Jinglin' Baby
[and you say new york city...] {2x}
Chorus:
(they're jinglin', baby) go 'head, baby. {4x}
Uncle. l. future of the funk. records i recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
But i slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
And put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, i'm nice (nice-nice);
And i'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, mccoy and i'm real.
Another brother's fan? forget how you feel.
He's so-so, i got the instinct.
They call me deputy dog to put your booty in the clink.
You're dancin' to a marley marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...
Chorus {4x}
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? get out my face!
I'm complete, in effect, and i can't maul.
Rise, suprise, and i advise you all.
To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt.
My skill'll get ill, i turn the mother out, huh.
I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch.
Now i'm-a do ya while the party people watch.
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours.
But i know why: you ain't had no dough before.
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
Dance to my remix single...
Chorus {4x}
When you first walked in, i ain't know what to think,
Cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty don't stink.
And tried to run down that, i can't get over that
Garbage you were sayin': you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
I'm l.l., and you don't understand, son.
I'm a legend, on top of that i'm livin'.
Now you look booty like that bum miss givins.
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should i say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it.
Cuz man, yo, i feel for ya brother, i'm a baaaaaad...
(word to the mother!)
Takin' out sucker while the ladies pucker,
And rollin' over punks like a redneck trucker.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
Lemme see your earrings jingle...
Chorus {4x} ...break down!
[organ instrumental]
Chorus {4x}
Can't believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
Your grip's too weak, you can't hold it, b.
You can dream of makin' progress and gettin' this nice,
But when i roll up, it's like hip hop vice.
Serve to curbs, i never swerve a superb.
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
Played your hand, lost track of your plan,
When i show up, i blow up, end of story, my man.
Play you like a poker chip, that's what you get.
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin', excitin' when writin',
You're trite from the toy, boy, i gotta enlight, so start bitin'.
You know you can't create and get mean like this;
When i'm on the court, g, it's strictly swisssshhhh!
When it's all over, said and done, my friend,
They'll say, "l.l. cool j just scored again."
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop.
Here's your token back, you're gettin' off at the next stop.
I'm-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter)
Chorus {8x}
[and you say new york city] {4x}
[organ instrumental]
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Jingling Baby[Remixed But Still Jingling ]
[and you say new york city...] {2x}
Chorus:
(theyre jinglin baby) go head baby. {4x}
Uncle. l. future of the funk. records I recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must
But I slam dunk punks and make me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed
And put em in a bucket like hes chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, Im nice (nice-nice);
And im-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard its all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, mccoy and Im real.
Another brothers fan? forget how you feel.
Hes so-so, I got the instinct.
They call me deputy dog to put your booty in the clink.
Youre dancin to a marley marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...
Chorus {4x}
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, youre kind of rude you
No good niggaboo tryin to base, how we livin, homes? get out my face!
Im complete, in effect, and I cant maul.
Rise, suprise, and I advise you all.
To stand back and peep, dont sleep or doubt.
My skillll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh.
Im top-notch, youre playin hop-scotch.
Now im-a do ya while the party people watch.
Youre real funny, you really try to go for yours.
But I know why: you aint had no dough before.
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
This aint a game, yo, you know my name.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
Dance to my remix single...
Chorus {4x}
When you first walked in, I aint know what to think,
Cuz you grabbed the microphone like your booty dont stink.
And tried to run down that, I cant get over that
Garbage you were sayin: you call that a battle rap?
How you gonna go against an army with a handgun?
Im l.l., and you dont understand, son.
Im a legend, on top of that Im livin.
Now you look booty like that bum miss givins.
Whoever geesed you up...nah, how should I say it?
Whoever set you up, they knew just how to play it.
Cuz man, yo, I feel for ya brother, Im a baaaaaad...
(word to the mother!)
Takin out sucker while the ladies pucker,
And rollin over punks like a redneck trucker.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now...
Lemme see your earrings jingle...
Chorus {4x} ...break down!
[organ instrumental]
Chorus {4x}
Cant believe you tried to get the same mic as me,
Your grips too weak, you cant hold it, b.
You can dream of makin progress and gettin this nice,
But when I roll up, its like hip hop vice.
Serve to curbs, I never swerve a superb.
Every word you heard played tricks on your nerves.
Played your hand, lost track of your plan,
When I show up, I blow up, end of story, my man.
Play you like a poker chip, thats what you get.
I bet your fret, sweat, and regret you met
The titan of fightin, excitin when writin,
Youre trite from the toy, boy, I gotta enlight, so start bitin.
You know you cant create and get mean like this;
When Im on the court, g, its strictly swisssshhhh!
When its all over, said and done, my friend,
Theyll say, l.l. cool j just scored again.
So take a step back, give me some room to wreck shop.
Heres your token back, youre gettin off at the next stop.
Im-a deliver and give a speech with vigor.
Pass the wine cooler you big black.... (laughter)
Chorus {8x}
[and you say new york city] {4x}
[organ instrumental]
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Jingeling Baby
[And you say New York City...] {2x}
Chorus:
(They're jinglin', baby) Go 'head, baby. {4x}
Uncle. L. Future of the funk. Records I recorded minus all the junk.
People spread gossip and believe what they must,
but I slam dunk punks and make 'me bite the dust.
A minute is needed to make a phony roni bleed,
and put 'em in a bucket like he's chicken feed.
Check out the...pick of the litter, not a quitter, I'm nice (nice-nice);
and I'm-a dust you off and dust you off twice.
I heard it's all observant, hysterical fan-
-natics of the Asiatic miracle man.
Prominent, dominant, McCoy and I'm real.
Another brother's fan? Forget how you feel.
He's so-so, I got the instinct.
They call me Deputy Dog to put your booty in the clink.
You're dancin' to a Marley Marl remix single, love:
Let me see your earrings jingle, love...
Chorus {4x}
I chopped you, chewed you, baked you, and schooled you.
That slop you pop, you need to stop, you're kind of rude you
no good niggaboo tryin' to base, how we livin', homes? Get out my face!
I'm complete, in effect, and I can't maul.
Rise, suprise, and I advise you all.
To stand back and peep, don't sleep or doubt.
My skill'll get ill, I turn the mother out, huh.
