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Let's get it crunk
we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Come on everybody get on up Cause you know we gots to get it crunk Mary J is in the spot tonight As I'm a make it feel alright Make it feel alright Come on baby just party with me Let loose and set your body free Leave your situations at the door So when you step inside jump on the floor Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me It's only gonna be about a matter of time Before you get loose and start loose your mind Cop you a drink go head and rock your ice Cause we celebrating No More Drama in our life With a great track pumpin' everybody's jumpin' Goin ahead and twist your back and get your body bumpin' I told you leave your situations at the door So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me We don't need no haters Just try to love one another We just want y' all have a good time No more drama in your life Work real hard to make a dime If you got beef your problem not mine Leave all that BS outside We're gonna celebrate all night Let's have fun tonight no fights Turn the great track way Making you dance all night and I Got some real heat for ya this time Doesn't matter if you're white or black Let's get crunk cuz Mary's back Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me Let's get it crunk we gon' have fun Up on in this dance for me We got ya open now ya floatin' So you gots to dance for me Don't need no hateration holleratin' In this dance for me Let's get it percolatin' while you're waiting So just dance for me |
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| 2. |
| 3:39 |
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What's your flava
Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava I met this fly girl in the club Went by the name of pecan deluxe This ice cream was high maintenance When i took her out Man it cost me 20 bucks Met this chick named walnut whip Nearly made me sick to the point of throwing up So i called chocolate chip Wit the sweet toffe crisp And i still cant get enough Your what i want Your what i need I wanna taste ya taste ya take ya home wit me You look so good Good enough to eat I wonder if i can peel your wrapper If i can be your fantasy What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me whats your flava I take em in the middle of July With tha drop top down in the park When it's summerin These ice creams lookin so fly That i just cant lie It all seems too bewildering They got these grown men running round screaming out acting worse than children but who flow better know better stack cheddar get more tongue better than this icecream better than Your what i want Your what i need I wanna taste ya taste ya take ya home wit me You look so good Good enough to eat I wonder if i can peel your wrapper If i can be your fantasy Whats your flava Tell me whats your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava Hey I'm taking em apple and cinnamon Girls arent feeling em cant stop drippin em Thats why they got me dribbling Hot fudge sauce and it's all on my timberlands I take them caramel with a hint of vanilla Wit a little chocolate sprinkling That make me spend my dividends These sweet things make me feel like a kid again Your what i want Your what i need I wanna taste ya taste ya take ya home wit me You look so good Good enough to eat I wonder if i can peel your wrapper If i can be your fantasy What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava What's your flava Tell me what's your flava |
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| 3. |
| 4:26 |
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Pick up your phone I'm on the request line[Scratching] This is a Missy Elliott one time exclusive [Chorus] Is it worth it, let me work it I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* If you got a big [elephant], let me search it To find out how hard I gotta work ya It's (I put thing down, flip and reverse it)*Backwards 2x* [Verse 1] I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya Put the pussy on ya, like I told ya Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya Your girl acting stank than call me ova Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha See my hips and my tips don't cha See my ass and my lips don't cha Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya This the kinda beat that go bha ta ta Ra ta ta ta ta ta ta ta ta Sex me so good I say blah blah blah Work it, I need a glass of wata Boy oh boy its good to know ya [repeat chorus] [verse 2] If you're a fly gyal, then get your nails done Get a pedicure, get your hair did Boy lift it up, lets make a toasta Lets get drunk, its gon bring us closa Don't I look like a HalleBerry posta? See dem Belvedere playin tricks on ya Girlfriend wanna be like me neva You won't find a bitch that's even betta I make it hot as Las Vegas weatha Listen up close while I take you backwards (Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards)*Backwards* I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want I love your braids and your