Made You Look
[shotgun blast]
[old school break beat, thugs chant bravehearts! 7x]
[verse 1: nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now lets get it all in perspective
For all yall enjoyment, a song yall can step wit
Yall appointed me to bring rap justice
But I aint five-o, yall know its nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but dont say my cars topless
Say the titties is out, newness heres the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, kinga the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor mens at
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop like we bringing 88 back
[chorus: nas]
They shootin! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big/big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas? where them dimes at?
They shootin! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big/big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at?
[verse 2: nas]
This aint rappin, this is street-hop
Now get up off your ass like your seats hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunka the car we got the streetsweeper
Dont start none, wont be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You dont wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimps drink down in his pimp cup
Thats the way you get timberlandd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killersca move swift
Girls get close, youca feel where the tools kept
All my just-comin homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
[chorus]
[thugs chanting bravehearts! 4x over dj scratching gunshots]
[verse 3: nas]
I see niggaz runnin, yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters dont box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like pun said, you aint even en mi clasa
Maybach benz, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
[record scratched off, nas rhymes acapella]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
Im a leader, at last this a don you wit
My ninesll spit, niggaz loose consciousness
song performed by by Nas
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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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Thug Mentality
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin its the way I choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day I day.
(repeat)
I really wanna know why everywhere
We have the same talk.
So we struggle daily gotta survive, its world wide.
Even thugs (? ) hustlin doing whatever it gets to get da money
Lookin at the whole world wide of thugs, but you got to keep it
Real if you want to make the bills (? )
And thats real really, my thugs for me put your fists in the air yeah.
Krayzie coming into the war and imma make a thug stare.
Ready to rumble, I swear, we coming from everywhere.
Where my thugs at, where they at?
Buck rats.
Comin lets do da enemy now, (? )
Kickin alot of frustration harlem world get em knives for playa hation.
So come on we gotta roll, and wouldnt you know
They aint ready for the war all the rest take slow (? )
Make them feel the pain, two double o-o,
Its the end of the road. so what you gonna do?
Imma ride you can die if you want to.
But all them real so come on move!
Get your suits on, boots on its juvenile.
T-h ( t-h ) u-g ( u-g ) thats what we be
Across the nation pump your fist and get ready for this occasion.
Better get the fade on, I wanna see victory.
Imma tell em they should roll wit this cuz we splittin up,
Call this, we bring this.
Thats thug mentality.
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin its the way I choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day I day.
(repeat)
Every thug, even wannabe thugs, nigga thug if you got to.
Throw it up, keep it in the air,
Scream it out thug! thug! thug! thug!
Thuggin till the day I die, what am i?
If you look into my eyes, youll truly find, no kind like i.
Chillin i, gotta control both sides.
My lordy lord maintain, hard, cause Im a souljah at war.
Steady runnin wit the weapons cause its gettin better.
I figured it out, its all rhythm, if aint then it aint right.
Come on, if you wanna feel the thug...luv and its real,
We got the real thing baby.
I hate to burn ya, therm ya, stay out it if it dont concern ya.
You dont really want to get involved wit da murder.
We tell em, if you want it, you got it. we bring it
We dont stop, we gon pop shots still to the double glock glock,
Never taking no shorts, no losses man.
Yes, these things are still the same like, gotta make that money man.
Bang gotta get down for my thang,and I do it so smooth..
When Im stalkin gat foolz, walking jack moves.
Now all day run witta me shotgun, but Im blinded so I jog
And roll wit the thuggish ruggish (ruggish) bone bone bone bone.
Thats thug mentality.
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin its the way I choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day I day.
(repeat)
Where my detroit thugs, thugs?
Cincinnati thugs, thugs?
Where my columbus thugs, thugs?
My chicago thugs, thugs?
Now where my new york thugs, thugs?
Now where my texas thugs, thugs?
My kansas city thugs, thugs?
Where my milwaukee thugs, thugs?
My colorado thugs, thugs?
Where my st. louis thugs, thugs?
