Holla Back
Shorty you've got to be bout 17
Sporting your daddy truck on 23s
You are the finest girl I've ever seen
And I wanna be in your world
I gotta be I gotta be
Can you spend a little time with me
Can we kick a little fantasy
Can you tell me
You with this game I'm playin baby
Baby girl if you're feelin me (Holla)
If you really likin what you see (Holla)
It makes no difference to be where you at
When I holla baby holla back (wont you wont you)
Holla
Girl I'm thinkin you should be with me (Holla)
If you think i got a chance to breathe (Holla)
It makes no difference to be where you at
When I holla baby holla back
Your body up about to cause a scene
Youngest girl
song performed by by Mario from Mario
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Young 'n (Holla Back)
[Fabolous talking before first verse]
Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh
Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea
Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh
[Verse 1]
Rollin, gold two seater
Stash in the dash
Hole through heaters
Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters
Ghetto Fab stroll through Cheetahs
Ballin, Brooklyn don
Addicted to Cris' hooked on Dom
15 G's hookers on
Ma, I wanna see how you look in thongs
Hustlin, guys that send Po's
Cause I chop rocks the size of mentos
Blame me, trials aquit those
Look at the hurt your eyes will squit close
Pimpin' here's a new way to flirt
Listen to the two way alert
It goes (2 way beeps in song's beat)
Lets go VIP boo raise your skirt
[Chorus 1]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 2]
I'm Gangsta
Ya'll just wannabe's
Federal Agents on their P's
30 grand 28 on the keys
Gotta good lawyer I'm gonna squeeze
Thuggin' jeans and Tim's
Fitted to the front lean the brim
Ride but never on teenage rims
And I keep a chick's face between limbs
Stylin ya'll heard about my kick game
I'm on the parkway see me at the Knick game
Probably seen this tatted on your chick frame
F-A-B-O-L-O-U-S
Ridin Ya'll know as well I do
That's the way you can tell I flew
So I got a deal I sell pies too
Cause before I hit the pens I'm gettin bailed by Clue
[Chorus 2]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
[Verse 3]
Cruisin top on the Mercedes low
Turn us up when you hear this on the radio
Blastin with the nineteen eighty flow
Make the necks on the ladies go (wooo wooop)
Holla that's what a pretty thug will do
Hit Branson get a fifty jug or two
Ya'll throwin on them gritty mugs for who
Like ya'll don't know what fifty slugs will do
Hatin I just bought the uz'
I put ya'll in the front page articles
I got em lookin at the billboard charts confused
And I still freestyle to start the Clue's
Reppin I'm that kid about the doe
I done copped coke and started droughts before
Shit Platinum out the door
Now I drop the top down just to shout to hoes
[Chorus 3]
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back Young'n (Hoooo Hoooo!)
Holla back back back back...(Hoooo Hoooo! until music fades)
song performed by by Fabolous
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Connecticut Basketball
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Sweating to seek the lead!
Time out delays...
A strategy to stage.
Let them make two...
Catch the rebound and follow through.
Make sure we come back to make three.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Fast break...
Dribble and reap.
Swoosh,
Through the hoop.
Speed and pace keeps the heat,
Of b-ball.
A full court press and no foul calls.
UConn's got the steam to play.
Season after season...
It's number one,
They choose to stay.
Husky ball.
Holla.
Dropping through the net.
Connecticut basketball,
At its best.
'Woof-woof...
Holla!
Woof-woof,
Holla! '
Dedicated:
To the young men and women,
balancing academic studies AND
playing championship collegiate basketball.
Representing both the state and people of Connecticut.
University of Connecticut
Storrs, Connecticut-Main Campus
'So very proud of you and your efforts!
