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#1 Artist:nelly Song"rid wit me" Album:countrygrammar website:nelly.net #2(debut)Where they at (8X) [Chorus] If you wanna go and take a ride wit me We three-wheelin in the fo' with the gold D's Oh why do I live this way? (Hey, must be the money!) If you wanna go and get high wit me Smoke a L in the back of the Benz-y Oh why must I feel this way? (Hey, must be the money!) [Verse 1] In the club on the late night, feelin right Lookin tryin to spot somethin real nice Lookin for a little shorty I noticed so that I can take home (I can take home) She can be 18 (18) wit an attitude or 19 kinda snotty actin real rude But as long as you a thicky thicky thick girl you know that it's on (Know that it's on) I peep something comin towards me on the dance floor Sexy and real slow (hey) Sayin she was peepin and I dig the last video So when Nelly, can we go; how could I tell her no? Her measurements were 36-25-34 I like the way you brush your hair And I like those stylish clothes you wear I like the way the light hit the ice and glare And I can see you boo from way over there [Chorus] [Verse 2] Face and body front and back, don't know how to act Without no vouchers on her boots she's bringin nuttin back You should feel the impact, shop on plastic when the sky's the limit and them haters can't get past that Watch me as I gas that, fo' dot six Range Watch the candy paint change, everytime I switch lanes It feel strange now Makin a livin off my brain, instead of 'caine now I got the title from my momma put the whip in my own name now Damn shit done changed now Runnin credit checks with no shame now I feel the fame now (come on), I can't complain now (no more) Shit I'm the mayne now, in and out my own town I'm gettin pages out of New Jersey, from Courtney B. Tellin me about a party up in NYC And can I make it? Damn right, I be on the next flight Payin cash; first class - sittin next to Vanna White [Chorus 2X] [Verse 3] Check, check -- yo, I know somethin you don't know And I got somethin to tell ya You won't believe how many people, straight doubted the flow Most said that I was a failure But now the same motherfuckers askin me fo' dough And I'm yellin, "I can't help ya" "But Nelly can we get tickets to the next show?" Hell no (what's witchu?!) you for real?! [City Spud] Hey yo, now that I'm a fly guy, and I fly high Niggaz wanna know why, why I fly by But yo it's all good, Range Rover all wood Do me like you should - fuck me good, suck me good We be them stud niggaz, wishin you was niggaz Poppin like we drug dealers, sippin Cris-sy, bubb' mackin Honey in the club, me in the Benz Icy grip, tellin me to leave wit you and your friends So if shorty wanna... knock, we knockin to this And if shorty wanna... rock, we rockin to this And if shorty wanna... pop, we poppin the Crist' Shorty wanna see the ice, then I ice the wrist City talk, Nelly listen; Nelly talk, city listen When I fuck fly bitches; when I walk pay attention See the ice and the glist'; niggaz starin or they diss Honies lookin all they wish - come on boo, gimme kiss [Chorus 2X] Hey, must be the money! (4X) [Chorus] Artist:Mystikal Song:"shake it fast" Album:Lets get ready Mmm! Mmm, mmm, mmm Oooh-OOOH! [Hook - repeat 2X] Shake ya ass, but watch yourself Shake ya ass, show me what you workin with [Verse 1] I came here with my dick in my hand Don't make me leave here with my foot in yo' ass; be cool And don't worry bout how I'm rippin this shit When I'm flippin what I'm kickin nigga, that's just what I do I'm effervesecet and I'm off that crescent Nastier than a full grown German Shepherd; motherfucker keep steppin They don't fuck with me and they don't Y'all bitches cant catch me and you won't Pay ya fare, fix ya hair, throw that pussy Got Prada for my boonapalist, and (??) from Debussy(??) You think I'm trickin? Bitch, I ain't trippin I'm buyin if you got nice curves for your iceberg Drinkin Henn and actin like it do somethin to me Hope this indecent proposal make you do somethin with me Fuck a dollar girl, pick up fifty And fuck that coward you need a real nigga Off top knick-a-boxers hurtin shit Bend over hoe; show me what you workin with! [Hook] [Chorus] Attention all y'all players and pimps Right now in the place to be (shake ya ass) I thought I told y'all niggas before Y'all niggas can't fuck with me (watch yourself) Now this ain't for no small booties No sir cause that won't pass (show me whatcha workin with) But if you feel you got the biggest one Then momma come shake ya ass [Hook] [Verse 2] I like