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(Ludacris)
Yeah Welcome to Atlanta, jackin hammers and vogues Back to the mackin and jackin the clothes, adolescent packin a fo' A knock on the do', who is it? I would happen to know The one with the flow - who did it?, it was me I suppose J-D in the Rolls and Luda's in the Cutt Supreme Skatin down Old Nat, gat tucked and lean I split ya splean, as a matter of fact I split ya team No blood on the sneaks, gotta keep it so my kicks is clean I get the cream, cops see me flick my beams I'm allergic to doc' prescribed antihistamines Oink oink, pig pig, do away with the pork Only silverware I needs a steak knife and a fork Did you forget your fuckin manners, I'm +Bruce+ with +Banners+ Ludacris, Johnny Rockets when I shoot the cannon The wooly mammoth sabretooth, bitch bite your tongue I won't stop until I'm rich as them whites'll come I pulled up in the black Lotus, your plaques are bogus So I stripped them off the wall Waitin for my cue to corner pocket eight balls, you rackin 'em up I'm big paper like pancakes, stackin 'em up In fact I'm slappin 'em up, Cadallac'n the truck I can't loose with twenty-two, bitch that's what's up Runnin in the back to fuck, better tha-than the aquaduct Chil-li-li-li-li-n.. fli-pi-pi-pi-pi-n, what? (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus: J.D. followed by Ludacris) Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin Welcome to Atlanta where the players play And we ride on dem thangs like ev-ery day Big beats, hit streets, see gangsters roamin And parties dont stop 'til eight in the mo'nin (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, uhh Now the party don't start 'til I walk in And I usually don't leave until the thang ends But in the meantime, in between time You work yo' thing, I'll work mine I been puttin it down here since eighty-three Since the Lake Show/MD rivalry When +Frozen Paradise+ was the place to be If you was ridin, you was bumpin to homie Shy-D I'm the M.B.P., Most Ballin-ist Player Make my own rules, bitch call me the mayor Monday night, +Gentlemen's Club+ Tuesday night, I'm up in the +Velvet Room+, gettin fucked up Wednesday, I'm at +Strokers+ on lean Thursday, +Jump Clean+, then I fall up in +Kream+ Friday, +Shark Bar+, +Kaya+ with Frank Ski Right on the flo' is where you can find me Saturday, is off the heezy fo' sheezy You can find me up in +One-Tweezy+ Sunday, is when I get my sleep in Cause on Monday we be at it again, holla! (Jermaine Dupri) Yo, yo, y-y-yo, yo, yo Y-y-yo yo, yo-yo-yo Yo yo-yo-yo, yo-yo, yo Y-yo, yo, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo yo (Chorus) - repeat 2X |
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[Pimpin' Ken]
Yeah, yeah, yeah It's the motherfuckin' infamous Pimpin' Ken Yeah, all you motherfuckin' hoes out there misguided, undecided Y'all need to come on and fuck with a pimp right Yeah, if y'all keep them suckers off ya motherfuckin' mind Bitch I can keep em' off ya motherfuckin' behind Check this out bitch, ya understand Y'all need to quit playin' the motherfuckin' joker And come on and pay a motherfuckin' pimp broker Yeah ya know what I'm talkin' about Yeah, let it be Pimpin' Ken for the reason Ya understand I'll make it for the season Know what I'm talkin' about, yeah bitch please believe We can put it on the dotted line, Atlanta tied Ya know what I'm talkin' about bitch (Yeah) Yeah bitch ya understand, tell that nigga ya understand You ain't missin' bitch, you ain't on no milk carton You with pimpin' bitch, Pimpin' Ken that is Ho ya know what I'm talkin' about (Yeah) Damn my nigga take off, J.D. we doin' this shit Ya understand, better known as the motherfuckin' royal highness Ya understand, ya won't find us, ya understand And I'm feelin' hype too (Come on) [Jermaine Dupri] It's that lil' College Park nigga, in fact they call me Long Dough Niggas hate me cause I'm wearin' platinum every song go Hoes love me cause I, cause I keep it comin' strong and yo I'm a pimp with mine every time I don't give a fuck who she is Bitch you can go Get another cause they love us niggas in the fast life Niggas that can put it down and came up with they cash right Keep em' keep em' in the mall fresh, ball every night That's my life I come through any time I want to and hit that ass right Up like a flashlight, walkin' cause of all of my bling (Bling) One of the baddest motherfuckers that the game