Won'Tcha Come Back To Me - Lyrics - Don Gibson

Title: Won'Tcha Come Back To Me
Artist: Don Gibson
Composer(s): Don Gibson

Lyric:
Hello baby, hello honey
Please, won'tcha come back to me?
I can hardly see how I write this letter
If you don't hurt home, I never get better

Please, won'tcha come back to me?
It's been a long, long time since I kissed your lips
Seems like ages since I took that trip, oh, I miss you so
Honey, baby, don't you hear me callin'?
These what you see ain't raindrops fallin'

Please, won'tcha come back to me?

You don't know what I'm goin' through
I'm so doggone blue, I'm bluer than blue
Oh, I need you so

Catch a plane, ride a train
Do anything just ease this pain
Please, won'tcha come back to me?
Please, won'tcha come back to me?

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Paradise - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Paradise
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Barnes M M J T Smith, Keni Burke, J C Olivier, Rogers K Alan Felder, Norma Jean

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Lyric:
Ohh ohh, ohh
Yeah
Mmm, mmm

If you need me baby I'm for real
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(Paradise)
If you want it baby just be real
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah

We went through this before
Actin' like the L's can't bag 'em no more
Nightgown draggin' on the heated marble floor
Flash Cartier when you open up the door, slide these on baby

So butter, still relate to the gutter
Just your lifestyle's different, spirit uplifted
Fell in love with a cat who's gifted
Turn you back to paradise, damn I missed it

Pop a bottle, light a purple candle
I got somethin' that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me
Pour bubbly, glow from the flame make your skin shine lovely
I'm sayin' baby

Touch it, why don'tcha?
Touch it, why don'tcha?
Touch it, why don'tcha?
Touch it, why don'tcha?
Hey girl, aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world

If you need me baby I'm for real
(If you need me baby, yeah)
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(Paradise, is very nice)
If you want it baby just be real
(Yeah)
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love
(Yeah)

Next phase is this
Black sand, Tahiti, ten days to reminisce
(Yeah)
God's my witness
I paid the price for paradise, so I'm livin this

I never limit myself, the L's fearless
Lay back while I illuminate the darkness
Like it smooth don'tcha
Make it move won'tcha, think I won't?

Take you to your peak I know them other cats don't
And it won't stop, this is beyond paper
First I get your mind right, then I might drape ya
Never pimpin', raise my girls well
Young thoroughbreds get schooled by Uncle L.L.

C-double, L tattooed on the bubble
I lay the mink down, let you walk over a puddle
(Yeah, yeah)
True love is so rare
But don't you worry I ain't goin' nowhere

If you need me baby I'm for real
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise, yeah, yeah
(I'm giving you paradise)
(You know what? Paradise, is very nice)
If you want it baby just be real
(If you want it baby)
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
(I'm gonna give-a-you all my love)

Trust me, trust me, trust me, baby
(Oh my love)
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
(Oh my love)
I'll take you to paradise, ooh
So won't you try me, try me try, this lady?
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah

Belly to belly, one hand on the jelly
At the telly on the celly, get that money Elly
Please believe it, if the mind can conceive it
Then the man can achieve it, you gotta breathe it

And I breathe deep, I'm one with the universe
Minimum, ten percent go to God first
Lay back baby, close your eyes
Ice on the pinky finger froze your thighs

So much shade baby, the water bed fries
Walk around nude in the suite yellin', "Recognize!"
Do your dance, baby pour me a glass
It feels so good to have the world in a smash

Touch it why don'tcha?
Touch it why don'tcha?
Touch it why don'tcha?
Touch it why don'tcha?
Hey girl, aw, girl!
Hey girl, I wanna rock your world

If you need me baby I'm for real
(If you need me)
The rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise, yeah, yeah
(Said, "I'm for real")
(Paradise, is very nice)
If you want it baby just be real
(I'm in here)
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(I'm in here)
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
(Paradise, is very nice)

Trust me, trust me, trust me, baby
(Yea yea, gotta keep your eyes on the prize baby)
(Oh my love)
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
(Sky's the limit)
(Oh my love)
I'll take you to paradise, ooh
(If you can see it, you can be it)
So won't you try me, try me try, this lady
(It's on you, word up)
Rest of your life I'll take you to paradise
(Everybody put your hands in the air)
I'm gonna give-a-you all my love, yeah
(It's high time baby)
(One love, one God, recognize, uhh)

