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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

When You Got Good Friends - Lyrics - Legend - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: When You Got Good Friends
Album: Legend
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant

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Lyric:
You got to love ol' Charlie Daniels
You got to cut the rug with Wet Willie too
And you got to be a fan of the Marshall Tucker Band
Before I'll sit down and have a drink with you

Yes, Bakersfield has got ol' Merle Haggard
He's a bad, bad boy, yes indeed
Nashville's got a million and one guitar pickers
But I guess my favorite would be the CDB

Yes, there's a few good rockers in New York City
Guess the big LA, it never cared for me
So won't you tell all them Hollywierd, writer people
That it just don't make a damn, when you got good friends like me

Never pick on good ol' Waylon Jennings
Or Willie Nelson, Bob Wills or me
Well they're playin' that good ol' country western
You know this thing they call the Texas Swing

Yes, there's a few good rockers in New York City
Guess the big LA, it never cared for me
So won't you tell all them Hollywierd, writer people
That it just don't make a damn, when you got good friends like me

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Monday, August 16, 2010

When Can We Date - Lyrics - Dem Franchize Boyz

Title: When Can We Date
Artist: Dem Franchize Boyz
Composer(s): Jamall Willingham, Bernard Leverette, Pno Gerald Tiller, Maurice Gleaton

Lyric:
Ay see that girl right there shawty
Yea she a dime piece right there I'ma holla at her
She so fine I don't know what to say, what should I say to her?
So when can we date? Nah nah I can't say that
Imma say somethin' nice to her, ya know?
When can we date? Nah I'll just tell her like this

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

I gotta stay fresh
(You suppose to be)
It ain't my fault if yo hoe told me
I snatch up every broad
(Standing close to me)
Well she can be with me if she wanna be

I spotted her, she had me froze, she made my mind freeze
I ain't know what to say this chick was a dime piece
She might not be my type and then she might be
I stepped quick, thinking to myself would she like me?

I want her so I holla no hesitation, I spoke quick
She started diggin' my conversation, my blood racin'
You play the doctor, I be your patient
If my heart had a safe I give you the combination

Unlock it and give me love, it be me that you be thinking of
They say it was straight game but all I said was
I got good taste and I like your shape
So all I wanna know is when can we date

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

I'm diggin' you ma she must be a star
Coke bottle shape or your million dollar smile
Like a trial you the judge of my acquitted
I'm waiting on your verdict come on now tell if you wit it

I'm willing to take you out and show you some nice things
Reserve us a dinner and listen to Kelly sing
Step, step in the name of love
I can tell you about books or I can tell you about drugs

Tha average college thug, it's just the way I be livin'
I need a miss thug believe it's you that I'm missin'
Picture us covered with sheet rhymin' beat for beat
Huggin' and kissin' I can massagin' your neck and your feet

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

I need a slim girl with a little tiny waste
One who love the dick and even love to taste
So when can we date, it don't matter where the place
You know I keep my tool got to keep my baby safe

You know you got a solider straight down and off the base
Now I know the block all day doin' what it take
And when I give you money yea them girls gonna hate
We can hit the rink I know your size in roller skates

Or roll up some bushes fire 'em up by the lake
Or take you to a restaurant and eat a couple steaks
Now my friends say I can't on the phone when I shade
I'm thinking she my mate so when can we date

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

I got good taste and I like your shape
Dem itty bitty shorts and your micro-braids
You thin in the waist extra cute in the face
You ain't got a man so when can we date

What? [Incomprehensible]
Told you boy I just went over there and straight told her
What did you say to her?
When can we date she came home with no problem
So next time you meet a dime piece, what you gonna ask her
So when can we date, yeah ha ha, I got one shawty ha ha

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

A Baltimore Love Thing - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: A Baltimore Love Thing
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Q Staples, Norma Jean Toney

Lyric:
She loves me, she loves me not
Yeah she loves me not

The fiends need me, I ain't around it, bones ache
Detox, rehab, cold sweat, watch 'em shake
I'm not that genie in a bottle, I'm in a bag
Take one hit, I slide off to the land of the H man

When we first met, I thought you'd never doubt me
Now you tryin' leave me, you'll never live without me
Girl, I'm missin' you, come and see me soon
Tie your arm up, put that lighter under that spoon

Now put that needle to ya arm princess, stick it in
Relapse you fat bitch, don't ever try that again
All that shit I did for you, I made you feel good
We have a love thing, you treatin' this like it's just a fling

What we have is more sacred than a vow or a ring
You broke my heart, you dirty bitch I won't forget what you did
If you give birth, I'll already be in love with your kids
Listen, I don't give a damn if your ass start smokin'
But we have a bond and it's not to be broken

We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

Baby you know, on the low your sister be eyein' me
I'm good lookin', so you know, sure she be tryin' me
I heard she bisexual, she fuck with that girl
But boy, oh boy, fuckin' wit me is a whole 'nother world

