Whatcha Need - Lyrics - Full Circle - Boyz Ii Men

Title: Whatcha Need
Album: Full Circle
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Donnie D-Major Boynton, Raphael Brown, Ken K-Fam Fambro

Lyric:
Girl, I see you crying
Tears running down your face
You're sick of him lying
Need someone to take his place
I can give you whatcha ask for
I can give you whatcha need
I'm down with anything you're down for
Baby, you can count on me

Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times and bad
'Cause you'll never have to be sad, baby
Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times and bad

You say that you are lonely
Need someone to hold you tight
You're faithful to him only
But he never treat you right, no
I'll be there when you call me
I'll be right there by your side
And whenever you're crying
I'll be there tonight, oh I

Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times an' bad
You'll never have to be sad, baby
Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times and bad

And girl you need to know that
Only a fool would let you leave, leave
'Cause all the things you need are
Right here with me, yeah
Friendship, trust, commitment
'Cause I got what you need

Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times and bad
You will never have to be sad, baby
Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times and bad

Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times and bad
Whatcha need is someone that cares for you
Whatcha need is someone to see you through
Good times and bad
You'll never, never, never, never be sad

The one thing that matters is your happiness
And I wanna be the one that makes you happy
Let me be the one, I'll give you whatcha need

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Whatcha Like - Lyrics - Didn't See Me Coming - Keith Sweat

Title: Whatcha Like
Album: Didn't See Me Coming
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Stringz Curtis Jefferson, Dorna Jenkins, Keith D Sweat, Bobby Crawford

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Lyric:
Yeah, uh-uh
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, whatcha like?
Yeah yeah
What, what, what, what, what

Baby, I'm scopin'
I got you wide open
I know you want some
Some of this love of mine

'Cause I'm not your average trick
It takes a lot to get with this
If you want my lover
You gotta wine and dine

And wait a minute baby
You must think I'm crazy
Trickin' is to me
One of my favorite past-times

Nah, I'm not used to spendin' money
Just to get some honey
But you know girl, there's always a first time
For everything, lemme say

I know whatcha want
I know whatcha need
Gonna give ya
Whatcha like, whatcha like

You know what I want
You know what I need
Can you give me
What I like, what I like

Girl, I'll take you, where you never been before
I'll go down girl and give you so much more
Please come to me, I'll supply your every need
Satisfaction, baby, guaranteed

Now I've heard that game before
But you've got to give me more
I like diamonds and plush cars
I wanna be the star

Boy don't take advantage
That bullshit, I can't stand it
I'm tired of givin' love and bein' hurt
So first thing's, first baby

I know whatcha want
I know whatcha need
Gonna give ya
Whatcha like, whatcha like

You know what I want
You know what I need
Can you give me
What I like, what I like

You better get your shit right
Boy ain't got much equipment
For you to come prepared for me
'Cause I'ma catch you slippin'

The bullshit, I'm skippin'
No dicks, I'm dippin'
Watch your mouth, it ain't no trippin'
While this madam is flippin'

And I'm sippin' Perione with the thong
Gone in the jacuzzi
Call this nigga to get my bone on
Come screw me, like the driver

Do amazing shit like Macgiver
Check out how I flip it when I ride ya
I hypnotize ya with the twistin' of my hips
I mesmerize ya with the lickin' of my lips

And I feed him a mouthful
Five from that snack, she packin'
In the sack, she lackin'
Ain't no slackin', I'm mackin'

Get the fuck back and recede like a hairline
Pull some shit, you gon' see me take care of mine
The bomb [Incomprehensible] poetess be on a paper quest
For little D, my mama and me, fuck the rest

I know whatcha want
I know whatcha need
Gonna give ya
Whatcha like, whatcha like

You know what I want
You know what I need
Can you give me
What I like, what I like

I know whatcha want
I know whatcha need
Gonna give ya
Whatcha like, whatcha like

You know what I want
You know what I need
Can you give me
What I like, what I like

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Soul Rebels - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Soul Rebels
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Strong Barrett, Talib Kweli Greene, V Mason, D Jolicuer, Tony Cottrell, K Mercer

Lyric:
We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It lives for us
We don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us
We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It lives for us
We don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us
We do not (under no circumstances) live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop)
It lives for us
We don't live for Hip-Hop (Hip-Hop), it lives for us

It's the eternalist, y'all burn to this, blaze da dro'
Soul rebels trap up, we got a long way to go
Before this here blow like a volcano
We get eternal, this is what you waitin' for
You try to front and play the role
When you more like a pimp who pay the ho
With my name up in your mouth like fellatio
I lace the flow on purpose even up the ratio
Of Hip-Hop to that shit they drop on the radio
Underground classics is what they used to say before
Now we break the surface quiet like an alligator nose
They hate it, 'cause they know if they don't get it, then they may be slow
We still gonna blow like the horn played by Horatio
The stakes is three feet high and risin' like De La Soul
So I got Wonder Why, my man Dave and Maseo
We all got babies so we embrace the taste of dough
But y'all already know so I ain't gotta say no mo'