If you need me, just call me
Said, "If you want me, just be for real"
And if you like me, come and talk to me
And if you want me, tell me how you feel

If you need me baby I'm for real
Rest of your life, I'll take you to paradise
(Paradise)
(Paradise, is very nice)

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Thug Luv - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Thug Luv
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kimberly Jones, Carl Mitchell, Scott Storch, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick
In the Mickey and Mallory Mode, rollin' through the streets on 24's
On krunk screamin', die bitch
'Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes to payin' us a fee false
If the straps don't bleed y'all
We put stitches in yo' motherfuckin' dome like a league brawl
Come and roll with us
Take a journey to the realm of the truth when I bust this
It's the Duke and the Duchess
Leavin' haters buked and on crutches

Niggaz you cannot touch this
It's a new collaboration of Thug Luv
Between the Thug Queen and the Thug Lord
More power than a drug Lord
Meant to be because we love each other the way we love war
Gotta rider bet hug yours, 'cause I'm full of ambition
And ammunition and a 50 like I smoked a sticky stack of hash
Ain't no missin' on no critical condition
Murderin' is the mission and we can bust a itchy atcha ass
Feel the flow when I drop it

Don't when to stop it, I'm goin' pockets and layin' bodies down
Feel adrenaline from me and Kim and them
We got it sewed from Brooklyn to Chi Town
See the artillery, we don't fuck around with silly games, plenty thangs
Nigga plus I got an illy aim, stick 'em up, steal his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

It's the T.W.I.S. to the T.A
K to the motherfuckin' I'm
'Bout to shut yo' shit down
Other albums come out ain't nobody gon' buy them
Now who gon' deny them?
I'm scared of myself, don't nobody wanna try Kim
Y'all know you done fucked up

Now whassup y'all better come roll with us
Who's you Mister? It's Lil' Kim and Twista and we about this
For those who doubt this, the game is ours we gon' run you up out this
What a wonderful feeling when you're stealin' a million
But the billion jackpot's what I aim for
Get your hands in the air, put 'em up, keep 'em high
Don't want no problems just gimme what I came for

Pull up on your block, eight straight hummers
'Bout to have it locked, eight straight summers
Bank account hold eight straight numbers
Ain't no room for you whack newcomers
We the people's choice because we kick that
Nasty Hardcore shit that you wanna hear
Can't fuck with us, hands down we win best murder rap of the year

Pounds to the misters, hugs for the miss
Bombs in the mail, sealed with a kiss
All my bitches pop that thing like this
All my niggaz wave that bling on the wrist
Some of the consequences when you dealin' with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Duke, we gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Kim is yo' flow hot
Like a gun shot
Twist' is yo' flow cold
Well I think so
Kim do you got dranks
Crist' by the box
Twist' do you got smokes
Well I got 'dro, now baby we can roll

Do it like a gangsta, creepin' like a murderer
Strapped while I roll on chrome
Lookin' for the ones we at war with
When we see 'em we gon' aim for your dome

Hear me Ma we can run this Earth together, come up worse than ever
Havin' big dreams while we back up this work together
Let's set up shop on the block now, takin' over yo' tip
Even if we gotta slang dubs
Go to war because I love blood, with a Queen by my side
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us
Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

Do it like a hustler, Lil' Kim and Twista
Might as well ride with us
Male groupies, girl groupies
They're all gon' side with us
Whatcha gon' do, it's the Duke and the Duchess
You need to give it up
We gon' take over the world
Whatchu know about Thug Luv

You can't fuck with us do it like a hustler
Gotta keep it gangsta, can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us
Do it like a hustler gotta keep it gangsta
Can't no one collide with us
All my true thugs and all my real bitches
Won'tcha come and ride with us

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Twerk A Little - Lyrics - Dark Days Bright Nights - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Twerk A Little
Album: Dark Days Bright Nights
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Timothy Z Mosley, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Feel me
Come on

Catch me on a back road or cookin' in your momma's house
In your daughter's guts or just spazzin' out
Me and Bubba know what the hell we talkin' 'bout
Pickin' up Betty's like they was beans and brussel sprouts

We got the clout to make you bounce a little
We got the clout to make you down this pickle until you gettin' tickled
C'mon Bubba, let's surround this biddle
While you work the back bit, Timb' work the middle

