blurred, blurred with dust
Only Heaven collides
When I look above

Somewhere in a city
Holding so many names
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

Somewhere in a city
Somewhere between the crowd
Somehow in the distance
I've gone to ground

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So Many Wayz - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: So Many Wayz
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): George Jr Archie, David Blake

Lyric:
One, one and a half
Two, two and a half
Three, three and a half
Uh, yeah

I'm like fries in a skillet, much too hot to hold
I'm strong and I'm handsome and black plus I'm bold
A mental case, sometimes stressin' but then I flip
Because you got to go crazy on Hollywood for your grip

And you know ain't no room in my mirror for your face
And if I got y'all confused like Rubik then state yo case
Yet creep show suckas keep tryin' to submerge mine
But I can hold my breath for a long time

I emerge with treasures and coins a thick sack
And your life ain't mine to take now kick back
'Cause if it don't make dollars sucka you know the poem
'Cause either you pimpin' this game or you just ho in

Now get up outta mine, nigga I'm the bomb
Droppin' heat on your homeboys and spreadin' like napalm
'Cause I got more styles than your car's got miles
And I got more styles than a hotel's got towels 'cause I kicks it in

So many wayz
(Uh huh and we can flip it in)
So many wayz
('Cause we can rock a party)
So many wayz
(Got bomb for everybody)
So many wayz
(Now baby can you feel it in)

So many wayz
('Cause you know we can deal it in)
So many wayz
(And I can make your body numb in)
So many wayz
('Cause you ain't never heard a nigga come)
So many wayz
(Ah hah, ah hah)

I'm chillin', mackin', stackin' up these ends
I gotta check and I gots no time for no friends
I bust a trick, make her bounce like a low-low
While I'm twisted off that bud countin' money at the mo-mo

No flow so, ain't no need to tell the po-po
Believe me bra' all the snitches get the fo-fo
Now here we come again with a brand new twist
On guard I rock the party like this

With so many ways to get paid, I hustle for days
The tenth of the month I get my government aid
And the used to be crooks, I'm puttin' money on they books
Cause Satan got busy and many souls got took

We shook up the world
I did it with my partner for his sons and my daughter
You don't have to be no baller to kick it with me
See, I stay real G, D forever feedin' all you punk hoes misery

So many wayz
(I can get busy)
So many wayz
(I gots to get the scrilly)
So many wayz
(We can have a Mardi-gras)
So many wayz
('Cause I can rock the party y'all)

So many wayz
(Tell me can ya feel it in)
So many wayz
(I gots to make the dividends)
So many wayz
(You know I keep it real in)
So many wayz

I was known for triple M shots and straight plottin'
But hitten 'em hoes had me wastin' up a knot
And all these figaros crow waitin' to get hot
Now it's cool you got your spot without that funky cock

And that dramatic experience, you and him went through
Ain't got nothin' to do with the K so keep cool little girl
This ain't no Hollywood play, girls who wear reps
And play them sucka games you play

Catch the red line metro rail, blaze a trail
I can feel you ain't real and I can tell
From meetin' different people figures to throats
Scandalous to the rich goodhearted to the broke

And these young and old folk they like to hear good music
If it's weak lose it but if it's bumpin' choose it
But don't abuse it and try to take it to the brain
If you do you'll be caught up in a strain
And be hangin' on my thang in

So many ways
(Now watch me put it down in)
So many ways
(You know I like to get my clown in)
So many ways
(We can flip the sound in)
So many ways
(K and d got it humpin' in)

So many ways
(You know you wanna bump it in)
So many ways
(We can have a Mardi-gras)
So many ways
(You know I rocks the party y'all)
So many ways

So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz

I walk three thousand miles for a taste of that gangsta shit
Messin' around with g-1 and the DJ Quik
Stick and move from east-west in vest like stocks
I went from pushin' Nikes to pushin' drops

Fuck around and go platinum quick, messin' with Quik
Nigga got hits like Swizz so watch your trick
See me playin' avirex and the Pepe's no shirt on
Your girl sweat me and I'ma hit it if she let me

Backsides bangin' hangin' all amazed
She get this dick in so many ways
Blow her back out then I mack out
Freak the keys to the lex
Or find me havin' sex in my nsx

