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[Akon:] Convict...Music...and you know we a front.
[Chorus: Akon] I see you windin n grindin up on that pole, I kno u see me lookin′ at you and you already kno I wanna fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know [Snoop Dogg] Money in the air as mo feel grad you by your coat tail take you to the motel, hoe sale, dont tell, wont tell, baby said I dont talk dogg but she told on me, oh well, take a picture wit me, what the flick gon do, baby stick to me & ima stick on u, if u pick me then ima pick on you, d-o-double g and im here to put this dick on you, I′m stuck on pussy n urs is right, wrip ridinin them poles and them doors is tight and ima get me a shot for the end of the night cuz pussy is pussy and baby ur pussy for life. [Chorus: Akon] I see you windin n grindin up on that pole, I kno u see me lookin′ at you and you already kno I wanna fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know [Akon] Shorty I can see u aint lonely handfull of niggas n they all got cheese, so u lookin at me now whats it gonna be just another tease far as I can see, tryin get u up out this club if it means spendin′ a couple dubs, throwin bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cuz I′m far from a scrub, u kno my pedigree, ex-deala use to move phetamines, girl I spend money like it dont mean nuthin n besides I got a thing for u. [Chorus: Akon] I see you windin n grindin up on that pole, I kno u see me lookin′ at you and you already kno I wanna fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know [Snoop Dogg] Mobbin′ through club in low pressin im sittin in the back in the smokers section (just smokin), birds eye, I got a clear view, you cant see me but I can see u (baby I see u), its cool we jet the mood is set, your pussy is wet u rubbin your back and touchin your neck, ur body is movin′ u humpin′ n jumpin′ ur titties is bouncin′ u smilin′ n grinin′ n lookin at me. [Akon] Girl n while your looking at me im ready to hit the caddy right up on the patio move the patty to the caddy, baby u got a phatty the type I like to marry wantin to just give u everythin n thats kinda scary, cuz I′m lovin the way you shake your ass , bouncin′, got me tippin′ my glass, lil′ mully dont get caught up to fast but I got a thing for you. [Chorus: Akon] I see you windin n grindin up on that pole, I kno u see me lookin′ at you and you already kno I wanna fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know [Chorus: Akon] I see you windin n grindin up on that pole, I kno u see me lookin′ at you and you already kno I wanna fuck you, you already know I wanna fuck you, you already know girl... |
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| 3. |
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[Intro]
Ohh The top feels so much better than the bottom So much better [Chorus:] [Clean version:] Ja you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Jada you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Joe you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying get a test drive Nas you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Dirty version:] Nigga you's a window shopper Mad at me, I think I know why Nigga you's a window shopper In the jewelery store, looking at shit you can't buy Nigga you's a window shopper In the dealership, trying to get a test drive Nigga you's a window shopper Mad as fuck when you see me ride by [Verse 1] Summertime white porche carrera is milky I'm on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit try and stick me imma let off a full clip It aint my fault you done fucked up your re-up At the dice game who told you put a G up Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right When I come around y'all niggas better act right When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump When we rollin' rollin' rollin' Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump nigga When we rollin' rollin' rollin' [Chorus] [Verse 2] Niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off After that 5 hour flight from New York I start spitting G at a bitch like a pimp man Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game Her best friend could potentially be next man Listen man, shit changed I came up from doing my thang Homey I'm holing, holing, holing shit man, the store owner watching you For something get stolen, stolen, stolen [Chorus] |
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| 5. |
| 4:03 |
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How you doin' young lady
That feelin' that you givin' really drives me crazy You don't have play about the joke I was at a loss of words first time that we spoke Looking for a girl that'll treat you right have You lookin for her in day time with the light You might be the type if I play my cards right I'll find out by the end of the night You expect me to just let you hit it But will you still respect me if you get it All I can do is try gimme one chance What's the problem I don't see no ring on your hand I be the first to admit it I'm curious about you you seem so innocent You wanna get in my world get lost in it Boy I'm tired of running lets walk for a minute Promiscuous girl Wherever you are I'm all alone And it's you that I want Promiscuous boy You already know That I'm all yours What you waiting for Promiscuous girl You're teasing me You know what I want And I got what you need Promiscuous boy Let's get to the point Cause we're on a roll you ready Roses are red Some Diamonds are blue Chivalry is dead But you're still kinda cute I can't keep my mind off you Where you at do you mind if I come through I'm out of this world come with me to my planet Get you on my level do you think that can you handle it They call me Thomas last name Crown Recognize game I'm a lay mine's down I'm a big girl I can handle myself But if I get lonely I'm a need your help Pay attention to me I don't talk for my health I want you on my team So does everybody else Baby we can keep it on the low Let your guard down ain't nobody gotta know If you with it girl I know a place we can go What kind of girl do you take me for Promiscuous girl Wherever you are I'm all alone And it's you that I want Promiscuous boy You already know That I'm all yours What you waiting for Promiscuous girl You're teasing me You know what I want And I got what you need Promiscuous boy Let's get to the point Cause we're on a roll Are you ready Don't be mad don't get mean Don't get mad don't be mean Hey Don't be mad don't get mean Don't get mad don't be mean Wait I don't mean no harm I can see you with my t shirt on I can see you with nothing on feeling on me before you bring that on Bring that on You know what I mean Girl I'm a freak you shouldn't say those things I'm only trying to get inside your brain see if you can work me the way you say It's okay it's alright I got something that you gon' like Hey is that the truth are you talking trash Is your game M V P like Steve Nash Promiscuous girl Wherever you are I'm all alone And it's you that I want Promiscuous boy I'm calling your name But you're driving me crazy The way you're making me wait Promiscuous Girl You're teasing me You know what I want And I got what you need Promiscuous Boy We're one in the same So we don't gotta play games No more |