~LSP~
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Holla At Me
Verse 1
All night we been catchin' eyes
Between the two of us
And ya been bumpin' into me
I really think I must
Oh learn ya name
I wanna conversate
But you're not sayin' a damn thang
I think I like ya style ya frame
Don't be afraid I'm not vain
I feel ya eyes from across the room
They're hiding in disguise
So I look and I crack a smile
Start feelin' butterflies
Oh I'm kinda shy but I wink my eye
'Cause you're so fly you're a cutie pie
You keep lookin' and ya walkin' by
But you still haven't stepped to me
Chorus
Come and holla at me now
You don't need to be afraid of me
Why don't you come and talk to me
Right now
I wanna meet ya before I leave
Step to me
Come and holla at me now
Sumthin' tellin me ya feelin' me
I know that you been watchin' me
Right now
I wanna meet ya before I leave
Step to me
Come and holla at me now
(2x)
Verse 2
Looking out the corner of my eyes
I see you follow mine
I get up and I fix my hair
Start walkin' to ya side
Oh and I lick my lips
And my shirt I fix
I really wanna be up in ya mix
You need to come and step to this
Or this opportunity we'll miss
Then ya homeboy grabs my hand
I'm wishing it was you (wishing it was you)
I told him that I had a man
Just twistin' up the truth
But before I leave
You I wanna see
And if you don't come and talk to me
Ya see this guy right next to me
All night he has been buying me drinks
Chorus (2x)
Bridge
The dance floor is crunk now baby
And I'm tired of standing here by myself
And you know I'm not feeling nobody else
I been around and seen the crowd
And you the only brotha that is sittin' down
'Cause you're the one that's holding out
So wanchu come and holla at me
Chorus (2X)
song performed by by Isyss from The way we do
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I'll Be Your Player [Remix]
Yeah Committee remix you can't beat us (who you is fool?)
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that)
Being that I'm... (x4)
Real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars
A real woman scholar
If a players what you want lil' momma holla
Yeah I'ma holla through you looking good
So Trick what you wanna do
I asked my girls if all the player talk was true
They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move
Now can I be your lover
Don't bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends
Unless you planning on me staying yeah
I get my freak on, plus my back strong
No more sad songs for long girl your daddy's home
I'll be your player
I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right
(If a players what you want lil' momma holla)
So Trick you a player Boo
I like your game if you want I'm available
I'll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh
I'll get you hot when my lips touch your spot
I'll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop
You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit'?)
Trick Daddy Dollars
I turn you on when I touch your chest
And you turn me on when you kiss my neck
Nothing less than deep penetration
Anticipation, lets make it happen, I'm sick of waiting
Daddy, you know you possess the key
So where you want it
Right here on the side of me
I'll be your player
(chorus)
I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right
(they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)
I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night
(If a player's what you want lil' momma holla
See I suduce you wit' your legs up
First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on
Then I continue when you draw straw
Make your heart be stoning til' you climb the wall
You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet
It's my treat so baby girl ?
Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm serving, I'll slap you up a serving
Half the thugs wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter
Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam
I'll be your player
Chorus until fade
song performed by by Trick Daddy
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I'll Be Your Player [Remix]
Yeah Committee remix you can't beat us (who you is fool?)
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars (like that)
Being that I'm... (x4)
Real I feel you need a man in your life child
Somebody black baldheaded plus buckwild
They call me Trick Daddy Dollars
A real woman scholar
If a players what you want lil' momma holla
Yeah I'ma holla through you looking good
So Trick what you wanna do
I asked my girls if all the player talk was true
They told me yeah girl, hurry up and make your move
Now can I be your lover
Don't bother asking your friends about my Benz and ends
Unless you planning on me staying yeah
I get my freak on, plus my back strong
No more sad songs for long girl your daddy's home
I'll be your player
I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right
(If a players what you want lil' momma holla)
So Trick you a player Boo
I like your game if you want I'm available
I'll get you sprung off the way I use my tounge ohhhh
I'll get you hot when my lips touch your spot
I'll lick you like a lollipop, damn I can hardly stop
You make me scream, yell, holla (who you wit'?)