Where my atlanta thugs, thugs?
My alabama thugs, thugs?
My new orleans thugs, thugs?
Where my miami thugs, thugs?
Where my jamaican thugs, thugs?
My california thugs, thugs?
My arizona thugs, thugs?
My new mexico thugs, thugs?
My puerto rico thugs, thugs?
Thuggin thuggin thuggin thuggin
Cleveland, definitly..in the house.
song performed by by Krayzie Bone
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Wonderful (Remix) (Feat. Ja Rule & R
Wonderful (Remix)?
(Featuring R. Kelly and Ja Rule)
(Intro- Harmony: R. Kelly)
Huuuummmha, ha, ha, huuummm.
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Rap: Ja Rule: Verse 1)
Wanna keep you flawed with no dough?
Pimpin aint easy. Trust me I know.
When gangstas and hos,
Go, go, go, go, go, go together like chinchilla and bad weather,
Im good but been better.
All my bros, chedda and glamorous things, copped a few cars.
A crib with a east and west wing.
Cause this is how Im livin and yall women know the secrets of how to get it and keep it, how to prey on my weakness,
Cause I want the P-U-S-S-Y.
Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it aint just I,
Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on my life.
If it wasnt for the money and the things I got,
Shit, she probably wouldnt like me.
But I keep her and Irv and Jeffrey quite icy
Sip seraphin.
Who doesnt like me and the Murderous I-N-C?
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Rap: Ja Rule [and R. Kelly]: Verse 2)
I wonder why love is about money
and why you wanna take it all from me?
Honey,
My life is dark but its lovely.
Crimes, cars, cribs.
Aint that right Kelly
(R. Kelly: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!)?
Yall bitches dont know,
Money aint a thang.
Mami need a lil change,
Girl, Im pitchin quarters.
Closest to the arches but live in a fortress.
New Benzes, new Porsches,
New cases, new lawyers.
Im becoming the infamous Notorious Rule.
Niggas, couldnt walk a mile in my shoes,
Niggas dont possess the heart that I do.
And its a wonder that Im still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.),
Thought I was gone but Im still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.),
And all you bitches that left me here (R. Kelly: OH!),
Its kinda funny (R. Kelly: OH!) how you (R. Kelly: OH!) right back there
(R. Kelly: OH!).
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Harmony: R. Kelly, Ashanti, and Irv Gotti)
(R. Kelly:) Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh (Ashanti: mmmm)!
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Ashanti: hey-yeah)!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh (Ashanti: owww)!
Oh, oh, oh, oh (Ashanti: hey-yeah, mmmm)!
(Irv Gotti:) Ashanti
(Ashanti [and R. Kelly]: Verse 3)
Now, how many nights does it take to make you,
To be my love, through all these years?
Done had yo kids.
How could you wonder, hey-yeah?
See, I was wit you through the rain and thunder,
And all that cryin and that pain who-cha-grunda.
Now, tell me baby, do you still wonder, hey-yeah?
Cause Im that chick from I-N-C;
Some try to front, but then, chicks aint me.
Straight to the top, yall all gon see; all my ladies say (uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh).
Its no wonder why we still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.),
And all this hatin and we still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.).
You didnt think that we would be here (R. Kelly: OH!),
Aint (R. Kelly: OH!) no mistakin, this is (R. Kelly: OH!) our year
(R. Kelly: OH!).
(Chorus: R. Kelly and Ashanti)
(R. Kelly:) If it wasnt for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got, I wonder, hey.
Would you still want me (Ashanti: Want you)?
Would you still be calling me (Ashanti: Still calling you)?
You be loving me (Ashanti: Ill be loving you, uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh)?
(Outro: R. Kelly)
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhhh!