After that first night, she fall in love, then chased a feelin'
I hung out with Marvin when he wrote 'Sexual Healing'
Kurt Cobain even good friends, Ozzy Osbourne too
I be with rock stars, see you lucky I'm fuckin' with you

I chill with Frankie Lyman and Jimmy Hendrix crew
See this is new to you, but to me this ain't new
I live a lavished life, listen if the mood is right
Me, you, and your sister can do the do tonight

I never steer you wrong, you're hyper I make ya calm
I be the incentive and reason for you to move forward
Let's make a date, promise me you'll come and see me
Even if it means you have to sell ya mama's TV
I love you, love me back, no one said lovin' me'd be easy

We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

I love you, I got you barefooted on glass, chasin' a dove
That monkey on your back, symbolizes my love
Your friends talk bad about me bitch, you sit there and listen to 'em
Over and over you hurt me, my love is unconditional

They talk to you when you up, you down they got nothin' to say
But when you call, I'll come runnin', I'll always take the pain away
They set you up, to let you down, they crowned you prom queen
Fiddle about me behind your back, they call you a fuckin' fiend

Can we just be alone, so I can kiss and hug you?
Plus me beside you, no other man can loves you like I do
Call me daddy, I'll make you feel good, I mean real good
I found pleasure in pleasin' you, like a real man should

It was written long before, it was carved in a tree
Forever me and you baby we were meant to be
There's more to life than laughter, what brought us together was fate
And we'll be hand in hand, when you walk through those Pearly Gates
And to see to that, I'ma do whatever it takes

We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

We got a love thing where you try to leave me
But you need me, can't you see you're addicted to me?
We got a love thing, I can take you higher girl
Fuckin' with me, you can be all you can be

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Games Begin - Lyrics - Del The Funky Homosapien

Title: Games Begin
Artist: Del The Funky Homosapien
Composer(s): Adam Ryan Carter, Teren Delvon Jones

Lyric:
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
And the friends to tha end that don't pretend
So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts

It's time to max, relax, ask anybody
You got off work, you know your boss is a jerk
Whether you a clerk or a rapper like me
We all need to kick back and be care free

See, no plea bargainin'', no harborin'
Negative attitude when you're out with your dudes
Damn it feels good when the weekend comes
Ya done finished your homework, ya out with the buds

Clownin', y'all downin' whatever goes
You throw in a tape hear a nigga kick his flows
Cruise down the strip and pop at some hoes
Y'all still havin' fun, no matter what scenario ya chose

Even on the solo with those, take off ya clothes
But not without the condoms 'cause that's bose

Those woke up the next day, call ya patna's
Pitch in for a ten and start up the festivities
No fuckin' worries when ya livin' free of stress
That's why we always smoke bomb, fuck sess

Ya'll feel the best when ya'll say less
At the [Incomprehensible] 'cause it's June 'cause we outta school

Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends

Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
And the friends to tha end that don't pretend
So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts

Your friends are ya friends, like no matter what
Other fools get from ya team
Yt seems like they dream of gettin' next to you
But all they really do is pester you 'cause they marks

Always wanna start funk when you wit 'em
'Cause when he got beef wit a nigga
He thinks ya'll will get 'em

Now he rollin' with your crew
But with no crew he wouldn't be poppin' doo-doo
His ass would be through but now he drug you into it
And yes, all your boys and now you gotta kill the noise

He destroys the whole vibe by frontin'
Tryin' to be hard, but he just Napoleon Bonaparte
A little nigga tryin' to take command, thinkin' he the man
But fuckin' with him, y'all will all kick the can

I can't stand a fake
I kick it with my real nigga's come spring break
That's the ones I look out for, never doubt your pals

Fuck them gals, don't let 'em separate you
Your friends and you will be chillin'
When that bitch hates you, yeah and I say

Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends

Come on and let the games begin
'Cause the game begin when you coolin' wit ya friends
The friends to tha end that don't pretend
So have fun, have fun, have fun while it lasts

Now when ya got business to attend
Take care of that and afterwards fuck with your friends
Don't put shit off 'till tomorrow
Do it right now 'fore you fuck with your pals

That's the down period, rest and relaxation
At that nigga Plus house, let's go to nations
And get fit when life is the pits

You know I check my friends, make sure they legit
Wether is freestylin', you know we stylin'
Nigga's pillin' up with the gin in the cup or a blunt and no english
So nigga's think ya fiendish

Playin' NBA Jams and just like the beats we slam and dunk
Callin' niggas punks when we was poppin' junk, playin' dozens
'Cause we like cousins and brothers I wouldn't have it any other way
You know what they say, all work and no play, ect

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Mama Say - Lyrics - Mr. Cheeks

Title: Mama Say
Artist: Mr. Cheeks
Composer(s): Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, Stephen Marley, David Saget

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Lyric:
And eh, and I see you passing by my way, again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my way again, yeah
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
Can't 'cha get along?

Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, got to get along
Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say, this is where you belong
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, uh
And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say
This is where you belong

Eh, excuse me dime piece where you headed off to
With that chip up on ya shoulder lemme help get that off you
Walkin' around like you lost and from out of town
Who got you down, shit you too hot to frown

I see you time to time whenever you creep through
You know my cousin D2, yeah that's my people
I always ask about 'cha, I guess I spoke you up
I swear if you was trees, I'd roll, light, and smoke you up

And I'm not kiddin' wit'cha, for real a nigga dig ya
But can we hang out, spend some time, that's what I'm tryna figure
Live alone, got a style all your own
Cinamin' complexion skin tone, I know you been grown

The mouth is statured with a work for real it got me hurtin'
Of course a nigga flirtin', come from behind that curtain
I got some more deliveries but yet I be back
And when I get back I wanna see that

Matter a fact gimme that number lemme hit you on the arm
By the time I get back you be gone
Yeah, I got that number from her, 'cuz after work she outtie
Headed back to the crib where she can live and get it clouty

At eight o'clock, we meet up at that after work spot
If no one told ya today, yo that shirt is skirr hot
You keep ya nails painted, always got ya hair done
Tonight's the night that me and you go out and share one

And I see you passing by my way again, eh
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my way again, eh
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
Can't 'cha get along? Eh

Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, eh
And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say, this is where you belong
Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, what'cha say?
And papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say
This is where you belong

Yeah aiyyo, we meet in front the jazz spot, she lookin' right as ever
Boostin' master gloves, them gloves that master leather
Smile when she see me, I guess I'm lookin' comfy
She grabbed my hand and walked in front me, man I think she want me

Got a table for two in the rear
'Cuz over there, you's allowed to throw somethin' in the air
Music soundin' good, we hopped up out our chairs
I'm close up on them smells, we're burnin' L's and bears

We had a few drinks, we ate a meal and all
This night and her cousin, for real I feel it all
She got me wide open, I guess she wide too
'Cuz she done told me anytime I wanna slide through

That I can slide through, I take you on that offer
I had to warn her, laughed and joked a bit, I'm back up on her
Not tonight but give me some time, I'ma bag you
And make you my permanent Ragu

And I see you passing by my way again, eh
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
And I see you passing by my way again
And I'm wondering if we can be good friends
Can't 'cha get eh

Mama say, mama say, mama say, mama say, eh
Papa say, papa say, papa say, papa say
This is where you belong

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

City Ain'T Big Enough - Lyrics - Footprints - Holly Valance

Title: City Ain'T Big Enough
Album: Footprints
Artist: Holly Valance
Composer(s): Joseph Belmaati, Mich Hansen, Mikkel Sigvardt

Lyric:
We met at work and we played
From the start you were the DJ
I was workin' in behind the bar
All of a sudden
You were doin' somethin' right
You started seein' somewhere 'round the sight

In the beginnin'
When you were spinnin'
It was my song you were playin'
I was never sayin'
While I was feelin'
What words I dealin'
But I can't hold it back no more

'Cos I don't wanna be friends
Baby you better know
What you I never know
You burn the light in both ends
Type of girl when you got a lot
One is not enough city ain't big enough
Doctor, doctor give me somethin'
So I can fight to the end,
'Cos the city ain't big enough
For both of us
Both of us
Both of us

Didn't want to turn it into a gap fight
But when the trouble it double baby you won't like
I wanna let it down and you came first
And that bubble is about to burst

In the beginnin'
When you were spinnin'
It was my song you were playin'
I was never sayin'
While I was feelin'
What words I dealin'
But I can't hold it back no more

'Cos I don't wanna be friends
Baby you better know
What you I never know
You burn the light in both ends
Type of girl when you got a lot
One is not enough city ain't big enough
Doctor, doctor give me somethin'
So I can fight till the end
'Cos the city ain't big enough
For both of us
Both of us
Both of us

I don't want this to get ugly
But if you push it girl just trust me
If you think that this is ok
You don't know what I'm about
And boy just wipe that smile off your face
You ain't that good at all anyway
And if you think that we're friends that way
You don't know what I'm about

'Cos I don't wanna be friends
Baby you better know
What you I never know
You burn the light in both ends
Type of girl when you got a lot
One is not enough city ain't big enough
Doctor, doctor give me somethin'
So I can fight to the end
'Cos the city ain't big enough
City ain't big enough

'Cos I don't wanna be friends
Baby you better know
What you I never know
You burn the light in both ends
Type of girl when you got a lot
One is not enough city ain't big enough
Doctor, doctor give me somethin'
So I can fight to the end
'Cos the city ain't big enough
For both of us
Both of us
Both of us