De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D
Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody
Party to party, body to body
When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle

Yo! I'm homegrown for the bain, once I rock the mic plain
It's the extravaganza we glad you came
Made only for them heads, it's infra-red Aim
For such a world figure, we got figures to gain
(Don't sleep on a nigga)
I ain't Icabod Crane get that ass cooked hard 'cause we raw like Kane
Been known to mic spit, infinite per frame
While these girls throw me plenty like jenny to jane
Ain't some old school G poppin' memory lane, been on it future robotic
Since the day I came
If you don't know Plug Wonder Why is my name
Most recognized leo with my size in mane
Matter a fact track is simple and Plain
'Cause the complexities I freeze is too deep to detain
Reflect, Kwa-Tone Tek eternally in the game (and De La) oh fo' sho'
We be shinin' the same

De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D
Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody
Party to party, body to body
When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle

Y'all think these challengers is here to make a man fold
Shoot I've been holdin' these joints since I was yea old
Came to confirm the fact that I've been on the payroll
Stay cold til one day make it hot and fade old
Continue til I'm dyin, rottin' out gray and old
I told them fool before they pass they have to pay toll
While I've been sittin' at the table eatin' steak whole, side of greens
Baby yams you know it stay soul, pre-natal
But they want to come spit your way so
So was I supposed to go and say no
Right emcees some walking straight, some take the gay stroll
I get my man to clamp they asses like they staples
I'm from LI we take it far as out as naples
And scrape hoes who'll be willing to take clothes off (off)
See once you bet it all against reflects eternal
You lose every rapper on a dept
Y'all need to pay ya dues

De La is whatcha need, Reflection is whatcha need
We got the masters of the ceremonies
Blessin' emcees lip professin' emcees
From LI to Brooklyn to Cinncinnati, Hi-Tek and Kweli got this on lock D
Let me hear you scream out loud if you're somebody
Party to party, body to body
When we come into the jam we do it wildstyle

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Body Language - Lyrics - Heidi Montag

Title: Body Language
Artist: Heidi Montag
Composer(s): Evan Bogart, Vince Clarke, David Jassey, Niclas Molinder, Alison Moyet, Joacim Persson, David Quinones

Lyric:
Body language
Oh, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)

I see what I need to do
Yeah
(Yeah, yeah)
Oh, yeah
(Yeah, yeah)

I see you watching
Tell me is
Something you like, like
'Cause I feel you eyes
As they undress me

No, don't you stop it
Love it with ya bad attitude, tude
'Cause I'm in the mood
Baby, impress me

Let me follow your lead
Baby, come on control me
Come over take on me
Take me

If you're in it for real
Go ahead, put it on me
I know that you want me
So take me

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
So prove that you're right, right
(Control me)

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
Come into my spotlight

I got what ya need
(Need, need, need, need, need)
I got what ya need
(Need, need, need, need, need)

Boy, whatcha waiting for?
Come and take control over me, me
Show authority

'Cause I am looking for a boss type
Someone to fulfill all my needs, needs
So, give me a pieces of your guidance

Let me follow your lead
Baby, come on control me
Come over take on me
Take me

If you're in it for real
Go ahead, put it on me
I know that you want me
So take me

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
So prove that you're right, right
(Control me)

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
Come into my spotlight

I got what ya need
(Need, need, need, need, need)
I got what ya need
(Need, need, need, need, need)

Check out
Chillin' in the back of the club tonight
Make kin between us only right?
But, keep dancin' show me your step
And go 'head speed it up like it

Get in the left lane
Up in the jet plane
Fuel about a mill, mill
From Paris to Beverly Hills

We that ill
(That's right)
Lay my eyes on a sassy pearl
Heidi Montag
Yeah, that's my girl

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
So prove that you're right, right
(Control me)

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
Come into my spotlight
I got what you need

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
So prove that your right, right
(Control me)

Read my body language
I do what you like, like
Come into my spotlight

I got what ya need
(Need, need, need, need, need)
I got what ya need
(Need, need, need, need, need)
I got what ya need

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Gigolos Get Lonely Too - Lyrics - The Time

Title: Gigolos Get Lonely Too
Artist: The Time
Composer(s): Jamie Starr

Lyric:
I guess you've heard of my reputation
I've had my share of foolin' around
But everybody needs stimulation
And mine just happens to be all over town

It's an easy-money occupation
A first class psychiatry
But just once, I'd wanna make love
Without taking off my clothes
Just once, I wanna make love with somebody
Who really and truly knows

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Maybe you're the kind of person
That could turn my world around
Won't you gimme little inspiration
Maybe that's what I need to make me settle down

It's an easy-money occupation
But honey one thing understand
I've got more money than you could imagine in your wildest dreams
But honey, money don't make no happy man

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Just once, I wanna love without takin' off my clothes
Just once, I wanna love with somebody who knows
That I got more money than you could ever see
But honey, money won't get me up off my knees

Gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Contrary to rumor, gigolos get lonely too
All my lovers need stimulation
But honey babe, I think that I need you

Whatcha gonna do, baby?
Oh, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?
Whatcha gonna do, baby?
Oh, whatcha, whatcha gonna do?

