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from How High (하우 하이) [ost] (2001)
Ludacris Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now Shawnna Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris I wanna get you in the Georgia Dome on the fifty yard line while the Dirty Birds kick for t'ree And if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the V.I.P. Whipped cream with cherries and strawberries on top Lick it don't stop, keep the door locked while the boat rock We go-bots and robots so they gotta wait til the show stop or how 'bout on the beach with black sand lick up your thigh then call me the Pac Man Table top or just give me a lap dance The Rock to the Park to the Point to the Flatlands That man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom or in back of a classroom how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free and the tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candle lit you give it up till they go out or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert cause you know I got sold out or red carpet dick could just roll out go 'head and scream you can't hold out we can do it in the pouring rain runnin the train when it's hot or cold out how 'bout in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud you wanna make a brother beg for it give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud we can do it in the white house tryna make them turn the lights out champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie You can stratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet Ludacris & Shawnna ( 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah you make it so good I don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know wh what's your fan-ta-ta-sy Ludacris I wanna get you in the back seat windows up that's the way you like to fuck, clogged up fog alert Rip the pants and rip the shirt, rough sex make it hurt in the garden all in the dirt Roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk Legs jerk, overworked, underpaid but don't be afraid In the sun or up in the shade on the top of my escalade Maybe your girl and my friend can trade Tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat Factories or on hundred spoke what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt scream help play my game dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my reigns School teacher let me get my grades ( 4x) |
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from T-Pain - Epiphany (2007)
Intro:]
(Oh, oh) I'm bout to pull over, and give you the business holla at me (Ooooh) Can I get a witness? Now here we go Mmmm-mmm-mmm Now here we go Mmmm-mmm-mmm [Verse 1: T-Pain] Baby, I've been waitin for you to come home Cuz I done cleared off the backseat, cleaned the top and out some new 24s on the probe Latley I've been waitin to try somethin new Cuz we done did every last one of your fantasies But we aint did nothin I wanna do Cuz we done did in in the elevator (been there done that) Now it's time to do it my way (I know you want that) And pullin your hair, won't even compare to what I'm about to do to you on this highway [Chorus: T-Pain] I'm talkin bout that backseat action (oh) Out in the middle of the traffic (oh) I'm bout to pull over, and give you the business Holla at me, (oooh) can I get a witness? Now here we go [Hook: Shawnna (T-Pain)] Here we go, back and forth, (mmmm) break it down, or take it slow (mmmm) Take control, make it roll, (mmmm) break it down, now here we go (here we go) Here we go, back and forth, (mmmm) break it down, or take it slow (mmmm) Take control, make it roll, (mmmm) break it down, now here we go [Verse 2: T-Pain] Shawty, you can call me whenever you need Workin in the Excursion, kissin in the Expedition like yes indeed Baby, it's all gravy; it's all good Cuz we gon' need to open up the backdoor and let your legs out Or I'm-a put you right on the hood I've been down like an elevator (been there done that) I know you like to do it my way (I know you want that) And pullin your hair, won't even compare to what I'm about to do to you on this highway [Chorus: T-Pain] I'm talkin bout that backseat action (oh) Out in the middle of the traffic (oh) I'm bout to pull over, and give you the business Holla at me, (oooh) can I get a witness? Now here we go [Hook: Shawnna (T-Pain)] Here we go, back and forth, (mmmm) break it down, or take it slow (mmmm) Take control, make it roll, (mmmm) break it down, now here we go (here we go) Here we go, back and forth, (mmmm) break it down, or take it slow (mmmm) Take control, make it roll, (mmmm) break it down, now here we go [Verse 3: Shawnna] Face down, ass up, that's the way I like it rough Cloud it up, back it up, driver's seat to the passenger Back to the back, all in the act Smack, smack, smack, smack Shawnna like that that ?? Hands on the window, foot on the wheel Face in the seat, wait for the beat Rockin and rockin makin in squeek Stop, stop, stop, stop What you gon' do? Somebody might see So make it fast, take it slow Break it down and make it roll Take control, make it swoll Now one more time, here we go [Chorus: T-Pain] I'm talkin bout that backseat action (oh) Out in the middle of the traffic (oh) I'm bout to pull over, and give you the business Holla at me, (oooh) can I get a witness? Now here we go |
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from Shawnna - Block Music (2006)
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 1: Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred I'm in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka wit some Fiji You bitches ain't know I do this shit for fun My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper And I'ma I'ma a hustler I don't need no package saver They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch I got 'em sayin' Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Smoke's Rap: She's a ten in them nines with stilettos With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans 6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal Damn the can be feelin the way it shake I wanna jam it in her jello Anything for me she want it Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front She got more ass than a team of donkeys Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee Titties plump please Dolly Parton up When she walk through and make way for the double D's I love that pretty brown round She shaking got me shook Cause her print so fat between her thighs It look just like a camel foot Can I look can I rub it Matter fact fuck that let me cut it Can I touch it can I grab it That hairy nappy fat rabbit Meet me there I take a flight Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite Caught up in the Chicago wind Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn Humpin like a camel back From am from pm from pm to am I'll beat it up like a punching bag Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 3: Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left Watch it go up and down like that Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad Cause it's gonna make me mad You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em My shit's so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin Hook: Damn damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it |
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from Shawnna - Block Music (2006)
Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.
