Feel It
Artist: charli baltimore f/ teddy riley
1 - can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
[teddy riley]
Its makin me hot, its makin me hot
Its makin me hot, yo, yo
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
Can you feel it?
[teddy riley]
Its makin me hot, its makin me hot
Its makin me hot, yo, yo
[charlie]
Uh uh uh
Wanna test my waters? step in
Hot, no question, what? interested?
Chick blessed in drop
No less than sick flows
Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit it
Cats know I deliver blows, kill hits
Kill the light switch, Im barkin in my cb
Tight chick with charts in mind
Hearts in my actress
Better address me with status
Ms. and misses, yall whos and whats
Came in viscious
Everything I touch, yall wanna get it
Cats wanna hit it, hide when I spit it
What yall do? did it. wanna get it?
Wanna get rich, imma show you money
Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money
Why you wanna hate me, I dont know you money
Yall cats got late fees, I dont owe you money
Yall quick to wild out and just blow your money
Should it stash high, burnin flashlight
Girls need to know if youre stuck for money
Cats get sheisty, I might duck for money
Let em know, you aint gettin buck for money
And tall slick, I bank ten and front for money, what
Repeat 1
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Feel me come through hard so yall hear me
Turn back? never, rap vendetta
Each letter clever for that cheddar
Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater
Dont speak to heather
Only fly lady certified indy, the rest gotta pay me
Chuck get shady, cats try to play me
Waggin mercedes benz for the lady
Me that, so he that, where the keys at?
Ride through, slide through for feedback
Like damn, she ballin, damn she that chick
Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits
Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin
Damn, mad jewels, damn she be spillin
Trust, we gon all ball love ya
Pop bubbly, imma make yall love me, uh
Repeat 1
Yo, yo
Just warmin up, chilled the whole song
Yall feel it yet? killed the whole song
Haters game raw, aint nothin pretty
Bank head strong so checkbook pretty
Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes
Counterfeit fiftys, crooked seams
Now I play scenes
Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers
Stay real stacks backs you faces
Back to basics, flip rhyme basses
Chuck goin lace it, yall gon taste it
Fresh new face, did it mark my spot
Mark my x, park my lex, watch be lex
Face forgets nigga, lay some sex
Flow dough from bitch to hoe, flip the do
Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to bitch, nigga
Repeat 1 until fade
song performed by by Erykah Badu
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Ozone Mama
Written by: r. robinson & c. robinson
Its a trip yall
Git hip to this yall
It will git yall
Gonna hit yall
Never quit yall
Right in the middle of our minds
The bug that bit yall
Make ya itch yall
Inch by inch yall
Til your tall yall
See it all yall
Near and far yall
We wont ever let it drag
This funny feeling got me reeling
Like Im walking on the ceiling
Do it to me now
Chorus:
Ozone mama lay your daddy down
Under the stars right down on the ground
Mother nature got me thinking
bout the love that youve been bringin
Do it to me now
Cmon the ride yall
We provide yall
Its like this yall
Never miss yall
Git up and go yall
Ya never know yall
We be the bottom of your bag
Give a call yall
Anytime yall
Dont be slow yall
Ya gotta know yall
On with the show yall
Bring it all yall
We dont ever have to brag
Well you got this poor boy thinking
Your lovin cup Ive been drinking
Do it to me now
song performed by by Black Crowes
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Nigga Please
[pharrell]
What, uh, cmon, uh, keep the change, my nigga, (its too late)
Its too late for that
Dont gotta to spit that game
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that
Keep the change, my nigga, its too late for that
[jay-z]
Uh, uh, young, neptunes, young chris, roc
Uh, pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug the block, get dollars
Pimp stroll, pop my collar, hug my nuts, bitch holla
[chorus: pharrell]
My nigga, please - you aint signing no checks like these
My nigga, please - you pushing no wheels like these
My nigga, please - you aint holding no tecks like these
My nigga, please - you dont pop in vest like these
[jay-z]
My nigga please, uh-huh, uh,
This my world, pimp stroll
Nigga please, you aint start out from your trunk
Then reach the roof, just to put your roof in your trunk
Nigga please, chumps dont tour like us
You on the road a million hours, I fly over your bus
Nigga please, you aint got your neck all froze
With the same logo that you got sketched on your clothes
Nigga please, you dont be getting no hoes
With la perla on they cheeks, cant be messing with cheap chicks
Nigga please, you seldom seen with chicks in 7 jeans
Manolo blahnik Im going through they body like an ultrasonic
You aint got em blowing no chronic
Divine intervention, you cant prevent me from shining
Nigga please, I been around the world
Damn near beat jordan in around-the-world
Nigga please, you cant even hold my shoes
I got wannabes who wannabe me that sound (nigga) better than you
[chorus + ad libs]
[jay-z]
Uh, pimp strolling on em
Black diamonds, rose goldin on em
Paper foldin on em
Snuck pass the dog noses with the foldgers on em
Keys, saran wrap with petroleum on em
Snitch got pinched but he toned it on em
Lawyers got it adjourned, try {? } on em
Witnesses, its no holdin on em
Just george jefferson strollin on em
Nigga please, this is me, this is real as it be
My videos is like real tv
That chick, thats me, that six, thats me
That boat, I had it on the mediterranean sea
Nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
[young chris]
Yo, yo,
Nigga please, yall aint seeing no checks like these (no)
Yall dont run up in record labels demanding respect like we
Yall dont rock your roc-a-wear nike checks like we
Yall coach class, yall never private jet like we
My nigga please, yall dont smoke the sour diesel like us
You dont go to pop and get ya flour cheaper than us
Knock it off in three hours and repeat it like us
And repeat it we must, yall dont re-up like us
Ay, yall aint being like us, cause yall dont see it like us
The move the ds when they rush
My nigga please, they must be on es and dust
Then niggas fin with pills, yall dont get gs like us
My nigga please, yall youngns aint got o.g.s like me
B. sig, young hov, dame dash, kareem
Nigga please, somebody mustve gassed your team
Think a nigga outrun or outlast gangrene (ganggreen)
My nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
[pharrell]
Amazing man, got your aerosol,
I made my money, but dont trouble the law
I keep the womens around
I got the gremlins crazy
And wanna know the time
Better have me shades, see
My nigga please
[chorus + ad libs]
song performed by by Jay-Z
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Call The Law
Step, step 2 the mic, huh
Not yet
Step, step 2 the mic, huh
Step 2 the mic and taste the hype
Its manifested, this blessed gift, I had 2 bring it right
So let me dive right in
Where do I begin? hmm, well, let me...
