What A Good Boy - Lyrics - Rock Spectacle (Live) - Barenaked Ladies

Title: What A Good Boy
Album: Rock Spectacle (Live)
Artist: Barenaked Ladies
Composer(s): Steven Page, Ed Robertson

Lyric:
When I was born, they looked at me and said
"What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy"
And when you were born, they looked at you and said
"What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl"

Got these chains, hang around our necks
People want to strangle us with 'em, before we take our first breath
Afraid of change, afraid of stayin' the same
When temptation calls, we just look away

This name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from
Your brown hair
This song is the cross that I bear
Bear with me, bear with me, bear with me
Be with me tonight
I know that it isn't right
Be with me tonight

I go to school, I write exams
If I pass, if I fail, if I drop out does anyone give a damn?
And if they do, they'll soon forget
'Cause it won't take much for me to show my life ain't over yet

Wake up scared, I wake up strange
I wake up wondering if anything in my life is ever gonna change
I wake up scared, I wake up strange
And everythin' around me stays the same

It's the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from, is woven from
Your brown hair
This song is the cross that I bear
Bear with me, bear with me, bear with me
Be with me tonight
I know that it isn't right
But be with me tonight

I, couldn't tell you, I was wrong
Chickened out, grabbed a pen and paper, sat down and I wrote this song
I couldn't tell you, that you were right
So instead I looked in the mirror, I watched TV, laid awake all night

And we've got these chains, hang around our necks
People want to strangle us with 'em, before we take our first breath
Afraid of change, afraid of sayin' the same when temptation calls

Yea, hey
And this name is the hairshirt I wear
And this hairshirt is woven from, is woven from
Is woven from hair
This song is the cross that I bear
Bear with me, bear with me, bear with me
Be with me tonight

When I was born, they looked at me and said
"What a good boy, what a smart boy, what a strong boy"
And when you were born, they looked at you and said
"What a good girl, what a smart girl, what a pretty girl"
Hey, yea

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Boy Looka Here - Lyrics - Rich Boy - Rich Boy

Title: Boy Looka Here
Album: Rich Boy
Artist: Rich Boy
Composer(s): Jamal F. Jones, Maurece Richards, Niquay Jones

Lyric:
This what I'm talkin' 'bout, nigga
Hey bitch, gotta looka here
This the A, ho, yeah, this the A, ho
This the A, ho, yeah, this the, this Alabama

Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here
Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here
We can buy the bar all night, looka here
I can show you what a stack like looka here

Boy, looka here, boy, looka here
Looka here, looka here

Off top, I'ma tell ya this some playa shit
A real nigga here now, better get ya bitch
Yeah 'cause big pimpin' in the house now
If ya real then you know what I'm talkin' 'bout

Rich Boy, I don't know what these niggas thankin'
Bet a thou', shoot a thou' what you niggas bankin'?
Comin' down like snow in the winter time
I don't know about you, but I'm gettin' mine

D I P never cold, nigga, hell yeah
Zone 4 gon' pull up in the ATL
Gettin' money, already know what it is
Don't stop, bitch, what the business is?

Get my ass then a lazy boy sofa
Keep my toaster,warm in my holster
See you got ya lil' jewelry but I'm chunked out
All the hatin' playboy, get ya stomped out

Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here
Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here
We can buy the bar all night, looka here
I can show you what a stack like, looka here

Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here
Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here
We can buy the bar all night, looka here
I can show you what a stack like, looka here

Naw, I don't wear tight shirts wit' the cuff links
See the big VS stones make ya eyes blink
Say I talk slow and I rhyme funny
But I ain't thinkin' 'bout nothin' but the big money

Big cake, big shrimp on a big plate
Nigga so iced out like a snowflake
Don't hate big crib wit' the big lake
Say she wanna taste some of that milkshake

Put'cha money where ya ass at and run that
Just gettin' started, nigga, we did done that
What you know about them folks that was shootin' it off?
While y'all was lyin', runnin' and movin' ya moss

Homeboy, we ain't goin' for the okie doke
'Cause we'll pop it off quick wit' the gun smoke
See what I tote, keep it in my lap
If these hollow points hit'cha, nigga, it's a wrap

Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here
Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here
We can buy the bar all night, looka here
I can show you what a stack like, looka here

Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here
Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here
We can buy the bar all night, looka here
I can show you what a stack like, looka here

Yeah, I ain'tsta, don't die, naan, nigga
Rich Boy, Alabama ex-figure
Stack quicker, drank good hard liquor
Fuck a squad, better have God wit'cha

Cool like a muh'fucka wit' a pimp cup
All my folk gettin' money throw your prank up
Yeah, real deal playa gon' ball out
Come drank what'cha drank 'til ya fall out

Where my girls at? Baby, make 'em pay mo'
Gon' show a nigga how you make it shake slow
Yeah, represent, tell 'em who ya click
Throw 'em up, nigga, go on show 'em who ya wit'

Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here
Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here
We can buy the bar all night, looka here
I can show you what a stack like, looka here

Fuck talkin', get took, boy, looka here
Rich Boy really do it, boy, looka here
We can buy the bar all night, looka here
I can show you what a stack like, looka here

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Good Old Boy - Lyrics - One of the Boys - Gretchen Wilson

Title: Good Old Boy
Album: One of the Boys
Artist: Gretchen Wilson
Composer(s): Gretchen Wilson, Vicky Mc Gehee, John D Rich

Lyric:
Some girls are lookin? for a Wall Street man
With lots of green in the bank
Gotta find a feller with a red wine cellar
And a big black Escalade

One of them dudes that don't cuss or chew
Don't never do nothin? wrong
Personally that don't do it for me, yeah
You can keep 'em all

I'd rather have a good ole boy
One who ain't afraid to make some noise
Do what you wanna do but if I had the choice
I'd rather have a good ole boy
Yeah, I'd rather have a good ole boy

Well, I've met guys in suits and ties
That'll buy you anything you want
Drink champagne and drop big names
In a high dollar restaurant

But I'd rather run with a son of a gun
That'll get a little dirt on his hands
I'd trade a high class livin? for some good catfishin?
With a real blue collar man

I'd rather have a good ole boy
One who ain't afraid to make some noise
Do what you wanna do but if I had the choice
I'd rather have a good ole boy
Yeah, I'd rather have a good ole boy

I'd rather have a good ole boy
Who ain't afraid to make some noise
Do what you wanna do but if I had the choice
I'd rather have a good ole boy

You know I'd rather have a good ole boy
One who ain't afraid to make some noise
Do what you wanna do but if I had the choice
I'd rather have a good ole boy
Yeah, I'd rather have a good ole boy

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Disrespectful - Lyrics - Chaka Khan

Title: Disrespectful
Artist: Chaka Khan
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, David Young, Izzy Avila, Bobby Ross Jr. Avila, Mary J Blige, James Samuel Iii Harris

Lyric:
Disrespectful
You don't wanna treat me
You don't wanna play around
'Cause you could be history

Don't mess around with me
I'm too good to you, yeah
What the hell you take me for?
I'm nobody?s fool

Boy, what is wrong with you?
I don't have time for this
You can't make me lose my mind
I'm too strong for ya

Disrespectful
Yeah, it's no mystery
Best thing to happen to you
No one compares to me

Baby, I remember
When you use to love me

I remember when you used to love me
Through the good and bad
What a good thing we had

I remember when you used to love me
Why you so brand new?
What happen to you?

I remember when you used to love
Love me

Disrespectful
I don't think you?re hearin' me
Better pay attention
I'm everything you need

Who's the one cookin' the food
Goin' through the same thing
You goin' through? That's me
You better get your act together
Before I have to flip out on you, baby

Boy, what is wrong with you?
I don't have time for this
You can't make me lose my mind
I'm too strong for ya

Disrespectful
It's no mystery
Best thing to happen to you
No one compares to me

I remember when you used to love me
Through the good and bad
What a good thing we had

I remember when you used to love me
Why you so brand new?
What happen to you?

I remember when you used to love me
Through the good and bad
What a good thing we had

I remember when you used to love me
Why you so brand new?
What happen to you?

I remember when you used to love
Love me

Runnin' out of time
Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' out of time
For your disrespectfulness

Runnin' out of time
Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' out of time
I'm just too good for this

There are times that I do miss you
But I must keep movin' on
I never thought that I would wake up
And you'd be gone
You never thought about me

Don?t you take me for no fool, boy
I know [Incomprehensible] yeah
This whole city know that I?m crazy
To think that I wouldn?t see you
Through all your mess

I remember when you used to love me
Through the good and bad
What a good thing we had

I remember when you used to love me
Why you so brand new?
What happen to you?

I remember when you used to love me
Through the good and bad
What a good thing we had

I remember when you used to love me
Why you so brand new?
What happen to you?

I remember when you used to love
Love me

I remember when you used to love me
Through the good and bad
What a good thing we had

I remember when you used to love me
Why you so brand new?
What happen to you?

I remember when you used to love me
Through the good and bad
What a good thing we had
I remember when you used to love

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Almost Over - Lyrics - Results May Vary - Limp Bizkit

Title: Almost Over
Album: Results May Vary
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Mike Smith, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Learned how to rap as a little boy
Took a lot of crap as a little boy
Always had to fight back as a little boy
Always under attack as a little boy
Never got good grades as a little boy
I was locked in a cage as a little boy
Still I never was afraid as a little boy
I was feedin' my rage as a little boy
It's time to blow their minds

Learned how to lose as an older man
Sang a lot of blues as an older man
But I saw it all through as an older man
Put together my crew as an older man
Felt a lot of pain as an older man
I established my name as an older man
People piss on my game as an older man
Ain't nothin' gonna change as an older man
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
Come on and cry now, baby
You all know it's my time now, baby
Come on

Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?

