All I Have
Jennifer Lopez
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Writers
James Smith
Lisa Peters
William Jeffrey
Themes
Love
Genres
R&B/Soul
Hip Hop
Year
2002
Lyrics
Love is life
And life is living
Its very special
Jlo:oooh
Ll cool j: baby dont go
Baby dont go
Jlo: yeahhh
Ll cool j: baby dont go
Baby dont go
Jlo: yeahhh
Ll cool j: baby dont go
Baby dont go
Jlo: yeah yeah
Its such a shame but Im leaving
Cant take the way ur mistreating me
And its crazy but oh baby
It dont matta whatever dont phase me
Ll cool j: I dont believe u wanna leave like this
I dont believe I jus had my last real kiss
I do believe well laugh and reminise
Wait a minute dont bounce baby
Lets talk about this
Jlo: well Im bouncing and Im out son
I gotta leave you alone
Cuz Im good
Holding down my spot
And Im good
Reppin the girls on the block
And Im good
I got this thing on line
So without me youll be fine, right?
All my pride is all I have
Ll cool j: pride is what u had, baby girl Im whats u have
Jlo: youll be needing me but too bad
Ll cool j: be easy, dont make decisions when ur mad
Jlo: the path u chose to run alone
Ll cool j: I kno ur independent u can make it on ur own
Jlo: here with me u have a home
Ll cool j: time is of the essence, why spend it alone?
Jlo: the nights Ive waited up for you, promises you made about
Coming through, so much time u wasted, thats why I had to replace u
Ll cool j: it makes a cat nervous the thought of settling down,
Especially with me I was creeping all over town. I thot my tender
Touch could lock ya down, I knew I had you as cocky as that sounds
The way u used to giggle right before I put it down, its better when ur
Angry come here Ill prove it now (come here)
Jlo: stop playing, u gaming, I got to leave u alone
Cuz Im good
Holding down my spot
And Im good
Reppin the girls on the block
And Im good
I got this thing on line
So without me youll be fine, right?
All my pride is all I have
Ll cool j: pride is what u had, baby girl Im whats u have
Jlo: youll be needing me but too bad
Ll cool j: be easy, dont make decisions when ur mad
Jlo: the path u chose to run alone
Ll cool j: I kno ur independent u can make it on ur own
Jlo: here with me u have a home
Ll cool j: time is of the essence, why spend it alone?
People make mistakes, to make up, to break up, to wake up
Cold and lonely, and chill baby u kno me, u love me, Im like ur homie,
Insteada beefing come hold me, I promise Im not a phony, dont bounce
Baby, consol me, come here
Jlo: nothin u can say to me that can change my mind, I gotta let u go
Now, nothin will ever be the same, so just go on ur way, go ahead and do
Ur thing now, and theres no more to explain to me ya kno, I know ya game
Im not feelin what you do(and Im good) so Im bouncing and
Im annoucing (Im good) I gotta leave u alone yeah yeah
All my pride is all I have
Ll cool j: pride is what u had, baby girl Im whats u have
Jlo: youll be needing me but too bad
Ll cool j: be easy, dont make decisions when ur mad
Jlo: the path u chose to run alone
Ll cool j: I kno ur independent u can make it on ur own
Jlo: here with me u have a home
Ll cool j: time is of the essence, why spend it alone?
(repeat)
(I promise u, Im sad)
And life is living
Its very special
Jlo:oooh
Ll cool j: baby dont go
Baby dont go
Jlo: yeahhh
Ll cool j: baby dont go
Baby dont go
Jlo: yeahhh
Ll cool j: baby dont go
Baby dont go
Jlo: yeah yeah
Its such a shame but Im leaving
Cant take the way ur mistreating me
And its crazy but oh baby
It dont matta whatever dont phase me
Ll cool j: I dont believe u wanna leave like this
I dont believe I jus had my last real kiss
I do believe well laugh and reminise
Wait a minute dont bounce baby
Lets talk about this
Jlo: well Im bouncing and Im out son
I gotta leave you alone
Cuz Im good
Holding down my spot
And Im good
Reppin the girls on the block
And Im good
I got this thing on line
So without me youll be fine, right?
All my pride is all I have
Ll cool j: pride is what u had, baby girl Im whats u have
Jlo: youll be needing me but too bad
Ll cool j: be easy, dont make decisions when ur mad
Jlo: the path u chose to run alone
Ll cool j: I kno ur independent u can make it on ur own
Jlo: here with me u have a home
Ll cool j: time is of the essence, why spend it alone?
Jlo: the nights Ive waited up for you, promises you made about
Coming through, so much time u wasted, thats why I had to replace u
Ll cool j: it makes a cat nervous the thought of settling down,
Especially with me I was creeping all over town. I thot my tender
Touch could lock ya down, I knew I had you as cocky as that sounds
The way u used to giggle right before I put it down, its better when ur
Angry come here Ill prove it now (come here)
Jlo: stop playing, u gaming, I got to leave u alone
Cuz Im good
Holding down my spot
And Im good
Reppin the girls on the block
And Im good
I got this thing on line
So without me youll be fine, right?
All my pride is all I have
Ll cool j: pride is what u had, baby girl Im whats u have
Jlo: youll be needing me but too bad
Ll cool j: be easy, dont make decisions when ur mad
Jlo: the path u chose to run alone
Ll cool j: I kno ur independent u can make it on ur own
Jlo: here with me u have a home
Ll cool j: time is of the essence, why spend it alone?
People make mistakes, to make up, to break up, to wake up
Cold and lonely, and chill baby u kno me, u love me, Im like ur homie,
Insteada beefing come hold me, I promise Im not a phony, dont bounce
Baby, consol me, come here
Jlo: nothin u can say to me that can change my mind, I gotta let u go
Now, nothin will ever be the same, so just go on ur way, go ahead and do
Ur thing now, and theres no more to explain to me ya kno, I know ya game
Im not feelin what you do(and Im good) so Im bouncing and
Im annoucing (Im good) I gotta leave u alone yeah yeah
All my pride is all I have
Ll cool j: pride is what u had, baby girl Im whats u have
Jlo: youll be needing me but too bad
Ll cool j: be easy, dont make decisions when ur mad
Jlo: the path u chose to run alone
Ll cool j: I kno ur independent u can make it on ur own
Jlo: here with me u have a home
Ll cool j: time is of the essence, why spend it alone?
(repeat)
(I promise u, Im sad)
American Boy
Estelle Feat. Kanye West
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Writers
Josh Lopez
Keith Harris
Themes
Places
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Love
Genres
Hip Hop
R&B/Soul
Year
2007
Lyrics
(Kanye West)
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats
(Chorus-Estelle)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
He said, Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm like what's underneath it.