Trick Daddy Dollars
I turn you on when I touch your chest
And you turn me on when you kiss my neck
Nothing less than deep penetration
Anticipation, lets make it happen, I'm sick of waiting
Daddy, you know you possess the key
So where you want it
Right here on the side of me
I'll be your player
(chorus)
I need a player
Someone who's gonna treat me right
(they call me Trick Daddy Dollars)
I need a player, to hold me tight all through the night
(If a player's what you want lil' momma holla
See I suduce you wit' your legs up
First we bone and get it on, all night long, on and on
Then I continue when you draw straw
Make your heart be stoning til' you climb the wall
You taste so sweet, from your head to your feet
It's my treat so baby girl ?
Call me Freaky Deaky cause I want to be your servant
And while I'm serving, I'll slap you up a serving
Half the thugs wouldn't do the things I do
I'm on my knees so please just let me taste you
Hell, my minds in the gutter, I mean your butter
Pink eggs and ham, and you taste just like spam
I'll be your player
Chorus until fade
song performed by by Trick Daddy
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Problemz
[Young Chris]
We here to make sure these
Niggas take heat and remember
That we bout it, bout our business
Like P and da limit
Got some bout it, bout it
bi***es that fiend for the
Niggas use to flee me for
Them niggas now C all up in
It hit it when i want to
No matter how u treat
How much you flee'em
You can get it when you want to
You dont have to eat'em
Jus d***'em down right
Never speak on
Never play us
You dont like
Get a flagrant for that f***
You hatin for that dude jus
Playin his part she datin boy
Down at them clubs
She jus had to go
Young gunnas from State
P had to show
Should of seen
The people shakin and movin
And movin and grovin
But gunna was coolin
Long as i had my tool in
Girlies was choosin
Everybody else actin foolish
Over there actin stupid
Come over here and we shootin
[Hook:]
If you at the bar buyin drinks
Holla (whoop whoop)
V.I.P full of stinly stink say
(whoop whoop)
If you creepin with his wife
Holla (whoop whoop)
Like, like
Lets do it
If there's 23s on da whill
Holla(whoop whoop)
Young Gunnas bangin thourgh
Your speakers say (whoop whoop)
If you cheatin on your man
Holla (whoop whoop)
[Young Neef]
Dont tell'em notnin
These niggas aint bout nothin
They look here
With them fake stares
We gon get the cuttin
You know theres frontin girlies
All up in da place
Plus they probly mad bi***es all in our
Face 4-5th on da hip
And da buddas to 8
These niggas wanna trip
Then we give these
Niggas a taste
Dont shoot at cars
And wont shoot from f
song performed by by Young Gunz
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Interlude (feat. Cedric The Entertainer)
[Cedric the Entertainer]:
Goin good, hold up. Get off me real quick I'm
tryin to holla at my dog real fast.
Hey, hey Nelly what's up dog, this Ced the
Entertainer boy. I'm at a wild little party,
dog. Ay get back at me I'm tryin to holla at
you about the album now I'm a talk to all of
ya'll. Big Leaugue, Kyuan, Little T, City Spud,
my homies. What's up ya'll, you need to get at
me I need to be on this album playa. I'm tryin
to blow up with ya. S.T.L. Ya'll get back at
me aight? Just call me.
song performed by by Nelly
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Hey Little Lady (Interlude)
(lil Fizz)
walkin down the street with a soda can
in ma hand
hope you realise and understand
that i'm lil fizz and
i'm so so so
(laughter)
raz-b
yo fizz you see them girls over there?
lil fizz
man they slick
omarion
i wanna holla at that one
j boog
watchu waitin on
omarion
so im sayin' should i go holla
j boog
is u scared dawg
omarion
alright lemmie go lemmie go
hey little lady wats yo name
song performed by by B2K from B2K
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R B Thug
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the playas club
Checkin at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Wont you be my lady?