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
Call the law (call the dogs), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
(ho, ho, ho, ho!) (alright) {repeat}
(ooh) the law, they come around when everyones having a ball
And by the way, that reminds me of a party yall
North side minnie, twin cities, mid-summer on the scene
And my people get busy fryin up the bird (get the chicken, baby)
Word, whoever heard of a party bein ready without a money makin pot of spaghetti (ha ha ha)
Yeah, what u laughin at?
Im sellin liquor plus some plates at $7 a crack
Huh, and thats profitable
And 4 a sucker like u, thats a mouthful
Hmph, u better call the law cuz we gettin extreme
Pick it up p
Call the law (call the law), were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall) {x4}
(ho, ho, ho, ho!) (alright) {repeat}
Alright
Yeah
(man, I dont know what the hell yall sellin)
(fellas, yo, what u doin now? ) (what u doin tone? )
Boy, I aint turning down nothing, this is my place
U know what Im sayin?
Homeboy
Back 2 the scene, the basements packed
Buddy at the front door breakin backs
Thats security ensuring thee
The best possible time 4 u and me, yeah
The partys jumpin (ho, ho, ho)
Everybodys bumpin 2 rock creek park when (ho, ho, ho)
Bo and his girl got silly (whatd she do? )
Jumped up on my chandelier and got busy, yeah
He had 2 snatch the ho (what? )
We got geo in the background screamin, here we go, here we go!
Yeah, the tempos upbeat
Hollywood swingin at the end of the bar
He began singin, if I didnt care...
Yeah, u better call the law (call the law)
Were gettin busy yall (were gettin busy yall)
(ho, ho, ho, ho, here we go, here we go!) (alright) {repeat}
Yeah, thats alright
Give it 2 me, come on
Yeah, mm hmm, alright
Mmm hmm, yeah
Kick it p (u better call the law)
Im outta here, yeah
Peace
Alright, alright
Call, call the law, alright
song performed by by Prince
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V. I. P.
Rock on, come on, come on
Come on, come on, come on
Chillin at the club
Showing niggas how we ball
Ever since the drought
Its been nothing but the trump
Can you really blame me for getting these gs
Something I dont understand
Why you fools after me, vip
Got the haters after me
Cuz I push these vs
They wanna be like me
If you agree
Then raise the roof with me
In the party place to be
Living vip
Since when did money, oh
Become such a problem
I just wanna live a life
That only involve the numbers, yeah
Can you really blame me for getting these gs
See what I cant understand
Why you fools dont rock with me, vip
I got the haters after me
Because I push these vs
They wanna be like me
If you agree (if you agree)
Then raise the roof with me (raise the roof with me)
In the party place to be (in the party place to be)
Living vip
[tone]
Ha ha, nothing but the
Stretch bentleys with the top thats drop, thats right
Kelly cds with the sound that knocks
Di di di di di di di
When the party rocks
Fingers to the wrist filled with nothin but rocks
I know you haters wanna come to rocklands party
But you cant get in unless you vip
Can you really blame me for getting these gs
See what I cant understand
Why you fools are after me, livin v
So if youre ballin and you know, raise your hands
And if you sexy and you know it, stomp your feet
And if your man aint spendin money on you
Then ladies, you can come and get with me
A little v
[r]
Yo, uh huh, wish I could call up all the haters
I mean, I wish I could make a phone call
To all the haters around the world
You know what Im saying?
This is what Id say
Whats goin on in the world today, huh?
Seems like every nigga got beef cuz they aint got steak
When I aint had no money see, everything was cool
But now that I got a little money and yall wanna act a fool
And none of em vip
Vip, I got the haters after me
Because I push these vs (what? )
They wanna be like me (raise the roof, yall)
If you agree (now lets lock)
And raise the roof with me
(over this heres, just bring it on)
In the party place (uh, rockland)
To be living vip, vip
I got the haters after me
Because I push these vs
They wanna be like me
(wanna be a.....)
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Throw Ya Ls Up
Uhh, hot, fire, hot, uhh
[chorus]
L!!! who bring you the hotness?
L!!! yo, you dont wanna start with
L!!! forever keepin it locked
Its now time to rock with - l!!! - throw your ls up
[ll cool j]
Dont ever underestimate the jack the ripper
Be clear, every time he reappears, its sicker
Listen here, the mind expanded, the vision is slicker
Im long range like a miss-ile, many styles to getcha
Tear ya out the frame so the hood can get the picture
But Id rather break bread, kick knowledge and get some money witcha
Im willin and able, to smooth pounds out like witch hazel
The legend is real, Im not a fable
Captivated the screen, Im queens clark gable
If it aint a joint, bet your label, dont put it on the table
Im out for the moolah, throw better hooks than david tua
Whos the nicest? (l, you are!!)