And no I ain't been to MIA.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bredrins.
I'm like this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Will you be my American Boy?
American Boy.
Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking Fresh to Def, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin' that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin' this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Let them know a gwan blud.
(Kanye West)
Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
because most of this press don't f@#k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool ow ow.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona. About this Americana. Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you ain't into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that cash. Coz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish
(Estelle)
Would you be my love, my love,
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American Boy? American Boy
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
Be my American boy.
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats
(Chorus-Estelle)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
He said, Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm like what's underneath it.
And no I ain't been to MIA.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bredrins.
I'm like this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Will you be my American Boy?
American Boy.
Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking Fresh to Def, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin' that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin' this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Let them know a gwan blud.
(Kanye West)
Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
because most of this press don't f@#k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool ow ow.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona. About this Americana. Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you ain't into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that cash. Coz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish
(Estelle)
Would you be my love, my love,
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American Boy? American Boy
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
Be my American boy.
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
American Boy
Sam Sparro
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Writers
Josh Lopez
Keith Harris
Themes
Love
Places
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Genres
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
2008
Lyrics
(Kanye West)
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats
(Chorus-Estelle)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
He said, Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm like what's underneath it.
And no I ain't been to MIA.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bredrins.
I'm like this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Will you be my American Boy?
American Boy.
Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking Fresh to Def, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin' that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin' this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Let them know a gwan blud.
(Kanye West)
Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
because most of this press don't f@#k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool ow ow.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona. About this Americana. Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you ain't into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that cash. Coz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish
(Estelle)
Would you be my love, my love,
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American Boy? American Boy
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
Be my American boy.
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Just another one champion sound
Me and Estelle about to get down
Who the hottest in the world right now.
Just touched down in London town.
Bet they give me a pound.
Tell them put the money in my hand right now.
Tell the promoter we need more seats,
We just sold out all the floor seats
(Chorus-Estelle)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
He said, Hey Sister.
It's really really nice to meet ya.
I just met this 5 foot 7 guys who's just my type.
I like the way he's speaking, his confidence is peaking.
Don't like his baggy jeans but I'm like what's underneath it.
And no I ain't been to MIA.
I heard that Cali never rains and New York heart awaits. First let's see the west end.
I'll show you to my bredrins.
I'm like this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Will you be my American Boy?
American Boy.
Can we get away this weekend.
Take me to Broadway.
Let's go shopping baby then we'll go to a Cafe.
Let's go on the subway.
Take me to your hood.
I never been to Brooklyn and I'd like to see what's good.
Dress in all your fancy clothes.
Sneakers looking Fresh to Def, I'm lovin' those Shell Toes.
Walkin' that walk.
Talk that slick talk.
I'm likin' this American Boy.
American Boy.
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy
Let them know a gwan blud.
(Kanye West)
Who killin em in the UK. Everybody gonna to say you K, reluctantly,
because most of this press don't f@#k wit me.
Estelle once said to me, cool down down don't act a fool now now.
I always act a fool ow ow.
Aint nothing new now now.
He crazy, I know what ya thinkin.
Ribena I know what you're drinkin. Rap singer. Chain Blinger.
Holla at the next chick soon as you're blinkin.
What's you're persona. About this Americana. Brama. Am I shallow cuz all my clothes designer. Dressed smart like a London Bloke. Before he speak his suit bespoke.
And you thought he was cute before.
Look at this P Coat, Tell me he's broke. And I know you ain't into all that.
I heard your lyrics I feel your spirit. But I still talk that cash. Coz a lot wags want to hear it. And I'm feelin like Mike at his Baddest. Like the Pips at they Gladys. And I know they love it. so to hell with all that rubbish
(Estelle)
Would you be my love, my love,
could be mine would you be my love my love, could be mine?
Could you be my love, my love?
Would you be my American Boy? American Boy
(Chorus)
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day
Take me to Chicago, San Francisco Bay.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy.
Be my American boy.
Take me on a trip, I'd like to go some day.
Take me to New York, I'd love to see LA.
I really want to, come kick it with you.
You'll be my American Boy, American Boy.
Boardmeeting
Timbaland
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Writers
James Moore
Lawrence Smith
Robert Ford
Russell Simmons
Themes
Body
Money
Genres
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
2008
Lyrics
Clap ya hands everybody, if you got what it takes
I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Let me tell ya
You got me feigning for your body parts
You said you lonely and you need it bad
Come and see me when you wanna start
And where we going you don't have to ask
[Chorus:]
Come in my cipher with that blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I know a quiet place where we can talk
Girl, relax and let me do my thing
Baby I don't wanna to break your heart
I just want to make you say my name
[Chorus:]
Come in my cipher with that blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I'm a chick nigga (heart with a man)? fo sho
In the back of my mind, girl you infidel
Even though you a skunk?, I'm a fan of chest
Role play you the best, you supply the sex
Yes, I'm a fein of your hole
One hit of you, when I lose control
I look in your eyes, I can see yo soul
Bankroll in the hole for you to cause and go
[Chorus:]
Come in my cipher with that blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey! Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Meeting's ajourned
Huh, the meeting's just begun
Watch this
I'm timbo and I want you to know that these are the brakes
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey, get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Let me tell ya
You got me feigning for your body parts
You said you lonely and you need it bad
Come and see me when you wanna start
And where we going you don't have to ask
[Chorus:]
Come in my cipher with that blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I know a quiet place where we can talk
Girl, relax and let me do my thing
Baby I don't wanna to break your heart
I just want to make you say my name
[Chorus:]
Come in my cipher with that blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
I'm a chick nigga (heart with a man)? fo sho
In the back of my mind, girl you infidel
Even though you a skunk?, I'm a fan of chest
Role play you the best, you supply the sex
Yes, I'm a fein of your hole
One hit of you, when I lose control
I look in your eyes, I can see yo soul
Bankroll in the hole for you to cause and go
[Chorus:]
Come in my cipher with that blunt in the air
Let me seduce you, let me play in your hair
I see that you're hyper, let's take it upstairs
Hey girl! Let's have a meeting, a meeting
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Hey! Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Get ya back up off the wall
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Meeting's ajourned
Huh, the meeting's just begun
Watch this
Clothes Off!!
Gym Class Heroes
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Writers
Narada Walden
Themes
Body
Colours
Time
Clothing/Apparel
Genres
Hip Hop
R&B/Soul
Year
2007
Lyrics
See here's the thing
We have to take our clothes off
So sexy!