mouth full of fonts Love the way my ass bump bump bump bump bump bump Keep your eyes on my bump bump bump bump bump And think you can handle this ga-dunk ga-dunk dunk Take my thong off and my ass go boom Cut the lights off so you see what I can do [repeat chorus] [verse 3] Boys, boys, all type of boys Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys ???? thanga thang, ???? thanga thang Girls, girls, get that cash If its not a foul shakin that ass Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang Just make sure you ahead of tha game Just cuz I got a lot of fame supa Prince couldn't get me change my name howpa Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no se Picture black sayin oh yesa massa Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor Minute man big red can outlast ya Who is the best, I don't have to ask ya When I come out, you won't even matta Why you act dumb like ughhh, duh So you act dumb like ughhh, duh And the drummer boy go pa rum pum pum pum Give ya some some, some of this in a bun [repeat chorus] To my fellas, ooooh Good God, I like the way you work that [scratching] To my ladies, woo You sure know how to work that, good God |
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| 4. |
| 4:46 |
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Just somethin' about you
The way I'm lookin' at you, whatever Keep lookin' at me Gettin' scared now, right Don't fear me baby, it's just Justin It feel good right, listen I kinda noticed something one night, In the club a frump face, It's kinda weird to me, since you're so fine If it's up to me your face'll change If you smile then that should set the tone Just be limber And if you let go the music should move your bones Just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love ya like I love ya You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya (Hey) Late at night I talk to you You will know the difference when I touch ya Some people are so phony Nosy 'cause they're lonely Aren't you sick of the same thing? They say so and so is datin' Love you or they're hatin' When it doesn't matter anyway 'Cause we're here tonight If you smile then that should set the tone Just be limber baby And if you let go the music should move your bones Baby, just remember Sing this song with me Ain't nobody love ya like I love ya You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya (Hey) Late at night I talk to you You will know the difference when I touch ya Yeah You know I could make you happy I could change your life If you give me that chance to be your man I won't let you down baby If you give me that chance to be your man Here baby, hold my jacket And then... Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just want to love you baby, yeah, yeah, yeah) Girl Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just wanna love ya baby) Girl.... (Pusha T) Ma' whatcha wanna do? I'm in front of you Grab a friend, see I can have fun with two Or me and you put on a stage show And the mall kids, that's how to change low Point to her they say 'Wow, it's the same glow' Point to me I say 'Yea, it's the same dough' We the same type, you my air of life You have me sleepin' in the same bed er'night (Malice) Do a robbery, you deservin' the best Take a few shots Let it burn in your chest We could ride down Pumpin' N.E.R.D in the deck Funny how a few words turn into sex (I just love your....brain..) Play number three, Joint called 'Brain' Ma, take a hint Make a swerve in the lane The name Malicious And I burn every track Clipse and J Timberlake Now how heavy is that? Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just wanna love ya baby, yeah, yeah, yeah) Girl.. Maybe we'll fly the night away (I just wanna love ya baby, girl...) Ain't nobody love you like I love ya (Can't love ya like I do) You're a good girl and that's what makes me trust ya (Makes me trust ya like I do, hey) Late at night I talk to you (hey) You will know the difference when I -- (Break it down) You know I used to dream about this when I was a little boy I never thought it would end up this way Drums... (Hey) It's kinda special right, yeah You know, if you think about it Sometimes people are just destined Destined to do what they do And that's what it is Now everybody dance |
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| 5. |
| 3:49 |
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[Britney]