[Chorus] I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. [Shawnna: Verse 1] You know u n**** want a b**** like me Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes N****s in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then I probly might be You n****s popin collars y yo b****es pop ps I'm goin' do this for my riders that get down and pop e Think u can pop me man u need to stop please See me flyin' through yo hood in a drop top v I'm in the pop top three And ma pops got gs Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze And u broads act silly Tryin' jack my steam You slippin' and I'm pimpin' and yo boy chose me And now he hollin' hey lil' mama can u give me a sip Tryin' lick somethin' somethin' bout as big a yo leg Dis n**** yawn while he talkin so I knew he was red And bout six in the mornin' he forgot what he said and I was [Chorus] [Shawnna: Verse 2] You know I keep that 4 5 woofer in my trunk And I turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when I come to hustle man u know we aint no punk And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk Yo n**** actin' tough he on the flow and getting stomped Don't act like u ain't know now tell yo hoe to pa** the blunt You b****es wanna be me cause u know that I'm the s*** You see me on the t.v cause I roll wit Ludacris Don't hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit) I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit) Just so you understand it so u know I'm bout that bread (i'm bout that bread) And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash) Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash) I hit em on the lo and shawty this is what he said (what he said) [Chorus] |
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from Shawnna - Block Music (2006)
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Play Da Song On The Radio Gotta Let My Baby Know When I Get It I'ma Take Control If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow (Oh Oh) If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Take It Slow (Yeeeah) If It Get To Fast I'ma Get To Fast [Verse 1: Shawnna] Look I Got Da Feelin U Been Fienin My Body I See Its Leavin Da Party Now Tell Me Wat You Gonna Do Somebody Told Me You Been Thinkin About Me And I've Been Thinkin Probably Could Be A Me On You So Come On Shorty We Could Creep A Bed Get Into Some More Freaky Shit Then We Could Go Back To Da Crib Take A Look How Live To Conceal Let Me Show You How Deep It Get Now We Could Do It Real Fast Or Could Do It Slow I Like When You Make It Last T'ill You Gotta Go He Like The Way I Move Dat Ass Then I Make It Poke Out To Smoke Out To Jag The We Roll And Took A Ride Down Lake Shore Drive Stay So High Flippin Through The City Nigga They Aint No I Stay So Fly Could Take Your Guy Cause They Know I Got Da Bomb And It Aint No Lie [Chorus x2: Bobby Valentino] [Verse 2: Shawnna] Look I Think I Really Need Time To Breathe Because I Know What We Doin Aint Right Right And He Be On Me Everytime I See Him Because He Know How You Me Tight Tight He Wanna See Me In Da Middle Of The Night Wanna Fuck In Da Middle Of The Fight We Break Up To Make Up But When We Make Love We Suck And Nibble And We Bite But I Know I Gotta Chill Cause Now Im Seein Its Real And My Dude Checkin All Yo Phone Bills But Still I Know You Got A Girl Who Be All Off In Yo Grill She Be Checkin Through Your Pagers Stalkin All At The Crib Damn Shouldv'e Known What The Shit Might Do Fuckin Wit A Nigga Like Koo Throw Um In Da Brains Switchin Lanes In The Mid Night Blue So You Please Gotta [Chorus x2: Bobby Valentino] [Verse 3: Ludacris] Luda! Ludacris Dont Play When It Come To Da Sex If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It A Lil Slow Of Dis Speed It Back Up Like Shaquiell O'neil Or Back Board I'll Break It Take It Never Fake It Shake It Run Around My House Butt Naked If You Throw It Good Enough Daddy Might Buy Yo Ass A Tennis Bracelet Cause I Got So Much Dough I Dont Know What To Do Wit It Plus I Got So Much Drough I'll Roll It Up And Let You Hit It Lay Back Lay Back Stay Back Like Puff Take Dat Take Dat Take Dat Take Dat Young Bobby V. Ludacris And Shawnna Make You Hit Dat Playback Like 4 Times I'll Co-Sign You So Fine So Fine Let Me Hit It One More Time Mo Time Cause I Got Dat Goody Good And I Think I Shoudly Should Packed Good Wit Da Woody Wood Im Jus So Hoody Hood [Chorus: Bobby Valentino] [Until Song Fades] |
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from Shawnna - Block Music (2006)
Hey there, hey, how are you?
Muah, everything cool I don't know, I'm trying to see if you gon' like it I'm gon' love it, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo, yo My daddy told me this industry ain't what you think it is And everyday you will be gone, you will think of your kids No matter what they throw at you, get your biscuit and grits Get your kibbles and bits, ain't no riddles I spit see the devil is a shady one, he lay up in yo' crib And just when you find happiness he run away with it Then you back to the drawing board and don't know what to do And feeling like you all alone and don't know who is who But it's just like you, it's just like me, it's simply, it's 1 and 2 It's just like 3, don't try to cuff it, let it flow and let it breathe And if you love it let it go and let it leave and if it's so It come back running then you embrace Don't be like any other woman and turn your face Just shake it off like it ain't nothing and hold your weight 'cause pain make your heart toughen, it can't break you They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big What, you tryna live? (They say) Think you doing wrong, they don't understand Just where you're coming from (They say, something here) Only people go [unverified] They intentions show but they won't break me It's like I'm all alone in this shit and ain't nobody Trying to lend a hand to a bitch My baby asking why his daddy don't love him Yet, I swear to god it's like a bullet going through my chest I'm trying to make it by myself but scared of breaking down I slit my wrist and tell god to come and take me now See it's a battle wit my body and I'm losing bad I got a boy, dark child and don't know who the dad That shit is sad but we pushing on through the struggle Why bitches be up in the streets if they don't fucking hustle That's for them knuckleheads, boy, I put that on my uncle I'm from the side of tracks where niggas in the black'll truck you Act like a bitch and put it down for the gang sign (Something) With these niggas at the same time A thin line between the hood and the hood fad Don't let the game take me out I'm taking out the game that's on them thangs They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big What, you tryna live? (They say) Think you doing wrong, they don't understand Just where you're coming from (They say, something here) Only people go [unverified] They intentions show but they won't break me It's like I go too hard for the people And every time I hit the booth I'm just promoting evil And I don't wanna send the wrong message to tha kids But what about my niggas lock up and doing bids? And all my niggas on the block ducking from the feds Just keep yo' head tied, nigga, do it how you live And all my baby mommas, hell naw, I can't forget Don't let no mothafucka tell you how to raise them kids I'm on the borderline of fucked up and asses out This remy got me spinning, think I'm fin'a pass out Father forgive me 'cause I'm caught up in this (Fair crout) But I don't know no betta, see all I know is chedda Raised int he go-getta They say the situations drastic a cold (Retta) They say some nigga just got blasted was no sweata It's unbelievable, them last days is gon' catch up Be tryna make it through the gates but he won't let you They say 'cause you got a kid, you done did it big What, you tryna live? (They say) Think you doing wrong, they don't understand Just where you're coming from (They say, something here) Only people go ? They intentions show but they won't break me ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By ORTIZ, ERIK / CROWE, KEVIN / BROWN, III, CLIFFORD / GUY, RASHAWNNA / COOPER, SHARIEEFAH FARADAH <i>Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.</i> |
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from Shawnna - Block Music (2006)
[whisperin: x4]
These are my ghetto fairytales... These are my ghetto fairytales Sit back and just listen to what I'm spittin' cause I'm cold I'm straight reminiscing on all my niggas dead and gone See when I was young I was just so dumb and didn't know How quickly the reaper would come and creap up for your soul I play with them niggas that like to live it by the chase They told me whatever you do just keep your body safe Pitbull in the front and my german shepard by the gates Blowing booze and [? ] to keep my body out of space And I heard bout my nigga they send up to their face And they sayin' it's probable when the feds investigate Gotta do what I gotta do while they take my nigga away Promised you my protection I gotta make a nigga pay Bustin' in the direction of any mothafucka fake I burn a nigga to [? ] presidents up in this place Now they tell me I'm too ghetto for this shit I feel like I'm the only rebel in this shit [x2:] These are my ghetto fairytales These are the tales, my ghetto tales These are the tales, that I tell so well Northside, Eastside, Westside, Southside [many times:] These are my ghetto fairytales... [Some dude speaking, couldn't find out everything he said] |
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from Shawnna - Block Music (2006)
Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.