I'm top-notch, you're playin' hop-scotch.
Now I'm-a do ya while the party people watch.
You're real funny, you really try to go for yours.
But I know why: you ain't had no dough before.
So you tried and lied to drain my fame.
This ain't a game, yo, you know my name.
Innovating, devastating, and dope on a single, now,
dance to my remix single...
Chorus {4x}
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Farmers Blvd.
(hey man, don't you realize
In order for us to make this thing work, man
We've got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes?)
Ba-ha-ha-ha...
Yes, yes, y'all
[ cool j ] ah, ah
That's funky
[ marley marl ] yeah
Hey yo, marley, man
[ marley marl ] yo, what's up, man?
[ cool j ] hey yo, man
You know
We was gettin busy on the album everyday
We been gettin funky, but
I wanna take this jam back to farmers
Knowmsayin?
[ marley marl ] yo, let's go back on farmers
And get some of them early mc's
You used to be kickin it with back in the day?
[ cool j ] yeah, yeah, yeah
[ marley marl ] yo, let's do a jam with them
[ cool j ] aight, bet
But first i gotta like introduce it
Youknowmsayin?
[ marley marl ] aight, kick it...
(farmers boulevard)
[ l.l. cool j ]
Back in the days, before i was cool j
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin games people play
Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man
Talkin bout big money and future plans
I always told the brothers, if i got a contract
When the money started flowin, i'd be back
To do a jam, against all odds
Introducing rapper 1 from farmers boulevard
[ bomb ]
Hey yo, b-o-m-b, bomb explosion
Attack like a cat when i'm trapped and i'm closed in
Sharp-ass claws, and i break all laws
In a while all jaws, cause i'm perfect, no flaws
Now i'm back to farmers on some new improved
(sh...) i'm makin moves, not fakin moves
So don't you never come around here, talkin that talk
Or walkin that walk, you'll get played like a sport
Football, soccer, whatever you savour
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor
Ha! l'll have you breakin locks
I'll have you cookin fried rice in a big steel box
The type of skills that i got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears
'hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' yo, save the cheers
Suckers, i'm drinkin forties of beers
On the boulevard
[ cool j ] funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
[ marley marl ] hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo uncle l, let's go...
[ cool j ] yeah man, i wanna check out my man big money grip
Yo, what's up, man
Kick a little somethin
[ big money grip ]
Kick out the can and slam
Summertime, c.i.a. step into the jam
Reach for the mic, and the punks start to fold up
And the brothers start fleein like it's a hold-up
Some step aside, but a few play me close
Never worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burried
And the fool who wants to deal with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose
Farmers boulevard, the place
Handin me a mic is like givin a chainsaw to leatherface
Smokin mc's in an instant
At my side bustin caps is t-boogie, my assistant
Throw that speaker in the trash
Why's that? cause gangster boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big money grip makin you get up
Farmers crew's in effect, we never heard of a head-up
[ marley marl ] yo, yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo
[ cool j ] yeah, we livin chinese people in a turkish bath, baby
[ marley marl ] hi c over there, man
[ cool j ] yo, what's up hi c...
[ hi c ]
Hi c on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme
More than a line on time, because i'm gettin mine
Never underestimate the skill of a great one
The boulevard lord, shorts, never take none
Another funky rapper from around the way
Leavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold
All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold
Spreadin terror on the street like they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, never could last
And i never feel sorry for a sucker i gained on
Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on
At any farmers party at my side is a mag
(one time a sucker got ill and went out in a bodybag)
Fear will erupt through the heart of another
The farmers crew will never fall, that's word to the mother
[ marley marl ] yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, hi c
Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo
I was -
Yo, what's up?
[ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man
Youknowmsayin?
[ cool j ] farmers boulevard, baby
[ marley marl ] yo, i was kinda -
I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it
But yo, l
Won't you - won't you sum it all up for the people, aight?
[ cool j ] aight, let me sum this up
[ l.l. cool j ]
Now you heard the brothers speakin bout the street that we're from
Rhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can't get none
F-a-r-m-e-r-s passin the test
Marley marl in the background doin the rest
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato
Get up out my face before i play you like play-doh
I did a jam against all odds
And it was dedicated to farmers boulevard
(farmers boulevard)
Keep on
(farmers boulevard)
To the beat, y'all
A funky beat, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
You don't stop
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Farmers Blvd (Our Anthem)
(Hey man, don't you realize
In order for us to make this thing work, man
We've got to get rid of the pimps, and the pushers, and the prostitutes?)
Ba-ha-ha-ha...
Yes, yes, y'all
[ Cool J ] Ah, ah
That's funky
[ Marley Marl ] Yeah
Hey yo, Marley, man
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, what's up, man?
[ Cool J ] Hey yo, man
You know
We was gettin busy on the album everyday
We been gettin funky, but
I wanna take this jam back to Farmers
Knowmsayin?
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, let's go back on Farmers
And get some of them early MC's
You used to be kickin it with back in the day?
[ Cool J ] Yeah, yeah, yeah
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, let's do a jam with them
[ Cool J ] Aight, bet
But first I gotta like introduce it
Youknowmsayin?
[ Marley Marl ] Aight, kick it...
(Farmers Boulevard)
[ L.L. Cool J ]
Back in the days, before I was Cool J
I used to hang up on the corner, pumpin Games People Play
Sittin on a garbage can, rhymin to my man
Talkin bout big money and future plans
I always told the brothers, if I got a contract
When the money started flowin, I'd be back
To do a jam, against all odds
Introducing rapper 1 from Farmers Boulevard
[ Bomb ]
Hey yo, B-o-m-b, bomb explosion
Attack like a cat when I'm trapped and I'm closed in
Sharp-ass claws, and I break all laws
In a while all jaws, cause I'm perfect, no flaws
Now I'm back to Farmers on some new improved
(Sh...) I'm makin moves, not fakin moves
So don't you never come around here, talkin that talk
Or walkin that walk, you'll get played like a sport
Football, soccer, whatever you savour
You're a tramp and a pussycat, ready for labor
Ha! L'll have you breakin locks
I'll have you cookin fried rice in a big steel box
The type of skills that I got reigned for years
No worry or cares, your crew'll shed tears
'Hip-hip-hooray, he's back!' Yo, save the cheers
Suckers, I'm drinkin forties of beers
On the Boulevard
[ Cool J ] Funky, funky, funky rhymes bein said here
[ Marley Marl ] Hey yo, hey yo
Hey yo Uncle L, let's go...