For whatever reason, I feel like I've been wanting you all my life You don't understand I'm so glad we're at the same place At the same time It's over now I spotted you dancin' You made all the girls stare Those lips and your brown eyes (Oooh) And the sexy hair I should shake my thang (Ooh) Make the world want you (Ha Ha Ha) Tell your boys you'll be back I wanna see what you can do (Uh) What would it take for you to just leave with me? Not trying to sound conceited but You and me were meant to be (Yeah Yeah) You're a sexy guy, I'm a nice girl (Uh) Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty world Boys! Sometimes a girl just needs one (You know I need you) Boys! To love her and to hold (I just want you to touch me) Boys! And when a girl is with one (Mmm) Boys! Then she's in control! [Pharrell From N.E.R.D] Pull the girl off the dance floor Whisper in ear Must've said somethin' bout me (What you say) Cos now she's lookin' over here You lookin' at me (He He He) With that sexy attitude But the way your girls movin' it (Uh) It puts me in the mood (Ow!) What would it take for you to just leave with me? Not trying to sound conceited But meeting you was destiny I'm from N.E.R.D, Aren't you Britney? (Don't you know?) Let's turn this dance floor into our own little nasty thing (Get Nasty!) Girls! I can't speak for no one (I get nasty) Girls! I need her all the time (I get nasty) Girls! I don't know 'bout your girl (I get nasty) Girls! But I know she's judging mine Boys! Sometimes a girl just needs one (I get nasty) [Britney] Boys! To love her and to hold (I get nasty) Boys! And when a girl is with one (I get nasty) Boys! Then she's in control! You like that Here we go Have no Fear Baby what you waiting for? Uh-huh Let me see what you can do Boys! Sometimes a girl just needs one (Ooh) Boys! (I like that) To love her and to hold (The way you move) Boys! And when a girl is with one (It's gonna turn me on) Boys! Then she's in control (Ooh) [Pharrell] Girls! I can't speak for no one (I get nasty) Girls! But I need her all the time (It's just me and you baby) Girls! I don't know 'bout your girl Girls! But I know she's judging mine (Get Nasty) [Britney] Boys [Pharrell] Girls (Ow) [Britney] Boys [Pharrell] Girls [Britney] Boys (Can't live with them) [Pharrell] Girls [Britney] Boys (Can't live without them) [Pharrell] Girls (Get Nasty!) |
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| 6. |
| 4:10 |
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Always On Time
(Ashanti) [Ja talking] OH YEAH I'm not always there when you call [Buckshots, hah], but I'm always on time Gave you my all ....baby be mine Always there when you call, always on time Gave you my all ....baby (Chorus - Ashanti) x2 Baby, I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine I'm not always there when you call, but I'm always on time And I gave you my all, now baby be mine (Ja Rule) C'mon and get a piece of this late-night lover You know, the one that swing dick like no other (shit) I know, I got a lot of things I need to explain But baby you know the game and love is about pain So, stop the complaints and drop the order restraints Our sex life's a game so bat me down in the paint 'Cause I can't wait no more 'Cause it's about a quarter-past three and shorty's eyein me I got the Bentley valeted And I'm just outside of Jersey, past the Palisades And I love to see that ass in Gucci shades Hold down on the bed while I'm yankin your braids Thug style, you never thought I'd make you smile While I'm smackin your ass and fuckin you all wild [With Ashanti] But we share, somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Girl, get a grip, c'mon, pull it together It's only a sunshower, we been through worse weather Like the stormy nights you wrote a "Dear Ja" letter And took my Benz and keyed and cut the leather Bitch, you know better, we live M-O-B Money Over Bitches, Murder, I-N-C I got two or three hoes for every V And I keep 'em drugged up off that ecstasy I'm a playground legend like Kirk with Pee-wee Name a nigga in the league got more game than me I play hard, there's so many women I fathered Meet 'em with scars and send 'em home hot and bothered Truth or dare, this life ain't apparantly fair And a love with no glare is a crystal stare But we share [with Ashanti] somethin so rare, but who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ja Rule) Oh I'm, feelin like ya livin a, double life 'Cause you don't be comin home, sometimes Baby, but you're always, on time, checkin for one time You and I, got a special bond together We go back like bombers boo, in the coldest weather And when I play you play the same way you freak me baby I fuck you crazy Then I'm gone Baby don't really want me to get up and leave off that easy She'll be wakin up wet for sheezy Remind these bitches to mind they business Believe me, this pimp game is very religious And I'm built like the Don Bishop Gon' keep this money-green Benz and my hoes as my witness The life we share is a thug affair [With Ashanti] But who cares, you care (Chorus) x2 (Ashanti) Always there when you call.........I'm always on time Gave you my all... baby be mine always there when you call, I'm always on time Gave you my all, baby, be mine * Here at W-I and Z we play nuthin but da hits...nuthin but da hits... nuthin but da motha fuckin hits...* |
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| 7. |
| 3:11 |
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no im not tryin to be rude