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I dig the attitude and how you're acting like you own the bar
Got me flashing keys and I don't even own a car
Like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are
I'm trying to see how your lips feel
Oh I'm sorry, my name is Travie and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you've never heard of me
That sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burglary
What do you say let's exit stage left so me and you can
Possibly reconvene and play some naked peekaboo
Cause after all the blouse you're wearing is kinda see through
And it's obvious I'm heading wherever you're leading me too
Such an angel with a devilish angle
And quite the certified sweet talker
And you're buying every line of it girl
And I don't really blame you
If I was in your shoes I'd probably do the same too
We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Now here's another barn burner for the slow learners
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop, right around the corner from your momma live
No turning back so you better buckle up
Shit, don't be concerned with mine
I feel like a Speak and Spell way I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull the string, replay that shit
I change my name to "did he really just say that shit?"
Yep
I'll take a mile if you let me
Six-five, two hundred plus and so sexy
My legs going numb for keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide the fact your girlfriend keeps textin' me
And I've been trying to never mind it man
But every time I get a new number, she finds it damn
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around amazing o'clock when I showed up
We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Good grief girl, you're giving me goosebumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste and less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you
It's not a scam girl
That's how I am girl
Peter Pan, I'm a sucker for Smucker's jam girl
It's clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like the antidotes under my tongue
Whoa
We have to take our clothes off
And we have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
We have to take our clothes off
And we have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
We have to take our clothes off
So sexy!
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I dig the attitude and how you're acting like you own the bar
Got me flashing keys and I don't even own a car
Like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are
I'm trying to see how your lips feel
Oh I'm sorry, my name is Travie and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you've never heard of me
That sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burglary
What do you say let's exit stage left so me and you can
Possibly reconvene and play some naked peekaboo
Cause after all the blouse you're wearing is kinda see through
And it's obvious I'm heading wherever you're leading me too
Such an angel with a devilish angle
And quite the certified sweet talker
And you're buying every line of it girl
And I don't really blame you
If I was in your shoes I'd probably do the same too
We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Now here's another barn burner for the slow learners
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop, right around the corner from your momma live
No turning back so you better buckle up
Shit, don't be concerned with mine
I feel like a Speak and Spell way I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull the string, replay that shit
I change my name to "did he really just say that shit?"
Yep
I'll take a mile if you let me
Six-five, two hundred plus and so sexy
My legs going numb for keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide the fact your girlfriend keeps textin' me
And I've been trying to never mind it man
But every time I get a new number, she finds it damn
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around amazing o'clock when I showed up
We have to take our clothes off
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Good grief girl, you're giving me goosebumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste and less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you
It's not a scam girl
That's how I am girl
Peter Pan, I'm a sucker for Smucker's jam girl
It's clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like the antidotes under my tongue
Whoa
We have to take our clothes off
And we have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
We have to take our clothes off
And we have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off
To have a good time
Oh no
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Na na na na na na
Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie-rock chicks, and hip-hop chicks
Na na na na na na
Slim chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow, and brown chicks
Come To Me
P Diddy Feat. Nicole Scherzinger
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Writers
Yakubu Izuagbe
Themes
Body
Names
Food and Drink
Places
Time
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Genres
Dance
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
2006
Lyrics
Da Mvp
Mary J Blige
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Writers
Norman Harris
Ronald Baker
Themes
Names
Memories/Nostalgia
Time
Numbers
Genres
R&B/Soul
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
2005
Lyrics
Yea lets take em back
uh-huh
[Game]
I need a real love Mary hollar at me if you need a real thug
we could ride through Compton to see real blood, real crypts,
and imma always hold you down thats real shit
I'm the Los Angeles King and you remind me of Mary the R&B Queen
I got the 411 whats crackin what I owe you for helping me go 4 times platinum
I had a kid to my life he's almost 2 i guess wat im tryin 2 say
is thank you for over ten years in the ghetto gospel
you paved the way for young black women of prosper
how you paint pictures
you deserve grammies and oscars
congratulation from me Aftermath and the "Dr"
so you could go ahead envy me
I'm Billboards top ten featuring 'MJB'
[Mary]
'91 i stepped in this game
After 'whats the 411' things aint been the same
and i cant complain but with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain
but im so glad to be here
and my music's still sincere
lets get back to the story
all of this pain and glory
and '94 was my life and my life wasn't right
so i reached out to you and told u what i been through
[Chorus: Mary & 50 Cent]
Hate it or love it,
(The underdogs on top)
(And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stops)
go 'head envy me
I'm the soul hip-hop queen
and i aint going nowhere
but you already know me
Hate it or love it,
(The underdogs on top)
(And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stops)
go 'head envy me
I'm the soul hip-hop queen
and i aint going nowhere
but you already know me
[Mary:]
I came with 'share my world'
but at that point I was just a foolish girl
trying to find my way
Then I dropped the 'Mary' album
and people were saying that its just not gonna work
and my feelings they did hurt
but my fans showed me so much love
and i owe it all to them
and i came with 'No More Drama'
I remember that week
it was when Aaliyah died i couldnt hardly sleep
thought about it everyday and it made me change my way
I'm a real woman now because of all of these days
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Hook:]
You remind me
of a real love
(you dont 'ave to worry)
real love
all night long
im goin down
dododododah dododododah
reminice on the love we have
you are everything love without a limit
what u gonna do without
my life, my life, my life,
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Mary:]
Right now i just want to thank ..
Dr.Dre
[Game]
Hate it or love it Aftermath's On Top!
and The Game for picking such a hot record
I thank y'all,
[Game]
nah baby we thank u!