Oh, oh, oh, oh
song performed by by Ashanti
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Wonderful
{chorus]
[R KELLY (ASHANTI)]
If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got
I wonder, hey
Would you still want me (Want you)
Would you still be calling me (Still calling you)
You be loving me? (I'll be loving you)
[JA RULE]
Wanna keep you flawed with no dough
Pimpin ain't easy
Trust me I know
When gangstas and hos
Go go go go go go together
Like chinchilla and bad weather
I'm good but been better
All my bros, chedda and glamorous things
Copped a few cars
A crib with a east and west wing
Cuz this is how I'm livin and y'all women know the secrets
Of how to get it and keep it
How to prey on my weakness
Cuz I want the p-u-s-s-y
Got a lotta niggaz wonderin it ain't just i
Gotta keep ya cash comin and that's on my life
If it wasn't for the money and the things I got
Shit, she probably wouldn't like me
But I keep her and irv and jeffrey quite icy
Sip seraphin
Who doesn't like me
And the murderous I-n-c
[Chorus]
If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got
I wonder, hey
Would you still want me (Want you)
Would you still be calling me (Still calling you)
You be loving me? (I'll be loving you)
[ASHANTI RAP]
Now, how many nights does it take to make you,
To be my love, through all these years?
Done had yo kids.
How could you wonder, hey-yeah?
See, I was wit you through the rain and thunder,
And all that cryin and that pain who-cha-grunda.
Now, tell me baby, do you still wonder, hey-yeah?
Cause Im that chick from I-N-C;
Some try to front, but then, chicks aint me.
Straight to the top, yall all gon see; all my ladies say (uhhh-uhhh-uhhh-uhhh).
Its no wonder why we still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.),
And all this hatin and we still here (R. Kelly: Gaw.).
You didnt think that we would be here (R. Kelly: OH!),
Aint (R. Kelly: OH!) no mistakin, this is (R. Kelly: OH!) our year
(R. Kelly: OH!).
[Chorus]
If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got
I wonder, hey
Would you still want me (Want you)
Would you still be calling me (Still calling you)
You be loving me? (I'll be loving you)
[JA RULE]
I wonder why love is about money
And why wou wanna take it all from me
Honey
My life is dark but its lovely
Crimes cars cribs aint that right kelly?
(Oh oh oh oh oh oh)
Yall bitches don't know
Money aint a thang
MamI need a lil change
Girl im pitchin quarters
Closest to the arches but live in a fortress
New benzes new porsches
New cases new lawyers
im becoming the infamous notorious rule
Niggaz couldn't walk a mile in my shoes
Niggaz don't possess the heart that I do
And it's a wonder that im still here
Thought I was gone but im still here
And all you bitches that left me here
Its kinda funny how you right back there
[chorus]
If it wasn't for the money, cars and movies stars and jewels
And all these things I got
I wonder, hey
Would you still want me (Want you)
Would you still be calling me (Still calling you)
You be loving me? (I'll be loving you)
[R KELLY]
Oh oh oh oh ohhhhh
Oh oh oh oh
[repeat till fade]
song performed by by Ashanti
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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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I Dont Wanna Play Basketball
Talking [intro]
Yo, whats up with olamide, today, man?
I dont know man
Is he trippin or somthin? (yea he is)
He said he aint comin
With his main boys to the court
(wants to play ball, man)
Whats up, with that?
You know what Im sayin?
(yea whats up with that? )
Knowin that we play ball everyday
He just gonna sell out on us like that
You know what Im sayin?
Thats straight up bull man (that n*igga trippin? )
You know what Im sayin?
He trippin like a heart atack (ha, ha, ha..)
Whats up with that dog?
Hook:
We like em in the coupes... what? uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes... yea...who this?
We like em in the coupes... what? uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ...uh huh... yea
Ladies in the coupes
Verse 1: (olamide)
Today felt so good
Ladies crusin through my hood
Lookin like hollywood
And my friends up to no good
They want me to play ball
But Im sittin here waiting for youre call
Gotta get to the mall
And look at all the girls with no flaws
Chorus:
I dont wanna play basketball... yea baby
Cuz Im too small to hoop... yea baby
I just wanna get down with yall
(I just wanna get down with yall)... oh yea
With the ladies in the coupes (the ladies in the coupes)
I dont
I dont
I dont
Verse 2: (olamide)
Dont wanna got o class cuz I didnt make the team
Id rather be chasin... uh, uh
Cuz thats my only dream
Let em go play that ball
If only you could have it all...yea
Find me a rich one
Cuz baby Im fine
Chorus 2x
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes (what, what)
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh... thats right
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes... what? ... uh huh yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
We like em in the coupes...what?
