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I Luv It

by Tha Eastsidaz f/ Snoop Dogg

Artist: Tha Eastsidaz f/ Kokane, Snoop Dogg
Album: Duces 'N Trayz - The Old Fashioned Way
Song: I Luv It
Typed by: cArMeLfLaVaDeLiGhT@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Snoop Dogg]
Eastsidaz come out and play
Eastsidaz come out and play

[Goldie Loc]
Eastside!one five, two*cough*one
Two oh, one eastside one five
Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh
We finna show you muthafuckas whats happenin
Tray Dee

[Tray Dee]
Comin in front and center state ya name and game
Yeah them eastsidaz back and we came to bang(eastside)
Givin it up, pistols and chucks, rags hangin
Stricly insane and we do the damn thang

[Goldie Loc]
Its the big bad eastsider rollin
Now how many blocks we controllin
Two 0, two one, one five seventeen and eleven
One nine and a muthafuckin dime

[Tray Dee]
Murder block to the swamp front of grandmama house
They don't sleep, well freak off brand knock em out
Stay deep, bring heat make streets emorge
Young Gs, Lil Gs, casualties and war
So we push the turf steady pushin work
Niggas love seein thugs so we look for dirt
Where the shit don't stop and them six fours hop
If ya just get socked, don't trip gettin dropped

[Goldie Loc]
All black wit a little bit of gold
Now lemme show you muthafuckas how the eastside roll
Footin to the metal, every hand on stiletto
Extra clip when we????? peace we long ghetto
I'm about to make the shit crack
We got straps in this bitch I got somethin on fat
Tellin you muthafuckas, "Damn!"
It ain't no thang when you bang wit the Dogg Pound

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
I luv it
The way the homies come threw all blue nigga what y'all wanna do?
I luv it
We got hos to the left, platinum on our chest nigga yup yup
I luv it
Can't stop, won't stop, so what that LBC like
I luv it
We do the damn thang all night, better yet fo' life

[Goldie Loc]
I luv it!We keepin that shit G
Cause thats all I see
I luv it!

[Tray Dee]
We always gon roll, and stay way too deep
Tray Dee, Gol-die, Snoop, ducez n trayz
Still give it to that ass the old fashion way
From the LB city, where them shells leave many
Wannabes on they knees, tryna beef wit a gizze

[Goldie Loc]
Aye loc, I represent till the shit don't stop
Fuck them paramedics and them crooked ass cops
Its hard to maintain on the front line
Check this out cuz, I gotta get mine
Low ridahs, eastsidaz comin wit that G shit
People want some of this?hell naw trick
I'm keepin that shit gangsta
Yeah, C-walkin on you pranksters, nigga

[Tray Dee]
We don't really give a mad fuck nigga what
Gettin mad stuck, catch you comin out the cut
Hoo ridin, G ridin fuck the law
Better hope you on my side once I clutch and draw
My reactions, attractions, fast and all actions
Till I die east the side, I stay smashin
Represent this like its meant to see
To the graveyard or the penetentary

[Chorus]

[Kokane]
Zoom zoom zoom zoom zoom
[Repeat 12x]


Hey its the dog!
DPGs funk
And I am Tray
I never knew the crunk
Oh no! we dance
Let go my dance
I'll never C-walk
Do the time of life
You have the time of your life
Hey ho!

[Snoop Dogg]
Oh, yeah whats crippalatin baby
Eastsidaz, ducez n trayz
Oh, the old fashion way
Somethin uh, to make you move, groove, and defintely sets the mood
Its so uh gangsta, its so uh prankster
Its the hoodie hoodie, goodie goodie
To lick ya boogie oggie oggie
Can ya dig what i'm talkin bout
I smell ya Battle Cat
Now thats funky, thats so funky, I have to say uh!

Eastsidaz come back[Repeat:4x]


Posted on Aug 7, 2001, 12:04 PM

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Family Affair (Dance for Me)

by Mary J. Blige

Artist: Mary J. Blige
Song: Family Affair
sent by: lionthemad@theglobe.com

Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun
Up on in this, dance for me
We got ya open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration, holleratin'
In this dance for me
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting
So just dance for me

Come on everybody get on up
Cause you know we gots to get it crunk
Mary J. is in the spot tonight
As I'mma make it feel alright (Make it feel alright)
Come on baby just party with me
Let loose and set your body free
Leave your situations at the door
So when you step inside jump on the floor

Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun
Up on in this, dance for me
We got ya open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration, holleratin'
In this dance for me
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting
So just dance for me

It's only gonna be about a matter of time
Before you get loose and start loose your mind
Cop you a drink, go head and rock your ice
Cause we celebrating No More Drama in our life
With a great track pumpin', everybody's jumpin'
Goin ahead and twist your back and get your body bumpin'
I told you leave your situations at the door
So grab somebody and get your ass on the dance floor

Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun
Up on in this, dance for me
We got ya open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration, holleratin'
In this dance for me
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting
So just dance for me

We don't need, don't need, no haters
Just try to love one another
We just want y'all have a good time
No more drama in your life
Work real hard to make a dime
If you got beef, your problem, not mine
Leave all that BS outside
We're gonna celebrate all night
Let's have fun, tonight, no fights
Turn the great track way
Making you dance all night and I
Got some real heat for ya this time
Doesn't matter if you're white or black
Let's get crunk cuz Mary's back

Let's get it crunk, we gon' have fun
Up on in this, dance for me
We got ya open, now ya floatin'
So you gots to dance for me
Don't need no hateration, holleratin'
In this dance for me
Let's get it percolatin', while you're waiting
So just dance for me


Posted on Aug 7, 2001, 12:04 PM

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Knock Yourself Out

by Jadakiss

Artist: Jadakiss
Album: Kiss the Game Goodbye
Song: Knock Yourself Out *
Typed by: Cakes1482@aol.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

* second single

Uh huh
You know where I'm taking this
I'm taking it right there
They leave no choice

[Verse One]
Uh, uh, uh she said she was a model for a year and a half
and if she took here pins out, then her hair would drop down to her calf
I knew a man, he was just up north
and would've got left up north
but he was the chef up north
anyway I'm K I double
all I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble
if you ready we could move, just lose your man
or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance
or I might let you play in the garden
or stood up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of MOB
and the state got six locations
take so long to get to the front once I missed probation
and I hate to brag
I know ya man really wouldn't like the Beretta but he hate the Mag
and yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out
but in the mean time girl go knock yourself out

[Chorus]
Are you model of month (knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down (knock yourself out)
Are you ready to move (knock yourself out)
Wanna sit in the coupe (knock yourself out)
Wanna keep on dancin (knock yourself out)
Wanna run in my mansion (knock yourself out)
Sit in V.I.P. (knock yourself out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen (knock yourself out)

[Verse Two]
Now you can knock yourself out like you boxing yourself
or you can get real freaky start popping yourself
and my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time
it's soughta like you watchin yourself uh
front if you want, I puff a few blunts
and take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front
she had jock open draw sandals
told her I been the coupe
blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles
I had to do very high maintence, check this out ma
I'm running out of my patience
Don't sleep wit me, and don't speak wit me
And neva talk bad bout niggas that eat wit me

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Ay yo, Honey know I'm waitin to leave
keep dancin, cuz I like how that ass shake in the capris
I'm like BIG wit the murder mamis up in Belize
but I'll still fuck a chickenhead like lil' cease
I don't care if they model, but they all gone chill
first nigga cook base on the Foreman grill
and you might win some, you just lost one
Kiss miseducates' em like Lauryn Hill

[Chorus] - (Fades)


Posted on Aug 6, 2001, 4:02 PM

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F- Friends

by Camoflauge

Artist: Camoflauge
Album: Strictly 4 Da Streets
Song: Fuck Friends
Typed by: playboy_az@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Camoflauge]
Saay there look here lil momma come here, what yo name is

[girl] I got a man!

[Camoflauge]
you got a man
oh yo name you got a man
well look here I'm Camoflauge (oh yeah)
shit I - I ain't tryin to be your man I just wanna be your friend

[girl] oh really

[Camoflauge]
Saay there lil momma what your name n shit
I'ma get strait to the point I ain't with no gangs n shit
I wanna be your friend, you gots a baby in the pen
Hit a nigga up, I'll come through on ya and slide in
Oh you gotta man, well thats cool I ain't tryin to be that
Fuck friends you never been wit me and you can be that
I ain't kissin and tellin like kelly baby we can keep it on the down low
You down for what I'm down fo, late night creepin
Yo nigga won't even suspect you cheatin
And if I see you on the streets I ain't lookin or speakin
But when we meetin we freakin and thats fo sho oh
And we can keep it on the low, ain't nobody gots to know
Tell yo nigga that your going out with ya homegirls
Cause tonight me and you gon get off in our own world
Get a suite, blow on a sweet, tear up the sheets
And if you want to we can do this shit again next week

[Chorus: repeat 4X]
Lets be fuck friends you and I la da da
on the low creepin cheatin (la ra ra ra ra da)
can we play tonight (i wanna know)

[Camoflauge]
Miss hot lil momma whats happenin
Ain't you camo- yeah I be rappin
How bout you forget all that yappin
and put your number on the napkin
and let me call you
Ecstasy swisher sweet alcohol ya
and if the head right, the pussy tight
baby I'll sprawl you

[girl] oh I gotta man

[Camoflauge]
thats cool I see his name tattooed on your titty
here go my beeper number just hit me
and we can roll out, get drove out, get a mo-out
204 real low, nobody gotta know
pop your hernia, run to my parkin lot and run to the store
Jump in wit me hit the highway to the room we go
Oh no I need to get a box of rubbers
so I can get the throat then jump in the covers
Shower up and drop you off so you can get wit yo lover
Call me up later baby girl when your ready to fuck a-gain
Hit the weed smash off in the wind
Hey lil momma lets play

[Chorus]

[Camoflauge]
Baby girl can we kick it, I'm sorry if I'm too explicit
Visions of you with out no clothes on got me dizzy
I like yo size, the look in yo eyes
that thing between yo thighs, can I push inside?
Do you wanna roll wit me, hit a optimo wit me
Freak from the bed to the floor wit me
but no hickies, fuck yo man you wit a player tonight
we gon pop a couple of bottles just to make shit right
and after that I'ma try to break ya back, hit ya from the back
Make you feel it in your stomach ask you how you love that
Me and you ducked off, gettin our nuts off
Cut off your cellular phone girl lets get lost

[Chorus] - repeat 8X

[girl]
la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da
la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da
la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da
la ra ra la ra ra ra ra da
da ra la ra ra ra ra da
da ra la ra ra ra ra da
la ra ra la ra ra la ra ra la ra ra ra ra ra ra da

fuck friend (uh uh yeah) fuck friends
fuck friends fuck friends




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Aug 6, 2001 4:04 PM

Posted on Aug 5, 2001, 1:55 PM

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Because I got High

by Afroman

Artist: Afroman
song: Becuase I got High
sent by: nicole (thanx boo)

It's like I don't care bout nothin man
Roll another blunt, yeah (Ooooooooo)
Ohh, kool (la da da da...)