uh-huh
[Game]
I need a real love Mary hollar at me if you need a real thug
we could ride through Compton to see real blood, real crypts,
and imma always hold you down thats real shit
I'm the Los Angeles King and you remind me of Mary the R&B Queen
I got the 411 whats crackin what I owe you for helping me go 4 times platinum
I had a kid to my life he's almost 2 i guess wat im tryin 2 say
is thank you for over ten years in the ghetto gospel
you paved the way for young black women of prosper
how you paint pictures
you deserve grammies and oscars
congratulation from me Aftermath and the "Dr"
so you could go ahead envy me
I'm Billboards top ten featuring 'MJB'
[Mary]
'91 i stepped in this game
After 'whats the 411' things aint been the same
and i cant complain but with all this fame comes a whole lot of pain
but im so glad to be here
and my music's still sincere
lets get back to the story
all of this pain and glory
and '94 was my life and my life wasn't right
so i reached out to you and told u what i been through
[Chorus: Mary & 50 Cent]
Hate it or love it,
(The underdogs on top)
(And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stops)
go 'head envy me
I'm the soul hip-hop queen
and i aint going nowhere
but you already know me
Hate it or love it,
(The underdogs on top)
(And I'm gonna shine homie until my heart stops)
go 'head envy me
I'm the soul hip-hop queen
and i aint going nowhere
but you already know me
[Mary:]
I came with 'share my world'
but at that point I was just a foolish girl
trying to find my way
Then I dropped the 'Mary' album
and people were saying that its just not gonna work
and my feelings they did hurt
but my fans showed me so much love
and i owe it all to them
and i came with 'No More Drama'
I remember that week
it was when Aaliyah died i couldnt hardly sleep
thought about it everyday and it made me change my way
I'm a real woman now because of all of these days
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Hook:]
You remind me
of a real love
(you dont 'ave to worry)
real love
all night long
im goin down
dododododah dododododah
reminice on the love we have
you are everything love without a limit
what u gonna do without
my life, my life, my life,
[Repeat Chorus:]
[Mary:]
Right now i just want to thank ..
Dr.Dre
[Game]
Hate it or love it Aftermath's On Top!
and The Game for picking such a hot record
I thank y'all,
[Game]
nah baby we thank u!
Dip It Low
Christina Milian Feat. Fabolous
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Writers
Paul Poli
Themes
Body
Food and Drink
Love
Time
Genres
R&B/Soul
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
2004
Lyrics
Says he wants you
He says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
You getting bold
He's growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And you're thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me
Y'all come on
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do
(Show her what you got daddy)
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do
(ouh...wouh...ouh)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Fabolous:
Baby gurl tha way u
Pop-d, pop-d, pop that thang
I might, stop to shop n cop u thangs
U know I, drop tha top n hop that thang
Sometimes, stop muh bop to pop my thang
Sure, kno how to make a man say Ooo
And how in tha world can a man say Noo
When u wind it up on a wall
Wind it up like a doll
N you know why bacardi, lime it up till you fall
Line it up till u small
And have them other chicks
Throwin vomit up, when they can find it Up in the mall
Like most men I luv to catch up wit a model
But I ain't used to movin slow like Ketchup in a bottle
The best things come to those who wait for it
But imma b straight forward
Before it's too late for it
I want you to dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out and make me say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
He says he needs you
It's real talk, then why not make him wait for you
If he really wants you
If he really needs you
Really got to have you
Take your time and feel him out
When he's a good boy
I mean a really really good boy
Why not let him lay with you
That's when you give it to him good
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
You getting bold
He's growin' cold
It's just the symptoms of young love
Growin' old
You think it's time
And you're thinking of leaving
But give it time
It's late at night
He's coming home
Meet him at the door with nothin' on
Take him by the hand
Let him know what's on
If you understand me
Y'all come on
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move (mooove)
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do
(Show her what you got daddy)
All my ladies wind it up
If you know just how to move
All my fellas jump behind
And show her what you want to do
(ouh...wouh...ouh)
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Fabolous:
Baby gurl tha way u
Pop-d, pop-d, pop that thang
I might, stop to shop n cop u thangs
U know I, drop tha top n hop that thang
Sometimes, stop muh bop to pop my thang
Sure, kno how to make a man say Ooo
And how in tha world can a man say Noo
When u wind it up on a wall
Wind it up like a doll
N you know why bacardi, lime it up till you fall
Line it up till u small
And have them other chicks
Throwin vomit up, when they can find it Up in the mall
Like most men I luv to catch up wit a model
But I ain't used to movin slow like Ketchup in a bottle
The best things come to those who wait for it
But imma b straight forward
Before it's too late for it
I want you to dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around, poke it out and make me say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Dip it low
Pick it up slow
Roll it all around
Poke it out like your back broke
Pop'd pop'd pop that thing
Ima show you how to make your man say Ooo
Fever
Rhymefest
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Writers
Eddie Cooley
John Davenport
Themes
Body
Names
Love
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
2006
Lyrics
Never know how much I love you
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
And moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
And fever all through the night
Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Romeo loved Juliette
Juliette she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, Julie, Baby
You're my flame
Thou giveth fever
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I'm afire
Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth
Cap'in Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, Daddy
Oh, don't you dare
He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I'm his misses
So Daddy, Won't you treat him right
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever, 'till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
Never know how much I care
When you put your arms around me
I get a fever that's so hard to bear
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
Fever all through the night
Sun lights up the daytime
And moon lights up the night
I light up when you call my name
And you know I'm gonna treat you right
You give me fever
When you kiss me
Fever when you hold me tight
Fever, in the morning
And fever all through the night
Everybody's got the fever
That is something you all know
Fever isn't such a new thing
Fever started long ago
Romeo loved Juliette
Juliette she felt the same
When he put his arms around her
He said, Julie, Baby
You're my flame
Thou giveth fever
When we kisseth
Fever with thy flaming youth
Fever, I'm afire
Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth
Cap'in Smith and Pocahontas
Had a very mad affair
When her daddy tried to kill him
She said, Daddy
Oh, don't you dare
He gives me fever
With his kisses
Fever when he holds me tight
Fever, I'm his misses
So Daddy, Won't you treat him right
Now you've listened to my story
Here's the point that I have made
Chicks were born to give you fever
Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade
They give you fever
When you kiss them
Fever if you live and learn
Fever, 'till you sizzle
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
What a lovely way to burn
Get Money
Junior M.A.F.I.A
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Writers
James Bedford
Roy Ayers
Themes
Body
Names
Food and Drink
Places
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
1995
Lyrics
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[Lil' Kim] Hehehe
[B.I.G.] WHAT?Uhh, sex em up
[Lil' Kim] The fuck?That shit ain't even ?? big boy
[B.I.G.] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit
Uhh, check it out
[Lil' Kim] Bout to 'get money'
[Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, 'Poppa not home'
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin BIG Po-ppa, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
'Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?'
My Mo-sci-no, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, 'Poppa don't hit me no more'
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milkbox material
You feel me?Suckin dick, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh..
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[B.I.G.] WHAT?I see mad girls like you
[Lil' Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot
[B.I.G.] I'm tellin you though
[Lil' Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me
[B.I.G.] You just frontin, there's people out like that
[Lil' Kim] ??
[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, whoo!Get at me
Whoo, I told you niggaz
Niggaz.. betta grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.
Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty?Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah what nigga?I ain't got time for this
So what nigga?I'm not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin, 'I apologize'
Is you wit me?How could you ever decieve me
But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*)
Lil' Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute
Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine
[B.I.G.] Oh you want my numbers and shit
[Lil' Kim] ??
