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| 2. |
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Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot
Load It, Cock It, Aim and Shoot Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Some will die over oil kill over land Charge you for taxes and Blame Uncle Sam Read you your rights and charge you for nothing Now who’s really gangsta And tell me who’s frontin’ Murder your sons, ravage your daughters Here overseas and across the waters Tanks and missiles, bombs and grenades Inject the land with guns and aids You better pray to the most high or who ever you praise Politicians can’t help you they puppets to slaves Trying to get paid and you are too Whatcha gone do when the gun is pointed at you Like bank robbers Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die) We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot Hey world Get you a paper turn on the news Ride through the hood I witness the blues How can you ignore it it’s easy to spot it A trap house, a liquor store and your city’s got it And my city’s got it, and they city’s got it This world is chaotic and love is symbolic So life don’t get cherished, and our babies perish And your babies perish now tell me who’s careless Now who should I pray to what should I pray for You can’t pay the preacher for your redemption I know where we’re headed, I already read it The good book done said it Like cowboys and Indians We just living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang (I say) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Oh we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We gone die, living) Ludacris Luda! they say tomorrow’s not promised today But today I promise if we don’t make our own way Somebody’ll take it from us Snatch it like rats to cheese So, lord help me please cause I rather die on my feet than to live on my knees Living like I’m bulletproof Clocking the glock and aim n shoot My future’s ever clear a 180 proof So I open the bottle then swallow my pride And drink the pain away I take shots and just lay up then fade away Dreaming of betta days dreaming of betta pay But we got our work cut out for us so we betta pray Pray to uphold the week, not for eternal sleep But if I die I pray the lord my soul to keep Raheem DeVaughn Living like we bulletproof We bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (I say I load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (We load it, cock it, aim and shoot) Living like we bulletproof we bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang I say we load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Load it, cock it, aim and shoot) We load it, cock it, aim and shoot (Oh lord) Living like we bulletproof |
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| 4:10 |
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They can hate if they wanna
I don't care, yeah I said, let them hate if they wanna Goin' nowhere They can hate if they wanna Let them hate if they wanna Goin' nowhere All your friends keep sayin' you can do better With somebody else Sayin' I'm dangerous and you can do better All by yourself Everybody got somethin' to say And they don't even wanna see While they're talkin' so badly I actually make you happy All that matter is us anyway And I don't even give a damn For you I'm a better man So tell them what they want to hear, baby Let them talk about us (They can hate if they wanna) I don't care (I don't care) No matter what they say about us (Let them hate if they wanna) We ain't goin' nowhere (Goin' nowhere) Everybody says you're too slow for me And the life that I live You ain't out in the club all night You want to be the Quiet part of my life They don't understand how beautiful that is Everybody got somethin' to say They don't even wanna see While they're talkin' so badly I actually make you happy All that matter is us anyway And I don't even give a damn For you I'm a better man So tell them what they want to hear, baby Let them talk about us (They can hate if they wanna) I don't care (I don't care) No matter what they say about us (Let them hate if they wanna) We ain't goin' nowhere (I ain't goin', I ain't goin' nowhere) Let them hate if they wanna I don't care No matter what they believe Ain't goin' nowhere (Listen, I think I'll say it again Say it again, say it again Say it again) Let them hate if they wanna (Oh, let them hate Let them hate on us if they want to) I don't care No matter what they believe (It could be you and me against the world) Ain't goin' nowhere Let them talk about us (They can hate if they wanna) I don't care (I don't care) No matter what they say about us (Let them hate if they wanna) We ain't goin' nowhere (I ain't goin' nowhere) Let them talk about us (They can hate if they wanna) I don't care (I don't care) No matter what they say about us (Let them hate if they wanna) ('Bout you, 'bout me) We ain't goin' nowhere (I ain't goin' nowhere) Let them hate if they wanna I don't care (They can hate, they can hate on me) No matter what they believe Ain't goin' nowhere (Yeah) I don't care What they say about us No matter what they say What they say about us |
