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Well um, lookin real sexy right now You and your girls, are lookin good Look why don't y'all take off y'all jackets What's your name baby? word? okay Tell your friend right there this, this my man Busta Hah, I know you starving for this shit Baby I'm feeling your hunger I'm so clean call a nigga Felix Ungar So what if I said it baby I'm still gon' tell ya I hope your ass bigger than Willona and Thelma Listen, it's Busta Rhymes bitch I ain't never fail ya Your ass all over like paraphernalia, hmm See the police gon jail ya For walking around wit the kind of ass that'll kill ya now Don't worry bout it I got money to bill ya Shorty stacking like a mule, type of shit that'll scare ya Headboard bang, bump the side of ya head Watch how ya ass spread spill all off the side of the bed now, hmm Now whachu do to the dread? baby your ass really changed What he initially said because a nigga dead But fuck em! cause now we vibing and talking and shit I love to hear your ass go (ga ga goon) when you walking and shit Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl like your ass on fire - like your ass on fire Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - I'll light your ass on fire Move girl I'll light your ass on fire - Bitch I'll light that ass on fire Move girl I'll light your ass on fire Bust it, baby I know you probably really Need a table cloth to cover your ass Digging in your pocket while you rubbing yo ass Shit so big just put the club in yo ass Prep the H2 park it right infront of yo ass I see your little gap between your cunt and yo ass And make you jump inside the whip and smoke a blunt wit yo ass I'm saying hmm, the shit'll spread like a rash The way they ass wiggles see I got the shit on a smash now listen I light the L smell a wiff of the hash And bag all the bitches, now watch you see me zip in a flash I'm saying hmm, now I'm a put you on blast Just like a tint window when you put your shit on the glass Bust right through the window then it sit on the dash And have a nigga driving wreckless till you making him crash (Hah, c'mon) we making money and shit Now pop your muffin while we be watching you shaking your shit [Chorus] Welcome to hot in Hazyville It make you wanna dance till you break your heels I know you love the way the God make your feel Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville) Baby, just shake ya ass till you spread on the floor I noticed that your ass too big for your draws You need a - a chiropractor just to marry yo ass To tell the truth you need a tractor just to carry yo ass Fo reala, you motherfuckers probably think that I'm playing All bitches love to talk and all that other shit I be saying And going hmm, see how you putting it down I love the way you shake it throw it around! [Chorus] Welcome to hot in Hazyville It make you wanna dance till you break your heels I know you love the way the God make your feel Now watch me get deeper than a Navy Seal (Navy Seal?) It got a crazy feel, shit feel like you in a danger field Hypnotize, stuck it in her, daze for real That's exactly why we call this one Hazyville (Hazyville) |
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You just left a good girl (good girl, good girl)
A good girl you lost today From such a good thing (good girl, good girl) From such a good thing you walked away Thought I was your guiding light your angel Why didn't I know Was prepared to sacrifice my halo I was buggin out Everybody Would come to me Tellin me The things they seen Your girlfriend Who lives for the limelight Well that's alright If that's what you like You just left a good girl (good girl, good girl) A good girl you lost today From such a good thing (good girl, good girl) From such a good thing you walked away (you walked away) How could I mistake us having sex with making love Said I'll never know How could I believe you knew what real love was As real as you could know Everybody Would come to me Tellin me The things they seen Your girlfriend Who lives for the limelight Well that's alright If that's what you like You just left a good girl (good girl, good girl) (oh, oh, oh, oh) A good girl you lost today From such a good thing (good girl, good girl) From such a good thing you walked away I reminisce to that moment You held me close (you held me close) Said we could rewrite history So how could you blow it Now this song has no notes (no notes) So what will the angels sing (I guess nothing) Thought I was over my life's biggest hurdle But oh no, no, no It seems destiny's arrangement's circles But that's how it goes Everybody (everybody) Would come to me (come to me) Tellin me (tellin me) The things they seen (things they seen) Your girlfriend Who lives for the limelight (limelight) Well that's alright If that's what you like You just left a good girl (good girl, good girl) A good girl you lost today (you lost today) From such a good thing (good girl, good girl) From such a good thing you walked away (you walked away) You just left a good girl (good girl, good girl) (not really a jealous girl) A good girl you lost today (my heart opened doors to a place you could walk through) From such a good thing (good girl, good girl) (more pictures than any girl) From such a good thing you walked away (truly your best friend someone that you could talk to) You just left a good girl So I'm single now ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By WILLIAMS, PHARRELL L/HUGO, CHAD <i>Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing</i> |