Got treated like a clown as a little boy
Kept my feet on the ground as a little boy
When you're livin' in a dream as a little boy
Ain't nothin' like it seems as a little boy
I was hatin' on the world as a little boy
I was lovin' all the girls as a little boy
I was into punk rock as a little boy
I was breakin' non stop as a little boy
It's time to blow their minds

Got treated like a chump as an older man
Mixin' rock with the funk as an older man
Learned what a girl was as an older man
Now I know how to love as an older man
But I'm still a big kid as an older man
And I'd much rather give as an older man
Still I'm singin' in the rain as an older man
Ain't nothin' gonna change as an older man
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
Come on and cry now, baby
You all know it's my time now, baby
Come on

Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?

My life is one big dream, I'm lost in what it means
Don't wake me up 'cause it's almost over
These voices in my mind keep tellin' me it's time
To wake me up 'cause it's almost over

It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
Come on and cry now, baby
You'll know it's my time now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
It's time to blow their minds now, baby
Come on and cry now, baby
You all know it's my time now, baby
Come on

Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
What it looks like?
What it looks like, baby?

My life is one big dream, I'm lost in what it means
Don't wake me up 'cause it's almost over
These voices in my mind keep tellin' me it's time
To wake me up 'cause it's almost over

Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
Who that is? What it say?
What it look like?
What it look like, baby?

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Can'T Leave 'Em Alone - Lyrics - Ciara

Title: Can'T Leave 'Em Alone
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Curtis James Jackson, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

Lyric:
50 Cent, Ciara
I'm focused man
You should know this man

Yes, one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me I handle my business
Any city any town, touch down I do my thing
I'ma hustler baby I provide by any means

I'ma great conversationalist, you should know what I'm about
When you look at me baby you should see a way out
Out the hood, out the drama, out the Bentley it's on
Out the headache and stress you done been through before

It's only been three months an I already got it bad
So hood that I keep on comin' back
My girlfriends tellin' me I don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them baby bye fall back

He's so good and he knows how to love me
But so hood and he's so heavy in the streets
He's my dude and you betta get used to things
And I don't care what you say about me, they say

That he does it with the best, runs a lil' less
Tatted on his chest, I like it, so what, I like it
And they say that he's gonna hurt me, just wait and see
But they don't know me 'cause I am what he wants, his girl and I love it

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

See when I had a good guy he didn't do that much for me
Tried to be hard but that he can neva be
Always tell me that no one could compared to me
But couldn't handle it when other guys was starin' at me

Now the time plays back so everyone could look at me
From the A to hills up in Beverly
He's so fly that he knows how to carry me
First class when they talk we don't hear what they say

That he does it with the best, runs it in the west
Tatted on his chest, I like it, so what, I like it
And they say that he's gonna hurt me, just wait and see
But they don't know me 'cause I am what he wants, his girl and I love it

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

The more I get the more my ambition tell me there's more
I'll move a A for that girl, I'll move ahead for that boy
Then I flip that double up, kick back, cuddle up
Ya friends trying to confuse you but you know what?

My intentions are good, I can't help it I'm hood
I wouldn't change if I could, you shouldn't tell me I should
Baby you should take me as I am
And be happy you're my girl 'cause I'm happy I'm your man

I can hear your call, it just takes one call
I'll come running, boy I promise I will be there for you
All my heart it belongs to you
I can't lose you, yeah, boy I just can't leave you alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

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Can'T Leave Him Alone - Lyrics - Ciara: The Evolution - Ciara

Title: Can'T Leave Him Alone
Album: Ciara: The Evolution
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Rodney Roy Jerkins, Curtis James Jackson, Lashawn Ameen Daniels

Lyric:
50 Cent, Ciara
I'm focused man
You should know this man

Yes, one dose of me will have you addicted
To know me is to love me I handle my business
Any city any town, touch down I do my thing
I'ma hustler baby I provide by any means

I'ma great conversationalist, you should know what I'm about
When you look at me baby you should see a way out
Out the hood, out the drama, out the Bentley it's on
Out the headache and stress you done been through before

It's only been three months an I already got it bad
So hood that I keep on comin' back
My girlfriends tellin' me I don't know how to act
But I'm tellin' them baby bye fall back

He's so good and he knows how to love me
But so hood and he's so heavy in the streets
He's my dude and you betta get used to things
And I don't care what you say about me, they say

That he does it with the best, runs a lil' less
Tatted on his chest, I like it, so what, I like it
And they say that he's gonna hurt me, just wait and see
But they don't know me 'cause I am what he wants, his girl and I love it

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

See when I had a good guy he didn't do that much for me
Tried to be hard but that he can neva be
Always tell me that no one could compared to me
But couldn't handle it when other guys was starin' at me

Now the time plays back so everyone could look at me
From the A to hills up in Beverly
He's so fly that he knows how to carry me
First class when they talk we don't hear what they say

That he does it with the best, runs it in the west
Tatted on his chest, I like it, so what, I like it
And they say that he's gonna hurt me, just wait and see
But they don't know me 'cause I am what he wants, his girl and I love it

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

The more I get the more my ambition tell me there's more
I'll move a A for that girl, I'll move ahead for that boy
Then I flip that double up, kick back, cuddle up
Ya friends trying to confuse you but you know what?