I'm from the bx but we flex from east to west
So while you niggas coast-trippin' we'll be cashin' them checks
Peter gunz one of the most in-credible ones
G-1, Quik, we rolls thick and gets the job done in

So many wayz
('Cause I kick it in)
So many wayz
(You know that I can flip it in)
So many wayz
(And I can rock a party)
So many wayz
(I got bomb for everybody)

So many wayz
(Bring it from the Bronx in)
So many wayz
(From new York to Compton)
So many wayz
(We keep it pumpin')
So many wayz
(uh)

So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz

So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz
So many wayz, so many wayz

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Mo' Money - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Mo' Money
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Shawn Carter, Carl Mitchell

Lyric:
That nigga let his fuck flow go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a micky
Drop that joint

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix, y'all
Like a muh'fucker, yeah
Wassup my nigga? An' still hot up in that boy, ain't it man?
Yo, Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, yeah, c'mon

It's the remix
Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this money

I heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, black body
An' in case you didn't know, I be the Twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up

The ballers be Jay, R an' T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' after me

I know I got what you want
I know I got what you need
Come an' mob to the top
Before you get this money

Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Getting' that money, my nigga

Oh five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty-two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money, my nigga

Makin' dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin' legends
Now let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin' that money, my nigga

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the Coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my forty-five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over an' I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a butler for my Maybach, nigga
White linen, smokin' cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger

Feelin' on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice ladies
To come up to my room an' do me
Have her man like, ?Who's he??

Was a pimp at birth, first ho was a nurse
An' I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with 'The Gift & The Curse'

Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh an' clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two o'clock
In the movies 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non-stop

This for my project niggaz
Wide body Mo' sippers
Pimps, hustlers, herb flippers
Get this money

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Gettin' this money, switchin' my whips an' my kicks
Like I'm just addicted to difference, you pick what you want from me
To be a lame with visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes

It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district
Where niggaz either in prison or pay visits like in-laws
So we fend for ourself an' the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost, what else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745, big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes
When you gettin' that money, my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money, my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley doors
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money, my nigga

Track Master remix, y'all, Kels an' Jigga
Big chips with Twista, y'all, get this money

Dance, c'mon, you sonobitches, dance
Dance, lazy motherfuckers, dance
Dance, drunk sonobitches, dance
Get your money, nigga, best of both

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Z - Mo' Money - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Mo' Money
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Shawn Carter, Carl Mitchell

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Lyric:
That nigga let his fuckin' flow go
Niggaz tryin' to switch up the flows on niggaz
Hit niggaz, slip niggaz with a Micky
Drop that joint

Yeah, yeah, it's the remix y'all
Like a muh'fucker, oh yeah
Whassup my nigga and still hot up in that boy
Ain't it man, yo Jay, Kel, fin' ta set it off for y'all, c'mon

It's the remix
TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get this money

I, heard the ballers when I pulled up to the club
'Cause I'm rollin' up on fo' flickers
Peanut butter interior, black body
And in case you didn't know, I be the twista

Hundred bombs in my pockets, put your ones up
I hear some niggaz lookin' at me for the come up
Try to creep, creep, I pull a gun up
I put a hole in the first nigga that run up

The ballers be Jay, R, and T
Spit it cold 'cause the music is a part of me
Can't nobody spit it as fast as me
Got an academy of haters comin' after me

I know I got what you want
I know I got what you need
Come and mob to the top
Before you get this money

Pull up on the block in the alien gray Bentley
Full of sport modes, you never could hang with me
Just to get in early, I paid a extra 50
Gettin' that money my nigga

Oh, five Chrysler, trees for the blunts
Three hoes in the back, two fiends in the front
Twenty two inch shoes, CV's in the trunk
Gettin' that money my nigga

Makin' dough off a style I be the best in
Glad to be down with these two livin' legends
Now, let me see which league I'ma invest in
Gettin' that money my nigga

Rollin' this cheer, put the niggaz in fear
Makin' bitches shed tears, take a look at my career
Now, the shit's swell when I get up to 70 in the coupe
Peep the wing when I hope out the tail, tell 'em Kel

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

Pull up to the club, chicks in the back
Some smokin' on weed, some sippin' Cognac
Into the club, whole crew to the back
Super the stars make it sharp as a tack

Gotta have my forty five inch in it
In the house, from the gate, twenty minutes
Game over and I'm still not finished
I play haters like V play tennis

Livin' like a motherfuckin' Richie Rich nigga
Got a Butler for my maybach nigga
White linen, smokin' cigar
Lyrics like bullets, tongue like a trigger

Feelin' on your booty
Tryin' to get one of these nice ladies
To come up to my room and do, me
Have her man like who's he?

