Hip Hop The Collection Vol.4 [compilation] (2006)

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RELEASE DATE:	2006-05-10 / 대한민국
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	31
ALBUM TYPE:	컴필레이션, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝
ALSO KNOWN AS:	힙합 더 콜렉션 4집
INDEX:	82

INTRODUCTION

부담 없이 즐길 수 있는 음악! 신나는 리듬과 흥겨운 댄스에 맞춰~요!!예~
힙합계의 절대강자들이 모두 모였다!! 잘~나가는 최신 힙합곡이 모두 수록된 앨범 최고의 힙합음악 총 집합

TRACKS

Disc 1

My Humps

Black Eyed Peas

what you gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, u drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
My hump X8
My lovely little lumps,

Check it outs
I drive these brothers crazy,
I do it on the daily,
They treat me really nicely,
They buy me all these iceies.
Dolce & Gabbana,
Fendi and ADDANNA
KIRAN GOT ME sharin’
All their money got me wearin fly ,
whether I ain’t askin,
They say they love my ass ‘n,
Seven Jeans, True Religion,
I say no, but they keep givin’
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t takin’
We can keep on datin’
Now keep on demonstrating.
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump,
My humps they got u,

She’s got me spending.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me
and spend YOUR time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me,
(uh) on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u goin’ do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cause of my hump, X7
my lovely lady lumps, check it out!

I met a girl down at the disco.
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money.
mix your milk wit my cocoa puff,
Milky, milky cocoa,
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff,
milky, milky riiiiiiight

They say YOUR really sexy,
The boys they wanna sex me.
They always standing next to me,
Always dancing next to me,
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump.
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’m a start some drama,
You don’t want no drama,
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy,
I’m just tryn’a dance boy,
And move my hump.
My hump, X10
My lovely lady lumps (x3)
In the back and in the front.

My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me
and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me,
up on me, on me.
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u goin’ do wit all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream,
Make u scream, make u scream
What you goin’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do with all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I’ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work

what you gonna do with all that junk
all that junk inside that trunk? 
I’ma get, get, get, get, u drunk, 
Get you love drunk off my hump. 
My hump X8
My lovely little lumps,

Check it outs
I drive these brothers crazy, 
I do it on the daily, 
They treat me really nicely, 
They buy me all these iceies.
Dolce & Gabbana, 
Fendi and ADDANNA
KIRAN GOT ME sharin’ 
All their money got me wearin fly , 
whether I ain’t askin, 
They say they love my ass ‘n, 
Seven Jeans, True Religion, 
I say no, but they keep givin’ 
So I keep on takin’
And no I ain’t takin’ 
We can keep on datin’ 
Now keep on demonstrating. 
My love, my love, my love, my love
You love my lady lumps,
My hump, my hump, my hump, 
My humps they got u,

She’s got me spending. 
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me 
and spend YOUR time on me. 
She’s got me spendin’. 
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me,
(uh) on me, on me

What you gonna do with all that junk? 
All that junk inside that trunk? 
I’m a get, get, get, get, you drunk, 
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u goin’ do with all that ass? 
All that ass inside them jeans? 
I’m a make, make, make, make you scream
Make u scream, make you scream.
Cause of my hump, X7
my lovely lady lumps, check it out!

I met a girl down at the disco. 
She said hey, hey, hey yea let’s go
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
Lets spend time not money. 
mix your milk wit my cocoa puff, 
Milky, milky cocoa, 
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, 
milky, milky riiiiiiight

They say YOUR really sexy, 
The boys they wanna sex me. 
They always standing next to me, 
Always dancing next to me, 
Tryin’ a feel my hump, hump.
Lookin’ at my lump, lump. 
U can look but you can’t touch it,
If u touch it I’m a start some drama,
You don’t want no drama, 
No, no drama, no, no, no, no drama
So don’t pull on my hand boy,
You ain’t my man, boy, 
I’m just tryn’a dance boy, 
And move my hump. 
My hump, X10
My lovely lady lumps (x3) 
In the back and in the front.

My lovin’ got u,
She’s got me spendin’.
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me 
and spending time on me.
She’s got me spendin’. 
(Oooo) Spendin’ all your money on me, 
up on me, on me. 
What you gon’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off my hump.
What u goin’ do wit all that ass? 
All that ass inside them jeans? 
I’ma make, make, make, make you scream,
Make u scream, make u scream
What you goin’ do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I’ma get, get, get, get, you drunk,
Get you love drunk off this hump.
What you gon’ do with all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt? 
I’ma make, make, make, make you work 
Make you work, work, make you work

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It's Like That

Mariah Carey

Dis is the point when
I need everybody get to the
dance floor
It's like that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all
Da da da da,
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
Like da da da da,
I like that y'all that y'all
I came to have a party
Open up the Bacardi
Feeling so hot tamale
Boy I know you watchin' me
So what's it gonna be
Purple taking me higher
I'm lifted and I like it
Boy you got me inspired
Baby, come and get it
If you're really feeling me
Cause it's my night
No stress no fights
I'm leaving it all behind
No tears no time to cry
Just making the most of life
Everybody is livin' it up
All the fellas keep lookin' at us
cause
Me and my girls on the floor like what
While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut
It's like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
It's like da da da da,
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
It's like da da da da
It's like that y'all that y'all
You like this and you know it
Caution, it's so explosive
Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion
Baby come and get it
Let me give you what you need
It's a special occasion
Mimi's emancipation
A cause for celebration
I ain't gonna let nobody's
drama bother me
Cause it's my night
No stress no fights
I'm leaving it all behind
No tears no time to cry
Just making the most of life
Everybody is livin' it up
All the fellas keep lookin' at us
cause
Me and my girls on the floor like what
While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut
It's like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
It's like that y'all that y'all
Cause it's my night
No stress no fights
I'm leaving it all behind
No tears no time to cry
Just making the most of life
Everybody is livin' it up
All the fellas keep lookin' at us
cause
Me and my girls on the floor like what
While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut
It's like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
It's like that y'all that y'all
This is my night

Dis is the point when
I need everybody get to the
dance floor
It's like that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all
Da da da da,
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
Like da da da da,
I like that y'all that y'all
I came to have a party
Open up the Bacardi
Feeling so hot tamale
Boy I know you watchin' me
So what's it gonna be
Purple taking me higher
I'm lifted and I like it
Boy you got me inspired
Baby, come and get it
If you're really feeling me
Cause it's my night
No stress no fights
I'm leaving it all behind
No tears no time to cry
Just making the most of life
Everybody is livin' it up
All the fellas keep lookin' at us
cause
Me and my girls on the floor like what
While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut
It's like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
It's like da da da da,
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
It's like da da da da
It's like that y'all that y'all
You like this and you know it
Caution, it's so explosive
Them chickens is ash and I'm lotion
Baby come and get it
Let me give you what you need
It's a special occasion
Mimi's emancipation
A cause for celebration
I ain't gonna let nobody's
drama bother me
Cause it's my night
No stress no fights
I'm leaving it all behind
No tears  no time to cry
Just making the most of life
Everybody is livin' it up
All the fellas keep lookin' at us
cause
Me and my girls on the floor like what
While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut
It's like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
It's like that y'all that y'all
Cause it's my night
No stress no fights
I'm leaving it all behind
No tears  no time to cry
Just making the most of life
Everybody is livin' it up
All the fellas keep lookin' at us
cause
Me and my girls on the floor like what
While the DJ keeps on spinning the cut
It's like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
I like that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
that y'all that y'all
da da da da
It's like that y'all that y'all
This is my night

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Candy Shop

50 Cent

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it
Temperature risin, okay let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nypmho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental,
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
With one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
'Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin' on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As long as she ain't stoppin, homie I ain't stoppin'
Drippin' wet with sweat man it's on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should I push up on it
Temperature risin, okay let's go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a tea kettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
If you be a nympho, I'll be a nypmho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental,
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin' you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned vet when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I'll take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
[Olivia]
I'll take you to the candy shop
With one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
'Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin' on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch her in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As long as she ain't stoppin, homie I ain't stoppin'
Drippin' wet with sweat man it's on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle it's on
And we gon' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone

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Jesus Walks

Kanye West

I need to recruit all the soldiers
All of God's soldiers
We at war...
We at war with society, racism, terrorism
But most of all...we at war with ourselves

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me, with me, with me, with me, with me)

You know what the mid-west is?
Young and Restless
Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace
And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus
Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is.

I walk through the valley where the shadow of death is.
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless
Try to catch it ... it's kind of hard
Getting choked by detectives yeah yeah now check the method.
They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us
Saying We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast
Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit what's the basis?
We ain't going no where but got suits and cases.
A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis.
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us.
Well momma I know I act a fool
But I'll be gone til November. I got packs to move I hope.

Chorus (2x)
(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me)
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now.
(Jesus walks)
And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong
(Jesus walks with me)
I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long
(I want Jesus)

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the scrimpers...
(Jesus walks with them!)
To the victims of welfare feel we living in hell here, hell yea...
(Jesus walks with them!)
Now hear ye hear ye wanna see thee more clearly
I know He hear me when my feet get weary
Cause we're the almost nearly extinct
We rappers is role models we rap we don't think
I ain't here to argue about his facial features
Or here to convert atheists into believers
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers
The way Kathy Lee needed Regis that's the way I need Jesus
So here go my single dawg radio needs this
They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus
That means guns, sex, lies, videotape
But if I talk bout God my record won't get played
Huh?
Well if this take away from my spins
Which will probably take away from my ends
Then I hope it take away from my sins
And bring the day that I'm dreamin 'bout
Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out...