My intentions are good, I can't help it I'm hood
I wouldn't change if I could, you shouldn't tell me I should
Baby you should take me as I am
And be happy you're my girl 'cause I'm happy I'm your man

I can hear your call, it just takes one call
I'll come running, boy I promise I will be there for you
All my heart it belongs to you
I can't lose you, yeah, boy I just can't leave you alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that good boy game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

I can't leave 'em alone
I tried that game but the dope boy's turning me on
It's just that he know what I want
So bad, I love that, I can't leave 'em alone

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Cutie - Lyrics - Jamelia

Title: Cutie
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Jamelia Davis, Colin Emmanuel

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

I been checkin' you out, boy, without a doubt
You got my attention, you are cutie
Pullin' over my ride, just to be by your side
Just a minute of your time is all I need, cutie

Baby, your smile is amazin', your body is blazin'
Gon' be chasin' to make you my cutie
So honey, take this piece of paper
Write down your numba, I'll call ya, is that cool, cutie?

Yo, yo, yo, yo cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Boy, if ya new in town, come let me show you around
'Cos you don't have to be a lonely, cutie
Here's my number at home, call me when you're alone
You can store it in your phone numbers, cutie

I can see in your eyes, I'm the kinda girl that you like
Smilin' 'cos you know that I'm right, cutie
The way you work your thang
Make a sista wanna buy you a ring, go and get it

Yo, yo, yo, yo cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Let me break this down

I wanna know ya, take ya out to eat
How you feel 'bout switchin' clothes with me?
Yo, let me chase ya, boy, till you fall for me
Jump in the coupe, boy, come take a ride wid me

I'll take ya places honey, you only dream of
I can show you how it feels to have a real love
I wanna brag about ya, make ya so happy
I got ya speakin' in another language, come on, daddy

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

Yo, yo, yo, yo, cutie, do you have a cutie?
If you ain't cutie, just let me know
'Cos I'm lookin' for a cutie, just like you cutie
What ta think, cutie, are we good to go?

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Good Side Bad Side - Master P

Title: Act A Fool
Album: Good Side Bad Side
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Lamarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Craig Love

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Lyric:
Yeah nigga, I'm going rep this motherfucking
No Limit to I D.I.E, check this out nigga
I could gave a fuck what a nigga gotta say about me
(What)
(What)
I could gave a fuck what the media gotta say about me
(Fuck off)

Nigga I ain't got no motherfucking English
I'm from the hood and you know what?
(Fuck off)
If a motherfucker come at me they better come right
(Fuck off)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Still posted on the block, still slangin' that coke
Still runnin from the cops, still lettin' 'em bitches know
Still fuckin' with your made, beause blowin' that ganja
Uptown New Orleans is where them thugs gonna find me

Rolling with 'em head bustas, my niggaz splitting wigs
A couple fucking G's nigga it can get did
Straight from the hood and I represent the street
Send money to the pen, still fucking with C
(Okay!)

R.I.P. to the niggaz in the motherfucking dirt
When I look into their momma's eyes I still see the hurt
What a nigga supposed to do when his boy get shot?
Put the bullets in the can and let that motherfucker pop

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Thug girls, I put my name on them
Me and Jon's like the Lakers
Going for three rings in the game on them
We ain't done till it's a dun-dadda
And I got my own clothing and so fuck Gucci and Prada nigga

I'm underrated like Sam Cassell
But when the playoffs come nigga I'ma be there
Can't fall off because a nigga ain't average
Fuck the I.R.S. a nigga still got cabbage

Know how to play the game because the nigga is a baller
Lil Jon with the beat and now them hoes wanna call ya
I ain't Michael Jackson the P won't quit
I'd rather be judged by 12 than carried by 6

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

I still walk through the hood by motherfucking myself
And if I have some beef nigga I don't need know help
Nigga ain't Puffy and a nigga ain't Maize
So give me 50-feet before I catch a fuckin' case, nigga

We ain't going to the Grammys
Find us on the block posted up slangin' motherfucking wammies
Still thuged out with the white tees fuck-a-nigga who don't like me
I got nine biscuits for the dog that try to bite me

I'm still rowdy, nigga I'm still bouty
Still got them bouncing in the clubs
And 'em hoes still talk about me
Ten years later nigga I'm still in the game
Y'all thought after 400$ mill a nigga would change?