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Dirty ET We All We Got StarTracks on the G-M-B I'm not the man sittin' next to the man But I'm the man sittin' wonderin if I'ma ever see you again If imma ever get the chance to hug and squeeze you again... I swear I'll leave you again You ain't gotta worry bout it (Woo) Dirty is simple man I run up on you, man and all, I ain't no minute man A G-4 headin' straight for Switzerland Or independent 8-Mile down to Michigan She so fit (man) an S-T-L Hottie Aqua bottom demin The flyest thang in the party Baby last could it be Mo-Lotte? Got mo' back than she got body (Eh!) Fall back, get 'Cris and drin' it up Tomorrow hit the mall And 'Cris you d-it up Credit card to the max Come Back! I re. it up If I'm movin' too fast fo' ya Hurry to speed it up Or ease up, whichever one you prefer We yellow diamonds or the whites, Whichever one you prefer Cali we do the drop New York we do the furr East Coast West Coast whichever one you prefer! (If I couldn't...) Take you... Around the world... (Take you around that w-orld Then shorty would you be my girl...?) Hey (Would you be my?) Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo) Big jewelry with diamonds, girl (Woo, would you still be my girl...?) Hey (Would you be my?) No NBA but I could handle rock I'm a different kindda' balla' baby, feel or not (Feel or not) Yea I'm a playa' and I crush a lot I also puff a lot, But I'll stop if you fuss a lot Err-thing I done done you ain't satisfied And you don't wanna' answer to my Who's? and my Why's? (Eh) Just loan me back my keys to my CL55 Better hurry the bus leave at 7:55 (55) WE OFF THAT Take you to the field, ma, Let you ride horse back Yea I'm 50 miles from the arch and all that But from the bedroom, balcony, you can see all that I can see you pointin' now like, What do you call that? Got all these damn cars Where the hell do ya' park at? We used to ask What it cost? Now it ain't no more a'that I made it so ya' own mama call ya It's all crap (If I couldn't...) Take you... Around the world... (Take you around that w-orld Then shorty would you be my girl...?) Hey (Would you be my?) Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo), Big jewelry with diamonds, girl (Woo, would you still be my girl...?) Hey (Would you be my?) Take you (take you) Girl if I couldn't Take you (take you) If I couldn't Take you around the world Tell me would you still be my girl? If I couldn't Take you (take you) Now way to Take you (take you) Girl if I couldn't Take you around the world Tell me would you still be my girl? (If I couldn't...) Take you... Around the world... (Take you around that w-orld Then shorty would you be my girl...?) Hey (Would you be my?) Buy you cars (Woo), credit cards (Woo) Big jewelry with diamonds, girl (Woo, Would you still be my girl...?) Hey (Would you be my?) [Chorus with minor changes - Repeat until fadeout] |
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You should smokes with me
The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind) Blowing chronic to me, it's like a tradition to me I got the pi-doun, so sit down and listen to me Don't go against me fool, go wit me We could blow it all together like Bobby Brown and Whitney Yeah, we got something in common They could search a nigga, but they never finding my bomb And I got the stash, spot my cash Got lot of motherfuckas pulling police shots I'm not The One, nigga you could call me The Two Bob Marley reincarnated, pupils dilated Emancipated, concentrated, debated, rated many times You surprised how I made it, huh? You hate it, huh, but you know I ain't even trippin' I'm splitting that Swisha up, plotting on the come up I'm living my life and never putting my gun up Drinking my drink, and I'ma smoke that blunt The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind) The greener the tree, the better the bud The strength of the branch, will tell you how chronic it was I'm buzzing high, sliding, slippin' Gotcha listening to Snoop and now you feel like you crippin' It's all to the good, the dash is wood You got some hoes in ya truck and now ya ready to fuck But, they frontin' and fakin' and time is wastin' She don't wanna give ya number now she howlin' at Jason Now don't get mad, just roll to the pad And keep a G on the bitch and roll another dub bag (My nigga) Light that shit, hit that bitch Then past it to ya homie like playa, pimp (Blaze that bitch) And when you get dizzone, crack the do' And let me get a little snizzle 'Cause ain't no fun, if the homies can't get none Puff, puff, pass my nigga, one lizza The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind) Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?) Come and keep me company Baby come and fuck with me You should smokes with me Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?) Come and keep me company Baby come and fuck with me You should smokes with me It's the diabolical, chronical, mythological Psychological, make a model hoe, fuck a G Pre-medical, steady slow those, ready can get it Teacher taught it to those inside with mind apparatus My status has been the baddest ever since I intro'd I'm that nigga that brought y'all the info On the Chucks, French braids and endo Big Snoop Dogg with the fog on the window Spell ya name in it, put ya face in it And hang with the nigga with the gang bang spinach Drag it, blunt wrap it or zig zag it Don't really matter even if it's in the package Put it to the side, so when ya boy hit the eastside I'm look for the firefied G-5 Aiyyo Pharrell, gimme that VA discount I'm tryna bounce wit the whole ounce (Smoke me