Z - Pretty Girls - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Pretty Girls
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): R Kelly, S Carter

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Lyric:
Uhh, y'all know what this is
Now would be a good time to start bobbin' your heads
Kels and it, and it, uhh

Excuse me miss, don't mean to interrupt
But you're the hottest chick in this club
The way you shake your ass to this beat
It's like your booty got dancin' feet
I wanna take you home, in my hummer jeep
All over me while you ridin' the beep beep
I just really wanna taste your ice cream
It's the weekend baby I got the [Incomprehensible]

Go on girl, the way you do me
This is somethin' like a fantasy
You're that girl from the magazine
BET or MTV
So baby let me take you to my ecstasy
Pull up to the club on them 23's
Girl you've got that shit in your hip
That make me wanna spend, money

Pretty girls, where you at?
I'm talkin' to the ones, that came alone
Pretty girls put your hands up
The single ones, we wanna take you home, c'mon
Pretty girls you make me wanna shout let's go

Whether you tall like Lisa Leslie
Or short like the barrel on that baby 380
Pretty lady, I got a ride to fit yo' frame
From the Coupe to the big Mercedes
It's Christmas Day, babe
These groundhogs stay with the cash
And the black card don't got no max

Fall, back, blow on some Marrakesh hash
With more Manolos than Sarah Jess had
How you gon' go back to dudes with little stacks
Little kiddie chromes in they itty bitty homes?
Fuckin' up your lungs, puffin' that homegrown
You should be with us, cuttin' in Hong Kong
Straight shots of Patron or Dom Perignon
Guys your girls say Shawn very long
So if you ain't afraid of catchin' a love Jones
Get with Coach Dean Smith, bitch get in the zone, c'mon

Pretty girls, where you at?
I'm talkin' to the ones, that came alone
Pretty girls put your hands up
The single ones, we wanna take you home, c'mon
Pretty girls you make me wanna shout let's go

Tell me what you're drinkin' at the bar ma
I'm gonna buy ma, anybody tell you, you is a star ma
You remind me of my car ma, no ignition
I start the coupe up from the kitchen
My pretty girls get plenty attention
When it comes to sex get plenty of inches
We shop, like we all broke detention
Club like we at a alcoholic's convention
Hit the 'tel with two chicks and she with it
Mama got down like the flo' when she did it
Pretty girls, keep shakin' ass now mama
This party is not over

Pretty girls, where you at?
I'm talkin' to the ones, that came alone
Pretty girls put your hands up
The single ones, we wanna take you home, c'mon
Pretty girls you make me wanna shout let's go

What's your name, what city you represent ma?
Where the hands on all the pretty girls ma?
For the players and the hustlers in the club now
And all my niggaz that be sippin' pimp juice now

Pretty girls
I'm talkin' to the ones, that came alone
Pretty girls
The single ones, we wanna take you home
Pretty girls let's go

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Z - Shorty - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - Shorty
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Jean Claude Olivier, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making 'em beats
Be making 'em hits, ya know
So I told her my name, my name is Tone
She said, "Town!"
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said, "Okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me

Track master"
We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby
C'mon shorty

That nigga Hov, holla
Y'all niggas don't understand
Uh uh, they don't understand
Flow for 'em, no lemme sing for 'em
Just sing for 'em, check It

Mr. Kell
It's like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad 'coz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo chick

Some of y'all niggas mad 'coz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some R & B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and made me rich
And for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my uhh

Leadin' honies to my suite like I'm the pied piper
Have they ass hittin' high notes like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like, "Woo" and I be like, "Woo"

When her tides got high, fuck it, I'ma Don
Runnin' late for the studio, fuck it, I'm 'bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's
Said, "I wouldn't mention, Sisqo, fuck, he's a bum"

Ally boom, buaya, hit you with the right hook
You be like, "What the fuck was that?"
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demo's

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is

Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to L.A.

