Whass Up - Lyrics - Snow

Title: Whass Up
Artist: Snow
Composer(s): Donald Jones, Darrin O'Brien, Christopher Stewart, Tracy Hale

Lyric:
What goes up must come down
(Who's that?)
But I don't wanna come back down
(Who's that?)

Look at me I'm on top of the world
What I feel girl is real
I'm the king from the deck dem deal
Doesn't anybody know?

Snow is back everybody body
Girls come wine up your body body
Fella's snatch up a honey honey
Tell her she's your one and only only

Now that I'm back you're gonna hear me and see me
When you turn on your radio and TV
Snow is back in the game
Things will never be the same, no no no

If your feelin' nice and [unverified] through your lighters up
Tell the DJ Lord God for him to jack it up
To all the people over there dem a [unverified] run jump up
Baby over there she a have hiccup

She has her eyes on me since a quarter to 9
Me never seen a girl wine the way that she whine
Oh no
Well she could never be me friend

Snow is back everybody body
Girls come wine up your body body
Fella's snatch up a honey honey
Tell her she's your one and only only

Now that I'm back you're gonna hear me and see me
When you turn on your radio and TV
Snow is back in the game
Things will never be the same, no no no

Me say me sorry that me kept the people waitin' so long
Now that me back you can dance to a brand new tune
Tell ya motha sista brothas and ya fatha too
China white black ya can bring ya crew

Ever since from way back me have enough love for you
And when you did a hurt me take a hurt lot for you God
Well she could never be me friend

Snow is back everybody body
Girls come wine up your body body
Fella's snatch up a honey honey
Tell her she's your one and only only

Now that I'm back you're gonna hear me and see me
When you turn on your radio and TV
Snow is back in the game
Things will never be the same, no no no

What goes up must come down
(Who's that?)
But I don't wanna come back down
(Who's that?)
Chris Black, Chris Black catch the place on fire

After I snatch up a honey I just show her the keys
I ain't got to say much she respects the G's
Sprees to Tiffany's 'Trips to Belize'
My Latino chick said Aruba would do her

After that she want a check Snow perform in Cuba
Maybe meet him in person sing Informer to her
Next day I take her to the hotel and do her

Snow is back everybody body
Girls come wine up your body body
Fella's snatch up a honey honey
Tell her she's your one and only only

Now that I'm back you're gonna hear me and see me
When you turn on your radio and TV
Snow is back in the game
Things will never be the same, no no no

Snow is back everybody body
Girls come wine up your body body
Fella's snatch up a honey honey
Tell her she's your one and only only

Now that I'm back you're gonna hear me and see me
When you turn on your radio and TV
Snow is back in the game
Things will never be the same, no no no

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40 - Ballin' Outta Control - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Ballin' Outta Control
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Sam Bostic, L King, Earl Stevens, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
Pushed in the game at a young age
Feel me touch me as I turn the page
A little past ten, roughly about
Eleven years old dropped in the good location

My scratch is smellin' sour and it's stinkin'
Got a nigga seriously thinkin'
"How can I kill this odor, and purchase me a Lincoln?"
Minimum wage flippin' patties, nope

I'd rather fuck around with Coca Cola, yola
Ice cream, candy, granola, huh
Slave for men, that's what they told me
And I'll break you off somethin' suitable

Brought you a key of crack quicker than you bring me back
(Can you)
There are some things recoupable
Gonna smooch your black and beautiful
For my partner she used to be plucked and ugly

Hangin' around them old squeegee boys
Man them the motherfuckers that have love for me
They straight cut for me, deal me, touch me
L O V E, E to the F to the R T Y

I spits the shit from the T O P, it's me, the E
Droppin' it nuclear all the time
Motherfucker comin' from the motherfuckin' mud
Fuck you niggaz, you think I sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker

Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control

Fresh off the showroom flo', bought me a ninety-fo'
Now I'm havin' long money, like Ross Perot, so take
Notes from a big ol' Shakie the pimp, pretty much established
Livin' out of hand, lavish, throwin' parties so madrid

Closer feeling with big time folks makin' big time cabbage
Become a savage, guess your boat was
Twenty, and you tried to stab us
Six figure digits, just like I 'ot you like

I got the whole city sewed up in stitches
Your product'll win if you gots top grade, but you gotta
Keep, your lawyers and your bail bondsmen paid
The word on the street's is that I done, came up too fast

Motherfuckers want a piece of my soul
Playa haters wanna cut my grass
You don't wanna bring your bitch into what the top act is pourin'
Out of control sittin' on tickets

Million dollar spots, technology chops
And a motherfucker proud fool, assed ridiculous
Straight fuckin' 'em up like that, throw me my strap man
I want these fools to feel me

Reverend, would you put some blessin' oil
On my head and hear me
I'd never sell my soul 'cause I'm way too cold
Motherfucker, ballin' outta control

This ol' game, kids they run, never get a second chance
So take me to this world, now there's always time, to getch'a
I guess by now you get the picture of what I'm tryin' to say
I'm ballin' outta control

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Every other fuckin' day I'm tellin' my fahaha's I quit
Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
We can get it on, we can get it on

Niggaz trippin' off me, 'cause I was a young motherfucker ballin'
Forty one, and let them know
But even though my pocket's fat my belly's bigger
Gots to come sic strict strict wid it

Throw the hoe, y' know in a big ass gumbo pot
Full stir, let it settle to make it lock
Horse races, trips to Vegas, frequent flier
Whass up you timah, when your ass gonna retire?