has seen Think about it From the first time that ya heard me Way back in the 90s early Me and my pimpin' out here doin' our thing in SWAT [Chorus x2: Manuel Seal] I got the money, hoes, and power We be in to see that ya cuttin' I'm all about cha' But if ya not up in the mix girl I ain't trippin' Cause all day all night, we steady pimpin' pimpin' [Pimp C] Still smokin' out, pourin' up, keep these bitches hoin' up They break Pimp C long bread cause everything I touch be blowin' up Candy cars, I'm a star Choppin' blades, sippin' on bars Young pimp I'm from the South Run off put that piece in ya mouth We Jone, fuck a clone Keep a lil' bitch on my phone All my cars blaze chrome Bitch can't leave my dick alone, alone, alone You ain't from no Memphis bitch Cause I was playin' Project Pat hittin' the switch Puttin' the dick up in ya dame Every time make her say my name 91 I been grippin' grain Bitch nigga wanna steal my fame, fame, fame I be at home smokin' dro, dro And see a nigga doin' a dance on the video But I'm young pimp, steak and shrimp Flyin' high like a blimp Write my name in the sky on track Tell the bitch to bring my money back, back, back, back bitch [Jermaine Dupri] He talkin' directly to you [Chorus x2] [Bun B] Well if it ain't cash then I don't want it I'm a million dollar striver, I get liver Then the pimps that push clock punchers nine to fivers A high diver, with mo' tricks up my sleeve than ya boy MacGuyver A cadaver, that'll get cha' voted off my island like 'Survivor' Is you blind, my pimpin' only gets better with age like a fine wine And it's time to put up yo blinds I might raise a pimp to shine Decide to yo mind, desing Two steps ahead of yo slow roll You best to get a grip on ya world, world Or we'll put that Miracle Whip on ya girl Pimp her, let a trick sip on that pearl Let her pay that is Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy That's just the way that is And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be So ya might as well take ya lil' Heartbreak Hotel reside Stuck in the mud, still ridin' ass off to mo' me Cause uh... [Chorus x2] [Jermaine Dupri to fade] Bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce Come on...bounce Come on bounce, come on bounce, come on bounce Come on, yeah come on bounce |
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ya want some o'
me ya wanna brawl wit me i'll show ya' jd. show ya jermaine dupri wit ludacris at my side welcome to atlanta is yo' sh*t right betta keep it right bringin' tha noise rockin' tha party i say c'mon,c'mon gonna raise tha roof i'm livin' proof we gettin' loose like a hangman's noose i break free still wanna brawl wit me well h*ll get outta here. |
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| 3:54 |
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(Jermaine Dupri) (Freeway)
What? Y'all got hate in your blood (This is fucked up) Y'all got hate in your blood (This is fucked up man) Y'all got hate in your blood (Jermaine Dupri) Listen I know y'all niggas want me I hear y'all niggas plottin' I see y'all niggas lookin' But I ain't stoppin', I'm gone, in something fast Through the city with no top That reach 220 on the dash, I'm so hot In everybody's hood with other niggas' hoes I'm throwin' paper at them bitches Screamin' So So Now every spot I hit I'm hearing different shit About homies that want me that weren't with me when I started this It's fucked up but I But I can't let these niggas blurry my vision On where I'm going and how I'm living, ya know? I got a daughter now, young age three If her daddy don't shine, then my shorty won't eat Feel me? Do I floss? YES! Sometimes I hit the block so damn hard I start hatin' my self It's bad, I feel your pain dawg But the only thing I'm about to change is the game motherfucker! 