but hey pretty girl im feelin you the way you do the things you do remind me of my Lexus coup thats why im all up in yo grill tryina get you to a hotel you must be a foot ball coach the way you got me playin the field baby gimme that toot toot and i'll give you that beep beep runnin her hands through my fro bouncin on 24's while they say on the radio this is the remix to ignition hot and fresh out the kitchen mama rollin that body got evey man in her wishin sippin on coke and rum im like so what im drunk it's the freakin weekend baby im about to have me some fun Bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce bounce Bounce bounce bounce come on now it's like murder she wrote once i get you out them clothes privacy is on the door still they can hear you screamin more girl im feelin what you feelin no more hopin and wishin im about to take my key and stick it in the ignition so gimme that toot toot and i'll give you that beep beep runnin her hands through my fro bouncin on 24's while they say on the radio this is the remix to ignition hot and fresh out the kitchen mama rollin that body got evey man in her wishin sippin on coke and rum im like so what im drunk it's the freakin weekend baby i'm about to have me some fun crystall poppin' in the stretch navigator we got food every where as if the party was catored we got fellas to my left honnies on my right we bring em both together we got drinkin all night then after the show it's the after party and after the party it's the hotel lobby and round about 4 you gotta clear the lobby then head take it to the room and somebody can i get a toot toot can i get a beep beep runnin her hands through my fro bouncin on 24's while they say on the radio this is the remix to ignition hot and fresh out the kitchen mama rollin that body got evey man in her wishin sippin on coke and rum im like so what im drunk it's the freakin weekend baby im about to have me some fun this is the remix to ignition hot and fresh out the kitchen mama rollin that body got evey man in her wishin sippin on coke and rum im like so what im drunk it's the freakin weekend baby im about to have me some fun girl we off in this jeep foggin windows up blastin the radio in the back of my truck bouncin up and down stroke it round and round to the remix we just thuggin it out |
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| 8. |
| 4:29 |
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What's love
Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It's about us it's about trust babe What's love Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It should be about us it should be about trust babe What's love slow down baby Let you know from the gate I don't go down lady I wanna chick with thick hips that licks her lips She can be the office type or like to strip Girl you get me aroused how you look in my eye But you talk too much man you're ruinin my high Don't wanna lose the feelin cause the roof is chillin It's on fire and you lookin good for the gettin I'm a rider whether in a hoodie or a linen A provider you should see the jewelery on my women And I'm livin it up Squad stay fillin the truck With chicks that's willin to triz with us You say you gotta man and you're in love But what's love gotta do with a little menage After the par tay me and you Could just slide for a few and she could come too That's love Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It's about us it's about trust babe What's love Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It should be about us it should be about trust babe Mami I know you got issues you gotta man but you need to understand that you got somethin with you Ass is fat frame is little Tattoo on your chest with his name in the middle I'm not a hater I just crush a lot And the way you shake your booty I don't want you to stop You need to come a little closer And let me put you under my arms like a Don is supposed ta Please believe you leave with me We be freakin all night like we was on E You need to trust the God and jump in the car For a little heartache at the Taj Mahal What's love Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It's about us it's about trust babe What's love Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It should be about us it should be about trust babe Yo I stroll in the club with my hat down Michael Jack style hot steppin who the mack now Not my fault cause they love the kid Might be the chain or the whip I don't know what it is We just party and bullshit c'mon mami put your body in motion you got a nigga open You came here with the heart to cheat So you need to sing the song with me All my ladies come on When I look in your eyes there's no stoppin me I want the Don Joey Crack on top of me Don't want your stacks just break my back Gonna cut you no slack cause I'm on it like that Come on and put it all on me on me What's love Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It's about us it's about trust babe What's love Got to do got to do with it babe What's love It should be about us it should be about trust babe What's love |
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| 4:17 |
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[Janet]