I ain't knowin', keep tellin' myself that I'ma call it quits
But I got myself too much motherfuckin' cabbage
Out there runnin' in the streets
Lookin' up out the way for the one time

Po-Po Penelope be seriously concentratin'
Noided as I watch the back for all of my chemistry
'Cause fools be playa hatin'
Lucrative spots and blows, investments bonds and stocks

Esquired land and crops, techno chops and glocks
'Cause niggaz be tryin to make movies
When they get all in front of these bootch ass hoochies
I be like poppin' the cap like a hungry mother

I ain't even gon' lie I'm to', twoasted, looped, to' back, souped
Plastered, puked, on the get back fully recouped
Fuck these niggaz, they think I'll sell my soul
But I'm way too cold, motherfucker

Sittin' in my livin' room, thinkin' of a master plan
Tryin' to find a way out, then I snatch the scratch
And laugh, so I painted me a picture of a life
To make a dream, can you feel me now?
Ballin' outta control, ballin' outta control

Yeah, yeah, I'm ballin' outta control
Out of motherfuckin' control
I'm ballin' outta control 'cause I'm way too cold
Yeah, I'm ballin' outta control

Yeah, feel me man
I feel you man, can you feel me man
Yeah, I feel you man, Vitti can you feel me?
I feel ya, motherfucker can you feel me?

Yeah, feel me man
I feel you man, feel me boy?
I'm ballin' outta control
Every fuckin' time, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, motherfucker, yeah

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My Life - Lyrics - Project English - Juvenile

Title: My Life
Album: Project English
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Christopher Noel Dorsey, Terrance Quaites, Terius Gray, Bryan Williams

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Lyric:
Who the fuck, nigga hittin' shots in the truck
Hope I'm able to make this right turn, my Neon fucked
The wodie that I'm with, bawlin' up like a bitch
Instead of tryin' to retaliate by bustin' his shit

My leg already fucked up, been playin' it bald
Now I gotta drive the car too, funny and all
Left arm on the steerin' wheel, right on the Mac
Them niggaz brought it to me raw so I'm bringin' it back

Out the window with it dumb sinnin', but I crashed
This boy went straight through window his stupid ass
And I'm noticin' I smell gas
Gotta bust a airbag, get out the car fast and haul ass

I still gotta duck bullets that cut through bricks
What the fuck I did to make niggaz want do me like this
Won't be long 'fore one of the bullets ignite the gas
They'll meet even the buildings gonna be ash

My life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

My life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

I'ma go on to survive but the story returns
After bein' treated several months for 3rd degree burns
My lil' cousin Denaun flipped out, and murdered his children
I gotta go by my aunt now, he hurtin' her feelings

He's lookin' at a L, swearin' no need for a trial
Accept it like a man bitch or live in denial
Whatchu think the people gon' say, when they look at his file
Hear that little boy, snicker he in here for a while

I had a shit bag on me, I could barely walk
Everybody knew the story but was scared to talk
I read lips when I pull up, right after I park
I hear a nigga say whass happen wo' but not from the heart

Word gotta be out, a lot of tension's in the air black
Your everyday niggaz ain't even muchly makin' transac'
If I think about a gun, I'ma get ten
The people got they ears to the streets and they be listenin'

My life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

Niggaz be knowin' them bitches, slippin' when I'm dishin'
I'd rather be locked down in prison, then come up missin'
But that goes to show you how fast the laws work
They was peepin' with somebody that punished them boys first

Don't they know the people still thinkin' I sent the hit
I'd accept it if I did it but they wrong for that shit
To the police I sounded like the boy cryin' wolf
'Cause they know I like slangin' rice shootin' dice with the crooks

Everythang in life I accumulated I took
It's a never ending episode, my life is a book
I'm hot, so I'm ridin' round up in Rock [unverified]
There's a funeral pass, two cops and five limos

Man that's one of them niggaz was tryin' to snipe me
I betcha everybody in that crowd don't like me
I should go up in the bitch bustin'
But they got innocent bystanders that never did the clique nothin'

My life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

My life, my life, my life, my life
My life, my life, my life, my life
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone
Ain't no sunshine 'til they gone

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On Top - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: On Top
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): J Russ, D Joyner, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Uhh yeah, uhh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, what?