Was a pimp at birth, first hoe was a nurse
And I'ma be a pimp 'til I'm stretches in a hearse
Sometimes showbiz is the worst
I'm blessed with the gift and the curse, whoa

Shoot ball, now I'm off to the spa
Fresh and clean, now I'm off in the car
Got a date with a superstar
We take lunch, now twelve o'clock

Hit the mall 'bout two o'clock
In the movies 'bout five o'clock
Seven o'clock 'til nine o'clock
We in my crib, my bed, goin' non stop

This for my project niggaz
Wide body mo' sippers
Pimps hustlers herb flippers
Get this money

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

Gettin' this money switchin' my whips and my kicks
Like, I'm just addicted to difference you pick
What you want from me to be a lame

With visions of riches, enter my brain
Like I picture myself in deep dishes, just switchin' lanes
It's just insane, is it? I'm from the district where niggaz
Either in prison or pay visits like in laws

So we fend for ourself
And the wealth is in raw
We can't help but been lost
What else gon' make that engine roar?

Lay back in 745
Big boy cars, that's all we drive
Into the club we get all the eyes when you
Gettin' that money my nigga

We off up in the club, we got our hands up
Drinks in the club because we gettin' that money my nigga
We rollin' 24's, open them Bentley do's
Got plenty hoes because we gettin' that money my nigga

TrackMaster remix y'all, Kels and Jigga
Big chips with twista y'all, get this money

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Double Up - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Double Up
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Nisan Stewart, Charles Bereal, Craig Brockman, Robert S Kelly, Calvin Broadus, Khao Charlene Keys

Lyric:
Alright, now we got that out the way, let?s double up!

It?s your boyfriend, look here, we in the club!
An? you tryin? to decide whether you gon? leave with me
And you don?t know because you got your girl witchu
Bring ?er witchu, bring ?er witchu!
I got a place, she can stay at my crib, let?s go

Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I?m ?bout to double up
You know I?m ?bout to double up

Hop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I?m ?bout to double up
An? you know I?m ?bout to double up, double up

I fall through the spot, Kell?s on the prowl
I see these honeys an? they dancin? all wild
All up on each other, winding, real freaky
I?m plottin' how I'm gonna take ?em home with me

Maybe your cousin, maybe your girlfriend
I just wanna get ?em both up outta here
Fast as I can on them dubs to the crib
Start off in my game room, pop a lil? bub

And have ?em dance for me like they danced in the club
Ooh, they so freaky an' both of ?em want me
Shots of tequila, puff some dro and now they ready

Her girl holla out, ?We?re best friends!?
And then I holla out, ?Y?all look like twins!
Ain?t no competition, y?all a couple of tens!?
And then they say, ?Kells, tell us what you wan? do?
?We?ll I?m about to double up with you and you?

Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I?m ?bout to double up
(One on each arm)
You know I?m ?bout to double up
(I keep one on each arm)

Hop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I?m ?bout to double up
(One on each arm)
An? you know I?m ?bout to double up, double up
(I keep one on each arm)

Pimpin? don?t stop when I walk up in the club
See a girl with a girl I?m tryna get a group hug
Get ?em to the hotel, get some hookah
Her, her, me, man I just can?t get enough

All up in my tub, suddy, poppin? bub
"Who is she to you?" and she reply, ?First cuz?
Man, I could tell they so naughty, naughty
They way they took me down like a 40, 40

One in the bed an? one in the chair
One massage my toes while one braid my hair
In the Prada spotlight two o? these player
In the car lot like two o? these player

Haters sayin?, ?Damn! How he doin? this player??
Doublin? up for me is like routine player
I?ma go get ?em, mix ?em up like I'm a dealer
Man, three?s company, bitch call me Jack Tripper

Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I?m ?bout to double up
(One on each arm)
You know I?m ?bout to double up
(I keep one on each arm)

Hop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I?m ?bout to double up
(One on each arm)
An? you know I?m ?bout to double up, double up
(I keep one on each arm)

I?m back up in the VIP in a cloud of smoke
Beat poundin' surrounded by all my folks
?Gimme another shot, damn the music loud?
I?m about to mix up and blend in in the crowd

Rip, slip, slide by the danceflo?
Baby grab me by my hand, say she wanna dance, oh, oh
Is that your girlfriend peepin? me out?
Sho? nuff, it must be ?cause now she freakin? me out

She get behind a nigga, grindin? on a nigger
Touchin? on me, whisperin? in my ears, damn it sound lovely
I?m infatuated, we evacuated, now we at the crib bitch
Two for the money that?s the life I live

Kiss me, kiss her, now kiss each other
It?s a trip the way I make these chicks twist each other
Take your shirt off, now I?ma take hers off too
It?s double or nuttin? baby, that?s how the boss do

Step up out the club with a dizzy head
I got two chicks both got dizzy legs
I?m ?bout to double up
(One on each arm)
You know I?m ?bout to double up
(I keep one on each arm)

Hop off in that Phantom with the doors suicide
I got a freak in the front and a freak in the back
I?m ?bout to double up
(One on each arm)
An? you know I?m ?bout to double up, double up
(I keep one on each arm)

How ?bout that? Snoop Dogg and Kells
We lead the league in this here man, know what I?m talkin? ?bout?
That?s 40 toes man, add that up, 40 toes
That?s like 20 points and 20 rebounds, that?s a double double
We double up like that man, me and West Connec
You know what it is, holla back

Uncle Junebug, what up my nigga?
I see you Reese, sittin' there all starin? an? shit
Nigga, I?m about to go work out too

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Some South Shit - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Some South Shit
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): R Anderson, J Jackson, James Anniston, Fein Christopher B Bridges, Kasseem Dean, R Jones

Lyric:
Hell yeah
A-town, Luda
Ahh, whoo

She said she was a stripper but she wanted to rhyme
And if I gave her a deal she make her legs stretch back to her spine
I told her hit the treadmill, 'til she run out of time
And in the eve no doubt, she was blowin' my mind

I'm from the A-town, put 'em through a GA course
'Cause it's all in the game like EA Sports
From scams and money grams, there's unions that wanna wire me
You think you know but really don't, put it in your diary

I'm quick to knock 'em out, they comin' in three spurts
I do like Spielberg and see that yo' DreamWorks
My weed is all lavender, my drink is blue
My gat'll, Poke-a-Man, it's the Pikachu

Luda give 'em new perm, now they hair is wet
And they don't wanna get on top, 'cause they scared of heights
So if you Wonderwoman bitch I'm the Wondermack pro
So shut up and gimme that thundercat

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

She said she won't, take it off unless there's money involved
I told y'all hold the stack and give hundred a call
I referred to when you pissy drunk, blunted and all
Tellin' me she humpin' harder than y'all

Got got, three niggaz just diggin' these balls
And all three really won't see y'all
Outside, in the burgundy bird
Ruff rydin' puffin' the herb, discussin' the curb

She said she from B.K.
And I did it my way, all day like B.K., no more need say
So Fiend playa, you know I'm busy countin' some cash
Then bouncin' up on some ass

Better yet, think I'm on some expendable hash
You really wanna fall in ya glass
She chose me, pimp nigga like we chose to be rich
Double-R then stole ya bitch

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

I say you better move now for a week in Montana
Then slick 'em without drinks for I drink in Colorado
This chick yesterday said she's leavin' tomorrow
I'm tryin' to fuck her mouth tonight 'cause she's leavin' tomorrow

The only thing she act stupid's bout my lady at home
Lie to my lady at home, got my baby at home
Man, I was on some shit like kiss, is we fuckin' or what?
If you don't wanna get a room, we can fuck in the truck

We can cut to a bitch, but don't piss me off
You don't mean that to me shorty, I'll piss in your mouth
I'm a violent, boy, whylin' boy
Playa hater close your legs, I want no lip girl