Ha, ha, who, who Thought you'd get the money, too Greedy, greedy, greedy Try to have the cake and eat it, too. [Missy Elliott] Missy! Ha, ha! Remix! Yo, check this out you greedy motha f****** I changed all my credit cards, And switched all the locks to all my doors You thought my heart would be destroyed Look around cuz I'm chillin' boy Whatcha goin' get your lawyer for? I makes my dough and just for sure you know Your lawyers should have let you know, you know, When you sue me you gonna be broke, you know, Ain't no way you gonna bring me down easy Any chick that you stick is real sleazy Before I need you, I bet you gonna need me You ain't want me, anyway you wanted to be me. What made you think I wanted to keep you around While I work my a** off while you just lounge around, huh? You slump, bum, son of a gun, And uh, How much you worth? I think negative, done [Janet] Sharp shooter into breakin' hearts A baby gigolo, a sex pistol Hollerin' at everything that walks No substance, just small talk Know why you're feelin' on that girl's behind, You got a sleazy, one track mind Workin' your work until you find Who's goin' home with you tonight. [Janet (Missy)] Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim? (That's right now) Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talkin' about) Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers, you don't really love her? Oh, (Oh!) It's gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down, gun slugger shoot 'em up [Janet & Carly Simon] I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, Don't you, don't you, don't you. [Missy] I'm doin' better without you, and I'm happy without you. [Janet] Sweatin' me but I'm not you're type, You think you irk me, and you're so right, I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out, Stupid b**** in my beach house No, I ain't gonna go and act a fool, And be the lead story, on the n**** news Not me, sucker, I'd never be your lover, I'd rather make you suffer, you stupid motha f***** [Janet (Missy)] Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim? (That's right now) Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talkin' about) Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers, you don't really love her? Oh, (Oh!) It's gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down, gun slugger shoot 'em up [Missy] You must have thought you had game, now you, what? Walkin' 'round, like you're down, you don't give a: But you don't really wanna be forgot into the streets, I'm a lover, not a fighter, but I crack your teeth Boy I plead please, no, don't bother me. Cuz when you had me you ain't know how to chill wit' me You wanna be in the streets with the freak-nies But now you all up on them knees, still joggin' me. But I'm gonna say it real, real, keep it real, What the deal? How you feel? Is it real? Is you sick? Cuz I'm the deal, still here, what the feelin' Is real, don't front, cuz boy I'm the: I'm doin' better without you, playa, and I'm happy without you, playa, This song is about you, playa Motha f***** son of a gun, Janet! [Janet] Got a chip upon your shoulder, I just knocked it off, Show me what you're gonna do, I ain't 'bout to run, You have just run out of ammunition, Shootin' blanks now, you son of a gun. [Missy] Missy, Janet, Carly [Janet (Missy)] Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna give it to? Who you gonna steal it from? Who's your next victim? (That's right now) Oh, (Oh!) Who you gonna lie to? Who you gonna cheat on? Who you gonna leave alone? (That's what I'm talkin' about) Oh, (Oh!) What you gonna tell her, after she discovers, you don't really love her? Oh, (Oh!) It's gonna be a show down, knock down, drag down, gun slugger shoot 'em up [Carly (over Janet and Missy)] No, no, no, no, no, it's not what you say, it's what you do You're so vain, You probably think this song is about you, Don't you, don't you, don't you, don't you. [Janet & Carly] I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, I betcha think this song is about you, Don't you, don't you, don't you. [Janet] Ha, ha, who, who Thought you'd get the money, too Greedy, greedy, greedy Try to have the cake and eat it, too. |
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| 11. |
| 4:18 |
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Would you be my girlfriend
Check it Check it He don't want ya like I want ya believe me, boo, I been told he don't appreciate ya much I could tell be the way he holds ya He don't love ya like I do love you or squeeze ya like I squeeze I make your neck pop back and in fact I buckle your knees Ok, Baby what's it gonna take for you to be my lady Tell me right now I hear your friends say you should Your parents tell you what's good your little sister keeps yellin' Nelly, I wish you you would But ya hesitatin' debatin' wether or not it's real I ain't shootin' game boo I'm just tellin' ya how I feel I'm diggin' everything about you your hips and the way they swing I'd hate to see ya leave boo but let us see you all the way I'd be your personal shrink, boo I care what ya think I bought the bently in pink cause my dough in sync Now tell your man bye bye and tell him you're long gone Ain't no needin' waitin' up you done got you another home woo I don't know why you care why you thinkin' bout him huh? He doesn't