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| 2. |
| 3:29 |
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| 3. |
| 4:20 | 
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Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype?
Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna jam Fellas in the place just clap your hands Ladies in the house just grab a man We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna move Ladies in the place just show 'em proof Fellas in the house you know what to do We gonna make y'all feel it in a special way A new van full of action and expos?br> Ladies in the house looking ready to play And I'm waiting for the right one to pass my way And in the mean time I'm about to roll up The Hague We got drinks on the table, tied up our lay And it's time to unwind if you've had a low day And ladies, I got something to say Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna jam Fellas in the place just clap your hands Ladies in the house just grab a man We gonna make y'all feel it Make y'all feel it Make y'all wanna move Lades in the place just show 'em proof Fellas in the house you know what to do Feel the vibration of the bass charm Put your face on the speaker, get your face blown Get up on the floor, get your dance on Coz your backbone's connected to your ass, go on The ladies all dressed up high fashion (hot!) Dancing all sexy with passion Honey, if you don't mind me asking Can you feel all that bass in that ass, hun? Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah This is it (this is it) gotta keep 멷m moving Don't stop (don't stop) once you get moving Don't break (one break) next thing you know You on top (you on top) so hop to the rhythm That we stop (don't stop) get loose and express What you got (what you got) at least you gotta Give yourself a shot (a shot) hey never get 'em up And what you got? Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype? I can feel the hy-y-y-ype Can you feel the hy-y-y-ype? I can feel the hy-y-y-ype Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, in my body-ah (can you feel it) Can you feel it in your body-ah (can you feel it) Coz I can feel it in my body-ah (I can feel it) It feels good to my body-ah To my body, to my body-ah To my body, to my body-ah |
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| 4. |
| 3:47 |
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Hear that?
Stop Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say. I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, Woo, Lets work, Jae millz some call me the statue, Worldwide hustler but, I?m from the airport. Rows go sit on my neck, rows go sit on my wrist. Nigga?s got you and your bitch. You better, Stop Yeh I know niggas hatin? but there slower than the dollas that I?m makin?. Plus I still walk in any club with my jewels on. No security just me and a couple groove towns. Who you work for? You know who the boss, new blue yankee?s seven and three fours. Where ever I?m met nigga I?m still in New York. And my gun got an inch on it like porshe. So please don?t make it take off. Cos I don?t care where you from mac. I?mma throw your thoughts to the north, and be in the spot that be where the pimps screamin most say hit proberbly holla at your bitch. Stop Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say. I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, No I aint gotta brag, I aint gotta front. See me when you see me find out whatever you want. I?m livin, but smokes are still givin. Gotta tell em what to do, Listen. Everybody wanna tell the cops so next time you see a detective tell him I was on the drop. Ridin low on the ocean blowin hell to pot. Middle finger in the air bouncing like braap. Its one up one up, one up one up what still winnin. Homey you?ll always be a runner up. You wanna lay up in a Hilton, your stupid I'm tryin to lay up in a Hilton. Or maybe a Ritchie probably Nicky whichever I?ll bet I?ll have um blowin the sticky. Now I?m from the 212, nigga you know who. It?s the holla boy up on your boobs so tell um. Stop Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say. I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, Listen baby, oh you so crazy, girl you gonna? have to spend the night. I?ll put you in my big Mercedes, flip the shades, get it poppin crazy inside. Jae talk to ?um. What I do and what the ballers do, fix your face you aint never seen a four door cope. Tell shorty we can jump in the C.L.X and have sex and have C.L. sex until I hear you say. Stop They hey got me lazy, as long as my niggas? love me I don?t care who hates me. She told me she was comin? with us, but I knew I had her when I told her the track was for puff. Before I told Dre. Stop Seen that my way and watch me make a hit from yankee state to the A. Well you can catch Jay down in M.I.A. Up in Opia with Cool and Dre. Hollerin? at bitches like. Stop Mummy work that ass out, Get it on the floor my you know what I?m bout. And its your jump lets go, lets take it to my house. And we gone keep it goin? till the cops come out. Now let me hear you say. I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, What you think about it? I like that, Lets work, Statue. Cool Dre, They know what it is. Catch me down in M.I.A. Caller what up? |
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| 5. |
| 3:40 |
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| 6. |
| 3:42 |
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(feat. Timbaland)