[Chorus] I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. [Shawnna: Verse 1] You know u n**** want a b**** like me Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes N****s in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then I probly might be You n****s popin collars y yo b****es pop ps I'm goin' do this for my riders that get down and pop e Think u can pop me man u need to stop please See me flyin' through yo hood in a drop top v I'm in the pop top three And ma pops got gs Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze And u broads act silly Tryin' jack my steam You slippin' and I'm pimpin' and yo boy chose me And now he hollin' hey lil' mama can u give me a sip Tryin' lick somethin' somethin' bout as big a yo leg Dis n**** yawn while he talkin so I knew he was red And bout six in the mornin' he forgot what he said and I was [Chorus] [Shawnna: Verse 2] You know I keep that 4 5 woofer in my trunk And I turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when I come to hustle man u know we aint no punk And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk Yo n**** actin' tough he on the flow and getting stomped Don't act like u ain't know now tell yo hoe to pa** the blunt You b****es wanna be me cause u know that I'm the s*** You see me on the t.v cause I roll wit Ludacris Don't hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit) I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit) Just so you understand it so u know I'm bout that bread (i'm bout that bread) And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash) Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash) I hit em on the lo and shawty this is what he said (what he said) [Chorus] |
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from Marques Houston - Veteran (2007)
Intro(Shawnna)
Why you treat me like you do? Can it just be me and you? Cause I don't wanna play no more If I let go, you let go Cause i just cant get enough And i just wanna feel you touch But I just gotta know whatsup, wutsup, wutsup Verse 1(Marques Houston) Hey girl come here sit down Lemme holla at you a while Gotta get this off my chest Hope that you can handle it We've been seeing each other a lot Honestly I dont want it to stop You and me; Me and you Im liking what we've got Only thing thats bothering me We aint as close as we should be Thats cause your holding back Holding back your love for me How do you expect to grow if you just dont let go Chorus(Marques Houston) Why you tryna hold back Why you tryna hold back When you know you want it just like I do Why you acting like that, girl dont do me like that All Im tryna do is be next to you Why you tryna hold back Why you tryna hold back on me baby All I want is you stop holdin back on me Verse 2(Mya) Dont take offense to this Not tryna start no mess Aint tryna have you stressed This is just a little test I wanna see how serious Serious you are of us Do you like or like me not Im loving what we've got Only thing that bothers me We aint close as we should be Thats cause your holding back Holding back you love for me How do expect this thing to grow If you dont let it go go go go Chorus(Mya and Marques Houston) Babe Why you tryna hold back Why you tryna hold back When you know you want it just like I do Why you acting like that, girl dont do me like that All Im tryna do is be next to you Why you tryna hold back Why you tryna hold back on me baby All I want is you stop holdin back on me Verse 3(Shawnna) Everytime I get to thinking bout you I see I cant be without you Cause you that shit, thats it And I really cant leave rite now boo You my fix, your kiss Made me bout to let go bout to But wait right quick cant slip I dont really think your down with this See I played these games before And i fall everytime we go Cause see I cant no more I move slow but dont really wanna stop the flow Dont know what to do Gotta just relax and hold back Just sit back and roll that, roll that, rolle that Chorus(Mya and Marques Houston) Babe Why you tryna hold back Why you tryna hold back When you know you want it just like I do Wht you acting like that, girl dont do me like that All Im tryna do is be next to you Why you tryna hold back Why you tryna hold back on me baby All I want is you stop holding back on me Outro(Shawnna) Why you treat me like you do? Can it just be me and you? Cause i just cant get enough And i just wanna feel you touch Wutsup wutsup Why you treat me like you do? Can it just be me and you? Cause i just cant get enough And i just wanna feel you touch I just gotta know whatsup, wutsup, wutsup |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
(feat. Twista)
[Shawnna] Shawnna kick hot shit for bitches that got they baby daddies locked In the pen' gone; fittin to rock cause he did wrong Run up on the cops and he hit 'em with the glock with his wig gone Sellin rock on the big phone In the projects niggaz run up on your set with the tech' out Leave you wet with you chest out Killer niggaz realer niggaz have a nigga fill a never realer nigga Drill a nigga fuckin with a villian never spill a nigga Fuck that! Nigga bust back, we in the 'Llac Me and my bitches all strapped Puffin the sack and we be sippin on 'gnac Fittin to react, and pop a nigga for them stacks (OOH-OOOH!) Niggaz I'm with they put the fifth to your whole melon Now with the murderers are known felons I gotta pop a nigga drop a nigga rock a nigga shock a nigga Lock a nigga fuck a nigga, cop the floppin nigga Roll for my bitches that be droppin in the strip clubs Tryin get 'em a lil' somethin If you gotta take it off, take it off like a boss for the big ones Then you get you a big gun Motherfuckers from the Chi like to put it yo' eye if it's on bitch Put it straight to yo' dome heads Now you fuckin with them gangsters, ballers, hoes, hustlers Bangers - niggaz that with them real motherfuckers like whoa! [Chorus 2X: Ludacris] It's real real - on the block I been up for days I gotta keep the steel steel - in case a nigga wanna get in the way So now what's the deal deal? On the street you got nothin to say So when I see him I'ma get him (WHAT!) drill him (WHAT!) Fill him fill him (WHAT WHAT!) [Twista] Twista kick hot shit for hoes and thugs In ghettoes and clubs that get crunk; for my homies locked down To whoever hurtin in the hood and ballers with 22's on big trucks To my thugs that call over to they mob And to the hustlers that be servin hydro and cocaine To my niggaz that ain't hoes; if they have to They will steal a nigga touch a nigga check a nigga cut a nigga Pull the trigger bust a nigga, yellow motherfucker nigga Ready to fill and spill a drink, I'm drunk go and weed it up And I'm talkin about go like I'm smokin the bone Full of some shit that damn sho' wouldn't seed it up Got you fillin the hole then go see your body Probably reanimated with all my Legit Ballaz rollin up Up the streets stuffed the beats So you see them Navigators, Escalades, Benzes, Beamers, Excursions - bumpin systems TV's and them 20's spinnin Mob for them niggaz that done up off them hard times K-Town, West side, South side Murder us for the money that's why I'm known to kick a hard rhyme Whatever set you represent throw it up If you buck or crunk then take yo' motherfuckin shirt off Dealers get your work off; you wanna party Full of hustle niggaz killer niggaz gangsta niggaz chill niggaz Baller niggaz thug niggaz player haters real niggaz [Chorus] [Shawnna] I'ma kick hot shit for bitches up in the industry tryin to compete me I'm from the hood South side, West side Where niggaz'll put a motherfuckin slug in my enemy Motown, Pucketown, do or die The difference between a motherfuckin thug and a gangsta One's thug in a chamber Get a nigga stick a nigga put him in a ditch and then forget a nigga Hit a nigga puck a nigga little with the rocker nigga Puff that say you love that We in the 'Llac and put the lemon in the 'gnac Remy and sacks that got me scummy in the back Puffin the raps that got me layin out slacks And it's speakin like, "Wow, that, blunt let me hit the weed" Cause I been feelin like Fuck a nigga bust a nigga Shawnna never love a nigga Chi about to show the motherfuckers how to rush a nigga Crush that put it on momma On everything I got e'rything for the drama, puff marijuana To the Shawnna and put it on ya Flows who you froze in a comma We so relentless, you know Chi up in the business Flows in yo' dome in an instance Hoes and them folks and the Mo's and the ki's and the fo's And the BD's and lows and the fiends and the hoes and God! [Chorus - repeat 2X] |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
Ladies and Gentlemen this is Cat Williams, a.k.a Money Mike.
I have some very bad news, Disturbin' tha Peace will no longer be called Disturbin' tha Peace. It'll be called Scarin' tha shit outta you Bullshit Rappers. Ladies and Gentlemen... |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
verse 1)
You know I keep it Dickie down get it to my toe And when you see me reachin fa that itchy hit da flo' It me and all my girls and they got us at the door That queen kickin in do this nigga really know We push 'em to da side and we make it through the club They try to show me love, erebody want a hug And now they tryin to hit me wit the bottles of the bub But I be rollin sticky shawty hit me wit da dub And now I got my hands up feelin real tight We pourin out the Cognac buckin where the light The dj shout me out and now they want me on the mic Before I hit the stage I see some niggaz finna fight And now they on they monkey bone missin in my flow But yo I know you heard about the niggaz from the go Roll up anotha B I see 'em slick its on the low Here come security they tryin to kick us out the door. Oh (chorus) Tryin to find out where the party at Got a couple of them stacks finna mix it wit the Co-ni-ac Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute I'm at the club where the V.I.P Stupid niggaz at the door tryin to say they wanna see I.D Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute (verse 2) I'm big balla but I don't drink champagne White mink to da flo' color cocaine Gator boots and the belt wit the low frame Candy coated Monte Carlo wit the upgrain Weight a minute now they wanna see a bitch ball I'm iced out from my tittie to my tip toe We at the bar finna but the whole thang out And if somebody wanna start we can bang out I let my chain swang down to my waistline I won't dance we just move the baseline And tell a nigga weight a minute 'fore I take mine 'Fore we do you like a victim of a hate crime Its DTP I know you seen me in the video If I ain't rappin then I'm scratchin off a serial I'm bout to get this thang crackin out the sterio You want a bitch to make it happen nigga here it go Weight a minute Uh (chorus) (verse 3) You get posted up in the club wit a white tee A hood nigga keep a fitted and some Nikes You know the steez wanna pull a bitch like me And take me home try to turn we into wifey But I ain't wit it gotta show a nigga who I be You bought a bottle for the crew, we buyin two or three Just tryin to show you how we do the thang usually I holla to my nigga Weezy Wee and Deucie D Now let my bitches in the club 'fore we shut it down And matter fact g where I'm from they don't come around And now they got me on Bicardi and the butta brown And everybody in the party wanna run around But I ain't trippin park the Chevy half a mile away I hit up Tone told her meet me down on Calloway She got the kind, she got the Remy and the Alize My head spinnin still bendin what I'm tryin to say Weight a minute (chorus) Now these niggaz always tryin to fuck Steady grabbin on my butt some think it no but I ain't a slut Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute Now I think I had too many to drink You tryin to get me but you cant, check yaself or get ya fitted yanked Weight a minute, weight a minute Weight a minute, weight a minute |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
