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Straight outta Compton, crazy motherfucker named Ice Cube From the gang called Niggaz With Attitudes When I'm called off, I got a sawed off Squeeze the trigger, and bodies are hauled off You too, boy, if ya fuck with me The police are gonna hafta come an |
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A to tha L to tha I to tha G-izzy
J to tha U to tha L I E-zzy, S to tha H to tha A double G-izzy, Y Rude boys gettin busy. (x2) Rub them off with ya love and affection, This will probably be your protection, Stick it to your heart contention, Anything fo me julie (aight). Now there goes some mmm we make a connection, She heard me voice and get a nipp.....ere.., We be bangin to a shaggy selection, One time for me julie (aight). Julie, u know ur lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, You turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) I need a cure for this thing im feelin, Shaggy needs some sexual healin, I wanna reach and touch tha ceilin, When im knobbin me julie (aight). Me and tha king had a late night dealing, Worst of all its just a piece im stealin, I see ya face and its all over im believin, When im knobbin my julie (aight). Julie, u know me lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, Woman u turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) Hear this shaggy me can rap too (eh yo eh yo eh yo) She was fitter than J Lo, next to you shes just a minger, Fitter than Destiny's Child, well apart from the lead singer , Shes fitter than the spice girls, includin tha ginger, Give it a finger cos me wants to be in yer, They was claimin that our love was wrong,(yeah) The people just stared and said it was too long, (uh) But it ain't a crime to have a 12inch (a wut, dong, dong, dong, dong). Julie, u know me lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, Woman u turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) A to tha L to tha I to tha G-izzy, J to tha U to tha L I E-zzy, S to tha H to tha A double G-izzy, Y Rude boyz get busy. (x2) Julie, u know me lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, Woman u turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) |
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[Verse One]
I'm the most critically acclaimed, rap bitch in the game Coast to coast, stash the gat in holster girl Dark skinned, Christian Dior poster girl Mo' rockin Timbs bitch and the Gucci loafers girl Niggaz say I'm too pretty to spit rhymes this gritty Fuck y'all thought? Be dancin around in suits like I'm {Diddy} Pretty, show niggaz how we run this city Respect my name, Boogie nigga, stay in ya lane Like The Hurricane, rains on bitches like Sugar Shane And dare one of y'all rappin chicks to mention Fox name "What's Beef?" Beef is when bitches think it's sweet See y'all frontin in the streets and let my gat meet ya 1- Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yo yo yo Why Yoooooooo, Why yagga ya yo (yagga yo) [Verse Two] Check, uhh It's like I'm in my own fuckin world, I speak how I feel Sometimes I feel like I'm just too fuckin real I love to stack riches, no disrespect y'all I respect the rap game, but I don't fuck with rap bitches I'm speakin from my heart It's not that I'm too good, I'm just hood Been like this from the fuckin start Since I bust my gun in ninety-six Y'all never see me flick up with them fake-ass chicks Bitches smile up in your face, turn around and pop shit You a industry bitch, I'm a in the streets bitch I might breeze through Prada, Chloe or Tiffs But, other than that it's just me and my six repeat 1 [Verse Three] I dream filthy My moms and pops mixed it with the Trini' rum and whiskey Uhh, proper set off Six sped off, gats let off, I speak calm Gangsta, and pours off like Screechie Don, bwoy Who y'all know rock Prada like Fox Pop bottles in the back of the cellar with Donatella Cartier wrist wear, Pasha Kay face Got niggaz stand in line just to get a sneak taste Act like y'all don't know I keeps gat beneath waist And like a hundred thou' each crib in each safe When Fox come through she have a gun in the place I'm like Marion Jones, what, who the FLUCK wan' race? Listen, never trippin, never catch Brown slippin Fuck, y'all only nice around mics like Pippen Shit, to all my thugs that's Blood'n or Crip'n I'm still shittin, still lowridin and switch-hittin nigga repeat 1 - 2X |
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Artist/Band: ja rule