1 - (Freeway) (JD) If you're sick of seeing niggas pop Cris And talkin' bout stacking chips You know what?! (You got hate in your blood) Sick of seeing Bentley's And hearing niggas talk about sittin' on dubs (You got hate in your blood) If you're sick of seeing artists <it's the end> And hearing artists <it's the end> You know what! (You got hate in your blood) Listen I know you niggas want me I hear you niggas plottin' I see you niggas lookin' But I ain't stoppin, it's on (Jadakiss) Papi had raw, then I bought him out You know me, fuck niggas Kill 'em all, let God sort 'em out Rapid fire got my hands shakin' And everybody hate dyin' But most niggas die hatin' While y'all run to the bank I run to the brink A real thug keep the Tommy gun under the mink I got a glass kitchen You can see what's under my sink And I do shit just to do it Too much money to think So you can hate all you want I'mma still be 'Kiss Dirty, a lot of paper, filthy rich JD's the architect, he built these hits Ruff Ryder's, So So Def, feel this shit And you can tell any one of your boys You might find 'em in a hood near you and any one of his toys Cause I know you got hate in your blood Still dump eight in your mug So cock sucker take it and love, uh Repeat 1 (Jermaine Dupri) Somebody tell me why man Somebody tell me why Do niggas just hate, hate, hate the way they do man Let me explain something to y'all about me man Why y'all think I was the first rap nigga on Mtv Cribs? Cause I'm a young, fly, flashy motherfucker Y'all think I'mma stop, FUCK NAW I'mma keep ridin' down the block with my hat bent In the black bent, with them dubs on that shit We gon' still be in the club poppin' Cristal Pourin' Belvidere on bitches We don't GIVE A FUCK MAN A matter of fact I wish I could smack the shit Out of one y'all niggas right now with some money But you know what I'm saying Cause y'all niggas just hate, hate, hate Well y'all gonna have to just keep hatin' motherfuckers Repeat 1 (2x) Bitch! |
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| 3:08 |
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(Nate Dogg)
Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD (That's me) Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D You know these niggas straight bang, Big game D - ballin with the 21st street Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD (That's me) Still makin tight-ass beats I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet Ain't nobody ballin like me (Jermaine Dupri) It goes, mirror mirror on the wall Who's the biggest baller of all I got a 700, a Bentley, and a Magine The girls just DIE when I'm ridin past Live life like I'm sellin pies Ah-rabian, with two or three wives Two or three houses to hide Ten cars that's parked outside And they all got bodies that's wide, follow me As the Leer jet flies, over Crimson Tides Four bedroom duplex in the sky Nicknamed Lottery, cuz I don't stop spendin When the wheels stop, the chrome keep spinnin Like the six moon-walkin, shit I ain't talkin I'm straight livin it, it's a wonder I ain't shiverin I'm so frozen and you've been chosen, to roll with me and Nate D-O double G, sing (Nate Dogg) It's five o'clock in the mo'nin I've already downed five, I've already downed five Mo's See ya around my block on the weekend All we do is chase bad, all we do is chase bad hoes Ask me, what we did was crime If not then I just say no, then I just say no Three girls a date, that's my limit We ballin outta control, we ballin outta control-ol (Jermaine Dupri) Now whether you like me or not, whenever I drop, You know I give you number one hits platinum hot It's so much clarity in my rocks, I'm thinkin like, It's gotta be somebody greater, maybe it's not Cuz I flow for those, that get that dough Hits for every chick with a size C tits See it's like this, I don't mind wavin at you kids but I can't manage to raise my wrist Jewels so heavy, y'all fools ain't ready My twenty-two shot the streets into confetti Move like Andretti, redlinin Whatever city I'm in, headlinin At five a.m. I'm still lookin for mo' Still gettin crunk, still lettin it flow Bar outta Cris' now I'm drinkin Mo' Stomach upset, I feel like I'm about to let it go (Nate Dogg) It's five o'clock in the mo'nin Got my pedal to the flo', got my pedal to the flo' It's time I test my 600 Wonder how fast this bitch go, wonder how fast this bitch go Three girls and two of 'em sleepin One got her hands on my bow, one got her hands on my bow Sun's comin up, we still drinkin We ballin outta control, really ballin outta control-ol (Jermaine Dupri) Dance, everybody And everbody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody Everybody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody And everybody just clap ya hands Lemme see y'all dance, everybody Everybody just clap ya hands (Nate Dogg) Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD Rollin wit'cha nigga Nate D You know these niggas straight bang, Big game D - ballin with the 21st street Chiti-chiti-bang-bang Down with JD Still makin tight-ass beats I'm rollin in my brome, I stay sweet Ain't nobody ballin like me... |
