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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Wednesday 4:20p.m.
Don't you fuckin' hang up on me! Who the fuck do you think you are? You know who the fuck your hangin up on? Don't fuckin' hang up on me! I'm sick of these bitches man. Wednesday 8:20p.m. Jermaine!!!!!, where are you? Oh God, God, mo' bitches. You know I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches. I'm about sick of these dumb motherfuckers on bullshit. Well, you know bitches be playin' to many games you know we don't play no games. Man fuck niggaz all you dumb motherfuckers trip. *Now playas don't you hate when the girl try to make you wait when you know deep down she wanna get down but she keep talking, deaf, and playing around. Now ladies (Huh?) Don't you hate when a nigga try try to fuck on the first date thinking that we mean yes when we say no and they spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go. It's funny how niggaz get bitch then and wanna fuck 'til their stiff dick get limb gotta pay for my shit, my rent, my six love me like a love the dough with interest I don't flush with no broke nigga, regardless if its hard then it start spinnin' keep me grinning with phat shit we can fuck 'til the spring pop on the mack the fact is I'm a fly bitch I show that you motherfuckers would love to hit it and brat know that some of ya'll give head to quick in the bed to quick first think of them chicks bitch if he leave you could still breathe through the week with a few G-Stacks easy if its me you wanna get at I'm brit at invest is a pussy ass *Repeat Now it's funny how bitches get a nigga bent trying to act so god damn innocent wit all that shit ya'll put us through and ya'll know you want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that can see through shit I don't do shit 'til we do shit, rich bitch so the trickin ain't nothing and if I trick somebody fuckin' now I'm a playa I show that and what I do don't stop, you know that see a lot of ya'll trick and get caught not me if I trick I give head on the spot on the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top see it taste good don't it so why the fuck you frontin' when you know you want it *Repeat When I need the money I know who to hit When I make the call you better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like ya'll don't trick 'Cause when I call you jump jump jump to it *Repeat (x3) Come On, Rock On |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
Wednesday: 4:20 P.M.
Don't you f**kin' hang up on me, who the f**k do you think you are? Do you know who the f**k your hanging up on? Don't f**kin' hang up on me (Oh man I'm sick of these bitches) Wednesday: 8:20 P.M. Jermaine? where are you? (Oh God, God, more bitches) JD - Ya know, I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches Da Brat - I'm about sick of these dumb muthaf**kas that bullshit JD - Ya know, bitches be playin' too many games, ya know, we don't play no games Da Brat - Man, f**k niggas, all of ya's are dumb muthaf**kas pricks JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (Da Brat) It's funny how niggas get a bitch bent, and wanna f**k till there stiff dick get lift Gotta pay for my shit, my grit, my six, love me like I love a dog with interest I don't flaunt for no broke nigga with garnet, if his heart's in it start spinnin' Keep me grinnin' with that shit, we could f**k till the springs pop on the matress The fact is I'ma flat bitch, I show that, you muthaf**kas would love to hit 'em in bed, no doubt Some of ya'll give head too quick, in the bed too quick, first think of them chest then If he leave you, you could still grieve through the weak with a few G snacks, easy If it's me you wanna get at, I'm with that, invest in some pussy ass grit at JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (JD) It's funny how bitches get a nigga bent, tryin' to act so god damn innocent With all that shit ya'll put us through when ya'll know ya'll want it as bad as we do I'm one of the few that could see through shit, I don't do shit til' we do shit for rich, bitch For the tricken' ain't nothing, if I trick, somebodies f**kin' I'ma playa, I show that and what I do don't stop, know that See a lot of ya'll trick and get got, not me, if I trick I get head on the spot On the bed, in the drop, on the elevator all the way to the top See it tastes good, don't it? - So why the f**k ya'll front when ya know ya want it JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go (LaTocha Scott of Xscape) When I need the money, I know who to hit When I make the call, ya better jump to it I'm tired of ya'll acting like God on it 'cause when I call, you jump jump jump to it JD - Now Playas, don't cha hate when a girl try to make ya wait When ya know deep down she wanna get down But she keep talkin' you to death and playin' around Da Brat - Now Ladies, don't cha hate when a nigga try to f**k on the first date Thinkin' that we mean yes when we say no And they ain't spend no dough, nigga all that's got to go Repeat 2 more times |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions [Clean Version] (2001)
(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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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
[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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from Donell Jones - Journey Of A Gemini (2006)
(feat. Jermaine Dupri)
[Intro (JD)] I'm so sincere with it I just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth He's so sincere with it We just want you to know if you can feel it rock back and forth I'm so sincere with it I just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth We so sincere with it we just want you to know If u can't feel it rock back and forth Lets go [Donnell Jones] Settle down thinking that I can let ya talk to me that way Making that move, the one that could be creeping and taking your place You don't even know Where I be, when we argue now You gon' be here lonely yeah Cuz she knows what I need at night [Chorus] Can't you, see she wants to (take your place) She wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) [Donell Jones] Tell me why should I Be here tonight See you don't wanna Hurt me but we both know this thing just aint right When I go (and I go) It's gonna be a little too late To try get back again When I don't have this feeling no more [Bridge] Now we're ain't gonna be talking no more (no more) She's gonna be the reason I leave you alone And I feel (some day you'll see when I'm gone) So right now You better speak And give me a reason [Donell Jones] Girl cant you see She wants to (take your place) She wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) [Bridge] This sh** is over (you betta start talking) Shoulda ended long ago (you better start talking) But I stayed around thinking that something in your head 'd start clicking But I can see that I was all wrong (you betta start talking) I can't be a fool no more (you betta start talking) She wants to be that one to give me that love you aint ready for You better start talking, girl [JD] I go to the club strictly to party and find something to twork with I'm the dude that all the girls wanna flirt with Jump up in the booth show me just how they work it So shortly your window is small to work with I see it in your eyes but you aint saying nothing Your girl doing everything trying to push my buttons Symbolizing us leaving and me cutting Easy like Tiga' on the green when he puttin' You betta start talking Shorty wanna do something Do something too live crew man man Shorty wanna move something And you front like it aint what it is Bout to lose all this cuz u aint handle yo bizz After two shots of the three She was all on me And you seen it but try to play it like a PIMP Now I respect that But sometimes that's a set back And I really cant see u setting back lettin' that Be the reason we ain't breezin' through the city Girl you better start talking [Chorus] Can't you see she wants to (take your place) She wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) She wants to (take your place) She's wanna give me everything that you don't Don't let her just walk in Don't make a (big mistake) Thinking I'm so caught up I can't let go You better start (talking) [Outro (JD)] I'm so sincere with it I just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth He's so sincere with it We just want you to know If you can feel it rock back and forth I'm so sincere with it If you can feel it rock back and forth He's so sincere with it If you can feel it rock back and forth |
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from Mariah Carey - Bye Bye [single] (2008)
This is for my peoples who just lost somebody
Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady Put your hand way up high We will never say bye (no, no, no) Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins This is for my peoples who lost their grandmothers Lift your head to the sky ′cause we will never say bye As a child there were them times I didn′t get it but you kept me in line I didn′t know why you didn′t show up sometimes It′s something more than saying "I miss you" But when we talked too All them grown folk things Separation brings You never let me know it You never let it show because You loved me and obviously There′s so much more left to say If you were with me today face to face I never knew I could hurt like this And everyday life goes on like "I wish I could talk to you for awhile" "I wish I could find a way try not to cry" As time goes by And soon as you reach a better place Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face And I′m right here next to you It feels like you gone too soon The hardest thing to do is say bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye And you never got the chance to see how good I′ve done And you never got to see me back at number one I wish that you were here to celebrate together I wish that we could spend the holidays together I remember when you used to tuck me in at night With the Teddy Bear you gave to me that I held so tight I thought you were so strong That you can make it through whatever It′s so hard to accept the fact you′re gone forever I never knew I could hurt like this And everyday life goes on like "I wish I could talk to you for awhile" "I wish I could find a way try not to cry" As time goes by And soon as you reach a better place Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face And I′m right here next to you It feels like you gone too soon The hardest thing to do is say bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye This is for my peoples who just lost somebody Your best friend, your baby, your man, or your lady Put your hand way up high We will never say bye (no, no, no) Mamas, daddies, sisters, brothers, friends and cousins This is for my peoples who lost their grandfather Lift your head to the sky ′cause we will never say bye I never knew I could hurt like this And everyday life goes on like "I wish I could talk to you for awhile" "I wish I could find a way try not to cry" As time goes by And soon as you reach a better place Still I′ll give the whole world to see your face And I′m right here next to you It feels like you gone too soon The hardest thing to do is say bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) (Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye Bye) Bye bye |
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from Syleena Johnson - Chapter 3_ The Flesh (2005)
chorus:
me and you gotta good thing goin' on like a classic love song, yeah see through all the times we never thought we'd last this long we still goin on strong like a classic love song verse 1: there's never a day that i don't think about your smiling face (think about your smiling face) and there's never a day that i don't think about the things you say (oooh) 'cause all i know is i love you so, and just hope that this love will grow inseprable till we get old keepin on like the song on the radio chorus: me and you gotta good thing goin' on like a classic love song, yeah see through all the times we never thought we'd last this long we still goin on strong like a classic love song verse 2: and there's never a time where you don't supply the things i need (supply all the things i need) and there's never a time i don't appreciate your love for me 'cause boy you are, my superstar, and near or far you got my heart you play the part, like it's an art, venting our love song right from the start chorus: me and you gotta good thing goin' on like a classic love song, yeah see through all the times we never thought we'd last this long we still goin on strong like a classic love song verse 3(JD): through our ups and downs you still stuck around even though ya friends say i'm the biggest pimp in town 'cause they don't think we supposed to be together they don't think it fit they don't know my love for you is forever they don't know sh** they just be talkin crazy just to be talkin baby i'm jojo and KC you forever my lady his and hers mercedes God bless Joe and Katie this relationship is classic like music from the 80s what we got...... chorus: me and you gotta good thing goin' on like a classic love song, yeah see through all the times we never thought we'd last this long we still goin on strong like a classic love song verse 1: there's never a day that i don't think about your smiling face (think about your smiling face) and there's never a day that i don't think about the things you say (oooh) 'cause all i know is i love you so, and just hope that this love will grow inseprable till we get old keepin on like the song on the radio chorus: me and you gotta good thing goin' on like a classic love song, yeah see through all the times we never thought we'd last this long we still goin on strong like a classic love song verse 2: and there's never a time where you don't supply the things i need (supply all the things i need) and there's never a time i don't appreciate your love for me 'cause boy you are, my superstar, and near or far you got my heart you play the part, like it's an art, venting our love song right from the start chorus: me and you gotta good thing goin' on like a classic love song, yeah see through all the times we never thought we'd last this long we still goin on strong like a classic love song verse 3(JD): through our ups and downs you still stuck around even though ya friends say i'm the biggest pimp in town 'cause they don't think we supposed to be together they don't think it fit they don't know my love for you is forever they don't know sh** they just be talkin crazy just to be talkin baby i'm jojo and KC you forever my lady his and hers mercedes God bless Joe and Katie this relationship is classic like the music from tha 80s what we got...... chorus: me and you gotta good thing goin' on like a classic love song, yeah see through all the times we never thought we'd last this long we still goin on strong like a classic love song and i do love you too like a classic love song(5x till fade) |
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from Mariah Carey - Don't Forget About Us [single] (2005)
Don't forget about us
Don't baby don't baby don't let it go No baby no baby no baby no Don't baby don't baby don't let it go My baby boy Just let it die With no goodbyes Details don't matter We both paid the price Tears in my eyes You know sometimes It'd be like that baby Now everytime I see you I pretend I'm fine When I wanna reach out to you But I turn and I walk and I let it ride Baby I must confess We were bigger than anything Remember us at our best And don't forget about Late nights playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real it's forever So don't forget about us Oh they say That you're in a new relationship But we both know Nothing comes close to What we had it perseveres That we both can't forget it How good we used to get it There's only one me and you And how we used to shine No matter what you go through We are one that's a fact That you can't deny So baby we just can't let The fire pass us by Forever we'd both regret So don't forget about Late nights playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real it's forever So don't forget about us And if she's got your head all messed up now That's the trickery She'll wanna have like you know how this loving use to be I bet she can't do like me She'll never be MC Baby don't you don't you forget about us Late nights playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real it's forever So don't forget about us Late nights playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real it's forever So don't forget about us Don't baby don't baby don't let it go No baby no baby no baby no Don't baby don't baby don't let it go When it's for real it's forever So don't forget about us |
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from Mariah Carey - Don't Forget About Us [single] (2005)
Just let it die
With no goodbyes Details don't matter We both paid the price Tears in my eyes You know sometimes It'd be like that baby Now every time I see you I pretend I'm fine When I want to reach out to you But I turn around And I let it ride Baby I must confess We were bigger than anything Remember us at our best And don't forget about... Late nights, playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us Oh they say That you're in a new relationship But we both know Nothing comes close to What we had, it perseveres That we both can't forget it How good we used to get it There's only one me and you And how we used to shine No matter what you go through We are one, that's a fact That you can't deny So baby we just can't let The fire pass us by Forever we'd both regret So don't forget about Late nights, playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us And if she's got your head all messed up now That's the trickery She'll wanna have like you know how this lovin' used to be I bet she can't do it like me She'll never be MC Late nights, playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us Late nights, playing in the dark And waking up inside my arms Boy you'll always be in my heart and I can see it in your eyes You still want it So don't forget about us I'm just speaking from experience Nothing can compare to your first true love So I hope this will remind you When it's for real, it's forever So don't forget about us |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
*Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you
some? Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x Motherfucker, go get you some Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this To the fuck to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin' Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin' Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face What they say? "Oh nothin'" Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey) That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change Still the same name, love the face Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say You fuckin' with the real, you ball to get gusted Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit' Protected by the niner, when you careful The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel What's pumpin' the shotgun? Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat Just like that I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin' Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate Some of you hoes is overrated with flows The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated My lyrical content send other bitches to convents Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense Been the bomb since '74 Aries I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me He want to get in between the sheets Leave the wallet and the keys for me I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me Nigga, we can fuck free frequently You study me, but another me could never be sold Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4 When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die *Repeat (x4) See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed I'm flyin' on out of what? Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what? Niggas can't fuck with us Like Busta Bust, we dangerous And you know that if I peel I got mo' Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy" Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self How you shit on shelf and how you sit around Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-Alien Never been known to play with Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks What y'all need to do is shut up And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook *Repeat (x7) |
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from DJ Felli Fel - Finer Things [single] (2008)
Uh, Felli Fel, Neyo, Yeesy, Calm Down, Easy, Easy.
Keep Tellin' Me You Got A Man, But He Can't Do What I Can, Let Me, Show You What You been missing, Keep Show'in You The Miner Thing, Let Me, Show You The Finer Thing, Let Me, Show You What You been Missing, Right About This Time Raise Your Glasses, What's My Modivation, That Ass is, Start A Conversation, Like As If, You Really Want To Know About A Day In That Shit, Go Ahead And Tell The Dj To Play Swizz, So I Ain't Gotta Tell These Hoes Who I Is, Bitches Hatin Again That's Music Too Me Ear's, What's You Think My Fuel Was For All Of These Years? I'm Inspired When People Don't Like Me, It Keep Me Writing So Exiting, She Said No Just sight seeing, Maybe That's Just Because You Ain't Found The Right Thing? Yeah! Keep Tellin' Me You Got A Man, But He Can't Do What I Can, Let Me, Show You What You Been Missing, Keep Show'in You The Miner Thing, Let Me, Show You The Finer Thing, Let Me, Show You What Your Missing, Let Me Show You What Is Like Too Be The Wife Of A Nigga With A Life, That Make Your Head Spin Around, See It's Funny Because I Know What You Like, But I Be See'in You With Nigga's That Ain't Right, Round Hard Top, Know'in That You Really, Really Want's Your Top Down, Know'in Really that it's Time Too Stop a Run Around We Don't Live Twice, Only Life Once, And I Know You Like Nice, So How You Gone Front On Me? Baby, I'm The Boss JD, With Him It's A Limit, With Me It's A Spree, He Buy Car's, I Write You Poetry, He Send Flowers, I Send Mercedez, Like Ye, Say, Heaven Is Anytthing That Heaven It is, And Yes, I Guess, I'm Into Trick'in Of Buiss, But Shit, If You Had It Like I Got It, The You Got It As A Kid, You Say The Same Thing To A Girl, That I Just Said Keep Tellin' Me You Got A Man, But He Can't Do What I Can, Let Me, Show You What You Been Missing, Keep Show'in You The Miner Thing, Let Me, Show You The Finer Thing, Let Me, Show You What You Been Missing, The Life I Live, Fit For A King, Now All I Need Fine Little Dime That's Sharin My Shine We Sit Back And Watch The Haters Go Blind, I'm Not Tryna Keep It Lost Too A Minimum, If You Associating Been In Em Winnin Em, Then I say I Was Nine Out Of Ten Of Them, Frankly I No Ben And Them I Like Spendin Them, You Like The Smooth And Can White Lend'in Them, You Wan't A Thug, Hey I Look Good In A Timb, You Might Win Some, But Everybody Lost One, I Put A Check On That Like Airforce One's, It's Easier To Lose Her Then To Find Her, So Wine Her And Dine Her, And Treat Her To The Finer, Things, Lines, From The Top Designers, Bling, Shine, Like You Tryn'a Blind Her, These Are Just Reminder's, Just Too Sign Her, Show Her You Find Her, Eight, One Of A Kind Her, See Alote Of Ass, And That One Behind Her! Let's Just Say That I'm Diggin That Like A Miner, Ya Digg Keep Tellin' Me You Got A Man, Shoure He Can't Do What I Can, Let Me, Show You What Your Missing, Keep Show'in You The Miner Thing, Let Me, Show You The Finer Thing, Let Me, Show You What You Been Missing, KanYe, NeYo, JD, Low So, Felli Fel On The Track, All The Hater Take Two Step's Back. And We Gone! |
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from Petey Pablo - Freek-A-Leek [single, remix] (2004)
(Petey Pablo:)