This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mill'
In three hours ma the streets will be ours
Shorty, I got something for you
Wouldn't give a chick a dime before but now I wanna spoil you

Shorty, the trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
How 'bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, ya hella rad, your my rock star shorty
Here's my number shit, you ain't gotta call me

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

I'm chillin' in my 4.6, at the light
5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night
And plus I'm high but it ain't over
Four slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover

Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
All you R & B so called playas, I'm 'bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her

It's the best of both worlds, stickin' ya in the uhh
Put ya hands up like it's money in the air
We 'bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade

To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the knizel's

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
Shorty

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Z - Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix) - Lyrics - The Blueprint - Jay

Title: Z - Girls, Girls, Girls (Remix)
Album: The Blueprint
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Tom Brock, R. Payne, B. Bailey, Shawn Carter, C. Fleming, Robert Relf, G. Belton, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
I'm not a one girl's guy
(Real talk for ya, peep game)
Ain't they know it, when it comes to love, I don't lie
(We don't lie man)

And the girls respect me for it
(You gotta respect that)
Ain't gonna say my nose can't be open
(I may never say never)
Right now, it's just too many fine ladies
Out there to choose one from
(Too many ladies)

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Who you lovin', who you wanna be huggin'
Who you wit, who you wanna be fuckin'?
Got this smarty art chick to whom I pose this question
I read a couple books to add to her soul's progression

To put this in laymen's term, I gave her some knowledge
She gave me, brains in return, she had to drop out of college
Knowin' she does this homework, I give her in house tutoring
In and out I'm movin' through her student body union and

She call me professor, say, "Daddy, come and test her"
So she could fail on purpose and repeat the semester
I'm like, at this rate, ma, you never graduate
She said, "I ain't no fool, I make it up in summer school"

I love girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Now, let the people sing, I'm tryin' girls out
(Just tryin' girls out)
Just tryin' girls out
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

Who you lovin', who you wanna be fuckin'?
Who said, "What, why you trippin', girl, why's you fussin'?"
Got this model, slash actress slash part time waitress
Spend a whole day, she hangin' 'round with part time haters
All they do is diss dirt and put a up on my latest

Itinerary but since I tend to vary see
I tend to carry more rumors than ten Mariah Careys
Tend to hurries in ten places at once
Plus, she can't front just peep how I run mines

Ma, our time together is our time together
And our time apart is our time apart
So love Jay with your mind, girl and not your heart
And someday I slow down but for now, I get around

Like the late Makiavelli or Perelli twenty inches
Or caine and O-dog, stick up tape from menace
You tell 'em chicks if they must know my business

I'm tryin' girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin' girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I'm lookin' for, Southern girl that cook like Patti LaBelle
Big ghetto booty, scarf over doobie
Chanell under the Louie, Gucci over booty
Vicki covered titties, attitude of the city

Pretty, witty, girly, whirly
One who likes to party but come home early
Light kinda dark, short sorta tall
Slim, kinda thick I swear I love 'em all
She can cook the coke and got hook up on the license

But she can get you first class seats for coach prices
Isn't this great? My flight leaves at eight
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds

I'm tryin' girls out, just tryin' girls out
Put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I get off tour

I'm tryin' girls, girls, girls, girls, girls, I do adore
Yo, put your number on this paper
'Cuz I would love to date ya
Holla at ya when I come off tour

I'm not a one girl's guy and they know it
When it comes to love, I don't lie
and the girls respect me for it
Ain't gonna say my nose, can't be over

But right now it's just too many fine ladies
Out there to choose one from
I'm tryin' girls out, waiting patiently
Just tryin' girls out, until I find the one for me

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Z - We Got Em Goin' - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - We Got Em Goin'
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Robert Kelly

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Lyric:
Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
Kels in the building, Kels in the building
Hov's in the building, Hov's in the building
Kels in the building, Kels in the building

I'm in the building tonight, it's goin' down, my nigga
Got a pocket full of cash and some 'dro, my nigga
Attitude like I don't give a fuck, my nigga
Probably the drunkest fool on the flo', my nigga

One of the best that ever did this here, every year
It's the number one R&B singer this year
But y'all know, still mo' money, mo' problems
Mo' niggaz, mo' chicks, mo' clubs, Mo' bottles

One little note in your ear and I gotcha
Ladies call me the black Frank Sinatra
Yeah, a real pimp floss and the pimp be blingin'
It's just the same reason why a young pimp be leanin'

Hard liquor, couple sips, and I'm passin' it
Maybach so big you can dance in it
Jigga lil' nigga fuckin' with the baddest chicks
Got your girl lookin' at you like the maddest chick

We goin', we got everybody up in the club, hands high
Goin', we got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Goin', we got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Goin', we got 'em goin', we got 'em goin'

Yo, yeah it's the boy Hov', yeah, I blow O's
Circles around competition, not an Optimo
To sit low, in a six-0-0
Solo, on lo-lo's, fuck po'-po's

Take a photo, last time you see a nigga so cold
So below zero, so froze
So so rappers are so sore, hate his soul
It ain't my fault I'm so rock 'n' roll, I'm just Hov'

We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Goin', we got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Goin', we got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Goin', we got 'em goin', we got 'em goin'