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| 3:11 |
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(Jermaine Dupri)
(uh uh uh) Bounce (uh uh uh) Bounce (uh uh) Bounce (uh uh) Ryde with me now yeah (haha) Supafly muthafucka Yeah (uh uh) (Jermaine Dupri) You know how fly I always look I keep banging and I keep them off the hook You know about my peeps and all the lady's I be with The Blue and Blue Mercedes with the rims and kit You know about my house and carroners in the fridge And the ATL shorty this how a nigga live Besides Cheapy, they call me Mr. Long You can catch me in the streets in a all pink suit Leaning to the side, swinging my hair Trunk full ants, ain't no room for a spair I got them big beast pumping with the ace and bag And the white shelltoes with them mean: they match You know me before the CD: it ain't nothing but flossin' If you allergic I suggest you turn this muthafucka off 'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly (Bilal) The Boss so cold (JD) haha I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly muthafucka (Bilal) The Boss so cold (Jermaine Dupri) Ho, So, glow all that's rubbing on them 20's is the only way to roll You know, about the G wag, how the pants at How lady's all over the country want this nigga so bad You know what I say be the truth not the agg Stretch cream belly with the partner back You know it's just me and my niggaz and some lady's getting full Crunk as hell drinking Belvedere and Red Bull You know about the bouncin' and the booty shaking collar Poppin' money, making city that I come from You know about the playing hating baby, mama drama, 'cause uhh Us players we all got some And it's I supafly seven days a week The one that everybody want to, when they warm that heat 'Cause i'm off the glissy, all i'm think about, talk about Is Big Missy, new pissy, two damn tricky I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly (Bilal) The Boss so cold (JD) haha I am (Bilal) Call this pimping a game If an old trick knows my name Maaaan (JD) Supafly muthafucka (Bilal) The Boss so cold {Chorus with variations until fade} |
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(JD)
uhuh, uh, yo uhuh, uh yo See around here How many things can make y'all bounce you-know-im-sayin? Left to right, right to left uh, its so so def and uh, yo, let it go (Chorus: Manish Man) Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees Number three, come down with your strap-on strap-on Niggas love to hate, so get your cap-on cap-on (Manish Man) One for my niggas aint down for hoes Free drinks for my niggas stayin crunk throwin bows Its ya boy Manish Man in this bitch Niggas love to hate, hoes jock cause I'm gettin rich Keep my mind on my fetti just to let you know Strapped with rocks, reds, and camera's in my black fo'fo On the east-side nigga tryin to get me some paper Lythonia, Stone Mountain, all over Decatur These hoes be lovin the player, Jason calling me baby But fuck that, I rather trot these hoes are too damn shady Look I dont need a bitch, I'm ridin down for me And fuck a gang of niggas, see I'm a soldier G And aint another nigga, who got more got game than me You need to check yo shit, because its lame to me Since 91 been payin the cost, to be the boss Got no time to floss, because the game's throwed off (Chorus) (Manish Man) Number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees Number three, dont forget to put ya strap on ya side Nigga who ride who ride (JD) uh, South-side, South-side If anybody know bout paper-chasing its me Playboy J to the, E-N-D Steady showin niggas how we do it down south Steady ridin shit that aint even came out In the club, VIP is where you find me at Private planes, ice chains, I dont know how to act Every city, got me somethin pretty keep em on they back "If I aint a hot boy then what do you call that" If its my shit, off the top you can tell Cranberry, pineapple, four bottles of bale Cats that play sports, rap fresh from jail Hoes in packs, screamin out ATL See I'm the type of nigga that was built for cash Drive me and droppin puttin down a smash Knowin nothing in life, but how to make these hits Get paper, spit game in, pull me a bitch (Chorus) (Manish Man) Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side Fuck these hoes, fuck these snitches Down south niggas, chop twenty-inches Fuck these