(Jesus walks)
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down
(Jesus walks with me)
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now.
(Jesus walks)
And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong
(Jesus walks with me)
I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long
(I want Jesus)

I need to recruit all the soldiers 
All of God's soldiers 
We at war... 
We at war with society, racism, terrorism 
But most of all...we at war with ourselves

(Jesus walks) 
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down 
(Jesus walks with me, with me, with me, with me, with me)

You know what the mid-west is? 
Young and Restless 
Where restless (niggas) might snatch your necklace 
And next these (niggas) might jack your Lexus 
Somebody tell these (niggas) who Kanye West is.

I walk through the valley where the shadow of death is. 
Top floor of the view alone will leave you breathless 
Try to catch it ... it's kind of hard 
Getting choked by detectives yeah yeah now check the method. 
They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us 
Saying We eat pieces of shit like you for breakfast 
Huh? Y'all eat pieces of shit what's the basis? 
We ain't going no where but got suits and cases. 
A trunk full of coke, rental car from Avis. 
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us. 
Well momma I know I act a fool 
But I'll be gone til November. I got packs to move I hope.

Chorus (2x) 
(Jesus walks) 
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down 
(Jesus walks with me) 
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now. 
(Jesus walks) 
And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong 
(Jesus walks with me) 
I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long 
(I want Jesus)

To the hustlers, killers, murderers, drug dealers even the scrimpers... 
(Jesus walks with them!) 
To the victims of welfare feel we living in hell here, hell yea... 
(Jesus walks with them!) 
Now hear ye hear ye wanna see thee more clearly 
I know He hear me when my feet get weary 
Cause we're the almost nearly extinct 
We rappers is role models we rap we don't think 
I ain't here to argue about his facial features 
Or here to convert atheists into believers 
I'm just trying to say the way school need teachers 
The way Kathy Lee needed Regis that's the way I need Jesus 
So here go my single dawg radio needs this 
They said you can rap about anything except for Jesus 
That means guns, sex, lies, videotape 
But if I talk bout God my record won't get played 
Huh? 
Well if this take away from my spins 
Which will probably take away from my ends 
Then I hope it take away from my sins 
And bring the day that I'm dreamin 'bout 
Next time I'm in the club everybody screaming out...

(Jesus walks) 
God show me the way because the devil trying to break me down 
(Jesus walks with me) 
The only thing that I pray is that my feet don't fail me now. 
(Jesus walks) 
And I don't think there's nothing I can do to right my wrong 
(Jesus walks with me) 
I wanna talk to God but I'm afraid because we ain't spoke in so long 
(I want Jesus)

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Hollaback Girl

Gwen Stefani

Uh-huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that
Getting everybody fired up

So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down
Getting everybody fired up

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student teachers
Both of us wanna be the winner
But there can only be one

So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing
Another one bites the dust

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

Lemme hear you say
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Again!
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

Uh-huh, this my shit
All the girls stomp your feet like this

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

I heard that you were talking shit
And you didn't think that I would hear it
People hear you talking like that
Getting everybody fired up

So I'm ready to attack, gonna lead the pack
Gonna get a touchdown, gonna take you out
That's right, put your pom-poms down
Getting everybody fired up

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

So that's right dude, meet me at the bleachers
No principals, no student teachers
Both of us wanna be the winner
But there can only be one

So I'm gonna fight, gonna give it my all
Gonna make you fall, gonna sock it to you
That's right, I'm the last one standing
Another one bites the dust

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

Lemme hear you say
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

Again!
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S
"This shit is bananas"
B-A-N-A-N-A-S

A few times I've been around that track
So it's not just gonna happen like that
'Cause I ain't no hollaback girl
I ain't no hollaback girl

Oooh, this my shit, this my shit [Repeat 4x]

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Don't Cha

Pussycat Dolls

I know you like me
I know you like me
I know you do
I know you do
Thats why whenever I
come around
She's all over you
I know you want it
I know you want it
It's easy to see
it's easy to see
And in the back of your mind
I know you should be
fucking with me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was hot like me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was freak like me
Don't cha
Don't cha
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha
Don't cha
Fight the feeling
fight the feeling
Leave it alone
leave it alone
Cause if it ain't love
It just aint enough to leave
my happy home
Let's keep it friendly
let's keep it friendly
You have to play fair
you have to play fair
See I dont care
But I know She ain't gonna
wanna share
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was hot like me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was freak like me
Don't cha
Don't cha
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha
Don't cha

I know she loves you
I know she loves you
I understand
I understand
I probably be just as
crazy about you
If you where my own man
Maybe next lifetime
maybe next lifetime
Possibly
possibly
Until then old friend
Your secret is safe with me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was hot like me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was freak like me
Don't cha
Don't cha
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was raw like me
Don't cha wish your
girlfriend was fun like me
Don't cha
Don't cha

Family Affair

Mary J. Blige

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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Country Grammar

Nelly

I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked
ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to me now
I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked
ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to me now
You can find me
in St Louis rollin on dubs
Smoking dubs in clubs
blowin up like cocoa puff
Sippin Bud
gettin perved and getting dubbed
Daps and hugs
mean mugs and shoulder shrugs
And it's all because
accumulated enough stretch
Just to navigate it
fully decorated on chrome
And it's candy painted
fans fainted
While I'm entertaining
wild ain't it
How me and mugs
I hang with Hannibal Lector
So feel me when I bring it
sing it loud wha
I'm from the Loop and I'm proud
Run a mile for the cause
I'm righteous above the law
Playa my style's raw
I'm Born to Mack like
Todd Shaw
Forget the fame and the glamour
Give me D's wit a rubber hammer
My grammar be's ebonics
gin tonic and chronic
Fuck bionic it's ironic
slammin niggas like Onyx
Lunatics til the day I die
I run more game then the
Bulls and Sonics
I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked
ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to me now
I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked
ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to me now
Who say pretty boys
can't be wild niggas
Loud niggas O K Corral niggas
Foul niggas run in the club
and bust in the crowd nigga
How nigga ask me again
it's going down nigga
Now nigga come to the circus
and watch me clown nigga
Pound nigga what you be givin
when I'm around nigga
Frown niggas talkin shit
when I leave the town nigga
Say now
can you hoes come out to play now
Hey I'm
ready to cut you up any day now
Play by
my rules boo and you gon' stay high
May I
answer yo third question like hey I
Say hi
to my niggas left in the slamma
From St Louis to Memphis
From Texas back up to Indiana
Chi Town
K C Motown to Alabama
L A New York Yankee niggas to
Hotlanta Louisiana
All my niggas wit Country Grammar
Smokin blunts in Savannah
Blow thirty mill like I'm Hammer
I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby
cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to me now
I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper
baby cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to
Let's show these cats
to make these millions
So you niggas quit acting silly mon
My Kid quicker than Billy mon
Talking really and I need it mon
foes I keep filly mon
Specially off Remi mon
keys to my Beemer mon
Holla at Beenie Man
see me mon
Cheifin rollin deeper than any mon
through Jennings mon
Through U City back up to Kingsland
wit nice niggas
Sheist niggas
who snatch yo life nigga
trife niggas
Who produce and
sell the same beat
twice nigga ice nigga
All over close to never sober
From broke to havin dough
'cause my price Range is Rover
Now I'm knockin like Jehovah
Let me in now let me in now
Bill Gates Donald Trumph let me in
we spin now
I got money to lend my friends now
we in now
Candy Benz Kenwood and 10's
we in now
lesbian twins now
Seein now through the pen
I make my ends now
I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby cocked
ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to me now
I'm going down down baby
yo street in a Range Rover
Street Sweeper baby
cocked ready to let it go
Shimmy Shimmy cocoa wha
listen to it now
Light it up and take a puff
pass it to me now

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Work It

Missy Elliott

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

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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10.

Switch

Will Smith

Yo mic check mic check
Yeah here you go
Nah he he over here
Yeah I heard he got that
hot new thing
It's called switch
Let's get it going
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Hey vibe to vibe a second
it's a club girl
why you arrived naked
Hear that how
the veteran glide the record
But don't download
go out and buy the record
Hey some sexy bout her
Girl on the floor
all her friends around her
I mean real clean
ain't gotta touch or nothing
It ain't like I like a
chick on chick or something
I'm just a sucker for a
hot track
Gimme a drink and a chick
to tell stop that
Dance is a hop and a clap
flip it round
Now bring it on back
break it down
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Woo la la la
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Uh Uh
Woo la la la
I gotta question
I need to ask somebody
Why is it that when
Y'all see me at the party
Y'all be looking like
Ooh he a movie star
He ain't supposed to be out
on the floor with everybody
But oh wait
whoa y'all forgetting
When I was
amateur spitting before
the scripts were written
First one in
last one out the club
Bursting in
passing out in the club
Back at it
this cat is the
wit and the charm
Taking you higher
like a syringe hittin ya arm
Bringing the fire
making your Benz
ring the alarm
Let me see you clap
spin baby come on
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Woo la la la
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Uh Uh
Woo la la la
Hey Hey
Oh you just gonna
stand there huh
What you too cute to dance
or you scared
It ain't
really that hard to do and
I aint trying to be in
love with you and
All I wanted was a
moment or two the
See if you could do that
switch a roo and
Shut your mouth fool
get your crew and
The thick body and the
rear one too and
I'll be right hear
waiting on you to
See if y'all can do that
switch a roo
Hey Hey
That's what I'm talking bout
do that thing ma
That's what I'm talking bout
do that thing ma
That's what I'm talking bout
do that thing ma
That's what I'm talking bout
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Woo la la la
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Uh Uh
Woo la la la
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Woo la la la
Hey
turn it over and hit it
Turn around now switch
Turn it over and hit it
Uh Uh
Woo la la la
Switch

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11.