(I dont wanna play basketball)...uh huh... yea
(sing it) ladies in the coupes
Chorus 3x
song performed by by Imajin
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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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Swing Your Love 2 Me
1st verse:
Hey baby boy, ya get down with a girl
That dont appreciate you
What you waiting for
Theres someone standing here
Thatll treat you like a real man
She dont care about you
Cant you understand
You need to take my hand
Holla back
Playa let me know
If you feel the need
Wont you come get with me
She dont have to know
We can creep
And keep it on the low
Or you can
Make me your woman
Boy what you waiting for
Show that girl the door
Chorus:
Swing your love to me
Swing your love to me
When in need (wont you)
Swing your love to me
Swing your love to me
Swing your love to me
Feel the need (wont you)
Swing your love to me
2nd verse:
Hey mistah dont hesitate
To swing your love in my way
This wake up call is opportunity
To correct a mistake now
And if you need instruction
Boy Ill show you how --oh--
You need a woman
Who can treat a man
Like he must be treated
From all your memories
Home girl must be deleted now
She dont love you boy
And shes never around
(chorus)
Bridge:
She aint got nothing on me
It dont take much to see
That she cant handle you
She cant move you
She cant groove you
She cant do you like I do you
Rub your body
With my fingers
You got to
Swing your love to me
(break)(chorus)(vamp)(out)
song performed by by One Voice
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Movin On
W/ silkk
*silkk*
Yo mya
I know you got a man and all
But uhh I been watchin yall
And if he aint treatin you right
bout time you move on
Now Im not trying to get in between yall two,
But you gonna move, move this way
*mya - verse 1*
Im so confused
I dont know what to do ( gonna be aiight, gonna be aiight)
But I gotta be a woman
I gotta get over you ( yeah aiight, yeah aiight)
I think I saw your babys mother
Creeping at your back door (yeah-ee yeah-ee)
And your lying ass been cheatin
And I cant take it no more oh oh
Im movin on (move on)
Chorus:
On
(movin on)(and move my way)
On
(movin on-on) (move on)
Oh-on
Ill be movin on (and move my way, say what say what)
(2xs)
*mya - verse 2*
Whose drawers are these
You know I wear a size four (huh what, say what)
And if you say that youve been faithful
Who was at your back door
You aint got no money ( it dont matter about all that, I got some)
I shouldve left you long ago (yea-ee yea-ee yea-ee)
And your stroke aint strokin no more
So Ive been sleepin all alone
(she shouldnt have to sleep by herself you know what Im sayin)
If you know what I mean
Im movin on ( move on)
Chorus (2xs)
*silkk*
Well now Im a no limit soldier
Known to keep it rowdy
You know ones that make you say uhh
And bout it, bout it
Now one to the two
Two to the three
I aint sayin leave him
But you need to like roll wit me
Cause I can see you aint happy here
When I look in your eye
You a bird
You gotta spread your wings
So now its time to fly
You aint never gotta trip
Or remind me
Im trying to live ghetto fab
Like takin baths
In bottles of don p
But I aint perfect
Just imagine me with no flaws
Like a parking lot
Wit no cars
Cell block
Wit no bars
World wit no wars
L.a.wit no stars
Check this out
I can heal your broken heart
So dont be so fast
To react so quick
Or get all mad
And try to scratch up my 6
Now you know I get paid
For bustin all kind of tight verses
See I need a girl
That I can see on top
Like silkk and mya
Or vice versa
Chorus
song performed by by Mya
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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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Miami