lets take some calls from the request line. caller number one.. (Caller:) Ay,..man...whats up. This Dominique from shay lil' trailer park. (Petey Pablo:) Whats up Dominique. (Caller:) I wanna hear that song from Lil Jon and Petey Pablo. (Petey Pablo:) Aight, I got that coming right up for you. Now shoutout the radio station that gave you what you wanted. (Caller:) Double-u boom boom beats baby! (Bridge:) (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Would you take it from the back? (How you like it daddy?) Fyna break it down like that! (How you like it daddy?) (How you like it daddy?) Would you do it from the front? (How you like it daddy?) Can you take it from the back? (How you like it daddy?) Fyna break it down like that! (How you like it daddy?) (Verse One:) 24, 34, 46, good and thick, and once you get it she'll work wit it. Put a face and some cute lips, earing in her tongue and she'll know what to do wit it. Make a name for herself, and she do her shit well, and know how to keep her business to herself. Come over anytime a nigga call chick, 1 o'clock, 2 o'clock, (ding dong) and she right there. And she know why she came here, and she know where her clothes suppose to be (off and over there). Sniff a little coke, take a little x, smoke a little weed, drink a little bit. I need a girl that I can freak wit, and wanna try shit, and ain't scared of a big dick. And love to get her pussy licked, by another bitch, cus I ain't drunk enough to do that. (Chorus:) FREAKALEEK! (Do you like it daddy?) Shameka Keisha (Do you like it daddy?) Tara FREAKALEEK! Shonda (Do you like it daddy?) Sabrina Crystal (Do you like it daddy?)Daronda FREAKALEEK! Theresa (Do you like it daddy?) Falicia Tenisha (Do you like it daddy?) Sharon FREAKALEEK! Ke'arah (Do you like it daddy?) Monique Christina (Do you like it daddy?) Yolanda (Verse Two:) I need to know a whole lot then to teachin' a broad, with my ding dong make her tongue tickin the bong. Go on ahead so I dont have to do that far, I'm spoiled (and I don't like to work that hard). I like to lay back, relax, and enjoy my time, and with my eyess roll back and my toes curl. (I love when you do that girl) Until it comes time for me to have to give her hers. Tell me what you want, do you want it missionary with your feet cramed into the head board? Do you want it from the back with your face in the pillow so you can yell as loud as you want to? Do you want it on the floor? Do you want it on the chair? Do you want it over here? Do you want it over there? Do you want it in ya pussy? Do you want it in ya ass? I can give you anything you can handle! (Chorus) (Bridge) (Caller:) Yeah, I appreciate it lil' home boy. (Petey Pablo:) Not a problem. You know I do it because I love you. Now I got to give a shoutout to Seagrims Gin cus I drink it, and they paying me for it. (Chorus 2x) Song evaluation |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now Talking all that shit Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah) All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas and all that bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah) But you know deep down i your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all niggas is BOOOMBS compared to this nigga named Slick Rick You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah) Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come back and kick ya'll motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) YO! TURN IT UP! 2X Y'ALL GOTTA TURN IT UP DO LIKE I DO HA HA Ladies and gents, let the teacher start I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart You motherfuckers can't see me Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy All in the grill of the gruesome 1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine Dupri Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books See I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you know) That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear 2 times JD, not the one to fuck around with Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid That's right so don't ask us who the best From the north to the south to the east to the west We're... *Fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz Walkin' down the street, you kow mindin' my own biz My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein' "Hey JD, where your fine ass going?" To the studio, I told her frontin' Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin' <ahh!> For real and that shit ain't a fact? She said that she would meet me at my house around 10 Not to mention, a nice tender body 10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty My man girl told totally deceptive Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum <unhhh> See, the woman so shady Talkin' bout actin' like she upped and offed JD Now she wanna kiss and caress cause i left a couple of bite marks on the hun's breasts I'm... *Repeat (x2) When the doubt falls, my door they knock up on Designers even ask me what they need to stock up on Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant? Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers We'll diarrhea up on your black ass Babies jump out the carriage Could even fix the Hillary and Clinton marriage Charisma now felt To the point where even I could make even lesbians melt Models bookin' at me Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm lookin' at me (you know) It's kinda outlandish, rastas even say "What kind fine young man dis" So don't put me to the test From the north, from the south to the east to the west We're... *Repeat (x5) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
[Slick Rick]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin' Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now Talking all that shit Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah) All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas and all that bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah) But you know deep down i your motherfuckin' hearts, y'all niggas is BOOOMBS compared to this nigga named Slick Rick You know that shit, you been knew that shit (yeah) Y'all motherfuckers been knew that motherfucker might come back and kick ya'll motherfuckin' ass (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) [JD] YO! TURN IT UP! [2X] Y'ALL GOTTA TURN IT UP DO LIKE I DO HA HA [Slick Rick] Ladies and gents, let the teacher start I am the greatest rapper, walk, talk, eat, shit, fart You motherfuckers can't see me Even with a patch on my eye, I'm dreamy All in the grill of the gruesome 1, 2, 3, 7 diamonds on the twosome Schedule, I aim to be in Atlanta with the legendary Jermaine Dupri [JD] Uh huh, I'm more delicious than shit outta cook books See I'll even make Salvation Army clothes look good (you know) That divine, so fine, don't even wear the same underwear 2 times [SR] JD, not the one to fuck around with Heard ya got the whole entire state locked down, kid [JD] That's right so don't ask us who the best From the north to the south to the east to the west We're... [Chorus] Fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally shoes and the fly green socks We're fresh, dressed like a million bucks Still worn the Bally sodadadadada socks [JD] Come on, kids, Jermaine Dupri a wiz Walkin' down the street, you kow mindin' my own biz My man girlfriend started actin' like she hoein' "Hey JD, where your fine ass going?" To the studio, I told her frontin' Unless you wanna take it in the cooler or sumpin' [SR] For real and that shit ain't a fact? [JD] She said that she would meet me at my house around 10 Not to mention, a nice tender body 10 o'clock, here came the red beau hotty My man girl told totally deceptive Still I try to fuck the full out the bitch rectum See, the woman so shady Talkin' bout actin' like she upped and offed JD Now she wanna kiss and caress cause i left a couple of bite marks on the hun's breasts I'm... [Chorus 2x] [SR] When the doubt falls, my door they knock up on Designers even ask me what they need to stock up on Why the fuck did ya like to done pest us When the tag team ya hearin' is untouchable, peasant? Slick, Jermaine Dupri back as the fat trackers We'll diarrhea up on your black ass Babies jump out the carriage Could even fix the Hillary and Clinton marriage Charisma now felt To the point where even I could make even lesbians melt Models bookin' at me Could even make her grandmother catch an orgasm lookin' at me (you know) It's kinda outlandish, rastas even say "What kind fine young man dis" So don't put me to the test From the north, from the south to the east to the west We're... [Chorus til end] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
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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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions [Clean Version] (2001)
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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from Mariah Carey 9집 - The Emancipation Of Mimi (2005)
Oh damn
The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about I've been checkin' you out And I noticed that you ain't just one of the crowd So tell me won't you Come on and see about me baby I've got the crys on ice and I'm bout to get nice Up in VIP with all my ladies Tell me how many times in your life Will you get an opportunity like this tonight Tell me a little somebody you Here's a little somebody me I got a house in Capri and my own G4 And that Benz with the doors that lift up from the floor Oh damn The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about What I'm all about Now that you're sitting next to me I bet you're wondering What my intentions are for you And I to get into Baby I just wanna Hug and kiss and love ya Look into my eyes baby don't be shy Is it yes or no We ain't got all night Tell me how many times in your life Will you get an opportunity like this tonight Tell me a little somebody you Here's a little somebody me I gotta PIP penthouse with a sick hot tub We can watch the flat screen While the bubbles fill it up Oh damn The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about What I'm all about Damn Damn Oh damn The club bout to close in a minute Can I get your number baby So you and I can go get in it Let me come and pick you up And go take you out Can I get your number baby So I can show you what I'm all about What I'm all about Damn |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)
*To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right x2 First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouch An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about I'm from the South, ya heard? Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas Live lavish From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace Goin once, goin twice, everyday, livin nice In the grey wit the ice, makin money rollin dice Livin the life, that y'all dream of Puttin niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega You seen us, the green stuff An nuttin' else that's all I collect I got the hots like the Lox - Money, Power and Respect An' I can damn the check that any of y'all niggaz spit I stay hittin, I ain't bullshittin (he ain't bullshittin) Nigga, wit more glitta, than M.J. It's all pimp play, when it comes to me An' y'all motherfuckers know how J.D. gets down An' those who don't it's a new sheriff in town Feel me now *Repeat (x2) Yo, let me tell you were I'm at y'all Shits kinda sad y'all If you ride the buses or trains Watch ya back ya'll Who think he stallin? I still ain't ballin An' I got wild bills An' a crowd that keeps callin My dogs wanna hang (bark) My bitches wanna bang But it don't mean a thang When all you got is change That's why my women ain't dimes Not even close to nines Sorta like fives and sixes Wit scars and stiches Type of bitches that spit in yo' face like Alomar Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars Which one of ya'll come on, test me now Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now So next time you see me up in them clubs I'm probably scemin' While you at the bar Brick hard and fiendin' I wait for 4 o'clock when yo' drunk ass is leavin' Cause I paid to get in An' now I gotta pray teethin' *Repeat (x2) Niggas goin' to parties Thousand dollar shoes and jewels You Begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in An' nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit What you thought Cause you bought A joint You might be able to creep a nigga When he ain't on point An' I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin' An' every step you take brings yo' ass closer to dyin' An' I don't flow wit the dough cause money comes and goes Gimme the love of my thugs Hoodrats and hoes, an' I'm good Cause motherfucker I'm stayin in the hood An' I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood You wishin' that you could Keep it as real as me An' you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me When I get ill it be Some next shit Darkman, Motherfuckin X shit Wreck shit For respect bitch *Repeat (x4) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin' At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin' BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go Get the B out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights come off Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home *Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no It's all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang Tellin' you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin' Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason So I let'em know a few things before we leave Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything" So don't even think about lyin', baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the night's over and the girl is gone I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song *Repeat Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?" Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch? Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride *Repeat |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(feat. Keith Sweat & R.O.C.)