[B.I.G.] Look, now you wanna ??
[Lil' Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask
You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite
[B.I.G.] Y'all believe that shit?
[Lil' Kim] Just playin with you, worrd
?? daddy is all that, oh word
?? I'm talkin bout some presidents
Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash
[B.I.G.] Whatever you don't think about this
My nickname was Jesus in high school
[Lil' Kim] You don't even believe that shit!
God don't believe that shit!
[B.I.G.] I'm the supreme being baby
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[Lil' Kim] Hehehe
[B.I.G.] WHAT?Uhh, sex em up
[Lil' Kim] The fuck?That shit ain't even ?? big boy
[B.I.G.] Oh aight, you don't, you don't get none of that shit
Uhh, check it out
[Lil' Kim] Bout to 'get money'
[Notorious B.I.G.]
You wanna sip Mo' on my living room flo'
Play Nintendo with Cease-a-Leo
Pick up my phone say, 'Poppa not home'
Sex all night, mad head in the morn'
Spin my V, smoke all my weed
Tattoo on tit-tie sayin BIG Po-ppa, now check it
You wanna be my main squeeze baby
Don'tcha, you wanna gimme what I need baby
Won'tcha, picture life as my wife just think
Full length mink, fat X and O links
Bracelets to match, conversation was all that
Showed you the safe combinations and all that
Guess you could say youse the one I trusted
Who would ever think that you would spread like mustard?
Shit got hot, you sent Feds to my spot
Took me to court, tried to take all I got
'Nother intricate plot, the bitch said I raped her
'Damn, why she wanna stick me for my paper?'
My Mo-sci-no, my Ver-sa-ce hottie
Come to find out, you was fuckin everybody
You knew about me, the fake ID
Cases in Virginia, body in D.C.
Woe, oh is me, that's what I get for trickin
Pay my own bail, commence to ass kickin
Lick in the door, wavin the four-four
All you heard was, 'Poppa don't hit me no more'
Disrespect my click, my shit's imperial
Fuck around and made her milkbox material
You feel me?Suckin dick, runnin your lips
'Cause of you, I'm on some real fuck a bitch shit, uhh..
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money
[B.I.G.] WHAT?I see mad girls like you
[Lil' Kim] You seen mad girls just ACTIN hot
[B.I.G.] I'm tellin you though
[Lil' Kim] There AIN'T nobody like me
[B.I.G.] You just frontin, there's people out like that
[Lil' Kim] ??
[Lil' Kim]
Uhh, whoo!Get at me
Whoo, I told you niggaz
Niggaz.. betta grab a seat
Grab on your dick as this bitch gets deep
Deeper than the pussy of a bitch six feet
Stiff dicks feel sweet in this little petite
Young bitch from the street, guaranteed to stay down
Used to bring work outta town on Greyhound
Now I'm Billboard now, niggaz press to hit it
Play me like a chicken, thinkin I'm pressed to get it
Rather do the killin than the stick up jooks
Rather count a million while you eat my pussy
Push me to the limit get my feelings in it
Get me open while I'm cummin down your throat
Then, you wanna be my main squeeze nigga
Don'tcha, you wanna lick between my knees nigga
Don'tcha wanna see me whippin your 3 down the Ave.
Blow up spots on bitches because I'm mad
Break up affairs lick shots in the air
You get vexed, and start swingin everywhere
Me shifty?Now you wanna pistol whip me
Pull out your nine, while I cock on mine
Yeah what nigga?I ain't got time for this
So what nigga?I'm not tryin to hear that shit
Now you wanna buy me diamonds and Armani suits
Adia Vinadini and Chanel lime boots
Things that make up, for all the games and the lies
Hallmark cards, sayin, 'I apologize'
Is you wit me?How could you ever decieve me
But payback's a bitch motherfucker, believe me
Naw I ain't gay this aint no lesbo flow
Just a lil somethin, to let you motherfuckers know
Fuck bitches, get money.. fuck niggaz, get money (*repeat to end*)
Lil' Kim] Wait a minute, wait a minute
Back up, just give me that shit, this shit is mine
[B.I.G.] Oh you want my numbers and shit
[Lil' Kim] ??
[B.I.G.] Look, now you wanna ??
[Lil' Kim] I'm all that bitch, don't ask
You're fuckin with a bitch named Aphrodite
[B.I.G.] Y'all believe that shit?
[Lil' Kim] Just playin with you, worrd
?? daddy is all that, oh word
?? I'm talkin bout some presidents
Talkin bout this motherfuckin cash
[B.I.G.] Whatever you don't think about this
My nickname was Jesus in high school
[Lil' Kim] You don't even believe that shit!
God don't believe that shit!
[B.I.G.] I'm the supreme being baby
Ghetto Gospel
2Pac
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Writers
Deon Evans
Themes
Body
Food and Drink
Memories/Nostalgia
Weather
Colours
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
2005
Lyrics
Uhh,
Hit them with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[2Pac]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'cause any day they'll push the button
and you all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about black or white, cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when it's said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...
Hit them with a little ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John:]
Those who wish to follow me (my ghetto gospel)
I welcome with my hands
And the red sun sinks at last into the hills of gold
And peace to this young warrior without the sound of guns
[2Pac]
If I could recollect before my hood days
I'd sit and reminisce, thinking of bliss of the good days
I stop and stare at the younger, my heart goes to 'em
They tested, it was stress that they under
And nowadays things changed
Everyone's ashamed to the youth cause the truth looks strange
And for me it's reversed, we left them a world that's cursed, and it hurts
'cause any day they'll push the button
and you all condemned like Malcolm X and Bobby Hunton, died for nothing
Don't them let me get teary, the world looks dreary
but when you wipe your eyes, see it clearly
there's no need for you to fear me
if you take your time to hear me, maybe you can learn to cheer me
it ain't about black or white, cause we're human
I hope we see the light before its ruined
my ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Tell me do you see that old lady ain't it sad
Living out a bag, but she's glad for the little things she has
And over there there's a lady, crack got her crazy
Guess she's given birth to a baby
I don't trip and let it fade me, from outta the frying pan
We jump into another form of slavery
Even now I get discouraged
Wonder if they take it all back while I still keep the courage
I refuse to be a role model
I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottles
I make mistakes, I learn from everyone
And when it's said and done
I bet this Brother be a better one
If I upset you, don't stress
Never forget, that God hasn't finished with me yet
I feel his hand on my brain
When I write rhymes, I go blind, and let the lord do his thang
But am I less holy
'cause I choose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homies
Before we find world peace
We gotta find peace and end the war on the streets
My ghetto gospel
[Chorus - Elton John]
[2Pac]
Lord can you hear me speak!!