Uh oh, uh oh! I see ya see ya smile
Uh oh, uh oh! Down comes your blouse
Timb' been around 'em all
From white to black, even magnolia

To hit 'em in project halls
In back of the streets, maybe, right in front of y'all
Timb' and Bubba is a problem, y'all
It's like hip hop meets Effin Tim McGraw

We two fools and don't take no mess
Bitch lumber logs just to work the chest
He's country finest, I'm country best
Puttin' lights out train, just get in that dress, now c'mon

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on witcha bad self, c'mon witcha bad self

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on witcha bad self, c'mon witcha bad self

I brought enough with me to start this bitch a college fund
Fitted Boy and Polo and she ain't even got a son
Timmy, kind of shy, told me to tell you drop it some
Here Betty, take this grand, get your monthly shoppin' done

You can shake for them but bet that you don't profit none
I got a coochie fart fetish baby, pop me one
While you by the bar, I grab your boy a shot of rum
I'm the shit to the point, you gotta stop, I got the runs

Uh oh, uh oh! Why they all on Timmy?
Uh oh, uh oh! Ten grand is all they give me
Still got a grand left, can I let my hand rest
Right there on your damn chest, fondlin' your tan breast

I might just snap back and cuss a broad
But this bitch is truly blessed, so I must applaud
In and out of every club in less than a hour
Sprinkle on a little Pervis like I'm fresh out the shower

And rest assured Timmy runnin' with Bubba
We gettin' slurped by two sluts right in front of each other
And we'll probably do the same thang next Monday evening
I gotta ride this Bentley home 'cause Timmy's out, so we leavin', now

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on witcha bad self, c'mon witcha bad self

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on witcha bad self, c'mon witcha bad self

I see you lookin' out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh

I'm comin', baby, as fast as I can
So while you're waitin'
Won'tcha go 'head and talk to my man

I see you lookin' out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh

Thank you Timmy, I don't mind yo' sloppy seconds
But when I send her back to you I bet we both infected

I see you lookin' out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh

Bubba, won'tcha just do what I tell ya
She got some good snapper
Yes she do, dammit, didn't I tell you?

I see you lookin' out the corner of your eye
Come up here and rub up on my thigh
Won't you put it in my mouth, won't you put it in my mouth?

Now that's what I'm talkin' 'bout

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on witcha bad self, c'mon witcha bad self

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on witcha bad self, c'mon witcha bad self

Twerk a little, twerk a little, let me see you drop it
Work the middle, work the middle, let me see you pop it
Go on witcha bad self, c'mon witcha bad self

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Leave It Up To Me - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Aaron Carter

Title: Leave It Up To Me
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Michael Mark Power, Lucas Secon

Lyric:
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
And ya know we're gonna groove

It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Listen to the kids
Grown ups, own up
Even when they mess up
Actin' like it's all sewn up
Mom and dad think we
Need to have a talk
Think the kids rule the world
Boys and girls

You can't blame us for Nada
You taught us, to follow orders
'Cuz I'm the baby, dun gotta
Monkey see, ah ah
Monkey do no more
The fun stops here
What's the score

We might start a play fight
Just to imitate you
Don'tcha feel silly now
Shame on you
Don't start to cry now
I don't blame you
After all you're just a grown-up
Whatcha gonna do

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

When the grown-ups go a wall
Now nothing's gonna fall
Here come the young ones
The baby crime busters
Big people, listen up
Relax now we're equal
And if the money's right
We might make a sequel

Do I hear a please?
I love it when you beg me
I need a bribe now
Just to move my legs, see
And I might put you in
If you make way
(Lemme talk to my people we can save the day)

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

(Now whatcha gonna do)
Mom and dad, they be
Gettin' on my nerves
Workin' and workin' 'em
Is that what I deserve
But after many days
Hey, I want them back
Tell me who's gonna bake
My cake and all that

Who's gonna suffer from
My practical jokes
And answer when I'm mowing
Hey, it's gotta be my folks
And who's gonna get me up
Ready for the flight
And who's gonna tell me
"Every thing's alright"

But wait a minute
That sounds so soft
That won't impress a
Hot chick like Lara Croft
Don't play me out 'cuz
I'll switch ya off
You've been told old for too long
Singin' the same song

If you're old enough to vote
Then it's time to sit down
It's all about the little hommies
Takin' the crown
So if you're too young to vote
Here's your chance to have a say
Come on everybody
Help me save the day