even know you're there 'Cause he don't love your eyes And he don't love your smile Girl you know that ain't fair The middle of the night Is he gonna be by your side Or will he run and hide You don't know cause things ain't clear And baby when you cry Is he gonna stand by your side Does the man even know you're alive I got an idea Why don't you be my girlfriend I'll treat you good I'll treat you good girl I know you hear your friends when they say you should 'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star The one to show you where you are Girl you should be my girlfriend Does he know what you feel know what you feel? Are you sure that it's real are you sure? Does he ease your mind Or does he break your stride? Did you know that love could be a shield yeah The middle of the night Is he gonna be by your side Or will he run and hide You don't know cause things ain't clear And baby when you cry oh no Is he gonna stand by your side? no no Does the man even know you're alive I got an idea... listen girl Why don't you be my girlfriend yeah yeah I'll treat you good I'll treat you good girl I know you hear your friends when they say you should 'Cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star The one to show you where you are Girl you should be my girlfriend Need a Fianc'e, cute as Beyonce Ghetto like Da Brat Ready to scrap when I say The talents of Alicia, fall Miss Keys Take the hips off Trina And the lips off Eve I put you so high on a pedestal It might make your nose bleed So much ice around your ankles And watch your toes freeze What's wrong ma Your man ain't bringing you joy Don't trip, flip your script to a country boy Now c'mon Ever since I saw your face Nothing in my life has been the same I walk around just saying your name Without you my world would end, yeah I've looked around this whole damn place And everything says you were meant to be My girlfriend .. oh Won't you be my girlfriend yeah I'll treat you good uh I know you hear your friends when they say you should 'cause if you were my girlfriend I'd be your shining star The one to show you where you are Girl you should be my girlfriend Would you be my girlfriend |
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| 12. |
| 3:51 |
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Shake that thing Miss Kana Kana
Shake that thing Miss Annabella Shake that thing yan Donna Donna Jodi and Rebecca Woman Get busy, Just shake that booty non-stop When the beat drops Just keep swinging it Get jiggy Get crunked up Percolate anything you want to call it Oscillate you hip and don’t take pity Me want fi see you get live ‘pon the riddim when me ride And me lyrics a provide electricity Gal nobody can tell you nuttin’ Can you done know your destiny Yo sexy ladies want par with us In a the car with us Them nah war with us In a the club them want flex with us To get next to us Them cah vex with us From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame Its all good girl turn me on ‘Til a early morn’ Let’s get it on Let’s get it on ‘til a early morning Girl it’s all good just turn me on Woman don’t sweat it, don’t get agitate just gwaan rotate Can anything you want you know you must get it From you name a mentuinDon’t ease the tension just run the program gals wan pet it Just have a good time Gal free up unu mind caw nobody can dis you man won‘t let it can You a the number one gal Wave you hand Make them see you wedding band [Chorus] Yo sexy ladies want par with us In a the car with us Them nah war with us In a the club them want flex with us To get next to us Them cah vex with us From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame Its all good girl turn me on ‘Til a early morn’ Let’s get it on Let’s get it on ‘til a early morning Girl it’s all good just turn me on Woman Get busy , Just shake that booty non-stop When the beat drops Just keep swinging it Get jiggy Get crunked up Percolate anything you want to call it Oscillate you hip and don’t take pity Me want fi see you get live ‘pon the riddim when me ride And me lyrics a provide electricity Gal nobody can tell you nuttin’ Can you done know your destiny [Chorus] Yo sexy ladies want par with us In a the car with us Them nah war with us In a the club them want flex with us To get next to us Them cah vex with us From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame It’s all good girl turn me on ‘til a early morn’ let’s get it on let’s get it on ‘til a early morning girl…it’s all good just turn me on Yo, Shake that thing Miss Kana Kana shake that thing Yo, Annabella shake that thing Miss Donna Donna Yo Miss Jodi yu’r di one and Rebecca shake that thing Yo shake that thing Yo Joanna shake that thing Yo Annabella shake that think Miss Kana Kana [Chorus] Yo sexy ladies want par with us In a the car with us Them nah war with us In a the club them want flex with us To get next to us Them cah vex with us From the day me born jah ignite me flame gal a call me name and its me fame Its all good girl turn me on ‘Til a early morn’ Let’s get it on Let’s get it on ‘til a early morning Girl it’s all good just turn me on [x2] Let’s get it on ‘til a early morning Girl it’s all good just turn me on |