To pay the price of being hell bound...
Hate It Or Love It
The Game Feat. 50 Cent
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Writers
Allan Felder
Norman Harris
Ronald Baker
Themes
Body
Weather
Places
Time
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
2004
Lyrics
Yea
Let's take'em back
Uh huh
Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy ain't around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger rings
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain't nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Game]
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five'em
Kill a nigga on ma song
And really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g'z will take your daughter outta air forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since ma lil' nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years
I told Pooh in '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My Ma's happy, she aint gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the range
Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starving
Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
No school books
They use their wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in a booth
And I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion
I love you Ma
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
Let's take'em back
Uh huh
Coming up I was confused
My mama kissing a girl
Confusion occurs
Coming up in a cold world
Daddy ain't around
Probably out committing felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing
Check, check out my melody
I wanna live good so shit I sell dope
For a four-finger rings
One of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I get a sheep skin coat
If I could move a few packs
I get the hat
Now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep that night
Woke up the next morning
Niggaz done stole my bike
Different day, same shit
Ain't nothing good in the hood
I run away from this bitch
And never come back if I could
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
G-G-G-G-G-G-G-Unit
[Game]
On the grill of ma low rider
Guns on both sides
Right above the gold wires I four-five'em
Kill a nigga on ma song
And really do it
That's the true meaning of a ghostwriter
Ten g'z will take your daughter outta air forces
Believe you me homie, I know all about losses
I'm from Compton, wear the wrong colors, be cautious
One phone call, have your body dumped in Marcy
I stay strapped like car seats
Been banging since ma lil' nigga, rob, got killed for his Barkley's
That's ten years
I told Pooh in '95
I'll kill you if you try me for my air-max 95's
Told Banks when I met'em I'm a ride
And if I gotta die, rather homicide
I ain't had 50 cent when ma grand-mama died
Now I'm going back to Cali with ma jacob on
See how time fly?
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
From the beginning to the end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real we aint gotta pretend
The cold world that we in
It's full of pressure and pain
Enough of me nigga now listen to Game
[Game]
Used to see 5-0 throw the crack by the bench
Now I'm fucking with 5-0, it's all starting to make sense
My Ma's happy, she aint gotta pay the rent
And she got a red bow on that brand new Benz
Waiting on Sha Money to land sitting in the range
Thinking how they spend 30 million dollars on airplanes
When there's kids starving
Pac is gone, and Brenda still throwing babies in the garbage
I wanna know what's going on like I hear Marvin
No school books
They use their wood to build coffins
Whenever I'm in a booth
And I get exhausted
I think what if Marie Baker got that abortion
I love you Ma
[Chorus]
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
[50 Cent]
Hate it or love it the under dog's on top
And I'm gon shine homie until my heart stop
[The Game]
Go'head'n envy me
I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't going no where
So you can get to know me
Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix)
50 Cent
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Allan Felder
Norman Harris
Ronald Baker
Themes
Body
Weather
Places
Time
Numbers
Clothing/Apparel
Money
Animals
Genres
Hip Hop
Year
2004
Lyrics
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 2 - The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
But its stayin' the same
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then that'll be me on the floor
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 4 - Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama whipped me and when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Verse 5 - Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug that born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
Uh huh
[Verse 1 - 50 Cent]
Comin' up I was confused, my mama kissin' a girl
Confusin' occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, prolly out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing ch-check out my melody
I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a fo' finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nanna told me if I pass I'll get a sheep skin coat
If I can move a few packs and get the hat, now that'll be dope
Tossed and turn in my sleep at night
Woke up the next mornin' niggas done stole my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 2 - The Game]
I told Dre from the gate, I carry the heat fo' ya
First mixtape song, I inheirited beef fo' ya
Gritted my teeth fo' ya, G-G-G'd fo ya
Put Compton on my back when you was in need of soldiers
At my last show, I threw away my NWA gold
And had the whole crowd yellin' free Yayo
So niggas better get up outta mine
Before I creep and turn ya projects into Collumbine
And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind ya'll what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us, cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend
And it seems your little rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly south
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West Coast mouth to mouth
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Lloyd Banks)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Bridge - 50 Cent]
From the beginnin' to end
Losers lose, winners win
This is real, we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in
Is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change
But its stayin' the same
[Verse 3 - Lloyd Banks]
How many of them boys is with ya
When you had that little TV you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walkin' with a snub, cause niggas do a lotta slip talkin' in the club
Till they coughin' on the rug, ain't never had much but a walkman and a bud
My role model is gone, snortin' up his drug, bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat, now its a R.I.P. Shirt in my coat
Now I'm speedin' reminiscin', holdin' my weed in never listen
If I see him and lift him and maybe that'll even the score
And if not, then that'll be me on the floor
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Tony Yayo)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
[Verse 4 - Tony Yayo]
I started out at fifteen, scared as hell
I took thirty off a pack and I made them sell
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that little duece duece and my triple fat goose
Sippin' easy Jesus rockin' the laces
Mama whipped me and when she found my pieces
I look back on life and think God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest
[Verse 5 - Young Buck]
You know I'm still nice with my cooked game
Look mayn, its a hood thang thats why I'm loved in Brooklayn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time, homie I'm still all good
Let me show what a thug that born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 and put 'em in my four five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check bitch
[Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Young Buck)]
Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
And I'm gon' shine homie until my heart stops
Go ahead, envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' no where so you can get to know me
Heartbreaker
Mariah Carey
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Lincoln Chase
Narada Walden
Shirley Elliston
Themes
Body
Love
Time
Numbers
Genres
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
1999
Lyrics
Give me your love
(8x)
[Jay-Z]
Hey
You gotta bounce to it like this
You almost kinda watching this
Uh-huh
Escape
[Mariah]
Boy your love's so good
I don't wanna let go
And although I know I should
I can't leave you alone
'Cause you're so disarming
I'm caught up in the midst of you
And I can not resist
And oh..