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

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Work It - Lyrics - God's Plan - 50 Cent

Title: Work It
Album: God's Plan
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Jerry Landis, Paul Simon, Christoper Stein, Joseph Ward Simmons, Curtis James Jackson, Melissa A Elliott, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive
(Come on)

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

Unh, yeah
Now, Missy, she too much for me
(I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me, eat me
Now my baby mama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me

She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like what
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 truck

I've got the magic stick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry

I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching, ching, jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club

I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the herb on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ovah

Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha

See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go, wa ta ta

Ra ta ta ta, ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it, I need a glass of wat ah
Boy, oh, boy, it's good to know ya

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, let's make a toast ah
Lets get drunk, its gon' bring us close ah

Don't I look like a Halle Berry post ah?
See dem Belvedere playin' tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nevah
You won't find a bitch that's even bettah

I make it hot as Las Vegas weath ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want

I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk

Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Thanga thang, thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash

If it's nine to five or shakin' ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just 'cause I got a lot of fame supah

Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin', "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor

Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even mattah
Why you act dumb like ugh, duh

So you act dumb like ughh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

To my fellas, ooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God

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Get Money - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Get Money
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Sylvia Striplin, Roy Ayers, James Bedford, Kimberly Jones

Lyric:
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money

You wanna sip mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, "Poppa not home"
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'

Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on *** sayin' B I G, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby

Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that

Guess you could say you's the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
*** got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got

'Nother intricate plot, the *** said I raped her
Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?
My Moscino ***, my Versace hottie
Come to find out, you was *** everybody

You knew about me, the fake ID, cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin'
Pay my own bail, commence to *** kickin'
Lick in the door, wavin' the four-four
All you heard was, "Poppa don't hit me no more"

Disrespect my click, my *** imperial
*** around and made her milk box material
You feel me suckin' ***, runnin' your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a *** ***, uh

*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money

***, betta grab a seat
Grab on your *** as this *** gets deep
Deeper than the *** of a *** six feet
Stiff *** feel sweet in this little petite

Young ** from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, *** press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin' I'm pressed to get it

Rather do the killin' than the stick up jerks
Or rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm commin' down your throat

Then, you wanna be my main squeeze ***
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees ***
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin' your 3 down the Ave
Blow up spots on *** because I'm mad

Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed and start swingin' everywhere
Me shifty, now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine

Yeah, what ***, I ain't got time for this
So what *** I'm not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adrienne Vitadini and Chanel 9 boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin', "I apologize"

Is you wit me, how could you ever deceive me
But pay back's a *** ***, believe me
Naw, I ain't gay this ain't no *** flow
Just a lil' somethin', to let you mother*** know

*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
*** ***, get money, *** ***, get money
...

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Mobb Wit Me - Lyrics - Chingy

Title: Mobb Wit Me
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonzo E Jr Lee, Shamar D Daugherty, Howard Earl Bailey

Lyric:
That's right

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

I'ma slide in and slide out her
Big work is what I hide in my house
For the hate ammunition make 'em hide out
Leave ya head like a highway wide out

Flat out once, the cat out, gats out
Bring forearms and bats out, chainsaws to ax out
The blackout, it's too white but need a black house
Got a rat spouse who act out over cracked out

Gotta access with the back out on a back route
To send shots at that house, rats snitch so I trap mouse
Need a hit big boss man, Chingy who they ask 'bout

Up and on ya can is blast out, smashed out
Eyes red once the hash out, every check gotta
Get cashed out, trips for my people
On the first in, bustin' in, I'm the last out

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

The usual suspect but never seen
Like my paper forever green wit a together team
Whatever seems leads to better cream
Better bring them Beretta things

Like it rain in the dark, I wet a team
My level's mean instead of lean
Or here the face of this earth 'bout to let a stream

Last night I seen Jesus face the earth and shed a tear
Will I make it or be dead this year?
Nah, I be glossin' on them shiny feet like a pedicure
Posted up in a tactic like metal gear

The rose petal's here
You from the concrete cracks never met a fear
Just a metaphor to better your head'll blur
Instead of blur, let it clear how stress is and let it cure

Haters hate it hear slap you like hunters at a D
This present year not for you peasants here
My message here is a must
Now that I address you queer

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Once I weighed the beats, behave the streets
Pave the week with heat 7 days a week
Plays in sheet, grenade ya peeps, invade ya cheats
Bitches wanna blood bath, so I bathe the freaks