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| 3:10 |
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[Gwen Stefani:]
High on the hill with the lonely goatherd Lay odl lay odl lay he hoo Yodel back with the girl & goatherd Lay odl lay odl oh. [Gwen Stefani:] Wind It Up, Wind It Up, Wind It Up! Odl lay odl lay odl-oo. [Pharrell:] Yeah. [Gwen Stefani:] This is the key that makes us wind up When the beat comes on, the girls all line up And the boys all look, but no, they can't touch But the girls want to know why boys like us so much. [Gwen Stefani:] They like the way we dance, they like the way we work They like the way that L.A.M.B. is going 'cross my shirt They like the way my pants, it compliments my shape. [Pharrell:] She's crazy, right? [Gwen Stefani:] They like the way we react every time we hear the... Every time the bass bang Realize it calls your name Let the beat wind you up And don't stop 'til your time is up. Get in line now. [Gwen Stefani:] Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. [Pharrell:] Come on. [Gwen Stefani:] Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. Odl lay odl lay odl-oo. [Gwen Stefani:] You've got to let the beat get under your skin You've got to open up & let it all in But see, once it gets in, the popping begins Then you find out why all the boys stare. [Gwen Stefani:] See, they're trying to bite our style Trying to study our approach They like the way we do it, so original I guess that they are slow, so they should leave the room This beat is for the clubs & cars that go... Every time the bass bang Realize it calls your name Let the beat wind you up And don't stop 'til your time is up. Get in line now. [Gwen Stefani:] Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. [Pharrell:] Are you all ready? [Gwen Stefani:] Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. Wind It Up! Odl lay odl lay odl-oo. [Gwen Stefani:] Uh-huh, it's your moment Uh-huh, come on girl, you know you own it Uh-huh, you know your key is still tick-tockin' Hell yeah, but you know they're watchin'. [Gwen Stefani:] Get it girl, get it, get it girl Get it girl, get it, get it girl To the front, to the side To the back, but don't let him ride Keep goin' girl, it's your night Don't let him steal your light I know he thinks your fine & stuff. But does he know how to wind you up? [Pharrell:] Come on. [Gwen Stefani:] Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. Wind It Up! Uh, uh, uh. Wind It Up! Odl lay odl lay odl lay, hey! |
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| 7. |
| 3:35 |
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Hu hu haaaaaa
Pump it Hu hu haaaaaa And pump it (louder) And pump it (louder) And pump it (louder) And pump it (louder) Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right N*ggas wanna hate on us (who) N*ggas can be envious (who) And I know why they hatin on us (why) Cause that’s so fabulous (what) I’m a be real on us (c’mon) Nobody got nuttin on us (no) Girls be all on us from London back down to the US (s, s) We rockin it (contagious) monkey business just(outrageous) Just confess your girl admits that we the sh*t F-R-E-S-H we (fresh) D-E-F that’s right we def (raw) We definite B-E-P we reppin it So turn it up (turn it up) So turn it up (turn it up) So turn it up (turn it up) C’mon baby and just Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) And sigh oh oh oh oh Sigh oh oh oh oh Yo yo Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right now This joint is fizzlin It’s sizzlin Right now (Yo check this out right here) Dude wanna hate on us (dude) Dude needa ease on up (dude) Dude wanna act on up But dude get shut like flavor shut (down) Chicks say she ain’t down But chick backstage when we in town (ha) She like man on drunk (fool) She wanna hit n run (errr) Yeah that’s the speed That’s what we do That’s who we be B-L-A-C-K-E-Y-E-D-P to the E then the A to the S When we play you shake your ass Shake it shake it, shake it girl Make sure you don’t break it girl Cause we gonna Turn it up (turn it up) Turn it up (turn it up) Turn it up (turn it up) C’mon baby just Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) And sigh, oh oh oh oh Sigh oh oh oh oh Yo yo Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right now This joint is fizzlin It’s sizzlin Right Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Damn (dang) Apl de ap from Philippines Live and direct rocking this scene Waiting on down for the B-boys And B-girls waiting doin their thing Pump it louder come on Dont stop and keep it goin Do it lets get it on Move it Come on baby do it La-da-di-dup-dup di da On the stereo Let those speakers blow your mind (Blow my mind, baby) and let it go let it go Here we go La-da-di-dup-dup de dya (cmon were there) On the radio The system is gonna feel so fine ya ya ya ya uh uh Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) Pump it (louder) And sigh oh oh oh oh Sigh oh oh oh oh Yo yo Turn up the radio Blast your stereo Right now This joint is fizzlin It’s sizzlin Right |
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| 3:47 |
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Hip hop
Hip hop Is dead Had to flip this track again y'all Is dead Hip hip hop Hip hip hop NYC Dirty South West Coast Midwest Let's go If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead Yeah people smoke chill party and die in the same corner Get cash live fast body their man's mama Quick fast trigger fingers on the llama Revenge in their eyes Hennessy and the ganja Word to the wise with villain state of minds Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Grindin' hittin' Brazilian dimes from behind Whenever if ever I roll up it's sown up Any ghetto will tell ya' Nas helped grow us up My face once graced promotional Sony trucks Hundred million and billin' I helped blow 'em up Gave my man my right I could have went left So like my girl Foxy the kid went Def deaf So people who's your top ten Is it MC Shan Is it MC Ren If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead The bigger the cap the bigger the peelin' Come through something ill missin' the ceilin' What influenced my raps Stickups and killings Kidnappings project buildings drug dealings Criticize that why is that 'Cuz Nas rap is compared to legitimized crap 'Cuz we love to talk on nasty chickens Most intellectuals will only half listen So you can't blame jazz musicians Or David Stern with his NBA fashion issues Oh I they like me in my white tee You can't ice me we here for life B On my second marriage hip hop's my first wifey And for that we not takin' it lightly If hip hop should die we die together Bodies in the morgue lie together All together now If hip hop should die before I wake I'll put an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ If hip hop should die before I wake I'll load an extended clip and body 'em all day Roll to every station wreck the DJ Roll to every station wreck the DJ Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' Hip hop just died this mornin' And she's dead she's dead Everybody sound the same commercialize the game Reminiscin' when it wasn't all business It forgot where it started So we all gather here for the dearly departed Hip hopper since a toddler One homeboy became a man then a mobster If it dies let me get my last swig of Vodka R I P we'll donate your lungs to a rasta Went from turntables to MP3's From Beat Street to commercials on Mickey D's From gold cables to Jacobs From plain facials to Botox and face lifts I'm lookin' over my shoulder It's about eighty people from my hood that showed up And they came to show love Sold out concert and the doors are closed shut |