Ah, do you think we could have dinner sometimes, baby?
Well, how about to night, baby?

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Tell Me - Lyrics - The Price Of Fame - Bow Wow

Title: Tell Me
Album: The Price Of Fame
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Alton Wokie Stewart, Timothy William Gatling, Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
Tell you, oh, tell me
Tell you, oh, tell me

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

Can't you see what I'm tryin' to do?
I need to work it out between me and you
It ain't through, I would do down to do anything
You ask just to get you back

Take you shoppin' all over the map just to see you laugh
Pop them tags, you plus me, do the math
Minus all the negative BS, you my other half

Ain't no other that makes me feel the way you do
I can see myself comin' back at you
I'm a whole different individual now
Everybody but you invisible now

I want a commitment and I want you home
You'd never miss a good thing 'til it's gone
And I miss kissin' you and I miss spoilin' you
Missed you lovin' me and me adorin' you, no tell me

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, I'm tryin' to work it out

Now tell me, tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

A lotta ladies in the world wanna be mine
But I don't give no time *** no shine
No matter how many women I see
Without you girl, I'm incomplete

I'm tellin' the world I can't be discrete
I ain't the same without you and me
Girl, I even miss the arguments
You can't be real, not fraudulent

How'd it look? It's hard to get another 'Shortie Like Mine'
One that can keep me up when I'm down
Besides my riches or my Bentley
You can have all the rest that comes with me

That's my heart, mind, soul
You can be my company where ever I go
I'ma function when I let you go now
I'm tryin' to let you know so tell me

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, I'm tryin' to work it out

Now tell me, tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

Tell me when I'm gonna see 'em pretty pearly whites
You can get it girl, tonight, if you can act just right
Tell me that I'm your *** for life
And I'll tell you everything I know you like

Nobody else know you like Bow
I do things that'll make you say wow
Ain't nothin' lil' about me, I ain't no child
Grown man now, let's figure this out
You stay on my mind, I can't take the loss
Like T. Waters, I'm 'Thrownin Off'

Even when I try to perform
I think about you under my arm
I can't stand the rain
But you can't under the storm

I be here for the long run
Even when the song's done
You gonna see that I'm the one
Here's where you need to come

Tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, I'm tryin' to work it out

Now tell me, tell me what I gotta do
To get things back to the way they was
I'm tryin' to fight it
But I find myself steady thinkin' about us

Tell me what I gotta say
To whatcha try to hear come out my mouth
I'm tryin' to work it out
Baby, we need to, we need to work this out

Tell you, oh, tell me
Tell you, oh, tell me

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Whatcha Gonna Do - Lyrics - Eric Clapton

Title: Whatcha Gonna Do
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Peter Tosh

Lyric:
Mama, Mama, dem hold papa
Say they charge him fe' smoke ganja
If me never jump the fence dem hold me too
So tell me Mama, what we gonna do?

Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?

Next week, next week is the case
Him have a dread judge to face
Him ha' fe' either see in space
Or make the doctor man work on him face

Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?

Next door neighbor, dem hold your son
They say they find him with one gun
An' there's no need to mention
Him going to get an indefinite detention

Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?

Him know nobody
So him ha' fe' remain in custody
Him see Babylon, him stand up an' screw
Say, him never knew it was a curfew

Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?

Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?

Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh Mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh Mama, whatcha ?

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Luv N Ya Life - Lyrics - Notebook Paper - Huey

Title: Luv N Ya Life
Album: Notebook Paper
Artist: Huey
Composer(s): Ashley Bell, Lawrence Frank, Faheem Najm

Lyric:
Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Mommy, I could be the thug in your love
Play my part with the fifty fifty love in our life
By the way I'm Huey, I know how to treat a women
Never raised my hand, don't know how to beat a women

Tell ya what, let's go out up on a date
I'm knowen this perfect place, put a smile on your face
Won't touch until you're comfortable
Even though I'm want'n you

By the looks of things, girl, it seems you want me to
Take you on a ride and the five fifty a.m.g a
I head outta town, first class
Yeah, I'm makin' money an' no that money ain't makin' me
Know that I wouldn't hurt you

I want you to feel safe with me
Baby girl, ya beautiful, you're like a model
Not the skin, you in ya curve like a bottle
Lil' mama now listen
I know you sayin' you want a thug in your life
But ya say, you gotta be able to put