(feat. Missy Elliott)
(intro 2x) What can I do.. Cause I can't keep from drinkin this yak And I can't keep from smokin dem sacks Am I a fool What can I do.. Cause they be callin me all the time And I think I'm gonna lose my mind What can I do (verse 1) Damn... I'm fucked up again and I think I'm finna throw my guts up again But I can't move cause I'm stuck off the Gin and the Henn and Bicardi and Remy, lets hit the party its in me And I still got a fifth of sommo whiskey Tipsy, feelin real shiesty and risky Bangin a bitch if she wanna get frisky Niggaz wanna get up on the fifth lets go! Niggaz wanna get up on a O lets roll Niggaz got da 50s of da dro and they swole Put it in da Swisher finna smoke it like whoa Dont understand me I don't want a Grammy Just hand me a hand fulla goddamn whammys Fluffed out and fancy packed where dat Yancy Now ride bumpin How High in da Camry. Whoa! (chorus - Missy) Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind Baby Bubba I'm Dude... I stay so high... I can't stop drinkin.. I feel like a fool am I losin my mind (verse 2 - Shawnna) Aint gon front like I don't smoke huff Thats prob' why a muhfucka throw so rough I drink dark liquor so I think I'm tough |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
(INTRO) Now kick this one here for me and my city
(Verse 1) Now I was rocking this party in the hundreds wilding You know where them killaz get right and rock a party From Friday to Saturday night Fifth of remy I'm scum and still hold the mic I tried to put it down, and say that I'm cool But they give it back to me and say continue Thats the thing about hundreds they never give up On the drug and the music and all that hood stuff That makes ya life worth hustling for Projects is the crowd, the crowd that I draw Never am I fake, and never ever shall I be Aint a chicken alive that can deal with me And if you think your the one, that can deal with this well you a... bets prepare cause I spit that shit (Chorus) Kick this one for Southside Kick this one for the Westside Now kick this here for me and my city (Verse 2) Yo I was chilling in the 50, minding my own When this braod walked up with a chrome microphone She said "hey bitch look up, I heard about you so here a microphone let's see what you can do" So I took the microphone, and I threw it to the bar Cause I need no assist when it comes to going hard When I start to rap, she start to shake She sort of confront me was truely a mistake So she picked the mircophone up, and I took me a shot And before I turned around that bitch was down the block, Now (Chorus) Kick this one for oakyell Now kick this one for the low end Now kick this one here for me and my city (Verse 3) Now when I'm on stage, everyone start choking Is it what I'm saying, or is it what I'm smoking? 50-50 chane is what I'm blowin And at the same time DTP got 'em open If you can get hype, and sort of like loud Yo Jay Cee kick this one for the crowd I been to lots of parties, mostly off a pound And one thing I notice my niggaz get down So Hip-Hopper (Hip-Hoppers) from all around Look what the fuck they found (Chorus) Kick this one for Chi-Town Kick this one for the Wild Wild Now kick this one here for me and my niggaz |
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from Shawnna - Worth Tha Weight (2004)
[Intro]
See... I wanna get next to you, freak ya body Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah [Verse 1] I ain't even like them other types I'm like a thug nigga but I don't fuck with dykes Call me your undercover lover, I do want you like We can do it anyway, anyhow, any night, so tight And you can feel it in your dreams, don't cha I gotta drug habit for ya like a fiend, won't cha Anticipate the point to I see ya, put the squeeze on ya I cop a fifth and take a sip and put the please on ya (ooooh) You got me thinkin bout you and I'm gone And I don't smoke no cigarette, but I be in the zone My fam jokin cause I'm always on the phone Tellin me to get the business when you get home You know that... oooh, aaaw Baby boy I know you feelin it too, bout to do what ever... you, like Getting lose while we sippin the goose You got me feelin like... [Chorus] My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah My super freak I wanna get next to you, freak ya body My Sexy baby, ooh wee, aah [Verse 2] Now the boy got me wide open The kinda the way he get up close and get my thighs open You the, uhh uhh, when we start movin This nigga got me make love with my eyes open Keepin goin with up and down, back and forth And the side and around and he askin more And he tying me down the backboard And it sound like we tearing down the back wall And I ain't trying the play your mind shawty I'm trying get up in ya mind and make you mine shawty And ask my best frend if you think I'm lying shawty You got your game right and I think you're fine shawty, for real And you ain't trippin off my record deal Or how I'm lookin in my picuters with my sex appeal We in the Chevy dro'ed out playin 'Let's Chill' I got some orange juice ready for them X pills Still... [Chorus] 1x [Break] (Man) (Ah come here...) Uh-un... (Come here...) Uh-un baby... (Come here...)No baby... (See...)No baby, no... [Verse 3] Now we back to the handcuffin Bed banging down crazy cause I can't touch him He got a way he wanna lay me with my legs up, and A super freak and ooh baby I ain't sayin nothing I'll be you private dancer watch the way the booty drop And you can throw that thang back and make the booty pop And we can get the freak and freakin with the oohcie-waa I like the way he licky-licky with the juicy pop And when I get on top... [Chorus] 2x |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 8 - Girls Just Wanna (2009)
Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin', Gettin'.