snitches, and fuck these hoes Four TV screen's, big chevy four do's Niggas best believe imma represent Hardcore niggas gettin dead presidents Where the real niggas went, imma let you know Lay back with the strap, and they aint found no mo' These lil niggas trippin, all that hollarin-screamin I know yo momma saw dick, she should've swallowed that semen Now I'm drivin through your block, red hot like a demon Cock it back, all you see is the beam from my demon And it aint no ping ping nigga, black-eye black-eye No respect for the game, you better watch-out watch-out Got this shit on lock, and now you locked-out locked-out All that hate on a playa, gone get you knocked-out knocked-out (Chorus) (Manish Man) Rule number one, my niggas gotta chase the cheese Number two, keep these mother-fucking hoes on they knees Number three, dont forget to put the strap on ya side Nigga who ride who ride, East-side, East-side |
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feat. Katrina, Nate Dogg, R.O.C., Skeeter Rock, Tigah
(Skeeter Rock talking) Hey this is Skeeter Rock comin' to you live at the hip-hop barbershop I wanna give a shout out to College Park, Eastpointe, Swats, and Decatur A fellas ain't y'all sick of these hoes paging and stressing you out Right now we looking for all the ladies that got out back Whatever I'm bout, she bout that, whatever I'm on, she on that (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri) Uh, all around the world girls know about me Ridin' up and down old N-A-T Plates on the back say Don Chi Chi Hat bent, black Bent, lookin so fresh, so clean, I'm ridin' Same J.D., same game again Out here hittin' hoes like Cham-ber-lin And I love it when they let me come through Even bring my crew, then I'm in the wind, no stress No, where you going, no, where you been No where you at, no, who you wit (Uh) (JD and Tigah) Care free very freaky hoe, that's what I prefer (Say what) That let me come through anytime, and do what I wanna do to her (Tigah) And come on and work it on me, like it's all about you Play at your own risk, girl hugs and kiss (Kissing sound) Baby shake it up like dice Nasty and naughty, exotic and nice Home alone, girl hit me on that Nextel J. on the other end, she waiting to exhale Cop a baby L blat, do as, I'm bangin' in that back She got pictures of me, bangin' in that back So we gon', laze up, in my tunes And lock up for days in a hotel room Pull the pink thong to the West (West) Prepare to insert billy bong in ya chest And get full of smoke just like Chris-tian List-en, cause I forgot to men-tion Ain't no shit bumpin' like this one Girlfriend lets relieve some ten-sion, girl I hear you saying (Chorus - Katrina) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (I just wanna have some fun) Whatever you bout, I'm bout that Whatever you on, I'm on that Whatever you wanna do, I just wanna be right where you at (R.O.C. talking w/ last 2 lines of chorus) Yeah we on that, let's do it, uh (Verse 2 - R.O.C.) Lord knows, flows, I kick expose Hoes, get 'em right out of they clothes Never knew she was so disgustin' Fuckin, suckin' discussing over lunch and With her girlfriend, how I bangs it in For seven, four, O, I, L, N Head so compellin', I'm tellin' Every nigga that I know then I'm bailin' Soon as I screw one, then I'm choosin' A new one, so it's never no confusion My solution, is distribution One I require, this kids retire Retails, mines, females, mines Heartbreaks, yours, broads gettin' divorced But of course, now if you bout what I'm bout Then bring me dough and cook my dope in ya house (Nate Dogg) I smell somethin' fishy baby, that ain't ya breath I pass on the pussy you can suck it and step Swallow all the juice until it ain't nothin' left She ain't that fine, but she does it the best Westside riders, do what they want Dogg Pound Gang ain't afraid, to dump We never hesitate to give 'em just what they want When I'm in the ATL, baby don't front She knows I got a girl, whatever She knows I fucked her girl, whatever She knows it's a one-night stand, whatever (Whatever) She knows I can't be her man, whatever Westside riders, they be mobbin' wit J.D. Oooooh, homeboy T-I-G Southside riders, Nate Dogg and R.O.C. Oooooh, we'er the best you'll ever see |
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| 5:22 |
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(Feat. Clipse, Pharrell Williams (Neptunes))