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

I don't care about ya thuging
All I need is your lovin'
You can T-pain if you want to
I don't have to ask that question

I know you're a blessing baby
Come on lil' daddy whatcha gone do
Say, let me iron your pants for ya
Late night do a little dance for ya
How you appreciate the finer things
And now you appreciate you're tryin'

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Now when we hit this thang, you automatically look good
Off of my appearance I automatically look good
Make my way to ya door, open it they like a gentlemen
Take you by the arm, a Kodak flashes while entering

Take you to the bar, buy ya your favorite drink or two
And all ain't gettin' it, so I can try to sleep with you
What person in their right mind wouldn't wanna be with you
You da type I take home and show to my peoples boo

I ain't gonna lie, I hate women who sensitive for real
Be lettin' the littlest things get to them
Lil' mamma listen, I'm able to be the thug in your life
Most of all I gotta be able to put

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

Hey, baby waitin' on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life
Love in my life

Hey, baby waiting on you to come my way, baby
Ain't afraid to say me
Say baby, ya lookin' tight
Ya need to come tonight 'cause I need some love in my life

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Whatcha Gonna Do? - Lyrics - Peter Tosh

Title: Whatcha Gonna Do?
Artist: Peter Tosh
Composer(s): Peter Tosh

Lyric:
Mama, mama, dem hold papa
Say they charge him fe' smoke ganja
If me never jump the fence dem hold me too
So tell me mama, what we gonna do?

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?

Next week, next week is the case
Him have a dread judge to face
Him ha' fe' either see in space
Or make the doctor man work on him face

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?

Next door neighbor, dem hold your son
They say they find him with one gun
An' there's no need to mention
Him going to get an indefinite detention

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?

Him know nobody
So him ha' fe' remain in custody
Him see Babylon, him stand up an' screw
Say, him never knew it was a curfew

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?

Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do now?
Oh, mama, whatcha gonna do?

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Grown &Amp; Sexy - Lyrics - Grown & Sexy - Babyface

Title: Grown &Amp; Sexy
Album: Grown & Sexy
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Daryl Simmons, Kenneth Babyface Edmonds

Lyric:
He be playing you like you was a drive-thru
(Looking for that quick love to go)
I wonder when was the last time he held you
(I bet you don't even know)

He barely talks to you
Bet he don't even know your number
Got you on auto-dial
Still he ain't called in awhile

It's all about the clubs
(His rides, his clothes)
It's all about himself
(That's how he rolls)
Ain't like you need a reason to be leavin'
Well I got ten for you girl

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like nobody else)

How you affordably gettin' that apartment
(When he don't even want a job)
The player don't amount to nothing
(He still living with his moms)

He only comes to you
Whenever he be needing something
You know he's running game on you
'Cause all that player do

Its all about his world
(It's all he knows)
Its not about you girl
(That's how he rolls)
Ain't like you need a reason to be leavin'
Well I got ten for you girl

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like nobody else)

Baby, come and go with me
Come and share my world
(Share my world)
He can't give you half the things I can give you girl

Things like love, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
I'm understanding, I do it all for you
You don't need reason to be leavin'
Girl, I got ten for you

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like nobody else baby)

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
(That should give me credit for my number four)
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

Seven, I got cash
Eight, I got a crib
(Even got a diamond if you're down for it)
Nine, is 'cause I know you better than you know yourself
Ten, is 'cause I'm grown and sexy
(Like)

One, because I'm grown and I'm sexy
Two, because I know much more
Three, you know I got whatcha missin'
Four
Five, 'cause I don't need your money
Six, I got a real good job

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Just A Friend 2002 (Remix) - Lyrics - Mario

Title: Just A Friend 2002 (Remix)
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Harold Lilly, Darryl Mcdaniels, Lawrence Smith, Joseph Ward Simmons, John Smith, Marcel Hall

Lyric:
Y'all ready fo' me?
I wanna know your name and
I wanna know if you gotta man
I wanna know

I wanna know everything
I wanna know your number
And if I can come over and
I wanna know whatcha like

I wanna know so I can do it all night
Butcha tellin' me I'm just a friend
Tellin' me I'm just a friend

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

I wanna know you in and out
I wanna know what your all about
I wanna know

I wanna know what makes you laugh
I wanna know about your past
I wanna know how you move
I wanna know so I can move too

I wanna know
But your tellin' me I'm just a friend
Tellin' me I'm just a friend

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

Can you give me one reason why
You wouldn't want this kind of guy?
'Cuz I stay dips, I stay lace
And I know you know I'm fly
Girl, stop playing games with me

And let get it on tonight
You got nothing to lose
Let me do what I do

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

Oh, baby, you got what I need
(Got what I need)
But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)

But you say I'm just a friend
(Say I'm just a friend)
'Cuz I can be your fantasy
But you say I'm just a friend
But you say I'm just a friend