I know us don't wanna be friends
Gonna fight until the end
I know want don't wanna be friends
Typical one is not enough
I don't wanna don't want to be friends
One is not enough
Gonna fight until the end

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Higher [Remix] - Lyrics - Do Or Die

Title: Higher [Remix]
Artist: Do Or Die
Composer(s): Dennis Round, Leon Huff, Anthony Bernard Round, Kenneth Gamble, Darrell C Smith, Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Yo Kayne blow the hook you a genius boy

Now when you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on
I swear your lovin' got me so high I'm gone

Me and you baby girl like best friends
Let me hit you when I get the notion
On I 55 you and I
Let's ride hit the motion

Some say she freaky freaky
Let me guess your lidro needa
I'm hittin' through the back and curves
Hell, they sell the herb

Now open up your mind to this concept
Then you take one step
Straight from the feelin' of a wordsmith
That's the herb shit

Up on my 22 spin's
In my baby blue Benz
Girls say dat boys been actin' up
But thats the way he is

You lookin' good when you
Steppin' out a centerfold
Tell me when I reach a pen to hold
Let me hit you wit this dime in' the street game

Let a motherfucker go yeah, you know it
So now let me sugarcoat it
It's like I'm on that tight herb
And when I pull T the curb it's like, it's like

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
(When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl)
Now when you hear this song you know it's on

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain'
Gettin' brained like a hustler should

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain'
Gettin' brained like a hustler should

When I'm layin' in the back of my 745
With my lips on you
Spittin' good game, with the hustler grain
Gettin' brained like a hustler should, hustler would

And you know when I hear the stuff
I'm still tryin' to hear this love what that do
It's like that baby when I mix it up
Baby girl you just got me sprung, what that do

Oh, yes she's one of the best
As I touch this is past tense I'm hurtin'
Lurkin' searchin' for the virgin'
But when my baby girl it's workin'

Let me know what's that you smokin'
From the hands as I stick my tongue in
Then from the back but she want an autograph
But still we sexin'

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand

Open back up last time
As I spit a little dough in my mind
She just like one of a kind
No C's no stand in her hind

She's just like me rappin' a line
Perfect let me drop in a dime
I'm on a roll again
I'm bought to blow again

Your my latest and my greatest
My latest, my greatest
(When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl)
When you hear this song you know it's on, baby girl
(Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah)

No need to take another puff
'Cause your love has got me high enough
No, no, no, no, no, no
Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah

No need to take another puff
'Cause your love has got me high enough
No, no, no, no, no, no
Just keep on liftin' me up, yeah

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Fuck Friendz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Fuck Friendz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young, Quincy Delight Jones Iii

Lyric:
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde)

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink
Check out my, diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(Where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcorestarin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
Everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends

Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot
For pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the fuck song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' guns in the air!)
Friends, (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends, (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let's be)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends

Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

You Won'T See Me Tonight - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: You Won'T See Me Tonight
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Melissa Elliott, Timothy Z Mosley, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Ever been in love? Yeah, are you ready for somethin' real?
'Cause it can't be fake, this ain't no game
You gotta be wit me for real 'cause it's real out here
So make up your mind 'cause I ain't got no time, y'know?

I'm the most wanted baby father, save the drama
We toast when I wine an' dine ya, all you need is me
I won't stress you but bless you
Mentally an' sexual, we both intellectual

Can't forget how I met you
You thought I was a boxer, Prince Nasim
But I'm the mobster, Nas from Queens
An' when I gotcha, you ridin' with me
You keep askin', "When do you have time for me?"

I'm never free always on the move, bidness oriented
Lifestyle expensive, attract women
You wanna search my pockets an' act all wild
Say I hurt your heart, ask how could I smile?

Wanna call back all my numbers, star 6-9 me
Check my car for rubbers but quit tryin'
Before you find what you lookin' for an' get to cryin'
You always sayin' what you gon' do if you catch me lyin'

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

Caramel kisses of Jezebel's sister
I feel no guilt when I twist ya
Turn the other cheek when I see the next freak witcha
You got your name on his lease, copy his keys

That's your lil' spot where you rest your wig piece
Go 'head an' live, baby, I know you his lady
You page me, when you got the day free
But I be out with my peeps in them system jeeps

You wanna lay up in the sheets of presidential suites
Like I'll massage you while you massage me, mami
But can you hang with a young man who's doin' his thang?
Speak up, I wanna know if you can keep up

Timberland boots for girls, with the tree stump
Baggy sweatsuits, mystery what's underneath them
They for my eyes only, you call me when you lonely
But I like to make the baddest girls wait, I got G, baby

Call you on a Monday
I'll call you back, baby
Call you on a Tuesday
My cell is off, baby

Call you on a Wednesday
I'm out of town, baby
You won't be back 'til Thursday
I'll page you back, baby

Call you on a Monday
I'll call you back, baby
Call you on a Tuesday
I'm out of town, baby

Call you on a Wednesday
My cell is off, baby
You won't be back 'til Thursday
I'll call you back, baby

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

Thinkin' of me, you gettin' the chills
Like a rush through your body when you think how it feels
Give me a call an' my voice give you butterflies in your tummy
Tell your friends you in love with Nas, not his money

An' I'll prove I'm a man of my word, handed you furs
Iceberg, everything on this planet Earth a woman desires
You make a good wife to most men, I know I got you open
But you just my close friend, get it, baby?