[ Cool J ] Yeah man, I wanna check out my man Big Money Grip
Yo, what's up, man
Kick a little somethin
[ Big Money Grip ]
Kick out the can and slam
Summertime, C.I.A. step into the jam
Reach for the mic, and the punks start to fold up
And the brothers start fleein like it's a hold-up
Some step aside, but a few play me close
Never worry, cause the brother who cross me's gettin burried
And the fool who wants to deal with another dose
I see to it in a hour that the mutha is comatose
Farmers Boulevard, the place
Handin me a mic is like givin a chainsaw to Leatherface
Smokin MC's in an instant
At my side bustin caps is T-Boogie, my assistant
Throw that speaker in the trash
Why's that? Cause Gangster Boogie gave the woofer a gash
Big Money Grip makin you get up
Farmers Crew's in effect, we never heard of a head-up
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here on the boulevard, yo
[ Cool J ] Yeah, we livin chinese people in a turkish bath, baby
[ Marley Marl ] Hi C over there, man
[ Cool J ] Yo, what's up Hi C...
[ Hi C ]
Hi C on the scene, at last to bust a funky rhyme
More than a line on time, because I'm gettin mine
Never underestimate the skill of a great one
The Boulevard Lord, shorts, never take none
Another funky rapper from around the way
Leavin bodies at a party, cause somebody gotta pay
Boy, you been told, put your lips on hold
All you remember is a barrel and a mouth full of gold
Spreadin terror on the street like they was in the past
Any punks on the block, yo, never could last
And I never feel sorry for a sucker I gained on
Any slick talker, yo, he's bound to get rained on
At any Farmers party at my side is a Mag
(One time a sucker got ill and went out in a bodybag)
Fear will erupt through the heart of another
The Farmers Crew will never fall, that's word to the mother
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, yo
It's kinda funky out here
Yo, yo, yo, Hi C
Yo man, y'all kinda funky out here, yo
I was -
Yo, what's up?
[ crew member ] ...9 years ago, man
Youknowmsayin?
[ Cool J ] Farmers Boulevard, baby
[ Marley Marl ] Yo, I was kinda -
I was kinda stagnant to sleep on it
But yo, L
Won't you - won't you sum it all up for the people, aight?
[ Cool J ] Aight, let me sum this up
[ L.L. Cool J ]
Now you heard the brothers speakin bout the street that we're from
Rhymes hittin, beats kickin, you can't get none
F-a-r-m-e-r-s passin the test
Marley Marl in the background doin the rest
Do-re-mi-fa-so-la-ti-do, do-ti-la-so-fa-mi-re-do, kato
Get up out my face before I play you like Play-Doh
I did a jam against all odds
And it was dedicated to Farmers Boulevard
(Farmers Boulevard)
Keep on
(Farmers Boulevard)
To the beat, y'all
A funky beat, y'all
Yes, yes, y'all
You don't stop
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Pretty Man (feat. Maceo Parker)
Don't hate me cuz I'm beautiful
Hey now, what's up?
Aw, U know how 2 come over here starin' at a brother so hard
Huh, say U what?
CHORUS:
If U wanna be my baby, got 2 tell me so
Over competant lady, better act like U know
If U wanna be my baby, come on take my hand
Tell me that U wanna get with Prettyman
See me up here dancin', dancin' on the flo'
Got 2 think about doin' just a little mo'
The way I wear my knickers around this booty tight
Make a sister wanna call me up every night - hey!
CHORUS
Everywhere I go, people stop and stare
They just wanna see me swing this pretty hair
If there ever comes a time when it just won't grow
I'll keep it like my brother and buy some mo' - hey!
CHORUS
(Tell me)
(Looka here)
(Do ya know)
(Take my hand)
(Say it!)
Ooh, uh
If U wanna be my baby, got (Prettyman)
Ooh, Prettyman
(Prettyman) {repeats}
Looka here now
In the early morning when I'm feeling nice
I walk by the mirror and kiss it twice
When it comes 2 perfume, i-it's on the shelf
I get it down, if ain't nobody around
I, I, I smell myself
Hey, uh, Prettyman, looka here
I ain't through
Say I don't, uh, wait a minute
Come on, band, break down
I don't care about money, I buy gold by the ounce
Y2K, not today, I write a check and the bank bounce
"Superball" used 2 be my nickname if U ask about love
No money back guarantee when I'm above
Pretty man
If U wanna be my baby, got 2 tell me so
Over competant lady, gotta act like U know
If U wanna be my baby, come on take my hand
Tell me that U wanna get with the Prettyman, huh
Maceo, brother, can U blow?
Uh, pretty
From Harlem, uh, ay, off 2 Tokyo
Wait, stop, ah, go
Maceo can ya, Maceo, can U blow?
Hey, Prettyman
Oh yeah
Can I scream now? Hey, hey!
Can I scream now? Hey {x6}, ohhh no!
Hey, hey, hey!
Hello?
Who is it?
Yes, this is a Prettyman
Princey!