(JD talking to R.O.C.) (JD) I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me? I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features The jams come on and the glasses get refilled We dance and watch the relations build Now I'm all up in her ear and she listenin' At the same time, watchin' how a nigga glistenin' BLING! BLING! I'm thinkin' it's bout time to go Get the B out of valet and start the late night show Niggas hate, I know but I don't stop I shine I'm in the club every week, same place, same time Same thing on the mind, PARTY! PARTY! So the hell with all that, we tryin' to find somebody The right kind 'fore the lights come off Shit, I'm tryin' to take sumpin' home (Chorus) Now if I buy you a drink and you drink it up Then, uh, you goin' home with me (and all my niggas say) And if you talkin' at a party and we talk too much Then, uh, we goin' home with me Now if you came with a friend that don't wanna do my man Then you need to give her your keys Tell her to call you tomorrow or give you a beep Cause tonight, you going home with me, ya heard? (JD) Now, is it because my name's Jermaine? no It's all about how I kick my game, you know? I just flow with it, spend a little dough with it Entertain, before you know, I'm in your brain doing my thang Tellin' you how good you smell Send you up for a drop top cruise through the A-T-L Now when they tipsy, it's risky, you don't know what you facin' Fuck around and end up like Anthony Mason So I let'em know a few things before we leave Like, "it's true, I tapes damn near everything" So don't even think about lyin', baby Or try baby, to set me up for rape cause it's all on tape Where you said put the cake How you fed me the grapes What I did with the ice that made you shake, shake Now when the night's over and the girl is gone I'm back up in the club singin' the same damn song (Chorus) Now, walk in, I'm the grown man that you figure to trick But I'm feelin' your dress, girl and lovin' your hips But I'm buggin' off this, "Why you stuck on the wrist?" Golddigger, huh, mommy? Oh, you ain't that bitch? Ain't that some shit? Suddenly, you hugs and kisses Gotta be the dough you holdin' so obvious wit' it I get G's to flash, T.V.'s in the dash See Sinbad, watchin' Vibe, ladies clockin' to ride Luxury flows, lengerie hoes, R.O.C. hit'em mo' than Jose Conseco Uh, RBI's, orange top fly, the brown skin, slim The nice braids, brown eyes R.O.C.'s stay pimpin' from Jersey to Richmond Y'all playas waitin' to ball like 6th men I'm done with the game, point spread by a hundred Speakin' of hundreds, five's is a nice way to slide it, let's ride (Chorus) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Verse 1: (Jermaine))
I been watching you for so damn long but I don't know what to say or do I be sittin' around fantasizin' bout' what I wanna do to you Here's somethin' about the way you move your body I can't take Specially when you turn around and you make ur ass shake You da the number one most requested in the club like one of my jams But no matter what when I come in your right here where I am Breakin' it down like we in bed Gotta a nigga spedin' up all his bread Bendin' over to the front Lookin' back at me like whatcha want (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 2: (Missy)) I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha And it don't matter if that's ur bitch wit'cha Cause my man's here too so let's switch up And we be lookin' at each other get the picture And my body not Beyonce' but big girls we been holdin' it down And light-skin used to be way in but brown-skin is tha hot shit now And don't take me as a one-hit wonder keep me hangin' out on the show Ya betta act like I'm tha real deal and real bitches I'm tha last one left Might not see me up in a thong but I'll be rockin' my addais suit Ur chick can put a tight dress on but she still won't look this cute (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 3: (Jermaine)) Shit if that's the case baby what's it gon' take for us to get it jumped off right now (Right Now) I got check books, credit cards, all that shit just tell me hows it gotta go down And usually I ain't gotta trick but I will though (Kay) Cause you super bad and for real though (Kay) Ohh can't wait for my lips to kiss ur lips both sets but you don't hear me though, (Hear me thought) (Verse 4: (Missy)) Oh Yes I wanna splurge wit' ur credit cards let me drive ur car all up and down the boulevard Ain't fittin' to talk playa go do ya part yeah I like ur southern draw might letcha eat it raw Is ya really hard don't stop get it ya'll down by law let me take ya to the titty bar These chicks ain't shit I mean none of ya'll Come on get it get it run up in the suga bars (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Hook: (Missy)) I gots to getcha no matter what it takes I gots to getcha and I won't make mistakes Baby I gots to getcha like I told you before And I'm gon' getcha bets believe me for sure (Chorus: (Missy)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
(Verse 1: (Jermaine))
I been watching you for so damn long but I don't know what to say or do I be sittin' around fantasizin' bout' what I wanna do to you Here's somethin' about the way you move your body I can't take Specially when you turn around and you make ur ass shake You da the number one most requested in the club like one of my jams But no matter what when I come in your right here where I am Breakin' it down like we in bed Gotta a nigga spedin' up all his bread Bendin' over to the front Lookin' back at me like whatcha want (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 2: (Missy)) I gotta getcha, I gotta getcha And it don't matter if that's ur bitch wit'cha Cause my man's here too so let's switch up And we be lookin' at each other get the picture And my body not Beyonce' but big girls we been holdin' it down And light-skin used to be way in but brown-skin is tha hot shit now And don't take me as a one-hit wonder keep me hangin' out on the show Ya betta act like I'm tha real deal and real bitches I'm tha last one left Might not see me up in a thong but I'll be rockin' my addais suit Ur chick can put a tight dress on but she still won't look this cute (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcah getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Verse 3: (Jermaine)) Shit if that's the case baby what's it gon' take for us to get it jumped off right now (Right Now) I got check books, credit cards, all that shit just tell me hows it gotta go down And usually I ain't gotta trick but I will though (Kay) Cause you super bad and for real though (Kay) Ohh can't wait for my lips to kiss ur lips both sets but you don't hear me though, (Hear me thought) (Verse 4: (Missy)) Oh Yes I wanna splurge wit' ur credit cards let me drive ur car all up and down the boulevard Ain't fittin' to talk playa go do ya part yeah I like ur southern draw might letcha eat it raw Is ya really hard don't stop get it ya'll down by law let me take ya to the titty bar These chicks ain't shit I mean none of ya'll Come on get it get it run up in the suga bars (Chorus: (Missy & Jermaine)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha Someday, Someday I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do (Repeat) (Hook: (Missy)) I gots to getcha no matter what it takes I gots to getcha and I won't make mistakes Baby I gots to getcha like I told you before And I'm gon' getcha bets believe me for sure (Chorus: (Missy)) I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha I gotta getcha getcha getcha getcha If it's the last thing that I do |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
Just A Little Bit.. I want a grown man ( i want a grown man yeah yeah yeahhh) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. [Torica] He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) [Miss B] See i be the type that be lookin for a star, 6 foot 1 i hope he standin at the bar, i just be gettin my hopes up man, im lookin for the one, not a one night stand, white tee's baggy jeans, yo im tired of that scene, throwback, fitted caps, give me somethin else please, i aint the one that be chargin niggas fee's, take some money get cha gear up, bless a nigga like he sneezed (achoo) hell nah i aint lookin for da ice, but a stand up guy has to dress real nice,(nice) what? too much to ask for right? pull ya pants up nigga, i aint sayin wear em tight. Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. Can i get a pair of jeans and a button down,(yes) white tee underneath see you grown now, braided or faded dont matter to me, prefer the even steven, no offence im talkin bout me, im talkin bout B and what i like in a man, put that nigga on a sweater and a nice pair of pants, i aint sayin everyday, i like the preppy look, but when you courtin missbehavin do it by the books, so ladies if you feelin me just wave ya hands in the air, and wave em all around like you just dont care, bein a grown man, get cha number back now, look around homie grown men come rare, put him in a nice shirt, air forces, treat em to the Grammy's then i might source him, but boy stay fly, think a nigga endorsed him, took a class in miss B like i forced him. He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. mmmm hmmm mmmm hmmmmm. |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
Just A Little Bit..
I want a grown man ( i want a grown man yeah yeah yeahhh) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. [Torica] He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) [Miss B] See i be the type that be lookin for a star, 6 foot 1 i hope he standin at the bar, i just be gettin my hopes up man, im lookin for the one, not a one night stand, white tee's baggy jeans, yo im tired of that scene, throwback, fitted caps, give me somethin else please, i aint the one that be chargin niggas fee's, take some money get cha gear up, bless a nigga like he sneezed (achoo) hell nah i aint lookin for da ice, but a stand up guy has to dress real nice,(nice) what? too much to ask for right? pull ya pants up nigga, i aint sayin wear em tight. Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. Can i get a pair of jeans and a button down,(yes) white tee underneath see you grown now, braided or faded dont matter to me, prefer the even steven, no offence im talkin bout me, im talkin bout B and what i like in a man, put that nigga on a sweater and a nice pair of pants, i aint sayin everyday, i like the preppy look, but when you courtin missbehavin do it by the books, so ladies if you feelin me just wave ya hands in the air, and wave em all around like you just dont care, bein a grown man, get cha number back now, look around homie grown men come rare, put him in a nice shirt, air forces, treat em to the Grammy's then i might source him, but boy stay fly, think a nigga endorsed him, took a class in miss B like i forced him. He care more about his rims than his timbs, (?) (thats not what i want) he just wanna be crazy, aint lookin for no wifey, (thats not what i want) he can ride on 24's but cant open up my doors, (thats not what i want) yeah his pockets kinda fat but he dont know how to act, (thats not what i want) Ay im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on, grown man on, grown man on, Any thugs in the club got his grown man on? Grown man on, Grown man on. White tee's, baggy jeans, you can leave em at home, leave em at home, leave em at home. cause tonight i dont wanna see no throwback on, cause im lookin for that thug wit his grown man on. |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
(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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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions [Clean Version] (2001)