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

You won't see me tonight
You won't see me tomorrow
I'll be gone by daylight
An' you'll be so full of sorrow

You'll go tell all your friends
How you called an' I follow
But you won't see me tonight
No, you won't see me tomorrow

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, tomorrow, what? Daylight, ghost
Say what, say what? Yo, you won't see me tonight
You won't see Timbaland tonight, baby
Or Nas Esco', check it, let it ride, let it ride

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Run It Remix - Lyrics - Chris Brown - Chris Brown

Title: Run It Remix
Album: Chris Brown
Artist: Chris Brown
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Scott Storch, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
Run, run, run
Run, run, run
Clap your hands, run
Y'all know what this is
So So Def

Now lil mama just break it down
For the boy, Bow Wow and that boy Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground, bring it up slow
Twurk that thang like them girls in the videos
And I'm leavin' here with somethin'
I come wit dat good game, baby girl, I ain't frontin'
I got that Bentley GT parked outside
So scream at it nigga when you're ready to ride
Come on

Let me talk to you, tell you how it is
I was thinkin' when I saw that body
Gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon' do
Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Babe, pretty thick wit the kick
That's sick, that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon' do

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

You'll see, girl, I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitely show you things
To have you sayin' I can't be 16
Once I get in you won't let go
And I, I'll have yo girls wishin' they were you
And I, I know you heard about me
But guess what's goin' down if we leave

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

I got friends and you got friends, word
They hop out and you hop in, word
I look fly and they jockin', word
The way you drop drop makes me wanna pop

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Girl, you feel right, feel right
Make me feel like, feel like
I wanna do a little somethin'
Ain't no thing, let's do it to sho
Girl, the way that you're wearin' them
Jeans is turnin' me on
I'm the hottest thing that's in these streets
So baby, won't you rock me

Now if ya man ain't on the flo then I'ma step in
Replace him, tell yo friends after party at my spot
Shawty gotta come back 'cuz she so hot
Now we lookin' for them grown girls
That ain't scared to get to it
Know what to do when we drop that music
Lil mini skirts 'cuz she lookin' good
Got different color weaves mayne she so hood

I like 'em thick in the waist, ten in the face
The girls come to us so we don't chase
She move her booty like a low rider up, down
Man, she likes the way that I puts it down
And ain't nothin' to a G, I do this on the daily
You don't believe me you can ask JD
And it ain't no second guessin'
Matter fact, baby girl, I got one question now

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see If you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't let me know
Let me see If you can run it, run it
Girl, indeed I can run it, run it

Right about now
I need everybody to get to the dance floor

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

You Ain'T My Friend - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: You Ain'T My Friend
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
When you born in this world
You get these people that you coincidently grow up with
And you get this illusion of friendship
You know what I'm saying man

But as you get older, you notice
You notice people trying to take advantage of you
You notice people trying to like manipulate you
Then all of the sudden, homeboy, it hits you
And you realize, you ain't got no friends 'cause

Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, gotta get on down
Gotta get on down, you know I gotta get on down
Gotta watch my back, gotta watch my back

'Cause I might get jacked, gotta pack my gun
Gettin' beat up ain't no fun, yeah, baby, baby
Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah

We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend

You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend

Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend

When it comes to friends I ain't got none
All I got is a double barrel shotgun
I can't stand a useless man that has no plan
Lookin' at me with an empty hand

You always talkin' but you never listen
When you ride in my car CDs come up missin'
And that's strange
Damn, what happened to my loose change

If I remember correctly, you was flat broke
Now you eatin' on chips and drinkin' on a soda LOC
Lookin' at me smilin'
But yo I need some gas and my stomach is growlin'

Fools always act like they down with me
But they never wanna go outta town with me
Flip about four or five pounds with me
Get a motel sleep on the ground with me

But when I get back with my money stacked
All the homies start beggin' and talkin' smack
Tryin' to scheme and plot on the cash I got
A 'cause go head and shake the spot

We don't kick it no more, you ain't my friend
You need to pay me back my ends 'cause you ain't my friend
Stop drinkin' my gin, you ain't my friend
You ain't my friend, you ain't my friend

You be pinchin' my sack 'cause you ain't my friend
Talkin' all behind my back 'cause you ain't my friend
Yo man it's all good but you ain't my friend
'Cause we from the same hood but you ain't my friend