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| 3:35 |
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see now you who the god be,
back runnin the city and you know who the squad be flipmode bitch look see ain′t nothin changed now i′m back with the remix with the queens of the game (turn it up!!) when you see me in the spot you niggas better respect it y′all already know where i rep ain′t no reason to check it and i know that you ain′t fuckin with me just for the record so instead i′m a let, mary j. blige come and set it (now get low mary!) maybe you can guess who it is (uh huh) mary j. blige about to handle my biz (uh huh) i′m on my grown woman still i rep for the kids in every hood, and all my peoples doin a bid (turn it up!!) now you know who′s really the queen deliver the mail seven hundred thirty thousand first week of my sales the haters plot and they watch lookin all pale while i′m on a yacht, overseas doin my nails (get low mary!) well let me show you how we do (ha!) i gotta thank everyone for coppin the breakthrough (uh huh) bus did take one the remix is take two you love the way we reinventin how we just stay new (turn it up!!) how we sellin out theb stadiums, arenas and all (ha!!!) only louis and gucci we don′t shop at the mall (huh!) got you partyin and dancin and havin a ball and your lovin the way we reppin how we do it for y′all go ′head and ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ (get Ra digga!) see me rollin up in your hood (uh huh) these jokers screa,in damn rah still be lookin good (yeah) they do they little mack he askin me who i tapped ain′t none of your concern you a g make it hap (turn it up!!) when i give a nigga some play he losin his brain (uh) askin me a bunch of questions actin like he my man wanna stress a bitch out tellin me i did change they sayin damn my bad if you fell for the game (get Ra digga!) now he sittin there lookin stuck (ha!) he thinkin cause he spent a little dough i′m ′gon fuck if money ain′t a thang i′m sayin let a bitch know typed to empty a account, how far you willin to go (turn it up!!) now he hopin on the jet he ain′t wastin no time told me all expense paid anyplace i could find hit the islands in the winter trickin all on his dime ain′t a shorty in the world pussy better than mine, they wanna ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ star symbol are for missy elliott′s adlibs i′m jinglin baby, go ′head mami, don′t i look charmin put your lips up on me (woo!!!) kiss it touch it, good, yes i wish you would (turn it up!!) you like to see me when i dip baby dip (ha) don′t it look like i got beyonce′s hips lookin like i could be nia long boy you smokin that cheech and chong have you ever seen thickness in a thong (come on!) you can hit it like a game of ping pong if you give me two shots of it strong nigga bring it on i might let you take me home (turn it up!!) now busta bus (bus!!) misdemeanor in here this year be clear y′all be beware fake mc′s y′all can′t come near i′m toxic baby like i′m britney spears ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ see i ain′t even gotta talk to y′all!!! i let the queens of the game get at y′all!! se y′all ain′t even in my league!!! flipmode bitch!!!! ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ ″touch it bring it babe watch it turn it leave it stop format it″ - |
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| 3:56 |
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Ride when we ride we ride
It's til the day we die When we ride we ride It's til the day we die It's real late Bout a quater to 1 Thinkin about everythang We become And i hate it I thought we could make it But im ready to scratch this Just wanna forget about it I saw the pictures And the letters she sent U had me thinkin U were out we your friends Im so foolish Hate me like im stupid Cuz i thought it was just u and i oh That's how i think after all the time We spent in love I see it in my mind Playing over and over again Its far and out U got me breaking down And i just can't figure out why But this is what u say when we ride we ride It's til the day we die When we ride we ride It's til the day we die Ride when we ride we ride It's til the day we die When we ride we ride It's til the day we die Visions in my mind Of the day that we met U showed me thangs That'll never forget Took me swimming In the ocean U had my head up in the clouds Make me feel like im floating yeah U think im playing When u now its the truth Nobody else can do it Quite like i do All my kisses And my lovin But aint nobody Better than us That's how i think after all the time We spent in love I see it in my mind Playing over and over again Its far and out U got me breaking down And i just can't figure out why Ride when we ride we ride It's til the day we die When we ride we ride It's til the day we die Ride when we ride we ride It's til the day we die When we ride we ride It's til the day we die I guess its over And definitely But u and i know Its not that easy To let go Of everything everything And start all over again Just bring this up cuz u blew it I wont forget how u do it Sweet baby This is where the game ends now somehow Might not believe u and me We can figure it out Ride when we ride we ride It's til the day we die When we ride we ride It's til the day we die U finna make me say boy I wish that u come hold me When im lonely When i need someone to talk to U would phone me Just like everything its on me when we ride we ride it's til the day we die Boy u forgot about the promises U made me And now we'll let the memories Just fade away But i remember What u used to say when we ride we ride it's til the day we die We Ride when we ride we ride it's til the day we die We die But this is what u say when we ride we ride it's til the day we die We Ride when we ride we ride it's til the day we die We die But i remember what u used to say when we ride we ride it's til the day we die We Ride |
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Beasta