(Verses)
I was gonna clean my room, until I got high
I was gonna get up and find the broom,
but then i got high
My room is still messed up, and I know why (Why man?)
(Yeah)
Because i got high, because i got high, because i got high
(la da da da...)

I was gonna go to class, before i got high (Come on)
I coulda cheated and i coulda passed, but i got high
I'm takin it next semester, and i know why (Why man?)
(Yeah)
Because i got high, because i got high, because i got high
(Go to the next 1, go to the next 1, go to the next 1)

I was gonna go to work, but then i got high
I jus got a new promotion, but i got high
Now i'm sellin dope, and i know why (why man?) (yeah)
Because i got high, because i got high, because i got high

I was gonna go to court, before i got high
I was gonna pay my child support, but then i got high
(No you wasn't)
They took my whole pay check, and i know why (why man?)
(Yeah)
Because i got high, because i got high, because i got high (la da da da...)

I wasn't gonna run from the cops, but i was high
(I'm serious man)
I was gonna pull right over and stop, but i was high
(la da da da...)
Now I'mma pyraplegic(?), and i know why (why man?) (yeah)
Because i got high, Because i got high, because i got high
(la da da da...)

I was gonna pay my car a note(?), until i got high
(say what, say what)
I wasn't gonna gamble on the boat, but then i got high
Now the tow truck's pullin away, and i know why
(why man?) (yeah)
Because i got high, because i got high, because i got high (la da da da...)

I was gonna make love to you, but then i got high
I was gonna eat your pussy too, but then i got high
Now i'm jackin off, and i know why (turn this shit off)
(yeah)
Because i got high, because i got high, because i got high (la da da da...)

I messed up my entire life, because i got high
I lost my kids and wife, because i got high
(say what, say what, say what, say what)
Now i'm sleepin on the sidewalk, and i know why
(why man?) (yeah)
Because i got high, because i got high, because i got high

I'mma stop singing this song, cause i'm high
I'm singing this whole thing wrong, cause i'm high
And if i dont sell one copy, i'll know why
Cause i'm high, cause i'm high, cause i'm high
(la da da da...)



Posted on Aug 5, 2001, 11:01 AM

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Dance With Me

by 112

Artist: 112
Song: Dance With Me
Typed and used with the permission of
ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com
(iN THE BACKGORUND features a sample of Biggie saying "You Rewind this Badboy behind us")


I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that you're feeling me
And I really want you to get close to me
So won't you dance with me, dance with me
My drop top's in the parking lot
And I'm gonna take you back to my spot
But we still got a little more time to rock
So won't you dance with me, dance with me

I can see you over there
Just chilling with your girlfriends
Can't believe you're by yourself
You should be here with me
Chilling with me, drinking with me
Freakin' with me, oh, oh yeah

I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that you're feeling me
And I really want you to get close to me
So won't you dance with me, dance with me
My drop top's in the parking lot
And I'm gonna take you back to my spot
But we still got a little more time to rock
So won't you dance with me, dance with me

I can see it in your eyes
That you're looking at the time
You wanna leave this party
And I know you wanna leave with me
To chill with me, to drink with me
To freak with me, oh baby oh...

I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that you're feeling me
And I really want you to get close to me
So won't you dance with me, dance with me
My drop top's in the parking lot
And I'm gonna take you back to my spot
But we still got a little more time to rock
So won't you dance with me, dance with me

I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that you're feeling me
And I really want you to get close to me
So won't you dance with me, dance with me
My drop top's in the parking lot
And I'm gonna take you back to my spot
But we still got a little more time to rock
So won't you dance with me, dance with me

If you're sexy and you know it
Clap your hands
If you're sexy and you know it
Clap your hands
If you're sexy and you know it
And you really wanna show it
If you're sexy and you know it
Clap your hands, yeah

I see you looking at me
I can tell by your eyes that you're feeling me
And I really want you to get close to me
So won't you dance with me, dance with me
My drop top's in the parking lot
And I'm gonna take you back to my spot
But we still got a little more time to rock
So won't you dance with me, dance with me




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Aug 5, 2001 11:06 AM

Posted on Aug 4, 2001, 4:30 PM

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1 Minute Man (Video Version)

by Missy elliott f/ludacris & trina

Artist:Missy Elliot f/ludacris & trina
song: 1 Minute Man (video version)
album: this version not on the album
sent by: whatsyofantasy03@hotmail.cp (thanx yo)

[MISSY]
OOOOH i dont want i dont need i cant stand no minute
man i dont want no minute man
ooooh heres your chance be a man take my hand understand i dont want no minute man

[MISSY]
Boy ima make you love me make you want me
and ima give you some attention, tonight
now follow my intuitions, what your wishin
see ima keep you up all night for a long time
just start countin the ways

[chorus]
break me off show me what you got
cause i dont want no 1 minute man
break me off show me what you got
cause i dont want no 1 minute man
break me off show me what you got
cause i dont want no 1 minute man
break me off show me what you got
cause i dont want no..

[missy]
tonight ima give it to you throw it to you
i want you to come prepared oohh yeah (oh yes)
boy its been a long time crazy long time ,and that real
give it to me some more

[chorus]

[ludacris]
yeah uhh uhh
its time to set yo clock back bout as long as you can i stop daylight
im ludacris the maintenance man
get your oil changed , i check fluids and transmissions
you one minute FOOLS
you wonder why yall missin
on the back of milk cartons and theres no reward
no regards,
close but its no cigar
a hard head make a soft ass but a hard dick makes the sex last
i jump in pools and make a big splash
water overflowin so get your head right
its all in yo mind so keep your head tight
enough with tips and advice and thangs
im big dog havin women seein strips and thangs
they go to sleep start snorin countin sheep and shit
they so wet that they body starts to leak and shit
just cause im an ALL-NIGHTER shoot all fire
LUDACRIS balance and rotate All TIRES

[TRINA]
a yo you know lil mama aint with that quick shit
you gotta break me off and spend time and fuck it
1 minute 2 minutes 3 minutes
hell naw to please me you gotta sleep in it
i see you tryin to hook game and you play hard
but if i put this thing on you can you stay hard ?
if not you better keep your day job
cause im lookin for a man to make me say "GOD"
im off glass and you know this
I`ll work your ass out like arobics
so baby stay focused
start off slow then speed it up
baby show me what you got is you a "G" or what
if you cant BEAT it up then EAT it up
put a cherry on top whip cream it up WHAT!

[CHORUS]
break me off show me what you got
cause i dont want no 1 minute man
break me off show me what you got
cause i dont want no 1 minute man
break me off show me what you got
cause i dont want no 1 minute man



    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Aug 4, 2001 4:06 PM

Posted on Aug 3, 2001, 7:22 PM

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So Fresh, So Clean (Remix)

by Outkast f/ Snoop Dogg

Artist: Outkast f/ Smitty Brown, Snoop Dogg
Album: So Fresh, So Clean 12"
Song: So Fresh, So Clean (Remix)
Typed by: sergio@miapimps.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[Smitty Brown]
Outkast, Snoop Dogg, Smitty Brown

[Chorus]
Ching-a-Ling, the ride is on me, cuz
Ching-a-Ling, we're so fresh so clean
Ching-a-Ling, we always make a seen, cuz we'ere
Ching-a-Ling, so fresh so clean
Ching-a-Ling, I been doin things now
Ching-a-Ling, so fresh so clean
Ching-a-Ling, the light stays green now
Ching-a-Ling, so fresh so clean

[Smitty Brown]
Here I am, you know it's me
The focused-out brotha with the pinky ring
People stare, women scream
Cuz they never seen a brotha be so clean
Gangstah hair, minks to match
Glass half full just sippin now
Big Snoop Dogg bout to fuck you up
Me and Outkast just lay in the back
In the Cadillac, grillin tag
Purple-blue gators, and belts to match

[Andre 3000] (Smitty Brown)
Some people play crazy, some people play like they sane
It doesnt matter (play in the rain) we always play in the rain
Too much of data can make the mind overload
Scramble all logic not even you can decode
(Where are we going, can we slip and we slide?)
It doesnt matter just shut the fuck up and ride
I am, a multi-pimp, so fresh so clean
rimp rimp rimp
In a .. (Cadillac, grillin tag)
(Purple-blue gators, and belts to match)

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg] (Smitty Brown)
I woke up early on my birthday, pimpin in the worst way
Never come in last place, usually come in first place
First they chase me, lace me, and taste me
Kick me some brandi, keg me and lace me
Face me, look at me, now tell me what you lookin at
a P-I-M-P, and wind-tips stacey's
Latetly, hate me, is all that they could triple with
Know them niggas best to hit, that I'm the ones to kick it with
Runnin high, tell a lie, watch the P I stay outside
O-U-T-hills now, dirty see I still slide
The bitches love the way we ride
So if you aint a big dogg, then I suggest you stay in cells now
I be, G S-N-double-O-P, E-S L-B-C you feel me
You cant sell me, tell me silly gilly hilly billy
??, While I slide in the 6-9
(Cadillac, grillin tag)
(Purple-blue gators, and belts to match)

[Big Boi] (Smitty Brown)
To the window's to the wall's, to the bathroom nigga dont fall
The cast gone keep on bumpin and dumpin, to post up on all of y'all
Got my nigga Snoop Dogg, L-B-C
Cali-park, E-P-T, on the remix 'cept we keep on sellin rims
Tip and wind tip, like a boss pimp, not a boss pimp
Cuz I, (So fresh so clean), wearin hard shoes, or not at all I
(Live, walk with a lean), take godzilla and the gator from lake placid
Manifacturing in a fashion, mashin might be stabbin
You crabbin, your girl is stabbin and frabbin I'm snappin and trappin
Deba, depana, dashin, all I need is a konjac, and a cold cold cola
Splashin, smooth serious smashin, multi-rubels matching
Toot that bootie, I'ma tote the horn, I'm a player
Every time they ask me am I (Cadillac, grillin tag)
(Purple-blue gators, and belts to match)
Two times, (Cadillac, grillin tag)
(Purple-blue gators, and belts to match)

[Chorus]


Posted on Aug 1, 2001, 9:04 PM

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Hate Blood

by Jermaine Dupri f/ Jadakiss

Artist: Jermaine Dupri f/ Freeway, Jadakiss
Album: Hate Blood 12"
Song: Hate Blood
Typed & used WITH THE PERMISSION of: Ghettofabulous98@hotmail.com

[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!