Come on, girl
You can call me any time you like
Doesn't matter day or night
We can do whatever you wanna do
It's up to you

Don't fight the feeling that you feel
I can tell that it's real, oh girl
So won't you help me understand
Why you say I'm just a
Why you say I'm just a friend

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Hey Fella - Lyrics - LeToya - Letoya

Title: Hey Fella
Album: LeToya
Artist: Letoya
Composer(s): Dave Young, Herman Lang, Stayve Thomas

Lyric:
Peep the picture
Slim thug wanna hit?cha where God split?cha
My mission's to go and get?cha
Listen up to the issha

I?m tryin? to be the one that holds you
I'm tryin? to be the one that kiss ya
And when you?re gone from home
Tryin? to be the one that miss ya, miss ya

A lot of long conversations on the phone
When you come home we goin? strong
Til? bout four in the mourn?, it?s on

I?m that fella who take ya to that level
Your boyfriend?s alright
But Slim Thug?s much better, better

I gotta say I ain't seen any like you
On the real, boy, I really want you
And that's why I'm tryin' to get close to you

And I like the way you're makin' me feel baby
And I just can't shake it
So keep doin' whatcha doin' 'cause boy I like it
You got me thinking what this could be
And I can't fight it, ooh

Hey fella, you got this thug appeal about you
Hey fella, you got this sex appeal, you're the truth
Hey fella, and I wanna get to know you a little better
What you think about that fella

Hey fella, come over here and let me say
Something to ya, so we can get this thing started
'Cause I want ya, that's why I wanna get to know you a little better
What you think about it fella, hey fella

I need a winner babe, I need a soldier babe
I need a man to do whatever, however babe
I need a man to be there when I feel I need him babe
Do you think you can handle what I'm saying

And boy I ain't playin'
You're the type of man that I need in my life, I'm knowin'
So what you wanna do
'Cause I'm feelin' you, I'm really feelin' you

Hey fella, you got this thug appeal about you
Hey fella, you got this sex appeal, you're the truth
Hey fella, and I wanna get to know you a little better
What you think about that fella

Hey fella, come over here and let me say
Something to ya, so we can get this thing started
'Cause I want ya, that's why I wanna get to know you a little better
What you think about it fella

Do you got what it takes
Do you got what it takes to be my man?
Do you got what it takes to be my boyfriend?
I need a boyfriend, I need a real ****, don't need a husband

Do you got what it takes to be my man
Do you got what it takes to be my boyfriend
I need a boyfriend, I need a real ****, don't need a

Shorty, let me explain some things to ya
I know datin? a thug like type might be strange to ya
But with me on your side who gonna try to bring pain to ya?
I really see this as being a good change for ya, this free game for ya

No charge, you?re man?s soft you need somebody hard
Who can **** ya plus, protect it like a body guard
And even though they say I?m not your type, I?ll have ya right
You need Slim Thug in your life

Hey fella, you got this thug appeal about you
Hey fella, you got this sex appeal, you're the truth
Hey fella, and I wanna get to know you a little better
What you think about that fella

Hey fella, come over here and let me say
Something to ya, so we can get this thing started
'Cause I want ya, that's why I wanna get to know you a little better
What you think about it fella

Hey fella
Hey fella
Hey fella
Fella

Hey fella
Something to ya

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Everyday - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Everyday
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Moorer, Jamie Starr, Jermaine Dupri

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Lyric:
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday

Off the top, nigga, see me and want to serve
Just thinkin' about what they need
Ain't that some nerve, now look here twenty-four hours
Seven whole days, I demand my respect, I demand my praise

Everyday that I wake, I gotta have
Everything done with no mistakes
I take it incredibly slow
Don't try to rush me, no means no

I never said a no that meant yes
Other women get taken for granted, I guess
I got a wish list that must be fulfilled
And you gets none until I get my toes sucked
And my eyebrows plucked

I need my car waxed and floor shellac
I need my back rubbed and da bubbled in the tub
That float to the bed so that we can make love

Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)

It ain't much to ask for when I come off tour
To have my truck washed or my body massaged
All the bills paid I send home all my dough
And you being my man it just ain't for show

All the lovey dovey, yeah that is sweet
But honey bunny, you gotta earn your keep
But don't sleep 'cause I need a lotta shit done
And my ma told it's work before fun

So get started, call me cold hearted
Yeah, check it out whatever is clever
And get to stepping if you know something better
If not then respect whatcha got

Meanwhile I got a new tide at the lot
Pick it up and bring it back to the spot
This is how we do it this is how we do it everyday
I need it done in a special way, baby, tell them how it goes

Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)

On the real I need an man that understands me
And realizes the reality
I'm in the MC industry which means
I want to live lovely I gotta make money

Listen so never ask me to give it less then what I got
If it's too hot, nigga then raise up out my spot
It's my trade, I made up the black ace of spade
Alone in the world but it's me ya can't fade