(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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from Mariah Carey - Honey [single] (1997)
Honey got me hooked on you
I like that ooh, ooh Come on, come on MC, MC ooh, ooh Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah nah Nah nah nah nah nah [Repeat twice] Honey you can have me When you want me You simply ask me to be there (a huh) And you're the only one Who makes me come running Cause what you got Is far beyond compare (ooh) CHORUS: And it's just like honey When your love comes over me Oh baby I've got a dependancy Always strung out For another taste of your honey It's like honey When it rushes over me You know sugar never ever was so sweet And I'm dying for you Crying for you I adore you Boy you know your love addected me And I'm strung out on you, darling Don't you see Every night and day I can hardly wait For another taste of honey Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside (yeah, yeah) Honey I can't describe How good it feels inside Yeah, ooh Oh, I can't be elusive with you honey (I like that) Cause it's blatant that I'm feeling you And it's too hard for me to leave abruptly You're the only thing I wanna do CHORUS Baby I can love you babe (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) Gotta hold on love thy saints (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah you're on fire) ooohh (Tell the world we won't stop Mariah take us higher) (Breakdown) Oooh, woah Every little thing you do (Now what we gonna do right here, we gonna smooth it out, come on) Ooh, woah, honey, got me hooked on you (MC, and she won't stop) Honey, it's like |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
(feat. Monica and Nas)
(JD (Monica)) Uh-huh, oh (Oh) Uh-huh, oh So So Def Turn it up (I've got to have it) See this is what it's all about right her Understand me see my life's real I don't know about yours Everything I do is an event (I've got to have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?) (Nas (Monica)) When you see me with the crispy fade Icing it out, glowing when the lights is out (hmm) Yo say my name! (Ooh) When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Maserati It's probably me (ooh, oh) Say my name! When your hear this song bump in the club When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs Say my name! I make it hot and take your block Who they wanna be and hate they not Yo say my name! When your girl don't call you when you beep her And you hit it and her thing feel deeper Say my name! Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name Squeeze my gats beef is done Police come you know the game Don't say my name Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy Q.B., Dupri baby (1 - JD (Monica)) When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin' (I've got to have it) When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic (I've got to have it) When it comes to a neck full of glow And a check full of O's, you know (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? Say my name! (I've got to have it) (Monica) Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley Bezzled up, bezzled up Gotta have me a double O With the six in the front And the bump-bump in the truck Gotta have me an escalade My house is late A man that keeps my bills paid My records play every day What can I say? I've got to have it (Repeat 1) (JD) When you see a black do-rag through the tint Of a black Bent going too fast Say my name When you talk about longevity And niggas that know how to keep gettin' that cash Say my name When you're sick of your songs Sittin' on the right And wanna know what the top feel like Say my name If you wanna know what being hot feel like And shuttin' down the spot feel like Say my name! JD from the home where the bowls get thrown And the dough get gone real quick like Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain Foolish ain't it? Yeah say my name! Everything you did I've done did double If you hate to see flash your ass is in trouble Scram now and don't look back Cause until I die it's like that (Repeat 1) (JD (Monica)) Girl don't you love the way I rock it baby Girl how I keep it in my pocket Maybe we can hook up cause you got something I want and (I've got to have it) Girl don't you love the way I rock it baby Girl how I keep it in my pocket Maybe we can hook up cause you got something I want and (I've got to have it) Oh |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
[Verse 1]
Yea these niggaz like me, haters want to fight me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I came up over night B Yea I switch it up I got 9 kuff tightly So you betta do the right thing like Spike Lee Yep I'm superclean rock jeans wit a white tee Niggaz round here soft but like niggaz want to fight me If you had some figures you will be just like me Yea these niggaz mad 'cause I shining like a light B Niggaz talking yep in there muthaf**kin throwback It ain't real, you know, that's Muhammedz where they sold dat We stepping on these niggaz like a muthaf**kin door mat When I hit the scene they take pictures call me Kodak These hoes goin crazy like think they need some prozac We the hottest thing in the marker and you no dat If Yo bitch chosed up and she don't want to go back We stackin big faces 'cause we still spending throwbacks! [Chorus] Ohh I think they like me [x16] [Verse 2] Haters want 2 fight me I'm snatching ya ass up First nigga act up first nigga get bust Just ta gettin shredded, while im twirlin n switchin swords T-shirt stravaganza (franchize the white tee boyz) Self made self paid we latch around in our white tee Ashy black shirt well get down in ya brown tee My hundred throwback we sport a jersey by Ali And if he make one (hell naw dat dont sight me!) I'm all about my cash ride around wit a nice peace Ear piece icy they straight up like me You heard pimpin playa (they shine so brightly) Don't stand so close vision burners with ice blingers Respect my whole squad no you can't even touch us 'cause Role out the red carpet high 5 to show us love Carry barretas count cheddar we trend settas I'm a franchize niggga have a mil or betta [Chorus] A young nigga I luv to muthaf**kin fight but when shit get thick I grab the k he grab the pipe so when my muthaf**kin partnas when they rumble when they right strap up in all black, so make dem suckas see da light some people say im crazy, my eye stay lazy the neck so sweet, ten bricks for the 80 killin f**k niggas when they dont wanna pay me ones on my shirt, stay clean so i made it we back on the block, servin glass to the jay nigga gotta glass jar, swappin shit, breakin face gotta yays and a bar, clean ones, stay laced gotta king fitch tell her get the f**k out tha way wet paint, big shoes, move motors lets race young nigga tryin ta get it, wat i care about a case if u want me come n get me bitch i gotta AK see yall nigga, me n my click n we dont muthaf**kin play [Chorus] [Fades out...] |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
(feat. All Star, Yo Gotti)
[Young Capone talking:] Check this out hommie Check this out homeboy Dis ya boy Young Capone (Young Capone off in dis here) Got that nigga Daz on this mutha fucka wit me Got that lil nigga T-Rock on this mutha fucka wit me (Mr. clean) Nay mean for all them niggas out there thinking muthafucka done lost it or something (Think a nigga lost it) Check this out Yall know what this is So So Def [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [Mr. Clean:] Its mr clean the money go getter And u better stay away if u a bustar ass nigga Find a nigga thats a reala playa thats a not Call us 38 hundered mutha fucka im hot Imitate u like a rash get off in yo ass Gaureented to make the crowd duck and run when i blast Try to play us for the cash and nigga you will die We dont go to high school but we go to school high Have yo family askin why If u ever test boi u dealin wit some niggas that dont go wit disrespect You can still rep yo set just do it ova there Aint no talkin about bodys pussy nigga we dont care Mutha fucka! [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [DJ:] Young Capone Holla at the people [Young Capone:] Now please pardon my french cause i dont mean to be rude But its so much that i take these pussy niggas to school And act a fool if they think of disrespecting the team Pop the trunk get the gat and introduce them to the beam Best believe every nigga in the squad got a strap Keep the chooper in the trunk and the gats in the lap Fuck around and get clapped for poppin at the trap Real niggas hold it down pussy niggas get slapped Tryin to give a nigga dap but kick a hater Move aside jesus and his squad im the muthafuckin truth Treeruff is too i dumpin at you booth Befor i leave this muthafucka imma teach u bout the dude [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) [Daz:] Look in the eyes of a young g hustling for the future Duck and drive by let them so so (?) Duking it out load up them choppers ghetto birds helicopters squad cars You know we living that dog pound (we living like usual) You trip nigga (POW POW) Thats wat we do to you Tory (?) smoking the blunt of the fire You see we wont stop stop sttill we retire Get it higher higher levitate it up in the air So you better be ready for a crew yellin "We dont care!" So get what you suposed to meet us in the parking lot Bring ya gloves wit plenty blunts Cause we like starting (?) [Chorus:] Im hot (Im hot) And im back (And im back) If you dont like it nigga kiss my ass (Kiss my ass) Cause im smooth (Im smooth) And im cool (And im cool) And aint afraid to act a muthafuckin fool (Act a muthafuckin fool) See you a lame (You a lame) And you a sucka (And you a sucka) And i dont hang around no muthafuckin bustas (No muthafuckin bustas) I keep it real (I keep it real) Cause im a G (Cause im a G) And i aint wit niggas that scream MP (MP!) |
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from Big Momma's House (빅 마마 하우스) by George S. Clinton [ost] (2000)
(feat. Monica and Nas)
(JD)(Monica) Uh-huh, oh (Oh) Uh-huh, oh So So Def (I've got to have it) See this is what it's all about right her Understand me see my life's real I don't know about yours Everything I do is an event (I've got to have it) Nas, Monica, and me (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club (oh) Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? (What?) (Nas)(Monica) When you see me with the crispy fade Icing it out, glowing with the lights is out (hmm) Yo say my name! (Ooh) When you see a Bentley or Ferrari, a Mazuradi It's probably me (ooh, oh) Say my name! When your hear this song bump in the club When you're chillin' on the corner with your thugs Say my name! I make it hot and take your block Who they wanna be and hate they not Yo say my name! When your girl don't call you when you beep her And you hit it and her thing feel deeper Say my name! Pull on her hair, spankin' her rear While I'm in 'em bitches all I wanna hear is you say my name Squeeze my gats beef is done Police come you know the game Don't say my name Dipped out crazy, Timbs chicken and gravy Q.B., Dupri baby 1 - (JD) (Monica) When it comes to the clubs packed, Cristal flowin' (I've got to have it) When it comes to homes plushed out chrome stuck out in traffic (I've got to have it) When it comes to a neck full of glow And a check full of O's, you know (I've got to have it) When it comes to my honeys in the strip club Sumpin' on dubs in the middle of the block Like what? Say my name! (I've got to have it) (Monica) Gotta have my tied up Iceberg Gucci Rolley Bezzled up, bezzled up Gotta have me a double O With a six in the front And a bump-bump in the truck Gotta have me an escalade My house is laid A man that keeps my bills paid My records play every day What can I say? I've got to have it Repeat 1 (JD) When you see a black do-rag through the tint Of a black Bent going too fast Say my name When you talk about longevity And niggas who know how to keep gettin' that cash Say my name When you're sick of your songs Sittin' on the right And wanna know what the top feel like Say my name If you wanna know what being hot feel like And shuttin' down the spot feel like Say my name! JD from the home where the bowls get thrown And the dough get gone real quick like Keep niggas sick like 40 karats and a chain Foolish ain't it? Say my name! Everything you did I've done did double If you hate to see flash then your ass is in trouble Scram now and don't look back Cause until I die it's like that Repeat 1 (Monica) I've got to have it.. |