[chorus] - repeat 2x
[ll cool j]
You dont want it with l, bship catsll get banged out
Put your flow throw a filter boy - shake the old slang out
23s in the building, watch my tongue hang out
Makin mcs scatter like multiple shots rang out
Day one since I came out, they cant put the flame out
My temp seizin, perfect reason to blow the game out
Skatin off in the navi, naw baby you cant have me
But I know cats will pay for that n lace ya - yeah, gladly
Warning, young rappers, you dont want a career?
Yall wanna keep goin platinum, yall dont wanna disappear?
Stop boppin backstage like you causin me fear
Cause you startin to get on my nerves, and thats a problem
The vets in here
[chorus] - repeat 2x
[ll cool j]
Tension on the mic, halftime highlights
L boogie bangin on em, jumpin through the skylight
You stand corrected, Im hot, so get it riddight
Im just spittin, when the middick is gripped, I spit it tiddight
Aight? oh, these various rappers is so hilarious
Who put the mic down but yall aint qualified to carry this
Your, tracks are garbage and bars are miscellaneous
So, throwin your joint at my car was spontaneous
Oh! I cant take it, why, must they fake it
Flows is fully dressed, yours is butt naked
Forever I will be, the one they came to see
Blowin mics in half baby, who else could it be but
[chorus] - repeat 4x
[ll cool j]
Uhh, Im so hot (yeah)
We so hot (yeah)
Uhh, uhh, you so hot (Im so hot)
Uhh, uhh, feel it hot (yeah)
Uhh, uhh, are you hot (you make me hot)
Uhh, uhh, I know Im hot (oooh)
Uhh, uhh, are you hot (yes Im hot)
Uhh, uhh, I know Im hot - feel it! (yeah)
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Intro
Aaliyah....aaliyah
Wake up
Youve just now entered into the next level,
The new world of funk.
As we do it one time.
Creapin through the fog who that yall
A-a-l-i-y-a-h
Creapin through the fog how that yall
A-a-l-i-y-a-h
I got the beats for the streets.
A-a-l-y-a-h
Everything I make is so unique.
A-a-l-i-y-a-h
Say hey if ya down wit me.
Hey, a-a-l-i-y-a-h
Step to me, theres no need.
A-a-l-i-y-a-h
Creapin through the fog who that yall
Damn she be the bomb(say what)
Creapin through the fog who that yall
Damn, damn she be the bomb.
Wake up.
song performed by by Aaliyah
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What Yall Want
Eve:
Ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh, ugh ugh
What yall niggas want, huh?
Ugh, ugh, ugh
Lubia huh? papi screamin out of they mouth
Bomb shell just a second
Mami wanna speak out
What I need in my life
Make ya body freak out
Baby seem like the type
Married niggaz sneak out
Like Im ballin yall
Yes I be appallin yall
Boss type hold it down
Wantin all of yall
Callin yall never chasin me down
Three weeks, heartbroken
Yes you hatin me now
She speaks soft spoken
Till she datin the clown
Im takin em down
Reel em in and makin em drown
Mistake
I said gimme that, but Im takin it now
What I need from a nigga
Negative in his sound
Or dasity even askin me
For ass, I laugh
This bitch is fast and free
Swatin em off
When I see this niggas a flea
Plotin of cost for riches
Millionaire wannabe, uh huh
Chorus: [nokio]
What yall niggas want? [what we want, wha? ]
Cant touch [uh]
All yall niggaz need [what we need in our life? ]
Is right here with me [uh]
Sounds yall wanna hear [who da, who dat? ]
Swizz beats [uh]
Im the one you fear [why? ]
Its my time, feel me
Popular since I started my life
Eve you know my name
Probably the dangerous type
Brick house stallion
Think you taming me right?
Not this baby val philly streets
They raisin her right
Keep it pretty or can make it gritty be a lady!
Need boots pocket books and a baby 380!
But prefer to keep it
Calm and cool
When Im heated I suggest you move
Just avoid a bad situation
What you got to prove?
Leave her be
Chicken squakin hatin frequently
Manic man is obsessed
And stalkin me
If he
Icy enough, Im pricin his stuff
Be nicy enough
To let him spin, Im callin ya bluff
Puttin it down
Ruff ryders puttin they work
Snatched up the illest viscous pittbull in a skirt
Makin em hurt
Haters steady dishin up dirt
Changin the game, settin the rules
Makin it work, uh
Chorus
Leavin em scared
Mami takin all of this here
All of this fame Im hungry
Hope you cats is prepared
Niggas, set me up
And imma take it and run
Think its a game
Just check out how my format is done
Stalkin ya shine
And I do it to perfection
Made a promise everytime I touch the mic
To bless em
Used to tease me how I keep is greezy
Just to test em
Eve handcuff niggas but I dont arrest em
Shorty bang
Hear the niggaz sayin
Shout my name
Make the thugish niggas scream
Watchin me entertain
Dicks brick when I like the lips
Just keepin it plain
Fantasizin about this bitch
Got em goin insaine
Ooohs and ahhhs
57 thick in the thighs
Every thugs dream wife
See the love in they eyes
My time to shine
Whole package make her a dime
Want some more?
It aint over, just keep pressin rewind, uh
Chorus
Nokio:
Uh, 99, like 2000
Ruff ryders
Dru hill
Swizz beats
Eve
Comin for that ass
Uh
song performed by by DMX
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Bad Bitch
[fabolous]
(hahahaha)
Yeah, Im a ghetto superstar nigga
Most niggas trying to get one chick, right?