out) The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind) Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?) Come and keep me company Baby come and fuck with me You should smokes with me Do you wanna smoke wit me (Do you wanna?) Come and keep me company Baby come and fuck with me You should smokes with me Do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya, do ya Do you think that you could fuck with we (Star Trak) (Yeah Pharrell, this that shit right here) And BBC, nigga The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind) The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing The chronic's blowing (It blows my mind) Dranking our drank Ya dig, what I'm sayin? We ain't gon' never sing We gon' still flow Cause we always hit the right note (It blows my mind) That's real shit, Pharrell you my loc' And that's for life my nigga Haha, Gangsta Gumpo Neptunes, Star Trak (It blows my mind) Billionaire Boys Club, DPG Doggy Style Records, ooh wee (It blows my mind) |
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Pedaling around My head's facing down Watching specs in the road whiz by before my eyes Take a two hour break to watch Nasfaratu the old German vampire, with the blinds closed When the credits hit, turn it off and hit the streets of 4 PM once again Pedaling around Humidity's down No longer curling my hair so I stop off for a fountain drink I pretend it's a beer with a citrus after-taste and I wave hello to a guy I know but he can't recall my name even though he once told me I was the most talented person that he'd ever met Pedaling around My head's facing down Listening to the tires on the asphalt below Wondering just how hot oozing tar would have to be to melt them If it could would they explode or would the air leak slowly Just to play it safe, I steer around the small patches of that black, goopy stuff but I do enjoy a deep inhale as I roll on by Pedaling around My head's facing down Sweaty bangs in my eyes Half steering, half eating ice cream |
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Hmmm...yes sirrrrrr
Rock and roll, man roll and rock I got tens, got twentys, got fifty blocks I got smoke to buy, coke for sale Sold much coke, got coke in jail In the white Rolls Royce with my man Pharrell This lil' nigga got beats too fresh to be stale But I'ma take you back to the early eighties When my cousin Stacey had the pearl Mercedes My aunt cousin Wack had the black on black Ac' coupe Legend with the gold in the back I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves I was twelve years old brought it to the school Cause I was quick to flip, quick to sell that shit You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track) Try to set up shop get glowed up Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups Fam! we can roll up (Star Track) But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track) Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up Cause it's like that The fiends is dyin', things is lyin' Missin' on the streets, so the fiends is still buyin' Right on time and money on the mind and On them twenty-fo's, them bit-ches straight shinin' But y'all niggaz don't know bout this Fresh new kicks with the new outfit Got the all black top with the black on black You ever see me creepin, just back on back Cause I got that pump and it is gon' spit I ain't no punk and I ain't no snitch From a place on Earth called Huntersville Where people out there got love for real Got love for all who got love for me If a coward ever ran then it wasn't me I'll be on the curb movin' dubs and d's And if you ever bought a dub then it was for me I ever get caught then it was to be I'ma just make bail by my cousin E Back on the Porsche with the mobile phone Like eleven in the mornin' them hoes to go home Trynta score and get this shit off quick You ain't from the hood, y'all don't know bout this But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track) Try to set up shop get glowed up Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups Fam! we can roll up (Star Track) But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track) Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up Cause it's like that Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean I stand on my block, the cam on the spot My hands in my pocket, both hammers is cocked Waitin' for a nigga to just act up My right hand big six, got my bait back up Niggaz lookin' all jealous, lookin' mad as hell Actin' like lil' girls, like tattle-tales Mad cause my right hand bad as hell I would've kept shootin', but I had a sale See, I'm a crime boss three sixty-five Lookin' for a Nina Ross, she just can ride Picked up my cash and slide all sweet Nigga tried to snatch ass, knocked his heart off beat Nigga talk trash like the shit all sweet Wont'cha all take the cash dogg, not off me Hustlin's in my veins - you cannot stop it Walkin' on the block with life in my pocket I'm trynta score and get this shit off quick You ain't from the ghetto, y'all don't know bout this But if you feel me, throw your bows up (Star Track) Try to set up shop get glowed up Hey, I'm the candyman, I got mo' than frozen cups I got your chop top sour diesel roll-ups Fam! we can roll up (Star Track) But Fam! don't try to roll up (Star Track) Don't make me pull these motherfuckin' fo's up Cause it's like that Aww shit, this is the part when the fight just start When the fists get to swingin' and the four-fifths spark And then the bitches get to runnin' and the bitch just scream And we spin off in Rolls and it's so damn clean |
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