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
(talk to me)
All I need is my cd, bag of weed and some cristie (yeah)
Then Im gonna stroke you up and down
Messin with your head
And when you leave up out my room
Youll be walkin bow leg
I can keep your body comin like a cta
Youre dealin with a true baller baby
Givin you the keys to my mercedes
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Youre gonna trip, gonna trip
Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
Im gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now feel a knot down in my pants
While you breakin me off with a lap dance
Said its getting me high, its got me feelin hazy
Im goin around your body like a worldwide tour
Ill make yu say toot toot, beep beep
Pull up to my bumper baby
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now if youre horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
And if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Now if youre horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
Ladies if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What?
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Just an r&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Randb Thing
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Uhh uhh uhh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm mmm mmm
In the playas club
Checkin at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Wont you be my lady
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
Talk to me
All I need is my cd bag of weed and some cristie yeah
Then Im gonna stroke you up and down
Messin with your head
And when you leave up out my room
Youll be walkin bow leg
I can keep your body comin like a cta
Youre dealin with a true baller baby
Givin you the keys to my mercedes
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
What what what what what
Come and get some of this
R and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Youre gonna trip gonna trip
Gonna trip gonna trip gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
Im gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See see see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
What what what what what
Come and get some of this
R and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now feel a knot down in my pants
While you breakin me off with a lap dance
Said its getting me high its got me feelin hazy
Im goin around your body like a worldwide tour
Ill make yu say toot toot beep beep
Pull up to my bumper baby
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
What what what what what
Come and get some of this
R and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now if youre horny say
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
And if you want it say
Uhh uhh uhh
Say yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
What
Yeah yeah yeah
Huh
Mmm mmm mmm
Now if youre horny say
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
Ladies if you want it say
Uhh uhh uhh
Say yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
What
Yeah yeah yeah
What
Mmm mmm mmm
Just an r and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Leaving
If you were me, what would you do
Always a lie and never the truth
Now as for me, Im movin on
Youll always be, my baby
Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe youll make it back around
Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Cant see me changin for awhile
Hope I could make it back around
Anything that I want I can get it, boy
You know you turn me on and on
Thats why I switch my frame my mind
Of bein' there when you call; always on time
Im lookin to spread my wings and party
Everything and for everybody
Need my space, no time alone
Its like our hearts dont match no more
Still anything that you want, you can get it, boy
You know I still got love for you
(In court i plead the 5th my baby)
(Chorus)
Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe youll make it back around
Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Cant see me changin for a while
Hope I could make it back around
When you was cheatin me you probably thinkin
I won't sense a thing,
But love got funny ways of catchin up to lies
Your lies can't look me straight in the eyes
Im not surprised
That you can hurt me, baby
Though why me, baby?
Just let me breathe in i'll fly freely
If you were me, what would you do
Always a lie and never the truth
Now as for me, Im movin on
Youll always be my baby
Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for awhile
Maybe youll make it back around
Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Cant see me changin for awhile
Hope I could make it back around
Yo, yo
Why in the world would you wanna leave me, girl
Is there somethin out there
That you feel is better than what's here at home
And I know a bitch can do bad on her own
Youre not alone the way you hurt me, baby
Shit why me, baby
I feel your pain a little
But I know that love is good
And as long as I let you go
That you feel the need to come back to me, baby
Who else gon' hold you and sex you crazy
R--U--L--E
Come on back and holla at me, baby
Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe youll make it back around
Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Cant see me changin for a while
Hope I could make it back around
Baby, I just gotta let you go for now
Thought I could take it for a while
Maybe youll make it back around
Baby, I just gotta live my life for now
Cant see me changin for a while
Hope I could make it back around
If you were me, what would you do
Always a lie and never the truth
Now as for me, Im movin on
Youll always be, my baby
song performed by by Ashanti
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R&b Thug
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the playa's club
Checkin' at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Won't you be my lady?