[Intro: Dirtbag & (Timbaland)] Holla (Timbaland..) Uhh - Timbaland and uh Dirtbag (Timbaland..) YEEE!! (Timbaland..) Uh - Timbaland and uh Dirtbag, YEEE!! (Timbaland..) Uh, huh, what? [Chorus: Dirtbag] You wanna see how we flow? (here we go! here we go!) Gimme dough and do a show (here we go! here we go!) Your guy nearly got mad (here we go! here we go!) Timbaland and Dirtbag on the flow (here we go! here we go!) Yooo!! here we go yoo!! here we go yoo!! Here we go! here we go! here we go yoo!! Here we go yoo!! here we go yoo!! Here we go! here we go! [Verse: Dirtbag] Call me dirty Dirty, but I shine so clean Push birdy birdies, now I got a new scene Me and Timmy T dropping out a limousine While the girls fix they lipsticks, zipping their blue jeans We sippin that blue thing, but it feels so good I shouldn't have another, but I thank I would My location, conversation, relation that made me hood The rotation of my records every second made me good I ain't trying to have relations, Dirt trying to wood Strong penetration, it hurts when it's good Should I - choose you or your girl? I choose both Call Timmy and enforce my nigga, it's time to go [Chorus] [Verse: Dirtbag] O-kay, what we have here me the middle of the club All my killas in the rear, tec is sealed I ain't fear, we jump up in the Caddy let's peel I know you feel excited right beside me baby chill, okay? You play it right everything be straight Playa haters get jaw brokes And I supply slips of bacon drive the block hot, we hate cops! I'm the Hot Sauce in your Hip-Hop So 'Up Jumps Tha Boogie' that bang bitch, it don't stop Hot damn me, y'all can't handle me I'm the first to drop the hits like DJ Caddy, YEEE!!. [Chorus] [Bridge: Dirtbag] Your hips, your thighs, you make me wanna ride I say Your hips, your thighs, you make me wanna ride I'm saying STOMP! and grind, STOMP! and grind, you hear me?!?! STOMP! and grind, STOMP! and grind, I say That dank, this drink, it's got me feeling high I say That dank, this drink, it's got me feeling high I'm saying Sip baby - sip, sip baby - sip, I'm saying Sip baby - sip, sip baby - sip [Verse: Dirtbag] Uh, Dirtbag my gators'll hurt ya It don't matter the cost, we purchase Your girl doing us all my dawg, that's hurting You're too slow! Believing that ho a virgin Roll out the carpet, open the curtain Introducing Dirty, I'm bout to get this thang twurking I'm bout to shine, I thought you known Now check on Dirty Timmy new flow, here we go, here we go [Chorus] |
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| 7. |
| 3:48 |
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Are you ready
I need everybody to report to the dance floor now To all my ladies that don't need child support I need you to report to the dance floor right now All my niggaz that's on the grind You on the grind right now We about to get it poppin' in this motherfucker Already told y'all what it is Swizzy Y'all gon' make me 1, 2 hands in the air Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') See if the God say get her I'ma get her I'll hit her wit a pillow where the casket won't fit her The only reason I hit her she kept talkin' greasy Lil' jump skeezy betta ask somebody who I be (Bitch) I'm are to the E Z It's mid-summer got on long sleeves cause my arms is freezin' I gets fly for no reason See I got money but its always robbin' season, yeah See hip hop needs me, the beats is Swizz The girl is sick and please believe, that I'ma start Till every damn day I ball My jeans is blue and gray like Seton Hall Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Yeah, see Rem is a monster I'm raps MVP the star on the roster Officially a boogie-down Bronxer Terror Squad ain't the Brady Bunch and I ain't Marcia My shits so butter they should call me Marge And I ain't gotta be boss just as long as I'm in charge And whuteva I say goes, so if I say no Don't ask why I assume its because I say so I've been doin' it too long, ain't nothin' new to me I'll run through your lil' gated community You know how the girl be, I'm a show stopper I'll give it to you early before the toast pops up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') See this goes out to my be X crew Put your hands up in the air if you feel me Fuck 'em all day, fuck 'em all night Treat niggaz like hoes It's 'Whuteva' like a four alarm blaze And I'm hotter then hoes that work at the Days Inn People tryin' to make shit to make niggaz bop I make shit they play then niggaz get shot Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Right hand got a blunt, left hand got a cup And you already know the rules don't apply to us We gon' do what we do, it's whuteva to fuck We got that fly shit here we go Drivin' backwards down a one way like Big in the hypnotize video Bang this in your stereo, turn it higher, higher Now everybody light your lighters Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up, put your left hand up Put your right hand up (Man, man) It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') Whuteva (Get it poppin') It's whuteva (Get it poppin') |
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| 2:29 |
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| 11. |
| 4:49 |
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| 12. |
| 5:22 |
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Que Sera, Sera
(Whatever Will Be, Will Be) When I was just a little girl I asked my Mother, "What will I be? Will I be pretty? Will I be rich?" Here's what she said to me: "Oue sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." When I grew up and fell in love I asked my lover, "What will I be? Will I have rainbows Day after day" Here's what my lover said: "Que sera, sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." Now I have children of my own, They ask their Mother, "What will I be? Will I be handsome? Will I be rich?" I tell them tenderly: "Que sera sera, Whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera, What will be, will be." |
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