Posted on Jul 29, 2001, 6:51 PM

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5, Deuce, 4, Tre

by Backbone

Artist: Backbone
Album: Concrete Law
Song: 5, Deuce, 4, Tre
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

In background of hook: {Hey, hey, hey, hey}

[Hook]
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre (I'm Mr. Fat Face)
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty (somebody better tell 'em)
I'm still buckin' like five, deuce, four, tre (I'm Mr. Fat Face)
I come through swervin' (somebody better tell 'em)

[Verse 1]
I'm border, grit on that killer
They call it Front Street, know about it nigga
He work the concretes 'til break daylight
You see him post up in the cut, how many?
I ain't servin' nothin' but pure products
I swerk that walk, qoute that slang, choke that thang
I'm talkin' 'bout "I ain't dressin'", nothin' but pain
Keep the Cheverolet funked out
I ain't fuckin' witcha girl 'less y'all trunked out
I come through, tear that ass up
Whippin' new grain and he all glassed up
You see us swervin' on some seventeen-nines
Mr. F.F., I'ma stay bright everytime

[Hook]

[Verse 2]
Talk a dollar outta dime, drinkin' liq wit lime
Pull out sideways and leave these suckas from the line
Over time, like ten 'til, see 'em grin with the grill
Superclean see a gleam through the windsheild
It's everyday like the clock tick
Hit me with some super thick up in the cockpit
It's off limits baby, you see the handstiched material
Workin' the original interial
Up in a coma, get he and Bean up out the trunk
I step on stage and get the whole place crunk
Always garuntee freind-shh y'all
You shoulda rocked the microphone to this, y'all
Yes sir, hold on, hold the dice
Set these down, then I'm gone
One more shot cause I'm on tonight
I shook another fifty-two
Now tell me what do they wants to do?

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I supply these motherfuckers with the right dosage
Now hear, bust it open, get it smokin', that's him
Sack it up and watch it jump out the gym
Shorty told you what it is when you come through here
This sucker emcee say he lookin' for me
Tell him, ain't nothin' nigga, is you the police
When I put the mic down they say they found residue
And the laws wanna charge me for verbal abuse
Blow smoke up out the roof, cause they ain't got no proof
Six-eights, skate Decatur, they ass through, I'm sayin'
Go getcha ass bread, ya undertsand
Man these niggas think I'm playin'
(Man they boy for real)

[Hook]

{*scratching*}
Five, deuce, four, tre
Shawt, shawty

(repeat to fade)


Posted on Jul 27, 2001, 12:11 AM

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Bootylicious (Remix)

by Destiny's Child f/ Missy

Artist: Destiny's Child
Album: MTV's Hip Hopera Soundtrack: Carmen
Title: Bootylicious (Rockwilder Remix)
SENT BY: ghettolova2k@hotmail.com


feat. Missy

Kelly can you handle this
Michelle can you handle this
Beyonce can you handle this
I don't think they can handle this
My boy roc can you handle this
My girl missy can you handle this
DC can you handle this
My ghettos you cant handle

(Kelly)
Barely move, we've arrived
Lookin sexy, lookin fly
Baddest chick, chick inside
DJ, jam tonight
Spotted me a tender thang
There you are, come on baby
Don't you wanna dance with me
Can you handle, handle me

(Beyonce)
You gotta do much better if you gone dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly if you gone dance with me tonight
I don't think they ready for that jelly for them boys
I don't think they ready for that jelly for them boys
I don't think they ready for that jelly
Beyonce, Michelle, and Kelly its time for take off

[chorus repeat 2x]
I don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this jelly
I don't think you ready for this
Cause my body too bootylicious for ya babe

[Bridge]
I shake my jelly at every chance
When I whip with my hips you slip into a trance
I'm hoping you can handle all this jelly that I have
Now let's cut a rug while we shake our

(Kelly)
I'm about to break you off
H-town goin hard
Lead my hips, slap my thighs
Swing my hair, square my eyes
Lookin hot, smellin good
Groovin like I'm from the hood
Look over my shoulder, I blow you a kiss
Can you handle, handle this

(Beyonce)
You gotta do much better if you gone dance with me tonight
You gotta work your jelly if you gone dance with me tonight
Read my lips carefully if you like what you see
Move, groove, prove you can hang with me
By the looks I got you shook up and scared of me
Hook up your seatbelt, it's time for takeoff

[chorus repeat 2x]

(Missy)
You're not ready
How many times did I say y'all not ready
Watch my booty shake like a fat ladies' belly
My style so stank I better bank u gon' smell
Aww u smell me, smells like money
When I come runnin whoa
Missy keep em comin whoa
Rockwilder drum drummin
Destiny got the whole world freakin' somethin now
We killin' somethin
Somebody betta warn y'all
Be, Michelle, and Kelly puttin that jelly on yall
Rockin missy be hot like california
Won't ya sing the hook uh why dont cha

[Hook]
Move your body up and down
Make your booty touch the ground
I can't help but wonder why
Is my vibe too vibealacious for you, babe

[chorus repeat 3x until fade]





    
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Posted on Jul 26, 2001, 1:33 PM

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Hard Time Hustlin'

by Krayzie Bone

Artist: Krayzie Bone
Album: Thug On Da Line
Song: Hard Time Hustlin' *
Typed by: Cashmoneyrec2001@cs.com
sent by:rassfan@hotmail.com

* first single (send corrections to the typist)

(Krayzie - repeat 4X)
We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin

(Chorus)
Mama been laid off
She ain't workin no mo'
Papa been laid off
He say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off
He been locked down for more than two years now

(Verse 1: Krayzie)
My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god!
Mama mad at pops cause he ain't workin
But today she lost her job
Now what in the fuck is we suppose to do?
We on our last loaf of bread
Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?
And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for dough
Mama say when they come knockin
y'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floor
Kind of hard to see att night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shit
No gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relative
Man, it feels like I ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let go
I'm livin to die it seems I just can't win
Now I'm high, but I'm stopin to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin
(Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinkin like I'm grown up
I got some problems, plus I need some money
And it's really all because...

(Chorus)

(Verse 2: Krayzie)
Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it
Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn diploma
But on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yay
Nigga, If business keep going this way me and my family is fin to be straight
I'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me
Bought me a double up, now it's all about comin up
I'ma pay ya back next week
Repeat, took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks, y'all
And it's my first time I'm lowin, watchin for cop cars
By the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocks
I'm trippin out lookin' at all the dough I got
I shoulda been came a sold the block and locked it
Made me some profits, so nigga tonight my people gonna be eatin on lobster
Hate to say it, but I think these streets done really created a monster
Cause now that I see how quick I can come about breakin the law
Why in the hell is you steady tellin me to go and get a job?
Fuck that, nigga this my thing right now I know
I'm walkin home happy, smilin, and I ain't even thinkin about...

(Chorus: repeat 2x)

(Verse 3: Krayzie)
Business was boomin so a nigga assuming I could do some improving
Like new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac Coupe, I'm out here doin it
Got me a cold ass broad, and that's something I never had
But I'm never mad cause I done snagged one bad one with my young ass
Once I turned 18 it was on
But my brother started writing home, tellin me to leave this shit alone
I say, what? nigga, he don't know that I'm too deep in this
I'm livin and breathin the street shit
And if I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your books
Look, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute I promise I will
As soon as I finished this last load
I'ma drop the dice after this last roll
Little did he know, I got no intentions on leavin this shit here
I'm feelin to get rich here
When you get out, you'll have some shit here if you still care
Made enough money to move my moms and pops to a new pad
They was suspicious, but they ain't trippin
cause this more shit than we ever had
But shit went bad six in the morning crashing through my door was the Feds
And they want that bread we want you, and I'm like ooh! (shit)
Shoulda listened to my brother, huh?
But I'm like fuck it now
Mama got to buggin out when them po po got to cuffin pops
Now I'm in the courtroom when that asked me how I plea
I tell the judge straight up, I've been havin problems and it's all because...

(Chorus til fade)


Posted on Jul 24, 2001, 5:09 PM

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That's Kool (Remix)

by Lil' Romeo f/ Silkk the Shocker &Trina

Artist: Lil' Romeo f/ Little D, Silkk the Shocker, Trina
Album: Lil' Romeo
Song: That's Kool (Remix)
Typed by: lilcee72@hotmail.com
SENT BY: rassfan@hotmail.com

(Silkk Talking)
Come on y'all East Coast, West Coast, South

(Silkk/Romeo Talking)
[S] Lil' Romeo
[R] Silkk the Shocker
[R] Soulja Music
[S] You know what we bout boy
[R] Yah you know

(Master-P Talking)
We gone remix this for the little ones

(Romeo/Silkk)
[S] Where my souljas at
[R] What!! What!!
[S] Where my whordies at
[R] What!! What!!
[S] Bounce, shake
[R] Lets do this!!

(Lil' Romeo)
Throw your hands up, from my circle yard stand up
Get crunk, everybody keep dem hands up
Scream loud, this is the time to me rowd
Ima rock it til the music go off, please be proud
Stop playin, I want to see you shout anyway
Throw dem bows, off da wall, its a special occasion
Get yo dance on, wild out before the last song
Graba shawty, get crunk wit ya mask on
Ride quicker, and get on thee floor
I wanna see you do it like you never did it before
This the remix so you know I'm gone ball
Me and uncle Silkk came to spit it for y'all
Girls if you bout it, then get off the wall
Make em' bounce to the music ma give it your all
Party in, and party out right at da mall
If you got problems at the door then give me a call

(Chorus/Silkk/Romeo/Trina)
[S] Need somebody with some do
[T] That's kool
[S] Who gone keep it on the low
[T] That's kool
[S] Who gone do you right
[T] That's kool
[S] Need a soulja in your life that's right
[R] Need a shawty with some ends
[T] That's Kool
[R] Baby hummers, baby benz
[T] That's kool
[R] No Limit gear for your friends
[T] That's Kool
[R] Write your number here's a pen
[T] That's Kool

(Silkk the Shocker)
Who you know can go (Poof)and buy the mall at
Room to small tear the walls out
Shop til you drop mean shop til you fall out
You know how No Limit do go all out
Aint my fault, we gotta get cash
Aint my fault, ride bently and jag
Flashy type, like how we gone miss
Cause I got the baddest chick (Lil' Romeo:and I got her lil sister)
Silkk and Rome you know we stay off da chain
Concert pack you know they gone be screamin our name
Miller boyz look its all the same
If you love us or hate us its all a game
Say she heard about me and love that I ball
Love my height, she love that I'm tall
Then step one, now its time for step two
How can I ever go broke when I can borrow a million from my nephew

(Chorus)

(Lil' Romeo)
Still clubin the party aint over
We still jumpin, still bumpin, look at the forms still pumpin
Music so loud in here you scare somethin
D doogg where you at let me here somethin

(Little D)
Right here in my No Limit gear hands in da air
To all my younggins tank doggs is full up in here
Were da girls at holla back loud in ya ear
Make way for the kids wordy dis is our year

(Lil' Romeo)
Walkin in threw it like it aint ever been done
y'all to serious loosin up you gotta have fun
Love music been bouncin ever since I was one
Lil' Rome soulja music another one huh

(Little D)
My homeboy is down its apart of the show
Meet me at the playground at a quarter to four
Mom said its all good she said I can go
It's on too wit me when you ready to roll

(Chorus)

(Silkk/Romeo)
Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Blaaaa stick it, ha ha ha stick it
Shake it, shake it, pop it, pop it, break it, break it
Twerk somethin (Twerk somethin)
Work somethin (Work somethin)
Keep it jumpin but dont hurt nothin (hurt nothin)
North, south, east, west (soulja)
North, south, east, west (Silkk the Shocker, Romeo)
No Limit, No Limit, bounce, bounce
Next level (Rolex's all kind of bezels)
That's All!!