title: put it on me Ja Rule: where would i be without my babayy? the thought alone might break meee... and i don't wanna go crazy. but every thug needs a ladaay. girl it feel like you and i been born together, inseparable, get your chain on for pleasure. for that, you'll forever be part of me.. my body and soul. ain't no "I didn't win." BABBAYY. when you cry who wipes your tears? when you scared who's tellin you there's nothin to fear? girl i'll always be there. when you need a shoulder to lean on, never hesitate. know when you can call on.. it's on me, and vise-versa. that's why i be the first ta see Jacob, frost your wrists up. now ya owe meh. i know your tired of being lonely.. so baby girl put it on meh. *chorus* (2x) where would i be without you? (uhh) i only think about you. (yeah) i know your tired of being lonely.. (lonely) so baby girl put it on me. (put it on me) Vita: YO, and i appreciate the rocks and gifts that you cock me baby. And that house on the hill when you drop like 80. On the downpayment, thinking "damn ain't life gravey." and ever since for my hunnie i've been twice the lady. what would i do without the nites that you kept me warm? when this cold world had a whirl caught in a storm. and i accept who you wit when you caught in your wrong. and respect when you flip cuz our love is strong. and when you hit the block, i watch the tin fall. and when my popps was asleep.. snuck in the back door. babyboy, we been down since jr. high. so when life get hot in july, it's the world against you and i. be ballin, tied together and never part from the heart.. knew that it would last forever. when you told mehh you would never leave me lonellyy so babyboy put on me. *chorus* Ja Rule: since sweet bananas, it's been you and i. a tear for a tear, an eye for an eye. and you know that my heart gone cry, if you leave me.. lonely. cuz you not just my love.. you my homie. who's gonna console me? MY LOVE. I'm outta control.. hold me MY LOVE CUZ I'M YOURS. and i don't wanna do nothing to hurt my babygirl. if this was our world, it'd be all yours babbayy. the thought alone might break mehh. and i don't wanna go crazzayy.. cuz every thug needs a ladayy YAY-YEAHHH.. AH. feelin you babygirl, them eyes ain't lyin. wash away all the tears. there'll be no more cryin BABAAY. and you complete meeh.. and i would die if you ain't with mehh.. so babygirl put it on mehh. *chorus* (4x) |
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To all my ladies what I know you feel the flava
Yo It's a misteeq flipper, yeh, UK Make way for the l - l - laydeez This is how we do it in a UK vibe (this is how we do it) Ha its the Misteeq girls upon the Rishi Rich vibe (This is how we do it) This is how we do it, it's Friday night And I feel all right The party's here on the West side So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up Designated driver turn the keys to my truck Hit the show 'cause I'm faded Guys in the street say, "girls, yo you made it" It feels so good in my hood tonight The summertime skirts and the guys they can eye All the gang bangers forgot about the drive-by You gotta get your groove on, before you go get paid So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed and it's all because (This is how we do it) The UK does it like nobody does (This is how we do it) All my neighbours check out much flava (This is how we do it) Let's flip the track, bring the old school back (This is how we do it) This is how we do it, all hands are in the air And wave them from here to there If you're an O.G. mack or a wanna-be playa You see the hood's been good to me Ever since I was a lower-case G But now I'm a big G, the guys see I got the money Dollar dollar bill y'all If you were from where I'm from then you would know That I gotta get mine in a big black truck You can get yours in a 6 - 4 Whatever it is, the party's underway So tip up your cup and throw your hands up And let me hear the party say I'm kinda buzzed, and it's all because (This is how we do it) The UK does it like nobody does (This is how we do it) L - O - N, D - O - N, (This is how we do it)all my homies Let's flip the track, bring the old school back (This is how we do it) Oh, Im buzzin because (This is how we do it) The UK does it like nobody does, (This is how we do it) L - O - N, D - O - N, (This is how we do it) all my homies I'll never come back with an old school track (This is how we do it) Check it out! Once upon a time in '94 Misteeq made no money and life sure was slow And all they said the 5'8" we stood And people thought the music that we made was good There lived a D.J. P.D.S was his name He came up to me and this is what he said You and them girls are gonna make some cash Sell a million records and we'll make in a dash" what I'm kinda buzzed (This is how we do it) Misteeq does it like nobody does (This is how we do it) L - O - N, D - O - N, (This is how we do it) We'll never come back on an old school track (This is how we do it) We've got the flava (To all my ladies, what, I know you feel the flava,) UK got the flava , UK, make way for the l - l - laydeez Misteeq got the flava (This is how we do it) Lets flip the track, bring the old school back (This is how we do it) |