'It's My Life', I do it my way
You don't like my way then hit the highway
See, I'm special not because I'm MC Lyte
But because I'm a women with the gift to bear life

It's done, yes, I've rested my case
Now run, pick up my dermalogica for my face
This is how it goes down everyday
I need it done in a special way, [Incomprehensible]

Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
Everyday I need my shit done in a special way, everyday
(Everyday, everyday)
Everyday

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Maaad Crew - Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

Title: Maaad Crew
Album: Blackout! (with Redman)
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): D Matthews, Reggie Noble, Erick S. Sermon, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Yo yo yo yo, we, Push Weight with Ice Cube's in a cup
Amerikkka's Most Wanted, police pin it up, [Incomprehensible]
Thug passion brotha what, bloatin' gettin' a girl pregnant
Off a finger aah, doc da code name, murgin' proclaims off the lot

Yeah, I'm takin' full blame, I'm hard headed cat fitted for rhymes
I touch up your shaper when Doc spit on the
What it is my brotha, gonna live my brotha
How you live my brotha, real civilized brotha

I'm not Fryed Jaul when I walk the streets
I rock wit' da 4 CDs, not a force

Chin checks in effect, catch red
Put him in a yokes snap his neck
Mr. M.E.F, the bigheads is at it again
Bone shattering, beat battering me, scattering like roaches

Blessin' with the over dosage of black black
Say goodbye you got no class, ship sinkin' fast
Bon Voyage, see ya at the bottom when I spot um
Grab him by the throat and say aahum, I got um

Wassup my brotha? Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup my sis? Aiyyo wassup now sis?
I got whacha need and you got what I need
Got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house

Yo, wassup my brotha? Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup now sis? What up now sis?
You got what I need, I got what you need
Got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house

Yo yo, doggs it's my Fort Doc
Shot wit vaults until death news can talk, cripple kids can walk
My style will show guns what it is to spark
Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart

Doc is like bad weather reports but I'll walk
If your not from the triboro, story settled
I pack Gordy metal for those who act fool
Big fish in da water and we hard to harpoon

I'm like open wounds pourin' iodine
Messin' wit' us is like saving 'Private Ryan'
You acting out a line now you lying, dying
Wash my evil hands in the fire hydrant

Yeah girl, my Kahuna's hooked up in Da Harnass
Flying through hard knock life is still torn
My ropes poped in Chicago, I hit the floor then
Got up and woke up wit' a burn in the morning

[Incomprehensible]

Aiyyo, we mo phat then down south trash and you know dat
With fomat blow the welcome of our door mat
Toes tapped, now the helified sound
Why your town off the road map, baby mess around

I propose that, you go and get your crew and get the bozac too
Def squad Wu or just slave to the Rivrim
Clinton is the Prez, I still voted for Cherlychism
Poison is venom my philosophy is busyism

The most beautiful is [Incomprehensible]
Minutes as usual, play your corner
Swingin' the ghetto pharmaceuticals the Methadonna
Or the old Flinstone chewables and Mary, Mary, Mary

So don't ever say I didn't warn ya
And I don't wanna be the one to stick the doggs on ya
I'm still ghetto, I rhyme ghetto, my peoples ghetto
Pants and saggy teeth yellow

Now thats what I call grimy
A million crazy kids behind me
Killa hills 10304 is where you'll find me
If your lookin' baby I'm right here, c'mon down

Yo, yo, yo, wassup my brotha? Wassup my brotha?
Aiyyo wassup now sis? Wassup now sis?
Aiyyo you got what I need, I got whatcha need
Got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house

Aiyyo wassup my brotha? Aiyyo wassup my brotha?
Wassup now sis? Aiyyo wassup now sis?
I got whacha need, aiyyo you got what I need
Got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house

Yo Crew up in da house
Yo yo Crew up in da house
We got Crew up in da house
We got da Maaad Maaad Crew up in da house

WKYA

Where all my peoples at that love hip hop?
Make some noise
I'll cya'll, I'll cya'll
Throw your ones up in the air like this so everybody can see um
And when I say hip hop, ya'll say one love
Hip hop, one love
Hip hop, one love
Hip hop, one love

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Stay True - Lyrics - Thug Life: Vol. 1 - 2pac

Title: Stay True
Album: Thug Life: Vol. 1
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Tupac Shakur, Maurice Harding, R Walker

Lyric:
Yeah nigga, drop the top on your muthafuckin' ride
This how we do it on the West Coast baby

Rollin' down the Four O Five
Gettin' high
White boys done wrecked their shit
Tryin' to check my ride

I ain't being bootsy
Crusin' in a Six-o Impala
Drivin' like I'm in a Hooptee
Car full of ballin' caps

Keep yo hand on the strap
And take all the craps
Niggas know my steel-lo, all legit
But I'm drapped like a nigga movin' kilo