Posted on Jul 24, 2001, 5:08 PM

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Batter Up

by Nelly & St. Lunatics

Artist: Nelly & St. Lunatics
SONG: Batter Up
SENT BY: rassfan@hotmail.com

(Hook)
I say the fish don't fry in the kitchen
Beans don't burn on the grill
It took a whole lot of cheerin
Just to get up that hill
But now we're up in the big league
My dirty it's our turn at bat
And just as long as we livin as Lunatics playa
It ain't nothin wrong with that, batter up

I'm the first to swing
I'ma run with that give-me-what-you-got thing, hot wings
Fuck a duck, smoke an ounce, show me love
Hit the club, ??? love, holla what
I put my mack down, she through a curve ball
She ??? ??? smoke that herb
Got some Nelly ??
She tip-top 'em, Optimo
First base, god livin like a worse race
First chase, throw yo people and yo kind
Second lesson, smoke that herb and clear yo mind
It's about time, second base wisdom rhyme
Hittin strong, skipped third base and headed home
Third baseman just don't understand baby what the bomb
What the fuck wrong, with this world today
With these girls today, diamonds and pearls the way
You wasn't fuckin with me, leave, for the wrap this in my seed
Now you stays on yo knees 'cause we's be in the big league
'Cause we's be in the big leauge

(Hook)

(Nelly)
Well you should see me now, I'm eatin Wheaties now
I'm stealin second and third and lookin home peepin greedy now
See me now, people call me speedy now
Known for runnin the quickest miles, gettin runnin anytime, hear me ???
Rules 'for I hit it, split it, lick it and quit it
And hit it, lick it, did I say lick it, (yeah) fuck it, lick it
Ain't no shame in my game, I know my shit ain't my thing
If I ??? with my dick then put your mouth on my brains
I maintain through the atmosphere, what we got here
A sucka infare, hear the roars and the cheers
>From the crowd when I take the mile, let me show 'em how
Hit the ball on the ground and make 'em get down

(Hook)

I want my name not, not said to scream
I went from fantasies to dreams, from dreams to bigger things
I'm like Bennet I been in it since, '93
You can tell 'cause my L ain't no 90 degrees
I'm a sixteen year-old school boy, platinum skills
Swear to tell the real, the whole real to make a mil
I lie little but still, talk straight up like motto
I could tell you somethin now, you think twice about it tomorrow
I promise, I gets deeper than fire cabinets when rappin
Money, money, money, money what's happenin
I'm comin up like family members in basements, and I stay bent
Make a milli to play with, buy a building you can pay me
And the 'tic is who I came with
You know how we do, we do, we do, we do, we do, we do

(Hook)




Posted on Jul 23, 2001, 12:31 PM

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I'm a Thug

by Trick Daddy

Artist: Trick Daddy
Album: Thugs Are Us
Song: I'm a Thug
Typed by: i2ockbotm@aol.com
semt by: rassfan@hotmail.com

[CHORUS 1X]
I don't know what this world's gonna bring
But I know one thing that this is the life for me
Baby cause I'm a thug
All day every day
Baby cause I'm a thug
Wouldn't change for the world
Uh huh cause I'm a thug
That's right you heard
Baby cause I'm a thug
Uh huh oh yeah

[TRICK DADDY]
(check it out)
Could it be my baggy jeans
Or my gold teeth
That make me different from ya'll
Ain't trippin dog
But listen dog
I've been raised a little different dog
I'm just doing my thang
These are my ghetto slangs
And I'm representing thug shit
This who I roll with
Watch them niggas that's gonna love this
Niggas who out on bond
On the run
Got 10 years on parole
Since you can't say it dog I'ma say it for ya'll
Motherfuck the po-po's
Fuck the judge and CEO's
Fuck the DA and PO's
Fuck the family of the victim
Witness that's snitchin ass hoes nigga

[CHORUS 1X]

[TRICK DADDY]
See I'm so tight
Niggas be like
That nigga got so many hoes
And I know he got clout
Look at his mouth
That nigga got so many golds
Niggas be tellin they hoes
To set em up with that nigga
Bitch I've been watch you watchin him
You must wanna fuck this nigga
My name alone
Been known to break up happy homes
No disrespect dog but you aint have no business Answering her phone
If your ass wasn't home
Me and her been get get gettin it on
And you couldn't have been hitting her right
Cause every second night she been hitting the phones
She want a thug

[CHORUS 1X]

[TRICK DADDY]
Since ya'll niggas wanna smoke the blunts
tote the guns
I'ma show you how to thug it dog
Give me half a pill
And some zephanyll
And I'm like fuck it dog
As long as my extasy got the best of me
And none of you niggas aint stressin me
I got one request in this bitch
You can have the rest of this shit
If a nigga drop some shit
And it's wack as hell
And don't make no damn sense
Take it back
Talk about it
And tell your dog don't even buy that shit
And I don't care who he is
Or where he from
I represent thug shit
And you ain't gotta give me my props
Or nominate me
Cause dammit I love this

[CHORUS 2X]


Posted on Jul 23, 2001, 12:28 PM

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Pov City Anthem

by Cadillac Tah

Artist: Cadillac Tah (Tah Murdah)
Album: The Fast and the Furious soundtrack
Song: Pov City Anthem
Typed by: cArMeLfLaVaDeLiGhT@hotmail.com
SENT BY: rassfan@hotmail.com

{*phone rings and phone lady talks*}
Hello, "Tah Murdah" has a message for (??)
To accept the message, press one
To cancel the message {*phone button pushed*}
Tah Murdah 2001 Murda I.N.C. motherfucker
Mr. Fingaz got beats

[Cadillac Tah]
Uhhahhhhh.. gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
MURDA! MURDA! - gangsta, gangsta
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin about? - gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh - gangsta, gangsta
Uhh, uhh, uhh (Yeah) This is how we do - gangsta, gangsta
(Yeah, 2001) - gangsta, gangsta
2001 nigga, check this shit - gangsta, gangsta

[Verse One]
Now everybody just BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
My Pov City hustlers, BOUNCE! BOUNCE!
All my hood slimies, and Prada mamis
See how we fall off in the club, its nuttin but love
Plenty bottles of skimy twisted and stick bud
And it fifty-fifty love, all across the board dog
Gully respect Gully never floss for broads
or, get out of my character when she back it up
And after somethin good performs, I'll have you get up on it
Ma, I'll give it how you want it, make you a new lady
Coke'll open her crazy, now all day she two way me
Type of shit like "ohh baby", everything you do is gravy
And models I'm hittin lately, so all you can do is hate me
Stare me down and screw face me, hype ya man up to lace me
C'mon, all y'all buttersoft, sweeter then tasties
My hands grip two hammers, double action
Prime time, nigga minus the actin

[Chorus]
NOW GET YA MUTHAFUCKIN HANDS UP! High, touch the sky
And if you holdin weight, nigga get it up
Mamis in the club lookin right; oh you ain't spendin the night?
Give her the pin number, mami hit me up
We can SkyTel tag until I get you in the back of the Jag
After we burn a bag, I'ma hit the guts
Oh you a baller? Then ball to this
My pimps, gangstas, and dogs I ain't mad at you player, play on

[Verse Two]
Now hear me holla out GANGSTA, GANGSTA
PAPER CHASER - I love the cake
And petit mamis with the coke bottle shape
So keep shakin that money maker, ma-ma I can't hate ya
Its a cold world, ol' girl - so take advice from a pimp
What I'm spittin is venomus ism listen
When the chrome rims glistenin, on the 'llac truck
Traffic get backed up - we in this, cloud of smoke from spinach
Niggaz ain't big enough to go some rounds or minutes
I'm heavyweight, and I ain't speakin bought pounds in fitness
Use to spit off for sport but now its business
When you see me holla like you know me and I ain't scared homie
Picked up the mic, and put down the gats and yo
Now I rap and blow, with a fire acid flow
You know, and dog I ain't gotta repeat it
Right in front of ya eyes, ya see it, the best kept secret

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
Now everybody just (ride..)
If you sittin on dubs, in that big body rollin a bud
Then get (high..) uhh, get it crunk
(Murda.. gangster love)
Now you know its only right and necessary
that I smash Freddy, after spittin heavy - bars
Methaphors god, my shit is deadly
Swift and better believe I'm focused now
Feed you to the vultures, murderous poster child
Click, clak, BLAOW! The pound sure to drop
Then catch me full of that hall or, blowin on them poppers
But love, livin and, love them, thug, women
who will hustle and grind when its hard times
Playa, we came in this game with no gimmicks
You're finished, diminshed ya frame get holes in it
Straight business and +No Limits+, like Master P
So if you bout that, scrilla my nilla then stack them cheese
And twist up, burn the vanilla dutch, we live it up
No bread, dick and Big Red we givin sluts
I'm just a villian, willin to kill for that pot of gold
You gotta know, its all for the dough

[Chorus]

[Cadillac Tah]
Yeah, its a playa event nigga
All my players ya heard me
Pov City nigga, yeah, uhh
Heart of the grungy, cheddar boys, mercy
Yeah, it's goin down nigga
2001, murda, murda
Uh, uh, gangsta, gangsta..
C-LIFE!!!


Posted on Jul 17, 2001, 11:49 AM

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Please Don't Mind

by Philly's Most Wanted

Artist: Philly's Most Wanted
Album: Please Don't Mind 12"
Song: Please Don't Mind
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

You could turn the mic down a lil' bit
C'mon, with the hands, yeah see
{*both talking*}

[Boobonic]
Excuse me bitch what's your name
Couple dollars ain't it so what's your game
Known fact cause I'm gettin' the cash
Don't dance face to face, bitch gimme the ass
I'll help you out if you had a long day
Dick like, good advice, it could go a long way
Front, cause I knocked cha'll down
I could remodel homes, I knock walls down
I'm wit all, that shit y'all
Talk about, oh what I don't hit raw
Naw, you could flow like a bank hold up
Have I ever loved a chick lemme think, hold up
No, I'm all about the dough
He shouldn't give a fuck if it's not your hoe
Oh, that hatin' shit you did, ain't done us
Playas and we get more head then new hundreds

[Chorus]
Please don't mind, how I pursue
Don't take it personal girl it's how thugs do
Let's get fly, sit for a few
And after that let's go and crush in you

[Mr.]
Yo, let me tell you how I pursue
Spit game in they ear, and it's proper too
Say we stayin' at the Fount with Blue
I'ma ball every day, spend a grand or two (psyche)
Hit the beach, forget the sheets
Get it down right there, chick touch your feet
Loc roll, that's so much game
Y'all think y'all know my aim
That's a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame
And it ain't got no change
Chick listen up, want dick or what?
Take that, that's the only thing I'm givin' up
Only sent, it's the dream that your 'gone get
Hit for free, then Boo 'gone hit
No they not like M-O dot
I hit, touch base, and ball like White Sox

[Chorus - 2x]

[Boobonic]
Look around dawg, what you see nigga
Whole lotta model bitches then me nigga
Me and Don in a drop and this pearl
With jewels so sick make niggaz wanna hurl
Do it look like I care that's your girl?
She diggin' me, and love that I'm all the way ferl
You talkin' shit, don't concern her
If I fuckin' go, hit more bitches than Ike Turner

[Mr.]
I send 'em home in the cab to tell
I play 'em more high notes than Patti Lavelle (plus)
You gel, heavywear at (and)
Got ice and your bezie wear that
Y'all doozers are strictly losers
We 'gone blow bright like bulbs and fuses
Tell your man he better slow his role
Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul

[Chorus - 4x]


Posted on Jul 16, 2001, 1:25 PM

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Bad Boy for Life

by P. Diddy f/ Black Rob &....