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

When you fuckin' with Ryders, in the R we trust
If you make a false move then these things gon' bust
And when it comes to these bitches, you know how it goes
We don't trust these hoes

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Wheee! - Lyrics - Body-Hat Syndrome - Digital Underground

Title: Wheee!
Album: Body-Hat Syndrome
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Cleveland Askew, Ron Brooks, George (Jr) Clinton, Earl Cook, Tony Davies, Gregory Jacobs, Dwayne Mcknight, Reggie Mohamed

Lyric:
Ridin' in a drop top 'Vette doing ninety
Front seat fresh ho, no five, oh, behind me
I know it is a fat house party, so yo bust the def left
Rich baby's parents went away for the weekend
Oh, there's plenty of freaks left

And there's gonna be freakin', the house party's peakin'
So I'm sneakin' upstairs with a fresh stunt
Grabbed the rump, pushed the stunt in the closet
Sparked the blunt, humped the rump
Puffed the blunt, bust a nut, aah ooh wee

Boss says, it's cool to come to work when you can make it
Halle Berry lyin' in your bed butt-stankin' naked
The deck is on me, here's some more condoms I think I wanna gee
She said, my friend, it makes me wanna sing me, me, me, me, me

Boss says, it's cool to come to work when you can make it
Halle Berry sittin', in your bed butt-stankin' naked
You know what I'm saying, ay, I just gotta scream

Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!

Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!

Ha ha ha, I chuckle to myself
That's the way I feel, you wanna know the scoop?
When you're getting up, you're on your way to school
And then you find out, that it's a holiday

Tank is on full, the sun is in the sky
So you drop the top, it's time get out
Kind of how it is when you kick eight bars
And not rhyme once and still sound fly

Wheee! Peekin' at the Smith girl, sneakin' out the back door
Leapin' in the neighbor's pool naked
Story uhm, ahh, err, I scream, I
Join in skinny dip swimming, shakin' when the wind blows
Swan dive, ha ha ha, errr, umm, ah, fuck it

Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!

Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!
Wheee!

Whoopsy daisy, as she busts my eyes close
Excuse the pitch if I slip and my rhyme's slow
But I got a feelin' ho is appealin'
I'm sittin' underground but my head is to the ceiling

Ooh, I got a freak on the way
She wants to come I'mma make her stay
Wheee! 'Cause the girl love's to gee
Especially when it comes to Clee
And when I bust a nut I'll say, whee, hee hee

Um, yeah, Smooth's havin' fun 'cause he's got his flow on
Call me a freak jack-in-the-box, yeah, I'll go on
A tight skirt and a tail makin' crazy mail
In living color, gumbo from my mother

Roller coaster, toast, jam
Martin Lawrence skins when I slam
Spill a fat drink like a gobstopper
When you see me in a club, you know I'll holla

In comes three times when I nut
Put my dick in her butt, walked on her cunt
I sneeze, made her jump, let me tell it
Put my finger in her ass, let her smell it
Close the door, pretend I'm takin' a shit

But I really got my toes pointed, hand on my dick
I'm sick, I got the flu, but I'll still kiss you till you smell like
Doodoo, my ass is soggy
My drawers are wet, they're kinda foggy

I can't see a thing, I feel like a big fat
Bing, bong, ding, dong, I got camel humps on my back
I got bald head butt corduroy calluses all on my hand
I smell like, uh, the Bee Gees band
Damn, that shit was wack

I'm snugglin' in the arms of a fresh stunt
Bosoms in my grill, peepin' Benny Hill with a fat blunt
John Madden, football, a fat hit off the beadie
Doggystyle behind the bed and still can see the TV

Silly cartoons is getting watched like Juju
(Si, inspector)
I think I see the blootch
Boom, my mistake, it was 'de boom'
Bust in on my man in the next room
Wheee! Fuck you, Johnny
The spoon-fed Apple Jacks in bed room

Fresh freak with the ice cubes and a lot of headroom [unverified]
A dope ho strip show with all the girls we know
I won't kiss the feet if the girlie's got cheese toes
Clee won't leave me alone, I'm five gees, gone
Wheee! Clee

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