He he he
song performed by by Prince
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Down n Dirty
Slow talkin, the line youre walkin
Look like a viper wearin silkin stockings
You make em guess theyd be gettin the best
Cant help but wonder if youd pass the test
Kissin my fingers, you touch my face
n play your hand like youre holdin the ace
But baby when it comes around, are you gonna pick it up or lay it down
You make it harder and harder to stop what youve started
Chorus:
(down n dirty)
Oh my little rosalee, dont you think its goin on time we see
If youre gonna come with me, I bet you, I get you
Ive had enough of this comin on stuff
I feel like gettin down on somethin tough
I do believe youre what youre tryin to be
Now show me, honey, cause Im dying to see
Take it baby, make your play, well make love in different ways
I call your bluff and stand, pretty mama, hold me in your hand
And make it harder and harder to stop what youve started
Chorus
(instrumental break)
Kissin my fingers, you touch my face
n play your hand like youre holdin the ace
Baby when it comes around, are you gonna pick it up or lay it down
You make it harder and harder to stop what youve started
Chorus
Rosalee, dont you think its goin on time we see
If youre gonna come with me, Im dirty, down n dirty
song performed by by Kenny Loggins
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Hot 2 Nite
Verse 1
Now let me set it off in the right way
You got a bangin' booty and a tight waist
I've been a fan since I met you in the lobay
And hopefully you'll end up ova my place
I can't believe I neva saw ya comin' over
Until ya put cha pretty hand up on my sholder
I wanna touch, I wanna kiss, I wanna hold ya
I really wanna get cha hot 2 nite
Pre-Chorus
So tell me what I gotta do to
Get the hook up in the future
Baby you choose tonight
Whateva ya like
And I'm a pick you up on time
And it's cool if you don't want to
Cause you'll be a fool if you don't want to
Cause I gaurantee that if your wit me
You go be fellin' how ya sopposed to be
Chorus (repeat 2x's)
Girl give ya number
Forget it here go my number
Forget it you don't need my number
'Cause we gonna get hot 2 nite
Verse 2 (repeat 2x's)
And if you say you don't like it my way
We can do it your way
Any way is OK
Pre-Chorus
Chorus
Verse 3
Can we break it down
Baby can we break this down
Can we break it down (yeah)
Cause we gonna get hot 2 nite
Can we break it down
Can we break it down
Can we break it down
Cause we gonna get hot 2 nite
(So get cha hands up)
Seen a lot of sorties in the club tonight
But your the only shorty I'm a love tonight
The one and only woman that I'm thinkin' of
So come on over here let me show you some
Love girl I wanna ge cha real hot tonight
See if I love ya non-stop tonight
Wanna make ya feel like ya fell alright
Chorus
Bridge
And I wanna say ohhhhhhhh baby
N.E. keep it hot for you
And I wanna say ohhhhhhhh baby
N.E. keep it hot for you
song performed by by New Edition
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Hot 2 Nite (feat. The Game) (remix)
Ohhh (yeah)
All right
Hey
NE keep it hot for y'all
Now let me set it off in the right way
You got a bangin booty and a tight waist
I've been a fan since I met you in the lobby
And hopefully you'll end up over my place
I can't believe I never saw you coming over
Until you put your pretty hand up on my shoulder
I wanna touch, I wanna kiss, I wanna hold ya
(yeah) I really wanna get you hot tonight (come on)
So tell me what I gotta do to
Get the hookup in the future
Baby you choose the night
Whatever you like and I'm a pick you up on time
And it's cool if you don't want to
But you'd be a fool if you don't want to
Cuz I guarantee, that if you with me, you're gonna be feeling how you supposed to be
[Chorus] x2
Girl give me your number (give it to me)
Forget it, here go my number (here you go)
Forget it, you don't need my number (no you don't)
Cuz we gonna get hot tonight
(That's right)
And if you say
You don't like it my way
We can do it your way
Anyway is OK
And if you say (you say)
You don't like it my way (it don't matter)
We can do it your way (we can do it)
Anyway is OK (anyway that you like it babe)
So tell me what I gotta do to
Get the hookup in the future
If you choose the night
Whatever you like and I'm a pick you up on time
And it's cool if you don't want to
But you'd be a fool if you don't want to
Cuz I guarantee, that if you with me, we're gonna have a good time tonight
(So get your hands up)
[Chorus]
Girl give me your number (yeah)
Forget it, here go my number (here you go)
Forget it, you don't need my number (i said forget it, you don't)
Cuz we gonna get hot tonight (right now)
(Come on girl) Girl give me your number (said give it me babe)
Forget it, here go my number (come and get it)
Forget it, you don't need my number (you don't really need it at all)
Cuz we gonna get hot tonight
[x2]
Can we break it down
Baby can we break this down
Can we break it down (yeah)
Cuz we gonna get hot tonight
[Chorus]
(so get your hands up) Girl give me your number (seen a lot of shortys in the club tonight)
Forget it, here go my number (but you're the only shorty, I'm in love tonight)
Forget it, you don't need my number (one and only woman that I'm thinkin of)
Cuz we gonna get hot tonight (so come on over here and let me show you some love)
Girl give me your number (girl I wanna get you real hot tonight)
Forget it, here go my number (see if I can love you non-stop tonight)
Forget it, you don't need my number (wanna make you feel like you feel alright)
Cuz we gonna get hot tonight
[Chorus] x2
Girl give me your number (give it to me)
Forget it, here go my number (here you go)
Forget it, you don't need my number (no you don't)
Cuz we gonna get hot tonight
Can you say ohhh (ohh) baby (all right) (yeah)
(hey) NE keep it hot for y'all
Can you say ohhh (ohh) baby (all right) (yeah)
(hey) NE keep it hot for y'all
song performed by by New Edition
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Can't Stop Won't Stop Remix Ft. Chingy
Can't Stop, Won't Stop (Chingy Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Chingy )
[Intro] Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy
[Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok.
[Young Chris:] That's right.
[Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girls, the girls they love us (say what).
(Look she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #1 Young Neef]
Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix.
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist.
Next generation, you better stay focused.
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this.
Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment.
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'.
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him.
I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones.
Go magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim.
Four four magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em.
I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden.
You know we tap 'em, middle room, bathroom, living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em.
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em.
Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girls, the girls they love us (say what).
(Look she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girls, the girls they love us (say what).
(Look she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #2 Chingy]
Man, I Can't Stop, Won't Stop.
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop.
To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop.
Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock.
You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it.
You wanna' party, lemme' get the YG's, and we a be thurr in a minute.
Maybe chicken-head wit' it.
I'm in the Authentic, get it boy Jersey G.I.B hat fitted.
Runnin' ten a world, we did it (did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em get it.
Ching-aling, worldwide girl (worldwide girl).
Playa', and I'm Pimpin' you never seen my thural side (uh).
The girls, the girls they love me (love me).
You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E. (Doug E.)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me (mug me).
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E.
[Chorus]
[Verse #3 Young Chris]
Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick.
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind.
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words.
I like nice hurr, titties, and nice curves.
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'.
Shaawty's catch everything, everytime I let go (okay).