Save ya grief, yo make up I made ya meat
You made the beef, I ate the beef, knock out ya fronts
Ta where they have to tape ya teeth, replace ya teeth
You too soft, ain't no way that you can face the street

I lace the beat, track runner feds can't trace my feet
Or replace my bars in a place wit bars
Speedy racer won'tcha race these cars
Make me large, take charge and say we stars

Don't play, we are make me war, go crazy
And blow up some shit, rep yo hood 'cuz you goin' see me
Throw up some shit, pull it out and slug up some shit
Tore up and spit clips to them peoples come in and show up wit shit

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Uh huh, that's just to let you know
When you mobb wit me, don't ask no [unverified]
If you goin' roll then roll, if you not goin' roll
Then I'm goin' roll right over

Mobb wit me who? The West side goin' mobb wit me
The North side goin' mobb wit me, the East side goin' mobb wit me
Down South goin' mobb wit me, nationwide, worldwide
Mobb wit ya boy Chingy, ain't no playin' in the streets

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Ghetto Children - Lyrics - 400 Degreez - Juvenile

Title: Ghetto Children
Album: 400 Degreez
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Any times we gotta hustle 'cuz our pockets be hurt
Lil' niggas wanna get fronted from who got work
Is she ready for that? You wanna wash the bus
Let a nigga know where they at so ain't no stoppin' us
If you handle yo business right I'ma promote yo ass

You bitch out and try to kite I'ma come smoke yo ass
The shit that I'm givin' you they tryin' blood ta get
The vicks be runnin' through because they love the shit
So don't come with that no one 'bout it shit was cool
Niggas tried ta rob me nobody was comin' through

Snitches I can't have that, bitches I can't have that
Riches you can have that, just bring me my cash back
Look it's all gravy with me, go head and shine
That's how you play it with me ya big time
All I want is the G's, with a trunk full of keys, a Benz on 20's

You got something you can lend me
Shit nigga I ain't doing nothin' for me for free
Can't put no trust in you niggas 'cuz y'all be tryin' ta run G
'Cuz I don't like dreamin' 'bout makin' no cheese
Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account oded

Up until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million million Lord Lord
Up until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million million Lord Lord

Now I'm on some shit again
Leave a nigga stranded like Gilligan, hundreds I'm considerin'
Lex it for a million, catch it nigga I'm killin' 'em
They spot but I ain't feelin' 'em, my jacket off appearin' them

Some a say it's numerary, parntnas in for sipperin'
Juvenile is different, look at what I did to them
Niggas wearin' Reeboks instead of Nikes and Timbalands
Bitch niggas I be tippin' 'em, my mac 9 it be flippin' 'em

Some of these niggas is tryin' ta run G
So I be gippin' 'em, they would do the same to me
Niggas ain't no family, shit is all a game to me
But nobody gone handle me, 400 degreez

Tottin' guns runnin' with me, no wonder we need
Mo money one could receive, nigga wanna deal with this Christ
I'ma put it open in his life, never should I fuck with me right
Why you keep duckin' me shy? I'ma knock ya head off

Nigga tryin' ta get to ya fuck tryin' ta play it off
You made the beef nigga so why is you scared?
If you mind yo fuckin' business then yo life would be spared
I can't see it, nigga try ta make me out a bitch I can't be it

I had a muthafuckin' problem with niggas like freed me
You probably can save y'all self but you can't save y'all neighbors
And now I got cha spinnin' on round like a baseball playa
Put on this the table I'ma hit 'em a nine

Foolish niggas I had ta tame ta keep these niggas in line
Look 'cuz I don't like dreamin' about makin' no cheese
Wanna see my muthafuckin' bank account oded

Up until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million, million Lord
Up until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Plottin' on a way that we can make a million
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children
Children, children, children, Lord

Ask them niggas 'bout me, bet them bitches know me
Magnolia head buster out that wild TC, I'ma young nigga
Look at what ya done nigga, you done made me mad
Now I'm goin' get my gun nigga, betta watcha tongue nigga
'Cuz I'm gettin' dumb nigga, killed one nigga

Represent where I'm from nigga, see thangs don'tcha never do
Fuck with a man his change or his Mamma
You do that you won't drama, fuck with a big tyma, fo sho you gone see
I'm outcha which one of you boys want me, I'ma keep it real with ya
Ya say you the man, I know I'm the man and I'm ready ta deal withcha