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Miami uh uh
Southbeach bringin the heat uh
Haha can yall feel that
Can yall feel that
Jig it out uh
Here I am in the place where I come let go
Miami the base and the sunset glow
Everyday like a mardi gras everybody party all day
No work all play okay
So we sip a little something lay to rest the spill
Me an charlie at the bar runnin up a high bill
Nothin less than ill when we dress to kill
Everytime the ladies pass they be like hi will
Can yall feel me all ages and races
Real sweet faces
Every different nation spanish hatian indian jamaican
Black white cuban and asian
I only came for two days of playing
But everytime I come I always wind up stayin
This the type of town I could spend a few days in
Miami the city that keeps the roof blazin
Chorus
Party in the city where the heat is on
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
Welcome to miami
Buenvenidos a miami
Bouncin in the club where the heat is on
All night on the beach till the break of dawn
Im goin to miami
Welcome to miami
Verse 2
Yo I heard the rainstorms aint nothin to mess with
But I cant feel a drip on the strip its a trip
Ladies half dressed fully equipped
And they be screamin out will we loved your last hit
So Im thinkin ima scoot me somethin hot
In this south sea merengue melting pot
Hottest club in the city and its right on the beach
Temperature get to ya its about to reach
Five hundred degrees
In the carribean seas with the hot mommies
Screamin aii poppy
Everytime I come to town they be spottin me
In the drop bentley aint no stoppin me
So cash in your door
We flow to this fashion show
Pound for pound anywhere you go
Yo aint no city in the world like this
An if you ask how I know I gots ta feed the film
Chorus
Verse 3
Dont get me wrong shytown got it goin on
An new york is the city that we know dont sleep
An we all know that l a and philly stay jiggy
But on the sneak miami bringin heat for real
Yall dont understand
I never seen so many dominican women with cinnimon tans
Mierda this is the plan
Take a walk on the beach draw a heart in the sand
Gimmie your hand
Damn you look sexy
Lets go to my yacht in the west keys
Ride my jetskis loungin in the palm trees
Cause you gotta have cheese for the summerhouse piece on southbeach
Water so clear you can see to the bottom
Hundred thousand dollar cars eybody got em
Aint no surprise in the club to see sly stallone
Miami my second home
Chorus to fade
song performed by by Will Smith
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Rhymes
Without a doubt Im comin back and if you dont know
Call me s. i. r. t. double o
I like to say these rhymes, I do it all the time
I make my own damn beat now all the money is mine
I carry big fat wives, I treat my girls like guys
Ask em who do they love? and they all say tide
Im just an m.c. rapper and nothin else
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Could you be like me? I rap my none stop rhymes
You will never hear pause when I say these lines
So go on and on, Im sir too short
Just what youve been lookin for
Like pcp or pure cocaine
Dj universe got you sprung in the game
You make money, hear my rap from coast to coast
From host to host, I hear the toast:
Too short, love the way you that hit
Heres to you, keep rhymin and boy dont quit
I say this is how it goes when I say my rap
Most times when I rhyme wouldnt be like that
cause the way I write rhymes you will comprehend
Ill keep rappin to the very end
And if you call me fake Ill say so what?
I got you standin and noddin like you just shot up
So boy straightin up Im still rappin
Comin at you fresh. do you know what happened?