I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo.
And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'.
Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth.
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check.
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks.
Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do.
I be heated if you skip, bring it all back straight.
Rock on me, we pop homey, drink it all back straight.
Better warn me, ya bareta on me.
Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight.
Holla' at ya boy!
[Chorus]
[Chingy, and Young Neef in the brackets]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes (they're they go).
[Chingy, and Young Neef together]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes (they're they at).
[Chorus]
[Then fades out]
song performed by by Young Gunz
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Can't Stop Won't Stop Remix Ft. Chingy
Can't Stop, Won't Stop (Chingy Remix) Lyrics
(feat. Chingy )
[Intro] Young Chris, Young Neef, and Chingy
[Young Chris:] Ok. . .Young Gunnaz. . .Ok.
[Young Chris:] That's right.
[Young Chris:] Young Gunz featuring Chingy.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girls, the girls they love us (say what).
(Look she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #1 Young Neef]
Yup, It's only right that we make it a remix.
Young Gunnaz, and Chingy just to give it a lil' twist.
Next generation, you better stay focused.
Youngaz before they time, man you already know this.
Ball 'em, never call 'em, kick 'em out before their moment.
It seem like once you done, they start drawlin'.
You never have 'em, so you cuff 'em, when you grab him.
I treat 'em all the same, even the bad ones.
Go magnum, rose gold chain, for show aim.
Four four magnum, tell C and P when they done better blast 'em.
I be laid back, smokin' bags, playin' Madden.
You know we tap 'em, middle room, bathroom, living room, bathroom, sit at home cap 'em.
You got it, It's nothin' I had 'em, you can have 'em.
Seein' Neef we the streets, Gunnaz we the last one.
[Chorus Young Chris, and Chingy in the brackets]
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girls, the girls they love us (say what).
(Look she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
Can't Stop, Won't Stop Chingy, and the Gunnaz.
'Cause we, we get down baby, we get down.
The girls, the girls they love us (say what).
(Look she right thurr).
(Her man he right thurr).
[Verse #2 Chingy]
Man, I Can't Stop, Won't Stop.
Girl, quit actin' like ya can't pop, won't drop.
To the flo' I move crowds like I moved hop.
Man, '94 on the block, hand full on my jock.
You wanna' know, It's official when I step up in it.
You wanna' party, lemme' get the YG's, and we a be thurr in a minute.
Maybe chicken-head wit' it.
I'm in the Authentic, get it boy Jersey G.I.B hat fitted.
Runnin' ten a world, we did it (did what?)
Got the boxed up Benz, Range, and got both 'em get it.
Ching-aling, worldwide girl (worldwide girl).
Playa', and I'm Pimpin' you never seen my thural side (uh).
The girls, the girls they love me (love me).
You know I stay fresh 'till death, like Doug E. (Doug E.)
I step in the spot, these cats they mug me (mug me).
Got drank, in row so meet me at the Club E.
[Chorus]
[Verse #3 Young Chris]
Neefy, and Chris wicked game, wicked chick.
One had to pay a dime, pay in no mind.
It's quite obserd, just sayin' the right words.
I like nice hurr, titties, and nice curves.
Givin' neck dose, smokin' on a bag fa' sho'.
Shaawty's catch everything, everytime I let go (okay).
I get her poppin', and let 'em finish the rest yo.
And when I'm lookin' for a girl, why I check fo'.
Need me a chick, that'll see me squeeze the fifth.
On the court, pleed the fifth, never leave me for a check.
But, the Visa on the whip, so overseas get the bricks.
Bringin' all 'dat cake, that's what I need for you to do.
I be heated if you skip, bring it all back straight.
Rock on me, we pop homey, drink it all back straight.
Better warn me, ya bareta on me.
Baby all 'dat hate, will lead to you losin' all that weight.
Holla' at ya boy!
[Chorus]
[Chingy, and Young Neef in the brackets]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at those hoes (they're they go).
[Chingy, and Young Neef together]
Wow, wow, wow, wow, look at all those hoes (they're they at).
[Chorus]
[Then fades out]
song performed by by Young Gunz
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Showdown
Yeah
Sometimes i just gotta have fun
Just something a girl's gotta do
Oh
Never thought I'd see you like this
You're looking good when you're half dressed
Just let me give you one last test
Is that sin?(no, no, noo)
Am I too hot for you though?
Did you check out my video?
There's some things you don't know
Like this
I dare you to stand in my way
Just give in
When you are ready to play
uh- Like this
CHORUS
Here comes the showdown
What goes around comes around
And the crowd's all waiting
Oh...coz if we can break up
Then we can make up
Shake my booty all night
Here comes the showdown
oh...
I don't really wanna be a tease
But would you undo my zipper please?
Uh-uh please don't talk
Listen
I'll let you touch me if you want
I'll see your body rise, rise
And when you come don't get too hot
Butterfly
I dare you to stand in my way
Just give in
When you are ready to play
uh-Like this
CHORUS
Here comes the showdown
What goes around comes around
And the crowd's all waiting
Oh...coz if we can break up
Then we can make up
Shake my booty all night
Here comes the showdown
Forget the tension when we fight
We'll make it up, turn down the lights
It's just a lovers' game we play
Yeah-eh-eh
After the screaming's at an end
Why don't we do it all again?
That's when the fun really begins
Oh-woah
CHORUS
Here comes the showdown
What goes around comes around
And the crowd's all waiting
oh...coz if we can break up
Then we can make up
Shake my booty all night
why don't you..
yeah
yeah
yeah
Here comes the showdown
oh...
Here comes the showdown
oh goes around comes around
And the crowd's all waiting
oh...
Here comes the showdown
oh
song performed by by Britney Spears
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It's Going Down Tonight (feat. T.I.)
Hot & Wet 2004
(It's goin'down tonight...) x 2
Baby I love the way, you lookin' at me, lookin' at me
You're so amazing, you gotta give it to me, give it to me,
You touch every single part of me,
I'll touch every single part of you
I'm gonna make sure that you're gonna come back for more
Baby I can tell you're feelin' me, feelin' me
You're body's callin', what's your fantasy, fantasy
You touch every single part of me
I'll touch every single part of you
Hey girl stop playin' games, and meet me at the door
We wanna get down..