Do yo chain hang low Do it wobble to the flo Do it shine in the light Is it platinum Is it gold Could you throw it over ya shoulda If ya hot it make ya cold Do your chain hang low Is that your chain Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang How bout the ride let the diamonds smoke off the range Just by the chain you can tell the big kid do his thang You know the name Is that your chain Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang How bout the ride let the diamonds sparkle off the range Just by the chain you can tell the big kid do his thang I'm off the chain Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm hot kid Chains so low you hat think that diamonds never stop it And it's funny cause you could never stop it A bunch of rocks on my hand n I ain't even own a block yet Show white gold sorta hold 'em like my tims And a chain hang 24 inches like the rims Diamonds all blown up yeah sorta like a pimp so when I like Shit the ice It starts glistenin off the tims My chain hang All it do is blang blang Half blue half red Like my diamonds gang bang And don't even think We on the same thing Charms so heavy they couldn't lift it til the crane came Do yo chain hang low Do it wobble to the flo Do it shine in the light Is it platinum Is it gold Could you throw it over ya shoulda If ya hot it make ya cold Do your chain hang low Do yo chain hang low Do it wobble to the flo Do it shine in the light Is it platinum Is it gold Could you throw it over ya shoulda If ya hot it make ya cold Do your chain hang low Yeah yeah yeah yeah I'm so icy My charm so heavy that my neck don't like me Go n no no no is not a game kid Cause I throw my chain in the crowd Like game did Is nothing Diamonds is nothing to me Especially when I'm dressing up Is just a button to me Bling And not to mention my teeth Cause they color coordinated Complimentin the tee Oh bra dats So check out my swag Diamonds red white n blue like the American flag Boy is so colorful N see I got that nice screen My money I spend on jewels I call it my ice cream My music give you black eye Cuz of the beating They think I am a mutant The way a boy is beasting I stay when n sometime you call it cheating Yeah my boys always around Like is a mee ting Is that your chain Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang How bout the ride let the diamonds sparkle off the range Just by the chain you can tell the big kid do his thang You know the name Is that your chain Bout 24 inches is how low I let it hang How bout the ride let the diamonds sparkle off the range Just by the chain you can tell the big kid do his thang I'm off the chain Do yo chain hang low Do it wobble to the flo Do it shine in the light Is it platinum Is it gold Could you throw it over ya shoulda If ya hot it make ya cold Do your chain hang low Do yo chain hang low Do it wobble to the flo Do it shine in the light Is it platinum Is it gold Could you throw it over ya shoulda If ya hot it make ya cold Do your chain hang low |
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| 3:40 |
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| 4:02 |
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Obie Trice (Eminem) {Akon} [Intro]:
{Convict} (Yeah, SHADY) {Convict Music} (Guess who's back) Still here, haters {Akon & Obie Trice, Yeah} Whatcha gonna do it with it, A? Whatcha gonna do? {Take 'em on back to the streets} Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 1]: It's risky, the bitch tend to rise out a nigga It's history, Snitch, who decided he's a member Once he got pinched, coincided with law Same homie say he lay it down for the boy Brought game squad around ours How could it be? Been homies since Superman draws Only foniness never came to par He had us, a true neighborhood actor Had his back with K's Now we see through him like X-Ray's Cuffed in that Adam car No matter, his loss, we at him, it's war Knowing not to cross those resevoir dogs You helped plant seeds just to be a vegetable When we invest in team, it's to the death fo sho No ex and oh's, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 2]: We started out as a crew, in one speak, it's all honest Private conferences when we eat, Benihana's Recondences when we peep enemies on us Been on these corners, sellin like anything on us Knowing heaven has shown us being devil's minors That ain't got shit to do with the tea in China We gon' keep the grind up til death come find us Meanwhile leanin in them European whips reclined up It's an eye for an eye for the riders We ain't trying to get locked up, we soul survivors Po Pos is cowards, there's no you, it's ours We vow this, mixing yayo with soda powder Who woulda known he would fold and cower Once the captain showed, he sold whole McDonalds So no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah Obie Trice [Verse 3]: Nowadays, Sammy Da Bull's got the game full So he move to a rural area to keep cool He snitchin on a snitch now, there's nothin to tell Nowadays, your circles should be small as hell Ain't tryin to meet new faces, this don't interest me Even if we bubble slow, we'll get it eventually No penitentary, there will be no climacy You will meet the lowest snitch in given us a century These cats is rats now, the streets need decon That's how they react now, weak when the heat's on 'em Stop snitchin, you asked for the life your living This act is not permitted, Nowhere on the map, It is Forbidden to send a nigga to prison if you been in it Along with 'em and then snitch and become hidden So it's no exs and ohs, tex calicos Aim at your chest nicca Akon [Chorus]: I keep the 40 cal on my side Steppin with the mindstate of a mobster See a nigga pass by Tuck your chain in cause he might rob ya Got glocks for sale, red dots for sale Anything that you need, believe me, I'm gon' lace you Just don't whatever you do, Snitch Cause you will get hit, pray I don't face you, yeah |
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Do do do do do do do do
Ohh Yeah Gotta change my answering machine Now that I'm alone Cuz right now it says that we Can't come to the phone And I know it makes no sense Cuz you walked out the door But it's the only way i hear your voice anymore It's ridiculous It's been months And for some reason i just Can't get over us And I'm stronger than this Enough is enough No more walkin round With my head down I'm so over being blue Cryin' over you And I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't i turn off the radio Gotta fix that calender i have That's marked July 15th Because since there's no more you There's no more anniversary I'm so fed up with my thoughts of you And your memory And how every song reminds me Of what used to be That's the reason I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you were still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't i turn off the radio Leave me alone Stupid love songs Don't make me think about her smile Or having my first child Let it go Turning off the radio Cuz I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you was still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't i turn off the radio Cuz I'm so sick of love songs So tired of tears So done with wishing you was still here Said I'm so sick of love songs so sad and slow So why can't i turn off the radio |
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[50 Cent Intro]