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| 3:43 |
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Can you handle this
Michelle Can you handle this Beyonce Can you handle this I don't think they can handle this whoooo Better move Cause we've arrived Lookin' sexy Lookin' fly Baddest chick Chick inside Dj Jam tonight Spotted me A tender thang There you are Come on baby Don't you wanna Dance with me Can you handle Handle me You gotta do much better If you're gonna dance with me tonight You gotta work your jelly If you're gonna dance with me tonight Read my lips carefully, if you like what you see Move, groove, prove you can hang with me By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me Buckle your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe Baby can you handle this Baby can you handle this Baby can you handle this I don't think you can handle this I'm about to break you off H-town goin hard Read my hips Slap my thighs Swing my hair Squint my eyes Lookin' hot Smellin' good Groovin' like I'm from the hood Over my shoulder I blow you a kiss Can you handle Handle this I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe Move your body up and down Make your booty touch the ground I can't help but wonder why My vibe's too vibealacious for you babe I shake my jelly at every chance When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have Now let's cut a rug while we scat some jazz I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this jelly I don't think you're ready for this 'cause my body's too bootylicious for ya babe |
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| 14. |
| 3:54 |
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Eve]
Uh, uh, uh, huh Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it [CHORUS: Gwen Stefani] And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Don't fight that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy(?) Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take alot more that you to get rid of me You see I do what they can't do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishin I wrote your lines [CHORUS] [Eve] Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me 'Dancin much, get it all? now I'm complete, uh huh Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on [CHORUS] |
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| 3:47 |
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Baby girl
You know my situation And sometimes I know you get impatient But you don't put on show's to get ovations Take it to court and go through litagations And I respect ya gangsta Treat you like a princess And put something on your neck to thank ya Shes my pinch hitta When the startin lineup aint playin right I come off the bench wit her It might sound like im gassin ya But it took time to get from the back seat to the passenger We been creepin and sneakin Just to keep it from leakin We so deep in our freakin That we don't sleep on the weekend Wifey A little bit uptight Wonderin why I keep comin home in the middle of the night It'll be alright if ya'll bump heads it'll be a fight But i said it'll be alright I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let ya go You aint ever step out of line Or get out a pocket So i made sure canary sent out your locket To protect you, i'll get out and cock it And you know the barrel of my gun is big enough to spit out a rocket Oh, you gonna play dumb if cops do come through I gotta keep the top up if my drop do come through But i know the boutiques and the shops you run through So i cop her one, and cop you one too You always get a daily page, weekly ring Plus you aint too shy to do them freaky things I aint gotta put a band on your finger Or worry about you tellin' the whole world I'm ya man on springer At first you were somethin i denied Something I would slide Just do somethin in the ride But shorty Theres something that you provide Cuz the entre ain't as good without something on the side ya' know I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go Uh oh, i might be leavin the earth soon My girl gonna kill me if she smells the scent of your perfume Its gonna be a clip toss if I go back With stains of your lip gloss on my throwback She wont care if im a platinum rapper If she catch me with an empty magnum wrapper So keep it on the down low call the carsely You seen what happened with Mr. Big and R Kelly You know I care for you Anytime this chick is there for you Feelings im'ma share wit you Which makes it a Lil Mo clear for you I really wanna be with you (be with you) But I gotta be real with you (real with you) I can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But i can't let ya go Your the one i want in my life (want in my life) Already got a wife (got a wife) Can't leave you alone (no) And I know I'm living wrong But I can't let's go - |
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Boy I saw you soon as you came bouncin' through the door