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)
Don't make me act a fool
(What)

You have what
Have mercy to start the car man
Man let's do it

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Greenback Dollar - Lyrics - Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert - Kingston Trio

Title: Greenback Dollar
Album: Nick, Bob & John: The Final Concert
Artist: Kingston Trio
Composer(s): H Axton, K Ramsey

Lyric:
Some people say I'm a 'No count'
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travelin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a greenback, a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

When I was a little baby
My mama said "Hey son
Travel where you will and grow to be a man
And sing what must be sung, poor boy"
Sing what must be sung

And I don't give a damn about a greenback, a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Now that I'm a grown man
I've traveled here and there
I've learned that a bottle of brandy and a song
The only ones who ever care, poor boy
The only ones who ever care

And I don't give a damn about a greenback, a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

Some people say I'm a 'No count'
Others say I'm no good
But I'm just a natural born travelin' man
Doin' what I think I should, oh yeah
Doin' what I think I should

And I don't give a damn about a greenback, a dollar
Spend it fast as I can
For a wailin' song and a good guitar
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand
The only things that I understand, poor boy
The only things that I understand

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Lil' Love - Lyrics - Strength and Loyalty - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Lil' Love
Album: Strength and Loyalty
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): James Philips, C. Scruggs, S. Howse, Jermaine Dupri, Shad Moss, A. Henderson, Shante Harris, Mariah Carey

Lyric:
Y'all know what this is

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Monday feelin? nice
Tuesday you act out
We just break up again
You want me to let you back in
But tonight I'm like no-o-o

My mind says no
But my body and soul said yes, I hate this mess
Boy, you just ain't no good for me
This ain't the way real love should be

Took you back once, took you back twice
Took you back three, four, five times
They said these tricks it?s over
Boy, you've been cross the line

Took you back once, took you back twice
Took you back three, four, five times
Can't stay in love wit you, somebody help me

[Incomprehensible] ***** was thugged out
But you bugged out, start trippin'
Flippin' on me all time and it's been like this all my life
No matter how I try

Guess it's the Thug in me
Got my mind on my money, man
I'm spendin' my time on the grind 'til I shine
I'm concentratin' on runnin' thangs

I've been tryna hold it down
And you steady tellin' me it's over now
She always talk loud
She always leave me but always come back around

That's just what we go through
And you know it's so true
Every time I slip up, she behind me
Gon' be right there to remind me

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Can we take a long walk on the beach, get away from the streets?
Baby girl, me and you need to rendezvous
Cancun next week, how that sound to you?
I've been meanin' to spend a little time witchu

I can tell you?re fed up from all of the promises
I've been makin' lately
And I haven?t delivered but I been so caught in my hustle
Tryna make this payment

And I shoulda considered your feelings
I shoulda been better about it
I shoulda been grown, not childish
I shoulda been way more polished

But my hustle done paid off
And I'm ready to spoil you, love
Come look, what cha boy gon' do?
Let me make this up to you

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Wheezy girl, I can't believe what you sayin'
You know you got it, should meet with my fans
But every time I get a break, I'm layin'
Where? In your arms, all night and day playin'

You want some time, I send you Jacob
Want sunshine then take a vacation
We ain't gon' make it if you keep complainin'
Everybody go through changes

Love is a dangerous thing
It's full of happy and sad faces
Break it up to make up later
Talk it out so it ain't no anger

We need more communication
You should have some consideration
?Cause you knew from the day we met
What type of player you was dealin' wit

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Everything I do, just for me and you
Stack a little paper so it's never rainy days
I got you, but just for me, then you got to
Understand that I hustle, hustle

Diamonds things, I gotta hustle, hustle
Anything that brings the weight up
See a real thug too it's in his nature
It's in his nature

Not tryna say that you about that paper
But me and you, yes, we like that paper
Overseas trips, diamonds on the wrists
You must admit, your boy gets that paper

I like bossin', girl, wit you beside me
Slide wit me, try and take it away
That's when I ride and ride

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

If you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

Can I get a little bit of L-O-V-E?
Can you spend a little bit of dough on me?
Can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E?
Boy, if you wanna make it good
You gotta give a little bit of love

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One Boy Girl - Lyrics - Rhythm Of Love - Kylie Minogue

Title: One Boy Girl
Album: Rhythm Of Love
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Kylie Minogue, Willie Wilcox

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Lyric:
I'm a one boy, one boy girl
You know I'm a one boy girl

Some girls, say in their world
They couldn't bear to have just him
But I don't need a load of guys
To pump up my self esteem