[Chorus] I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was gettin some head Gettin' gettin' gettin' some head I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was gettin some head (DTP hustle) Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle) I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes curl. [Shawnna: Verse 1] You know u n**** want a b**** like me Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes N****s in the hood wanna call her wifey If u got a pretty dolla then I probly might be You n****s popin collars y yo b****es pop ps I'm goin' do this for my riders that get down and pop e Think u can pop me man u need to stop please See me flyin' through yo hood in a drop top v I'm in the pop top three And ma pops got gs Say the watch got chilly And the rocks got freeze And u broads act silly Tryin' jack my steam You slippin' and I'm pimpin' and yo boy chose me And now he hollin' hey lil' mama can u give me a sip Tryin' lick somethin' somethin' bout as big a yo leg Dis n**** yawn while he talkin so I knew he was red And bout six in the mornin' he forgot what he said and I was [Chorus] [Shawnna: Verse 2] You know I keep that 4 5 woofer in my trunk And I turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump When u go to DTP we give the people what they want And when I come to hustle man u know we aint no punk And you catch me in the town we blowin' dro and gettin' drunk And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk Yo n**** actin' tough he on the flow and getting stomped Don't act like u ain't know now tell yo hoe to pa** the blunt You b****es wanna be me cause u know that I'm the s*** You see me on the t.v cause I roll wit Ludacris Don't hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit) I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit) Just so you understand it so u know I'm bout that bread (i'm bout that bread) And don't you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash) Before I get the tip I get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash) I hit em on the lo and shawty this is what he said (what he said) [Chorus] |
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from Def Jam 25: Volume 9 - Welcome To The South (2009)
Damn damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 1: Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred I'm in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka wit some Fiji You bitches ain't know I do this shit for fun My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper And I'ma I'ma a hustler I don't need no package saver They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch I got 'em sayin' Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Smoke's Rap: She's a ten in them nines with stilettos With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans 6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal Damn the can be feelin the way it shake I wanna jam it in her jello Anything for me she want it Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front She got more ass than a team of donkeys Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee Titties plump please Dolly Parton up When she walk through and make way for the double D's I love that pretty brown round She shaking got me shook Cause her print so fat between her thighs It look just like a camel foot Can I look can I rub it Matter fact fuck that let me cut it Can I touch it can I grab it That hairy nappy fat rabbit Meet me there I take a flight Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite Caught up in the Chicago wind Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn Humpin like a camel back From am from pm from pm to am I'll beat it up like a punching bag Hook: Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like man got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it Verse 3: Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left Watch it go up and down like that Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad Cause it's gonna make me mad You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em My shit's so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin Hook: Damn damn she got a donkey And that shit so chunky How she get them jeans on that monkey Like blam got me like a junky Only when she pump me Whisper in my ear I think she want it |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
"I Do It All Night"
[Ludacris] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night My whip is all white I don't have a couple drinks & I got a 'lil buzz so I'm feelin Alright But the night is just getting started Haters get disregarded Roll up them sweet creep creep Let's hit this street and get retarded I pop a bunch of bottles My bitch would be poppin' too Keep talkin out your face, She might be poppin you She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it So get it right Kill the lights I'm feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight 'Cause the feelin's right Pass me a Miller Light Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape She's my type I take her home and do the do I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum Don't sleep woman no matter how many times I come I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more [Shawnna] [Chorus] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em cash Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night And I ride'em long pads Maybe little crib could ask I'm gonna ask his shortie what that mouth Had Tell me if he's out of sight Tell me if he's slow and long Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you're wrong But I'm really gonna show you right Tell me where you wanna go tonight Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype Tellin'em like I'm so so hot So so feelin' like I'm so so right Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can't stop zoning & I don't Know why Beep Beep Get about my land Ya hoes can't do it like me If ya thinkin I'm 'bout the game Take a look of myou and 80 This is why I'm black on deck but don't get it twisted but strap on Deck The mad on deck the pack on deck And down there they keep a rack on deck And there's no chairs there's no we there's no hoover & there's no me There's they would dem mass MC and there's messin'dem caddie and There's on three No matter they say I'm gettin my break Gettin' my paper Get my cheque But anybody wanna try to ass up And gettin some heat [Ludacris] How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk And don't know how to act I don't know how to act [Shawnna] He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop And I don't know how to quit Blowin' on in the trouble zone Now we need another field And I mean up out my man Now I mean up out my body So have do this all night 'Cause you're comin' with me shorty [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Intro]
Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" where it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues Caller #1, you're on the air Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? [Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?" (Exactly, that's just what she need to hear) [Interlude] You damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man Next caller Yeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers with the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease And my nigga with his iced-out chain but I can't get him to pay his damn child support That's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice So now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? [Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggaz ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back (That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!) [Interlude] Yes it does, next caller what's up? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! All friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers Marcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Cause they need to be TAUGHT! I-20 you better talk to 'em! [I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah (Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!) [Outro] And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby) Check us same time, same place tomorrow "Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off Good niiiiight |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