Let's Get Blown

Snoop Dogg

Yesssirrr!
[
- Pharrell Williams & Vanessa Marquez]
[V] Can I get more thrills?
[P] You know you want some more girl, so come on
[V] Can I get more thrills?
[P] You know you want some more girl, so come on
Let's get blowwwwwnnnn.. let's get blowwwwwnnnn..
Looking at the ladies, all of them fly
I don't know which one I want dawg
I can't make up my mind, girl
So won't you make it easy on me?
Take this drink, then hit this weed
Two step wit me, let's slip to the dance floor
On and on and on and on we go
I'll dip you if you want me to
You see I really wanna get a little front wit you, bigidy bump wit you
A nigga wanna hump you and then just comfort you
And then I'll pop the top and lay you on the cot, and get you nice and hot
Yeah yeah, it's all to the real
We could do it like Guy, c'mon girl "Let's Chill"
Now you can fly the friendly skies
With the S-N double O-P D-O double G-Y
Now don't ask why, just keep looking good in the hood
Damn girl, you so fly! We could do what you want to
You say you drink Alize or was is Malibu? It don't really matter though
You remind me of the time when I had a ho
She kept telling me Doggy Dogg I gotta go
So I let her get in the wind and co-macked her friend
2 plus 2, it equals 4, this is some shit that could last forever more
I'm trying to put my bid in, naw I'm just kidding
Come on ma get in, and don't ask where we going
Pimping and hoeing, drink pouring and weed blowing, you know it c'mon!
I've been looking at you, from the corner of my eyes
Checking out your hips, lips, tits and your theighs
I've been wanting to do you, for a mighty long time
You make a pimp wanna sing I - I - I
We'll head to the hills, your dreams I'll fulfill
We could do it how you want, cause I'm oh so real
Tell me you, naw I won't squeal
You wit Da Big Bo$$ Dogg so seal the deal
Pharrell got the Babyface and Snoop got the Whip Appeal, so name the place
This love I bring to you, on the real baby girl
Won't you do me a favor and sing for Snoop
You know you want it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you)
So come and get it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you)
If I got it (if I got it I'm a give it to you)
(Then you can get it) Ya know! Hey!!! Oh!!
Can I get more thrills? .. Can I get more thrills?

Yesssirrr!
[
 - Pharrell Williams & Vanessa Marquez]
[V] Can I get more thrills?
[P] You know you want some more girl, so come on
[V] Can I get more thrills?
[P] You know you want some more girl, so come on
Let's get blowwwwwnnnn.. let's get blowwwwwnnnn..
Looking at the ladies, all of them fly
I don't know which one I want dawg
I can't make up my mind, girl
So won't you make it easy on me?
Take this drink, then hit this weed
Two step wit me, let's slip to the dance floor
On and on and on and on we go
I'll dip you if you want me to
You see I really wanna get a little front wit you, bigidy bump wit you
A nigga wanna hump you and then just comfort you
And then I'll pop the top and lay you on the cot, and get you nice and hot
Yeah yeah, it's all to the real
We could do it like Guy, c'mon girl "Let's Chill"
Now you can fly the friendly skies
With the S-N double O-P D-O double G-Y
Now don't ask why, just keep looking good in the hood
Damn girl, you so fly! We could do what you want to
You say you drink Alize or was is Malibu? It don't really matter though
You remind me of the time when I had a ho
She kept telling me Doggy Dogg I gotta go
So I let her get in the wind and co-macked her friend
2 plus 2, it equals 4, this is some shit that could last forever more
I'm trying to put my bid in, naw I'm just kidding
Come on ma get in, and don't ask where we going
Pimping and hoeing, drink pouring and weed blowing, you know it c'mon!
I've been looking at you, from the corner of my eyes
Checking out your hips, lips, tits and your theighs
I've been wanting to do you, for a mighty long time
You make a pimp wanna sing I - I - I
We'll head to the hills, your dreams I'll fulfill
We could do it how you want, cause I'm oh so real
Tell me you, naw I won't squeal
You wit Da Big Bo$$ Dogg so seal the deal
Pharrell got the Babyface and Snoop got the Whip Appeal, so name the place
This love I bring to you, on the real baby girl
Won't you do me a favor and sing for Snoop
You know you want it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you)
So come and get it!! (if I got it I'm a give it to you)
If I got it (if I got it I'm a give it to you)
(Then you can get it) Ya know! Hey!!! Oh!!
Can I get more thrills? .. Can I get more thrills?

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12.

Hey Sexy Lady

Shaggy

"Hey Sexy Lady"
(feat. Brian And Tony Gold)

[Intro: Shaggy]
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin on
Uh! Shaggy!!!

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady, I like your flow
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (Uh!)
You put it on me (That's right) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Verse 1: Shaggy]
Her body's callin bawlin got me crawlin up the wall and
My size ain't small it's tall and catch here comes her clothes be fallin
Her neighbor's callin bawlin all this noise is so appallin
They must believe we're brawlin headboards band till early mornin

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady (Uh!!) I like your flow
Your body's bangin (Yo) out of controoooooool!!! (A big tune)
You put it on me (Uh!!)) ceiling to floor (Ceiling to floor baby)
Only you can make me (Uh) scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Verse 2: Shaggy]
I was her father's choosin,performance left her snoozin
Rug burns her knees we're bruised and, she's hooked ain't no refusin

[Brian And Tony Gold:]
I knew it all along (Uh!) she was the perfect one (What!!!)
She really put it on (On me) I had to write a song

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady (She's drivin me nuts) I like your flow (Uh! Uh!)
Your body's bangin (Sexy Lady) out of controoooooool!!! (Sweet and nice)
You put it on me (You know you got that figure) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me (Wow) scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Verse 3: Brian And Tony Gold]
Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on
Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on

[Shaggy (Brian And Tony Gold)]
Gal your extra sexy like (Whoa) and you make me wanna say (Hi)
And you shake you shake your thong (Low)
Gal you wicked to ras it nah (Lie)
Gal I like the way how you (Flow) everytime you pass me (By)
Gal you wiggly jiggly and (Oh) and you wicked to ras it nah (Lie)

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady (Uh!) I like your flow (Whaddat)
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!!
You put it on me (Put it on me baby) ceiling to floor (Uh!!)
Only you can make me (Only you) scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Outro: Shaggy]
Uh, moist, ha ha ha ha ha ha

"Hey Sexy Lady"
(feat. Brian And Tony Gold)

[Intro: Shaggy]
Sexy, hot, I love your style girl, put it on me
Brian and Tony Gold let the ladies know, they got it goin on
Uh! Shaggy!!!

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady, I like your flow
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! (Uh!)
You put it on me (That's right) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Verse 1: Shaggy]
Her body's callin bawlin got me crawlin up the wall and
My size ain't small it's tall and catch here comes her clothes be fallin
Her neighbor's callin bawlin all this noise is so appallin
They must believe we're brawlin headboards band till early mornin

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady (Uh!!) I like your flow
Your body's bangin (Yo) out of controoooooool!!! (A big tune)
You put it on me (Uh!!)) ceiling to floor (Ceiling to floor baby)
Only you can make me (Uh) scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Verse 2: Shaggy]
I was her father's choosin,performance left her snoozin
Rug burns her knees we're bruised and, she's hooked ain't no refusin

[Brian And Tony Gold:]
I knew it all along (Uh!) she was the perfect one (What!!!)
She really put it on (On me) I had to write a song

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady (She's drivin me nuts) I like your flow (Uh! Uh!)
Your body's bangin (Sexy Lady) out of controoooooool!!! (Sweet and nice)
You put it on me (You know you got that figure) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me (Wow) scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Verse 3: Brian And Tony Gold]
Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on
Hey sexy lady you be fine drive me crazy movin on, and on, and on

[Shaggy (Brian And Tony Gold)]
Gal your extra sexy like (Whoa) and you make me wanna say (Hi)
And you shake you shake your thong (Low)
Gal you wicked to ras it nah (Lie)
Gal I like the way how you (Flow) everytime you pass me (By)
Gal you wiggly jiggly and (Oh) and you wicked to ras it nah (Lie)

[Chorus: Brian And Tony Gold (Shaggy)]
Hey sexy lady (Uh!) I like your flow (Whaddat)
Your body's bangin, out of controoooooool!!! 
You put it on me (Put it on me baby) ceiling to floor (Uh!!)
Only you can make me (Only you) scream and beg for moooooore!!!

[Outro: Shaggy]
Uh, moist, ha ha ha ha ha ha

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13.

There It Go (The Whistle Song)

14.

15.

Says he wants you
He says he needs you
If it's real talk then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When is a good boy
Really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good

(Chorus:)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop 't pop't pop't that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

You getting bold
He growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And your thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me
Yall come on

All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do (show her what you got daddy)

All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do (ouuuh..wouh ouh)

Dip it low
Pick it up slow (ohhh)
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop't pop't pop't that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" (ima show you how to make him)
Dip it low (ouhhh)
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop't pop't pop't that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

We can move if you wanna
We can move if you wanna
We can mooove if you wanna
We can mooooooove...