(Girl what you doin' with just one guy?)
Given' all my lovin'
(What you gonna do when there's lipstick on his collar?)
(You're gonna get old before your time)
You can't tell me nothing 'bout this man of mine

No other love could ever compare to my lover
I'm a one boy, one boy girl
No other touch could mean half as much as my lover
You know I'm a one boy girl

Check it out, some guys never realize
What a girl needs from a man
But my guy always satisfies
It's a love we understand

(Don't you wanna go out and play?)
I'm sorry but I'm busy
(What if you call and there isn't any answer?)
(You're gonna find him gone one day)
He'll always be with me no matter what you say

No other love could ever compare to my lover
I'm a one boy, one boy girl
No other touch could mean half as much as my lover
You know I'm a one boy girl

No other kiss is one that I miss like my lover
I'm a one boy, one boy girl
No other man could love like he can, he's my lover
You know I'm a one boy girl

Hey yo, Kylie
(Mm hmm)
What's up with this one boy girl, thing?
Well, let me break it down like this
(Yeah, right)

It doesn't pay to stay or be good
You know how guys are, I don't think he could
Be with just one, and what if he cheats ya?
Girl just have fun, go out and meet ya
Two or three more

(I don't think so)
You should see more
(No I don't think so)
How could you be sure?
(I believe him)
You're in for heartbeat, you don't need him

What if he hurts you?
(He won't do that)
Are you sure?
(Yeah, that's a fact)
There's lots of guys in this world
Not for me, I'm a one boy girl

No other love
My lover, oh
One boy, one boy girl

No other touch
My lover, oh
One boy, one boy girl

No other love could ever compare to my lover
I'm a one boy, one boy girl
No other touch could mean half as much as my lover
You know I'm a one boy girl

He's my one boy, number one boy
How can I be lonely?
He's my one and only

He's my one boy, number one boy
Can't deny that he's my guy
Won't never have to say goodbye

He's my one boy, number one boy
He'll be with me 'til the end
All his love can't be bad

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Holla @ Cha' Boy - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Holla @ Cha' Boy
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Jonathan H. Smith, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
I knew you niggaz would be back
See, see, you need to fuck with me you know I mean?
Yeah, you need to holla at your boy, man

Stop fuckin' with them punk niggaz, man, with that shit
That's what you get
That shit stepped on nigga, that's what you get
I got that raw, I got that, uh

Twenty-fo' seven
(Holla @ your boy)
What you need baby?
Come on with it, come on with it
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day, in the hallway
(Holla @ your boy)
Sick of that blow up
(Holla @ your boy)

That's what you get for fuckin' with them niggaz
Come and see me for that real O.G.
He a O-Z, I'm a whole ki
Dope as a motherfucker, son, a whole [Incomprehensible]

Bitches fiend for it, then they lean for it
It ain't cocaine, but they wanna still blow it
What you need, what you need
Hoes offer me the pink slip and the deed

Treat it just like weed
Hit the right end, then pass it to her friend
I'm a hustler, you a customer
Them other niggaz you like, straight fuckin' ya

Some of 'em lyin', most of 'em trickin'
Others are dyin', some of 'em victims
When you come from South Central LA
That shit is like dirt weed, a nigga got a headache

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Ice Cube, back then they used to fuck me
Now that I'm hot, these bitches still love me
'Cause I'm far from ugly
Everywhere I go, they wanna kiss and hug me

They say "Dopeman, dopeman
I got your money don't turn into Konnan"
Don't wanna see the G-hand
I am the man from here to Cleveland

Don't get mad, I get even
Try to shake the van, think you're sleepin'
Oh, my God, this nigga's leakin'
Somebody best to call the deacon

Any dose is a overdose
Leave your punk-ass dead or a comatose
And if you don't wanna listen
My shit'll crack you out like Tyrone Biggums

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Holla, yeah
But don't two-way a nigga
Bitch, that ain't nothin' but a transcript

Dumb bitch
(I'll holla)
Don't two-way a nigga man
(I'll holla)
Damn

If you want it raw, now
Make the call now, look me up, nigga
(Holla @ your boy)

Fiendin' for that good shit
Take a look, bitch, what you need, baby
(Holla @ your boy)

I got it all day
In the hallway on Broadway
(Holla @ your boy)

Sick of that blow up
Gettin' stepped on, nigga, come on home
(Holla @ your boy)

Twenty years
I've been servin' you fiends
For twenty years
(Holla @ your boy)

Why would you fuck with anybody else, ha?
(Holla @ your boy)
That's why you're fucked up right now, ain't it?
(Holla @ your boy)

You need to get at me
You know I got it and I know you want it
(Holla @ your boy)o

Come on, Cube, let me rap on here
I'm, I'm just tryin' to sack somethin' up

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The Witch - Lyrics - The Cult