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from Run-D.M.C - Crown Royal (2001)
see when y'all heard that
all I'm doin is laughin' at all y'all niggers that been frontin' on my man's in there man these niggers started this shit man When I come to the show that I rock and the flow that I dropy' all know Run kills the mic can't forget about the olds that I got and the rolls in the spot ya'll know I'm still the right how ya gonna take an old song been around so long so so def the name is tight done went from a DJ to an MC to the REV like overnight everybody lookin' players get shook when Rev Run walk up in the spot even though the crooks that be livin' up out in Brooklyn just can't help but point and laugh everywhere I go now people say oh wow cause they know how I get It don't matter if it's motown all the way to your town you can't slow down my game think about this from 1983 to 2000 its 2001 and these niggas are still on the runy' all niggas just crazy ya'll out here tryin' to front like nigga went and bought a pair of shell toes the fuck is wrong with y'all People wanna hear Rev Run say cuz I got dough that I must be a type of fraud but you know that the thing that's funny this garden ain't money how rich is the lawn went and got JD made me crazy play me up in the club got a brand new mercedes for my lady bustin me I'm older to a Bentley and all that come out the garage on the side of a grand prestigious home Y'all ask if I'm blessed by God player what you thought what Rev do you see on gotta make these dollars comin outta Hollis got my collar on two I got the rhyme on the beat and the vibe in the street and now the rest is on you the rest is on me man let me let j'all know somethin' the first rap group to get on MTV heard heavy ya heard me and then they go turn around and resurrect Aerosmith like you know what I mean there ain't none of that know what I'm sayin and if it weren't for these cats man y'all wouldn't know nothin' about no LL Cool J or Beastie Boys you know what I mean and this comin' from me I'm lookin at it man since I've been 13 years old now I been watchin these cats man I aint no old nigga but I know nigga ya heard me ya know what I'm sayin' so stop all that frontin' man stop all your frontin' ya heard me ya hear We get the hits that I made on the gig that I played if ya had love back in the day just raised up my kicks and changed the spit and returned the Run y'all love today I picked the mic back up came right back up to the top where I'm supposed to be and when the track light up y'all come back right up y'all playa's too close to me You know what I used to like the way my man used to come up on stage and grab the mic or just throw the damn stand across the stage man then he used to tell his man like Yo D come right here in the middle of the stage grab yo dick and say what you gotta say and you know what D used to say he used to say Party people your dreams have now been fullfilled get out your seats and let's get ill that's right y'all we not just rough we more than tough and when it comes to shit like this hah we got enough know what I mean you know who the fuck I am you know my name you know my game its So So Def Run DMC |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions [Clean Version] (2001)
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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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga
spend all his dough Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick She be my last pick, I got a real hoe Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down She gotta understand what I know now Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch I travel throughout the year I keep a woman with a house and her own career So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?) Too Short baby, don't need to trick I give her what she want cause I'm a real player Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later *Repeat See I ilke them crazy hoe Them straight, get down and pay me hoe I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe Make my creep fall right out my clothes On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go) Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh) Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self For as I cut one but two down the line But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime? And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick Quote for quote, who tote like this Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might Bag these bitches like groceries Player to player, you can't get close to me Now who you 'posed to be? Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?) Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay) But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know I slang flow, east to west Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test *Repeat (x2) Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down When the real motherfuckin' player come around Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that? I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches I like women with they head on straight Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes *Repeat (x4) [Too Short talking in background] |
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from Destiny's Child, Destiny's Child - This Is The Remix [remix] (2002)
uh uh uh oh uh huh uh huh
you already know yea uh huh uh huh so so what the name what the name what the name be So he say he got a girl (my) Yeah true you got a man (name is) But the party aint gonna stop (Bow Wow) So let's make it hot hot (check me out now) I'm outside tryin to bribe a bouncer You got to let me in this, I'm tryin to tell you Me and Kelly got some serious business Now say your price I'ma drop just let a nigga slide, Cause this party ain't a party if I ain't inside Shorty you to young, you ain't even 21 Playa stop it Where the list at for the young niggas with grown pockets Beyonce just hit my two way and said it's jumpin so stop frontin And do a little somethin (oww) So he say he got a girl Yeah true you got a man But the party aint gonna stop So let's make it hot hot All you ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballas and their pockets full grown And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin Ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers and their pockets full grown And all you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin So he say he got a girl Yea true you got a man But the party aint gonna stop So let's make it hot hot Call your boys cuz tonight you're not gonna stay at home Tell your girl she aint comin you're goin solo Cut her off when she talk some noise You know you got the right to get your party on So get your hair cut and your car washed too Lookin like a star in your armani suit You need to look your best cuz your turnin heads Tonight your gonna find a sexy chicas thats gonna Dance all night if you wanna So he say het a girl Ya true you got a man But the party aint gonna stop So let's make it hot hot All you ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers And their pockets full grown All you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin All you ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers And their pockets full grown All you fellas leave your girl with her friends Cuz it's 11:30 and the club is jumpin jumpin Sexy women do your dance (oh) Fly ladies work yo man (oh) All the fellas time to clown (come on) We can get down now Usually you could find me Posted up in the corner with JD beside me Most likely I'm high Well every girl that look hot I'm on the eye spit spit Grenadina my corona talking shit shit Every nigga that got a phat knot Huh I'm on him And if he aint got the dough stack Why would I want him I need things Know that If you can't supply Picture me gone Make this a moment for Kodak Bye Don't trip yall niggas know I'm the williest And when it comes to doin a remix so so def we killin it I left my man at home For the club is full of ballers i'ma come up on Well brat I met about two or three Talkin right and tryin to leave with me And go cut something something We came from making tracks in the basement With a five million dollar spot And rockin platinum charm bracelets Buy the benz and the cadillac trucks, Got chicks in every city backin it up, JD and Brat that's what's up La La Ladies Ladies Ba Ba Ballers Ballers Fe Fe Fellas Fellas Ladies leave your man at home The club is full of ballers And they pockets full grown And all ya fellas Leave yo girl at her friends Cuz it 11:30 And in the club is jumpin jumpin word |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005)
Yeah! Aye yo, this ya boy PT right
And on this joint right here, for all them niggaz Comin to shows, to crank that thang up Yall already know what time it is It, is, a-bout to go down! [Verse 1] Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) I'm chillin in the V.I.P right (P right) All I see is a nigga gettin buck (Gettin buck) Security bout to snatch his ass up (Ass up) Oh shit, now them hoes bout scrap (Bout to scrap) Oh shit, now a bitch done got slapped (Got slapped) Somebody need to call the police (The police) These niggaz don't want no peace (No peace) If a nigga hit me it's on (It's on) Got damn man shoulda stayed home (Stayed home) I'mma slap me a nigga wit the Cris (Wit the Cris) If it keep carryin on like this (Like this) Uh-oh they done got on the bar (On the bar) Get me to my motherfuckin car (To the car) It's been waitin to erupt all night (All night) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) [Chorus] 2x Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight (Just to fight) They throwin bows (throwin bows) They throwin chairs (throwin chairs) They over here (they over here) They over there (they over there) It, is, a-bout to go down! [Verse 2] Still got me in the club (In the club) I can't help it man damn I'm a thug (I'm a thug) Uh-oh there go another chair (Another chair) I'm over here (I'm over here) You over where? (You over where?) Uh-oh lil shawty got a blade (Got a blade) Take me to the motherfuckin stage (To the stage) Lil buddy in the corner need help (Need help) Don't come to the club by ya self (By ya self) Oh shit somebody done got hit (Got hit) Uh-oh now he back wit his clique (Wit his clique) Got damn now they shootin outside (Outside) Yea baby I'll let you get a ride (Get a ride) I'mma make sure you make it home safe (Home safe) Matter fact we can stay at my place (My place) It's been waitin to erupt all night (All night) Them niggaz came to the club just to fight! Chorus 4x Yeah! |
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from In Too Deep [Explicit Version] [ost] (1999) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Um, this Don Chi Chi person that you call yourself?