Im trying to get two
You know, two is always better than one, right?
Yeah..
[verse]
Im trying to kill two birds with one stone
Its 151s prone, that have you and huns stoned
Trying the unknown
Doing things I know yall parents wouldnt con-done
Its you, her and me; eyes too blurred to see
Speech too slurred to g
But you know youngn would love ta
See ya upon each other, feeling on me while tonguen each other
Wow! its a wonderful thing
To have a pretty female under each wing
The cake can probly pollie, both of these bobby darlies
That take off their rockavalis?
My job is narly from getting slobbed on harleys
Getting smoke from the supplier, robbin marley
I hope this aint tooking wrong
But ma now I wanna see how both of yall look in thongs
[chorus]
I got a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
Said a bad bitch on my left side (oww)
Bad bitch on my right side (okay)
I suggest it be best if we get by
[verse]
Im willing to geese em if they feeling a threesome
Im pulling up in the gt before the dealers release them
I aint with the blazay blah
Cause I hold the record for the most menage trois and lama taje (? )
I got a bad chick on my left lap
Bad chick on my right lap
Do as I suggest, I confess
At my request they gon get right
So when you see lipstick on both cheeks
That mean I slip dick in both freaks
They started calling me two time johnny
After repeatedly leaving the club wit two damn mamis
This brother done had em
From close friends, the girls all know each other from adam
Im always this humble boo, hell yes!
Its cool for your girlfriend to come through too
[chorus]
[verse]
At the most itll take an hour together
To get these girls from dancing wit each other
In to taking showers together
They know, its a studio in fab crib
One of yall can rock the mic while the other one ad libs
Boo, my government is personal
But I got enough sets of twins to make doublemint commercials
After trying x, I can only imagine what yall be trying next
The stacks that I be splurging have girls in the back of the excursion
Forgetting bout the fact that they was virgins
I dont care who you bringing wit you
Just let her know that Im poking her while Im fingering you
I love that thing that you do
And I know about the tongue and nipple
But I aint know you had a ring in it too
I can tell when they came, cause they start spelling my name
Like f-a, b-o, l-o, u-s (oww)
[chorus]
song performed by by Fabolous
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Playas Gon Play
[intro]
The hit maker
The playas gon play
Them haters gonna hate
Them callers gonna call
Them ballers gonna ball
(let em know)
I, I dont mind (ha)
What people say or do (nah, nah)
But i, I do mind
What you believe is true
You are the only one
Getting all my love
Cuz what they do (what they do)
Aint nothin new
1 - playas, they gonna play
And haters, they gonna hate
Ballers, they gonna ball
Shot callers, they gonna call
That aint got nothin to do
With me and you
Thats the way it is
Thats the way it is
So-called friends
Dont wanna see me with you
Behind your back
Callin my cell and pager too
No matter what they do
I will stay true
Only to you
Only to you
Repeat 1
I want you to know (I want you to know)
Ill never let you go (Ill never let you go)
We gotta talk about everything you hear
Cuz I know that it aint true
You can trust my love
And I can trust yours too
Our love will be forever, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little women
They gon ball shorty
They gon play shorty
Thats how they do shorty
We comin through shorty
The hit maker shorty
Playas gon play
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Repeat 1
Playas gonna play (uh)
Haters gonna hate (right)
Thats the way it is (yeah)
Thats just how its been (let em know, let em know)
Playas (little women yall)
And haters (9 lives yall)
Playas (the hit maker yall, woo)
And haters
Playas gonna play (oh, oh)
Haters gonna hate (yeah)
Ballers gonna ball (oh, oh)
Callers gonna call
Yeah
song performed by by 3LW
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Money Man
(e. king, j. van zant)
This song goes out to all the money men
He drives around in a fancy car
Smokes those long cuban cigars
He dont know how to play guitar
He cant sing but still the pretty girls think hes a star
We play music got families to feed
Aint good with numbers and he knows we cant read
If we get a dollar you know he gets three
It aint hard to figure out its as simple as can be
Dont ask me ask the money man
These boys are livin in a fantasy land
I just keep em on the road so they can pay the money man
Ill be long gone before they understand
My promises are strong like a road made out of sand
I wanna be your money man
My mortgage is picked up by the band
I wanna be your money man
The boys, oh theyre sleepin out in the van
Dont ask me ask the money man
You boys are livin in fantasy land
You signed the dotted line Im takin all I can
Your moneys lookin good in my retirement plan
Thats just the way it is when your playin in a band
Thats my money man down on his knees
He aint prayin but he damn sure ought to be
Hes at a place where money doesnt grow on trees
And all his prison buddies doin more than shoot the breeze
How does it feel no money man
Not too good
What did you do with my money man
Well I a... well a you know a...