1 - Boy I can do
The things you want me to
The way I used to do
Could you love me, baby
Hold me, feeling now
Go and break my heart
2 - Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Give me your love
(8x)
It's a shame to be so euphoric and weak
When you smile at me
And you tell me the things that you know
Understatement to relinquish my love to you
But I can not resist at all
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
[Jay-Z]
She wanna shop with Jay, play box with Jay
She wanna pillow fight in the middle of the night
She wanna drive my Benz with 5 of her friends
She wanna creep past the block spyin' the game
She wanna roll with Jay, chase the skeeos away
She wanna fight with lame chicks, blow my day
She wanna inspect the rest, kick me to the curb
If she find a strand of hair longer than hers
She want love in the jacuzzi, rub up in the movies
? to the old crib, keys to the newbie
She wanna answer the phone, tattoo her arm
That's when I gotta send her back to her moms
She call me "Heartbreaker"
When we apart, it makes her
Wanna get a piece of paper, scribble "I hate ya"
But she know she love Jay because
She love everything Jay say, Jay does
And uh...
Repeat 2
Repeat 2
Repeat 2
Repeat 2
Give me your love
(4x)
(8x)
[Jay-Z]
Hey
You gotta bounce to it like this
You almost kinda watching this
Uh-huh
Escape
[Mariah]
Boy your love's so good
I don't wanna let go
And although I know I should
I can't leave you alone
'Cause you're so disarming
I'm caught up in the midst of you
And I can not resist
And oh..
1 - Boy I can do
The things you want me to
The way I used to do
Could you love me, baby
Hold me, feeling now
Go and break my heart
2 - Heartbreaker, you got the best of me
But I just keep on coming back incessantly
Oh why, did you have to run your game on me
I should have known right from the start
You'd go and break my heart
Give me your love
(8x)
It's a shame to be so euphoric and weak
When you smile at me
And you tell me the things that you know
Understatement to relinquish my love to you
But I can not resist at all
Repeat 1
Repeat 2
[Jay-Z]
She wanna shop with Jay, play box with Jay
She wanna pillow fight in the middle of the night
She wanna drive my Benz with 5 of her friends
She wanna creep past the block spyin' the game
She wanna roll with Jay, chase the skeeos away
She wanna fight with lame chicks, blow my day
She wanna inspect the rest, kick me to the curb
If she find a strand of hair longer than hers
She want love in the jacuzzi, rub up in the movies
? to the old crib, keys to the newbie
She wanna answer the phone, tattoo her arm
That's when I gotta send her back to her moms
She call me "Heartbreaker"
When we apart, it makes her
Wanna get a piece of paper, scribble "I hate ya"
But she know she love Jay because
She love everything Jay say, Jay does
And uh...
Repeat 2
Repeat 2
Repeat 2
Repeat 2
Give me your love
(4x)
Iko Iko
Zap Mama
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Writers
Barbara Hawkins
Jesse Thomas
Joan Johnson
Joe Jones
Mary Jones
Rosa Hawkins
Sharon Jones
Themes
Memories/Nostalgia
Love
Genres
Latin
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
1999
Lyrics
My grand-ma and your grand-ma were
Sit-tin by the fire. - my grand-ma told
Your grand-ma: Im gon-na set your flag on fire.--
Chorus:
Talk-in bout, hey now ! hey now ! i-ko, i-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n. - jock-a-mo fee na-n.-
Look at my king all dressed in red.-
I-ko, i-ko, un-day. I bet-cha five dol-lars hell kill you dead.--
Jock-a-mo fee na-n
(repeat chorus)
My flag boy and your flag boy were
Sit-tin by the fire. - my flag boy told
Your flag boy: Im gon-na set your flag on fire.
(repeat chorus)
See that guy all dressed in green ? -
I-ko, i-ko, un-day. hes not a man;
Hes a lov-in ma-chine.--
Jock-a mo fee na-n.--
Sit-tin by the fire. - my grand-ma told
Your grand-ma: Im gon-na set your flag on fire.--
Chorus:
Talk-in bout, hey now ! hey now ! i-ko, i-ko, un-day
Jock-a-mo fee-no ai na-n. - jock-a-mo fee na-n.-
Look at my king all dressed in red.-
I-ko, i-ko, un-day. I bet-cha five dol-lars hell kill you dead.--
Jock-a-mo fee na-n
(repeat chorus)
My flag boy and your flag boy were
Sit-tin by the fire. - my flag boy told
Your flag boy: Im gon-na set your flag on fire.
(repeat chorus)
See that guy all dressed in green ? -
I-ko, i-ko, un-day. hes not a man;
Hes a lov-in ma-chine.--
Jock-a mo fee na-n.--
International Affair
Mark Ronson, Sean Paul & Tweet
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Writers
Althea Forrest
Errol Thompson
James Brown
Joe Gibbs
Themes
Names
Celebration
Places
Genres
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
2003
Lyrics
Well in come di ting dem a call di ol' to di new
Dun know a say Sean-A-Paul a get it fi new
Mark Ronson and Debbie Nova pon di track
Dutty haffi bring it come back
A Dutty Yeah!
Don't worry baby I'm a naturalist
I got ya livin in Wonderland like ya name was Alice
And ova here we don't keep malice
We just keepin it live, we get our just ago bun gallis
Dey say ya girls can't understand it
Well I an I, Sean-A-Paul and well dey a nuh fret pon it
So tell ya sistren get pon it
A mek we roll inna di right part, pass di Cris, and bump di Chris Wallace
I got di crisp bills inna mi wallet
And yuh should know when mi floss ain't nobody a cyaan come stall it
Anyting ya want nuh fear fi call it
Sean-A-Paul, Mark Ronson we a dey pon di top alla it
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
You can take me there (yeah, mon)
Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Oonu girl)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby
She a take di Bible out the city girl
An we normal back it wit we it is a crazy and a tricky world
Forget ti bring it ya hippie girl
We gonna tug it inna di club, shake ya ass mek ya titties swirl
Di way ya heart a nuh go flop me nuh ga ease up
Woman fi make mi blood pressure, start to increase up
Cold shoulder wey you a give me, mek me freeze up
What's di hold up, what's di tease up
My girl, I just want di chance to make ya body please up
Too much dog wey ya hang with, dem all a fleas up
Now ya say ya waan fi come smoke all a mi trees up
All mi gangstas and all mi G's up
Yo, yo
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
You can take me there (that's right)
Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Uh, yo, hey, yo)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby
[Sean Paul]
Yo, yo, yo
Sean-A-Paul, Debbie Nova
Bounce pon di track, it can't ever ova
Dutty a dem a kill, di lyrical exploda
Mark Ronson a help wit mi crossova
All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All night, all day
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, so we do it all night
All night, all day
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
Dun know a say Sean-A-Paul a get it fi new
Mark Ronson and Debbie Nova pon di track
Dutty haffi bring it come back
A Dutty Yeah!