Betcha i can make your body talk to me
(talk to me)
All i need is my cd, bag of weed and some cristie (yeah)
Then i'm gonna stroke you up and down
Messin' with your head
And when you leave up out my room
You'll be walkin' bow leg
I can keep your body comin' like a cta
You're dealin with a true baller baby
Givin' you the keys to my mercedes
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
You're gonna trip, gonna trip
Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When i show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
I"m gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now feel a knot down in my pants
While you breakin me off with a lap dance
Said it's getting me high, it's got me feelin' hazy
I'm goin around your body like a worldwide tour
I'll make yu say toot toot, beep beep
Pull up to my bumper baby
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now if you're horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
And if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Now if you're horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
Ladies if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What?
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Just an r&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
song performed by by R. Kelly
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$$$ Girlz (feat. Juelz Santana)
(feat. Juelz Santana)
Rich girl, and youve come to far
Cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old mans money
You can rely on the old mans money
Rich girl, but your going to far
Cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far
[Chris]
Yea you a rich girl, girl
And you livin in that rich girl world
Well bitch im a pimp, baby it's da Roc
I'm da baby from da block
They can hate they cant fade us
Long as the ladies wanna die
If is da ladies holla, who is ya baby fatha?
Don't jump out the pocket
I jump out n pop it
Were back at cha soldier
Matter fact, i told ya
I showed ya u kno if like it
And after that it's over, that's it for him
Bills leave it upon him
If i decide to come, kids leavin them on him
Cheatin all on him visa spendin it on me
And it's cool whenever C come, leavin it on him
Chea, that's what i like about ya
Keepin it young and in order
My number one supporter
Girl that's why i write about ya
Well stick wit him, im broke as you
We'll both be cool long as u a do you'll be labeled as a
Rich girl, and youve come to far
Cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old mans money
You can rely on the old mans money
It's a bitch girl, but youve come to far
Cuz you know no it don't matter anyway
You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far
[Juelz]
Yo i went from bad girl to rich girl
That girl, to this girl
I ain't care if that girl was his girl
That girl would get twirled
Rapped up in a pimp swirl
I was layin my mack down, for shizzerl
I was layin the
song performed by by Young Gunz
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$$$ Girlz (feat. Juelz Santana)
(feat. Juelz Santana)
Rich girl, and youve come to far
Cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old mans money
You can rely on the old mans money
Rich girl, but your going to far
Cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far
[Chris]
Yea you a rich girl, girl
And you livin in that rich girl world
Well bitch im a pimp, baby it's da Roc
I'm da baby from da block
They can hate they cant fade us
Long as the ladies wanna die
If is da ladies holla, who is ya baby fatha?
Don't jump out the pocket
I jump out n pop it
Were back at cha soldier
Matter fact, i told ya
I showed ya u kno if like it
And after that it's over, that's it for him
Bills leave it upon him
If i decide to come, kids leavin them on him
Cheatin all on him visa spendin it on me
And it's cool whenever C come, leavin it on him
Chea, that's what i like about ya
Keepin it young and in order
My number one supporter
Girl that's why i write about ya
Well stick wit him, im broke as you
We'll both be cool long as u a do you'll be labeled as a
Rich girl, and youve come to far
Cuz you know it don't matter anyway
You can rely on the old mans money
You can rely on the old mans money
It's a bitch girl, but youve come to far
Cuz you know no it don't matter anyway
You can say money but it wont get ya to far, get ya to far
[Juelz]
Yo i went from bad girl to rich girl
That girl, to this girl
I ain't care if that girl was his girl
That girl would get twirled
Rapped up in a pimp swirl
I was layin my mack down, for shizzerl
I was layin the
song performed by by Young Gunz
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My Love
Yo...
Uh...
Cant you see I need to find
My love, my love
Where, where is
My love, my love
See...Ive got to know...ive...