How does it feel to be a honey man
Are you sure that your still a man
Aw your dressed up like a little girl
Just shootin the breeze down on your knees
Money man, oh money man
song performed by by Lynyrd Skynyrd
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Freakin It
Im bout to freak this
Ha ha ha ha
What what what what
Uh big will uh Im bout to freak this
What you want me to freak this
Just peep it while I freak this
Aiight aiight
Im bout to freak this full out the king of the hill
Big will keepin it real knees to the grill
The whole set on lock down making you flock down
To where Im at to hear my rap
I be that cat that set trends
Where yall at
On the corner with your freinds
Heard you screamin about cream in your rap kid
Yo my last check for wild wild west came on a flat bed
Once and for all lets get this straight
How you measure a rapper what make an mc great
Is it the sales 20mill
Is it the cars bentlys
Is it the women jada
Is it the money please
Mr clean yet the fact remain
Got girls that dont speak english screamin my name
All you rappers yellin bout who you put in a hearse
Do me a favour write one verse without a curse
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Yo its smooth when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Peep this when I freak this yeah yeah
Lay on back Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
I dont wanna see yall sittin around dont wanna see yall sittin around
Aiight one more give dejavu
Up the chart yo yall see the way I flew
Cant nobody do this the way I do
You like how I freaky freak this say I do I do
Haters sick of the hits like the witch of the west no body wicked as this
I read in rap pages they refer to me as soft
Yeah more like microsoft
Will gates of the rap game
Quintessential megalomaniac
Whats my rap name big will
Im the man not conceited Im as good as I say I am
Dang diggy dang da dang da dang diggy diggy
Back withe the track masters to bang jiggy jiggy
Yo every time time I shoot I score
So many awards I can start a grammy chess board
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
You know you like this when I freak this yeah yeah
Watch me Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Yo its smooth when I freak this yeah yeah
Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Im bout to freak this
Tone and poke lace the track
I lace the rap
Jeff do the cut
Yeah what rob do the mix tape to jl
Then tommy mattola put it on sale
Then come da moment of truth
Hot off the press to the dj booth
Hey yo here it comes yall that brand new will smith cut
Soon as it drop watch the phones blow up boom
Then ship a mill
Quick to the store
What sold out
When yall gettin more
Finally get it
Bump the track
Then come the multi platinum plaque
Now Im gonna leave it up to you
I bank the hit sound just for you
And then my dream come true
This years american music award goes to huh thankyou
Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Yo you know Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Oh you like when I freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Girl you know Im bout to freak this yeah yeah
Yo peep it while I freak this yeah yeah
Aint no way I gotta frea this yeah yeah
Yo you like how I freak this yeah yeah
Yo check this when I freak this yeah yeah
Look at when I freak this yeah yeah
Yo you know Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
Dont sleep Im gonna freak this yeah yeah
What you want me to freak this yeah yeah
Big will just freak this yeah yeah
song performed by by Will Smith
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Money, Money
My baby gives me the finance blues, tax me to the limit of my revenues.
Here she comes finger-poppin, clickety-click
She says furs or diamonds, you take your pick.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
She say, money, honey, Id rob a bank,
I just load my gun and mosey down to the bank.
Knockin off my neighborhood savings and load,
To keep my sweet chiquita in eau de cologne.
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Mama dont send me down to rob that bank again,
I got a notion that your leadin me to sin.
Wont you relax, wont you lay way back,
Dont you bug your honey bout no cadillac.
Its only bucks, you dont need no jack.
So wont you please relax and lay way back.
My babys lovin gives me such a thrill;
It gives me inspiration makin counterfeit bills.
Now some folks say the best things in life are free,
She wants money, what she wants, she wants money, what she wants,
Money money, money money money. money money, money money money.
Lord made a lady out of adams rib, next thing you know, you got womens lib.
Lovely to look upon, heaven to touch;
Its a real shame that they got to cost so much.
song performed by by Grateful Dead
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Keepin It Gangsta
[fabolous talking]
Fabolous, yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah
Yo, I dont care what yall do, how yall do
Where yall do it, just keep it gangsta
Look at them gangstas
[verse 1]
Fabs livin la vida loca
Only n**** in the hood you can come see for either weed or coca
Narks wanna see me and my team in a chair
They heard about the kid with the high beams in his ear
D.e.a been lookin for proof since 9-3
When I came through in the benz with the roof behind me
Tell them jakes through on bullet proofs and find me
You need extingwishers to go in the booth behind me
Who the f*** wanna beef
My fendi knits be 3x so you cant see whats tucked underneath
And I might not even drop
Just take my advance and make a small town in cleveland pop
Vivrant thing on my hip, that will make you breathe and stop
Rock ya chain in ya shirt, your roll(rollie) with the sleeve on top
You n***** know where my heat stay at
I leave n***** m I a and I aint talkin where the heat play at
Cmon
[chorus]
Yall know who
Keepin it gangsta
We come through
Keepin it gangsta
Yall know how we do
Keepin it gangsta
My whole crew
Keepin it gangsta
[verse 2]
N***** dont think Im still shavin crack
Cause I pull up in a truck with a system that make the pavement crack
Baugettes have my face and beard covered
And I keep a leathal weapon like mel gidson and dan glover
Now I lose v money and c lo
And the cops think me and muggs is g money and nino
I dont hit these honeys with c-notes
Rather put them on greyhound, strap these honeys with kilos
Type of gangsta every chick wants
I get nikes from aster you wont see hit the store for 6 months
Something bout the beamer x5
When I come through it be increaseing a skeos sex drive
Half the click look like they struck genisis up
The other half is tryin to wrap they sentances up
Tn never gone hate, half these artists never slum weight
When they call ny, its the only time they touch the 7-1-8
[chorus]1x
[verse 3]
I lay low on the other side of the globe
Carats hangin out the side of my lobe
Pull in ya drivers side and unload
They find ya when its time for your ride to be towed
On side of the road
With ya brain on ya passenger side of ya rove (rover)
Yall n***** aint aint gangstas til yall ridin
And feds tell ya hit a chick once and she runnin back like fred taylor