(Intro) I'm gettin' in the groove now, so I'm like, givin it my own shit now Alright, Could the drummer have some, y'all? Could the drummer have some more? Said the drummer ain't had none, in a long time Come on, drummer! (Beat Drops) (Jermaine Dupri (Pharrell Williams)) Uh huh, oh Damn baby, shit How you get all that in them jeans? Nevermind that, you hear this? Its that Star Trak Clipse, (get down!) So So Def (Verse 1 - Terrar of Clipse, (Pharrell Williams)) Question, ask any nigga Rap or a hustler, who rocks is bigger? (The rapper!) Naw, dog, go figure, with the V12, I make that straight killa I flood the block, I hug the glock I have a whole neighborhood that seen a thug to stop (Stop!) Cause I show 'em what Waco see, then hit the district then visit to Jac-o-b I like my diamonds colored, watch it smothered (me too) Show off at the place of jewels, let the white man love it (hahaha) I'm too much, got bitches out for me Bring 'em home, give 'em they choice of balcony She said "We can have more fun", I said "How can we?" Then she brought her girl in and ate her out for me, wow (Wow!) All night sexin', just think, this all came from one question (Chorus - Jermaine Dupri) You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby You got a big ass bell? Lemme see you jingle it baby Wanna talk about cars? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about houses? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about jeweles? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about money? Then talk without it Wanna talk about chicks? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about hits? Lets talk about it Wanna talk about cris? Lets talk about it But when you talk about cash, talk without it (Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri (First two lines overlap the last two lines of the chorus)) Uh huh, oh Yo, yo Now as the game rotates, and my chrome gets bigger More and more girls wanna fuck this nigga Its hard for a chick not to stick around When I come through town, layin my dick down They can tell a true playa by the clothes that I wear Game that I spit, and the length of my hair The more I come, the more I cum, get it? What you see now, I been done did it Every girl around, I been done hit it Cars been kited, since I was sixteen And yes, I'm still spendin' that Kris Kross creme Big boy moves, big boy shine, big boy watch tell big boy time (look out) Everybody know I got the recipe, so you know ya'll niggas can't can't with me Matter of fact, I don't even gotta say no more, OH (Chorus - Jermaine Dupri) (Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri)) Na na, (Oh) na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (Oh) Na na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (oh) Na na na na na na (Come on girl) Na na na na na na (oh, I want you to move your waist for the whistle) Na na na na na na (Come on girl) (Verse 3 - Malice of Clipse) It ain't too many things that exceed my reach Speedboat, glass floor, let you see underneath But nevermind that though, I'm just showing off As I do in the Porshe show with the top lost I ain't change the game hash, you know the name as Malice in my wrist, like shattered stain glass I generate them Franklin's and Grant's Each ear look like a halogen lamp I'm high beamin, at the same time leanin' In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug scheming' 'For we compare paper, get your weight up I need more points than that, don't you play with me, Jacob You see me on my back, you see me live I'm every color of the spectrum, like ROY G. BIV Look dog, get a load of how daddy ball Wanna talk about cash? Well I done said it all (Chorus - Jermaine Dupri) (Hook - Pharrell Williams (Jermaine Dupri) (w/ minor variation)) (Chorus - Jermaine Dupri) |
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| 3:24 |
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[J.D. talking]