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Freak me baby (ah yeah)
Freak me baby (yeah just like that) Freak me baby (c'mon.....c'mon) Freak me baby Let me lick you up and down Til' you say stop Let me play with your body baby Make you real hot Let me do all the things you want me to do Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you Baby don't you understand I wanna be your nasty man I wanna make your body scream then you will know just what I mean (then you know what I mean) 24 carat gold Don't want the night to grow cold I wanna lick you up and down (And) then I wanna lay you down C'mon sexy Let me lick you up and down Til' you say stop (Everytime I think about Your Love I want to lick You down) Let me play with your body baby Make you real hot (And when You get so freaky girl You know I want to love you now) Let me do all the things you want me to do Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you I love the taste of whipped cream (Hey) Spread it on top of me You know I can't resist you girl I'll fly you all around the world (all around the world) I wanna see your body drip (oh baby) C'mon let me take a sip Take off what you cherish most Cuz when I like to brag or boast Let me lick you up and down Til' you say stop (Everytime I think about You're Love I want to lick You down) Let me play with your body baby Make you real hot (And when You get so freaky girl You know I want I want to love you now) Let me do all the things you want me to do Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you Let me lick you up and down Til' you say stop (Everytime I think about You're Love I want to lick You down) Let me play with your body baby Make you real hot (And when You get so freaky girl You know I want I want to love you now) Let me do all the things you want me to do Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you Let me lick you up and down to make Youre bounted body wanna scream Everytime I think about your Love I want to lick you down Let me freak you all night long and girl, then you will know just what I mean And when You get so freaky girl You know I want to love you now Let me lick you up and down to make Youre bounted body wanna scream Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you Let me lick you up and down Til' you say stop (Everytime I think about You're Love I want to lick You down) Let me play with your body baby Make you real hot (And when You get so freaky girl You know I want to love you now) Let me do all the things you want me to do Cuz tonight baby I wanna get freaky with you *Fading Out* |
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[Intro] Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Shake dat ass (pop it, pop it) Shake dat ass (pop it, pop it) Shake dat ass (pop it, pop it) Shake dat ass (pop it, pop it) Shake dat ass (pop it, pop it) Shake dat ass (pop it, pop it) [Hook] Said it must be ya ass cause it ain't ya face I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill I said it must be ya ass cause it ain't ya face I need a tipdrill, I need a tipdrill Said if ya see a tipdrill point her out, where she at Point her out, where she at Point her out, there she goooooes Said if ya see a tipdrill point her out, where she at Point her out, where she at Point her out, there she goooooes [Verse 1] I'ma sucka for corn rows and manicured toes (hey!) And Applebottom capri's and Parasuco's (alright!) High saddity or city, with one or two clothes I'm draftin 'em right out of highschool straight into the pros Who knows, I knows (eh!) I love it when you be makin your knees touch your elbows Takin it down low To the flo', and there you go Now throw it on me slow And er'ytime I +Busta Rhyme+, baby 밎imme Some Mo?You say you likin that When I be hittin it from behind and I be rightin back Ye that's my very next line when I be speakin my mind I spit the same game to a pigeon or fine dime (eh!) Talkin that shit about the 'Tics Somebody pro'lly jealous cause they bitch got