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| 3:35 |
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| 6. |
| 3:30 |
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Now some people call me the R&B Hippie Neo Soul Rockstar
And others, they call me Mr. Grammy nominated BET Award Winning The Hustler Hustler, Radio Raheem Mr. Devaughn, even confuse it with Devine But baby, you can just call me Mr. Right Hold up, let me stop you there before you go further I know that you been hearing that I ain't no good I'm a player, I'm a flirt, a heart breaker, even worse (doin' work) Don't you date him, you'll get hurt Oh girl, Yes I did my dirt, but now, I'm all cleaned up and ready for love Don't stop before we start it Baby let me show you where my heart is [Chorus] If you let me be your Mr. Right I will turn into your Mr. Right Now Let me be the one to treat you right Girl I promise I won't let you down I'm Mr. Right, Right Now I can be your Mr. Right (Right Now) Let me be your Mr. Right (Right Now) I can be your Mr. Right (Right Now) Yea, yea, yea Now wait, you don't have to worry 'bout yesterdays Cause everything's subjected to change See I been there, done that I changed up my act, I ain't goin' back Oh girl, yes I did my dirt but But, but, I done cleaned the old me up Don't stop before we start it I'm just tryna' show you where my heart is [Chorus] I wanna shower you with all your wishes Wet you with my kisses I wanna be your Mr. Right now and want you to be my Misses For every new tomorrow, season after season I can't think of a better reason to wanna be a changed man [Chorus] Hey baby I wanna be your Mr. R-I-G-H-T baby |
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| 2:00 |
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| 4:27 |
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| 4:12 |
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As a man, there's a time when you gotta man up
And you might even know how to say it Well, all you gotta do is play her this Tell her, sit down for minute, let me talk to you Better yet say, baby, stand up And let me get on one knee and explain I broke hearts and I've had girlfriends Varieties and even one night stands I've played the field even thought I had Miss Right one time But I guess it wasn't in the most high's plan When you spoke I recognized your voice And felt like dejavu this time I'm prepared for you, the scrimmage is over I'm a keep it real and true Don't want no girlfriend Don't want a two week love affair that just ends Don't need no married Not five, not three, just one I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife I want you to be my wife, my wife So just say yes and pick out your dress My friends say I'm crazy but girl, I wouldn't load right now Now hold out till we get to the hotel room on our honeymoon Never thought I'd be doin' it this soon but hey Oh, I'm not afraid of love, I'm with you because I'm a grown man now, ooh, I've got a winner this time I see my dreams come true, I'm prepared for you This scrimmage is over, I'm a keep it real with you Don't want no girlfriend Don't want no two week love affair that just ends Don't need no married Not five, not three, just one Won't you be my wife? My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife I want you to be my wife, my wife And after we say I do I'm a hand dance with you Tell the DJ to play that jam DJ Wayne Williams, play that jam And after we say I do I'm a line dance with you And tell the DJ to play that jam Hey, Kenny dope-man, play that jam? I want you be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife I want you to be my wife I want you be my wife My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife My wife, my wife ... My wife, my wife I want you to be my wife I want you to be my wife Say yes |
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| 4:38 |
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Yo, Face, turn me up
Turn me up a little bit more, yeah He probably would tell you you're beautiful If he could talk to you I mean, if there was no expiration date on the batteries Look, I've never been a hater It's never been in my nature But, listen, let me hook you up 'cause B.O.B., B.O.B. don't say he miss you And he don't have lips to kiss you And he don't have hands to dip your waist And tell you how good you taste, yeah See B.O.B., B.O.B. can't serve you breakfast in bed Oh no (he can't) bathe your body (He can't) rub your feet (he can't) He can't compete with my love (So tonight) I'm comin' over You need that real type of love (oh, oh, oh, oh, yeah) That can't be duplicated (I wanna serve you up) Your body needs to be loved (loved down) The way that God made it See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (oh, no) B.O.B. can't share your morning rise B.O.B. can't stay this hard See, I can go harder than him (I'll go longer than him) Longer than your battery-operated boyfriend I know (I know, I know) You think that you can take B.O.B. anywhere (B.O.B. anywhere, B.O.B. anywhere) But B.O.B. can't