{*phone rings twice*}
[Ludacris] Hello? [Shawnna] Whassup? [Ludacris] What's up baby? [Shawnna] I need you right now [Ludacris] What you doin? [Chorus: Shawnna] + (Ludacris) I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy [Ludacris] + (Shawnna) Well I'm way over on the Southside cruisin in the 'llac But I'ma make it to yo' crib in 'bout fo' minutes flat Keep talkin how you're talkin baby, what you got on? (I got a blace lace bra, leather boots and a thong) Well I'll be there in a double Expect when I step through the door that it's 'bout to be some muh'fuckin trouble (Ooh, what you gon' do?) Sweat you out 'til you thirsty Pin your body to the ground and have you beggin for mercy [Shawnna] Ooh, baby wait a minute, you in my head If I'm woke or if I'm dreamin I see you in my bed 'Til you makin me MMM, and you makin me YEAH Now hurry up and make it to me cause you makin me wet [Ludacris] I'm drivin fast as I can baby hold it together Cause when I get you in my arms I'ma hold you forever Get you wet as Niagara Falls, a rebel with a cause I'll be breakin down the do' so tell me where you are [Chorus] [Ludacris] See, you got me eager as a beaver See this the type shit get you the keys to the Beamer or some cheese if you need it Cause you got that good-good; you love it how I beat it like you stole it when you throw it cause we keep it hood-hood And I wish you would-would be my slave for the night We could turn the bedroom into my cave for the night [Shawnna] I'll be yo' favorite delight And make me call you daddy while I'm takin the pipe You makin me bite after you push it too deep I need that type of lovin that'll put you to sleep I wish you could see [Ludacris] Well I could see it if you want me to, we could get the camera We could roleplay, you the artist I'll be your manager You could be the nurse I'm the doc (doc fill me in) Play "cops and robbers" or "cowboys and Indians" In the end, let's say you won't know what hit ya Now I'm pullin in the driveway and comin to getcha! [Chorus] {*door opens and closes*} [Shawnna] Hey baby [Ludacris] What's up? [Shawnna] Took you long enough [Ludacris] Yeah, I'ma make it worth the wait though, lay down [Shawnna] Yeah... {*moans*} [Ludacris] Mm-hmm, yeah |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
"I Do It All Night"
[Ludacris] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night My whip is all white I don't have a couple drinks & I got a 'lil buzz so I'm feelin Alright But the night is just getting started Haters get disregarded Roll up them sweet creep creep Let's hit this street and get retarded I pop a bunch of bottles My bitch would be poppin' too Keep talkin out your face, She might be poppin you She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it So get it right Kill the lights I'm feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight 'Cause the feelin's right Pass me a Miller Light Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape She's my type I take her home and do the do I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum Don't sleep woman no matter how many times I come I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em say Oh [x4] Gimme some more [Shawnna] [Chorus] I do it all night [x2] I do it [x2] Do it All night I make'em cash Oh [x4] Gimme some more I do it all night And I ride'em long pads Maybe little crib could ask I'm gonna ask his shortie what that mouth Had Tell me if he's out of sight Tell me if he's slow and long Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you're wrong But I'm really gonna show you right Tell me where you wanna go tonight Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype Tellin'em like I'm so so hot So so feelin' like I'm so so right Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can't stop zoning & I don't Know why Beep Beep Get about my land Ya hoes can't do it like me If ya thinkin I'm 'bout the game Take a look of myou and 80 This is why I'm black on deck but don't get it twisted but strap on Deck The mad on deck the pack on deck And down there they keep a rack on deck And there's no chairs there's no we there's no hoover & there's no me There's they would dem mass MC and there's messin'dem caddie and There's on three No matter they say I'm gettin my break Gettin' my paper Get my cheque But anybody wanna try to ass up And gettin some heat [Ludacris] How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk And don't know how to act I don't know how to act [Shawnna] He don't know how to act And I don't know how to stop And I don't know how to quit Blowin' on in the trouble zone Now we need another field And I mean up out my man Now I mean up out my body So have do this all night 'Cause you're comin' with me shorty [Chorus] |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Intro]
Awww yeah, welcome back to "Battle of the Sexes Radio" where it is 12:45 in the A.M. and Disturbing Tha Peace is our in-studio guest Our hotline is lit the fuck up with people with relationship issues Caller #1, you're on the air Yeah man, y'all tell me if I'm crazy cause this girl in here trippin Y'knowmsayin? I'm a real man, I take care of home I take care of my kids, I'll pay all my bills I mean I ain't gon' lie, I may check a lil' female from time to time on the side Y'knowmtalkinbout, but what man don't? So how can I break this down to her? Ludacris, how do you feel about this particular situation? [Ludacris] Yeah, get your money right ladies, learn to sign your own checks But don't call me after midnight, unless we havin sex Don't ever assume nothin, a man gon' be a man A groupie gon' be a groupie, a fan gon' be a fan These tricks gon' keep trickin so hustlers gon' keep hustlin Long as there's new coochie then dogs gon' keep fuckin So don't be all up in my phone replyin to women's pages I thought your momma told you you should NEVER talk to strangers! Don't ever ask no questions that you really don't want the answers to Stop poppin off at the mouth or like Nino Brown I'll have to cancel you Handle you, stop the ride, leave you on the avenue Half of you, always seem to want some nigga to pamper you And that'll do for him but not for me, I'll probably baffle you And if he wants to act a fool I'll show him what the gat'll do Run along, go find somebody to snitch or go chit-chatter to Then your name will follow with "Ay! Whatever happened to..?" (Exactly, that's just what she need to hear) [Interlude] You damn right playa, aight thank you for callin man Next caller Yeah I hear you but let's talk about the fake-ass brothers with the 24's but can't pay the note on they lease And my nigga with his iced-out chain but I can't get him to pay his damn child support That's why we makin mo' money, ownin our own property and ride just as nice So now, I guess if we want to, we can bail y'all too now, huh? Interesting, Shawnna you wanna speak on this one? [Shawnna] Uhh, yo, get your mind right niggaz get a bitch that can keep up wit'chu I'm tired of thinkin to myself why in the hell did I ever fuck wit'chu I'm stuck wit'chu, sick of yo' childish games and all the stuff you do I'll probably mention yo' name but true to the game I've had enough of you I've seen yo' type befo', throwin yo' funds all over the flo' He flashin his chains and flashin his dough, he drinkin the fifths and drinkin the Mo' But what you don't know this nigga broke, he can't even afford to smoke And back in the hood all the hustlers and G's know he's a joke That's why I cheat a nigga, just when he eat it I tell him beat it nigga Real bitches true to the game, that's how you G a nigga D.T.P. stay in the zone like we on PCP Chrome on the SS, Shawnna