hit But ain't nobody else talking shit like this Should we apologize? (Hell nah! Hell nah!) [Chorus] We be like undele, undele, mami E.I. E.I. (oh oooooh!) What's poppin tonight? Undele, undele, mami E.I. E.I. (oh ooooooh!) Well if the head right, I be there er'ynight Undele, undele, mami E.I. E.I. (oh oooooh!) What's poppin tonight? Undele, undele, mami E.I. E.I. (oh ooooooh!) Well if the head right, I be there er'ynight [Verse 2] 'Til the break of dawn (dawn) You see our money long (long) Matter fact I'm takin the skirt right along with the thong (thong) Some say I'm wrong, but fuck it I'm grown (grown) I'm about 20-somethin with 2 of my own Nigga I flash it (oh!) Double takes when you past me, nasty Don't be scurred boo, come on just ask me I drive fastly I'm like Jeff Gordon I switch the raid on the S and kept that Navigation System cranked, blaze'on It's smellin amaze'on Got three chicks rollin' out black, white and Asian Another one pag-in tellin me to come home He jus left the house and he ain't comin back home I use the V-12 power, I be there in an hour Matter fact, you keep the door open I'll catch you shower Bring it back over girl, I hear you gettin louder And the same shit gon' happen if you use the word ours eh! [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3] We runnin through a whole pound - of that sticky Hydro got my whole mouth - feelin icky I pour Crissy down a hoe's mouth - just cause she picked me Back stage when my shows out - tell em what you mean I mean four inches when we roll ouuut - come and get me Rock the platinum and brought the gold out - who all wit me? I already got my fo' out - cocked Plus I got many niggas wanna show ouuuuut! In the Escalade (you know) Powder baby blue leather seats gucci And Jack Frosty Roger the Rabbit and Bugsy Go back like there no socks in rugby If you compare me to any other MC on originality For s'all in the jewlery I gotta top three I gotta be cocky If you ready to leave Holly, see you in Maui [Chorus] eh! eh! eh! (oh oooh!) eh! eh! eh! eh! uh! uh! uh! uh! Well if the head right, I be there er'ynight! eh! ye! uh! uh! uh! uh! [Hook] |
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Fight The Power
Shocklee - Sadler - Ridenhour 1989 the number another summer (get down) Sound of the funky drummer Music hittin' your heart cause I know you got sould (Brothers and sisters, hey) Listen if you're missin' y'all Swingin' while I'm singin' Givin' whatcha gettin' Knowin' what I know While the Black bands sweatin' And the rhythm rhymes rollin' Got to give us what we want Gotta give us what we need Our freedom of speech is freedom or death We got to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say Fight the power As the rhythm designed to bounce What counts is that the rhymes Designed to fill your mind Now that you've realized the prides arrived We got to pump the stuff to make us tough from the heart It's a start, a work of art To revolutionize make a change nothin's strange People, people we are the same No we're not the same Cause we don't know the game What we need is awareness, we can't get careless You say what is this? My beloved lets get down to business Mental self defensive fitness (Yo) bum rush the show You gotta go for what you know Make everybody see, in order to fight the powers that be Lemme hear you say... Fight the Power Elvis was a hero to most But he never meant shit to me you see Straight up racist that sucker was Simple and plain Mother fuck him and John Wayne Cause I'm Black and I'm proud I'm ready and hyped plus I'm amped Most of my heroes don't appear on no stamps Sample a look back you look and find Nothing but rednecks for 400 years if you check Don't worry be happy Was a number one jam Damn if I say it you can slap me right here (Get it) lets get this party started right Right on, c'mon What we got to say Power to the people no delay To make everybody see In order to fight the powers that be (Fight the Power) |