We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?
We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?

Song ain't a song without X and the BS
Earl, Stan initials ES
About to shut it down, y'all don't see this?
Oh my God y'all don't see this?
Started with a little, raising the pups
Now I'm a home-run hitter, we raising our cups
Toastin', to all the roastin' we done
Bite hard, done bit hard but don't run

My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines
Cats want mine? X blood-line?
Oh you try na get hit in the head one time
Straight to the body with the whole 29
It's gon' be whatever it's gon' be
And I'm gon' see whatever I'm gon' see
And I'm gon' do whatever I'm gon' do
So if it's fuck me nigga, then fuck you too! C'mon!

We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?
We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?

Off the chain I'ma run through, walk through, gun do haunt you
A gun puts a spark through, no tellin' what the hawk do?
Only speak for me, no tellin' what the dog do
Dog do what the fuck dog do? Shit
Yo' crew leave it alone
You got your eyes on the bone?
Can't keep your eyes of the throne? Go on now
With that shit you did man, c'mon now!

I'm gettin' sick of niggaz fuckin with D
You fuckin with D? You fuckin with me
You fuckin with me? You fuckin with X
Fuckin with X? You fuckin with a softball-sized hole up in your vest
And the rest? Ain't nothin' to rap about
Ain't no when the strap is out
Ain't no when the rats is out
'Cause the rats don't know shit but point money out!

We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?
We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?

School street, Moulfred, Whitney Young
Been there, lived there, now it's become
A place where the face I'm not familiar with
These new cats done got me on some "I'ma kill you shit!"
And I remember when you came through flyin', a 1 2 9
Scooped ya man up and he signed to the line
I got a deal, shit I'm still in the grind
Got the steal, 'cause shit is still on my mind

You got to watch niggaz that you talk to
'Cause sometimes they talk to you funny, whass up wit'chu money?
Oh you think it's sweet? My name must be Honey
Funny, 'til you leave with your head bloody
And what he gon' do when a 6 foot 3
430 pound motherfucker come through?
Nothin'! Breathe easy!
When cats talk slick dogs get greasy!

We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?
We gon' make these cats stop!
Why they waitin' to go?
We gon' keep it on top!
Why these cats is like aiyyo?
What?

Why these cats is like yo! Aiyyo!
Why these cats is like yo! Aiyyo!

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Woo - Lyrics - Worldwide Underground - Erykah Badu

Title: Woo
Album: Worldwide Underground
Artist: Erykah Badu
Composer(s): Ahmir Thompson, R.C. Williams, Erykaha Badu, Issac Hayes, James Poyser, James R. Vanleer, Leonard Hubbard, Bobby Rush, Kenyatta Saunders, Mel Lewis

Lyric:
Woo
Yeah, y'all know it? come on, come on, everybody feelin' it, come on
Woo
Uh, uh, uh, so if ya feel it in your body, say

Woo
Uh, now, uh, uh, so make the rain come down, come on
Woo
Yeah, uh, say, ah yeah, uh B-boys and B-girls, now say

Woo
Ah yeah, uh, one time for your mind behind, now now
Woo
Uh, yeah, sophisticated gangsterism, uh, pimpism say

Woo
Hey, ah, little Badu and little pimpin', come on
Woo
Hey, what's up? Tita come on, brother Beat, come on say

Woo
Yeah, I see you on the right, we can jam all night, come on
Woo
Yeah, wait, uh watch this, watch this, watch this, watch this

Well, I came to your show I respect your flow
Now I wanna know if you wanna go
To the studio, Bust-a Rhyme or two
Uh, what ya wannna do, uh what ya wanna do?

Bring a sack, but I'm cool wit that
I got the paper stack and the pimped out track
Got the song and it's on, it's on
Got the studio locked down all night long

Woo
Ha ha, yeah uh, come on, come on, come on
Woo
Hey, come on, see don't be scared 'cuz it's just a little something called

Woo
Hey, lay back, come on, everybody give me something now
Woo
Hey fellas, come on, don't make me mad, come on

Woo
Yeah yeah, one more, one more, say it wit me now
Woo
Woo, hold on watch this, watch this, watch this, watch this

Well I'ma sing you a song
So play that track
With the crickets in the back
It's so abstract

Woo
Yeah, ha ha, now see I like it like that, come on
Woo
Uh, so all the B-boys and all the B-girls, come on

Woo
Hey, back door spit wit ya, so come on, come on
Woo
Hey south Dallas, eastside, westside, come on

Woo
Uh, uh one time, one time, where's Dallas at?
Woo
Norla park all the way to the BKL, come on

Woo
Hey, a train, C train, number one and two, come on
Woo
Uh, yeah, westside, whass up stoop? come on, hey

Woo
Uh, downtown Dallas and got me down, so come
Woo
Uh, uh, thank you, thank you, thank you, one more
Woo
That's great

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