blow there recently Y'all niggaz ain't on my level, I do it so hood Pineapple and Belve', we feelin so good Lightning is so wood, I get my own stack That's why I leave him 200 and never call back (That's right Shawnna, pussy rule the world!) [Interlude] Yes it does, next caller what's up? Man what's up, this is Marcus I wanna know do y'all got somebody to talk to these triflin-ass women? Like me, I'm a good man, but all these good men get treated like shit! All friends callin at 3:30 in the mornin Marcus don't wanna talk about no numbers Marcus wanna talk about that ass, and I ain't havin it! Y'all got somebody to talk to these women? Cause they need to be TAUGHT! I-20 you better talk to 'em! [I-20] Yo, get your money right ladies, tell the man to get gone But you don't you show up to my crib with your period on This is lesson one baby, listen, how should I begin? Um, ain't no such thing as a plutonic friend You're lying to yourself if you don't think you want mo' So don't you call me insecure when he show up at your do' You all claim to have substance, self-respect and some class But half naked in the club and steady shakin yo' ass Screamin I ain't done enough to touch you under your skirt But who the hell are you to tell me what my money is worth? I run the streets, and you trippin I don't make you feel safe I stay at home and you complainin that I think we need space I'm not sayin that it's fair but it's the way that it is Ain't no nigga tryin to marry you with four or five kids It may sound a little harsh but it's straight from the heart A nigga didn't write the scripts so I'm just doin my part, yeah (Preach my brother, preach! I hope you women out there heard that!) [Outro] And you better believe they did, it's millions of people listening But that's our show for this evening ladies and gentlemen I gotta go get a piece of ass my damn self, alright? (c'mon baby) Check us same time, same place tomorrow "Battle of the Sexes Radio" signing off Good niiiiight |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
{*phone rings twice*}
[Ludacris] Hello? [Shawnna] Whassup? [Ludacris] What's up baby? [Shawnna] I need you right now [Ludacris] What you doin? [Chorus: Shawnna] + (Ludacris) I'm all alone in my room, layin on my bed sheets Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy My body's so tight and I'm needin you to stretch me Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy (You feelin so sexy?) I'm feelin so sexy (ha ha) Come undress me, I'm feelin so sexy [Ludacris] + (Shawnna) Well I'm way over on the Southside cruisin in the 'llac But I'ma make it to yo' crib in 'bout fo' minutes flat Keep talkin how you're talkin baby, what you got on? (I got a blace lace bra, leather boots and a thong) Well I'll be there in a double Expect when I step through the door that it's 'bout to be some muh'fuckin trouble (Ooh, what you gon' do?) Sweat you out 'til you thirsty Pin your body to the ground and have you beggin for mercy [Shawnna] Ooh, baby wait a minute, you in my head If I'm woke or if I'm dreamin I see you in my bed 'Til you makin me MMM, and you makin me YEAH Now hurry up and make it to me cause you makin me wet [Ludacris] I'm drivin fast as I can baby hold it together Cause when I get you in my arms I'ma hold you forever Get you wet as Niagara Falls, a rebel with a cause I'll be breakin down the do' so tell me where you are [Chorus] [Ludacris] See, you got me eager as a beaver See this the type shit get you the keys to the Beamer or some cheese if you need it Cause you got that good-good; you love it how I beat it like you stole it when you throw it cause we keep it hood-hood And I wish you would-would be my slave for the night We could turn the bedroom into my cave for the night [Shawnna] I'll be yo' favorite delight And make me call you daddy while I'm takin the pipe You makin me bite after you push it too deep I need that type of lovin that'll put you to sleep I wish you could see [Ludacris] Well I could see it if you want me to, we could get the camera We could roleplay, you the artist I'll be your manager You could be the nurse I'm the doc (doc fill me in) Play "cops and robbers" or "cowboys and Indians" In the end, let's say you won't know what hit ya Now I'm pullin in the driveway and comin to getcha! [Chorus] {*door opens and closes*} [Shawnna] Hey baby [Ludacris] What's up? [Shawnna] Took you long enough [Ludacris] Yeah, I'ma make it worth the wait though, lay down [Shawnna] Yeah... {*moans*} [Ludacris] Mm-hmm, yeah |
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from Ludacris - Battle Of The Sexes (2010)
[Dru Hill]
Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight... {*echoes*} [Shawnna] + (Ludacris) Ayyy, I can make that thang go up and down like a rollercoaster Make it go round and round 'til you make that sound, now let me hold ya I kinda got somethin to show ya I really wanna get to know ya Shawty come and put yo' hands all on my body like you 'posed to Yeah, you pop one I'ma pop one too It ain't no tellin what I'm gon' do I'ma keep you sayin "Girl you got that good" (you got that good?) Yeah, I got you screamin "Girl don't quit" I'll make you ooh, like "Girl that's it" Now gi-gi-give it to me like you should (like I should?) Yeah, we can slow it down or speed it up I love it when you flip it then beat it up You know them other girls ain't sweet enough So every time he see me he eat it up Eat it up, eat it up Don't slow it down baby keep it up Keep it up, keep it up I love it when you make it go deep enough And I'm so gone I can't hold it in Now one mo' round, can we go again? I'm lovin each and every little thing you do I kinda think I really wanna sing to you Sing to you, sing to you You got me in a zone when I think of you Think of you, think of you Now baby come and tell me what I need to do [Chorus: Dru Hill] Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight Uh, said we're gonna take a ride Up and down, front to back, side to side Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight (hold tight) Hold tight (hold tight) cause we're gonna take a ride tonight We're gonna take a riiiiiiiiide Take a riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide tonight [Ludacris] + (Shawnna) You got yo' boots, strapped up and I got my ticket, got my ticket And I'm ready for the ride of a lifetime Is you wit it? Is you wit it? Fasten yo' seatbelt, buckle up Take two shots, double up Play this song, pump it up Then get a little closer, snuggle up Take yo' time I'ma take my time Sip a little somethin then relax yo' mind Let's do it like we never did befo' (did befo'?) Yeah, I got you screamin "Oh my God" The headboard hit that wall so hard Sound like somebody knockin at the do' (at the do'?) Yeah, keep yo' hands inside the ride when you up in the air and ridin high Tonight it's on, I wanna hear you moan when I put a little kiss inside your thigh Put a little bass inside your ear when I whisper and tell you that daddy's here Daddy's here, the heat is on and I love you with your little Vickie Secrets on Even though I'll never let you keep 'em on cause you pressed my button and the freak is on Let's make it a night to remember and bend that mattress that yo' sheets is on Sheets is on, yank 'em off And every little kiss I'ma make 'em soft Yo' undergarments, take 'em off Take 'em off so you can [Chorus] [Interlude: repeat 2X] On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side On a rollercoaster ride Up, down, front, back, side to side [Sisqo] Uh, ooooooh, huh, oooooh yeahhhh Uh, cause we're gonna take a ride Up, down, front to back, side to siiiiide (Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight, hold tight) Yeahhhhhhh, ha, Dru Hill and we're sayin (Hold tight, cause we're gonna take a ride tonight) Yeahhhhh yeahhhh yeahhhh-eh-eh-eh-eahhh, ohhh (Wrap your legs around my waist and hold tight, hold tight) (Hold tight, cause we're gonna take a ride tonight) Ohh yeah {*Dru Hill harmonizes + ad libs to the end*} |
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