Im snatchin everything in the pjs now
Thats why most these n***** in workin with the d a now
If Im in a ride or a buggy coupe 5
Keepin it gangsta
If Im with a hoochie freak or a dime in a gucci sneaks
Keepin it gangsta
If Im probally in the hood or Im in hollywood
Keepibn it gangsta
If I slit 16 on a track or 16 from a gat
Keepin it gangsta
[chorus {till end}]
song performed by by Fabolous
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Cut Something
Je yall
Yall know
Yeah yeah check this out
We gon let yall hear a lil southern lingo
You hear what they saying
Cut something
Cut something
Cut something
You cut something
Ludacris:
Cut a nigga for the low low
Or betta yet cut a nigga from so so
I heard you cut a nigga from the dtp
And got ddted from college park to the dec
See we be sittin on low pro
Shippin bitches by the boat loads
Not to many people dat can see this cheese
Betta run these gs
Ludacris and the pimp mcs je
Je to all of yall
Who dont know
Let me explain
What cuttin is and how it go
Gotta know the game
Cause you can say the wrong thing
To the wrong girl
With the wrong man
And lets just say it might be a long night
First thing you should know
Do she get down
Now if shes even feelin you
Is she worth your wild
Like this girl I met the other day
She was feeling me
I was feeling her
And I couldnt believe what she said
Hook she said cut something
She looked at me
I looked at her
I said aint nothing
I couldnt believe what I just heard
She was not frontin
I like my woman kinda bold
But she was un un
She said cut something
Im peeping you
You peeping me
So lets stop playing
She said you aint never had a girl like me
Make you feel like this
So we can go after the show
Baby cutn something
We should cut something
Dont be scared
I usually never mess with a girl that steps
Up to me before i
Even get the chance
Let a woman be a woman
Let a man be a man see
And thats the way I like it baby
Now theres always exceptions to
To every rule
This one had to let on in
She was hella cool
She like to do the things
That a man really want it
This is what she said
Hook
I know that things have changed
Cause now when women go out
They be on the prowl
Harder then men
I know when I figured it out
When this girl walked up
She said cut something
Something
Aint like Im trippin about it
I just remembered when a man could be a man baby
Yes
I still cant believe what she said
Ludacris:
She need me to feed it
And beat it
Beat it then skeeted
Shed greet it with open tongue
The coke and rum
Gotta her so excited
Shes screamin at the top of lungs
She just cant hide it
Im pop her gums
Cock my popular gun
Shoot shoot
Lick lick
From the head to the toes
Head to the floor
Head till aint no head no more
Cut till aint no bed no mo
Cut to ya bitch dont beg no mo
Jagged edge grabbin legs
Women in the morning scrambling eggs
Cookin meal
Makin deals
And I gotta tell what she said
Hook
song performed by by Jagged Edge
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Snake
INTRO
I wanna see you move your body like a snake
Yeah hey yo, can yall hear me out there, alright
Now this is what I wanna see
I want to see all the little ladies line up right herenow
CHORUS
Move your body like a snake ma (like that)
Shake it til it wanna break ma(like that)
Dont hold back let it go now (like that)
Let your money maker jump now (like that)
Let me see you go low now (like that)
Bring it up and let it roll now (like that)
I love the way you work your chocha (like that)
Make me wanna get to know ya (like that)
VERSE
Im lovin the way you move so sexy
Momma youre bringin me to my knees
Hands in the air like you came to party
Shakin that __ makin the whole club freeze
Get down , get down
Girl I wanna dance with you baby no doubt
Get down, get down
Baby we can get together turn this party out.
CHORUS
Like two gorillas in a jungle makin love
VERSE
Poppin it like a string on a guitar
Super star you know who you are
Body smokin like a Cuban cigar
Girl youre the mama and Im the dada
The way youre freakin it is so Ya Ya
Wildin out in the back of my car
Girl you got me screamin Fiesta!
Body language sayin whatever
Get down , get down
I love the way you put that thing on me, no doubt
Get down, get down
Baby we can get together turn this party out.
Cmon
CHORUS
Yall aint gotta go home but ya gotta get the hell up outta here
VERSE
3 oclock we in the hotel lobby
Afta party in my penthouse suite
Lookin for a fly shorty to meet
Girl like a peep show let me see you freak
The way youre freakin it is so Ya Ya
Wildin out in the back of my car
Girl you got me screamin Fiesta!
Body language sayin whatever
Get down , get down
I love the way you put that thing on me, no doubt
Get down, get down
Baby we can get together turn this party out.
Cmon
CHORUS
VERSE (Tigger)
I bes with ball players of all sports
Ballers and players of all sorts
Some a yall wanna be players and ballers at all costs
Ok, lets play
Rob scooped me up from Midway in the Bentley
Now, bubble in the club with wild women
Next order of biz is the hot tub
For miles women
Youre on in a billion
Body mean like Serena Williams
French pedicure, wax Brazilian
Im lovin the way youre movin erotic
Exotic sexy kitten sippin hypnotic
Spotted you shakin it fast
Earthquakin that ass in denim
And from the beginin wanted to taste your venom
Get down, get down
Only one night in town, so are you comin cause baby I got plans
Get down, get down
Big Tigger doin big things tonight with R. in Rockland
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Put Em Up
[verse 1]
i saw this guy 6 foot 3, talking on his cellie, looking at me, i liked his vibe, the magnul
eyes, (oh yea, mmm mmm) across the room, the way he moved, looking all hot in them timbaland boots,
i liked the things, the things he do, (oh yea, mmm mmm)
[hook]
you know its time for dancing,tonight if you wanna take a chance and, my single ladies need some
attention, i wanna see the fellas make a move, throw it up, give it up dont stop
[chorus]
(put em up) if you got money in the bank and your own credit cards and a drop to sit in
(let me see you put em up) if you got a clip on your cash when you go to the club and you get in 4 free
then (let me see you put em up, put em up 4 me) if u makin money with class and you win a booket
and you know how to treat em (let me see you put em up) maybe we can go away ride in my escalade
until that saturday
[verse 2]
sexy boy, come with me,daddy i got the things you need, what's your favorite food, caramel creme, then
you need to take, take a piece of me,give me all your information, technology nor
communication,and i really like the way your thoughts shine, (oh why, oh why)
[hook]
[chorus]
[3LW]
feel me (feel me), throw yo hands up(hands up) you got me (got me) its time to party
everybody feel me, you brought that good stuff, then lets just get it krunk till you can get
enough, get enough
[rap]
east coast rockin it, west coast stay rockin, rockin
3l dub shakin all my fellas watchin, watchin, its a dude cuz im missin ya, put ya damn hands up
like im friskin ya, compliments to the chef cuz ya lookin scrumpcious, do u want it, bump it,
wiggle in the middle who done thunk it?