J.E. y'all, uh, J.D. y'all, that's me Swizz Beats, come on [Chorus - Jagged Edge (J.D. talking with chorus)] What is yours and mine Yeah, uh huh Break this up, none of that stuff This right here What is yours and mine Is a story about a nigga Work too hard, way too much wit a lot of paper What is yours and mine Ha, ha, and his girl Whatever you won't, can't stop us See, when you gotta lot man What is yours and mine It ain't shit if you can't share it Me and you, what is yours and mine You understand what I'm saying [Verse 1 - Jermaine Dupri] Listen, uh, I remember when we first hooked up you was only 17 Cut off shirts and jeans, was ya only way seen What I had didn't matter, it was all about us All day on the phone and the stuff we discussed I used to come over when ya mom's was gon' (Oow) We ain't know what we were doin' but we got our freak on And one thing lead to another, I introduced you to my mother Like, Ma, this my girl, that's when it started gettin' real Feelings stared gettin' caught, gifts stared gettin' bought And everybody knew the deal We used to hang out, kiss, argue, and all that Hang up the phone and call right back I got to know you like the back of my hand And, you got to show me hoe a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Uh huh, yo) Break this up, none of that stuff (Listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh huh) Work too hard, way too much (See, we worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Yo, listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us (Yeah) What is yours and mine (Yeah) Me and you, what is yours and mine (Me and you) [Verse 2 - Jermaine Dupri] The older we got, everybody said y'all gon' change But when 2-1 came, we was still in the game 92's new version of, Bonnie and Clyde No matter what it was, we was side by side You know the type you see gettin' in the photo booth Matchin' shirts, flea market, photo shoots Everything I saw cute, shit, you had to have it What's a fly life if a nigga can't share it Every new dollar made, I put it on you Hit the Porsche dealership shit, nigga bought two And when I went away, I got ya named tattooed A yo, I try to put the big bling on ya hand Cause uh, you show me how a girl love a man And, we took a small thing to a new land And when I say I love you, I wanted you to understand, it's real [Chorus - Jagged Edge and (Jermaine Dupri)] What is yours and mine (Yeah, uh huh) Break this up, none of that stuff (Uh. listen to me baby) What is yours and mine (Uh) Work too hard, way too much (We worked too hard) What is yours and mine (Listen to me baby) Whatever you won't, can't stop us What is yours and mine Me and you, what is yours and mine [J.D. talking with last two lines of chorus] Yo all my niggas that understand what I'm saying Look ya girl in the eyes and say [Verse 3 - Jagged Edge] Girl you so off the chain (Off the chain) You took a playa straight out the game (Straight out the game) Now I know what a good thing feel like (Feels good [x4]) I know, I gotta have it in my life Gotta playa messed up inside (Up inside) Made a nigga just wanna do right (Do right) Me and you is like Dre and Snoop Dogg (Dre and Snoop) Long as we together we can have it all [J.D. talking] Ha, know what I'm talkin' bout When you love her man, sing to her man It ain't shit, man you know what I'm sayin', ball on Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Bounce, bounce, bounce Now ride out |
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jd- Yo mutha f*****
They call me jay dee. Yeah short for go Chuck that shit an do a, yeah you know. My mofos comin on da street. beatin any chick or playa that cha meet. Mi babi jan jak Is always here, through strong and hard you know what i mean, yeah go go go. janet- thanks baby, i know you are my baby, come inside of me, lettin ur juices free, deep in ma pasion, go deep we get no sleep baby. Come inside of me, yeah yeah yeah. Jd- Cut the shit part 2 finished babe, Yeah here we go! |
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(Chorus)(Kandi)
you make me TALK nasty nasty to ya DREAM about how I wanna do ya THINK things to think about you bring it out you show me how to use my tongue you just some yum yum tasty tasy and when you take me and take me you bring the freak out in ME (Da Brat) i'm freaky freaky gimme head head I wanna see how you get down, go down, go down and get fed come 'n get some tasty tasy lick each 'n every individual part and make me, make me come come a chameleon see a different position to do something different to the yum yum jump jump on top of the kitchen cabinet so you can stick it 'n pump pump Miss Harris waiting for whatever I feel like having save you some embrassment i'm an Aries 'n I ain't scared of shit dare to flinch then 'n there i'll make your chest hairs lift (Chorus) (Jermaine Dupri) Only you do ah, ah think about this n try try to kiss all the places missed by the basic lovin' up your guy-ah