Droppin' dope in my yard, you ain't my friend
Tryin' to scope out my broad 'cause you ain't my friend
Never visit me in jail, you ain't my friend
Never post my bail 'cause you ain't my friend

I used to be a gang member, now I'ma gangsta
I don't trust he she him nor her, there's no honor among thieves
Everybody got tricks up they sleeves
You say you my friend but that's a bunch of noise

I stopped kickin' back with my homeboys
That same mother fucker that's shakin' ya hand
Be the first one to rat to the police man
Just when you think you've found a buddy

Get drunk and your buddy start actin' nutty
Now isn't this an excellent adventure
He turned on you like a Doberman pincher
Crazy, as it seems, Afroman gotta million dreams

I can't hang with ya'll and drink alcohol
Get into a brawl over nothing at all
I got plans but you don't believe 'em
Hangin' round you I'll never achieve 'em

Aw yeah, aw yeah, aw yeah
A, this one for all the loners out there
I ain't got no family, I ain't got no friends
Only thing that I have is a big fat bottle of gin

Make me feel all right, make me feel all right
Soothe me till I'm satisfied, yeah make me feel all right
I got the gangsta blues, yeah got the gangsta blues
Stacy Adams shoes with the gangsta blues

Do the crip walk, do the crip walk
A everybody, do the crip walk
A 'cause, do the crip walk
Do the crip walk, do the crip walk

Nobody loves me but my mama and I think she's lying too
I could never be your friend homeboy and I ain't trying to
Women can't stand, Afroman
Cops can't stand, Afroman

My wife can't stand, Afroman
My kids can't stand, Afroman
My mama can't stand, Afroman
My daddy can't stand, Afroman

'Cause I'ma gangsta baby, I'ma gangsta baby
I'ma hustler sug, I'ma hustler sug
Ain't got no job, ain't got no friends
But whatever you need, baby I'm gonna get

'Cause I'ma hustler baby, I made my point
So pass the joint, can I get a light?
That's all right

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

21 Answers - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Lil' Mo

Title: 21 Answers
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Jimmie Cameron, Vella Cameron, Curtis James Jackson

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Lyric:
Baltimore City, New York City
You are now rockin' to the sounds of your girl, Lil' Mo
You can't hate on me
'Cause I just wanna chill and take a ride
Shot gun in your 7-45

Oh baby, you know I got your back
And I need to feel you next to me
We got a baby and you know that
I won't have another man around your child
Sometimes I really wanna cry 'cause the love is so good

Boy, if you really love me now, can we walk down the aisle?
'Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down
'Cause when you was down and out, I was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you

If you fell off tomorrow you could stay at my crib
If you didn't smell so good I still would have your kid
If you got locked up I'd put money on your books
I'd marry you through congical visits and it'd be off the hook

You could still keep the hoopty if you couldn't cop a Benz
Boy, I'd never dip out like some of your friends
If the boys try to get you I'd be by your side
Like Cleo from set it off, yeah, you know I'll ride

If you gotta peel a cap, baby, do it papi
And if a chick wanna a piece of me I know you got me
You have to work at Mciedie's or Burger King
I'd be there for you 'cause I know we gotta eat

I ain't got too many friends, you know that bay
If you use your tongue, baby, I'll behave
You know I don't drink 'cause I wanna have your baby
'Cause I'm your girl and them other chicks is maybe

Boy, if you really love me now, can we walk down the aisle?
'Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down
'Cause when you was down and out, I was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you

If you only knew how I feel
Boy, you would know that my love is for real
21 answers to the questions you got
I'll always love you if you got money or not, oh

If you only knew how I feel
Boy, you would know that my love is for real
21 answers to the questions you got
I'll always love you if you got money or not, oh

Boy, if you really love me now, can we walk down the aisle?
'Cause you know I'm gonna hold you down
'Cause when you was down and out, I was still around
You gettin' money now, but I still got love for you

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A 'Yo Kato - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: A 'Yo Kato
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): V Rangel, K Dean, F Massey, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Huh, this go out to my dog Kato, rest in peace baby

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!