Don't worry baby I'm a naturalist
I got ya livin in Wonderland like ya name was Alice
And ova here we don't keep malice
We just keepin it live, we get our just ago bun gallis
Dey say ya girls can't understand it
Well I an I, Sean-A-Paul and well dey a nuh fret pon it
So tell ya sistren get pon it
A mek we roll inna di right part, pass di Cris, and bump di Chris Wallace
I got di crisp bills inna mi wallet
And yuh should know when mi floss ain't nobody a cyaan come stall it
Anyting ya want nuh fear fi call it
Sean-A-Paul, Mark Ronson we a dey pon di top alla it
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
You can take me there (yeah, mon)
Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Oonu girl)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby
She a take di Bible out the city girl
An we normal back it wit we it is a crazy and a tricky world
Forget ti bring it ya hippie girl
We gonna tug it inna di club, shake ya ass mek ya titties swirl
Di way ya heart a nuh go flop me nuh ga ease up
Woman fi make mi blood pressure, start to increase up
Cold shoulder wey you a give me, mek me freeze up
What's di hold up, what's di tease up
My girl, I just want di chance to make ya body please up
Too much dog wey ya hang with, dem all a fleas up
Now ya say ya waan fi come smoke all a mi trees up
All mi gangstas and all mi G's up
Yo, yo
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
You can take me there (that's right)
Damn right, that's if I go anyweh (Girl I'll take you there)
Ohhh, we're off to San Jose (Uh, yo, hey, yo)
Then we'll see you and me back down to J-A (International Affair)
Oh baby
[Sean Paul]
Yo, yo, yo
Sean-A-Paul, Debbie Nova
Bounce pon di track, it can't ever ova
Dutty a dem a kill, di lyrical exploda
Mark Ronson a help wit mi crossova
All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All night, all day
Dutty dem a kill it, Dutty Dutty dem a kill it
All day, all night
Dutty dem a kill it, so we do it all night
All night, all day
All day, all night
Ready fi get di cook up hype an
Ya see we nah stray, we roll tight
Alla mi girls get ya hands up for mi hype
All night, all day
Dutty Rockin' it from Kingston J-A
Let's ride, all night
It's alright
La Bamba
Wyclef Jean
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Writers
Ritchie Valens
Themes
Places
Genres
Latin
Hip Hop
Year
2004
Lyrics
Para bailar la Bamba
Para bailar la Bamba se necesita una poca de gracia
una poca de gracia y otra cosita ay arriba y arriba
ay arriba y arriba por ti sere yo no soy marinero
yo no soy marinero soy capitan soy capitan soy capitan
Bamba la Bamba
Bamba la Bamba
Bamba la Bamba
Bamba la Bamba
Para subir al cielo
para subir al cielo se necesita una escalera larga
una escalera larga y otra cosita ay arriba y arriba
ay arriba y arriba contigo ire yo no soy marinero
yo no soy marinero soy capitan soy capitan soy capitan
Bamba la Bamba ...
Para bailar la Bamba se necesita una poca de gracia
una poca de gracia y otra cosita ay arriba y arriba
ay arriba y arriba por ti sere yo no soy marinero
yo no soy marinero soy capitan soy capitan soy capitan
Bamba la Bamba
Bamba la Bamba
Bamba la Bamba
Bamba la Bamba
Para subir al cielo
para subir al cielo se necesita una escalera larga
una escalera larga y otra cosita ay arriba y arriba
ay arriba y arriba contigo ire yo no soy marinero
yo no soy marinero soy capitan soy capitan soy capitan
Bamba la Bamba ...
Let's Get Retarded
The Black Eyed Peas
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Writers
George Pajon
Terence Graves
Themes
Baby/Children
Body
Time
Time
Genres
Dance
Pop
Hip Hop
Year
2003
Lyrics
Let's get retarded, in here...
And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and
runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and...
In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect.
Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition,
Free your inner soul and break away from tradition.
Cause when we beat out, girl it's pulling without.
You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it's burned out.
Turn it till it's turned out.
Act up from north, west, east, south.
[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Yeah.
Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
You all hear about it, the Peas'll do it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
Don't worry 'bout it, people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like an infant new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.
[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Yeah.
Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and... Come on you all let's get...Oohhoo!
Aha, let's get oohhoo... in here (right now yeah.) Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here... Cookoo, aha, let's get,
cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...
Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
You all test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your Bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
You all mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get ignant [ignorant] let's get hectic.
[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get retarded (come one) , get retarded (yeah), get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded (woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.
Oohhoo! Aha, oohhoo... in here... Cookoo, aha, cookoo, in here (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)... Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...
Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin' (fade)
And the base keep runnin' runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and
runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and runnin', and...
In this context, there's no disrespect, so, when I bust my rhyme, you break your necks.
We got five minutes for us to disconnect, from all intellect collect the rhythm effect.
Obstacles are inefficient, follow your intuition,
Free your inner soul and break away from tradition.
Cause when we beat out, girl it's pulling without.
You wouldn't believe how we wow shit out.
Burn it till it's burned out.
Turn it till it's turned out.
Act up from north, west, east, south.
[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Yeah.
Lose control, of body and soul.
Don't move too fast, people, just take it slow.
Don't get ahead, just jump into it.
You all hear about it, the Peas'll do it.
Get stutted, get stupid.
Don't worry 'bout it, people will walk you through it.
Step by step, like an infant new kid.
Inch by inch with the new solution.
Trench men hits, with no delusion.
The feeling's irresistible and that's how we movin'.
[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid.
Get retarded, get retarded, get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here.
Yeah.
Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin runnin' and... Come on you all let's get...Oohhoo!
Aha, let's get oohhoo... in here (right now yeah.) Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here... Cookoo, aha, let's get,
cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...
Let's get ill, that's the deal.
At the gate, we'll bring the bud top drill. (Just)
Lose your mind this is the time,
You all test this drill, Just and bang your spine. (Just)
Bob your head like epilepsy, up inside your club or in your Bentley.
Get messy, loud and sick.
You all mount past slow mo in another head trip. (So)
Come then now do not correct it, let's get ignant [ignorant] let's get hectic.
[Chorus:]
Everybody, everybody, let's get into it.
Get stupid. (Come on)
Get retarded (come one) , get retarded (yeah), get retarded.
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)
Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded in here. Let's get retarded (ha), let's get retarded (woah, woah, woah) in here.
Yeah.
Oohhoo! Aha, oohhoo... in here... Cookoo, aha, cookoo, in here (R-E-T-A-R-D-E-D)... Cookoo, aha, let's get, cookoo, in here...ow, ow, ow...
ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya...
Runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin', and runnin' runnin' (fade)