Shit don't stop
'Cuz I can make that ass drop
Make the front pop
And hit the three wheel motion

All day
Hit the freeway
Take it easy, uhh
Let's slide

And pick-up some hoochies
Ride right back to the movies
High talking back to the screen drinkin' liquor
Havin' big dreams of gettin' richer, I'm livin' that

Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, yeah
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, uhh

Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true, yeah
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true

Big Stretch represent the real nigga
Flex, Live squad and this muthafucker catch wreck

Thug Life, sharp as a roughneck
Shakin' the dice, we roll long, ain't nothin' nice
So the vice wanna follow us around
Got 'em runnin' as we clown thru the town

Another one, had to throw another gun
Don't need another case, you can see it on my face son
But I ain't fallin' yet
And I gotta give a shout to where my ball is at Mophreme

Tell 'em why the hoes dream
Gettin' high off a nigga like a dope fiend
'Cuz I'm non-stop, and I'm always hustlin'
Twenty four seven, ain't nothin' buck

But when a young G's flippin' keys for a livin'
Try to make a mill off the time I'm givin'
Trippin', mad, I'm crazy, can't nobody fade me
And I been goin' insane lately

And everybody tryin' ta hold me back
I'm about to snap
You better move back
You know I led a

Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true

Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true

Man, I don't worry about the Five-O
If they start 'cuz it's all about survival
Just stay smart, keep your mind on your bank roll
Always stay ahead of these stank hoes these days

It's an all out rat race
And look at me just caught another cat case
That makes three
My laywers getting cash up the ass

Don't even ask, why I'm buck wild?
Don't smile, don't laugh
To the young G's comin' up, peep game
Don't let the money make you change or act strange

Stay broke, it's all in together now
Keep pumping loud till the crowd bring the top down
Is that Tupac Thug Life ? Hell yeah
Try to dirty up my name but it's still here

Which way do I turn?
I'm strapped
Lost in the storm
I can't turn back with that

Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true

Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true
Thug Life, y'all know the rules
Gotta do whatcha gotta do, stay true

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A8 - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: A8
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Jaime Gomez, William Adams, Kevin Feyen, Mike Fratantuno, Allan Pineda

Lyric:
Yo son, whatcha think about those Peas, though?
Yo, yo, I don't know, them dudes just be on stage, dancin' and stuff
They on some old Las Vegas bullshit, they move too much, man
I can't take them fools seriously

I mean, they ain't talk about no 6-4, no Impalas
They ain't shootin' nobody
(Shootin' nobody)
They ain't talkin' about clothes
You know, what I'm saying?

Yo, my man, I got a plan to do it all
(What kind of plan you got?)
I got a plan that none of y'all ever talked about
'Cause underground niggas don't be thinking
I'm going kinda [unverified] nino [unverified] like Lincoln

How can you make moves when you're always strapped under?
I plan to read the scriptures, tell you more about the thunder
I wonder what really makes the world go round
Not thugs, 'cause thugs go 'round the brain of a brother's down

You be in it for a quick blink but when you start to sink
You be deeper than you was when you should've stop to think
About your consequence, your actions don't make lots of sense
Brothers use the wicked life 'cause of lack of confidence

The devil jacked you for your sense now, you can't pay your rent
And that's no accident, you let us slip so we win
The rest of your development, you should've took time to prevent
The [unverified] of your monument

Now ya, wash up and a nobody
No one blame but your body
You livin' life, had thick and uneasy
You chose to be involved with no deals and crisis

In a hole 'cause of lust and greed
Your mind held captive and unable to exceed
Come out and follow the Peas, we give you what you need
We proceed to give you, what
(What, what)

A, a, a, a, a, a, a, a
We givin' you what you want
(We give you what you want)
(We give you what you want)
(We give you what you want)

And you proceed
On fienin' on what you need
(We give you what you need)
(We give you what you need)
(We give you what you need)

Yo, everybody's goal is to win
But others getting caught up within the line of committing sins
And everybody seems to wanna rule
It's so ridicule we gotta find the right cure

We approach to penetrate equivalent and strong
To wash out individual with evil forms
Conquering battles in these fields of greed
Dark faces all around me makes it hard for me to see

Who's got my back and who will back stab
I'm ready for foes and hoes who tries to grab
My currency, if I ain't got none
The [unverified] crip to runs to the ones who got some

The war billows to those who makes action
The main caption is to bring satisfaction
If you like that contend you see
How you suppose to call yourself a real MC

So what's the definition of a true MC
(Someone who rocks swell and put my soul at ease)
Lyrics went entertaining capability
(Now that's the realest, see, all around 360 degrees)

I'm givin' you what you want, want
I'm givin' you what you want
Na na na, na na na na, na na na, na na na
I'm givin' you what you want, want
Na na na, na na na na, hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