i hear a girl can mack the plane anet naughty by double eye 3l dub
dammit, what i see i need i like, cons 4 life how yall feelin iight, put ya hands on her hip you
betta punch it right, that means if you aint feel it then you aint touchin right, its the game
and the fame that makes the ladies want it, i can pull up in a hooptee with with a donut on it, im
2 street you too sweet to fight its never too mant to me to nite, i stay thuggin, keep the
ladies lovin it a party aint a party if u aint 3l dubbin it
[chorus until fades]
song performed by by 3LW
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Money, Power, Woman
[Chorus 2x]
"You gotta make the money first"
"Then when you get the money, you get the power"
"Then when you get the power, Then you get the woman"
[Ice-T]
The problem is you broke, You ain't got no car or job
You slow with youer hustle, You dress like a slob
Ladies ain't looking for no brothers like this
They want the dub-twisting ballers with the ice on their wrist
You gotta get your cash right to get in the game
Might have to pull a pistol, Flip some caine
Get out in them streets and hustle hard in the rain
Take your come up and reinvest to the game
"You gotta make the money first"
You need a lot to go far
What you think is rich, I just spent on a car
What you think is paid, I just blew on a watch
What you think is wealthy, I just dropped on a yacht
Flip the street cash and try to pick some stocks
Kick back in your pad and watch it roll like crops
But it really ain't that easy, Or we all would be rich
One mistake, You're broke, The come up's a bitch
Make the right moves and forget about sleep
concentrate on the paper chase, Join the elite
Few dun got mad cash and money to spend
Money to straight blow and money to lend
And only then, You made it past stage one, My friend
[Chorus 2x]
[Ice-T]
Now you got the money and the cash flow thick
But you really ain't nothing but a richer trick
Just because you're paid, you can still get thick
By your low life homies or skanless bitch
You gotta move it around, put it in the right hands
Maybe a judge, Make a PA your friend
Understand what really moves the world
Recognize what really moves these girls
Juice is more important than cash for real
Money you spend, But true power you feel
It ain't that easy to reach
Respect is about the hardest damn thing in the streets to get
Make your moves correct, Watch your crew
Watch your back, They watching you
Anybody round you has gotta be true
Or you never make it past stage two
Listen, when you get the real true power, You know
People will feel you, Wherever you go
And when you really max this game
You'll never have to say your name
[Chorus]
[Ice-T]
Now you got the power, It's on, My friend
Cuz the one thing women love is powerful men
The one thing women hate are brothers that bend
They act like they like 'em, But they only pretend
They wanna be with that man in the V.I.
They don't wanna stand in line
You outta your mind?
That other player's got cash, But no juice
Cuz the powerful men get to choose
From a multitude of women that be steppin in crews
Willing to do much more than before
Give you quick brains, It's insane
Just what the woman'll do just for you
Cuz if you got the power, Then they gets it too
If you rollin benz, Then they rollin too
If you livin phat, Then they ballin too
That sounds stupid to you, Not to me
They winning one move when it takes us three
Cars, Big houses, And shopping sprees
While most of us see the penitentiary
[Chorus 2x]
song performed by by Ice T
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Pop Niggas
[ja rule]
How many niggas hit the scene like rule
Benley gt, pushin through bock flooded, with jewels
H-2 with the hungerous rule beside me
Armed up the army, dont play that with nobody
Rule, murder & gotti
We hittin bitches like lowes be hittin switches, 16 at a time
Times that behind with me down we lose and find
X style the night that they mind we ? the times
With renegades prowling this bitch with braids
Leather gloves with dark shades and sowed off day
Reminiscing the cleo, she go to living life flawless
Who the boss, you know this
Who the god, who fawlging
Hit me Im giving niggas 1 to 3
Yall need 1 to 3 hours to accomplish what we have built here
You nigga know this is rule here
Im cocking back, I got an idea
(chorus)
Just hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop niggas, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the rule comin
Clear the block niggas, hop niggas, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the chrome run
Hop nigga, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the rule comin
Clear the block niggas, hop nigga, just hop nigga, cuz I pop niggas
When you see the chrome run
[ja rule]
Yall niggas wanna see the n-g
Ill go watch it like its a hundred and ten of me
Guns bustin in every direction, the public enemy
But naah I aint chuck b, its rule baby
Yall niggas wanna get it crazy, come on yall cant fade me
The music is slavery, roll up and haze
Because most niggas is lazy cotton pickers
Wish theyd find out its me and my niggas they gone
Cuz they prisoners of they own home, we party and get it on
Live it up! as soon as we hit em home
We tuckin away the chrome and humpin up on some hoes
We dem niggas you love to hate...i know
Who cares I been blowin your bitch back out for years
Plus she shared so many tears for me
While you was away, was around the time I made put it on me
So homie, stay from round here you aint know, this is rule here
Im cockin back, I got an idea
(chorus)
[p. williams]
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight well look it here playboy we could go outside
(x2)
Huh, you feelin hot tonight well look it here lil mama we could go outside
(x2)
[ja rule]
Certain niggas need to be kissed in the ground that I walk
Shuttin up when I talk, its rule in full floss
5-0 is tellin him x marks the speasy