Looked all around the world to find
My love, my love
Where, where is
My love
[chorus]
You can have a life with me
Every wifeys dream
With the priceless things like bling
You can have it all
If I called you my love (my love, my love)
You can have your name on the yacht
All the fame that I got
Drop the range off the lot like free
You can have it all
If I called you my love (my love, my love)
I got the child place (child place)
The hot wheels (hot wheels)
Got the pay, got the record deal (record deal)
I got the streets, I got the crowds
I got my peeps who come to turn the party out
I got my clothes, I got the ends
Got my dukes and bubble odd benze
I got the crib with the seashell pool (seashell pool)
I got the hits, but all I need is you...
[chorus]
I got it all good
The wrist froze
I got the hood
In the video
I got the clubs with the v.i.p.
I got the thugs bouncin, bouncin, bouncin with me
I got the trips, around the world
I got the 6 for the diamond, girl
I got the fendi and the prada
Holla holla if you know
You wanna hook up, hook up cmon
Cause girl I know (I know)
That you (that you)
Might already have the finer things that ballers do
But baby still
Still I hope (I hope)
You choose (I hope you choose)
To be with someone on your level
To give you what you want
But if you dont...
[(chorus) repeat 2x]
My love...
My love...
My love...
My loooove...
My love...
My loooooooove...
My loooooove...
My looooooooove...
My love...
song performed by by Next
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Sad Girl
I seen her at a stoplight on Alverano
Was sittin in a pearl white Eldorado
In a gangsta lean she was revvin' the throttle
Got a sticker on the bumper say she like techano
She looked like Selena
The truth couldn't be plainer
She like a gangster boogie
Her mommy calls her cookie
My friends call her a sad girl
'coz her man went away
and he ain't never comin' back
So cry a another tattoo sea
Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on
I seen her at the market she was pushin' a stroller
Smokin' on a cigarette, drinkin' a soda
Laughin' at a joke that somebody just told her
Got her baby's name tattooed on the back of her shoulder
She looked like an angel
She talked like the devil
She looked like a stranger
She lived like a rebel
My friends call her a sad girl
'coz her man went away
and he ain't never comin' back
So cry a another tattoo sea
Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on
Face that girl we can take this slow
Baby what you looken for? Let me know.
You say you want a man that can give you some dough
You say buy my baby shoes and maybe buy him a coat
and buy my baby food to put down his throat
I won't play you like a hoe, it ain't like that yo
Let me holla at you later, we can go to the show
I aint tryna rock the boat I'm tryna keep you afloat
I seen her at the post office mailin' a letter
She couldn't send no money but she made him a sweater
She's talkin' on the pay phone and somethin' upset her
I really wanna hold her but I only just met her
But I could tell she'd been crying
She said she felt like dyin'
She never been so alone, no
She gotta make it on her own now
She's a sad girl 'coz her man went away and he ain't never comin' back
Sad girl livin' on the east side of the city
Proud woman boy, she don't want none of your pity
Sad girl got no one to rely on
Proud woman don't need your shoulder to cry on
Sad girl
sad girl
sad girl
sad girl
sad girl
sad girl
sad girl
song performed by by Everlast
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Swing Your Love 2 Me
1st verse:
Hey baby boy, ya get down with a girl
That dont appreciate you
What you waiting for
Theres someone standing here
Thatll treat you like a real man
She dont care about you
Cant you understand
You need to take my hand
Holla back
Playa let me know
If you feel the need
Wont you come get with me
She dont have to know
We can creep
And keep it on the low
Or you can
Make me your woman
Boy what you waiting for
Show that girl the door
Chorus:
Swing your love to me
Swing your love to me
When in need (wont you)
Swing your love to me
Swing your love to me
Swing your love to me
Feel the need (wont you)
Swing your love to me
2nd verse:
Hey mistah dont hesitate
To swing your love in my way
This wake up call is opportunity
To correct a mistake now
And if you need instruction
Boy Ill show you how --oh--
You need a woman
Who can treat a man
Like he must be treated
From all your memories
Home girl must be deleted now
She dont love you boy
And shes never around
(chorus)
Bridge:
She aint got nothing on me
It dont take much to see
That she cant handle you
She cant move you
She cant groove you
She cant do you like I do you
Rub your body
With my fingers
You got to
Swing your love to me
(break)(chorus)(vamp)(out)
song performed by by One Voice
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Good Ol Ghetto
Yeah let me holla at you real quick
Imma bring yal back to the good ol good ol days
Ya feel me?
