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Oh, females dads be trippin for real
I mean, Im a player with ma, right And see what had happened was I was hollerin at this chick in front of the 99 cent store Well, heres the whole story She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty She paged me to come over the mall So I smashed in the crib, bumpin, cant walk {Oh, boy} With the doo rag on {Yo, boy} When she sang that song she turnin me on If would have known her pops was home Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks Rang dang when he came with the questions Boy, you were young and how knowin for the Lexus Im sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records Nah, once again, I aint got a jail record Its Nick Cannon, the cat you aint used to The Rapper, actor, comedienneproducer I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him Where did he come from, tell me I dont really like this dude, I want so much So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me) I dont really like this dude, I cant stand him Where did he come from, tell me I dont really like this dude, I want so much So much more for my daughter (Your pops dont like me) When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they stilettos 6-7-8 wanna make us wait They wanna date, gotta ask pops You a grown woman, all that need to stop At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not You daddys little girl that he love a lot Well, he dont know about that tat you got, huh Nah, Im playin Im just rockin Sho |
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It's like me and you
Me and my mans and your girlfriends too After tonight I'ma only visit you when the moon is blue Is that your man right there? What he doin' with you? Sayin' talk to the hands, is that still cute? Jimmy Choo boots, that's real cute Only chick in the place with style and grace And like, 5'8" with a tropical face And like, expensive taste, spotted my chain, that's right Get on my game, gotta see well hear that Is that a weave can't believe that I said that I don't know what possessed you to wear that Girl, you out of tap? Girl, wear that Wait to be not, make it hot, man, you feel that? Smashin' all across the states And I stays iced out like frosted flakes Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm with that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My name's not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude I done been to every club in the world I seen them hot chicks and they blockin' and ugly home girls And ninety nine percent of the time It be hits like this brain washin' your mind Yo, you lookin' at my watch, just watchin' the time You think I'm gonna stop you must be out of your mind If you ain't V.I.P, then get out of the line Think I woke up one day and just decided to rhyme, nah I ain't got no problems with ya'll We all ken I'm tryin' to find a Barbie doll So I could get a phone number, call her tomorrow Ask her, how her night went with a superstar Yeah, that's what I was shootin' for I'm one hundred percent over the fence You like a mad mechanic throw in a wrench And my game mad 'cause you playin' the bench Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm with that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My names not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude It's your attitude that got me whipped in my whip Like whips you [Incomprehensible] I can't be mad at you Lookin' good, you remind me of my Benz When I'm pushin' through the hood Twenty four inch rims steerin' wheel all good Envision the bigger picture for real it's all good Wouldn't ya'll do it if ya'll could? If ya'll could, wouldn't ya'll do it? But ya'll ain't for stardom On the road from autumn to autumn From Cali to Atlanta to Atlanta to Harlem You don't need Burt Reynolds for the Cannonball run Anythin' you really wanna do, I'm with that Only wanna kick it with you, I'm With that Meet me in the parkin' lot at two, I'm with that But you gotta quit that attitude and get back to me I don't know you My names not important, I'm as big as Elvis You think you're so cute Keep it real ma, you don't know me like that dance But I don't want to Believe me I don't give up that easy, girl Cause I kinda like your attitude Jam on it, jam on it I said, jam jigga jigga jam on it Get out of your seats and dance to ghetto beat Girl, don't be shy, just flaunt it Jam on it, jam on it I said, jam jigga jigga jam on it Get out of your seats and dance to ghetto beat Girl, don't be shy, just flaunt it |
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(Ok, ok, ok)
Nick Cannon (You know, you know, you know) Nick Cannon (Be funky) Nick Cannon (Nick Cannon around) Biz Markie (You know, you know, you know) (You know, you know, you know) Nick Cannon (Biz Markie) Get down for a minute and get all up in my mix Let me tell you how I been tight with Mic since kid We go back like corn rows perform shows We do it like veterans for sho 'cause were born froze The beat dropa, only thing between me and Mic is the P popa Live for Mic, die for Mic, like the chief Rocka We did it independent but then we went in bend it Capin' tho, what happen tho were rappen yo Cannon got so raw, if it wasn't for Mic I wouldn't have this far How you thing I got watch and drive this car My best friend Mic, my man be lookin' out Yo ask biz Mark what the hook about, come on What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) My man Mic, he like my translator If I was Darth Vader he's like my light saber If was Mike Jordan he'd be my ball And like Mike Jackson we off the wall And like Mic, man we make heat And like Mike Tyson we can't be beat We eat M see's take CD's Or MP3's ya can't hear me with out Mic Keep out of beef and plenty of fights When ever brother got a grudge I call Mic When ever crowd won't budge I call Mic Said don't the club alright call Mic What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Microphone check 1-2 (My Mic, my Mic) Microphone check 1-2 (My Mic, my Mic) Its a hot track you cannot do [?] and ride to (My Mic, my Mic) So now that y'all know that Mic is my man In fact we so tight I keep it throw in my hand For real we responsible for all these grands All these thank you letters from all these fans Yo me and Mic, we spent five together Dress code black, gray fitted cap Mic, been around since they invented rap Effie Microphone check one-two spin it back That's they we suppose to do Mic, the Cat that hang out in the vocal booth He have my back and I have his They could call him uncle Mic if I have kids for real What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) Who would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) What would I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) How could I be without my (My Mic, my Mic, my Mic) My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic My Mic, my Mic, my Mic |
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