Im sayin rhymes messin with your mind
I didnt want your girl cause she really aint fine
I took her to a motel couldve been a hotel
It costs me 20 dollars but I did it so well
She had to tell your sister, your sister told you
Now the whole damn town calls me playboy too
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they dont stop
Im lookin at an empty page about to fill it up
I write only the truth, speak only to you
So if I tell you to say somethin then you know what to do
I got rhymes, keep em comin, they never stop
I live in california, drive a drop top
Roll by the beach, look at the freaks
Jump in my car, I do it every week
Djs who know call me mister short
All you wanna be mothers get no child support
Im too short baby gettin rich
Get on the mic and then say... like left to right
Right to left girl stealin your heart is like petty theft
Like 10 to 9, 3 to 2
Ill always be one up on you
Like nightfall makes the sun go down
Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around
From the sea to the mountains the mountains to the sea
All youre gonna do is wanna rock this beat
Its so rough so tough when I talk this stuff
When I get on the mic I cant get enough
Im the rapper of the season, fresh and decent
All my raps are smooth and decent
Im that rapper known place to place
For the hardest raps with the hardest bass
You see I rap all the time, thats the point
When I walk in the place I just jam the joint
Singin old too shorts on the microphone
The beats so fresh cant leave me alone
You see I rap so cool I will not shout
I keep comin so hard I might knock you out
If you battle with short thats the chance you take
So you better come fresh and dont be fake
All you weak mcs with your weak drum beats
Tellin all your people you can hang with me
Count 1 to 10 count 10 to 20 and Ill just keep on makin money
Life is too short I dont stop
Im hooked on money like a junkie on top
I got to make it every day, I wont go broke
Ask me am I rich and Ill say no
Im your homeboy too short back again
Puttin oakland on the map my rap will never end
Id like to send a special thanks to the dangerous crew
For believin in me when they thought I was through
I got rhymes, I keep em comin
Im on the mic, I wont stop rappin till it comes out right
And when its beatin Ill just say lets roll
I make another record and buy some gold
I keep rhymin and I do it by myself
Im like a one man crew, you see I dont need help
I get the job done so all you fake rappers, mcs rap masters
Give it up leave that rappin to me
Realizin young buck you cant rock that beat
I rap on the mic and youll believe
Nothin aint kickin like the big old c
Its just one hard rapper spittin a rap
Not 3 or 4 suckas or a couple of saps
Like born to mack Ill cash a check
Walkin round like a fool livin up to his rep
Ill tell you life aint long
What you waitin for?
Thought you wanted to be like too short?
song performed by by Too Short
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Rap Song
[wyclef]
Wyclef on guitar.. with the black eyed peas
Here go the rap song, they wanna sing it to yall
[chorus one]
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
[verse one]
Youre like a hip-hop song yknow
I wanna be your buddy like de la soul
Let me rock +them+ bells like Im ll
I like you in a kangol and gazelles
Heres a ticket come and see me on my planet rock
Like the daddy kane, I can be your smooth op
But wait-uh every month youre the flavor
I wanna get a scoop - lat-uh!
[chorus two]
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (hows that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (hows that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song
[verse two]
She was the, public enemy #1
She was my, mona lisa when we first begun
She got me, jump-in around like everlast
Singin a, rap life with help from tash
She be my, metronome rhythm to my feet
And when we, when we do it do it to the beat
She like, my melody done by eric b., and rakim
Cause she be rockin me steadily, yo
[chorus three]
Yo, she got hips to hops
And she aint goin pop
She like a record that I wanna rock
When Im rollin in my ride cruisin down my block
Yo, and if she was a rap song
Shed be bonita applebum
And I wanna put you on
Im puttin you on, youre my favorite song
[chorus two]
[verse three]
She makes me say ho but she aint a hoe!!
She got it made with special ed (? ? ) hoe!!
Her bass is everlasting like rodney os
She myself and I comin from the +soul+
She like a beat that makes me wanna grab the mic
She like the lyrics that I wanna recite
She like the old school mic with the cable
You can bring your records and Ill bring the turntable yo
[chorus three]
[chorus two]
She like a.. she like a.. {*repeat in background*}
[wyclef]
Wyclef, jerry wonder
With the black eyed peas
Dont hurt nobody man
Takin over the universe, I told yall
Take me in, dont hurt nobody
song performed by by Black Eyed Peas
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Now
Now!
(freaks on the floor) {repeats in bg during chorus)
1 2, 1 2
Light up another one dude
Chorus:
Now! (1 2 3 4, come on, come on, freaks on the floor)
(go go yeah) (now) (go go yeah)
Now! (1 2 3 4, come on, come on, freaks on the floor)
(go go yeah) (now) (go go yeah)
1 2, 1 2, 94
Im on the set, freaks on the floor
Dont worry about my name, its 2 long 2 remember
I could tell u now but wed be here til next september
3, it be like that, see?