Artist: P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) f/ Black Rob, Mark Curry
Album: The Saga Continues...
Song: Bad Boy For Life
Typed by: Uptownkilla181@aol.com

[P. Diddy]
Aiyyo, you ready?
Let's do it {*music starts*}
Mmm, yeah, uhh..
Yeah, uhh.. c'mon

I'm the definition of, half man, half drugs
Ask the clubs, Bad Boy - that's whassup
After bucks, crush cruise after us
No gaze, we ain't laughin much
Nothin but big thangs, check the hitlist
How we twist shit, what change but the name?
We still here, you rockin wit the best
Don't worry if I write rhymes, I write checks (ahh!)
Who's the boss? Dudes is lost
Don't think cause I'm iced out, I'ma cool off
Who else but me? (who else?) And if you don't feel me
that mean you can't touch me, it's ugly, trust me
Get it right dawg, we ain't ever left
We just, moved in silence and rep to the death (yeah)
It's official, I survived what I been through
Y'all got drama, "The Saga Continues..."

[Chorus]
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life
We ain't, go-in nowhere, we ain't, goin nowhere
We can't be stopped now, cause it's Bad Boy for life

[Black Rob]
Aiyyo strait from the Harlem streets
I don't play, I push it down wit the Harlem Heat (uh-huh)
All a sudden niggaz got a problem wit me (Black, what happened?)
They run around actin like the black don't care eat
And you know what? (what?) For some strange reason (uhh)
I want this medication full of deranged eatin
For y'all to put the word out (c'mon, c'mon) we ain't leavin
We tryin to be rich before we do stop breathin
Then fall (what?) we kinda hustle lanes
Stay layin down on muscle games (c'mon)
Still turn niggaz dreams to flames (yeah)
You got the wire, if not I ain't sayin no more names
You soon expire; (heh) no pain (nuh-uh)
I feel remorse, the shit causes me and Diddy up first
Racin Porsches wit the beat swing vaul exhausters {*screeching*} (yeah)
On the cover of ya five (hehe) XXL's or (yeah) Source's (c'mon) bitch

[Chorus]

[Mark Curry]
Yeah, yeah, yo, yeah
It ain't shit changed, since the Notorious (We miss you B.I.G.)
See everything still glorious (yeah)
We still got Oreos, still be the victorious (that's right)
See it's a lot of them, but it's more of us
Still got cash to blow, raps that flow
Still them cats that know, pack ya flow
That's fo' sho', bottles that pop
Joints that rock, play the background
Hand 'em a jock, hold 'em a glock (hahaha)
Money to get (yeah), cars to flip (uhh)
Bars to sit at and sip Cogniac wit Jews that drink (c'mon)
Hoes to see (uhh), make sure they knowin it's me (they know ya shit)
Drop that beat, can't believe that I MC (haha)
Bad Boy 'til the casket drop (Bad Boy)
Gotta love it, place nuttin above it (nuttin)
It's on like that (c'mon), don't believe, we ain't goin like that
For always gonna be here (yeah), be there (uhh)
Every (what?) motherfuckers here!

[Chorus] - 2X

[P. Diddy over Chorus]
Bad Boy.. we ain't goin nowhere
Uh-huh.. uh-huh.. what?
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
For ever, and ever, and ever, and ever.. c'mon
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
We ain't goin nowhere.. we gon' stay right here
Yeah, uh-huh.. uh-huh, uh-huh
Cause it's Bad Boy for life!


Posted on Jul 16, 2001, 1:08 PM

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Someone To Call My Lover

by Janet Jackson

Artist: Janet Jackson
Album: All For You *
Title: Someone To Call My Lover
sent by: ghettolova2k@hotmail.com


Back on the road again
Feeling kinda lonely
And looking for the right guy
To be mine

Friends say I’m crazy cause
Easily I fall in love
You gotta do it different J
This time

Maybe we’ll meet at a bar
He’ll drive a funky car
Maybe we’ll meet at a club
And fall so deeply in love
He’ll tell me I’m the on
And we’ll have so much fun
I'll be the girl of his dreams maybe

Alright maybe gonna find him today
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on
Alright baby come in
Pass my way
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on

I E YI

I spoil them when I’m in love
Given them what they dream of
Sometimes it’s not a good thing
But I’m blind

I love hard with everything
Giving my all
More than they
I'll take my friends’ advice this time
I'll do it differently

Maybe we’ll meet at a bar
He’ll drive a funky car
Maybe we’ll meet at a club
And fall so deeply in love
He’ll tell me I’m the on
And we’ll have so much fun
I'll be the girl of his dreams maybe

Alright maybe gonna find him today
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on
Alright baby come in
Pass my way
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on

I E YI

My my
Looking for a guy guy
I don’t want him too shy
But he’s gotta have the qualities
That I like in a man
Strong, smart, affectionate
He’s gotta be all for me
And I'll be too
You see happily

Maybe we’ll meet at a bar
He’ll drive a funky car
Maybe we’ll meet at a club
And fall so deeply in love
He’ll tell me I’m the on
And we’ll have so much fun
I'll be the girl of his dreams maybe

Alright maybe gonna find him today
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on
Alright baby come in
Pass my way
I gotta get someone to call my lover
Yeah baby come on

I E YI




    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Jul 16, 2001 1:23 PM

Posted on Jul 15, 2001, 11:50 PM

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Real Estate (Radio Remix)

by Blak Twang

Artist: Blak Twang
Album: Real Estate 12"
Song: Real Estate (Radio Remix)
sent by: stevieb@hiphopist.com (THANX DAWG)

Yeah, yeah. Tanner's Hill in your area, ya nah mean? It's gettin' scarier.
The real estate.

[Livin' in the area]

Follow the ride...

Verse 1
-------

Oi! I'm in the house like a squatter, my gate's in New Cross
Home of the original muggers, psychopathic nutters
And plain clothes undercovers, crazy trainspotters
With grass cutters and choppers, eatin' sens' for supper
My premises is like the Nemesis at Alton Towers
Where chickens and cowards only get bloodbaths for showers
Dreads devour punanny punks by the hour
Sweet or sour, it's about respect, money and power
I live in SE8 on the run-down estate
With the highest unemployment rate and crime rate
My mind state reflects my manor, speak ghetto grammar
I used to rap at Black Hammer in my black bandana
And uh, on my estate I see love and hatred
You never know who's your bredren and who ain't your mate, dread
This is the reason that I trust no-one
White or black, break in my flat and get your neck snapped
While you're out graftin' for all your hard-earned pounds sterlin'
And dollar bills, man's drummin' your yard for your valuables
Your Bally shoes, down to the bottle of Malibu in your cupboard
Burglars'll leave you buggered for your chicken nuggets
Daylight robbery means exactly that
I've seen nuff man gettin' taxed and drapes for their papes
No escape, my estate is like Planet of the Apes
Where Puffa jackets with hoods replace the black capes

Chorus
------

(It's like that) When you're livin' in the area
(It's like this) When you're livin' in the area
(It's like that) When you're livin' in the area
[Livin' in the area] On the real estate

(It's like that) When you're livin' in the area
(It's like this) When you're livin' in the area
(It's like that) When you're livin' in the area
[Livin' in the area] On the real estate

Verse 2
-------

My environment contains scenes of graphic violence
Single-parental guidance means more sirens
Joyridin' with no provisional licence
Leaves cars capsizin' and more moments of silence
It's hell where I dwell, it ain't hard to smell
Some youths even sell drugs outside my doorbell
Welcome to the real estate where everything is lethal
People lookin' medieval, peepin' from curtains to see you
Illegal transactions makin' money, no taxin'
Income Support, can't afford food for thought
How could they expect your dole cheques to stretch for two weeks?
Tellin' people to Jobseek? I tell 'em kiss my butt cheeks
Most brains around my way won't even stay in school
They'd rather be in a cafe burnin' and playin' pool
Displayin' tools, disobeyin' rules and that
Makin' moves, bobbin' and weavin', robbin' and thievin' jewels

Repeat chorus

Verse 3
-------

Now some rest in peace, so let peace rest in you
But it's all about survival when you're livin' in the zoo
On the streets of South-East, reside with the beasts
Roam with creeps preyin' on defenceless OAP's
I walk around with a frown, I've got no time to be bound
And if you get tied down it could leave you with tears of a clown
Pound-for-pound I hold my own against the odds
Average bods shoot drugs but that shit's only for mugs
Amphetamines litter my staircase, spliffs litter my lifts
Bloody needles and shit in the pool of piss
This is the present state of most estates, mate, and it's unpleasant
Sounds depressin'? Shhh, listen what I'm stressin'
I'll take you on a guided tour, south of the border
Home of the poorer drug scorer holdin' the borer
Irrational ignorant fools with nothin' to lose
Ghetto bastards get plastered, mixin' whisky with brews

Repeat chorus

Outro
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Yeah, yeah... Stockwell Park Estate...Stonebridge...Broadwater Farm...
Baskerville residents...Tanner's Hill...





    
This message has been edited by tidepoetry on Jul 17, 2001 12:18 PM

Posted on Jul 14, 2001, 11:29 PM

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H to the Izzo

by Jay-Z

Artist: Jay-Z
Album: The Blueprint *
Song: H to the Izzo
Typed by: deephunk@aol.com

Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing...
(girls singing)
H to the izz-O...V to the izz-A...

Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the 8th wonder of the world
The flow o' the century...oh it's timeless...HOVE!
Thanks for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world, but you're here with me
I appreciate that...uuunnnh...

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin' em in the home o' the turbans
Got it dirt cheap for them
Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them
Boy and we...got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers I was burpin' em
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy my neezy keep my arms so greasy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me
Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof...vamoose son of a bitch

CHORUS
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands up
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya'll got-ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem get'cha damn hands UP!