Some of that...
Good ol, good ol, good old ghetto, good ol
Good ol, good ol ghetto
Good ol, good ol ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Good ol...heh
I told my man Im having a barbecue
So grab some folks and wont you slide right through
He brought this shorty that I used to know
It brought me back to when I was in school
She said usher where have you been?
We used to kick it every now and then
Remember when I used to call your phone
Tell you come on cause my mothers gone
How about them times I had to throw
A rock at your window
To let you know to come downstairs
And open the door
And after that baby it was on fasure
Honey got my head spinnin around for real
Cause Im thinking bout how good you used to feel
And I got a girl now and I dont get down like this, huh
But I must admit Im tempted and startin to reminisce, cause
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Now shes asking me to take her
On a tour of my house so we can catch up
For all the time lost since I blew up
And became the man that drops his pants
And every girl around the world is dying to love
Break the beat down
Let me tell you what Im talking about
If youre not carefull itll turn you out
Its that way she used to go
When you want it nice and slow
Even though you cant
The memory will make you want some mo
She used to understand me
Touch me, hold me, taught me how to be a man
She used to kiss me all them things she used to show me
Damn I wish that I could do it again
Honey got my head spinnin around for real
Cause Im thinking bout how good you used to feel
But I got a girl now and yo shes right upstairs
But I must admit Im tempted and startin to not care, cause...
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Never had somebody thats as bad
Somebody with a whole lot of body
Thatll choose, make you wanna leave the one you with
Cause you know how good it is
Not a prissy, lil missy baby, talk that slang
I used to love how she kissed me when she popped that thang
She was a friend of the fam
Hot without the glam, not
When I be trippin
She didnt really give a damn, stop
Its what I need to do
Cause I know whats this is leading to
If I keep on thinkin bout that back
Imma be right back in it cause yo
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
Ay yo, ay yo, ay yo
Aint nothing like some good ol ghetto
song performed by by Usher
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Take Em As They Come
Last night I dreamed he was runnin through the avalanche
Tears streamed your pretty face all burned red
Once your dead its done and not much remains
Down the highway another stranger comes
You gotta take em baby when they come
Little girl put on your red dress
Cause were goin out on the town tonight
And when I hold this switchblade
Lets be sure some fools gonna want to fight
You gotta take em baby as they come
You gotta take em
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em baby as they come
God save the rider in the black night
Save the man who taught that it was right
To do what they have dreamt of
So we come what we have become
You gotta take em baby when they come
Little girl gone are birthdays
Faded away into the clear blue night
And all the promises we made
Lie shattered and broken in the morning light
You gotta take em baby when they come
You gotta take em
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em baby as they come
I know your heart is breakin
I can feel it too girl
Though my finger on the trigger is shakin
Theres just one thing you could do girl
Theres winners and losers
All the same from the other side
But we could choose here girl
We could try, couldnt we hon
To take em baby when they come
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em baby as they come
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em as they come girl
Take em baby as they come
Take em baby as they come
Take em baby as they come
Take em baby as they come
Take em baby as they come
song performed by by Bruce Springsteen
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Slam Harder
Who'da thought we'd need ya? (Who'da thought we'd need ya?)
Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?)
Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot
Welcome back.. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo we back in the e-say
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that
But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
So
song performed by by Onyx
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