This aint about the trippers trippin like they know they be
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Chorus {x2}
What u wantin 2 say? (get funky)
What u wanna play? (get funky)
3 4, 3 4, 99
She the new hero cuz shes so divine
Unaffected by the system, shed rather die
Than write a rap 4 some big booty heifer gettin by
On that booty, instead of doin duty
Aspire 2 be higher, I admire so I fire
Cuz its flyer 2 be hungry than phat
Take it from this sista, yall take it from that
Its flyer 2 be hungry than phat
The ride up front is better when uve been in the back
Thats a fact
This aint about this yall, it aint about that
This aint about the booty movin pumpin the max
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Chorus {x2}
What u gonna say? (get funky)
Now u wanna play? (get funky)
40, 45, snakes alive
Say one thing, do another, its time
We chill on that
Nah, I dont need a gat
Id rather see yourself checkin ass up 2 bat 4 another swing
Anybody can sing
Theres more 2 genius than the word my sister anything I would bring
Or would u rather dine alone?
If u change your mind, u can reach me on your video phone
Its a dime, as in dollars and thats my 2 bloody cents
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Chorus {x2}
What u come 2 say? (get funky {x2})
Come on, now how u wanna play? (get funky {x2})
Band!
(now)
67, 67
Freaks dance like they in heaven
Dj dont stop the music, dj dont stop the music
Fill us with de dope track, lick us, twist us, roll us in your mouth
Light us up and take a hit, light us up and take a hit
Mmm, suck us til were dry
And when were lookin like a roach, hit the lights
Before u say goodnight though
Lets make a toast yo
This aint about this, that, what, where, or how
This about the freaks doing everything they wanna do now!
Now! {x7}
(chorus) (get funky {x4})
(freaks on the floor) (now) {x3}
(get funky) {x3}
(now)
Now!
song performed by by Prince
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I Dont Know
Dont know
(p.diddy)
All my niggas take a walk wit me
U aint gotta holla,u can talk wit me
Try to learn where my thoughts could be,and how I stack figures
Learn why Im real,still that nigga
I get money I aint gotta do a crime,shit
I hit dimes what I need with a 9
Before yall judge me be clear
We got nothing but heat here
Beware, we here
Whats my name? got chicks twisted like whats my game
Pimp thing still the same I smash it,i dont harass it
Ma,im a baller I score and pass it
Feel me,still me,filthy
Making hits is a crime i,plead guilty
And this is what we came to do
Party,diddy,usher,game is thru
Come on
(usher) (verse 1)
Its right round 11 oclock,one of your girls just called
Asked u how u look,are u ready
U tell her u look hot,not to worry at all
Niggas will be shook u doing it heavy
Shes telling u she might change but u tell her not to,surely she looks stunning
Itll be fun
The club will be full of game but none of that has got u
Me I think your runnin cause Im the one
(chorus)
I dont know what u came to do girl
What u came to do tonight
But I came to party,oh ohh
I dont know what u came to do girl
What u came to do tonight
But I came to party,oh ohh
(bridge)
Ure probably thinking to yourself whats the occasion
And belive me girl I dont just search for fun
The perfect gentlemen at every situation
And the only thing thats missing is the one
Is it u? ?
(chorus)
La la la ghetto girls,la la la suburban girls,la la la international girls
U smell me
(verse 2)
Had to take the time,to open up yo mind
Its exactly what u are.......open
U got the mesmerizing grind
Your shape should be a crime
Damn baby your a star
Your smokin
(bridge)
(chorus)
(ad libs)
(chorus)(out)
song performed by by Usher
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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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Price Tag by Jessie J
Verse 1
Seems like everybodys got a price,
I wonder how they sleep at night.
When the sale comes first,
And the truth comes second,
Just stop, for a minute and
Smile
Why is everybody so serious!