Holla at me...
I do this for my culture
To let 'em know what a nigga look like...when a nigga in a roaster
Show 'em how to move in a room full 'o vultures
Industry shady it need to be taken over
Label owners hate me I'm raisin' the status quo up
I'm overchargin' niggaz for what they did to the Cold Crush
Pay us like you owe us for all the years that you hold us
We can talk, but money talks so talk mo' bucks

CHORUS

Yeah...
Hove is back, life stories told through rap
Niggaz actin' like I sold you crack
Like I told you sell drugs...no...
Hove did that so hopefully you won't have to go through that
I was raised in the pro-jects, roaches and rats
Smokers out back, sellin' they mama's sofa
Lookouts on the corner, focused on the ave
Ladies in the window, focused on the kinfolk
Me under a lamp post, why I got my hand closed?
Cracks in my palm, watchin' the long arm o' the law
So you know I seen it all before
I seen hoop dreams deflate like a true fiend's weight
To try and to fail, the two things I hate
Succeed in this rap game, the two things is great
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
What else can I say about dude, I gets bizzay

CHORUS

(girls singing)
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A... (4x to fade out)


Posted on Jul 12, 2001, 3:24 PM

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Area Codes

by Ludacris f/ Nate Dogg

Artist: Ludacris f/ Nate Dogg
Album: Rush Hour 2 Soundtrack
Song: Area Codes
Typed by: ruffryda088@hotmail.com

Chorus: Nate Dogg

I've got hoes (I've got hoes)
In different area codes (area) area codes (codes)
Hoes (hoes..hoes) in different area codes (area) area codes (codes)

[Ludacris]
Now you thought I was just somethin' somethin' no
In 4-0-4, I'm worldwide GET, act like y'all don't know
It's the abominabol-hoe man
Globe-trot international post man
Neighbor-dick dope man
7-1-8s, 2-0-2's
I send small cities and states I-O-U's
9-0-1, matter fact 3-0-5
I'll jump off the G4, we can meet outside
So control your hormones and keep your drawers on
'Til I close the door and I'm jumping your bones
3-1-2's, 3-1-3's (oh), 2-1-5's, 8-0-tree's (oh)
Read your horoscope and eat some horderves
Ten on pump one, these hoes is self serve
7-5-7, 4-1-0's, my cell phone just overloads

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Now everyday is a hol-i-day
So stop the violence and put the 4-4 away, skeet shoot a hoe today
5-0-4, 9-7-2's
7-1-tree, whatcha gon' do?
You checkin up the scene, I'm checkin a hoe tonight
With perpendicular, vehicular homicide
3-1-4, 2-0-1 (hey)
Too much green, too much fun (hey)
I bang cock in Bangkok
Can't stop, I turn and hit the same spot
Think not, I'm the thriller in Manilla
Schlong in Hong Kong
Pimp 'em like Bishop, Magic, Don Juan
Man after Henny with a coke and a smile
I just pick up the motherfuckin' phone and dial
I got my condoms in a big ass sack
I'm slangin' this dick like a New Jack (biatch)

[Nate Dogg]
Is it cuz they like my gangsta walk? (gangsta walk)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta talk? (gangsta talk..ohh)
Is it cuz they like my handsome face? (handsome face)
Is it cuz they like my gangsta ways? (gangsta ways..ohh)
Whatever it is, they love it
And they just won't let me be
I handles my biz, don't rush me (area)
Just relax and let me be free (codes)
Whenever I call (I call), come runnin'
2-1-2 or 2-1-3
You know that I ball (I ball) stop frontin'
'For I call my substitute Free

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
9-1-6, 4-1-5, 7-0-4
Shout out to the 2-0-6
Everybody in the 8-0-8
Ha-ah, 2-1-6, 7-0-2, 4-1-4
3-1-7, 2-1-4's and the 2-8-1's
3-3-4, 2-0-5, I see ya
Uh-uh, 3-1-8, 6-0-1's, 2-0-tree
8-0-4, 4-0-2, 3-0-1
9-0-4, 4-0-7, 8-5-0
7-0-8, 5-0-2
And different area codes..


Posted on Jul 12, 2001, 3:22 PM

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**Unreleased**

by Canibus

Artist: Canibus
Album: not on any major release
Song: Not titled
Typed by: wukillerb@hotmail.com


yo, yo, yo
This is hardcore, out of my heart's core
Principles, laws, equations, and formulas drawn on chalkboards
Generate thought forms quicker than Concordes
With onboard computers logged on to On Star
En garde, take ten steps and draw
I'm the law around these parts, respect it dog
Or you might spend a weekend in the county morgue
With an unsuitable coffin that's way too small
And a deacon blessing your body at a funeral
You get a 21 blunt salute, and life goes on
Gotta stay *positive*, focus on the protons
And post dope songs on mp3.com
As deep as a Tupac poem, I wish I got to know him
Both him and Big Poppa was the greatest, and know they gone
'What's Goin' On?' On my album, I'ma do a song
Who Shot Ya? Remix featuring Shyne and Sean
Before I battle total strangers
I make em sign disclaimers, that state they're aware of the danger
See, I might become overwhelmed with anger
Split your skull like a banana, and bludgeon your face with a hammer
You wanna rhyme? Fill out this W-9
Sign below the dotted line, now your publishing's mine
I gotta have your publishing rights, hang you upside down
See if you scared of heights, remember Vanilla Ice?
Ask Paradise if I'm nice
I took the train to Chambers Street and blacked out on his mixtape twice
Back in '95, I was a tiny guy
You could see the hunger in my eyes, I just wanted to rhyme
And I'm Still in my prime, Still chasing down what's mine
Still, like Dre, but Jay-Z ain't writing my rhymes
Quick to say hi, and quicker to say bye
Take a flick with some guys, and leave before the Polaroid dries
"He was standing here a minute ago," the brother replied
"With his mind on his money and his money on his mind"
Reflecting over the times when I was signed
Selling records for ten dollars, but only a dime was mine
What's the odds of rolling two dice with six sides each?
As if there's only 36 ways to die in these streets
There's a million ways to die at the absolute least
One of those ways is messing with the Beast from the East
Aka me, aka the capital C
Ripping the Jacker with Paradise on mp3
keep it locked y'all...


Posted on Jul 10, 2001, 12:38 PM

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Purple Hills (radio version)

by D12 w/ Eminem

Artist: Eminem & D12
Song: Purple Hills (clean version of Purple Pills)
Album: Devil's Night
typed by: Latinoheat70@hotmail.com
sent by: lionthemad@thegobe.com
The Unedited/album/real version of this song "Purple Pills" is on the next page of lyrics**



[Chorus]
I been so many places
I seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
Ive climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills

[Eminem]
Cool, calm, just like my mom
With a couple of lawsuits inside her palm
It's Mr. Mischief with a trick up his sleeve
To roll up on you like Christopher Reeves
I can't describe the vibe I get
When I drive by 6 people
And 5 I hit
Ah shhh..
I started a mosh pit
Squashed a chick
And lost the foster kids
This room make me hallucinate
Then I sweat till I start losing weight
Till I see dumb sh** start happenin'
Dumber than Vanilla Ice tryin to rap again
So bounce, bounce, c'mon bounce
I said c'mon bounce
Everybody in the house with a half an ounce
To the women in the thongs wit thier asses out
We don't bullshit, better ask around
D12 throws the bombest bash in town
Bizarre, your mom is crashing out
Get her on the couch while she passes out

[Kon Artist & Kuniva]
Fuck that, someone help Denaun
Who's upstairs wrestlin wit elton john
Hey Von
You see me steppin' on these leprechauns?
It's gonna be acid 'cos the X lax is gone
Yeah I took 'em all down with some parmesian
And I think my arm is gone
It's probably numb
Dumb, dumb, and fulla.....
And I think he 'bout to swallow his tongue
You scary ass it was false alarm
You think I'm 'bout to die when I just got on?
So stop acting stupid
You so high
That you might wake up with a guy
On some new.......
I think I did too much
I think i got the runs
Rolaids, Pepto, Anton
Watch out Here it comes

[Chorus]
I been so many places
I seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
Ive climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills

[Eminem]
Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some, something, something, something
I dont know..............

[Proof]
Pop pills
Pills are hot
Pop two pills
On stilts I walk
Snort two lines that were filled with chalk
Thought I was incredible and killed the hulk
I wanna, roll away
Like a rollerblade
Until my eyes roll back in my skull for days
And when I'm old and gray
Look for coke to smoke
No oki dok
I pack up my nose with smoke
cough cough cough
Am I supposed to choke?
Had an accident when the Trojan broke
Ahh, poor baby
Born by....lady
Now I gotta straight born infant
(You're crazy!)

[Swifty]
I take four shots at one time
And I don't need chase when I'm swallowing mine
(hey)Yall need a room?
Ay Bizarre attach back?
We can't go wrong
'Cos our car has flats
Why the hell you people think I rap?
cuz my momma taught me to push contracts
If you got the cash
Then hide it too
(Swift, chill)
Im just get by like you
And I don't give a damn if finally move
me and the crew the hell wit you too
i only need a three bucks and im cool
I just got some and I'm going back soon

[Chorus]
I been so many places
I seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
Ive climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills

[Bizarre]
I'm at rave
Looking like at a babe
Like she want it
Gin and tonic demonic
Body smelt like vomit
Lonely, crazy, dont be sexy, dopey headed guy
Whip Cream, dirty matresses
wanna try?
Blue hills, golden seals
Got Bizarre actin' ill
Drugs kill (yeah right)
chick I'm for real
Shut your mouth you dirty dirty
You know you want it in your...(what)
Ladies please dont fight
cuz im here all night

[Chorus]
I been so many places
I seen so many faces
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills
Ive climbed the highest mountain
Once or twice but who's countin'
But nothing compares
To these blue and yellow purple hills

[Eminem]
Dirty Dozen
80 of us
Shady brothers
Ladies love us
That's why our baby mothers
Love us but they hate each other
They probably wanna take each other out
And date each other
Some, something, something, something
I dont know

(harmonica plays)

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STL.

by St. Lunatics

Artist: St. Lunatics
Album: Free City
Song: S.T.L.
Typed & sent by: Kenneth_2001_@excite.com (thanx dawg)

(Nelly talking)
Check, check, check, yo, we here M-I-S-S-O-U-R-I
(The best out there dirty)
For sure, we gon' hold that down for St. Louis no doubt
My nigga Kyjuan gon' kick this shit out right here,
we the Lunatics, no doubt
We gon'...., they wildin, they don't know

(Kyjuan)
Ay yo
St. Louis is small but we still do it all
We hit the mall, we drink it all, we always gon' smoke it all
Get hit, we shake it off, at the club yellin "take it off"
My success is takin off, I'm always workin, never takin off
I done that, did that, who her? I dont hit that
Cats be trippin off them rats, I ain't really with that
Makes me wanna sit back, I relax and think back
To when I used to click-clack, makes me angry when I flash back
Mo, you should get back, I mean this, hang with the meanest
Remain the cleanest, always smoke the seedless greenest
You've seen this like reruns, pop-a-lock like reruns
St. Louis where we from, you ain't never heard a weak one

(Ali)
You got to stand up and get it together, roll with the punches, whatever
Get in our way, destroy ya, make you wish you had never, ever
Fucked with the real crazy, pyscho sick ??? lady
Sunnin so nut and shady, kid pass me the three-eighty
By my sack, cock and load it, this world I'm a rock and roll it
My business, you shouldn't a told it, to end I'm a forty-four
They switch guns and they go for show it, your pupils is dialating
This rap is so beautiful watch The Source give it higher ratings
The 'tics j-just can't be faded, to nothin that's star related
More than just duplicated, Kenjuana's to celebrated
Got damnit we finally made it, haters they gotta hate it
Bought my house off and finally paid it, often intoxicated
Just call me the Don-dotta, original rider, rider
Your mama just gotta, gotta, take her home and here "splatter, splatter"
Splatter, splatter, I'm from St. Louuuuuuuiiiiiie