Dip it low
Pick it up slow (slowww)
Roll it all around (ohhhh)
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop't pop'tpop't that thing (yeah)
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke (come on come on come on)
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" (ooooh)

Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop pop pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop't pop't pop't that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

(Chorus:) 
Dip it low 
Pick it up slow 
Roll it all around 
Poke it out like your back broke 
Pop pop pop that thing 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" 
Dip it low 
Pick it up slow 
Roll it all around 
Poke it out like your back broke 
Pop 't pop't pop't that thing 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

You getting bold 
He growin' cold 
It's just the symptoms of young love 
Growin' old 
You think it's time 
And your thinking of leaving 
But give it time 
It's late at night 
He's coming home 
Meet him at the door with nothin' on 
Take him by the hand 
Let him know what's on 
If you understand me 
Yall come on

All my ladies wind it up 
If you know just how to move (mooove) 
All my fellas jump behind 
And show her what you want to do (show her what you got daddy)

All my ladies wind it up 
If you know just how to move 
All my fellas jump behind 
And show her what you want to do (ouuuh..wouh ouh)

Dip it low 
Pick it up slow (ohhh) 
Roll it all around 
Poke it out like your back broke 
Pop't pop't pop't that thing 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" (ima show you how to make him) 
Dip it low (ouhhh) 
Pick it up slow 
Roll it all around 
Poke it out like your back broke 
Pop't pop't pop't that thing 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

We can move if you wanna 
We can move if you wanna 
We can mooove if you wanna 
We can mooooooove...

Dip it low 
Pick it up slow (slowww) 
Roll it all around (ohhhh) 
Poke it out like your back broke 
Pop't pop'tpop't that thing (yeah) 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" 
Dip it low 
Pick it up slow 
Roll it all around 
Poke it out like your back broke (come on come on come on) 
Pop pop pop that thing 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" (ooooh)

Dip it low 
Pick it up slow 
Roll it all around 
Poke it out like your back broke 
Pop pop pop that thing 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo" 
Dip it low 
Pick it up slow 
Roll it all around 
Poke it out like your back broke 
Pop't pop't pop't that thing 
Ima show you how to make your man say "Ooo"

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Disc 2

So Seductive

featuring 50Cent

Tony Yayo

(Feat. 50 Cent)

[TONY YAYO:]
Aww nigga do you know what this is
One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!)
Aww nigga do you know who you with
It's tony yayo up in this bitch
Got them german lugers with them hollow tips
See shot ruegers with an extra clip

[50 CENT:]
50 cent back on that gangsta shit
On my way ot to flip them bricks
In that big body benz you know its oh 6
Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips
And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick
From a block away you can see them kid
Dont front mothafucka you know my style
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal
On the low shorty gotta thing for the kid
And you know im fin to take her back to the crib
Here we go imma show her how a playa live
At the door i tell her to take her clothes off...shit

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move that makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:]
I put the g in g-unit baby i got game
Head to go good to go and i dont know your name
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star
Ladies tell the truth you know im cute
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off
You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off
I cant stop thinkin of the things you do
When your freakin me and im freakin you
I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare
Baby let me fly you in my lair
Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby
Its past my curfew but parole don't know
Tear up the club dont call my p.o.

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:]
My waves be spinnin i charm the amazing women
You know them black and them white and the asian women
Lets cut the small talk you know why i approach you
I can't stand when a dime act anti-social
Gucci,lip gloss,louis baton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm
Yayos a don my car european
You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um
Listen i piss out cris inhale haze
In da marriot gettin laid all day
Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue
Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum
I need groupie love the coupe on dubs
Im in this club with a tre pound star
Dont blame it on david im all iced out
Cause 50 got me rich the bar all priced out

[HOOK:]
[50 CENT]
Shorty so seductive dancin on me
Its the way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me
The way that she move is makin me horny
If i wake up next to her in the morning
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

(Feat. 50 Cent)

[TONY YAYO:] 
Aww nigga do you know what this is 
One shot one kill whats the deal G-UNIT! (here we go now!) 
Aww nigga do you know who you with 
It's tony yayo up in this bitch 
Got them german lugers with them hollow tips 
See shot ruegers with an extra clip

[50 CENT:] 
50 cent back on that gangsta shit 
On my way ot to flip them bricks 
In that big body benz you know its oh 6 
Got your bitch on my dick i stack them chips 
And a flash as a fuck my jewels so sick 
From a block away you can see them kid 
Dont front mothafucka you know my style 
I dont go nowhere without my 40 cal 
On the low shorty gotta thing for the kid 
And you know im fin to take her back to the crib 
Here we go imma show her how a playa live 
At the door i tell her to take her clothes off...shit

[HOOK:] 
[50 CENT] 
Shorty so seductive dancin on me 
Its the way that she move that makin me horny 
If i wake up next to her in the morning 
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again 
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me 
The way that she move is makin me horny 
If i wake up next to her in the morning 
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:] 
I put the g in g-unit baby i got game 
Head to go good to go and i dont know your name 
Is it the wheels on the hot car meals on the shock bar 
Or you just wanna quickie with a rap star 
Ladies tell the truth you know im cute 
But what really turns you on is the rims on my coupe 
Before you jump in my whip and you get dropped off 
You goin to the telly and you gettin popped off 
I cant stop thinkin of the things you do 
When your freakin me and im freakin you 
I said the ice on my neck make the shortys stare 
Baby let me fly you in my lair 
Stop slow down baby if you hear this in the club shake and go down baby 
Its past my curfew but parole don't know 
Tear up the club dont call my p.o.

[HOOK:] 
[50 CENT] 
Shorty so seductive dancin on me 
Its the way that she move is makin me horny 
If i wake up next to her in the morning 
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again 
YAYO - shorty so seductive dancin on me 
The way that she move is makin me horny 
If i wake up next to her in the morning 
Im a turn over and tell her lets do it again

[TONY YAYO:] 
My waves be spinnin i charm the amazing women 
You know them black and them white and the asian women 
Lets cut the small talk you know why i approach you 
I can't stand when a dime act anti-social 
Gucci,lip gloss,louis baton,and the boots from batego vanetto cost a arm 
Yayos a don my car european 
You got mirrors in your pants cause i can see me in um 
Listen i piss out cris inhale haze 
In da marriot gettin laid all day 
Tattoos and piercings and rings in your tongue 
Shorty things like that will make my black ass cum 
I need groupie love the coupe on dubs 
Im in this club with a tre pound star 
Dont blame it on david im all iced out 
Cause 50 got me rich the bar all priced out

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Ghetto Gospel

featuring Elton John

2Pac

Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

(Chorus - Elton John:)
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

(2Pac)
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, Thinkin' of bliss and the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button
and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

(Chorus - Elton John:)
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

(2Pac)
Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, but learn from every one
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the Lord do his thang
But am I less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

(Chorus - Elton John:)
Those who wish to follow me (Yeah My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

(2Pac)
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...

Uhh,
Hit them with a lil' ghetto gospel

(Chorus - Elton John:)
Those who wish to follow me (My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

(2Pac)
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, Thinkin' of  bliss and the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to'em
They tested, it was stressed that they under
In our days, things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cuz the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
cause any day they'll push the button
and all good men like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothin
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take the time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it aint about black or white, cuz we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel

(2Pac)
Tell me do you see that old lady aint it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottle
I make mistakes, but learn from every one
And when its said and done
I bet this Brotha be a better one
If I'm upset, you don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the Lord do his thang
But am I less holy
Cuz I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace in that war on the streets
My ghetto gospel

(Chorus - Elton John:)
Those who wish to follow me (Yeah My ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns

(2Pac)
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...

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Gasolina

Daddy Yankee

who dis
Da ddy Yan kee
zumbale mambo pa' que
mi gata prenda los motores
zumbale mambo pa' que
mi gata prenda los motores
zumbale mambo pa' que
mi gata prenda los motoes
Que se preparen que lo que
viene es pa que le den
Duro Mamita yo se que
tu no te me vas a quitar
Duro Lo que me gusta es
que tu te dejas llevar
Duro To' los weekend'es
ella sale a vacilar
Duro Mi gata no para de
janguear porque
A ella le gusta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Como le encanta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
A ella le gusta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Como le encanta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Ella prende las turbinas
No discrimina
No se pierde ni un party de marquesina
Se asicala hasta pa' la esquina
Luce tan bien que hasta
la sombra le combina
Asesina me domina
Janguea en carros motoras y limosinas
Llena su tanque de adrenalina
Cuando escucha reggaeton en
las bocinas
A ella le gusta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Como le encanta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
A ella le gusta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Como le encanta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Aqui nosotros somos los mejores
no te me ajores
En la pista nos llaman Los Matadores
Tu haces que cualquiera se enamore
Cuando bailas al ritmo de
los tambores
Esto va pa' las gatas de to's colores
Pa' las mayores pa' las menores
Pa' las que son mas zorras
que los cazadores
Pa' las mujeres que no
apagan sus motores
Tenemos tu y yo algo pendiente
Tu me debes algo y lo sabes
Conmigo ella se pierde
No le rinde cuentas a nadie
Tenemos tu y yo algo pendiente
Tu me debes algo y lo sabes
Conmigo ella se pierde
No le rinde cuentas a nadie
Zumbale mambo pa' que
mis gatas prendan los motores
Zumbale mambo pa' que
mis gatas prendan los motores
Zumbale mambo pa' que
mis gatas prendan los motores
Que se preparen que lo que
viene es pa' que le den
Duro Mamita yo se que
tu no te me vas a quitar
Duro Lo que me gusta es
que tu te dejas llevar
Duro To' los weekend'es
ella sale a vacilar
Duro Mi gata no para
de janguear porque
A ella le gusta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Como le encanta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
A ella le gusta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina
Como le encanta la gasolina
Dame mas gasolina