Geah, it's the kid from the Stuy and I stay high
In my A O L A blowin' lah lah lah
Goodbye, I see you chumps on top
Or on the highway in somethin' that ends with I

Like I, 745, I or the F E double R the A R I
AR-15 to spray y'all guys
You die, goodbye

We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Goin', we got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Goin', we got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Goin', we got 'em goin', we got 'em goin'

From New York to Chi, we flow like hydro
Blow out live shows without pyro
See how I combined the I O flow
Tone'll rep, Memph Bleek, Kels and Hov'

Bottles, models, follow to the hotter
Way we play like it's no day tomorrow
Spendin' my dough like I just hit the lotto
Bounce, park and stop shall not wake I'm straight safe

We got everybody up in the club, hands high
Goin', we got players, ballers, hustlers and they back
Goin', we got all of the pretty girls left in the city
Goin', we got 'em goin', we got 'em goin', y'all

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Z - Honey - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - Honey
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Maurice Ernest Gibb, Jean Claude Olivier, Shawn Carter, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

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Lyric:
Uh, its the boy Jay-Z, and the boy R. Kel
The best of both worlds, please believe it
Brookland, Chi-Town, to all the beautiful ladies in the world
Dedicated to TT my niece, everybody in the world, talk to 'em Kel
That's right, Tone this is mean and vicious man, so mean and vicious
Rockland, Roc-a-Fella, the best of both worlds, come on

Lord forgive me I'm ballin' out of control
Got the spirit of a hustler pouring out of my soul
Mami I love you but ain't no stopping my stroll
If you wanna be down with me you gotta rooolll
Like a roll and if my side of the bed gets cold
You gotta know that I'm out chasin' doooough
I'm ain't stunting these hoes
Stunting my growth if I fuck 'em I'm fleeing them
I need something to hold
Then I'm home to you
I might roam like a cellular phone
But I never leave you alone I
Solemnly swear, I was married to the block before I met you
It's still a part of me there but I
Solemnly swear, I try but it's in my blood
Pumping yay since I was yay high
I'm in love with the life
So except me for the bastard that I am
You're still in love with me right?

Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
'Cause the game keeps calling me

Baby girl had me off my grind, off my clock
I would often find I was off my block
Couldn't keep her off my mind, my balls were shot
They never thought that a pause or stop
Was in my pores to push rock raw
Take a lost rebound like Bo Outlaw, I'm so outlaw
Got a hunger for this game, but keep that on the low
Like a one against the grain
Got the sun against my brain
A girl in my ear
I like her for her
I'm a dig into this shit, I like it like I like her
Sometimes I can't figure it out
I'm in love with the life but she's sticking it out
She know wanna hug kisses keep a nigga in the house
Lock down while his niggas is out (out)

Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
'Cause the game keeps calling me

Baby I can't figure it out
Said you pussy tastes like honey
But I can't stop huggin' the block
All night tryna get this money
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Two main squeezes in separate cities
Both found out man, shit ain't pretty
Stuck between these two worlds
What I'm gonna do with both these girls
Hard to choose between her and these streets
'Cause the game keeps calling me

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Z - Return - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Return
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): A Muhammad-Jones, D Davis, K Fareed, Robert Kelly, M Taylor, Alexander Mosley, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, W Irvine, R Walters

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Lyric:
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
An' I'm about to bring y'all some history
We got the Best of Both Worlds
An' I got the Get Fresh Crew, Doug Fresh
One, two, three, come on

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all but none of y'all is Doug E. as me
An' the boy, Kelly with the suicide doors, fuck 'em all

We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys

I ain't a lame on them Dana Dane's
We give you nightmares, when the year change, we change
Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank
We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings

Meetin' Michelle at the hotel
While Jay an' Tone on the way to the after party
Got the ladies sayin', ?Oh?
Best of Both Worlds an' we rock the club, youknowhatimsayin?
Boy HO, Kells, we not playin'
Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win

An' win again, like deja vu
Then we win again, like M.J. do
Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue
Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

Well once upon a time, they left the glove an' the star, kid
He swore he was the man but he was nothin' but garbage
Let me re-phrase that, bubblin' with pride
Did have skills but he was ugly inside

Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the nonsense
Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience
Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash
Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class

Even let a gay Jew man tack his Jheri
Then got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy
Swindlin', forgot the God above him
Finally fan base trinklin' down to nothin'

No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter an' evil, didn't learn from his mistake
The moral of the story is 'Don't be a pair of knickers
Be good, boys an' girls an' you can be as great as Rick is'