(Chorus - St. Lunatics) 2x
S-T-L is where we stay, in the middle, no coast
Lyrics boastin with flight, what up hoe, I'm just your neighbor, what up
St. Louis' finest, keep a cover like Linus
Stop your ass up like sinus, congest ya 'til you learn your lesson, we blessin

(Murphy Lee)
Now you can find Murphy in a Jag, on a commercial
When at home in St. Louis, yo I's a walkin like Herschell
I be like (oh, oh, oh)
Wit' a pocket full of bus tickets, lookin at booties thinkin I must hit it
(EI!)
Why must I live like that, what you expect?
Young dude done paid bills with them advancement checks
Honeys screamin they want more than sex, I'm like "why me?"
??? take that Lex to like me
I be the young dude, Mr. drop a top a bubble Benny whipper
(What else nigga?)
A weed head slash Henny sipper
No I'm not ballin
I'm tryna' get it how I live and how I live is how I get that shit
I'm like nine-nine-nine-na-nine-nine-na-nine short of a mil ticket!
(Chachi'll take it) and say that Bill did it
But I'm a be real for real and deal wit' it
And get mine in the summertime like Will did

(Nelly)
What you thought I was gonna do, bitch and scream, fuck my dreams?
Walk off the team like Rodman?
Move the scene, nigga what you mean, not now playa I'm swabbin
I put four silver dollars up on a white castle out in Cochran
Get them things out and cock 'em, anything bubble I'm poppin
Anything stumble, I'm droppin, whatever you rollin, I'm toppin
And it's fully loaded, I'm coppin, wheww
No more slang rocks, I rock rocks, you duck cops, I cop drops
You buy cock, I buy stock, touch mine, you are not
I'm Rocafella with *hard knocks*, dome shots 'til I get popped
Used to ball on the blacktop now I balls on hardwood
With enough finance stability to finance a small hood
Call it Nellyville nigga, and guess who the mayor
My whole towns chronic'd out so we drug awurr
I'm playin truth or dare with dime pieces, and they nieces
Showin me there's more than one way that they can eat a Reeses
Can I repeat this, man, you niggas need to see this

(Chorus)




    
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It's Over

by Kurupt

Artist: Kurupt f/ Natina (Blaque)
Album: Space Boogie: Smoke Oddessey
Song: It's Over *
Typed by: ANTRA/Artemis Records

* first single

[INTRO: AD LIBS]
Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh
You think you was bad cause you had a Jag

[CHORUS]
It's over, it's over now,
Move over, it's my turn now,
It's over, the game's shut down,
Sorry.

It's over, it's over now,
Move over, it's my turn now,
It's over, the game's shut down,
Sorry.

[VERSE 1 - KURUPT]
I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs (I'm sorry)
You ain't got the Bentley with four doors
K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy
Recognize a real hit when you hear one
Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion
I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex
Bouncin to Jigga in California

CHORUS 2X

[VERSE 2 - NATINA]
It's the N-a-t-i, n- a you know the rest
Silly how frequently they contest
I done toured across the seas and been across the world
I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs
It's over, 'cause I'm bad to the bone
Leave a real diva to her own, alone
I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars
Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on

CHORUS 2X

[VERSE 3 - KURUPT]
Suckas
This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps
Don't make me remind you I stays VIP
Move over for all my dime piece
All of my G's hustlers and pimps
With shiny wrists, making money
cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss
Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard
One thing's for sure, G's hit the door
Tone and Poke know Natina does not play
when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say
Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill
From East coast to West the unforgettable skills
Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red
Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs
Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops
Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop

CHORUS 4X (AD LIBS ARE CLEAN)




    
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Contagious

by Ron Isley, R. Kelly & Chante Moore

Artist:Ron Isley A.K.A Mr. Biggs, R. Kelly & Chante Moore
Album: Eternal
Title: Contagious
sent by: Ghettolova

It's 2 a.m.
I'm just gettin' in
I'm 'bout to check my message
No one has called but my homies
And some bill collectors
Ya say ya love when somebody
Wants to borrow money
I two way her
She don't hit me back
Somethin' is funny
So I called her mother's house
And asked have she seen my baby
Roll my 6 around
Lookin for that missin' lady
Got back in turned the TV on
And caught the news
And I put my hand on my head
'Cause I'm so confused
HOOK:
And then I turned the TV down
'Cause I thought
I heard a squeaky sound
Somethings goin' on upstairs
'Cause I know
Nobody else lives here
Bomp, bomp, bomp
As I get closer to the stair-ways
All I hear
And the I hear my
Baby's voice, in my ear
Screamin' out

CHORUS:
You're contagious
Touch me baby
Give me what ya got
(And a man say)
Sexy lady
Drive me crazy
Drive me wild

I ran downstairs
Lookin' the closet
For that woo
Said a prayer
'Cause'only God knows
What I'm gonna do
What I saw
Was enough to drive
A creature wild
I'm in the hall
Contemplating now in
My own damn house
Who would have thought
She was creepin' with another man
The down-low happened
To me all over again

Repeat hook
Repeat chorus

What the hell is goin' on
Between the sheets in my home

(Chante Moore:)
Baby wait let me explain
Before you start
To flaunt your claim

Girl I'm about to have a fit

(R. Kelly:)
Oh it's about to
Be some sh*t
How did I get to this
Should have never came home
With this b****

Low-down dirty woman
Go back to where
You come from

(Chante Moore:)
But baby wait

But wait while
Hit the streets
Yo ass is grass

(R. Kelly:)
Mr Biggs before ya done

Wait how ya know my name son

(Chante Moore:)
Honey wait I was gonna tell ya

Move this cat looks real familiar
Now don't I know you from
Somewhere a long time ago

(R. Kelly:)
Nah, nah I don't think so

Yeah, yeah I feel
I know you brotha well

(R. Kelly:)
Nah, nah you mistaken me
For somebody else

(Chante Moore:)
Frank

Shut up
Can't you see twp men are talkin'

(Chante Moore:)
But

Thought I told ya as*
To get the walkin
Now I think ya'll betta
Leave this place
'Cause I'm about
To catch a case

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Just In Case

by Jaheim

Artist: Jaheim
Album: Ghetto Love
Title: Just In Case
sent by: ghettolova2k@hotmail.com

(Chorus)
Just in case I don’t make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have
So just in case

Think of how we made love almost anywhere
Haven’t I taken you almost everywhere
Think of all the things that, that we shared
And imagine me not there, oh...ooh...

Again you walk out, I stand around
Without you livin’
I’ll will share everything I’ve got
You can have it, baby, I’ll do much

I’ll do all I can
To keep you satisfied
So just in case
I don’t make it home tonight, baby

Just in case I don’t make it home tonight (No)
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby (Make
sweet love tonight)
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have (You’re all I have)
So just in case (So...)

Just in case I don’t make it home tonight (Just in
case)
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby (Just
in case, just in case)
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have (Ooh...)
So just in case (Yeah...yeah...)

Haven’t I made you feel so special
As your man I’ve held your hand, never letting go
Let you hold the keys to the Lex, huh, we’ll drive
Gave you all you need and want as long as I’m alive

Even from the heaven’s up above
I’ll shine out
Too much is never enough
Ooh, you’re all I want

Even when I’m gone
My love will carry on
It’s just as strong
So just in case

Just in case I don’t make it home tonight (I don’t
make it home, baby)
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
(Oh...ho...oh...ho...)
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have
So just in case (Oh...oh...oh...)

Just in case I don’t make it home tonight (Just in
case)
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby (Last
time, baby)
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have
So just in case (The last time, oh...oh...)

Baby, you know I love you
I’ll do anything in this whole world
You’re my anything, my everything, my wife, my queen
So if something happens to me
There’s something you need to know

Just in case I don’t make it home tonight
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby (I
love you, I love you)
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have
So just in case (I don’t make it home, I don’t make it
home, I want you to know)

Just in case I don’t make it home tonight (Just in
case)
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby
(You’re my heart, you’re my soul, girl, you make me
whole)
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have (That I have)
So just in case (Just in case, just in case, baby,
how...)

Just in case I don’t make it home tonight (Oh...oh...)
Let me make love to you for the last time, baby (Wanna
make love all night, all night)
Wanna cherish each moment that could last ‘cause baby,
you’re all that I have
So just in case









    
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Please Don't Mind

by Philly's Most Wanted

Artist: Philly's Most Wanted
Album: Please Don't Mind 12"
Song: Please Don't Mind (sorry for it taking so long)
Typed by: bootleg210@msn.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

You could turn the mic down a lil' bit
C'mon, with the hands, yeah see
{*both talking*}

[Boobonic]
Excuse me bitch what's your name
Couple dollars ain't it so what's your game
Known fact cause I'm gettin' the cash
Don't dance face to face, bitch gimme the ass
I'll help you out if you had a long day
Dick like, good advice, it could go a long way
Front, cause I knocked cha'll down
I could remodel homes, I knock walls down
I'm wit all, that shit y'all
Talk about, oh what I don't hit raw
Naw, you could flow like a bank hold up
Have I ever loved a chick lemme think, hold up
No, I'm all about the dough
He shouldn't give a fuck if it's not your hoe
Oh, that hatin' shit you did, ain't done us
Playas and we get more head then new hundreds

[Chorus]
Please don't mind, how I pursue
Don't take it personal girl it's how thugs do
Let's get fly, sit for a few
And after that let's go and crush in you

[Mr.]
Yo, let me tell you how I pursue
Spit game in they ear, and it's proper too
Say we stayin' at the Fount with Blue
I'ma ball every day, spend a grand or two (psyche)
Hit the beach, forget the sheets
Get it down right there, chick touch your feet
Loc roll, that's so much game
Y'all think y'all know my aim
That's a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame
And it ain't got no change
Chick listen up, want dick or what?
Take that, that's the only thing I'm givin' up
Only sent, it's the dream that your 'gone get
Hit for free, then Boo 'gone hit
No they not like M-O dot
I hit, touch base, and ball like White Sox

[Chorus - 2x]

[Boobonic]
Look around dawg, what you see nigga
Whole lotta model bitches then me nigga
Me and Don in a drop and this pearl
With you so sick make niggas wanna url
Do it look like I care that's your girl?
She diggin' me, and love that I'm all the way ferl
You talkin' shit, don't concern her
If I fuckin' go, hit more bitches than Ike Turner

[Mr.]
I send 'em home in the cab to tell
I play 'em more high notes than Patti Lavelle (plus)
You gel, heavywear at (and)
Got ice and your bezie wear that
Y'all doozers are strictly losers
We 'gone blow bright like bulbs and fuses
Tell your man he better slow his role
Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul

[Chorus - 4x]