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Pon De Replay

Rihanna

Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
it goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2
everybody on the floor let me
show you how we do
lets go dip it low then you
bring it up slow
wind it up 1 time wind it
back once more
Run Run Run Run
Everybody move run
Lemme see you move and
Rock it til the grooves done
Shake it til the
moon becomes the sun Sun
Everybody in the
club give me a run Run
If you ready to move say it
Yeah
One time for your mind say it
Yeah Yeah
Well i'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove im'a
show you how to move
Come
Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
Hey Mr
Please Mr DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
Hey Mr
Hey Mr
Please Mr DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
It goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2
Everybody in the club gon be
rockin when i'm through
Let the bass from the speakers
run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and
run to the beat
Run Run Run Run
Everybody move run
Lemme see you move and
Rock it til the
grooves done
Shake it til the
moon becomes the sun Sun
Everybody in the
club give me a run Run
If you ready to move say it
Yeah
One time for your mind say it
Yeah Yeah
Well i'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove im'a
show you how to move
Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
Hey Mr
Please Mr DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
Hey Mr
Please Mr DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
Okay everybody get down
if you feel me
Put your hands up
to the ceiling
everybody get down
if you feel me
come and Put your hands up
to the ceiling
everybody get down
if you feel me
Put your hands up
to the ceiling
everybody get down
if you feel me
come and Put your hands up
to the ceiling
Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
Come Mr DJ
song pon de replay
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor
wantin some more what
Come Mr DJ won't you
turn the music up

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What Would You Do

City High

Boys and girls want to hear a true story?
Saturday night was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowing the cup
About five, six strippers trying to work for a buck
And I took one girl outside with me
Her name was Loni, she went to junior high with me
And said why you up in there dancing for cash?
I guess a whole lot has changed since I seen you last
She said...

1 -
What would you do if your son was at home
Crying all alone on the bedroom floor
Cause he′s hungry
And the only way to feed him is to
Sleep with a man for a little bit of money
And his daddy′s gone
Somewhere smoking rock now
In and out of lock down
I ain′t got a job now
So for you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life, mmm
Girl you ain′t the only one with a baby
That′s no excuse to be living all crazy
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said, ″Everyday I wake up hoping to die.″
She said, nigga I know about pain cause
Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn′t rape us
Before I was a teenager
I done been through more shit you can′t even relate to

Repeat 1

Oh then she said
(What would you do?)
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse
(What would you do?)
Cause I wouldn′t want my baby to go through what I went through
(What would you do?)
Get up on my feet and stop making up tired excuses
(What would you do?)
Girl I know if my mother could do it baby you can do it
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Repeat 1 (3x)

Clap Back

Ja Rule

Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!

I gotta get my headphones
헤드폰 빨리 찾아야겠군

All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one!
내 갱스터 친구들이 이것 때문에 다 하나로 뭉쳤어!

You know! Yeah yeah ya know
알잖아! Yeah yeah 알잖아

It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga?
진짜야!! Hussein 거기 무슨 일 있어?

I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!!
니가 보이는군, Shadow 어떻게 지내!!

Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house
하하하하, 그래 내 친구 O-1도 빌어먹을 이곳에

Jody in the house (Jody Mack!)
Jody도 이곳에 (Jody Mack!)

My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?!
내 친구 Cadillac, Gotti 안녕!?!

Blackchild what up!?!
Blackchild 안녕!?!

I'd like to welcome all my niggaz
내 모든 친구들, 세계적으로 유명한

To the world famous Murda Inc. Show
Murda Inc. Show에 온 걸 환영한다

Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island
Queens에, 감옥에 갇혀있는 내 친구들에게도 인사

Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz
Uptown 친구들, Brooklyn 친구들

All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know?
Bronx 친구들, jersey 친구들! 알잖아?

We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz
이번 껀 진짜 큰거야! 내 모든 돈줄들

This shit commentated on the one's and two's!
이건 생중계도 되고 있다고!

They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living?
모두 날 위대한 Rule이라고 부르지! 니 인생은 어때?

This real shit we talking
우리가 얘기하는 건 오직 진실된 것

I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back)
일단 내 갱스터 친구들에게 묻고 싶은게 있어 (대답해줘)

What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?!
다른 놈들이 너한테 시비를 걸 때 - 넌 어떻게 하지?!

[Chorus - Ja Rule]
Clap back, we gon' clap back
반격, 우린 반격할거야

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!)
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz)
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule]
Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real
나한테 소리치는 놈들 다 좇까, 여기 진짜 얘기

I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill
니 머리를 시원한 샴페인 코르크 마개처럼 뽑아버리겠어

Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest
내가 입은 건 보석 뿐, 미소는 위대한 이의 표정 그대로

Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves
난 멋있기까지 하고, 멋있는 음악을 쏟아내지

The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J
Inc는 거침없이 나가, 난 갱스터 Bobby J

And we sling at soccer fields the yay
우린 축구장에서 놀듯이 돌아다녀

They don't respect that, don't get your minds around
아무도 이걸 존중 안하지, 괜히 집중 풀지마

You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
그럼 저 뒤로 밀쳐질테니, 그걸 원하진 않잖아?

I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho
내 여자들이 춤출 때 난 적들을 시체 공시장으로 보내

"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off
총 없이 "클럽에 들어가", 뺏어서 내 것으로 하지

Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down
어쩔 수 없어, 난 거침없는 사내

Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach)
내가 시작하면, 특히 Maybach에 있을때 그래

Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers
티셔츠를 잡고 West 44 Lakers 신발끈을 조여

Let's make no mistakes, resents take place
실수는 없다, 복수가 자리할 뿐

What's the procedure with a gun in your face
총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고!

(C'mon!) We gon'
(빨리!) 우린

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Ja Rule]
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly
The Rule은 "클럽에 들어가" 버릇없는 놈들이 술을 마시고 있군

When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely
상황이 추해지면 난 여자를 더 가까이 끌어안아

But usually we still see your bitches
하지만 보통 니 여자도 꼬시지

Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick
아주 빨리 처리되기로 유명해, 그쪽에서 내게 달라붙지

I can't handle it, lower their manners
어쩔 수 없어, 매너 같은 것도 없어

To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance
엉덩이를 내 거시기 앞으로 가져와 춤을 추네, 기회를 바라는거지

Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
질투하는 시선들을 느끼지만, 나는 거인

These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang
이놈들은 그냥 개미, 거리낌 없이 밟아주지

Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic
여자들의 엉덩이에 손을, 멋쟁이처럼, 현실적이진 않지

The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
이 게임은 어쩔 수 없어, 헷갈리지마

I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom
난 어리고, 무장되어있고, 재능이 있지만, 밑바닥 인생

And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
소돔과 고모라 사이 어딘가에 쳐박혀있어

I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem
난 여기서 랩을 할렘보다 뜨겁게 만들려고 해

Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem
Dog(DMX?)는 됐어 Rule을 조심해, 내가 문제아니까

What's the procedure with a gun in your face
총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고!

(C'mon!) We gon'
(빨리!) 우린

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Ja Rule]
Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Bush와 Saddam처럼, 난 찾아내겠어

Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
Em Laden이 숨어있는 곳을, 그리고 폭탄을 떨어뜨리지

It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs
더 나빠질 수 있어, 니네 친구들보단 더 뜨거울걸

Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up
마스크와 장갑, 총은 너무 뜨거워서 엉덩이를 데네

I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads
난 여자를 많이 옆에 낀 보스가 되고 싶어

The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!"
목사의 딸도 외치지 "법 같은 거 엿먹어!"

I play a struck chord, wit the Christians
크리스천과 함께 강한 코드를 연주해

But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions
허나 너네들은 괴짜 여자들의 종교를 잃게 만드네

And God gave me his blessings to handle my business
신은 내 일을 처리할 수 있게 축복을 내게 내렸지

All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
가짜 갱스터 좀도둑들, 총이 키스를 보낸다

If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress
어쩌다가 빗나가면, 더 강력한 총을 만날걸

And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse
그럼 Birdman과 Clipse처럼 "그놈을 잡는거지"

I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes
여자처럼 내게 달라붙으려고 하는 놈들

I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
나는 이 쇼에서 스타, 가능한 더 화끈해져야해

What's the procedure with a gun in your face
총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space!
허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고!

(C'mon!) We gon'
(빨리!) 우린

[Chorus]

[Outro]
[Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker
그래, 내 친구 Benzino가 여기 있어

[Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean
이렇게 우린 하지, 뭔지 알지?

[Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you
89년 식으로, 안녕 친구, 모습이 보이는군

[Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down!
부숴버려! 부숴버려!

[Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house
이곳으로 여자들도 다 데려와

[Benzino] It's not a game no mo'
이젠 게임이 아냐

[Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker
Queens가 이 안에 있지

[Benzino] You know
알잖아

[Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz
내 Jersey 친구들, 내 Boston 친구들

[Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up!
내 Brooklyn 친구들, Brooklyn 안녕!

[Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man
하하, yeah, 내게 소리쳐봐

Yeah, yeah.. haha yeah!