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
The remixes, the remix yo, track masters, c?mon

My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue
It took half the pay an' now my life is filled with rainy days
But I stashed some dough, how much you'll ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells an? Jay-Z

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The Return - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: The Return
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): A Muhammad-Jones, D Davis, K Fareed, Robert Kelly, M Taylor, Alexander Mosley, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, W Irvine, R Walters

Lyric:
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
An' I'm about to bring y'all some history
We got the Best of Both Worlds
An' I got the Get Fresh Crew, Doug Fresh
One, two, three, come on

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all but none of y'all is Doug E. as me
An' the boy, Kelly with the suicide doors, fuck 'em all

We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys

I ain't a lame on them Dana Dane's
We give you nightmares, when the year change, we change
Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank
We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings

Meetin' Michelle at the hotel
While Jay an' Tone on the way to the after party
Got the ladies sayin', ?Oh?
Best of Both Worlds an' we rock the club, youknowhatimsayin?
Boy HO, Kells, we not playin'
Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win

An' win again, like deja vu
Then we win again, like M.J. do
Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue
Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

Well once upon a time, they left the glove an' the star, kid
He swore he was the man but he was nothin' but garbage
Let me re-phrase that, bubblin' with pride
Did have skills but he was ugly inside

Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the nonsense
Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience
Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash
Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class

Even let a gay Jew man tack his Jheri
Then got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy
Swindlin', forgot the God above him
Finally fan base trinklin' down to nothin'

No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter an' evil, didn't learn from his mistake
The moral of the story is 'Don't be a pair of knickers
Be good, boys an' girls an' you can be as great as Rick is'

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
The remixes, the remix yo, track masters, c?mon

My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue
It took half the pay an' now my life is filled with rainy days
But I stashed some dough, how much you'll ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells an? Jay-Z

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The Return (Remix) - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: The Return (Remix)
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): A Muhammad-Jones, D Davis, K Fareed, Robert Kelly, M Taylor, Alexander Mosley, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, W Irvine, R Walters

Lyric:
Yo, this Tone the referee, knawhatimean?
An' I'm about to bring y'all some history
We got the Best of Both Worlds
An' I got the Get Fresh Crew, Doug Fresh
One, two, three, come on

Mirror, mirror on the wall
Whose is the freshest of them all?
I love 'em all but none of y'all is Doug E. as me
An' the boy, Kelly with the suicide doors, fuck 'em all

We got hits like a thirty shot clip
When we throw it in the air, everybody hit the floor
Holla at your boy, boys
When we boys, so we bringin' out them toys

I ain't a lame on them Dana Dane's
We give you nightmares, when the year change, we change
Nigga, we right here, we can go bank for bank
We can go clip for clip, nigga, chain for chain
We can go bitch for bitch, got a pretty young thing
That I keep by my hip, like my celly that rings

Meetin' Michelle at the hotel
While Jay an' Tone on the way to the after party
Got the ladies sayin', ?Oh?
Best of Both Worlds an' we rock the club, youknowhatimsayin?
Boy HO, Kells, we not playin'
Losers lose, so when we does what we do, we win

An' win again, like deja vu
Then we win again, like M.J. do
Three-peat, then we retreat to waters that's blue
Young Scrappy, that's what grown man do, let's move

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

Well once upon a time, they left the glove an' the star, kid
He swore he was the man but he was nothin' but garbage
Let me re-phrase that, bubblin' with pride
Did have skills but he was ugly inside

Instead of uplift folks, sittin' on the nonsense
Hurtin' people feelings like he didn't have a conscience
Like 'I love you', when he's hittin' that stash
Then degraded, the shorty, like he didn't have class

Even let a gay Jew man tack his Jheri
Then got the nerve to call the next cat a fairy
Swindlin', forgot the God above him
Finally fan base trinklin' down to nothin'

No concern for his estate, though, was yearnin' for a break
Bitter an' evil, didn't learn from his mistake
The moral of the story is 'Don't be a pair of knickers
Be good, boys an' girls an' you can be as great as Rick is'

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
It's the return of Best of Both Worlds

In this arena, arena
All we wanna see is them hands up, hands up
This is for them hustlin' boys an' girls
The remixes, the remix yo, track masters, c?mon

My baby momma's robe, my rent is overdue
It took half the pay an' now my life is filled with rainy days
But I stashed some dough, how much you'll ever know
It's Doug Fresh, Slick Rick, Kells an? Jay-Z

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Black Devil Car - Lyrics - Dynamite - Jamiroquai

Title: Black Devil Car
Album: Dynamite
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Matt Johnson, Rob Harris

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Lyric:
I've got a lot of juice
I need to put to use
Let's bring this highway down

I'm going from Z to G
When it should be A to B
Nose so low it just scrapes the ground

Can't you see me over taking?
All the while I'm salivating
Won't you let me
Push a little thrust up you?