I'm prepared for the toe taggin'
Keep my Reeboks strapped tight with my gibauds saggin'
Now, I done rocked a couple of G's and done flipped that two times
I know I'm in a problem and they gonna pursuit mine
I got bills ta pay I can't be playin' with you jokers

These youngsters somethin' else now ya 'bout ta get promoka
You can't understand how a nigga my age
Can hit the streets psyched up bustin' with the twelve gage
But I don't like ta dream about makin' no cheese
In the future wanna see my fuckin' pockets oded

Up until then I'ma be thuggin' behind a project buildin'
Smokin' that fire be with the ghetto children, Lord

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10% Dis - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: 10% Dis
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Kirk Robinson, Lana Moorer, Milk Dee, Dj Gizmo, Mc Lyte, Nathaniel V Robinson Jr.

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Lyric:
Hot damn, hot damn, hot damn, hot damn
Hot damn, hot damn hoe, here we go again
Suckers steal a beat, when you know they can?t win
You stole the beat, are you havin' fun?
Now, me and the Aud?s gonna show you how it?s done

You are what I label as a, nerver plucker
You?re pluckin' my nerves, you MC sucka
I thought I oughta tell you, better yet warn
That I am like a stop, and my word is Bond

Like James, killin' everybody in sight
The code?s three-six, the name is Lyte
After this jam, I really don?t give a damn
'Cause I?ma run and tell your whole damn clan, that you?re a

Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker
(Hit me why don?tcha, hit me why don?tcha?)

Milk?s bodyguard, is my bodyguard too
You wanna get hurt, well this is what you do
You put your left foot up, and then your right foot next
Follow instructions, don?t lose the context
Thirty days a month your mood is rude
We know the cause of your bloody attitude

Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker

Your style is smooth, even for a cheatin' mic
You shoulda won applause as a Rakim sound-alike
Here?s a milkbone, a sign of recognition
Don?t turn away, I think you should listen close
Don?t boast, you said you wasn?t braggin'
You fuckin' liar, you?re chasin' a chuckwagon

The only way you learn you have to be taught
That if a beat is not for sale, then it can?t be bought
When you leave the mic, you claim it?s smokin'
Unlike Rakim, you are a joke
And I think you oughta stop, before you gets in too deep
'Cause with a sister like Lyte, yo, I don?t sleep

Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker

When I?m in a jam, with my homegirl Jill
My cousin Trey across the room with a posse to kill
So I step in the middle, shake it just a little
Wait for some female to step up and pop junk
Give my cousin a cue, treat the girl like a punk

Now I?m not tryin' to say that I?m into static
But yo, if you cause it, yup, we gotta have it
'Cause I ain?t goin out like a sucker no way
So I sit around the way for you to make my day

We can go for the hands, better yet for the words
'Cause you?ll be ignored, and at the same time, I?ll be heard
Throughout the city, the town and the country
The beat is funky, my rhyme is spunky

There is no delayin in the rhyme I?m sayin'
Neither are the flaws of what my DJ is playin'
So sit back Jack, and listen to this it?s 10% dis
'Cause I?m just about ready to fly this fist, against your lips

But I?ll wait for the day or night that you approach
And I?ma serve then burn ya like a piece of, toast
Pop you in the microwave to watch your head bubble
Your skin just crumble, a battle?s no trouble

Get my homegirls Dohni and Kiki to get stupid
This thing called hip-hop, Lyte is rulin' it
I hate to laugh in your face, but you?re funny
Your beat, your rhymin', your timin', all crummy

On the topic of rappin', I should write a pamphlet, better yet a booklet
Your rap is weak homegirl and it?s definitely crooked
Others write your rhymes, while I write my own
I don?t create a character, when I?m on the microphone

I am myself, no games to be played
No script to be written, no scene to be made
I am the director, as far as you are concerned
You don?t believe me, then you?ll have to learn

This ain?t as hard as MC Lyte can get
And matter of fact, you ain?t seen nothin' yet
So never let me step into a party hardy
Talk to some people and then hear from somebody

You wanna battle? ?Cause you know where I am
You don?t wanna come in the 90?s and see me at a jam
When a, mic is handy, ten feet away
I stretch my arm like elastic, head like a magnet

Set assure, you know I don?t play
When it comes down to it, the nitty gritty
For a sucker like you I feel a whole lot of pity

Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker
Beat biter, dope style taker
Tell you to your face, you ain?t nuttin' but a faker

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Tha Beehive - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Tha Beehive
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Ray Evans, Kimberly Jones, Estate Of Christopher Wa

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Lyric:
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy

Ms. White, that bitch with a thousand looks
Come through with a thousand crooks
I just know what it takes to get this money like Blow
Catch a body, get a face lift, disappear like Pablo

Y'all niggas think I won't jump in the heap
Well, let's dance, you lames are finished
I serve all y'all cowards like a game of tennis
Act like you want some of this and I'll give you the business

You see the yellow and black, you know what it's about
Wrinkled assed niggas gets ironed, to straighten you out
I got thugs in the east, thugs in the south
That'll stick with the AIDS needle and piss in your mouth

I kept 'em on a leash and now it's time to let 'em out
Better pray to Jehovah, the game is over
Don't ever, ever, ever, ever underestimate
Lil' Kim the poster girl at 718

Ride outta town with my nigga, holdin' his weight
After it's cooked, chopped in eights the size of plates
You bitches ain't been through shit, you just minors
What you know about stuffin' half a bricks in your vagina

It's the dick licker, it's the baby sipper
Ain't a bitch alive can make a nigga cum quicker
Baby girl's pussy get wetter than a shower cap
Got my mans back like a Jansport napsack

And Queen Bee gon' bring you nothin' but heat
Homicide is lookin' for me for killin' these beats
You in the wrong department, this the upper class section
You hoes is startin' to irritate me like a yeast infection

Good heavens, somebody get the Monostat 7
And hit me why don'tcha, hit me why don'tcha
The boss lady, I hold it down for my babies
Rappers better run and hide 'cause here comes the Beehive

It's your boy, Money Cash, I get love in the streets
Breathin' dro colored Benz's with dutch colored seats
Lay in the crib on Tuesdays, duckin' the sweep
Nigga jump off, then get pumped off your feet

I'm like Rostein, low key and brilliant with numbers
I'm tryna blow sticky in Brazil with the Hummer
If you spittin' and I'm grippin' this tech
Then that's 32 shots, our throwback's like Mitchell and Ness

Man, I'm a project nigga, still piss on the steps
And keep the brim on my fitted a little twist to the left
I play the block, fifth in my sweats, reppin' my set
It's Rossie from the pharmacy, get it correct
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Yo, it's Bunky S to the A, and my guns ain't warm
Beatin' niggas close to death with my house slippers on
You ain't a thug cocksucka, you a coward to front
Fuck your project, your building got flowers in front

Every chick I roll with, OZ in the cunt
I was OT in Mass, pushin' flower for months
Sprinklin' gun powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt
I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out

'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
Forget a hotel, I'm fuckin' shorty right on the couch
Any rap shit I ever barked on, to hot to handle
And my rims bigger than lower Manhattan manholes

Listen up for 2003 tan rover
Stash box hold guns like Afgan soldiers
Wanna murda 16, well we the niggas you call
Queen Bee and Gotti Kids, muthafuck all y'all
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Uh, yo Vee The Kid, that's the name I earned in the streets
'Cause my bars so hot, it be burnin' the beats
Meltin' my pen, I have slugs meltin' your chin
When I throw you over the bridge, helpin' you swim

You better wear a metal hat when you rappin' on stage
Or have my bullets like [Incomprehensible] packin' your waves
Or snatch your face off like I'm Nicolas Cage
And it could be five of y'all, puttin' eight in your grave

'Cause niggas think they hard, but they softer than bread
When them shells hit your throat, you be coughin' up lead
The next step is to off you, dead
I'ma cut your fuckin' neck off and have Kim auction your head
(Beehive)

See the kid don't rap for love, I rap for cheques
Even if I know you, I demand respect
And if I put you in the body bag, your man is next
The Advakid and Queen Bee gon' leave the game in a mess
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

It's young Goldie, the Advakid, put you to rest
I ride around with two 38's tucked in my sweats
A pump in trunk and a nine under the seat
Enough ammo to blow the earth from under your feet
(Beehive)

And we got cake for killas like Hyde and Jeckyl
Snippers put red dots on your face like freckles
Don't make me have to reach for the lead
You'll think the bullets was rain drops how they all hit your head