This is how we do it, when we do it Like we just wanna tear the club up We do it like there aint nothin to it The way we do it, now everybody put your fuckin` hands up! Lets Go! [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch your body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [50 Cent Verse] You cant body the kid, you know how i rock Went from pumpin packs on the block, to straight to the top So the money aint a thing now, yeah thats right Mansion after mansion, next stop the Hampton`s I splurge with it, im so absurd with it Got the hunger to go get it, cuz i wan` go spend it You know how a boss play a play, nigga im ballin` If theres money to be made, i`m all in Catch me in the cherry-red porsche, bay seats, red pipe, and You want me to teach ya how to stunt, aite then Tattoo`s on the arm, 30 carrots on the charm Cuz the flow be the bomb, learn to respect the don First night if i dont hit, second night im on some shit Third night we call it quits, i aint fuckin with the bitch Success is much of a choice, im high off life Another move, another mill, lets get right aight.. [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Havoc Verse] You can catch me cockin` the fifth, got me rockin` with Fif Now that`s ??drop?? you see the keys to the Bent Got my niggaz movin` them bricks, it dont stop In a million dollar deal homie get that glock See dudes get comfy, money aint long `nough Spit one verse, my whole cribs coughed up Ma i got a fetish, fuckin` in them porsche trucks Curtis got one so when i finished i tossed her Y`all in to wifin`, we ??could throw?? wife in Only fuck with bitches that got their liquor license Shot high prices, shook all vices Imfamous nigga, got the game in a vice grip 10 hundred K, but the flow, is priceless Anything less, we rollin` them dices Nuts in the sand if you aint bumpin` my shit Shorty wanna rip to my sound in my ??light booth?? [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy.. [Prodigy Verse] Listen.. You couldn`t ??out-pay?? P or VIP My wrist could buy a bitch a PHD My Range alone could pay for you to eat For the next few years i`m so icey kid My flow is long money, my face is Hollywood My tattoo`s could hit you with the thug ??hard flow?? My attitude is universal, yeah Hong Kong money When we get back to Queen`s we gon` hurt you Cant afford to ride, you gettin` stomped out I got a team of dimes they all dogged out Ray the line, you up and take you out My girls is hot man, they hard to turn down You can hear your drawers lookin` like the Mexican After the lil` shorty ??WaWa?? break you off a lil` bit You so stupid, we so much rich And who braggin`, im jus tryna holla at the chicks, like [Nate Dogg (50 Cent) Chorus] Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and have a party if you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, (GGGGGG G-UNit), go ahead and touch her body like you want to, (GGGGGG-GGGGGG G-UNit) Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on, M.O.B.B! Heyyyy, go ahead and chase that paper get your game tight Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy, go ahead come home with me let`s do it all night Na na na na na, i`m poppin` on Heyyyy... |
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| 17. |
| 5:00 |
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(Intro)
I don't know, dude ... I think everybody's all jealous and shit 'Cause, I'm like, the lead singer of a band, dude ... And I think everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me, dude ... And they need to take it up with me after the show Because... These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my band Eminem: So I get off stage right, drop the mic Walk up to these hot chicks and I'm all like What's up ladies, my name's Slim Shady I'm the lead singer in D12, baby They're all like "Oh my God, it's him Becky, oh my fuckin' God, it's Eminem I swear to fuckin' God, dude, you fuckin' rock Please won't you please let me suck your cock" And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous Especially when I drop the beat and do my A Capella's All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes Throw their bras and their shirts and their panties on stage So like every single night they pick a fight with me But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry 'Cause they're back on stage the next night with me Dude, I just think you're tryna steal the light from me Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me Because I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be This rock star shit, it's the life for me And all the other guys just despise me because These chicks don't even know the name of my band But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man All because I'm the lead singer of my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, my band My band, baby yeah! Swifty: Alright, ok, alright man, give me that mic man, ok, daw...gi...come on.. Eminem: Dude! Swifty: Give me this mic! Eminem: Ah, dude? Swifty: You just wanna see a nigga backwards, don't you? Hey dad how come we don't rap off Pro Tools? Smash these vocals and do a performance But we in the van and he in a tour bus You don't want my autograph, yous a liar And no, I'm Swift ("Oh, I thought you was Kuniva") What the hell is wrong with that dressing room? Cause our shit is lookin' smaller than a decimal See I know how to rap, (uh-huh) it's simple but, All I did was read a Russell Simmons book So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map Doin' jumpin' jacks while get whipped on my back Kuniva and Kon Artis: Kuniva: Look at Em, little punk ass, thinkin' he the shit Kon: Yeah, I know, man, by himself takin' on a flick Kuniva: Hey, I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue Eminem: No I had an interview, not you two Kuniva: You gonna be late for sound check Kon: Man I ain't goin' to sound check Kuniva: Man our mics are screwed up Kon: And his always sound best.. You know what man I'ma say somethin' Kuniva: Hey yo, Em Eminem: You got somethin' to say Kon: Man, nothin' Kuniva: I thought you 'bout to tell him off, man, what's up Kon: Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it man shut up. And you ain't even back me up when we supposed to be crew Kuniva: Man, I was 'bout to talk right after you, I swear Kon: Man, whatever Kuniva: I swear man These chicks don't even know the name of my band, But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands, 'Cause once I blow they know that I'll be the man, All because I'm the lead singer of my band Proof: They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not Went from sold out arenas to amusement parks How I'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot I should cut his mic off when the music starts (Eminem: Hey yo, what's....) Ready to snap on a dumb ass fan Every time I hear "Hey dude, I love your band" We ain't a band, bitch, we don't play instruments So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent And these guys actin' funny every area code (Eminem: Proof, carry my bag) Bitch, carry your own Can't make it to the stage, security in my way ("Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!") Bizarre: God dammit, I'm sick of this group Time for me to go solo and make some loot I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps 'Till Kon Artis, slipped me some crack Lose Yourself video, I was in the back Superman video, I was in the back For the media, I got some suggestions Fuck Marshall, ask us some questions Like "Who is D12?" "How we get started?" "But what