I gotta get my headphones 
헤드폰 빨리 찾아야겠군

All my gangsta niggaz is in the building on this one! 
내 갱스터 친구들이 이것 때문에 다 하나로 뭉쳤어!

You know! Yeah yeah ya know 
알잖아! Yeah yeah 알잖아

It's real!! Hussein what's happ'nin nigga? 
진짜야!! Hussein 거기 무슨 일 있어?

I see you, aight Shadow what's poppin BLAT!! 
니가 보이는군, Shadow 어떻게 지내!!

Haha haha, yeah my nigga O-1 in the motherfucking house 
하하하하, 그래 내 친구 O-1도 빌어먹을 이곳에

Jody in the house (Jody Mack!) 
Jody도 이곳에 (Jody Mack!)

My nigga Cadillac, Gotti what up!?! 
내 친구 Cadillac, Gotti 안녕!?!

Blackchild what up!?! 
Blackchild 안녕!?!

I'd like to welcome all my niggaz 
내 모든 친구들, 세계적으로 유명한

To the world famous Murda Inc. Show 
Murda Inc. Show에 온 걸 환영한다

Big shout to all my Queens niggaz in Staten Island 
Queens에, 감옥에 갇혀있는 내 친구들에게도 인사

Niggaz in Uptown, niggaz in Brooklyn niggaz 
Uptown 친구들, Brooklyn 친구들

All my Bronx niggaz yeah, all my Jersey niggaz! you know? 
Bronx 친구들, jersey 친구들! 알잖아?

We doing it real big right here! all my money niggaz 
이번 껀 진짜 큰거야! 내 모든 돈줄들

This shit commentated on the one's and two's! 
이건 생중계도 되고 있다고!

They call me the Mighty Rule! how ya living? 
모두 날 위대한 Rule이라고 부르지! 니 인생은 어때?

This real shit we talking 
우리가 얘기하는 건 오직 진실된 것

I wanna ask all my gangsta niggaz a real question (holla back) 
일단 내 갱스터 친구들에게 묻고 싶은게 있어 (대답해줘)

What do you do - when niggaz spit at you?! 
다른 놈들이 너한테 시비를 걸 때 - 넌 어떻게 하지?!

[Chorus - Ja Rule] 
Clap back, we gon' clap back 
반격, 우린 반격할거야

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) 
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz) 
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz!) 
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

(Let's take 'em to war niggaz) 
(전쟁을 벌여보자!)

We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back 
우린 반격할거야, 우린 반격할거야

[Verse 1 - Ja Rule] 
Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real 
나한테 소리치는 놈들 다 좇까, 여기 진짜 얘기

I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill 
니 머리를 시원한 샴페인 코르크 마개처럼 뽑아버리겠어

Wear nothing but ice, smiles tinted up to The Greatest 
내가 입은 건 보석 뿐, 미소는 위대한 이의 표정 그대로

Tell em I'm nice too, plus push them nice grooves 
난 멋있기까지 하고, 멋있는 음악을 쏟아내지

The Inc roll like duece man, I'm ol' G Bobby J 
Inc는 거침없이 나가, 난 갱스터 Bobby J

And we sling at soccer fields the yay 
우린 축구장에서 놀듯이 돌아다녀

They don't respect that, don't get your minds around 
아무도 이걸 존중 안하지, 괜히 집중 풀지마

You'll get it pushed back, y'all don't want that 
그럼 저 뒤로 밀쳐질테니, 그걸 원하진 않잖아?

I send em to the morgue while keepin my bitches bouncin fa sho 
내 여자들이 춤출 때 난 적들을 시체 공시장으로 보내

"In Da Club" with no gun, got em taking it off 
총 없이 "클럽에 들어가", 뺏어서 내 것으로 하지

Can't help that, I'm the nigga that puts it down 
어쩔 수 없어, 난 거침없는 사내

Once I hit that, that's if I'm up in the May (bach) 
내가 시작하면, 특히 Maybach에 있을때 그래

Fasten them holding the throwback, West 44 Lakers 
티셔츠를 잡고 West 44 Lakers 신발끈을 조여

Let's make no mistakes, resents take place 
실수는 없다, 복수가 자리할 뿐

What's the procedure with a gun in your face 
총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 
허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고!

(C'mon!) We gon' 
(빨리!) 우린

[Chorus]

[Verse 2 - Ja Rule] 
The Rule be "In Da Club" rude motherfucker poppin the bubbly 
The Rule은 "클럽에 들어가" 버릇없는 놈들이 술을 마시고 있군

When shit get ugly I hug the snub closely 
상황이 추해지면 난 여자를 더 가까이 끌어안아

But usually we still see your bitches 
하지만 보통 니 여자도 꼬시지

Thats is known for quick shit, trying to ride my dick 
아주 빨리 처리되기로 유명해, 그쪽에서 내게 달라붙지

I can't handle it, lower their manners 
어쩔 수 없어, 매너 같은 것도 없어

To get they ass infront of my dick to dance, the bitch want more chance 
엉덩이를 내 거시기 앞으로 가져와 춤을 추네, 기회를 바라는거지

Catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant 
질투하는 시선들을 느끼지만, 나는 거인

These niggaz is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em wit his thang 
이놈들은 그냥 개미, 거리낌 없이 밟아주지

Give bitches the back hand, pimp shit, it's not realistic 
여자들의 엉덩이에 손을, 멋쟁이처럼, 현실적이진 않지

The game is helpless, let's not get it twisted 
이 게임은 어쩔 수 없어, 헷갈리지마

I'm young, wrapped, and gifted, but still at the bottom 
난 어리고, 무장되어있고, 재능이 있지만, 밑바닥 인생

And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam 
소돔과 고모라 사이 어딘가에 쳐박혀있어

I'm here to make this rap shit hotter than Harlem 
난 여기서 랩을 할렘보다 뜨겁게 만들려고 해

Fuck the Dog beware of Rule, cause I'm the problem 
Dog(DMX?)는 됐어 Rule을 조심해, 내가 문제아니까

What's the procedure with a gun in your face 
총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 
허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고!

(C'mon!) We gon' 
(빨리!) 우린

[Chorus]

[Verse 3 - Ja Rule] 
Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out 
Bush와 Saddam처럼, 난 찾아내겠어

Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first 
Em Laden이 숨어있는 곳을, 그리고 폭탄을 떨어뜨리지

It could be much worse, I could be hotter than yo scrubs 
더 나빠질 수 있어, 니네 친구들보단 더 뜨거울걸

Mask and glove, gun hot from burnin ass up 
마스크와 장갑, 총은 너무 뜨거워서 엉덩이를 데네

I'd rather be bossed up, wit a bunch of broads 
난 여자를 많이 옆에 낀 보스가 되고 싶어

The preachers daughter screaming out "Fuck the law!" 
목사의 딸도 외치지 "법 같은 거 엿먹어!"

I play a struck chord, wit the Christians 
크리스천과 함께 강한 코드를 연주해

But y'all got the freakiest bitches out of all the religions 
허나 너네들은 괴짜 여자들의 종교를 잃게 만드네

And God gave me his blessings to handle my business 
신은 내 일을 처리할 수 있게 축복을 내게 내렸지

All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses 
가짜 갱스터 좀도둑들, 총이 키스를 보낸다

If she some how misses, he gon' meet the mistress 
어쩌다가 빗나가면, 더 강력한 총을 만날걸

And "Clap that boy" like Birdman and Clipse 
그럼 Birdman과 Clipse처럼 "그놈을 잡는거지"

I got these niggaz all over my dick, like hoes 
여자처럼 내게 달라붙으려고 하는 놈들

I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come 
나는 이 쇼에서 스타, 가능한 더 화끈해져야해

What's the procedure with a gun in your face 
총을 니 얼굴에 겨눴으니 그 다음은 뭐지?

When you got one in your waist, let's cock back nigga air out the space! 
허리에 총이 하나 있다면, 그럼 장전을 해봐, 여기서 나가자고!

(C'mon!) We gon' 
(빨리!) 우린

[Chorus]

[Outro] 
[Ja Rule] Yeah, my nigga 'Zino in this motherfucker 
그래, 내 친구 Benzino가 여기 있어

[Benzino] That's how we do it, know what I mean 
이렇게 우린 하지, 뭔지 알지?

[Benzino] Buck '89 what's up baby, I see you 
89년 식으로, 안녕 친구, 모습이 보이는군

[Ja Rule] Break 'em down nigga! break 'em down! 
부숴버려! 부숴버려!

[Benzino] Bring them birds, in the motherfucking house 
이곳으로 여자들도 다 데려와

[Benzino] It's not a game no mo' 
이젠 게임이 아냐

[Ja Rule] Queens in this motherfucker 
Queens가 이 안에 있지

[Benzino] You know 
알잖아

[Ja Rule] All my Jersey niggaz, all my Boston niggaz 
내 Jersey 친구들, 내 Boston 친구들

[Ja Rule] All my Brooklyn niggaz, Brooklyn sir what up! 
내 Brooklyn 친구들, Brooklyn 안녕!

[Ja Rule] Haha, yeah, holla at me man
하하, yeah, 내게 소리쳐봐

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Let's Get Dirty

Redman

Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches
Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker..

Turn me up some
Yo

[Red as an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[Redman]
Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves
Similar to the new Playstation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin a G
And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3
And you ballin ass niggaz, whose dressed to kill
for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!)
I gotta get in, I drove here
with a carLOAD of bitches charged on Belvedere
My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch

[DJ Kool]
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club!
Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue!
We gon' break this joint down!
Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh!

[Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman]
If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

[Redman]
Yo, security pattin my legs and waist
but if I vacate the place, it'll be {*gunfire, "stay down!"*}
All my niggaz in the huddle, on the count of three
we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here
Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke
Crawl or you'll die in smoke
I keep it heated when the hawk is out
Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out
I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool
like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school
(Punks!) I've been in this line for hours
I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers
Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in
Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in
JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK
Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think?
Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin
Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue!
I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile
with bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile"
I'll huff and puff, blow the club down
I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown

[DJ Kool]
Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now
Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over
Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables
We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh!

[Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman]
If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon!

(let's get dirty)
A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty)
Keep it goin now (let's get dirty

Attention, all you niggaz, all you bitches
Time to put down the Cristal, time to take off the ice for a minute
Time to throw a little mud in this motherfucker..

Turn me up some
Yo

[Red as an old woman]
Ohh shit! Who those motherfuckers comin in here?
No, it can't be! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

[Redman]
Yo.. yo, gimme some room I'm throwin elbows
Timberland boots, Air Force and shell-toes, who the fuck is them?
If I gotta pay to get in the club
I'ma go pop the trunk and turn the street volume up to ten
I ain't on the guest list, I ain't V.I.P.
I snuck in the exit, learned to D-I-P
My dress code is all black when I'm makin the moves
Similar to the new Playstation 2
I can't help it if the club only packin a G
And the fire marshal wanna shut it down in 3
And you ballin ass niggaz, whose dressed to kill
for the hoes showin the toes with extra heels (man!)
I gotta get in, I drove here
with a carLOAD of bitches charged on Belvedere
My niggaz hit the cells if the line is thick
So I drive the 500, through the door of the bitch

[DJ Kool]
Yo Red, wassup man?
Aiy they ain't tryin to let you in the club!
Yo, DJ Kool to the rescue!
We gon' break this joint down!
Aiyyo.. a-huh, a-huh, ahh!

[Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman]
If you pumpin this one in your truck (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you really don't give a WHAT? (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
Everybody get your hands up (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (l-let's get dirty)
If you ain't come to party SHUT UP! (l-let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

[Redman]
Yo, security pattin my legs and waist
but if I vacate the place, it'll be {*gunfire, "stay down!"*}
All my niggaz in the huddle, on the count of three
we gonna bumrush The Tunnel, with a pound of weed
Cut the light on, you see it's Brick City in here
Blazin like Biggie passed us a semi in here
Don't sleep, stay wide awoke
You dialed Doc, not dial-a-joke
Crawl or you'll die in smoke
I keep it heated when the hawk is out
Seated low Tahoe, beat it when the dark is out
I'm outside of the line and I'm actin a fool
like a three o'clock bully, waitin after school
(Punks!) I've been in this line for hours
I even killed the time by helpin my man pass out fliers
Now all I wanna do is get in where I fit in
Shake my ass with the baddest pidgeon with her wig in
JUMP, MOVE, CRASH, SMOKE, DRINK
Shake that ass stank, the fuck you think?
Poppa Bear at the table, and the porridge is pourin
Since +Def+ is the label I belong in a morgue!
I'm walkin half-dead, actin senile
with bigga niggaz from jail than the one on "Green Mile"
I'll huff and puff, blow the club down
I'll snuff a duck, I'm headed Uptown

[DJ Kool]
Yeah that's right! We up in this joint now
Aiyyo we gettin ready to take over
Freddie, you grab the mic, I'ma grab the turntables
We gon' rock this joint baby! - a-huh, a-huh, ahh!

[Chorus: DJ Kool + Redman]
If you got up in the club free (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you drunk up in the V.I.P. (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you swingin from them club lights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
And you like to start them club fights (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody come to wild out (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
If you a big dog no doubt (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty..

Everybody wave your hands now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody jump up and down (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Everybody keep it goin now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty (let's get dirty)
Just a little bit louder now (let's get dirty)
Say let's get dirty.. c'mon, c'mon!

(let's get dirty)
A-huh, a-huh, ahh-huh! (let's get dirty)
Keep it goin now (let's get dirty

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What's Your Fantasy

Ludacris

Ludacris

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
give it to me now,
give it to me now
give it to me now,
give it to me now

Shawnna

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
give it to me now,
give it to me now
give it to me now,
give it to me now

Ludacris & Shawnna (
2x)
I wanna li li li lick you from
your head to your toes
and I wanna move from
the bed down to the down
to the to the floor
I wanna ah ah you make
it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know
wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Ludacris

I wanna get you in
the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club we can do it
in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop
or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
or in back of a classroom
how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em
and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
and the tell me what they fantasy
like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me

Ludacris & Shawnna (
2x)
I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Ludacris

I wanna get you in the bath tub
with the candle lit you give it up till they go out
or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
cause you know I got sold out
or red carpet dick could just roll out
go 'head and scream you can't hold out
we can do it in the pouring rain
runnin the train when it's hot or cold out
how 'bout in the library on top of books
but you can't be too loud
you wanna make a brother beg for it
give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
we can do it in the white house
tryna make them turn the lights out
champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing
what's my name, what's my name, what's my name
a sauna, jacuzzi
in the back row at the movie
You can stratch my back and rule me
You can push me or just pull me
on hay in middle of the barn (woo)
rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

Ludacris & Shawnna (
2x)
I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Ludacris

I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, rough sex make it hurt
in the garden all in the dirt
Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
on the top of my escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade
Tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat
Factories or on hundred spoke
what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt
whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt
scream help play my game
dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my reigns
School teacher let me get my grades

(
4x)

Ludacris

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
give it to me now,
give it to me now
give it to me now,
give it to me now

Shawnna

Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah
give it to me now,
give it to me now
give it to me now,
give it to me now

Ludacris & Shawnna (
 2x)
I wanna li li li lick you from
your head to your toes
and I wanna move from
the bed down to the down
to the to the floor
I wanna ah ah you make
it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know
wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Ludacris

I wanna get you in
the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line
while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree
And if you like in the club we can do it
in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P.
Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top
Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock
We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop
or how 'bout on the beach with black sand
lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man
Table top or just give me a lap dance
The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands
That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom
or in back of a classroom
how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon
see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em
I flash 'em and out last 'em
and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em
I'll let 'em free
and the tell me what they fantasy
like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me

Ludacris & Shawnna (
 2x)
I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Ludacris

I wanna get you in the bath tub
with the candle lit you give it up till they go out
or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert
cause you know I got sold out
or red carpet dick could just roll out
go 'head and scream you can't hold out
we can do it in the pouring rain
runnin the train when it's hot or cold out
how 'bout in the library on top of books
but you can't be too loud
you wanna make a brother beg for it
give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud
we can do it in the white house
tryna make them turn the lights out
champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing
what's my name, what's my name, what's my name
a sauna, jacuzzi
in the back row at the movie
You can stratch my back and rule me
You can push me or just pull me
on hay in middle of the barn (woo)
rose pedals on the silk sheets uh
eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet

Ludacris & Shawnna (
 2x)
I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes
and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy

Ludacris

I wanna get you in the back seat windows up
that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert
Rip the pants and rip the shirt, rough sex make it hurt
in the garden all in the dirt
Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk
Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid
In the sun or up in the shade
on the top of my escalade
Maybe your girl and my friend can trade
Tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat
Factories or on hundred spoke
what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt
whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt
scream help play my game
dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my reigns
School teacher let me get my grades

(
 4x)

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My Love Is Like...Wo

Mýa

See baby
I know you done
had your share of girls
I am more than confident
You won't ever have to search
any streets for affection
I got you
What kind of girl you like
I know my looks can be deceivin'
Tell me am I your type
My main goal is to please you
What's on the schedule tonight
Am I the reason you'll be treatin'
I hope you have an appetite
So tell me will you come
and spend the night
My love is like wo
My kiss is like wo
My touch is like wo
My sex is like wo
My ais like wo
My body's like wo
And you're kissin' it
So what you think of it
My love is like wo
My kiss is like wo
My touch is like wo
My sex is like wo
My ais like wo
My body's like wo
And you're kissin' it
So what you think of it
When will you come through
'Cause I'll be waitin' up
right here
Can you bring some Belvedere
So we can pop the cork and cheer
Please have no fear
I just wanna love you right
I hope you have an appetite
So baby
will you come and spend the night
My love is like wo
My kiss is like wo
My touch is like wo
My sex is like wo
My ais like wo
My body's like wo
And you're kissin' it
So what you think of it
My love is like wo
My kiss is like wo
My touch is like wo
My sex is like wo
My ais like wo
My body's like wo
And you're kissin' it
So what you think of it
Oh me Oh me oh my
Tasty My Tasty my
Oh me oh my
Tasty my Tasty
love me like you never
wanna let me go
If you're likin'
what you're tastin' really
let me know
If you're gonna love me
better love me strong
'Cause I want this love to
love last all night long
My love is like wo
My kiss is like wo
My touch is like wo
My sex is like wo
My ais like wo
My body's like wo
And you're kissin' it
So what you think of it
My love is like
My kiss is like
My touch is like
My sex is like
My ais like
My body's like
And you're kissin' it
So what you think of it
Wo Wo Wo Wo Wo Wo Wo

10.