A, a, a, a, a, a, a, a
We givin' you what you want
(We give you what you want)
(We give you what you want)
(We give you what you want)

And you proceed
On fienin' on what you need
(We give you what you need)
(We give you what you need)
(We give you what you need)

Hey, witness grief through startin' material
You are blinded by lights, had an ego ratio
God bless you with the gift of only show
Business but you a careless professional

Is where your failing will show
Over indos and end only cash flows
Makin' it big but yet, you never know
You will pay in your dues bringin' on sorrow

Here today, easily gone tomorrow
Feel the pain and I never borrow
From another man, instead I'm making grand
Watch the Peas as we make a stand

A, a, a, a, a, a, a, a
We givin' you what you want
(We give you what you want)
(We give you what you want)
(We give you what you want)

And you proceed
On fienin' on what you need
(We give you what you need)
(We give you what you need)
(We give you what you need)

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High Speed - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: High Speed
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Darryl Harper, Steven Stanley, Tina Weymouth, Tupac Shakur, Adrian Belew, Chris Franz, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
I speak for all my niggaz livin' in the rush
Slow it down just a notch, baby
It's goin' be alright, it's goin' be alright

Life in high speed
Fuck the punishment, tie weed
I gonna buy me a gun
Fuck doin' time

I live life high speed, sightly disillusioned by weed
I breed thug muthafuckas even worse than me
When I bleed, my enemies best to flee quickly on me
My army, niggaz deceive swiftly

Look at you, now, why you wanna hang out?
I pull the hammer back
Strike wit' a cannon and blow your muthafuckin' back out
They blast but I'm still standin' slightly scarred deep

Questions for the Lord, why He don't like me?
Guard my soul though my life was hard with no remorse
I absorb bomb, less it's without protection for the boss
Rollin' in my double, raw, rugged, and ruthless

Keep a vest through these hard times, knowin' it's useless
And my crew, who could should be mistaken for Jews
We all about our past, blast if he break the rules
Fools done snitched for the D.A., be heaven sent

Switched like a stone bitch, turned straight severed then, why?
Then they wonder why niggaz die
Put your family in danger just to get high
Now, what the hell can we get from jail?

More tricks for the crime rate, this is hell
Bail out, a thug nigga fresh out the jail house
Open your safe count and take all your mail out
Whatever happens happens, whoever falls, dies

We fresh out of time, livin' blind so we all ride
In times like these, chronic and tie weed
Puffin' through these high speed and people say

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Verbal assassin, I hit the corner fast, blastin'
I plan to stretch your chest plate back like elastic
No need to push me to slippin' I love beef, like pussy and pistols
For all you pussies that's soft as tissue

I ride plottin' like the fall guy out the roof
Bustin' at you wise guy, gettin' high, sippin' hundred proof
Gettin' your neck joints low to verdict wit' mine
Get that ass attacked, murdered and robbed, blind from behind

Grab your shots', callin', catchin' niggaz while they stormin'
Kickin' his door in
And get your whole fuckin' family a' mournin'
Plus all you itchy bitchy types can't touch me
Frontin' like your hard
I'll play your fuckin' yard like a trussel

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

At times, I look through times with so much anger
Wonderin' why it keeps on passin' bringin' me the danger
No signal, hard time is a good one at times I'm amazed
Now what the muthafuck a hood done? What we do to get paid

All day, for the almighty, dollar, don't even bother to holla
We all destined to be swallowed by the same thing we lust for
Threw away our morals in bags of dust
More niggaz is dying tomorrow

We, bet on all time, nigga, the clocks tickin'
Approachin' is the day you only know your glocks spittin'
Cops sittin', politicians passin' laws you ain't knowin'
Soon that money goin' be illegal when you got it

Keep your dough up
But I ain't goin' tell you, what? To stop chasin' paper
Man, I'm just like y'all, I worry 'bout that shit later
Put the metal to the pedal, slash up nigga, blaze
Let's get blowed out high speed til the end of my days
Now, my people say

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna buy me a gun then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night

High speed
(We goin' all night)
Life of an outlaw, ghetto stars
(We goin' all night)
Yes, I'm gonna buy me a gun

Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
For my niggaz on the Westside and the Eastside
And the Northside and the Southside
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From Compton to Jersey
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Gettin' it real hard, niggaz in Michigan
(M.O.B, nigga, M.O.B)
From Atlanta, Georgia to Utah

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
From St. Louis to Alabama
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
From Mississippi to Oakland
From San Francisco to San Diego
Seattle to Florida

(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
Maine to Mass
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Food and sex
(Whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)

And it don't stop and it won't quit
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
Then what's next?
Food and sex, house parties in the projects
We goin' all night, high speed

And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(We goin' all night)

And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
(I'm gonna buy me a gun)
And it don't stop and it won't quit
And it don't stop and it won't quit
Outlawz with that rough shit, baby

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