She loves riding around
In my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

Talking to all those pretty girls
That I meet around the world
Her name was Gina
You should have seen her

She had the greenest eyes
And with those endless thighs
I've put my hands through
Some misdemeanors

Can't you see me, I'm not choosy?
You drive a black machine
And I think you're groovy
Won't you let me
Take a little ride with you?

She loves riding around
In my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine

Ooh, riding around
In my black devil car
You know I can't hear a sound
In my black devil car, yeah

Babe, you know
You got such a tight machine
Now let me drive your dream
Until your tank is dry

I'm shooting from the hip
Not running out of clips
Flames of love and licking high

You know she'll always be running free
A hot freewheeling honey bee
Won't you let me
Push a little thrust up you?
That's what I wanna do

Riding around in my black devil car
I can't hear a sound
Because her foot's pushing down too hard

And white angels cry
For her black devil heart
She wants me to stop
She should never let me start
She should never let me start

Strapped down, wrapped around
Breaking up the speed limits
Red lights, crazy nights
Hope she's coming back with it

Super charged devil queen
Stepping in my love machine
Twisted my metal
On the highway of desire

She's easy rindin' super flyin'
'95, it's still green
High heels, shiny wheels
Looking for a tight squeeze

Rocket fuel and jet juice
Now she's getting real loose
Can't stop, black heart
She should never let me start

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine

She's just a love machine
She's just a love machine
She's just a

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Be This Way - Lyrics - The Pretty Toney Album - Ghostface Killah

Title: Be This Way
Album: The Pretty Toney Album
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): D. Coles, M. Dollison, D. Lamb

Lyric:
Aiyo aiyo, what up, yo?
What up, y'all? This that Pretty Toney shit
Aiyo, I know there's a lot of hoods and shit out there
A lot of niggas done got bodied
A lot of niggas done got robbed and shit

You know what I mean? We love a lot of things in the hood
But time goes on and if we don't change a lot of shit
Shit always gonna be this way and that's a muthafucka fact
True gangsta shit, y'all, yo, yo, yo

When y'all turn my mic up in here, bareback shit
Know what I mean? Tired of y'all muthafuckas and shit
One two, fuck around and clob on one of y'all muthafuckas
Yo Spidey, put that reverb shit, on
Come on, "Can you feel it? Can you feel it?", yeah
"Can you feel it?", let's go, fuck it

Live from Staten Island, where the gangstas kill
Only place on the map that got the 30 dollar bill
And we front like we got millions
Our specialty is how we willie, niggas
That's how Buck brought the building
And the police is pussy, they protect and serve

They connect, with baseheads then they frisk our birds
Smack DVD's, blowin' herb, I'm in the room
Bonin' these two white bitches, Ice baggin' up work
That's how we get down, fuck Vegas
The black Carlo Gambino, rockin' the wallo's

Blow his diamonds in Z-No's, spicey, verses is jalapeno
Best to leave, when I'm in the big Escalade, I'm sittin' on Dino
Tone Stark, a poet's art, kiss the girls
And bake them pies, clean up, some are old darts
This that real live don' shit, you heard

Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way

Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays
Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away
It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say
But what we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way"
It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God"

With big carrots and static, with that leaves the bad habits
Drugs layin' in buildings with great big automatics
Anonimos' in the hood, it's a fact, we could do magic
Splatter faggots in lobbies, the heat burn off his eyelashes
Don't try to pass this, back up or you'll receive something

Real tragic, them hollows'll race through your jacket
Semi gangstas with weak tactics
Forensic scientists called in to display graphics
For square inch to his back winds
They brain is spleen, it's left all over a fiend's mattress

Bastard, we cock and squeeze after we leave our ratchets
We keep the hood cryin' for massive havoc
No Trix we take from silly rabbits
Yo feed them lead carrots

The little mans'll connect and they touch that fabric
The only thing that can stop 'em is that tephlon phat shit
Maybe artillery's heavy like a bunch of fat chicks
Brr baow! Ain't no comin' back, bitch!