Chorus
If you wanna get down tonight,
you can bring your own girl if you like,
Don't be scared girl, I won't bite
'Cause I'm gonna bring it out of you,
All the freaky things inside of you,
It's goin' down tonight
I said, it's goin' down tonight
Yes, yes, it's goin' down tonight
Girl when we meet there,
We're gonna go, we're gonna go,
Takin' you to places you never been before, been before
I'll do freaky things you like,
You do freaky things I like,
i'm gonna make sure that you are gonna wanna come back for more
Lets try to keep this between me and you, me and you
No need to tell our friends we're comin' too, comin' too
We'll do freaky things tonight,
We'll do freaky things I like,
So girl stop playin' games and meet me at the door
Ahh, baby baby
Chorus
Hey, you're shakin' that body like its jello,
Shorty bout to make the 12 lose control,
We off up in the club like hey yo
Work it like a stripper like wo wo,
Come and take a sip of that wo-wo
She's all over me like wo-wo
In the V.I.P I'm like do it girl, shake it girl, drop it girl
Be up to the T in the V.I.P
Everybody drinkin' in the bar with me
I spot a group of ladies with they eyes on me
And I ain't gotta pick one
I can have all three
Like, what's happenin ladies, i seein' you choosin,
Everybody thinkin they be three an' they knew this
Skip the game, cut out the confusion
I'm tight talkin' over all this it's real loud
See they go fo' well we out an' lose it
Made them an offer they couldn't refuse it
Got in the two and started cruisin'
We blew draw an' they started removin'
They topless now, two of those is poppin' now
Touch here, kiss there, no stoppin' now
She look there, got her underwear slidin' down
Ooh, baby
Chorus x 2
(It's goin' down tonight..) x 2
song performed by by 112
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Change Your Ways
[Intro/Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
[LL Cool J]
Why don't you make, hah, a resolution
Heh, for God sake, give a contribution
Huh, you're filthy rich huh, so help the world
Donate some dough to the starvin' boys and girls
They ain't eatin', we're just chillin', stop the killin'
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
[LL Cool J]
Change your ways huh, start givin'
Huh, you're livin' like every day is thanksgivin'
Huh, cool songs huh, nice cars, clear sky, bright stars
Funky, funky beats on the radio be pumpin'
Hah, you're so cool, well let us tell you somethin':
Change your ways
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
[LL Cool J]
Hey you, don't be stupid, comprehend
the words I'm speakin' to a beat
that's crazy funky and keeps the people freakin'
Just trust through us, you're listenin' to God talk
Mic check 1, 2, huh, hey fellas tell 'em what they need to do
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
[LL Cool J]
Come on, come on, let's do it, let's do it
There's just so many of us, huh
hey yo, there ain't nothin' to it
We're just too strong, can't nothin' stop the movement
Hah, party people listen - the world has room for improvement
The groove is small and I know you've
been thinkin' a lot about this jam
So take his hand and take her hand
and let's all lend a hand to our fellow man
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
[LL Cool J]
We can do it, we can do it, we can do it
We can do it, we can do it, we can do it
We can do it, we can do it, we can do it
We can do it, we can do it, we can do it
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
[LL Cool J]
We can do it, hah, that's right, but you gotta, gotta warn her
We gotta help the junkies tastin' their dream
fiendin' on the corner
Cause yo we got the power
And man we are the world, so what you wanna do
What you wanna do homeboys and all you fly girls?
Put your cigarette out, throw away your drink
Take a moment of silence to stop and think
Hah, we gotta change our ways huh
Or we'll never see brighter days
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
[Outro: LL Cool J]
Word up, youknowhatI'msayin'?
All we gotta do is change our ways
and everything will be aight youknowhatI'msayin'?
There's so far to go youknowImean?
But we gotta keep fightin', we gotta struggle youknowhatImean?
And we stay alive, only the strong survive
So part of you can change your ways and you'll be aight
Peace from LL Cool J
[Chorus]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Change your ways
song performed by by LL Cool J
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Prettyman
Dont hate me, cuz Im beautiful
Hey now - whats up?
Ah, you know 2 come over here
Staring at a brother so hard
Say u what?
Chorus:
If u wanna be my baby
Got 2 tell me so
Overconfident lady
Better act like u know
If u wanna be my baby
Come on, take my hand
Tell me that u wanna get with...
A prettyman
See me up here dancing ...
Dancing on the blow
Got 2 do about doing
Just a little more
Where I wear my knickers
Round this booty tight
Make a sucker gonna call me up
Every night
Hey
Chorus
Everywhere I go
People stop and stare
They just wanna see me swing
This pretty hair
What ever comfort up
Just want grow
Like my brother
Buy some more
Hey!
If u wanna be my baby
Got 2 tell me so (tell me, tell me)
Overconfident lady (hurry up)
Better act like u know (do u know)
If u wanna be my baby
Come on, take my hand (take my hand)
Tell me that u wanna get with... (say)
Prettyman
If u wanna be my baby (prettyman)
Prettyman (prettyman)
Begin
In the early morning
When Im feeling nice (prettyman)
I walk by the mirror
And kiss it twice (prettyman)
When it cover perfume
Its on the shelf
I get it down
Hit me, your body around
I, i, I smell myself
Hey
Now
Prettyman
Do u...
(prettyman)
I aint u
See out
Prettyman
Come on band, break down (prettyman)
I dont care about money
I buy gold by the once
Y2k not today day
I write a check and the bank bounce
Superbowl used 2 be my nickname
If u ask about love
No money might guarantee
When Im a bow
Pretty
Man
Chorus
Maceo {maceo parker - sax}
Brother - can u blow
Pretty (prettyman)
Come harder
[...]
Wait - stop - go (prettyman)
Maceo - can u ...
Maceo - can u blow
Hey!