Title: The Witch
Artist: The Cult
Composer(s): Ian Astbury, William Duffy

Lyric:
So you finally found your rhythm, man
Got your funky ass out of the can
Well, a girl is coming to you
Gonna show you what is true
The witch, she need a lover, boy
Maybe it could be you
It took a while to understand, whoa, yeah
Stole the needs of another man, yeah
Took a while to understand, whoa, yeah yeah
Push your sex on a mortal man

Your dreams are coming true
They said they wouldn't do
Cool world need to save you, boy
Maybe it could be you
Took a while to understand, yeah
Push your sex on a mortal man, yeah yeah yeah
Took a while to understand, whoa, yeah yeah
Push your sex on a mortal man, yeah

She's got what you need?
What she got is good, good
She's got what you need?
What she got is good, yeah
She's got what you need?
She's got what you need?
What she got is good, so good
She's got what you need?
What she got is good

She's got it
She's got it good, yeah
She's got it, mmm
She's got it good, yeah
She's got it, whoo
She's got it good, yeah
She's got it
She's got it good, yeah

She's got what you need?
What she got is good, yeah
She's got what you need?
What she got is good
She's got what you need? Yeah
And the witch is coming to you, whoo

Everybody need a saviour, baby
Everybody need a saviour
Everybody tryin' to save you, baby
Everybody tryin' to paralyze, yeah, whoo, whoo
Everybody need a saviour, baby
Cool world need a saviour
Everybody tryin' to save you, baby
Cool world need a paralyze, yeah

She's got what you need?
What she got is good, yeah
She's got what you need?
Yeah, the witch is coming to you
And the witch is coming for you, yeah
Comin' as a wizard, maybe
And the witch is coming to you, yeah

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Feel So Good - Lyrics - Harlem World - Mase

Title: Feel So Good
Album: Harlem World
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): Lawrence Paul Dermer, George Brown, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Dennis Thomas, Rafael Vigil, Sean Puffy Combs, Joe Galdo, Richard Allen Westfield, Deric Angelettie, Mason Betha

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Lyric:
You ready, Mase?

Party people
In the place to be
It's about that time
For us to

Yo, what you know about goin' out?
Head west, red Lex, TV's all up in the headrest
Try and live it up, ride true, a bigger truck
Peeps all glittered up, stick up can, they go what?

Jig wit it 'cuz ship crisp, split it all
Ho's ride, get your nut 'till I can't get it up
I'm a big man, give this man room
I'd a hit everything from Cancun to Grant's tomb

Why you standin' on the wall? Hand on your balls
Lighting up drugs, always fightin' in the club
I'm the reason they made the dress code
They figure I wouldn't wild when I'm in my French clothes

Dress as I suppose, from my neck to my toes
Neck full of gold, baguettes in my Rolls
Wreck shows, collect those, extra O's
Buy the E, get a key to the Lex to hold

East, West, every state, come on, bury the hate
Millions, the only thing we in a hurry to make
Are the friend that act's friend in a Lex or a Benz
Let's begin, bring this BS to an end

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

You can't understand we be Waikiki
Sippin' DP to the TV, look greedy
Little kids see me, way out in DC
With a Z3, chrome VB's, they wanna be me

Nigga's talkin' shit, they ought to quit
I'm fortunate they don't see a fourth what I get
And those be the same ones walkin' while I whip
Just stylishing cars 'cuz they all true Nig'

So, while you daydream my Mercedes gleam
And I deal with ho's that pose in Maybeline
One time you had it all, I ain't mad at ya'll
Now give me the catalog, I'll show you how daddy bought

Six cars and power to fire big stars
Sit up, CEO style, smokin' on cigars, nigga
It's like y'all be talkin' funny
I don't understand language of people with short money

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

Do Mase got the ladies? Yeah, yeah
Do Puff drive Mercedes? Yeah, yeah
Take hits from the 80's? Yeah, yeah
But do it sound so crazy? Yeah, yeah

Well, me personally, it's nothin' personal
I do what work for me, you do what work for you
And I dress with what I was blessed with
Never been arrested for nothin' domestic

And I chill the way you met me
With a jet ski attached to a SE
Smoke my Nestle, no mad rap-ass cat, where my check be?
Problem with y'all I say it directly

Went from hard to sweet, starved to eat
From no hoes at shows to menage in suites
Now, I be the cat that be hard to meet
Gettin' head from girls that used to hardly speak

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
You make me feel so good
(You know you make me feel so good)
(You know you make me feel so good)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy
I wouldn't change you if I could
(I wouldn't change you if I could)
(I wouldn't change you if I could)

Bad, bad, bad, bad boy

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The Way You Do Me - Lyrics - Jojo

Title: The Way You Do Me
Artist: Jojo
Composer(s): Kaseem Dean, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Swizzie, S Dot
JoJo, let's go

Look at whatcha do to me
Just had to speak raw
Why you keep doin' that?
It's gettin' me gone

Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?
I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let him go

Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
You be talkin' somethin' good when you talkin' to me
I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let you go

Most just can't run up on me, meet 'em at the door
Me gettin' swept off my feet? That don't happen, no
Since you been comin' around, I been scandalous
Steady switchin' up so much, my girls all know me

First a letter [Incomprehensible] met up, then ya got me alone
Couldn't say it but the way it happened just let me know
Those minutes I was spendin' kept me missin' out
We ain't even traded kisses but I'm feelin' so much fire in here

Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?