    
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Set it Off

by Juvenile

Artist: Juvenile
Album: Set it Off 12"
Song: Set it Off
Typed by: IcebergRep757@cs.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

(Juvenile)
I'ma T.C. solja, New Orleans stunna
If a bitch leave me, I'ma take every thing from her
Leave while ya can, or ya mom will pick ya rum up
I'ma find me some new pussy, and buy me a Four-Runner
I walk wit a limp, cuz my nuts heavy
And I like it from tha back so hold your butt steady
I know I got some big lips, but I ain't trippin
Lil Momma I love pussy, but I ain't lickin
Now prepare yourself for some new dick'n
You don't want it girl?, you don't know what u missin
I'm tha baddest boss nigga walkin
You ain't heard I got a team of head busters waitin to give me tha work
I gotta few in tha East Coast, a few in tha West
Down-South to Mid-W, wassup to tha rest
Can't forget about tha ghetto, where they strugglin in debt
No matter what I do dawg, I love my set

[Hook (Juvenile)]
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka
Wodie, Wassup, Wodie, Wassup
Set It Off in this muthafucka

(Juvenile)
That Nig-gidty Nig-gidty Nile's in this bitch, get right
Fuck what u heard on tha streets, it's CMR for life
Still ridin on dubs, sippin brown and white
Jump stupid if u want, bitch we gone clown tonite
We got 25 choppers in tha V.I.P.
Fresh stylin (?) and a pound of weed
And I know u waitin for me to get drunk, and follow me home
Picture what I'm gone give to u, a shot to yo dome
Fuckin wit yo boys and all that talkin, they gone get hit too
I'm really not givin a fuck, as long as I get u
Jamie, Fresh, Joe, Bubba
Ya gotta admit ha, Juvie a muthafucka
I'ma jelly roll, ask that killa Lil Bland
Got a vision of that 3rd Ward rule'n tha land
Commin up on hoes, tellin them to jump in tha van
Mommy please come break off just me and my man

[Hook]

(Juvenile)
55% of these niggas is fake, tha other 45% be handlin they weight
55% of these women is hoes, tha other 45% be playin they role
Mr. Officer, Mr. Officer, take these muthafuckin cuffs off of us
We kill nobody in this car, but us
And ridin on 20's is tha law for us
I ain't from France, but excuse my french
Fuck ya if ya hatin, nigga save that there
I been dealinw it u bitches from why way back then
Plus I kept a fire ducked off to lay back in
You say my momma played me and J be tight
Juvie takin care, so everything alright
Bitches see tha sliver (?) wit tha phat ass pipes
Bein followed by some niggas on some bad ass bikes

[Hook]


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I’m Real (Remix)

by Jennifer Lopez f/ Ja Rule

Artist: Jennifer Lopez f/ Ja Rule
Song: I’m Real (Remix)
sent by: lionthemad@theglobe.com

Are you early
(Miss Mary Jane, I’m analyzin’ the game)
End the games, unchose me
(To bring pain, pretty women, and fake thugs, one in
the same)
Ever since you told me
(There’s only room for two, I’ll be makin’ less room
for you)
Now only God can hold me
(Hug me, love me, judge me, the only Man that hugs is
above me, holler)

I met so many men
And it’s like their all the same
My appetite for lovin’
Is now my hunger pain

And when I’m feelin’ sexy
Who’s gonna come for me
My only problem is
Their insecurity

(Tired of bein’ alone) Yeah, yeah
(See you arguin’ on the phone) Yeah, yeah
(Are you tellin’ all your friends) Yeah, yeah
(That your n**** don’t understand) My love

‘Cause I’m real
(The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your
hair)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me
wild)
‘Cause I’m real
And I can’t go on without you

Girl, I’ve been thinkin’ ‘bout this relationship
And I wanna know is this as good as it gets
‘Cause we’ve been through the worst times and the best
times
But it was our time, even if it was part-time
My baby lookin’ at me, smilin’ at me, laughin’ like we
wasn’t happy
But not knowin’, ever growin’ and we’re gettin’
married
Hard lovin’, straight thuggin’
Baby, I ain’t doin’ this here for nuttin’
I’m here to get it poppin’, hop in, let’s ride up in
the Benz
Hair blowin’ in the wind, sun glistenin’ off my skin,
hey
I’m nasty, heh, you know me
But you still don’t be feelin’ me, baby

‘Cause I’m real
(The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your
hair)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me
wild)
‘Cause I’m real
And I can’t go on without you

Now people lovin’ me and hatin’ me, treatin’ me
ungratefully
But not knowin’ that they ain’t makin’ or breakin’ me
My life I live it to the limit and I love it
Now I can breathe again, baby, now I can breathe again

Now people screamin’ what the deal with you and so and
so
I tell them n****s to mind they biz, but they don’t
hear me though
‘Cause I live my life to the limit and I love it
Now I could breathe again, baby, now I could breathe
again

(Tired of bein’ alone) Yeah, yeah
(See you arguin’ on the phone) Yeah, yeah
(Are you tellin’ all your friends) Yeah, yeah
(That your n**** don’t understand) My love

‘Cause I’m real
(The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your
hair)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me
wild)
‘Cause I’m real
And I can’t go on without you

‘Cause I’m real
(The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your
hair)
‘Cause I’m real
(The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me
wild)
‘Cause I’m real
And I can’t go on without you



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What it Is

by Busta Rhymes

Artist: Busta Rhymes f/ Kelis
Album: Violator the Album: V2.0
Song: What it Is *
Typed by: obi1one@hotmail.com
sent by: rassfan@hotmail.com

* first single

Yeah
Flipmode
Violator
Neptunes
What you want, yeah
What you want, yeah
Keep it goin, c'mon
Keep it goin, c'mon
Keep it goin, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon

[Verse 1]
Who be the father to this
Bounce right here people be followin this
Modelin women be frontin and be swallowin this
Carry on and yellin and screamin be hollerin this
Flipmode co signer be the sponsor for this
What? To conquer this you need to march on for this
What? Ha, check it, just shake it and wiggle
And start to bake and just giggle
And then get naked a little and shit
Sweat drippin off they face and they nipple and shit
People wildin til they be all tired and crippled and shit
Yeah you buggin on how we be doin it
Til you hate our people and shit just like bullets was travelin through ya
Now, from right to left on the capital S
We gon' keep this shit hot to death and we stoppin your breath
Drinkin and buggin and messin with them flows again
But it's nothing cuz y'all people know we 'bout to blow again

HOOK:
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah
Busta, what it is right now
Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
What you want? Eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, Eh-heh, eh-heh, eh-heh
Busta, what it is right now
Yeah, what-chu...
Busta, what it is right now
What you want now
Busta, what it is right now
Flipmode, c'mon, c'mon

[Verse 2]
Let me show you what it is right now
Let me step up and handle my biz right now
People don't even know what it is right now
Got 'em mad as if I was bonin they wiz right now
So let me dig right now all in your ass way she bouncin got my...
Bubbly startin to fizz right now
Ayo, bust it shit is feeling kinda big right now
Got 'em ready to split a couple of wigs doin tricks wit her ass
Shoulda seen what shorty did right now
Got me startin to take her back to my crib right now
C'mon, the way shorty throwin that ass all over the place
Why shorty dizzy tryin to throw it all up in my face
Oooh.... so what you got right now
Cuz we comin to blow the whole entire spot right now
Ayo we hot right now, All you other suckers shit is over
Cuz we comin take over the slot right now

HOOK

[Kelis]
This be the beat to rock for the street
More hot shit we givin you more heat
Feelin that bounce bang in the concrete
Bangin in the club and bangin it in your jeep
Flipmode Squad 2001
Wave your hands and rep where you from
We keepin it street cuz that's how we live
It's what it is baby, it's what it is baby

[Verse 3]
C'mon
See what it is is that we smokin got you open I'm sayin
Reppin til the very last word is spoken I'm sayin
Think we jokin we be makin people soakin they clothes
While brothers is runnin and wildin busy scopin these hoes
Chickens is runnin and wildin scopin brothers wit dough
While we keepin people open like we smokin the 'dro
Heh, see what it is is that we create a ruckus
Cuz that's what we love to do motherfuckers, c'mon

HOOK

Flipmode in the spot, c'mon
Violator in the spot, c'mon
We got Kelis in the spot, c'mon
Neptunes in the spot, c'mon


Posted on Jul 5, 2001, 5:35 PM

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One Minute Man

by Missy Elliott f/ Ludacris & Jay-z

Artist: Missy Elliott f/ Ludacris
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Song: One Minute Man
Typed by: Kenneth_2001_@excite.com

[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man

Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..
Ohh, ohh, uhh, OOOH
Ohh, ohh..

**Jay-z Talking** Fifty grand I get this on one take (Hova)

Jay-z: Verse 1
Look, I'm not tryin to give you love and affection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you sixty seconds of perfection (uh-huh)
I'm tryin to give you cabfare and directions
Get your +Independent+ ass out of here - QUESTION?
I'm not your man, not Ralph Tresvant
Not Ronnie Romance.. no ma
I'm tryin to hit you then put you in the middle of the round
like I'm Roberto Duran.. no mas
Six A.M. another chick in the house (put your hands up)
6:15 another chick kicked you out (put your hands up)
Spend one minute tryin to dig her out
The other fourteen tryin to "put it in her mouth"
The dick too chubby, too much'll make you love me
Now be a nice wifey and run home to your hubby
Cause we, both knowin what we doin is wrong
Don't forget to put your ring back on {*quiet laughter*}


[Missy]
Boy I'ma make you love me, make you want me
And I'ma give you some attention, tonight
Now follow my intuitions, what you're wishin
See I'ma keep you all night, for a long time
Just start countin the ways


[Chorus]
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man
Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no..

[Missy]
Tonight I'ma give it to you, throw it to you
I want you to come prepared, ohhh yeah (oh yes)
Boy it's been a long time, a crazy long time
And I don't want no minute man, and that's real
Give it to me some more

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
Yeah, uhh, uhh
It's time to set yo' clock back bout as long as you can
I stop daylight
i'm Ludacris the maintenance man
Get your oil changed, I check fluids and transmission
You one minute FOOLS,
you wonder why y'all missin
On the back of milk cartons and there's no reward
No regards,
close, but it's no cigar
A hard head make a soft ass, but a hard dick make the sex last
I jump in pools and make a big splash
Water overflowin, so get your head right
It's all in yo' mind punk so keep your head tight
Enough with tips and advice and thangs
I'm big dog, havin women seein stripes and thangs
They go to sleep, start snorin, countin sheep and shit
They so wet, that they body start to leak and shit
Just cause I'm an ALL-nighter, shoot ALL fire
Ludacris, balance and rotate ALL tires

[Missy]
Ooooooh, I don't want I don't need I can't stand no minute man
I don't want no minute man
Ooooooh, here's your chance be a man take my hand understand
I don't want no minute man

Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man

Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man

Break me off, show me what you got
Cause I don't want, no one minute man

Break-break me off, break break me off
Break break me off, show me what you got

Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, show me what you got..
Break me off, break break me off




    
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