Yo, they lick forty rounds, today
Okay, plus the shit is mad hot around the way
Niggas don't give a fuck on any time or day
Or if he dyin' today, or could he find a way

Blow niggas over 'turt, bitches, dimes and trays
Blow a nigga a jewel and watch him slide away
It's like that in the hood, he in the grimy say
But what we try'na say is gonna, "Be this way"
It don't have to, it don't have to, "My God"

Ways, be this way
Ways, be this way
Ways, be this way

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Little Bonnie - Lyrics - A Blessing And A Curse - Drive By Truckers

Title: Little Bonnie
Album: A Blessing And A Curse
Artist: Drive By Truckers
Composer(s): John Michael Cooley, Patterson David Hood, Michael Jason Isbell, Bradley Scott Morgan, Shonna Lee Tucker

Lyric:
On the day that she was buried
Her daddy stood out by the cemetery fence
Prayed to God for forgiveness
For surely all of this is punishment for my sins

They put her in the family garden
Said you could hear his heart breaking miles away
All the men pitched in and bought a marble angel
To mark the piece of land where little Bonnie lay

My grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
So her mama could sleep a bit and do the chores and such
She'd read her stories about little girls and magic powers
That would never let a pretty angel hurt

Her mama's always been a beauty
She's still beautiful to this very day
But they say Bonnie's crystal eyes put the stars to shame
Maybe heaven needed Bonnie's face

My grandma said she would keep her in the mornings
A swollen angel who never would complain
She'd read her stories about little girls and princesses
Whose daddy's don't feel punished for what heaven takes away

Little Bonnie never married
Little Bonnie never even made it four
But I grew up in her presence
Even though she was gone before I'z born
Even though she was gone before I'z born

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I Really Like It - Lyrics - Harlem World

Title: I Really Like It
Artist: Harlem World
Composer(s): William Randall De Barge, Pierre Jones, Larry Curtis Johnson, Michael Edwin Johnson, Etterlene Jordan, Mason Betha, Stason S Betha, Eldra P De Barge

Lyric:
You make me feel, it's the real thing girl
Talk about it, talk about it, what you want, huh?
One two, one two, Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
One two, one two, hah, hah, hah
One two, one two, yeah yeah yo, yo, yo

Yo, nowadays girls be out for the money and things
But to me it's all sweet when I'm runnin' my game
I give 'em nothing but game till it's stuck in their brain
So once it's stuck in they brain, yeah my funnin' began

I'm in the want-ad, lookin' for a special woman
That's gonna gimme what I need anytime I want it
I take a cruise to Aruba, I'll bring you wit me
Then let you float out on the beach with the string o' yo' 'G'

I need a pretty momma, silly momma, diddy poppa
Like that go to Great Adventure in they mini-chopper
That get her own chips, push her own six
And make me do my sits when I finish my dips

I like it, I like it, I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it, I really really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

Yo, real chicks do real things
Like find a man wit' a deal that still wanna sling
Always speak my mind whenever I feel things
Probably got no wings but I'mma still swing

And my real chicks feel what I mean
Am I right? Am I tight? Do this chick bring it to the light?
Is my body so right? I could even attract a dyke
Uh Baby Stase, uh Baby Stase

While you was lovin' John Doe, I copped a condo
While you was layin' backs down, I was layin' tracks down
I see it for a fact now, it's intact now
It's no need to beef, it's my turn to eat

Bring the drama to a cease, cars I don't lease
I push a Green Z-3, watch a screen TV, what?
I'ma forever rise, rings be tetra-size
Girls be petrified, it's a heavy meza-ride

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

Yo, you better do what I say yo get this through your head-o
Long time comin', but waitin' for my date-o
My man Blake-o, leave the scene hardly awake-o
If he could take three shots, he could take four

I'm on the low though but wit a lot of dough though
And I hate a smart chick givin' me a dodo
That gimme mo' pleasin' and mo' reason
Just to lay up in Cali in the Four Season

Wit' a chick half Black, half Indonesian
Appalachian, I know this sound be unbelievin'
Switch the rim's on the Benz every four seasons
Open up a new account just to through G's in

Got Blink chick follow me for no reason
And my girl stick around if she know I'm cheatin', what?
Harlem World, Harlem World, the clique
Harlem World, the clique, come on now

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

I like it, I like it, I really, really like it
You want it and you know it
But you play hard to get boy

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Lollipop - Lyrics - 10 - Ll Cool J

Title: Lollipop
Album: 10
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, Z Bey

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Lyric:
Uhh, yeah, mmm, c'mon
You know how long I've been waitin' for this
Mmm, you know how bad I want this
(Mmm, mmm, mmm)