I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let you go
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
You be talkin' somethin' good when you talkin' to me

I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let you go
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?

Funny thing, I didn't want it, told me I will love it
Just breathe for a moment I could
'Cause so many disappointments have me feel somethin' like
I don't have a reason I should

First a letter [Incomprehensible] met up, then you got me alone
Couldn't say it but the way it happened just let me know
Those minutes I was spendin' I was missin' out
We ain't even traded kisses but I'm feelin' so much fire in here

Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?

I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let him go
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
You be talkin' somethin' good when you talkin' to me

I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let you go
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?

Boy, what you do?
What do you do?
Boy, what you do?
What do you do?

Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?

I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let him go
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
You be talkin' somethin' good when you talkin' to me

I been tryna think of ways to tell you no
Same time I'm thinkin' I'd be crazy to let you go
Boy, the way you do me, boy, the way you do me
Why you gotta be so good when you give it to me?

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What'S Really Good - Lyrics - Diplomatic Immunity - Diplomats

Title: What'S Really Good
Album: Diplomatic Immunity
Artist: Diplomats
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Aquanza Jones, Jimmy Jones, Earl Simmons, Laron James

Lyric:
Uh, uh yeah, we back in the fucking building
Diplomats, Young Guru, Jim Jones, Santana
Freaky, came in second half
Shit man, only thing we really wanna know right now is
What? Is what's really good? That's the question

Suicide sickness, child negligence
Homicide fingerprints, wild evidence, but what?
But thou shall, respect me bloa, bloa
Clap, clap, pow, pow, bow down, nigga

Be in Columbus never seen Bow Wow, nope
We big dogs, all on the chow down
Chow and Mr. Giles lay back
Santana locked up, get 'em out asap

Aight, now boy, not tonight
I where a bomb to the court like it's a icey white
I'm real icey right, still in the hood
But the question for y'all is what's really good?

Nothing, see me on fifty five, black scooped it up
A K activated, act stupid, one did act stupid
Mac had to move it, from the hood like
What's really good?

I had to lay 'em down, clip him up, sprayed around
Split him up, he played the ground, leave, nine stayed around
Outlaw on the street, shot four from the three
Southpaw Portuguese, what's really good?

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

Okay I admit, I mean they said I was trippin' had to re-edit the spin
Forty four lead when I'm spitting shots to the head of my victims
Big deserts we grippin' to dry out, you in the desert is slippin'

They go through extreme measures to get 'em
Them chains and them treasures the glistening
You got three hideouts, a bed in the system
My brethren I miss them, so please tell me y'all what's really good?

Top of the drop when it's missing
My block when it's clickin'
These rocks when they glistening
What's really good?

One forty fifth on this crunk, big forty fifth in my trunk
Big gouty wrists on you chumps, what's really good?
Mostly me and sometimes them
But mostly me, oh shit man, that's one time them

Squally, so through your set up please
Let me know if you're really good
And let me know if you really hood

All my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

I like this beat, drums and bells
Remind of bullets, bodies, guns and shells
I don't talk the verse, Polly wanna cracker
When she on the stand, you probably wanna smack her

Probably wanna clap her, end your day properly
Air the shit out like the end of State Property
No run away robber, gunner stay half of me
The end I see prophecy, what's really good?

I'm in the buggy mon', with the rugby on
Air Force Ones, looking like you Lucky Charms
Lotta dudes, yelling out fuck me, uh?
I'll blow this bitch dog, what the fuck we on

It's Santana, I'm straight out the box homey
Straight to the stoop, straight to the booth
When I stepped out the box homey
I still got the sun of the box on me
Grimy clothes, funky arms, my socks dirty

I told you I can count on my boy
I'm in trouble, needed bail money, dialed on my boy
Shit and just when I thought it was getting worst
I was bailed out scot-free, spittin' this verse, uh-huh

You don't sit in the dirt, clips'll disperse
What's really good? Me motherfucker
Don't play with this, I'm so great at this
Santana, bandanna, release the eight a spit

To all my ladies, ghetto to ghetto
Heals, sneakers, slipper stilettos
Hello, Diplomats are coming to your hood
And we wanna know, what's really good?

All my niggaz, block for block
Rock for rock, top for top
Top a top, stash your clocks under the hood
And niggaz wanna know, what's really good?

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