Uh huh What is he all about? Does that mean that you could be devoted to one woman And have others, or does that mean you're not devoted at all? Don Chi Chi basically is a glamorous Fly-assed playboy that's just, you know. He ain't no one-woman type man. I can't wait It's me again Uh, what chu waitin' for? Trina and Tammy, So So Def, c'mon *Why don't you and me Take a trip and dip back to my crib I wanna lay you down I really wanna lay you down Here we are alone in my car And I can feel your temperature rising You want me, I want you, too And I can see it in your eyes that you're ready (Ready) To hit the back seat of my Jeep right now If the mood ain't right, my Jeep is tight I got a better place to lay you down *Repeat (x2) I said, "Baby" (Baby) Before we lay, everything's gotta be just right Cuz tonight is the night I've been waiting for You and me are about to take flight, yeah, yeah I don't want no distractions Once we get into our action I wanna be alone (That's right) Getting it on all night long *Repeat (x2) Oh, baby (Baby come this way) (No longer will I make you wait) I can feel your passion rising And you're not alone (My heart) My heart (Is yearning for your love) I can hardly wait to lay you down Down (Why don't you) What you waitin' for Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin x2 (Why don't you) What you waitin' for Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin Let the freak show begin x2 You heard me? First destination (Is my heart) Second destination (After the lights go out) I kindly get you up and take you to my place Town of ecstasy I don't think it can wait First destination (Is my heart) Second destination (After the lights go out) I'm gonna make you wish That everyday you live That you could spend your life with me (Yeah) *Repeat (x4) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions [Clean Version] (2001)
(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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from So So Def presents: Definition of a Remix feat. Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge (This Is The Remix) (Clean Version) (2002) | |||||
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from So So Def presents: Definition of a Remix feat. Jermaine Dupri and Jagged Edge (This Is The Remix) (Explicit Version) (2002) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
[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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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
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So So Def Yeah, yeah *In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? *repeat My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing *repeat Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy *repeat So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (repeat to fade) |
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from Jay-Z - Vol. 2 Hard Knock Life (1998)
In the Ferrari or Jaguar
switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang Come on y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang I flex the rol' sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love X and O Save all your accolades just the dough My game is wide all lames aside Tryin to stay alive hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish ain't I The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son aim for the sky Ice on my bullet you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders your money's too young See me when it gets older ya bank account grow up Mine's is one zero zero zero oh doub Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house doubled out down in Vegas Me and Jermaine Dupri got it locked crazy In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang cake thick I live the life Eatin' crab watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves do the big things Take small groups turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain frost bit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do can't do Get more burnt than a candle Too hot to hold too much to handle In the black C low he know if she look She go bye bye with da da and I ain't gotta say no more I'm the truth like air got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I know bout y'all but every night I swing In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga you owed some Baby I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet roll the dice So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gonna take a lot more to see my level Where I'm at your check you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screaming it's not a game Gleaming from ear to ear wrist to wrist ring and chain Even me and Jay Z got it locked crazy In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out Money ain't a thang Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked holler back Money ain't a thang Jigga I don't like it if it don't gleam clean And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks new whips Money ain't a thang y'all wanna floss wit us all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper baby toss it up slackin on your pimpin turn it up See the money ain't a thang So So Def Roc A Fella collabo' You know all we do is rock Rock on |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
(feat.Jay-Z)
Uh uh So So Def Yeah, yeah Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z (Jermaine Dupri) In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing Chorus (Jay-Z) Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice (Jermaine Dupri) Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Y'All Know What This Is...The Hits (2007)
(feat.Jay-Z)
Uh uh So So Def Yeah, yeah Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay-Z (Jermaine Dupri) In the Ferrari or Jaguar, switchin four lanes With the top down screamin out, money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings With the window cracked, holler back, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam gleam And to hell with the price cause the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) Put it down hard for my dogs that's locked in the bang When you hit the bricks, new whips, money ain't a thang (Jermaine Dupri) Come on, y'all wanna floss wit us Cause all across the ball we burn it up Drop a little paper, baby toss it up Ya slackin on your pimpin, turn it up See the money ain't a thang (Jay-Z) I flex the Rol', sign a check for yo' hoe Jigga's style is love, X and O Save all your accolades, just the dough My game is wide, all lames aside Tryin to stay alive, hundred thou' for the bracelet Foolish, ain't I? The chain'll strain ya eye Twin platinum gun son, aim for the sky Ice on my bullet, you die soon as I pull it Willies wanna rub shoulders, your money's too young See me when it gets older, ya bank account grow up Mine's is one-zero-zero-zero-oh-doub' Damn near out the rear trunk when I roll up Multi til I close up, it's all basic I been spending hundreds since they had small faces Rob your stash house, doubled out down in Vegas Me and J.D. got it locked crazy Where you at haters? Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) My cake thick, I live the life Eatin' crab, watching bitches shake shit all night I make the big moves, do the big things Take small groups, turn them into big names The big dog with the big chain, frostbit bracelet to match Cats say I'm the shit man The type of nigga that you need in yo' crew Type of dude that will do shit you won't do, can't do Get more burn than a candle Too hot to hold, too much to handle In the black C-low, he know if she look She go bye-bye with da-da and I ain't gotta say no mo' I'm "The Truth" like A.I., got the proof and stay fly In the safest shit you could never buy Know why? Cause I write the songs that the whole world sing I don't know about y'all but every night I swing Chorus (Jay-Z) Ya'll shit ain't for real til y'all ship a mil' And ya hit a R&B chick and she fit the bill Said she loved my necklace, started relaxin Now that's what the fuck I call a chain reaction Went from wholesome to Jigga, you awe-some Baby, I don't play all my jewelry is light grey Platinum, spend your whole life in the day What's down is a bet, roll the dice (Jermaine Dupri) Yeah, yeah, so let's play So what you went gold and rock a Roley with the ice bezel It's gon' take a lot mo' to see my level Where I'm at, your check, you better double that And personally your raps is where the trouble at I'm a Benz bubble cat, leather with the wood grain In the platinum frame screamin it's not a game Gleamin, from ear to ear, wrist to wrist, ring and chain Even me and Jay-Z got it locked, crazy Chorus (Jermaine Dupri) So So Def, Roc-A-Fella, collabo' You know, all we do is.. Rock, rock on (*repeat to fade*) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001)
[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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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions [Clean Version] (2001)
[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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from J-Kwon - Hood Hop (2004)
[Chorus] (Jermaine Dupri)
they my enemies,dressed in my friends clothes ridin thinkin i dont know they my enemies,dressed in my friend clothes smile in my face but pop shit behind doors [Hook] (Jermaine Dupri) i wake up, knowin im bout to see'em all in my face like wat up? these muthafuckers all over the place im fed up, homie im angry and i need me my space and good luck, with all that thinkin u gonna take my place [Verse 1] Jermaine Dupri theres allota niggas in this club popin bub thats phony actin like they aint got nothin but love for the homie straight two-face, they like them niggas at sony (now aint u the mayor?) im the one and only for the longest me and my niggas been hittin this town like a storm and now u gotta see me and penny arm to arm one day u dont get it, keep tryin nigga ya right u ballin, keep lyin nigga i know allota ballers, half of'em hatin me bankrupt, bitch u must aint see my moms lately be damned if u like me, give a fuck what u rate me i only know two words the nigga thats payin me now we fin stop talkin shit about J.D. cuz he he been doin this shit since yall was babies how you goin try to degrate me yall aint my friends i aint crazy [Chorus x2] [Hook] [Verse 2] (J-Kwon now ima chicka-chill till the moment i lose mine and when i lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines i thought u knew Kwon keep eight on the waist line im from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time i spit it for nigga dude dont feel my shit she a whore i dont like her u can kill my bitch u wanna war what for i peel this bitch body lifted, nothin with it i dont need this shit u my enemy, dressed in my friend clothes but when theres a shoot out u do better than Shaq do with free throws a bunch of niggas trippin they got the game wrong a bunch of niggas feelin like me who bumpin the same song im evil, why u thinkin u gonna take my spot waitin till my album drop, quit thinkin u pac and u rappin hardcore and u knowin u pop and u sayin u a realer when u knowin u not [Chorus x2] [Hook] they my enemies |
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from Day 26 - Forever In A Day (2009)
(jermaine dupri)
Puff u said you wanna dance Put you put your hands up Poor some more drink in your cup And pass what that is that your .. on Come on (brian) That girl just looking at ya Makes me wanna save ya Let me do you a favor Just minus who u made ya Straight shoot it right through ya Just so i can show ya If u need a soldier Girl i can be that for ya (qwanell) What you got for me (hey hey) Its alright Girl am tranna see What its like And i've thinking bout it all night And its crazy but i feel like I need it And it aint right How got me high i (day26)(chorus) Sho got me like (i need that in my life ) (+4) (will) She got it and she knows it Am already on it She got me so peplex Thinking i could be her boyfriend Lets get right down to business Show u how am living girl Am tranna get closer So i can entertaint it (robert) What u got for me (hey hey) Its alright Girl am tranna see What its like I've been thinking bout it all night And its crazy but i feel like I need it And it aint right How u got me high i (chorus) (jermaine dupri) (will) Hella sexy head to toe Looking like she could be a supermodel Am taking her and me so i can turn her on Get her alone And make a noise (mike) She can have anything she want Cause i need it (chorus) |
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from Bone Crusher - Attenchun ! (2003)
"Never Scared"