Started off two dogs with the same goals
Nothin' but two dogs walkin' the same road
Two different cultures, but had the same heart
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
5th Avenue, bumped heads in the parkin' lot
Was a quite brother, didn't like to bark a lot
Came direct, when he came, gave respect
So I gave respect, we shared the same respect

To name regret, in our own circles
Two brothers with good hearts, but if you start
Two brothers that'll hurt you, know how that dirt do
Hittin' four corners, right back upon us, God tried to warn us
But sometimes we don't see
When I first heard I'm like, "This can't be"
Y'all niggaz is bugging, got the wrong information or something
Please tell me these niggaz is frontin', God know

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

A'yo K' let me kick it with you for a minute
There was things left unsaid, dog, we wasn't finished
Never got to say "Thank You", for bein' a friend
Dogs for life, and you, rode to the end
Held dog down, didn't let a day go by
Every time dog came to the shy
I was good, trips out to Phoenix, with the scrambler squad
Now I come back to Phoenix and like, "Damn it's hard"

To accept the fact, that you won't be comin' back
But I hope you comin' back, 'cos I won't accept the fact
When you came to New York, you had to come to the crib
And vice-versa, yeah, that's just how we did, remote control cars
We would race all day, it was adventure, we would chase our day
So I'm not gonna say goodbye my nigga
Instead I would rather, focus on the time we spent together
That's what matters

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Need you to save me a spot, next to you and the lord
Don't know when I'm comin', but keep checkin' the door
But while I'm here, knock on wood
I'll make sure your kids remember who their father was
And Val is good, understood how real niggaz move
We don't part, but ya gonna always have family in New York
Believe that, where you at, you can see that
We dogs for life and to death and I mean that [Incomprehensible]

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Yo, where the hood at is banging right now, man
That was your favorite joint, ya know what I mean?
(We miss you, Kato)
It's going just like we thought it would baby
(We miss you, Kato)
Aight
(We miss you, Kato!)
(I'll always love you K')

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

If I... - Lyrics - Ill Na Na - Foxy Brown

Title: If I...
Album: Ill Na Na
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Jean C Olivier, Samuel Barnes, Marcus Miller, Luther Vandross, Sean Carter

Lyric:
Uhh, c'mon yeah
Brooklyn, Brook-lyn, take it back, take it back
If I, Fox Boogie, ragtop six drop
Get caught, think not, light Brown
'Cause we're not to be stopped
If I

I came up fast in this crap game they call a rap game
What the damn! She's killin' it again from that dame
Now every snake fake-faced O jig
I'm like, just don't sell me the 'Bridge, I buy lakes
Friends even bend rules, chicks I lent jewels
Says, "She's actin' funny now, oh she's got money now"
Tryin' to do my thing y'all, need you on my team
But you aint gon' stop my dream, or block my cream

I liked things better when you called me Ings
A year before Rap City, way before Screen Scene
'Fore they knew who Foxy was, you probably was
The first to keep it real wit all my secrets concealed
Things got ill the minute I got a deal
And my time got shorter and you was havin' a daughter
Had to stop hopscotch, get off my rump
Damn I wish we were still playin' jump

If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would take it back to when we said goodbye
If

If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would take it back to when we said goodbye
If I

My so-called man thinkin' he slick 'cause I stay on tour
Thought he'd never get caught tryin' to play on whores
I cried as my keys was scrapin' the car doors
From the trunk, to the hood, by the wheel and the floor
Exposed my vulnerable side, had me open wide
Said you forever keep it real, but you lied
Was the first to feel inside, the Ill Na Na
Had me thirst when you whispered to me, "How it feel mama?"

Yeah, but don't hurt it, I like the way you work it
No Diggity, don't stop, get busy
Blew up your pager, checked your clothes
Duked your house keys, stole your beeper code
What happened to the Mo's and the occasional roses
Massages and the bubble baths, rubbin' my toes as
I realize you was just misleadin' me
I shoulda known, you left your last chick to be with me

If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would take it back to when we said goodbye
If I

If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would take it back to when we said goodbye
If I

Mommy dearest tried to prepare us for a lot ahead
You never heard, preferred to smoke your lye instead
On the one to one combo told me you'd die for bread
That's why I spend these nights, cryin' in the bed
You had the deep dish six, your rep was widespread
I tried to intervene, you said it was over my head
Said I'd never understand the plight of a black man
Right, but I'm tryin' to keep you in my life

V.I.A. satellite, talkin' them burn outs
Soon you had me whilin' and you turned me out
Taught me bout how to win, the code of the streets
Luxuries and wealth, untold it was sweet
And one night you asleep after work was chopped up
Felt somethin' strange in my veins, I popped up
One foot in the house shoot flew to the horn
Got the cell operator, I knew you was gone

If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would take it back to when we said goodbye
If I

If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would take it back to when we said goodbye
If I

If I could take this back I would
If I could rewind the time to when it was all good
I would take it back to when we said goodbye
If I

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Back Like That (Remix) - Lyrics - Ghostdeini The Great - Ghostface Killah

Title: Back Like That (Remix)
Album: Ghostdeini The Great
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): V Brown, Dennis Coles, Willie Hutch, Shaffer Smith, Kanye West

Lyric:
Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowin' that me and that nigga got beef, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no

I'm high powered, put Eva Mendez to sleep
Yo pardon, that bitch been on my mind all week
But back to you, mad gloss chick, you're way fit
How you have everything in this world and waste it