about Eminem?" Bitch, are you retarded Anyway, I'm the popularest guy in the group Big ass stomach, bitches think I'm cute "Hey sexy" 50 told me to do sit-ups to get buff Did two and a half and couldn't get up (Uhh!) Fuck D12, I'm outta this band I'm 'bout start a group with the real Roxanne Eminem: Girl why can't you see you're the only one for me And it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name Man, fuck this These chicks don't even know the name of my band (ha ha) But they all on me like they wanna hold hands (Fuck Marshall) Cause once I blow I know that I'll be the man (yeah) All because I'm the lead singer...... My Band My Band (The Band) My Band (Our Band) My Band (The Band) My Band (You Man) My Band (You Man) My Band (Roxanne) My Band (Shantan) My Band (Lets do it) The hottest boy band in the world....D12! Eminem: I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girls to take off their underpants I'm the lead singer of my band, my salsa Makes all the pretty girls want to dance My salsa (wooo ohhh), look out for my next single, it's called "My Salsa" My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants My salsa makes all the pretty girls want to dance And take off their underpants, my salsa Where'd everybody go? |
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| 3:59 |
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Big City Life,
Me try fi get by, Pressure nah ease up no matter how hard me try. Big City Life, Here my heart have no base, And right now Babylon de pon me case. People in a show, All lined in a row. We just push on by, Its funny, How hard we try. Take a moment to relax. Before you do anything rash. Don't you wanna know me?, Be a friend of mine. I'll share some wisdom with you. Don't you ever get lonely, From time to time Don't let the system get you down Chorus Soon our work is done, All of us one by one. Still we live our lives, As if all this stuff survives. I take a moment to relax, Before I do anything rash. Bridge The Linguist across the seas and the oceans, A permanent Itinerant is what I've chosen. I find myself in Big City prison, arisen from the vision of man kind. Designed, to keep me discreetly neatly in the corner, you'll find me with the flora and the fauna and the hardship. Back a yard is where my heart is still I find it hard to depart this Big City Life. |
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| 19. |
| 4:52 |
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Four, Tres, Two, Uno
넷 셋 둘 하나 Listen up y'all The beat that I'm banging is the next shit [Verse 1] Fergalicious definition make the boys go loco They want my treasures So they get their pleasures from my photo You can see me (you can squeeze me) I ain't easy (I ain't sleazy) I got reasons why I tease 'Em Boys just come and go like seasons Fergalicious (so delicious) But I ain't promiscuous And if you was suspicious All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses That puts them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block Just to watch what I got [Chorus:] So delicious It's hot, hot So delicious I put them boys on rock, rock So delicious They want a taste of what I got I'm Fergalicious T-t-t-t-t-t- Tasty, Tasty [Verse 2] Fergalicious def Fergalicious def Fergalicious def Fergalicious definition make them boys go crazy They always claim they know me Comin' to me call me Stacy (Hey Stacy) I'm the F to the E-R-G the I And can't no other lady put it down like me I'm Fergalicious (so delicious) My body stay vicious I be up in the gym Just working on my fitness He's my witness I put your boy rock, rock And he be lining down the block Just to watch what I got [Chorus:] So delicious It's hot, hot So delicious I put them boys on rock, rock So delicious They want a taste of what I got I'm Fergalicious H-h-h-h-h-h hold up! Check it out! Baby baby baby If you really want me Honey keep your patience Maybe then you'll get a taste I'll be tasty, tasty, I'll be laced with lacey It's so tasty, tasty, It'll make you go crazy T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S To the D to the E to the, To the To the, hit it Fergie [Verse 3] All the time I turn around, brother gather 'round Always looking at me up and down Look at my uhhhh I just want to say It now I ain't tryin' to 'round up Drama little mama I don't wanna take your man And I know tha I'm coming off Just a little bit conceited And I keep on repeatin' how the boys Want to eat it but I'm tryin' to tell That I can't be treated like clientele Cuz they say she delicious (so delicious) But I ain't promiscuous And if you was suspicious All that shit is fictitious I blow kisses That puts them boys on rock, rock And they be lining down the block Just to watch what I got Four, Tres, Two, Uno My body stay vicious I be up in the gym Just working on my fitness He's my witness I put your boy rock, rock And he be lining down the block Just to watch what I got It's so delicious It's so delicious It's so delicious I'm Fergalicious t-t-t-t Tasty, Tasty It's so delicious It's so delicious It's so delicious I'm Fergalicious t-t-t-t T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the, to the, to the Four, Tres, Two, Uno D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the to the to the Four, Tres, Two, Uno T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T to the A to the, to the, to the Four, Tres, Two, Uno D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S to the D to the E to the to the to the . |
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Yeah, that?s right, I like that
The royal ***** is clean Your Highness Thank you, uh uh, Snoop, Kells You know how we get down I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin' Ladies like that's that **** I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that **** In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style I'm like that's that **** Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey! Let me hear you say that's that **** Let's get this party jumpin', me and Kel gon? get it bumpin' They humpin' like when it's over, we gon? all get into somethin' The Dogg is fresh, Southside without a vest Nothin? on my chest but these ladies up out the Midwest I must confess that in the Chi you so blessed Leaving nothing on my mind but Doggy, you and safe sex This ain't a test you ******* with a cold mess Meet me in Chicago let me get you to this real West It's real strong, real fat and real long Doggies in the building holdin' something they can feel up on And once they get it something they can build up on Take that skinny ***** home, work that filling till it's gone Get that home grown put that **** on Daddy long I know how you ladies do it T-shirt with no panties on Let's get this **** crackin', Kell and Doggy Dogg in action If you in here all alone you might get this dog bone I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin' Ladies like that's that **** I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that **** In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style I'm like that's that **** Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey! Let me hear you say that's that **** Dippin? low, Six-Four hundred spokes and ****** smoke All these ladies on the floor ?cause they know what we in here for Dogg and Kelly came to ball, get your *** up off the wall Let that middle wiggle, now make that **** fall Not just one, but all y'all, move it like you want it all Let me see you bounce it for me, work that **** for Doggy Dogg You gots to do it, is that your crew? Bring 'em too Come here let me take you through it, then once Kelly get into it We can get this after party poppin' everybody Got themselves another body Knockin' out without protection though that's my confession But at the spot if you just think you?re gonna listen You can drop it like it's hot Hold up, I came to cool out, lay back and get ***** Maybe Henny, maybe gin, a couple shots of Patron And if you didn't you missed it but now it's known That this that ****, Kells sing that song, c?mon I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin' Ladies like that's that **** I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that **** In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style I'm like that's that **** Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey! Let me hear you say that's that **** So if you think you got the bomb, ****, holla at a playa Holla at a playa, holla at a playa And if you lookin' for some good ***, holla at a playa Holla at a playa, holla at a playa Girl if you ever in the 312, holla at a playa Holla at a playa, holla at a playa And if you're ever in the 213, holla at a playa Holla at a playa, holla at a playa I pull up, dip low in the Phantom with the wheels spinnin' Ladies like that's that **** I'm in the back of the club blowin' trees Hands up, head bobbin' like that's that **** In the spot where the girls go wild, dancing ***** bar style I'm like that's that **** Snoop Dizzle, hey! Your boy Kells, hey! Let me hear you say that's that **** |
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[sound of static]
[announcer] Meet Eddie, twenty-three years old. Fed up with life and the way things are going, he decides to rob a liquor store. ("I can't take this no more, I can't take it no more homes") But on his way in, he has a sudden change of heart. And suddenly, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit is mine, I gotta do this.. gotta do this") [Dr. Dre] Alright, stop! (Huh?) Now before you walk in the door of this liquor store and try to get money out the drawer You better think of the consequence (But who are you?) I'm your motherfuckin conscience [Eminem] That's nonsense! Go in and gaffle the money and run to one of your aunt's cribs And borrow a damn dress, and one of her blonde wigs Tell her you need a place to stay You'll be safe for days if you shave your legs with Renee's razor blade [Dr. Dre] Yeah but if it all goes through like it's supposed to The whole neighborhood knows you and they'll expose you Think about it before you walk in the door first Look at the store clerk, she's older than George Burns [Eminem] Fuck that! Do that shit! Shoot that bitch! Can you afford to blow this shit? Are you that rich? Why you give a fuck if she dies? Are you that bitch? Do you really think she gives a fuck if you have kids? [Dr. Dre] Man, don't do it, it's not worth it to risk it! (You're right!) Not over this shit (Stop!) Drop the biscuit (I will!) Don't even listen to Slim yo, he's bad for you (You know what Dre? I don't like your attitude..) [sound of static] ("It's alright c'mon, just come in here for a minute") ("Mmm, I don't know!") ("Look baby..") ("Damn!") ("Yo, it's gonna be alright, right?") ("Well OK..") [announcer] Meet Stan, twenty-one years old. ("Give me a kiss!") After meeting a young girl at a rave party, things start getting hot and heavy in an upstairs bedroom. Once again, his conscience comes into play... ("Shit!") [Eminem] Now listen to me, while you're kissin her cheek and smearin her lipstick, I slipped this in her drink Now all you gotta do is nibble on this little bitch's earlobe.. (Yo! This girl's only fifteen years old You shouldn't take advantage of her, that's not fair) Yo, look at her bush.. does it got hair? (Uh huh!) Fuck this bitch right here on the spot bare Til she passes out and she forgot how she got there (Man, ain't you ever seen that one movie _Kids_?) No, but I seen the porno with SunDoobiest! (Shit, you wanna get hauled off to jail?) Man fuck that, hit that shit raw dawg and bail.. [sound of static] [pickup idling, radio playing] [announcer] Meet Grady, a twenty-nine year old construction worker. After coming home from a hard day's work, he walks in the door of his trailer park home to find his wife in bed with another man. ("WHAT THE FUCK?!?!") ("Grady!!") [Dr. Dre] Alright calm down, relax, start breathin.. [Eminem] Fuck that shit, you just caught this bitch cheatin While you at work she's with some dude tryin to get off?! FUCK slittin her throat, CUT THIS BITCH'S HEAD OFF!!! [Dr. Dre] Wait! What if there's an explanation for this shit? (What? She tripped? Fell? Landed on his dick?!) Alright Shady, maybe he's right Grady But think about the baby before you get all crazy [Eminem] Okay! Thought about it, still wanna stab her? Grab her by the throat, get your daughter and kidnap her? That's what I did, be smart, don't be a retard You gonna take advice from somebody who slapped DEE BARNES??! [Dr. Dre] What'chu say? (What's wrong? Didn't think I'd remember?) I'ma kill you motherfucker! [Eminem] Uhhh-aahh! Temper temper! Mr. Dre? Mr. N.W.A.? Mr. AK comin' straight outta Compton y'all better make way? How in the fuck you gonna tell this man not to be violent? [Dr. Dre] Cause he don't need to go the same route that I went Been there, done that.. aw fuck it... What am I sayin? Shoot em both Grady, where's your gun at? |
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C'mon manAnd with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback [mumbling] but tonite... Don't call it a comeback I been here for years Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon Listen to the bass |
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(rock the joint) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window Supa dupa fly (uh-huh) Supa dupa fly I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) Me I'm supa fly (uh-huh) 'gainst my window When the rain hits my window I take and {inhale, cough} me some indo Me and Timbaland, ooh, we sang a jangle We so tight, that you get our styles Tango Sway on dosie-do like you loco Can we get kinky tonight? Like CoCo, so-so You don't wanna play with my Yo-Yo I smoke my hydro on the dee-low I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (say what?) Yeah.. Beep beep, who got the keys to the Jeep? V-r-rrrrrrrooooom! (uh-huh) I'm drivin to the beach Top down, loud sounds, see my peeps (uhh) Give them pounds, now look who it be (who it be) It be me me me and Timothy (me me!) Look like it's bout to rain, what a shame (uh-huh) I got the Armor-All to shine up the stain Oh Missy, try to maintain Icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky-icky.. I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (say what? uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (yeah) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! I feel the wind Five six seven, eight nine ten Begin, I sit on Hill's like Lauryn Until the rain starts, comin down, pourin Chill, I got my umbrella My finger waves be dazed, they fall like Humpty Chumpy, I break up with him before he dump me To have me yes you lucky I can't stand the rain! (ha, uhh) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (against my window) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) 'gainst my window (what?) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh, uh-huh) 'gainst my window (uh) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (like that baby) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, stand the rain) I can't stand the rain! (what?) (can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (can you stand the rain?) (uh-huh, can you stand the rain?) I can't stand the rain! (what?) 'gainst my window (uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! 'gainst my window (huh) I can't stand the rain! (hmm..) 'gainst my window (yo) I can't stand the rain! (why not, break it down like dat) 'gainst my window (break it down baby) I can't stand the rain! (uh-huh) (yeah like that, uh-huh) I can't stand the rain! (uh, huh) (uhh.. Misdemeanor) I can't stand the rain! .. I can't stand the rain! .. fades out |
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| 5:03 |
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Uh wait a minute now
Can you hear me out there Lunatics, is y'all ready Let me hear ya I'ma sucker for cornrows and manicured toes (hey) Fendi capri pants and Parasucos (alright) Passadity city with one or two throws I'm dropping outta high school Straight into the pro's, who knows I know That I love it when you make your knees touch your elbows And break it down low to the flow, there you go Now throw it on me slow And every time I bust a rhyme, baby give me some more You say you like that, when I hit it from behind And I'll be right back yea that's my very next line I use it time after time, when I'm speaking my mind It's no matter if I'm shooting game to a pigeon and dime I ask you who that is, talking that shit about the 'tics Somebody probably jealous 'cause they bitch got hit But nobody else dropping shit like dis, should we apologize Fuck 'em just leave 'em pissed hey [Chorus: x2] Andele andele moma E.I. E.I., What's poppin tonight Andele andele moma E.I. E.I. If the head right nelly there every night We can go to the break of dawn, nigga Money long, nigga Go fast up the skirt to talk to the thong, nigga Some say I'm wrong fuck it I'm grown, nigga If you ain't bout money then best be gone, nigga I'm flashy (uh) double takes when you walk past me Nasty, don't be scared boo, go ahead and ask me I drive fasty, call me Jeff Gordon In a black SS wit a navagation See the black blazion, something smells amazing I gotta chick rolling up half black and Asian Another one paging telling me to come over Her husband on vacation and left her home alone I used the v-12 powers, weight loss powers From Phat Farm to Iceberg Slim in one shower Get a room in trump towers just to hit for 3 hours Get the bitch up out the room 'cause she used the word ours (hey) [Chorus] They got a smash mouth of a whole ounce, of that sticky Watch my hands under a gold spout, feeling icky Let go off in a hoes mouth, I ain't picky Start fronting when the shows out What ya mean, 20 inches when they roll out Come and get me, big faces when they fold out Is ya wit me? Don't make me pull that 44 out I keep it close when I the go out Then I slide up in an esclade Me and E getting solid like the ice capades From heat, frosty, roger the rabbit than bugsy You understand me, wrapped crisp like mummys If you compare me to your local grocery Then you'll see I got more carrots than aisle d More bread than aisle e, you can bag and scan me Sure like Al be |
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| 5:06 |
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Hey, yeah ya know what? I like the players
No Diggity, No doubt Play on play that Play on play that Yo Dre drop the verse It's going down Fad to Blackstreet The homeys got abby collab creations Funk like acne No doubt I put it down never slouch As long as my credit could vouch A dog couldn't catch me ********* out Tell me who could stop with Dre makin' moves Attracting honeys like a magnet Giving them ig-asms with my mellow accent Still moving his flavor with the homeys Blackstreet & Teddy The original rump shakers Shorty get down, good Lord Baby got 'em open all over town Strickly biz she don't play around Cover much grounds Got game by the pound Gettin paid is her forte Each and every day true player way I can't get her outta my mind I think about the girl all the time East side to the west side Push your fat rides it's no surprise She got tricks in the stash Stacking up the cash Fast when it comes to the gas By no means average She's on when she's got to have it Baby your a perfect 10, I wanna get in Can I get down so I can win 1 - I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up i like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up girl) i like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up (bag it up) I like the way you work it (no diggity) I got to bag it up She's got class and style Street knowledge, buy the pound Baby never act wild, very low key on the profile Catching villians is a no Let me tell you how it goes Curve's the word, spin's the verb Lovers it curves so freak what you heard Rollin with the fatness You don't even know what the half is You gotta pay to play Just for shorty bang bang to look your way I like the way you work it Trump tight all day, everyday You're blowing my mind, maybe in time Baby I can get you in my ride Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (hey yo that girl looks good) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (play on play on player) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo (you're my kind of girl) Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Cuz that's my peeps and we rool deep Flying first class from NY City to Blackstreet What chu know about me Not a motha fuckin' thing Cartier wooded frames supported by my shorty Ask for me Icy gleem and pinky diamond ring We be's the baddest click up on this scene Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads High shows and proves, no doubt I be diggin' you so Please excuse if I come across rude That's just me and that's how a player's got to be Stay kickin' game with a capital "G" Ask the peoples on my block I'm as real as can be Word is born Faking moves never been my thing So Teddy pass the word to your nigga Chauncey I'll be sending a car, lets say around 3:30 Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Hey yo hey yo hey yo hey yo Yeah, Come on Jackie in full effect Lisa in full effect Nicky in full effect Tomeka in full effect Ladies in full effect Ain't nothing goin' on but the rent Yeah play on play that Play on play on Cuz I like it No diggity, no doubt, yeah Blackstreet productions We out, we out right We out, we out |
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