Kiss me from head to toe
(I will)
Ooh baby I love you so
(C'mon)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop
(Lollipop)

Kiss me from, head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(I know)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Lolli lolli pop pop, boppin' down the block block
I've been lovin' you since junior high, ma you got
Everything I need, everything I want
You're the type of dime a real playa wanna flaunt

Lovin' them lips and the shape of them hips
When I see you in that whack brother's whip, I flip
I hate your boyfriend, that cat is corny
I kick it to you and I dare that clown to run up on me

When nights are stormy
I be thinkin' about your pretty smile, gritty style
But Duke got you locked down like Riker's Isle
I wanna break your man off, I can't control it, I'm a hater
Especially, when your perfume lingers inside the elevator

You're the one, the only one
That I would beg, to give me some
Playerism's for life, eternal flossin', proceed with caution
Baby toss him, divorce him, let the boss in

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop
(Lolli lolli pop pop)

Kiss me from head to toe
(Toe, toe)
Ooh baby I love you so
(I know)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
(Yeah)
I'm gon' be your lollipop

So ballalistic, mystic, twisted
In my dreams I kissed it, never missed it, I frisked it
Searched it, worked it, lollipopped it and jerked it
You followed, swallowed, scratch my back, baby burped it

Red passion, high fashion
Nobody got to know I'm smashin', I'm sayin' it shorty
Rock, Miss Thang, playin' a childish games
Standin' on the corner knowin damn well I wanna blaze

Sweet get to it anywhere you like
On the rooftop at midnight
The project stairs, I'll be there
Runnin' my fingers through your hair

Anyway, the untouchable, magnetic
Kissable loveable huggable energetic, call a medic
Your man'll regret it, when I hit it I'm athletic
Energize your thighs you'll recognize the size, it's epidemic

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(Uh, yeah yeah)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Kiss me from head to toe
(Yeah, ha ha)
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
(She's crazy)
I'm gon' be your lollipop

When y'all alone in the Brooklyn Brownstone
Starin' at the high ceilin', what a feelin'
Clothes peelin', finally you're double dealin'
I'm walkin', he's wheelin', it's unreal when

You got the dime of your fantasies
My lollipop ecstasy's on top of me
Just like I thought, it's a small world after all
I don't care if your neighbors hear us down the hall

Make 'em jealous, what they gon' tell us?
If you don't tell your girls baby, I won't tell the fellas
Unless you complain, I orchestrated icebergisms
Visions of my lollipop's thick risen, for my wisdom

Plop plop fizz fizzdom, what I give them
Make yea baby, right there my new anthem
I love you baby, take it deep, deep, deep
Deep, deep, deep, now go to sleep

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(I know)
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
(How would it?)
I'm gon' be your lollipop
(Lollipop)

Kiss me from, head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
(Yeah)
My sweet love, ain't gon' stop
(Here we go)
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

Kiss me from head to toe
Ooh baby I love you so
My sweet love ain't gon' stop
I'm gon' be your lollipop

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Z - Big Chips - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Big Chips
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Steven Williams, Robert Kelly, Samuel J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Jean Claude Oliver

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Lyric:
Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, big trips to Vegas nigga
Big cribs and the whips is spacious
Any day they could dig your grave
Shit, so Big is my inspiration, dig

No reward that's the risk is taken
In which case you niggaz
Wouldn't wanna switch places
I on the other hand relish the situation
Thank the Lord for the gift, I'm gracious

I went overboard, look at this big bracelet
I overhauled it you wouldn't recognize it
From the time that I bought it I just replaced it

I risk cases for shit like this
Nigga I pray for some shit like this
Word to my Uncle Ray
Who gave us life for some shit like this
Ma you rollin' I'm as real as it gets

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I can't take this
The way you move your ass slow like Matrix
You make me wanna toss chips in Vegas
Before I toss chips first, get naked

I can't fake it, girl you got the club shut down when you freak it
Superstar honey, so mean and vicious
Got a lot and comin', I'm so mean and vicious
Bark, bark farmer, this chicken layin' platinum ex-farmer

So go low mama, give it a go
As I punch 170 on stretch roads, must turn up the radio
Girl you so good I'm swervin' like whoa! whoa
Uh oh, uh uh oh, from the club to the stretch
Out the stretch to the hotel, into the hotel suite

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin'

Big chips, I'm a boss I said
Tilt my hat and I cross my legs
Like old ladies at the park, I toss my bread
And the pigeons start flockin', ballin' like Bishop Locklin'