caress your skin Help you stretch and bend And if you ask all your girlfriends I'm sure you'll agree that B.O.B. (B.O.B.) B.O.B. don't talk dirty to you (B.O.B. won't get verbal with you) B.O.B. don't get all flirty with you (B.O.B. don't get freaky with you) B.O.B. don't turn it around and make the bed bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce, like I do You need that real type of love (yeah, yeah) That can't be duplicated (can't be duplicated) Your body needs to be loved (be fruitful and multiply, yeah) The way that God made it (see, I even touch myself sometimes) See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (B.O.B. can't kiss up on those thighs) B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (B.O.B. can't look you in the eyes) B.O.B. can't stay this hard (this hard, yeah) See, I can go harder than him (rock hard, yeah) Longer than your battery-operated boyfriend B.O.B. don't play Donny Hathaway followed by Marvin Gaye Followed by Sade, followed by Al Green, followed by Raheem Followed by Prince, followed by DeBarge, and MJB (MJB) and Jodeci (Jodeci) Pattie Labelle (Pattie Labelle), followed by The Isley's (Maxwell) Earth Wind and Fire (Earth Wind and Fire), and Luther Vandross 'Cause B.O.B. can't help you take them Vicky Secrets off (You need a real love) You need a real type of love (I'll be the real thing tonight) That can't be duplicated (I won't be duplicated) Your body needs to be loved (I got mental stimulation for you) The way that God made it (I wanna love you like B.O.B. can't) See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (who's gonna kiss your thighs?) B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (who's gonna share your morning rise?) B.O.B. can't stay this hard (B.O.B. can't, baby) 'Cause I can go harder than him (but I can, baby, yeah, yeah) Longer than your battery-operated boyfriend (Just call on me, baby) You need a real type of love (you need that real type of love, yeah, yeah) That can't be duplicated (it won't be duplicated) Your body needs to be loved (you need a love experience) The way that God made it ('cause I know) See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (I know) B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (I know) B.O.B. can't stay this hard See, I can go harder than him Longer than your battery-operated boyfriend You need that real type of love (love) That can't be duplicated (If you need some real love tonight, raise your hands in the air, yeah, yeah) Your body needs to be loved (I said, ladies) The way that God made it (the way that God made it if you want some love) See, B.O.B. can't kiss those thighs (you better know) B.O.B. can't share your morning rise (I even touch myself sometimes) B.O.B. can't stay this hard See, I can go harder than him Longer than your battery-operated boyfriend |
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| 3:20 |
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| 4:41 |
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She is the passion
She is my melody And I amplify, amplify her sexuality When the lights go out My bed is the stage Her body is the pole And we just lose control And let nature take its course Just like that I'm in the palm of her hand Like a mike in the stand Turn us up if y'all don't hear me [Chorus] Like the greatest show on earth known to man Mike check one two Mike check one two two Like the whole world inside the palm of her hand Mike check one two Mike check one two Like the perfect song in the key of love Mike check one two Mike check one two two We gone repeat the love cause I can't get enough When she's all on my microphone Ooh oh oh oh when she's all on my microphone Ooh oh oh oh when she's all on my microphone I'll make her ooh I'll make her oh When she's all on my microphone The greatest show known to man Is in the palm of her hand What a work of art When she's all on my microphone Verse two only gets better Like the calm of a storm Before it get wetter And when she does that sexy choreography It's like a pole dance trick And she's on top of me When the lights go out Her body is like a speaker Amplifies when I freak her Loud as a siren Falsetto dream I make her body draw Like an 808 form Like a mike in the stand In the palm of her hand [Chorus] Her lips are priceless Her body is priceless Her technique is priceless Like a sold out show After paying all my dough But now she's on my body like a stage First the lights dim down And I'm plugged in now And the show begins She makes the night seems so long Like a never ending song When she's all on my microphone Ooh oh oh oh when she's all on my microphone Ooh oh oh oh when she's all on my microphone Ooh oh oh oh when she's all on my microphone Ooh oh oh oh when she's all on my microphone Mike check one two Mike check one two two |
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| 6:37 |
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| 2:02 |
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| 7:41 |
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| 5:21 |
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