(feat. Killer Mike, T.I.) (Bone Crusher talking) Yea! This nigga think we hoez or somethin' my nigga... Sheeeit, man what the... lemme talk to the ma'fucca How hard we really ma'fuccin is in this biaaaatch... nah'm sayin? Fuck nigga... sheit man, ole punk ass kids, we out the club nigga... Dat sheeit don't mean nuttin nigga! I'm gon fuck this nigga up, my nigga! Sheeeeit, lemme show this ma'fucca how hard this shit really is!!! (Chorus) So I'm outside of da club and you think I'm a punk So I go to my loaded tech 9 thats up in da trunk I told that muthafucka I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (northside!) I ain't never scared (southside!) I ain't never scared (eastside!) I ain't never scared (westside!) (Verse 1: Bone Crusher) Let a choppa go PLOOOOOOWWW! to yo melon Now the plasma is oozin outta yo cerebellum AttenSHUNNNNN! Fuck nigga, now you swellin You ain't talkin hardcore, now is ya? Lil' bitch! Got'em runnin scared of a... BIGGA NIGGA! Cuz I put the heat to his ummm... HILFIGER! Now on dat drank and on some of dat dank Pistols gettin bursted now I need somethin to drank (REPEAT CHORUS) (Verse 2: Killer Mike) I got a hot 4 fever, call it bitch Benita Knock the apple off any bum or the hollow heat seaker Ran 'cross bitch niggaz, fuck the pint, she take blood by the liter I'll never leave her, my viscous vixen On liquor, send dat ass to God quicker No matter yo religion, you Muslim, Hebrew or Christian She indiscriminate with punishment, she send'em missin My gun's my favorite bitch and And she got permanent PMS so she stay bitchin! (REPEAT CHORUS w/ ad libs by T.I.) (Verse 3: T.I.) Noooooo, I ain't bad, just don't kiss no ass or take shit And I'm a grown man, find you somebody to play wit If you'on like me when you see me, betta not say shit I'll choke yo ass out like Dre did that bitch You betta tell these pussies they ain't fuckin wit no rookie I'm a Bankhead nigga, I'll take yo cookiez! So don't make it a me or you situation I'll have yo partner down and I'll see you visitation Like, hope for the best, but I'on think he gon make it Not the way he was shiverin and shakin on the pavement I'll tell you wha, if you make it, call'em grace cuz he amazin Find out these verses wasn't the only thang blazin and Just when you thought that I was done I was savin the Best for last, nigga kiss my ass Like ?? they my folkz, itz best you just let'em be Cuz I do the shit precincts and them FED's just ain't never see nigga! (REPEAT CHORUS) (Bone Crusher yelling) YEA NIGGA! Just break'em off muthafucka! We the real niggaz! All you hatin' muthafuckaz, underachieverz... Step back, hoe nigga! Listen closely... We ain't neva scared of none of you niggaz! T.I., Bone Crusher, Killer Mike, just break'em off niggaaaaaaaaaaa! (REPEAT CHORUS 2X) |
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from 112 - Pleasure & Pain (2006)
If ever you wondered
If ever you were nervous about it You gotta know, I aint never, Lemme say that again, I aint never, goin nowhere Listen to me Last night I allmost cried when you told me That you think you love me more than I love you Sometimes it hurts to carry that burden alone Lets be clear and get a few things straight No ones ever gunna take your place in my heart Nothing can measure the love that i've got for you Im telling you When im out in the club at night You dont have to worry about a thing Cuz I aint goin nowhere, I aint goin nowhere, So my heart is telling me that you are the one that im gon be with for the rest of my life And I aint goin nowhere I know you've heard it all before You dont have to worry no more Cuz I aint goin nowhere Baby just trust me As long as you love me I aint never goin nowhere I was lost and abandoned Searching for the truth Looking for that missing one That missing one was you The road was so tough But you gave it up Untill I found you and you made it Worth the wait and worth the years Worth the strain and worth the tears And you dont know the half of it But baby heres the rest of it Did you know that your a gift far brighter than the sun? Did you know that your a blessing, and im the lucky one Did you know that I could never ask for a better love Did you know that I would die, before I broke your heart Did you know that if you left me, my world would fall apart And never come back together, baby thats for real So the next time that you DOUBT me, you'll remember this When im out in the club at night You dont have to worry about a thing Cuz I aint goin nowhere, I aint goin nowhere, So my heart is telling me that you are the one that im gon be with for the rest of my life And I aint goin nowhere I know you've heard it all before You dont have to worry no more Cuz I aint goin nowhere Baby just trust me As long as you love me I aint never goin nowhere When im out in the club at night You dont have to worry about a thing Cuz I aint goin nowhere, I aint goin nowhere, So my heart is telling me that you are the one that im gon be with for the rest of my life And I aint goin nowhere I know you've heard it all before You dont have to worry no more Cuz I aint goin nowhere Baby just trust me As long as you love me I aint never goin nowhere |
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from Brooke Valentine - Chain Letter (2005)
(Intro:)
(Jermaine:) U know what this is Hey, oh (Brooke:) Yeah, play on playa (Jermaine:) Hey (Hook:) Playa where u come from? Where did u get that body? Shawty u got ya girl gone I wanna know where.... Playa where did u get that look? Baby, u got beautiful written all over you I wanna know where.... (Verse 1:) Sexy daddy can I kick it to u? Shawty tell me ya name I'm lookin' for a pretty thug And I think I found one so tell me whats the deal with ya Shawty can I wear your chain? Don't mean to be to forward But u got me on one (B-Sec:) Cause u are what I need And I got what u want Why don't u try it baby I know you'll like it baby It feels so good Oh so good Fits so perfect Like I knew you would (I wanna know) (Hook:) Playa where u come from? Where did u get that body? Shawty u got ya girl gone I wanna know where.... Playa where did u get that look? Baby, u got beautiful written all over you I wanna know where.... (Verse 2:) Now I ain't got the words To describe how u feel So baby just say the word And we can get outta here Cause I wanna luv u So right do it all night U are the truth And I can't, can't deny it (B-Sec:) Cause u are what I need And I got what u want Why don't u try it baby I know you'll like it baby It feels so good Oh so good Fits so perfect Like I knew you would (I wanna know) (Hook:) Playa where u come from? Where did u get that body? Shawty u got ya girl gone I wanna know where.... Playa where did u get that look? Baby, u got beautiful written all over you I wanna know where.... (Breakdown:) We like chain playa's shinin' clean Screwed up tape throwed off that lean So where u at playa? (Where u at?) We like em rollin' swisha sweets We like dem balla's makin' "green" So where u at playa? (Where u at?) (Jermaine Dupri Rap:) I was at a jam the other night I was sippin' on three And the feelin' was right I met a little sumthin' tryna do a little sumthin' Man shawty had her own look planned She was pullin' on a nigga Hand playin' with a nigga Pants all up on me When we started to dance First I just thought she was just playin' wit me Until I heard all the stuff she was sayin' to me Like... (Hook:) Playa where u come from? Where did u get that body? Shawty u got ya girl gone I wanna know where.... Playa where did u get that look? Baby, u got beautiful written all over you |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions (2001) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Instructions [Clean Version] (2001) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach
What cha wanna do (2x) We're the Legion of Doom (3x) 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap *Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town x2 Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump- pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east *Repeat (x2) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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from Life In 1472 [Clean Version] by Jermaine Dupri [ost] (1998)
Biiiiiiiiiach What cha wanna do We're the Legion of Doom 1472 is the same cut throat and locs and plenty dopes can you cope You can call me Count Chocula I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches and fly surf the snitches Look up in the sky as the fly My herion wip, clip on hip, now trip on this A bunch of outlaws try to take my town set up shop, run me out, and cut me down And how that safe, when I'm the illa-superhero born and raised on that muthafucking underground Brrrrbrrrrbrrrr stick 'em, ha haha stick 'em try to catch me slip 'em but now you about to be my victim I'm not aquaman but a aqua-boogie I'm sorta like a monster, chasin' cookies And I spin a web any size you can call me to fly I walk walls and this is for all my dogs (WOOF!) I'm like the wonder twins, my style activates the many niggas get in it and try to paper hate It's fly, the rider maine and ri (man, man) I do it like a muthafucking rider And I represent all the time and I represent the mad ass fuckin' eastside (eastside) -look out, look out, come out cause here comes the rider man (rider man), nigga I rock the blue cake on 'em, drop the weight on 'em the more they hate, the more I elevate on 'em I swerve and collect, serve and protect never hit the streets without the ice on my neck I'm all about partying, hoes, and getting paper they call me Chi-Chi and do it up cape crusader Contact through the frame no mistakes to bank rules back in town and it's on us to shut 'em down now fly what cha wanna do (nigga what) Let's put this shit down my lil' homey Mr. Turner with the murder He got my back you know he put me up on game When they get up, they getting lite up, heat that shit up Enough sed, don't tell it, jus sell it we blowin' in the wind and we gunna ride til' we win young soldier stickin' to it we put the folger It's your turn gone get on up and get the light and don't forget to grab your strap Look up in the sky, it's a bird, no it ain't it's the Legion of Doom ain't a damn thing changed Keep it safe and sound, get it locked down and you don't have to worry when we in your town Just a young muthafucker from the street forced to be a G-angsta, knock-knock with a glock, pump-pump answer Throw your hands up nigga, yeah death's a callin went from petty deaf bank robber straight to ballin' Stop with us, walk with us as we bust through the doors 40's fallin' like parts in us off in dust steroes got many hoes in, plenty dope plus we fly as fuck Duct tape while room up, toe tag 'em have him feel the strength of a black magnum Body bag him, nobody is as bad as them as shown as them, set kissed like FM Life in 1-4-7 to the deuce, right then I slipped in the bullet-proof suit And swoop down on the bank ruler with the gats waiting for the permission to cancel his ass Handle his ass I love to see his guts and his blood spill and cracked up as I drugged as I rise flying up high with a 45 if a red demon in it from the sky Drop and i put the barrel right between his eyes and said you fuck with the Legion and now you must die We serve and protect all the hustlers and G's from the west to the north, south and back to the east No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) When we in your town (in your town) Look up in the sky (in the sky) No it ain't (no it ain't, no it ain't) Mean a damn thing changed (changed, changed, changed) Got it locked down (locked down, locked down) And you won't have to worry when we in your town (in your town....) |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents... Young, Fly & Flashy Vol. 1 [Explicit Version] (2005) | |||||
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from Funkmaster Flex - The Mix Tape - Volume II 60 Minutes of Funk (Explicit) (2001) | |||||
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from Chingy - Jackpot (2003)
[Intro: Chingy]
Ah y'all we get it right herre this the remix Trackstars, oh, oh, oh (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Disturbing Tha Peace, So So Def, Chingy, J.D (Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do) Let's do it [Chorus: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 1: Chingy] Girl why you dat right thurr She so bad I'm constantly getting calls from da mayorr I though of a rabbit the way she bouncing fo' thurr curr Her man defendin' her like a lawyer so bewarre So dudes be handcuffin but dirrty that ain't fairr I wanna bet she got da bomb like a terrrorist She wit it I'll hit it though but I ain't thinking 'bout marrriage I love these honeys might as well call me Papa Bearrr Girl you know you looking good, good Ah don't I know you from da hood, hood You say you wouldn't when you would, would Now take it off you know you should, should, now twist around fo me! [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 2: Trina] Miss Trina make the ballas wanna starre (Wanna starre) House 'a naughty boots lined with the furr (Furr) Walk with a switch pull it over make it twerk I'ma flirt 'til it hurt in a throwback skirt I'm that bad bitch, rocks Benz on bladez Rocks on my wrist like pink lemonade Keep ya watches and ya rings, tell them other girls Lil' mama rockin strings and Chanel Pearls Im back for my crown fake bitches bow down This the remix what you wanna do now? I know u like the way we do this over herre Get loose in da club like we just don't carre (Don't carre) [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Verse 3: Jermaine Dupri] I'm from the city wherre they do that right thurr the most Out-a-towners come around and straight over dose Where the hips sing to ya and swing like, BUMP, BUMP, BUMP Like you done walked into a B2K concert mannn Back out legs showin talkin like mann Who got the drink and where the party at tonight damn That's when they start that backing it up on ya homie and That's a feelin' you just can't fight We fired up off that Hypnotic and Hennessey She can't keep her motherfuckin' hands off me We both in the club high bouncing to the beat When she turn around this is what I told her [Chorus x2: Chingy] I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Switch ya hips when ya walkin let down ya hairr (Down ya hairr) I like the way you do that right thurr (Right thurr) Lick ya lips when ya talkin that make me starre (Make me starre) [Outro: Chingy] I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) I like that (Uh huh), I like that (Uh huh) Trackstars, ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) I like that (Yeah), I like that (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh, do, what you do |