You and your man's and them just look over the floor Started doing your thing And it made me notice you even more The way you turned around and looked at me It seemed as though you must have somehow felt me staring on the low Something tells me your the kind of guy I'd like to get to know I ain't even gonna front I ain't even gonna lie Since you walked up in the club I've been giving you the eye We can dance if you want Get it crackin' if you'd like It must be a full moon Feels like one of those nights Is this the first time that I'm seeing you around? Could you be visiting or are you new in town? And whatever the case I'm feeling you right here and right now Your smile and all the love you show It lets me know that you like what you see and wanna get to know me too And this could very well be the start of something special I'm happy that I met you ... baby I ain't even gonna front I ain't even gonna lie Since you walked up in the club I've been giving you the eye We can dance if you want Get it crackin' if you'd like It must be a full moon Feels like one of those nights I ain't even gonna front I ain't even gonna lie Since you walked up in the club I've been giving you the eye We can dance if you want Get it crackin' if you'd like It must be a full moon Feels like one of those nights I didn't think that I'd come here tonight And meet someone like you and start feeling the way I do Seems like we've known each other most of our lives After one conversation This must be right I ain't even gonna front I ain't even gonna lie Since you walked up in the club I've been giving you the eye We can dance if you want Get it crackin' if you'd like It must be a full moon Feels like one of those nights |
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| 4:00 |
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[Intro: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks)
Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Yeah) Aiyyo Tim man this the jump off right here man! (Jump off!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (Whoa!) Whoa! (It's Queen Bee nigga) It's the jump off (Come on) [Verse 1: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) I been gone for a minute now I'm back at the jump off (Jump off) Goons in the club incase somethin jumps off And back up before the hive let the pump off In the graveyard is where you get dumped off All we wanna do is party (Woo!) And buy everybody at the bar Bacardi (Woo!) Black Barbie dressed in Bulgari I'm tryin to leave in somebody's Ferrari Spread love that's what a real mob do Keep it gangsta look out for her people (For her people) I'm the wicked bitch of the east, you better keep the peace Or out come the beast We the best still there's room for improvement Our presence is felt like a Black Panther movement Seven quarter to eights back to back with 'em (Back to back) And I'm sittin on chrome seven times platinum [Chorus: Lil' Kim & Mr. Cheeks] This is for my peeps, with the Bentleys, the Hummers, the Benz Escalades twenty three inch rims (Oh!) Jumpin out the Jaguar with the Tims, keep your bread up And live good, East coast West coast worldwide All my playas in the hood stay fly And if your ballin let me hear you say rite (rite) [Verse 2: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) It's Lil' Kim and Timbaland niggas shit ya drawers (Come on) Special delivery for you and yours (Now) I rep for bitches he rep for boys (Uh ha) If you rep for your hood then make some noise I got my eye on the guy in the Woolrich coat Don't he know Queen Bee got the ill deep throat? Uh! Let me show you what I'm all about How I make a Sprite can disappear in my mouth....WHOA!!!!! Shake up the dice, throw down your ice (What) Bet it all playa fuck the price Money ain't a thing throw it out like rice Been around the world cop the same thing twice Rub on my tits (Huh!) squeeze on my ass (Oooh!) Gimme some UH!!! step on the gas (Ah) Pop the cork and roll up the hash (Roll it!) You know what we about, sex, drugs and cash [Chorus] [Verse 3: Lil' Kim] (Mr. Cheeks) Enter the world of the Playboy pin up girl Buttnaked dressed in nothin but pearls You wanna meet me cause ya, know I'm freaky And ya, wanna eat me cause ya, say I'm sexy Got a man in Japan and a dude in Tahiti Believe me sweety I got enough to feed the needy No need to be greedy I got mad friends that's pretty (Hey!) Chicks by the layers (And) all different flavors (Woo!) Mafioso that's how this thing go (Yeah) Now everybody come get with the lingo Shake your body body, move your body body (Body body) On the dancefloor don't hurt nobody body (Body body) I'm the one that put the Range in the Rover When I'm steppin out the Range yo it's over Comin through in the Brooklyn Mint gear We 'gone do this just like Big Poppa was here [Chorus] [Outro: Mr. Cheeks] Yeah, to the what, yeah, oh, yo, keep your bread up, yeah, and worldwide And stay fly nigga, yeah man, right right right right, Queen Bee, LB Two thousand and, fuckin three, why not? we makin it hot She back at it, why wouldn't she be? come on, yeah B.I.G. Freaky Tah, yeah yeah yeah, L's, light 'em, oh... |
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