Acting so damn mysterious
You got your shades on your eyes
And your heels so high
That you can't even have a good
Time.
Pre-chorus.
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We're paying with love tonight...
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Verse 2.
(Listen, Okay.)
We need to take it back in time,
When music made us all UNITE!
And it wasn't low blows and video Hoes,
Am I the only one gettin... tired?
Why is everybody so obsessed?
Money can't buy us happiness.
If we all slow down and enjoy right now
Gurantee we'll be feelin
All right.
Pre-chorus.
Everybody look to their left (yeah)
Everybody look to their right (ha)
Can you feel that (yeah)
We'll pay them with love tonight...
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Yeah yeah
Well, keep the price tag
And take the cash back
Just give me six strings and a half stack
And you can, can keep the cars
Leave me the garage
And all I...
Yes all I need are keys and guitars
And guess what, in 30 seconds I'm leaving to Mars
Yeah we leaving across these undefeatable odds
It's like this man, you can't put a price on a life
We do this for the love so we fight and sacrifice everynight
So we aint gon stumble and fall never
Waiting to see, I've seen a sign of defeat uh uh
So we gon keep everyone moving their feet
So bring back the beat and then everyone sing
It's not about
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Chorus:
It's not about the money, money, money
We don't need your money, money, money
We just wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
Ain't about the (ha) Cha-Ching Cha-Ching.
Aint about the (yeah) Ba-Bling Ba-Bling
Wanna make the world dance,
Forget about the Price Tag.
poem by Shi Yelami
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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
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Struttin Like A G. O. D.
[chorus: repeat 2x]
Listen; I am the sun, I am the sea
I am the land, I am the tree
Im everything you want to be
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
Cause I be struttin like a g.o.d
[verse 1: busta rhymes]
Roll out the red carpet baby the God has come
No matter who you are or where you from
Check it I stay be repin the street and reppin the slum
And while you co-starrin this movie I star is the one, listen
You never imagined that I would become one of the most incredible
Until when ever Im done
Notice the God like meet you from when I was young
Blessed with such a maculess flow and a venomous tongue
How we keep you holla until you collapse on the lung
With the biggest followin the nigga slackin a nun
Able to move a mountain of niggaz havin then sprung
Just check out my women but how be havin then strung ass though
Like how the coke be havin them numb
Run up in the spot like I was holdin and clappin the gun
Now Im lose for yall Im bringin the proof to yall
Ballin and speckin the truth to yall
[chorus]
[verse 2: busta rhymes]
The chorus is singin the words that I fill in my gut
Thats why I always step with a bop and walk with a strut
And I always rep for the block and we all for the bucks
And we always step in the spot and be all for the cut
Vallet block two parkin spots all for the turck
Bounce to the world when I be tired and be gone for the month
And its all for the slut flowin like a force of the water
Keepin it runin so were the niggaz be at
Well they seein me commin
Summers people keep it clapin women just give me they lovin
They way the streets be fillin the kid they really be buggin
Like Im there dearly beloved my soldiers really be thuggin
Or how I really be slugging the ball out the ball park
Keep them whilin then ten minutes later then its sawed off
Create a small spark then down to the levels to make the walls stark
Testin the God I think he be needin them all off
[chorus]
[bridge: busta rhymes]
Listen
I keeps the hustle up in my vain
Cause its all in my blood
Fell my pain
Fell my love
Fellin niggaz struggle till the other one
[chorus - repeat 3x]
Getin to struttin like the g.o.d.
Listen
[verse 3: busta rhymes]
Im sayin we comin through when Im blockin the light
Niggas think they rockin the crowd but aint rockin it right
Make the people shout to the sound and rock for the night
Cause I stay in the struggle ready rock for the fight
I stay whipin the truck and leanin and rock what I like
And quadruple my money more than the block of the white
We sayin we bout ? ? stopin your rooms
How I be rockin the diamonds like Im dropin them jewels
[chorus]
song performed by by Busta Rhymes
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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