ride in the park in the broad daylight real hard like we the only ones around back of the car, tearing u apart 'n this how shit be goin' down when I pump you say harder harder love it when I bring my camcorder whipped cream, take everything even when we first got started started from the bedroom to the dancefloor to a slow tune up against the door to the up 'n down, to the in 'n out to the way you sound (Chorus) (Kandi) (Jermaine Dupri) are you gonna fuck me? (you think i'm not?) come on baby (i'm comin) lets fuck (i love it when you talk like that) yeh whatever, go down there (show me how to use my tongue) I want you to put your tongue right here (talk to me!) right there on there yeh (Da Brat) i'm a superfreak I do what you need i'm a slave for you, stay craving you i'm available, i'm unfadable and i'm capable to disable you I break you down, blow out your pipe turn out your lights and leave your wife lie me down on my back but don't let my Timberlands clap hit it up like its Wimbeldon don't spare a racquet 'cause Brat freaky like that just once taste of the nipple and two kisses will leave you crippled you done fell in love with shantizzle and i'ma keep you fiending for mizzo the 6-0 six-fo bizzo got one of the freakiest hizzo's (Chorus) x2 |
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Uh-huh-uh East coast (yeah)
Uh-uh-uh-huh-uh West coast (Uh-huh-uhhh) Down in the dirty (where?) Dirty dirty (aha ha) C'mon (Chorus) (Rock with me) Put ya hands up in the air so (I can see) That you feel it and never could get a (Another JD) How I put it down it makes you wanna (Rock with me all night long) (Rock with me) Put ya hands up in the air so (I can see) That you feel it and never could get a (Another JD) How I rep the A town it makes ya (Rock with me all night long) (Verse 1) Well it started off on the avenue When I came up with the name called the So Def crew It was me, my big homie Eddie Up late making tapes, putting them out on the streets I used to rap scratch even try to sing Now I'm the little cat pumping out the steam I used to play with it, now I stay with it, Lay with it And huh keep pumping out hits Cause can't nobody do it like we does This side, that side I gets nothing but love And I keep it pumping up in the club Big with all the pimps, the hustlas, ladies and thugs That respect that knock, when they hear that knock Y'all niggas think I'm gon stop (Please!) Y'all won't see me on behind the scenes But you can catch me at a money machine, Ching Ching (Chorus) (Verse 2) Kris Kross was the begining of the linen and cars Houses, hidden clubs, shutting down the bars I was only 19 doing big big things In the CP living the American dream Then I signed Xscape, first album 1.8 (million) New company, my shit looked great But uh, me being the player that I am I couldn't stop I just had to find me something else to take to the top Something fly that'll catch your eye Thats when I bumped into my little sister from the West side of Chi Demo after demo we made Got so funkdafied now we paid Rap or R&B we ain't playing We demand y'all respect this afroman As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer And me and my crew get stronger The more you wanna (Chorus) (Verse 3) In every flight there's turbulance and I had some But I remained focused and kept dropping the bomb 'What should I do next?' that was going through my head Then Candy introduced me to a Jagged Edge Three homies from the Dec, one from right around the corner We went in, came out, now everybody on 'em Three albums later, everyboby on 'em Ain't a city you can go where the girls don't want 'em Once again I was thinking 'whats next for me?' Then I got a big call from my homie Steve He said Hey, let throw something your way It was none other than my brother they comparing to MJ Girls can't stop screaming, three mill now Everybody love him and his name is Bow Wow As the game gets bigger, and my dough gets longer And me and my crew get stronger The more you wanna (Chorus) See I've been doing what I'm doing for like 10 years man Putting out fire man You might remember Sometimes Leather, Monica,(aha ha) Mary J. Blige, Mariah Carey, Janet Jackson, TLC, Usher, MC Lyte Man you name it man, I got the hits playboy Dru Hill, Da Brat, Xscape, Jagged Edge, (ha ha) Kris Kross, Destiny's Child, and my little homeboy Bow Wow Listen man I never gonna stop |
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