Prettyman (prettyman)
Oh yeah
Cant scream now - {screams}
(prettyman)
Cant scream now - {screams}
(prettyman)
Hey
{phone rings}
Hello
Who is it? (prettyman)
Yes, this is the prettyman (prettyman)
{hangs up}
Princeig! {german for: prince-like}
song performed by by Prince
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Slam Dunk The Funk
Slam Dunk The Funk
Five
(5ive)
Five bad boys with the power to rock you
Blowing your mind so you gotta get into
Five, whatcha waiting four if you wanna
Three (three)
Two (two)
One let's do it
Do you wanna get freaky
when the five of us make one
You gotta push the good vibe on
If you really wanna feel it
Got da flava in my song
But I really need to know
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You gotta shoot, pass, slam baby time to set it off
I'll be up, up away, above the rim and hook a shot
Ally oop, baby, whoop, there it is and now I gotcha
Three seconds left, it's just enuff for me to rock ya
Now check it, how I flip it rock a beat 'cause
I get with it and everybody wants to be the man
with a hey, yippee yo yippee four quarter slam
everybody grab a party and just get on down
Do you wanna get down
Do you wanna get funky
Do you wanna get down
Get on down
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
You wanna know what hits you like a fork lift truck
We got J, AB, Rich, Sean and Scott rocking the extra
Curricular ladies love particular fella
Who knock da meter get the boom shake regular
Five bad boys, honey no, we don't quit til we hit
The rebound sound with a kick
So come on everybody, everybody in tune
As I boomshake n' rock a body
Gimme room
Clap your hands
Stamp your feet
Push it in, pull it out to the beat
[Chorus:]
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk, put it up
(If you got that feeling)
Slam dunk da funk
(put it up)
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song performed by by Five
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If Ya Gettin Down
Chorus:
If ya gettin down baby
I want it now baby
Come and get it on baby
I want it now baby
If ya gettin down baby
I want it now baby
Move it all around baby
I want it now baby
I wanna take a little time
To refresh your mind
Cos the boyz are back in town
With a different kinda funk
Whos gots da funk?
We gots da funk - right!
Everybody wanna boogie down tonight
Now throw your hands up in the sky
Move em round from side to side
I got what it takes
The beats that brace the funky bass
Ill give your body crazy shakes (come on)
Bridge:
I heard somebody say (what? )
Shes at the party so (huh)
Im gonna get me some (uhhhhhhhhhhhhh).
Chorus
Wiggi wiggi Im gettin jiggi
Open up the door, I got the keys to your city
Youre lookin kinda pretty
Dance till you drop and it dont stop until it goes pop
Dance how you wanna dance
Lets all get down while we got da chance
Ive still got 12 seconds on the clock, thats mine
And I aint gonna stop till the sun dont shine
Line after line
I flow like rhyme after rhyme
Just like time after time.
Keep it up till you feel the heat
And get down once you hear the beat (uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
Bridge
Chorus
There aint no problem that we cant fix
Cos we can do it in the mix
Now if your man gives you trouble
Well be there on the double
Guaranteed well be hittin for six (come on, yeah)
I heard somebody say (what? )
Shes at the party so (huh)
Im gonna get me some (uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh)
(chorus until end)
song performed by by Five
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Love 2 The 9s
U say that u love me like river
A river u sayll never run dry
Id rather hear u say 4 ever
Instead of a smile Id rather see u cry
Dont use the magical
Mysterious, intoxicating, joy fantastic
Fascinating word called love
Unless u love me 2 the 9s
This is the only kind of love
That Ive been dreaming of
The kind of love that takes over your
Body, mind, and soul
Love 2 the 9s
Baby, (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved, sugar (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 4 all time (4 all time)
Baby, take a real good look at my face
Cuz honey, it just might be the last time
Maybe u should have played an ace
Instead u played the queen
Ud be better off cheatin than tryin
2 read my mind
Dont use the magical
Mysterious, intoxicating, joy fantastic
Fascinating word called love
Unless u love me 2 the 9s
This is the only kind of love
That Ive been dreaming of
The kind of love that takes over your
Body, mind, and soul
Love 2 the 9s
Baby, (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved, sugar (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 4 all time (4 all time)
Love me 2 the (9s)
Stay awake 4 4teen hours
Listen 2 the band play new power soul
We got 2 get with this
Dancing 2 the beat til we lose our mind control
Can I get a witness?
Im lookin 4 a lover with a body that says some mo
I want 2 see the booty boom before I even let
Her get close enough 2 smell perfume
Im lookin 4 a phd
Ass piled high and deep u see
I cant help it - like a honey 2 a bee -
If the booty boom she gonna go with me
And then t. will whip out a 37 questionnaire and
Machine gun a sister like he just dont care
Machine gun a sister like he just got 2
Just got 2, just got 2 - hit it
Name - arabia
Age - jailbait
Occupation, if any - sex symbol to many, but I really got a beautiful mind
Fine, fine. what sign u are - stop sign
Well, whats your favorite car - green rolls-royce
How many kids u got - egads, Im shocked!
How many books u read - is hemmingway dead?
Well whos the president now - does it matter? wow
Then how u gonna make that booty boom?
how Im gonna make that booty boom?
I say how u gonna make that booty boom
how Im gonna make that booty boom...
step back, give a girl some room
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Dance girl - lemme see the booty boom
Yo, check this out
Would u hug me on a crowded street?
Could u keep your cool if I washed your feet?
U soul a bath
What if I gave it, your body I ask
How long would u save it?
Could u lie down on a bed of thorns
While I drink your ocean dry?
And if we said we loved each other
Instead of smilin, would u cry?
Could u kiss 3 times with your dress upside
Downstroked and laughin
Would u stay awake 4 4teen hours
Listenin 2 the grass grow?
I ask thee would u, could u,
Would u love me 2 the 9s (Ill love u 2 the 9s)
Would u, could u,
Will u love me for all time? (Ill love u 4 all time)
Would u, could u,
Will u love me 2 the 9s (Ill love u 2 the 9s)
(love 2 the 9s)
(love 4 all time)
Wanna be loved, sugar (love 2 the 9s)
Wann be loved 4 all time (love 4 all time)
Love me 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
I wanna be loved 2 the 9s (2 the 9s)
4 all time
2 the 9s, 2 the 9s, 2 the 9s
2 the 9s, 2 the 9s, 2 the 9s
song performed by by Prince
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Dip It Low Ft. Fabolous & Shawnna
[Christina:]
Christina Milian
Fabolous
[Fabolous:]
F-A-B
[Shawwna:]
Shawnna
[Christina:]
Poli Paul
Spencow, baby
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
That's real talk, then why not make him wait for you?
