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Ja Rule, Uh
Shade and Irv Gotti Niggas don't want none of this [Ja Rule] Ladies call me white Kane, pure as snow Like cocaine, cutiepies powder they nose I've been preaching to the stars Ladies be livin real harder A lot of icons, but consider me God Born in the seventies The eighties was growing wit time Now it's two G nigga And the world is mine I was a smart nigga Figured if he put me on the spot Wit hot shit bubble me up till I rock Come put me on the block In a new form and new sound For Ja Rule and I'm feeling like I'm too strong I move on down to D.C., V.A. And I even did as far as Californ-I-A Come to shit They fly, they float, they snort, they smoke Hustle, bag and mope For more Down the freeway racing out of control, it's crazy When you fucking wit Rule it's shady [ ] Niggas if you hustle and stick 'em It's your life Bitches if your Fuckin and striping It's alright We all got to eat So live your life Niggas It's alright Bitches It's your life [Shade Sheist] Now I got to hit you wit some other shit Sentinella gutta shit Four sides of the chrome Flows smack you wit the rubber grip Never been a nigga, niggas wanna play they cards wit See me in the dark whip Better go call your guards quick Better go hit the block and tell them bitches that shisty shit Known the freaks face like that yellow bezel ice shit Similar response, yo that kid spit the nicest Baby re-intice this, CD's raise they prices Make a nigga chain, oaid off in a different name Maid think they got flame, Shade just hit the brain Me and Ja fucked around and made the teams A-list Two niggas from two sides, like a 7/10 split bitch [ 2x] [Ja Rule] Niggas from the East Christ from the gun to the mics I'm living my life Running through hell wit no ice It's a sin But I'd sell my lost soul to win Go to bed and die Then I'd wake up breathing again Cause I'm all in Even though shit ain't right I wake up sweatin my life every night Help me, is it the devil that going to get me Or is it God don't feel like being bothered wit me So hard to hit me, this life a sacrifice If I grow blind through the dark my kids gonna see the light If I die young it's cause a nigga too high strung Got scary love for gun wit too much weed in my lungs And still niggas screaming Ja the one, the chosen The God's only begotten son, it's my life [2x] |
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Coo', Coo', Coo'.
Uh! Uh! Mmmm! Uh! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! If you were fly, playa, then you would not, let them game on you, and take what you got! Just like a river, you gotta get flow! It's a new day, playa, act like you know! If you were fly, playa, then you would not, let them game on you, and take what you got! Just like a river, you gotta get flow! It's a new day, playa, act like you know! Cause I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy. Feelin' good Whippin' wood in the Caddie. Cause I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy. Whippin' wood. Feelin' good in the Caddie. Cause I'm a Pimp. Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Techno! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Cause I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy. Feelin' good Whippin' wood in the Caddie. Cause I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy. Whippin' wood. Feelin' good in the Caddie. Cause I'm a Pimp. Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Techno! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Got what you want, playa, got what you need. Break me off ten grand and do yo' good deed. Look in the sky! It's a bird, it's a plane! It's the Star Kitty! I'm all in yo' brain! You know Baby, I really like the way your toes look. Joi) You want me to put them shoes on that wrap around my leg? Cause I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy. Whippin' wood. Feelin' good in the Caddie. Cause I'm Daddy. I'm Daddy. Feelin' good. Whippin' wood in the Caddy. Cause I'm a Pimp. Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Techno! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Techno! Know what I'm talking about? Joi) I'm talking about messing with some motherf**kas with some real paper, Ho. Some real motherf**kin' paper. You can't talk with me unless you got that 5 Thousand. Here that, child? That's good pimpin', that's fly pimpin'. That's that real shit. All the rest of that shit you talkin' ain't shit, bitch! Ain't none of the rest of that shit you talkin' about worth a motherf**kin' thing, Ho. I'm talking about paper. That's all I'm talking about, I ain't talkin' 'bout shit else. I'm talkin' 'bout paper goin' in this motherf**kin space age? Cause all that other shit you talkin' bout, that's that yusty, that's that been there on the ground pimpin'. I'm talkin' bout in that alley pimpin'. I don't know what the f**k you talkin' about. All the rest of that shit, uh uh, naw! He ain't f**kin' up all on my face, F**k fallin' in Love with a nigga. You better work that nigga. I don't know what the f**k you talkin' about. Nobody got time for that fall in Love shit. You don't know what the f**k pimpin' is, ho, you need to motherf**kin' find out. Yo' motherf**kin' ass gon' stay broke. You need to get yourself some motherf**kin' business. Cause I'm Daddy. Daddy. Wood. Good. Caddy. I'm Daddy. Daddy. Whippin' wood. Feelin' good in the Caddy. Cause I'm a Pimp. Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Techno! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Pimp! Techno! |
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Got the right house But the wrong address
I should have my head examined I finally found the difference between A kiss and germ warfare I siphoned gasoline Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, you nose Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me My body craves your touch A snapshot of you Tucked in my shoe So close and yet so far from you I'm sitting at the back of the bus I picture you driving Your rear view mirror eyes Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, your nose Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me My body craves your touch I crave you - Your eyes, your ears, your mouth, you nose Your arms, your legs, your heart, your soul Touch me, touch me, touch me, touch me My body craves your touch |
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| 2:42 |
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| 6:29 |
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I lose all control
When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick Lick I'll put my heels on for you baby The ones that wrap all around my leg Your every touch excites me And damnit I aint too proud to beg And even when you're not around me The tingling just won't go away Don't make my body wait no longer Because this pussycat's ready to play play play play play I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick Love it when you lick Lick It feels so good I'm going crazy My eyes roll back inside my head Explore my inner warmths of pleasure And hold on tight Hope you aint scared I promise I'll return the favor I'll do that trick you can't resist Two rights don't make it wrong Makin' love 'till the break of dawn Emotions all up in a twist twist twist twist twist I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick Lick I'll put my heels on for you baby The ones that wrap all around my leg Your every touch it just excites me And damnit I aint too proud to beg And even when you're not around me The tingling, the tingling wont go away Don't make my body wait no longer Because this pussycat's ready to play play play play play Oh oh sing da da da da da da da da da da da da da ba da ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick |
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| 3:26 |
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| 4:28 |
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I miss you, baby, since you?ve been gone
Why?d you have to stay down so long? Yesterday seems so far away ?Cause I can?t see your beautiful face I do the same shit, night after night I?ve even fried that chicken you like I open up the window so you can smell it ?cross town And maybe it will bring you back around I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby I don?t know what I?m gonna do without you I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby Go on and come on home After argument number forty two I said I was really gonna be through fucking with you But all these lonely nights are killing me So now I?m-I?m longing for number forty three I listen to the silence, I can hear you sing But baby, please don?t give my purse away I?ll keep my legs together ?cause you do it better Better than those other girls and boys and we I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby And I really, really need you to come on home I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby And I really need for you to come on home I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby And I need you to come on home I miss your smell, I miss your walk I miss your laugh, I miss your talk I miss your best, I miss your worst I miss the last line, I miss the first I miss the way you never seem to care I miss the way you never play fair I miss the way you lose your keys I miss the way you get on your knees I miss the way you kiss my lips I miss the way you grab my hips I miss the way you pull my hair I miss your daisy underwear I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby And I really, really need you to come on home I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby And I need you, need you to come on home I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby I?m missing you, wishing you were here, baby And I need you to come on home |
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