And stick Cochran on any DA, to try to stop him
So any gunplay that is an option
I been doin' this since niggaz was woppin'
Rockin Izods with the matchin' socks, and
Slap boxin' in the back park and when the girls start watchin'
Try to get real, you had to drop 'em

See I ain't never been a fronter
Or fake it till I make it tight nigga ma I don't want ya number
Either you're comin' or I one ya
Either you know what you want ma, I don't even want ya
You play pretty if you wanna

Big chips, we off in Vegas drinkin' and partyin'
We got chicks in swimsuits modelin'
We in the twin stretch Maybachs dippin' low
The way the wrist shine it's so magical

You know them boys got the clubs out of control
Nigga fuck what ya heard it's Kells and Hov
With the second comin' of Best Of Both
In the first week I predict a million sold, we talkin' big chips

All around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go you wanna go
Say we goin' around the world, stop where the sun sets
Spendin' big chips you wanna go, do you wanna go?

Uh, come on, Tone, I see ya
Jigga, Kells, uh, yeah, Track Masters
What's really good, we in the islands chillin'
In the shade and shit you know

Blue waters, yellow sand, uh either I'm high or
I think I just saw a dolphin
What you drinkin' Jay?
Me, myself I'm drinkin' on this lemonade, make me some
I don't know what the shit it is
But you got me real nice right now
Taylor play this track now, good night

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Z - December 4th - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - December 4th
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Walter Jerome Boyd, Elijah A. Powell Jr., Shawn C. Carter, X J Smith

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Lyric:
Shawn Carter was born December 4th
Weighing in at 10 pounds 8 ounces, he was the last of my 4 children
The only one who didn't give me any pain when I gave birth to him
And that's how I knew that he was a special child

"Hi baby, what's wrong?
You look like, you've lost your best friend
Tell me, is it something that I've done again?
You look like, you've lost your best friend tell me"

They say, "They never really miss you till you dead or you gone"
So on that note I'm leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way, hold on

I was conceived by Gloria Carter and Adaness Revees
Who made love under the siccamore tree which makes me
A more sicker emcee than my momma would claim
At 10 pounds when I was born I didn't give her no pain

Although through the years I gave her her fair share
I gave her her first real scare I made it from birth and I got here
She knows my purpose wasn't purpose I ain't perfect I care
But I feel worthless 'cause my shirts wasn't matchin' my gear

Now I'm just scratchin' the surface 'cause what's buried under there
Was a kid torn apart once his pop disappeared
I went to school got good grades could behave when I wanted
But I had demons deep inside that would raise when confronted, hold on

Shawn was a very shy child growing up
He was into sports and a funny story is
At 4 he taught his self how to ride a bike
A two wheeler at that isn't that special?
But, I noticed a change in him when me and my husband broke up

Now all the teachers couldn't reach me
And my momma couldn't beat me
Hard enough to match the pain of my pop not seeing me, so
With that distain in my membrane

Got on my pimp game
Fuck the world my defense came
Then Dahaven introduced me to the game
Spanish Jose introduced me to cane, I'm a hustler now

My gear is in and I'm in the in crowd
And all the wavy light skinned girls is lovin' me now
My self esteem went through the roof man I got my swag
Got a vocal from this girl when her man got bagged

Plus I hit my momma with cash from a show that I had
Supposedly knowin' nobody paid Jaz wack ass
I'm getting ahead of myself, by the way, I could rap
That came second to me movin' this crack

Gimme a second I swear
I will say about my rap career
Till 96 came niggas I'm here
Good-bye

Shawn use to be in the kitchen
Beating on the table and rapping
And um, until the wee hours of the morning
And then I bought him a boom box
And his sisters and brothers said that he would drive them nuts
But that was my way to keep him close to me and out of trouble

Good-bye to the game all the spoils, the adrenaline rush
Your blood boils you in a spot knowing cops could rush
And you in a drop your so easy to touch no two days are alike
Except the first and fifteenth pretty much

And trust is a word you seldom hear from us
Hustlers we don't sleep we rest one eye up
And a drought can define a man, when the well dries up
You learn to work the water without workin', of thirst you'll die yup

And niggas get tied up for product
And little brothers ring fingers get cut up
To show mothers they really got 'em
And this was the stress I live with till I decided

To try this rap shit for a livin', I pray I'm forgiven
For every bad decision I made every sister I played
'Cause I'm still paranoid to this day
And it's nobody fault I made the decisions I made
This is the life I chose or rather the life that chose me

If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

Now if you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black
If you can't respect that your whole perspective is wack
Maybe you'll love me when I fade to black

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