I Know You Got Soul

Eric B.& Rakim

It's been a long time, I shouldn't have left you
Without a strong rhyme to step to
Think of how many weak shows you slept through
Time's up, I'm sorry I kept you
Thinking of this, you keep repeating you miss
The rhymes from the microphone soloist
And you sit by the radio, hand on the dial, soon
As you hear it, pump up the volume
Dance wit the speaker 'till you hear it blow,
Then plug in the headphone 'cause here it go
It's a 4 letter word when it's heard, it control
your body to dance (You got it) soul,
Ditects the tempo like a red alert
Reaches your reflex, so let it work
When this is playing, you can't get stuck wit
The steps, so get set and I'm a still come up wit
A gift to be swift, follow the leader, the rhyme will go
Def wit the record that was mixed a long time ago
It can be done but only I can do it
For those that can dance and clap your hands to it
I start to think and then I sink
Into the paper like I was ink
When I'm writing, I'm trapped in between the lines,
I escape when I finish the rhyme...
I got soul

You got it (4x)
I know you got soul

Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a scientist
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? then you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you wanna get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it (5x)

I got soul (you got it) that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R's requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone can relate to...
Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Or should I just let him melt?
Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it (4x)

Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound,
Even other states come right and exact,
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it (10x)

You got it (4x)
I know you got soul

Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat gold chain
Grab the mic like I'm on Soul Train
But I'll wait 'cause I mastered this
Let the others go first so the brothers don't miss
Eric B. break the sticks (you got it)
Rakim will begin when you make the mix
I'll experiment like a scientist
You wanna rhyme, you gotta sign my list
'Cause I'm a manifest and bless the mic I hold
You want it next? then you gotta have soul
'Cause if you ain't got it, I'm a make an encore
Take the mic, make the people respond for
The R, 'cause that's the way it'll have to be
If you wanna get on after me
Think about it, wait, erase your rhyme
Forget it and don't waste your time
'Cause I'll be in the crowd if you ain't controlling it
Drop the mic, you shouldn't be holding it
This is how it should be done
This style is identical to none
Some try to make it sound like this but you're getting me
So upset that I'm wet 'cause you're sweating me
I drip steam like a microphone fiend
Eager to MC is my theme
I get hype when I hear a drum roll
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it (5x)

I got soul (you got it) that's why I came
To teach those who can't say my name
First of all, I'm the soloist, the soul controller
Rakim gets stronger as I get older
Constant elevation causes expansion
I write my rhyme while I cool in my mansion
Then put it on tape and in the city I test it
Then on the radio the R's requested
You listen to it, the concept might break you
'Cause almost anyone can relate to...
Whoever's out of hand, I'm give him handles
Light 'em up, blow 'em out like candles
Or should I just let him melt?
Then give him a hand so they can see how it felt
I'm not bold just cuz I rock gold
Rakim is on the mic and you know I got soul

You got it (4x)

Now I'm a stop to see what you got
Get off the mic before I get too hot
I want to see which posse can dance the best
It should be easy 'cause the beat is fresh
Now if your from Uptown, Brooklyn- bound,
The Bronx, Queens, or Long Island Sound,
Even other states come right and exact,
It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at
Since you came here, you have to show and prove
And do that dance until it don't move
'Cause all you need is soul self-esteem will release,
The rest is up to you, Rakim 'll say peace

You got it (10x)

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11.

Slow Down

옴니버스(Va)

12.

Make Her Feel Good

Teairra Marí

[Hook:]
Is there any boys around
That know how to make a girl feel?
That wanna make a girl feel,
Make her feel good?
All I wanna know
Is there any boys around
That know how to make a girl feel?
That wanna make a girl feel,
Make her feel good?
I just wanna know

[Verse 1:]
Do I have to tell a nigga how to touch me?
Do I have to tell a nigga how to hold me?
Do I have to tell a nigga when to call me?
Do I have to tell a nigga I'm lonely?
Do I have to feel wrong,
When it ain't strong?
Keep my mouth closed?
(huh huh huh)
Can't a girl from tha hood find a homie,
That ain't just tryna hang around me?

Do I have to show a nigga I'm a woman?
Do I have to apologize for my emotions?
Do I have to tell a nigga what to say to me,
Everytime he wanna get next to me?
Do I have to set a full cat black case?
Stroke cuz he go
(mmh girl no)
Can't a chick from tha hood find a homie,
That wanna do more than spend money on me?

[Hook]

[Verse 2:]
How come I got a nigga but can't trust him?
Why every answer to my question is a question?
Why can't my nigga be my own lil somethin'?
And every girl on my block can't say they don' bumped wit?

I'm so tired of these so called wanna be hard cold pretenders that
(have no clue)
Can't a chick from tha hood find a homie,
That I ain't gotta tell how to put it on me?

[Hook]

[Bridge:]
Why why is it so hard
Hard for a girl like me to find a boy
That really knows how to make a girl feel (girl feel, feel)
Why is it so hard
Hard for a girl like me to find a boy
That really knows how to make a girl feel (girl feel, feel)
I just wanna know

[Hook]

13.

14.

Now see I try to keep the peace
But your lies is killin me
Yo ass is in these streets
On them bogus late night creeps
You said you were with your boys
Then tried to switch it
Go head with the bullshit
Cause I ain't none of these bitches
The truth is coming to get cha
Pain is about to split cha
You done put your hands on me
And Dre is about to get with cha
I done messed around and spotted you
Like you was famous
Now you got the dumb look on your face like
What cha name is?
Nigga I know what cha game is
You done lied to me so much its painless
Boy you took mommies first seed for granted
Now your cheating ass is about to be strained

Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH
Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH
Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH
And you always running away from the TRUTH
You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH
Undress the lie tell what you got TRUTH
Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH
But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH

Now see time and time again, You got away with murder
The bitch calls here again ,See I'ma have to hurt her
Fool that you roll with, He be hittin on me
You so busy parting, Your to damn blind to see
You don't think that I know that scheme
Your mess with the intelligence of a wise ghetto queen
Boy it ain't much you can get past me
I will leave yo ass crying take it from me

Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH
Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH
Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH
And you always running away from the TRUTH
You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH
Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH
Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH
But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH

[R. Kelly]
Mommy listen up you got me confused
Told you I was out smoking with my dudes
Then we pop Chrys right after we hit the Swiss
Then later on that night you ain't gonna believe this shit
There was a knock at the door
Now check it I'm bout to hip ya
The door opens what about ten or eleven strippa's
The first thing I did was went into a room to pick up
A phone to call you but no said the liquor
But now I got the hiccups
Hands up like a stick up
Got to come all up in here and hear your ass bicker
And after all that what make this shit the worse
Even though I'm wrong I admit the truth hurts

Hum. See some of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH
Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH
Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH
And you always running away from the TRUTH
See you lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH
Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH
Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH
But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH

[repeat 2]

Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH
Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH
Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH
And you always running away from the TRUTH
You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH
Undress the lie tell what you got TRUTH
Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH
But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH

Now see time and time again, You got away with murder
The bitch calls here again ,See I'ma have to hurt her
Fool that you roll with, He be hittin on me
You so busy parting, Your to damn blind to see
You don't think that I know that scheme
Your mess with the intelligence of a wise ghetto queen
Boy it ain't much you can get past me
I will leave yo ass crying take it from me

Cause most of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH
Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH
Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH
And you always running away from the TRUTH
You lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH
Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH
Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH
But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH

[R. Kelly]
Mommy listen up you got me confused
Told you I was out smoking with my dudes
Then we pop Chrys right after we hit the Swiss
Then later on that night you ain't gonna believe this shit
There was a knock at the door
Now check it I'm bout to hip ya
The door opens what about ten or eleven strippa's
The first thing I did was went into a room to pick up
A phone to call you but no said the liquor
But now I got the hiccups
Hands up like a stick up
Got to come all up in here and hear your ass bicker
And after all that what make this shit the worse
Even though I'm wrong I admit the truth hurts

Hum. See some of ya'll niggas can't deal with the TRUTH
Be hatin when you woman start hit you with the TRUTH
Trying to turn it all around when you know it's the TRUTH
And you always running away from the TRUTH
See you lied til you make yourself think it's the TRUTH
Undress the lie tell what you got it TRUTH
Should have been up front and just told the TRUTH
But instead you wanna go and try to hide the TRUTH

[repeat 2]

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15.

16.

Yo I`m the same little girl that grew up next dor 2 u
Went through all the things a teenage girl goes through
Hangin` out all night breakin my curfew
When my daddy hit the door I gave my mumma the blues
Use 2 spend my time blazin` lazin` days away
Thought I was grown left home at 15 didn`t want to obey
Had 2 get my act together couldn`t take the heat
And now I`m making beats 4 the streets

(Chorus)
I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
I stay blowin` up ur stereo
I`m just Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody gotta hear me u
Hear me bussin` on da radio
Now feel my flow u get me though
I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
C me bouncin` in da video
And I come to rock the show
I`m Ms. Dy-na-mi-tee
Everybody loose control
Let my vibe touch ur soul

I remember all the house parties that took place
Bein` in my bed upstairs and we could still feel the base
And my cousins and my brothers we`d sit up all night
Listenin` 2 my family vibin` till the mornin` light
Remember my first years of school I was so innocent
I just wanted to learn I never been so content
But the more that I learned I found a guidin light
That showed me the need to fight
And be

(Chorus)

At 13 I thought I was in love with this guy
Anytime I caught his eye I thought that I`d just die
Remember playin` class clown I was just a disruptive fool
And the beatin` I got first time suspended from school
Remember Sunday School and after go 2 grandmas 4 lunch
Macaroni, rice and peas, chicken and pineapple punch
Never had much my mum brother sister and me
But love was enough 2 succeed
2 grow

(Chorus)

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2006-05-10

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