Prince told me it'll be okay, I'm so sick
Like Ne-Yo say, I'm laid back, like neo-soul
I holla back at this Creole hoe
She from the N.O. but she never told me and oh so

We at the spot to chill with a Fugee grill
So ordered the Kobe beef like Shaquille O'Neal
Second I walked in the whole room got still
I don't know how to put this but I'm kind of a big deal

And she conceited, she got a reason
She got her hair did, she got her weave in
And I'ma sweat that out by the evening
You? I don't sweat that now, I got a new

Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowin' that me and that nigga got beef, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no

Oh girl, I can't believe you zoned out
Played me for this dude, nice shoes and a bottle of coast out Mont'
I'm that Don Wilson, first one
To put you up six suites in that Resident Hilton

Mink coat, colorful stones and big stacks
Yeah, I was fucking but you don't get me back like that
Causing me grief, you know me and homey had beef
Now you got me losing my mind out up in these streets

You flamingo, showing your true colors
Heard y'all was ducking down low when you see my brothers
But it's all good, I move from ex to next
Got the baddest little chick to sign off of them checks

Fat bubble, her body's like one of the best
But I don't need to say nothing, ask Kanye West
She eye candy, smoother than Godiva chocolate
And you mad 'cause you played yourself, it's your fault, trick

Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowin' that me and that nigga got beef, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no

Shot through the heart, the girl caught me
Shot through the block with him shot gun
He lucky, I ain't stop, copped the shotgun
Killah type cat, you better be glad I'm not one

Had a couple stars up in my sky
She was my moon and my sunshine
Dude ain't even fly, he just some guy
You blamed yourself, I'm done, peace, one

Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowin' that me and that nigga got beef, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no

Come through the block in the brand new Benz
Knowing that me and that nigga ain't friends, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that

Bouncin' around when I'm up in these streets
Knowin' that me and that nigga got beef, okay girl
Yeah, what I did was wack
But you don't get a nigga back like that, no

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

I Tried - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: I Tried
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Leonard Caston, Willie Dennis, Theresa G. Mc Faddin, Brad Jordan, Anthony Gilmour

Lyric:
She don't wanna be with me no more
Ain't her fault, she just tired of this dumb shit that she don't know
Whether to throw in the towel or if he gon' grow
And if he do, where is he gon' go?
Got a letter from an old friend, I read it and cried
When he told me that his girl just died
Right out of the blue, breast cancer, wasn't nothin' to do
Now I'm sittin' here and thinkin' of you

Tryin' to come to amends, 'cause really I done wanted you in
You the only one I trust as a friend
I know I'm on my last leg limpin' with this bullshit written
But I still gotta bring it to light
Spent half of a lifetime missin' 'cause I would not listen
Confused about my wrong and my rights
They tellin' me that time heals wounds though
This wound gon' need some stitches, I got testimony for niggaz

You doin' what you do but when the shoe gets flipped
Standin' on the other foot got your boots and shit
When you back up and analyze, fix shit and finalize
Before you leave the shit alone just try
Maybe there's somethin' you can do to rectify what's did
And plus you gotta think of the kids
That's kinda just the way life is, you either gotta live or you die
At least that I can say that I tried

'Cause I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried

Faster than a crack head, can pawn yo' shit
Willie D'll put a foot in you bitch
I sold dope, robbed folks, had to make ends meet
Since 5th grade, I been up in these streets, tryin' to get it
Raised by a single mother, two sisters two brothers
I used to think she didn't love us
'Cause she beat us so much plus she came home drunk
But every now and then she'd knock on wood, and say
"I tried to do the best that I could," and I believe her

'Cause she was treated evil out the box
You can't get what you ain't got
My Momma I was young, hittin' licks, started helpin' you out
'Bout the closest that you came to a man of the house
I was talkin' back, walkin' through the do' gettin' smacked
You used to brag to your friends on how, well I rapped
We never really got along but when you took sick
I was at your side 'til you died, I wasn't the best son but I tried

I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, and I tried

I've always been crook, never given up
But the past few years has been really rough
Felt like givin' up a couple of times
Take a jump or plant a slug deep, up in my mind
Fuck it, I'm dyin', done wit strugglin' for mine
Sleepin' on fans, knowin' there ain't no use to me lyin'
Change my name for anonymity's sake
But a four feet dwarf that be on television's hard to miss

I get pissed over little shit, little shit drive me crazy
Then I start thinkin' 'bout my babies
I can't go to jail, I can't die
Who better to teach 'em 'bout this cruel world than I?
Their Mommas won't let me see 'em, I still pay my support
'Cause once you give life, life is bigger than yours
Maybe I'm not all you expect me to be
But when it's done and said ultimately, "Daddy tried"

I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up
But I tried, I tried to do the best I could
Sometimes I guess my best ain't good enough
'Cause when it's over, said shit done
You sittin' by yourself mixed up, but I tried

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