my women fire like CAY-ENNE!! Chocolate and bowlegged - when I'm runnin up behind her!! Go head get ya pop-a-lock let the cock out For girl don't lie you know you wanna go back to my house "The Man Right Chea" wanna get under that dress right there You spicy cajun we gon' a good time over there You better suck the head on them there crawfish And you gotta bend all the way over to dance off this Handle yo' business but I know you do it way better, you dead wrong So if you talkin bout how niggaz make noise when you pass by get yo' fine ass on the floor girl this yo' fuckin song! Do yo' thang dont be scared, cause you gon' get served You get mine then you gon' get yours Bout to make yo' ass love it Raise it up, show the G-string hustlin hustlin [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3] Stop yo' cryin heffer, I don't need all that I got a job for you - the braided up pimp is back Break them handcuffs, fuck you nigga move somethin And if they ask you what you doin say, "Ooohh nuttin!" And we been doin for the past 2 somethin And I've been beatin that pussy up now it's smooth fuckin You can betcha bottom dollar; if that pussy fire you gon' holla Michael Tyler! So don't act like you don't be backin that stuff up Girl in the club, cause that's what you got ass for Wobble wobble I'm infatuated Bitch ride a dick like she makin a baby And I see that we gon' have to go to a quiet corner for just us two an' Don't worry about who lookin, just keep on doin what you doin Cause a nigga like me gon' get to work before I know the girl Bitch whats happnin, let 'em see, show the world! [Chorus] [Hook] Uhh.. OOOH-WEE! Good lawd! Damn! #3(debut) Artist:ludacris Song:"whats your fantasy" Album:back foLudacris] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now [Shawnna] Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah give it to me now, give it to me now give it to me now, give it to me now chorus: Ludacris & Shawnna (repeat 2x) I wanna li li li lick you from your head to your toes and I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor I wanna ah ah I make it so good you don't wanna leave but I got to kn kn kn know what's your fan-ta-sy [Ludacris] I wanna get in the Georgia dome on the fifty yard line when the dirty birds kick the tree and if you like in the club we can do it in the DJ booth or in the back of the VIP whip cream with cherries, strawberries on top lick it don't stop with the doe lock don't know while the boat rock we go buy robots or they got to wait till the show stop or how 'bout on the beach with black sand lick up your thighs and call me pac man table top or just give me a lap dance the rock to the park to the flat lands that man Ludacris (woo) in the public bathroom or back or a classroom how ever you want it lover lover gonna tap that ass soon see I cast 'em and I past 'em get a tight grip and I grasp 'em I flash 'em and out last 'em and if ain't good then I trash 'em while you stash 'em I'll let 'em free and the tell me what they fantasy like up on the roof roof tell yo boyfriend not to be mad at me chorus [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the bath tub with the candle lit you give it up till they go out or we can do it on stage of the Ludacris concert cause you know I got sold out or red carpet dick could just roll out go 'head and scream you can't hold out we can do it in the pouring rain runnin the train when it's hot or cold out how 'bout in the library on top of books but you can't be too loud you wanna make a brother beg for it give me TLC 'cause you know I be too proud we can do it in the white house tryna make them turn the lights out champaign with my campaign let me do the damn thing what's my name, what's my name, what's my name a sauna, jacuzzi in the back row at the movie You can stratch my back and rule me You can push me or just pull me on hay in middle of the barn (woo) rose pedals on the silk sheets uh eating fresh fruits sweep yo woman right off her feet chorus [Ludacris] I wanna get you in the back seat windows up that's the way you like to fuck fog up all alert rip the pants and rip the shirt ruff sex make it hurt in the garden in the dirt roll around Georgia Brown that's the way I like it twerk legs jerk, over worked, under paid, don't be afraid in the sun or in the shade on the top of my escalade baby your girl and my friends can trad tag team off the rope, on the ocean or in the boat factores, or hundred spokes what 'bout in the candy sto' that chocolate chocolate make it melt whips and chains, handcuffs, smack a little bootie up with my belt scream help play my game dracula man I'll get my fangs horse back I'll get my reigns School teacher let me get my grades chorus: (repeat 4x)r the first time #4(debut) Artist:outkast song:"b.o.b" Album:Bombs over baghdad [Dre] 1, 2.. 