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Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky? Soul Sonic Force can y'll get funky? The Zulu Nation can y'll get funky? Just hit me, just taste the funk and hit me Just get on down and hit me Bambaataa's jus' gettin' So funky, now, hit me just hit me Just start to chase your dreams Up out your seats, make your body sway Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream Love life, live come play the game, Our world is free do what you want but scream We know a place where the nights are hot It is a house of funk Females and males both headed all for the disco The D. J. plays your favorite blasts Takes you back to the past, music's magic (poof) Bump bump bump get bump with some flash, people Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop The Soul Sonic Force, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow and M. C. Globe We emphasize the show, we got ego Make this your night, just slip it right, and by day As the people say, live it up, shucks No work or play, our world is free be what you be, be Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop Rock rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop You're in a place where the nights are hot Where nature's children dance and set a chance On this Mother Earth, which is our rock The time has come, and work for soul, Show you really got soul Are you ready hump bump bump, Get bump, now let's go, house Twist and turn, the you let your body slide You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce Everybody just rock it, don't stop it Gotta rock it, don't stop Keep tickin' and tockin', Work it all around the clock Everybody keep rockin' and clockin' And shockin' and rockin', go house Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats) Well hit me, Mr. Biggs (Crowd repeats) Pow Wow (Crowd repeats) G-L-O-B-E (Crowd repeats) The Soul Sonic Force You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century There is such a place tht creates such a melody Our world is but a land of a master jam, get up and dance It's time to chase your dreams Up out your seats, make your body sway Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream Love life, live, zih, zih, zih, zih, zih (ad lib) Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it (Crowd repeats) Everybody say, shock it and pop it (Crowd repeats) Everybody say, ich me sun chi (Crowd repeats) Say, Planet Rock (Crowd repeats) It's the sure shot (Crowd repeats) Say, Planet Rock (Crowd repeats) It's the sure shot (Crowd repeats) So twist and turn, then you let your body glide You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce So hit me just taste the funk and hit me Just get on down and hit me Bambaataa's gettin' so funky, now hit me Every piece of the world Rate the message of the worlds All men, women, boys, and girls, Hey our Planet Rock is superb get on it You got the groove, move (ad lib) Feel the groove fell it Do what ya want but ya know Ya got to be cool and boogie Out on the floor, go down Bring it low close to the ground Everybody just rock it, don't stop it, gotta rock it Don't stop keep tickin' and tockin' Work it all around the clock Everybody just rock it, don't stop it Gotta rock it, don't stop (repeats) |
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J to tha U to tha L I E-zzy, S to tha H to tha A double G-izzy, Y Rude boys gettin busy. (x2) Rub them off with ya love and affection, This will probably be your protection, Stick it to your heart contention, Anything fo me julie (aight). Now there goes some mmm we make a connection, She heard me voice and get a nipp.....ere.., We be bangin to a shaggy selection, One time for me julie (aight). Julie, u know ur lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, You turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) I need a cure for this thing im feelin, Shaggy needs some sexual healin, I wanna reach and touch tha ceilin, When im knobbin me julie (aight). Me and tha king had a late night dealing, Worst of all its just a piece im stealin, I see ya face and its all over im believin, When im knobbin my julie (aight). Julie, u know me lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, Woman u turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) Hear this shaggy me can rap too (eh yo eh yo eh yo) She was fitter than J Lo, next to you shes just a minger, Fitter than Destiny's Child, well apart from the lead singer , Shes fitter than the spice girls, includin tha ginger, Give it a finger cos me wants to be in yer, They was claimin that our love was wrong,(yeah) The people just stared and said it was too long, (uh) But it ain't a crime to have a 12inch (a wut, dong, dong, dong, dong). Julie, u know me lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, Woman u turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) A to tha L to tha I to tha G-izzy, J to tha U to tha L I E-zzy, S to tha H to tha A double G-izzy, Y Rude boyz get busy. (x2) Julie, u know me lovin ur truly, From my head down to my gooly, Woman u turn me on wiv ya big babylons. (x2) |
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