I'm that slim kid that they say is probably hot
She only with me 'cause of what she think I probably got
Am I gon' be with her for long, probably not
Unless you're cute and suck a dick like a lollipop

Niggas talk about guns and they just bust caps
Niggas talk about ki's whey they just flip packs
When it come to my money, suggest you gimmie that
'Cause you know bullets fly in pairs like Petey Pab
(Beehive)

Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch
(Beehive)
Fuckin' with the Teflon bitch from the Stuy
(Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out)
(The Beehive)

Now putcha hands around your mouth and holler out
The Beehive

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Sunshine - Lyrics - Project English - Juvenile

Title: Sunshine
Album: Project English
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
Whoa, ohh, oh, ohh come down now rude bwoy
Little Weezy Wez, try and take over as the rude bwoy now

I got a gold two thousand Jag, and customized Cadillac
(I got some shit with 17's on the front and 20's on the back)
My mom in a mansion and my dad in a truck
(Player my sister in a 2001 tinted and rimmed up)

I take care of my baby mommas like we still together
(When my brother get out of jail, man I'ma buy him whatever)
Credit in my yellow gold in exchange for white
(Y'all saw me at the Source Awards, wasn't that shit like tight?)

Cartier frames with wood grain on the ear
(V S O P Hennessy, so save y'all fuckin' beers)
A diehard nigga, a 3rd Ward nigga
(7th Ward hardhead ready for war nigga)

A Cash Money clown, tattooed and scarred nigga
(I ain't bitchin' up for nar' one of y'all funky ass niggaz)
Princess cuts, baguettes and marquises what that say?
(Bad motherfuckin' baguettes in Chinese)

Sunshine, in the middle of the night
Sunshine, with baguettes so bright
Sunshine, every place that I be
Sunshine, all of ya bwoys know me

Sunshine, in the middle of the night
Sunshine, with baguettes so bright
Sunshine, every place that I be
Sunshine, all of ya bwoys know me

We be holdin' the cristal high so you can see
The princess cutted Presidential Roley
Sho' Lil', won'tcha scratch the Rover, with the block TV
(You lyin')
Six in the headrest, all got new TV's

Well look the other hand, holdin' a blunt real high
So you can see the Wonder Woman bracelet sunshine
2000, Navigation on 19 inches
My mom in the 6 I ain't out ya penny pincher

God Bless Wayne, when I set foot on the scene
I make you take a triple take, at the bling, the bling bling
(What?)
Iced out sparklin' millionaire on the flo'
Hittin' these hoes with shit they never seen befo'

Now when you see my neck, you could just say, ooh
That Hot Boy from Cash Money's a fool
In our platinum Benzes with the cat eyes
(Eyes)
Flat screens in my crib with the flat I's
(I's)

Sunshine, in the middle of the night
Sunshine, with baguettes so bright
Sunshine, every place that I be
Sunshine, all of ya bwoys know me

Hold up, there go Wayne, everybody be quiet
Oh, my God he's drivin' from the passenger's side
Million dollar conversation when I talk I'm shinin'
Nigga I puh, puh spit out diamonds

I change the grill on my truck so I don't blend with niggaz
A young cat like me with Bill Clinton figures
I'ma expensive nigga, drive Bentleys nigga
Got it dropped on twenty inches nigga

Best type got navigation system nigga
VCR, PlayStation, televisions nigga
You know stuntin' is a habit, chrome on the Navi
TV's in that rear headrest to entertain the traffic

They call me the hot man, got the block on lock man
All my cars chopped man, all my trucks drop man
Trunk full of knock man, wrist full of rocks man
Pants full of glocks man, sunshine spot man

Sunshine, in the middle of the night
Sunshine, with baguettes so bright
Sunshine, every place that I be
Sunshine, all of ya bwoys know me

Now you can catch me sunshinin' on the lake on Sunday
What's happenin' Fresh?
Don't fight, Sunny Delight it's beautiful
Where, nigga, where you, where you be sun shinin' at?

Yeah, I be sunshin' up in my, new Cadillac truck
Or my new 2000 Jaguar, ya know me
My lil' nigga Weezy went and got Baby on his right arm

And Suga Slim on his left arm, whatchu think about that Jesus?
(That's wonderful)
(That's lovely)
That's true
What, we gon' let, lovely take it out with his
R&B album 'bout to come out, he don't give a fuck about a bitch

Sunshine is a sport man
Lil' Turk sittin' there spookin' somebody

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