How niggas gettin dis money, it cant be this easy
Believe me, I see between cracks and crevices
Angelic and devilish, who thinks better than this
The shell love and angel live in the darkest angles, this is rule here
Im cockin back I got an idea
(chorus)
[p. williams]
Yeah, you feelin hot tonight
Well look it here playboy we could go outside (x2)
Huh, you feelin hot tonight
Well look it here lil mama we could go outside (x2)
(chorus)
song performed by by Ja Rule
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Underdog
I know how it feels to expect to get a fair shake
But they won't let you forget
You're the underdog and you got to be twice as good (yeah)
Even if you're never right
They get uptight when you got too much
You might start thinking too much, too (yeah)
I know how it feels when you know for real
That every other time (yeah)
You get a raw deal, yeah
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Do you know what I mean, yeah
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Well, I know how it feels to get demoted
When it comes the time to get promoted
Cause you might be movin' up way too fast
If you ever love somebody of a different set,
But the other set was an act you forget
well it just don't go like that, oh
I know how it feels
When people stop, turn around and stare
Say goodbye and they low rate, low rate me (yeah yeah)
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Do you know what I mean, yeah
I'm just the underdog, yall (a a a ahhh)
Un-der-dog, Un-der-dog,
Un-der-dog, Un-der-dog (roarrrr)
I know how it feels to be played upon
Be at the party but you're really all alone
They underestimate me
And if you hang out with people you don't even know
Simply because theres a whole lot more of them
You better think you cant
You better think you cant
I know how it feels when you're feelin' down
And you wanna come up but youre really
In the wrong part of town, yeah
Said I'm the underdog, yall
Do you know what I mean
Said I'm the underdog, yall
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Underdog, Underdog, Underdog, yall
Underdog, Underdog, thats me
Underdog, Underdog, Underdog, yall
Underdog hao hao haa (yeah)
Uhh / Come on / Uhh
I'm the underdog, yall
I'm the underdog, yall
I'm the underdog, underdog
Im the freak, Im the freak
I'm the underdog, yall
Ugh
Underdog ohoa
I said yeah yeah yeah yeaaahh
Aw
Ho ho hoa
No no no
Im the underdog
song performed by by Anastacia
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The Fatha Figure
Hustlas, ballers, players
Yeah, uh
The father figure
It dont stop, it dont stop
Uh, it dont stop
One love, one love
[j.t. the bigga figga]
I was raised in the inner city by ballers with diamonds
Climbin the benzes, rollin philles, we younger minors
Me, I be the one thats only 12 years old
Crankin off the hook from cousin, let me sport his gold
And I was told to put it down, and keep it real
Like 3x krazy young player about the scrill
In this california lifestyle that I live
Them playas is havin money man in plushed out cribs
Survivin in the city is a serious task
Didnt know the (? ) wanted, didnt have time to ask
Cuz Im bout it bout it like the tru
One love to real hustlers, straight dollars for two
[hook:]
Gangstas, ballers, and hustlers too
Baby youngsters wanna be like you
Youre the father figure of today
We need to find a better way
[j.t. the bigga figga]
We at the afterparty chillin cuz we aint no punks
Some cats is in the back with macks and gold fronts
With sacks they post up, you know we be watchin
Thinkin they got it crankin, playa we got it poppin
Now bitin over dirty work, that aint cool
With cats in drop vettes in mobs and old schools
We rob them old fools, wont you amount your scratch
Respect them young gs, they the ones thats strapped, ya know
[snoop doggy dogg]
Dogg pound, thats the sound, check around, we hold it down
Its the super duper, yes the snoop-a
Comin through, in all gray and blue
Kickin the game to the playas from the bay
All over the world and out the uk
Everybody around they love snoop d-o double to the g
Cuz Im what they love, you see
Ill break em, shake em and I make em and I take em
To the whale, leave em in a spell
And I got a little story to tell
For all my homies thats locked up in jail
I kick it to ya give it to ya for real
Cuz I know yall dealin with the reals every day and
To get killed aint nothin to laugh about
But some niggas goin out so sideways make me wanna get me a
Bulletproof
Hoo ride and slide around town in
But yet and still, if I get peeled
My niggas gon ride forver and thats real
Aint no stoppin we aint coppin no pleas
We spit game for all the real gs
Feel up the (? ) they love to have it
They love to take it to the dome, yeah its on
[j.t. the bigga figga]
Meanwhile back in the lab
Paper was gettin stacked, hatas was gettin mad
Confidential information exchanged up on the regular
One dead head, two steps a my competitor
Catch em slippin cuz they just been bought
Got directions to the house and the keys to the vault
Well let me open up this bundle of money, each off a half
Pullin capers with cousin snoop, kurrupt and young daz
In for the cash
Man this gang is thick
If one caught up in the track we can all get sick
And have em shook
The four o crook didnt leave a clue
Snoop d-o double g tell em what you gon do
[snoop doggy dogg] (both)
Ill keep doin what Im gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, thats my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didnt know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with styles that are oh so nice)
Snoop d-o double to the g from the lbc
You gots to have (cash) to make it these days
You could make it at least a hundred different (ways)
I go the man and I get a (8 track)
Make me a beat, (smoke me a sack)
Roll up some fat ass uh uh uh
Blaze with my homies and its (on like that yall)
[hook] x 3
song performed by by Snoop Dogg
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