If he really wants you, if he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy, I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you?
Thats when you give it to him good. . .
[Chorus (Christina:)]
Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out, let your back go
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'm-a show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
Dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out, let your back go
Pop, pop, pop that thang
I'm-a show you how to make your man say "Ohh"
[Christina:]
You gettin' bold
It's growin cold
It's just the symptoms of a young love growin' old
You think it's time
And you thinkin' of leavin', but give it time
It's late at night
He's comin home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know it's on
If you understand me, y'all come on
All my ladies wind it up if you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind and show her what you wanna do
All my ladies wind it up if you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind and show her what you wanna do
(Ooh Ooh)
[Repeat Chorus]
[Fabolous:]
Baby girl, the way you pop, pop, pop that thang
I might stop to shop and cop you thangs
You know I drop the top and hop that thang
Sometimes I stop my bop to pop my thangs
You sure know how to make a man say Ohh
And how in the world can a man say No?
The way you grind it up on the wall, wind it up like a doll
And you know I Bacardi Lime it up till you fall
Line it it till you spoiled
And have them other chicks throwin vomit up
When they can find it up in the mall
Like most men I love to catch up with a model
But I aint used to movin slow like ketchup in a bottle
The best things come to those who wait for it
But Im-a be straight forward before its too late for it
I want you to dip it low, pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out and make me say Ohh
[Christina:]
Ohh!
[Shawnna:]
Yo, I got em diggin me, feelin the way I groove with it
And no ones killin me, thinkin of what to do with it
If its speakin and peekin under that blue-fitted
Send me a drink and Ill blame youre makin a move with it
We at the bar sippin, we on the floor dippin
We in the car trippin, we at the crib kissin
So now its on, said you can see really what I want
See you wanna pump all in that body, but no
You seen that booty drop, OK now make it pop
OK now shake your top, Oh baby, make it stop
Thats what they all say, I can make em, break em all day
What you thinkin? Got the Jacob all gray
In the hallway by the room, only play by the rules
You dont hate by the tunes, drop, say Badaboom
See baby boy, you killin em, do your thang
Me and Milian doin Mike Avis and Boomerang now
[Repeat Chorus]
[Christina:]
We can move if you wanna
We can move if you wanna
We can move if you wanna
We can move. . .
[Repeat Chorus x2]
Oh, oh. . .
song performed by by Christina Milian
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Run My Back
[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
Sippin somethin on the rocks
I got a shorty that makes the bed hop
I got plans to spoil you even though you sayin stop
Ima drop that phantom on you baby watch
Roberto Cavali and the Denali, am I hot?
Malibu Beaches and hydrofoil yachts
Baddest Mercedes, Lorenzos, and silver fox
I keep it flowin see we goin to the top
Ima get you everything, give a damn how much you tell me to stop
You want it hotter then we take it 'cross seas
Party jumpin is bumpin, tokin somethin in Belize
... I know you want it sucka free
Know you wantin to shine, even though you fightin me
... Take it easy player
Talkin greasy player, know you can feel me player
Uhh... you put it down tight
Yeah you not havin what you want dont even sound right
[Chorus: Timbaland]
Hey lady! I'm gonna hit you with a wine Mercedes
Somebody's gotta work with the mouth my baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back!
I said MY baby
Watch television is the Escalade-y
Go shoppin when you want to baby
All you do is rub my back
Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Rub my back! Ohh!
[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
Lay down for a while preety, relax a minute
... I caught a feelin when you represented
Gave you that Mercedes, you better get up in it
... Get off the corner, come to pop some vintage
You never seen a player flip your whole life
Dip the Caddy on the freeway, hittin the strobe light
... You got a mean walk at times right?
Im here to shine like, I get your mind right
Uhh, Charles Jordan girl if you wanna take a hit
Gotta? between the lippers this is it
... Lazy, lay back and court the chips
Some call it trickin or ballin, depends on who you wit
Him or L baby, so who you gonna pick
Mack motor, I told ya, I want ya livin rich
You don't know about a brother
Blow around a brother, money flow around a brother
[Chorus]
[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
Dont trip I know you like the rocks
Wanna dip round the corner in the drop
Music bumpin you frontin although you say you're not
... You got your eyes on the watch
You love the Pasha, the ?, the Cartier is hot
... Baby you need somethin, shop
You got me trippin and goin bananas, baby stop
I caught a mean one, you never seen one
She like cream, how brothers gonna front on me?
Spoilin somethin the average homey never see
I mean its only some money, nuttin to me
... But yet and still you question me
I got is that's if you want it or ima set you free
... Got em in line they beggin me
Baby regardless your body is killin me
Girl Im lovin your anatomy
Your personality, so whatcha want from me?
[Chorus]
song performed by by LL Cool J
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Human Touch
Give me what I'm askin' for
Stop bringin' me down or I'll slam the door
You're getting out of line with the Beverly Boys
You start makin' the moves they start makin'
the noise
You know you're not getting lucky
livin' the life because you're movin' to
the jungle and paying the price
You're livin' right along with the
New Brady Bunch
Have your people call my people and let's do lunch
Reaction to the actin there's more to me
than human flesh
I've had enough distractions I need some tenderness
[CHORUS:]
Human Tough I gotta know it's real
I'm tired of people sellin' their sex appeal
Human Touch I need human love
no imitations of oh baby
A bird in the busy is worth two in
the street-you know the kind of people
never want to meet you're sitting really
pretty in your swimming pool with your
rock 'n roll tan you keep thinkin' you're
cool
You know you can't reach Jesus on your
portable phone he ain't speakin' to the people
in their Hollywood homes with a toot
in your snoot and your loot to boot
you don't even give a hoot about the
minds you pollute
Lookin' for deceptions there's more to me
than human flesh I'm finding new
directions I need some tenderness!
[CHORUS]
I'm lookin' for the real thing there's more
to me than human flesh I'm gonna
stop at nothin'
[CHORUS]
You can't reach Alanis on her portable phone
it'll be ringin' off the hook 'caus nobody's home...
song performed by by Alanis Morissette from Alanis
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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