1, 2, 3; yeah! Inter-national, underground Thunder pounds when I stomp the ground (Woo!) Like a million elephants with silverback orangutans You can't stop a train Who want some? Don't come un-pre-pared I'll be there, but when I leave there Better be a household name Weather man tellin' us it ain't gon' rain So now we sittin' in a drop-top, soakin wet In a silk suit, tryin' not to sweat Hits somersaults without the net But this'll be the year that we won't forget One-Nine-Nine-Nine, and brutha anything goes, be whatchu wanna be Long as you know consequences, to give and for livin' defenses Too hot, I'm jumpin' jail Too low to dig, I might just touch hell HOT! Get a life, now they gon' sell Then I might catch you a spell, look at what came in the mail A scale and some Arm and Hammer, so grow grid and some baby máma Black Cadillac and a pack of pampers Stack of question with no answers Cure for cancer, cure for AIDS Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days Get back home, things are wrong We're not really able to spend all alone before he left, (?), to a ball of power Thousands of thousands miles per hour Hello, ghetto, let your brain breathe, believe there's always more, ahhhhh! Chorus: 2X [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad! [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad! {Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh [Big Boi] Uno, dos, tres, it's on Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone? Like that there boi and will still stay street Big things happen every time we meet Like a track team, crack fiend, dyin to geek Outkast bumpin' up and down the street Slam back, Cadillac, 'bout five nigga deep Seventy-five emcee's freestylin' to the beat Cause we get krunk, stay drunk, at the club Should have bought an ounce, but you caught the dub Should have held back, but you throwed the punch 'Spose to meet your girl but you packed a lunch No D to-the U to-the G for you Got a son on the way by the name of Bamboo Got a little baby girl four year, Jordan Never turn my back on my kids for them Should have hit it (hit it) quit it (quit it) rag (rag) top (top) Before you read up, get a laptop Make a business for yourself, boy, set some goals Make a fair diamond out of dusty coals Record number four, but we on a roll Hold up, slow up, stop, control Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only A movin' like floor commin' straight to Florida Lock all your windows then block the quarters Pullin' off on bell 'cause a whippins in order Like a three piece fist, 'fore I cut your daughter Yo quiero Taco Bell, then I hit the border Penny pap rappers tryin' to get the five I'm a microphone fiend tryin' to stay alive When you come to ATL well you better not hide cause the Dungeon Family gonna ride, hah! Chorus: 2X [Dre] Don't pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad! [Dre] Yeah! Ha ha yeah! Don't even bang unless you plan to hit something {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad! {Dre} Yeah! Uhh-huh {Choir} Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah Bombs over Baghdad! Yeah [Dre] B-I-G, B-O-I An-An-Andre To the T-O-P [Dre and Big Boi]: 15X Bob your head. Rag top. (1, 2.. 1, 2, 3, 4) (Gimme some) {Choir}: 23X Bible music. Electric revival. #5 (debut) Artist:limp bikit Song:Rollin'(urban assault vehicle) album:choclate starfish and the hotdog flavored water website: limpbizkit.com LYRICS Chocolate Starfish and the Hot Dog Flavored Water Rollin' (Urban Assault Vehicle) Featuring Method Man, Redman, DMX Play the fucken' track! Play that fucken' track! Oh there it is Limp Bizkit, DMX, Redman, that's right y'all, Method Man We just keep on Rollin' baby Are you ready?! Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh Now I know y'all be lovin' this shit right here L.I.M.P Bizkit is right here People in the house put them hands in the air Cuz if you don't care, then we don't care See I ain't giving a fuck When pressing your luck Untouchable, branded unfuckable So keep me in this cage Until you run that mouth Then I might have to play And break the fuck out And then we'll see who's left After one round with X And what am I bringing next? Just know it's Red and Meth So where the fuck you at? Punk, shut the fuck up And back the fuck up While we fuck this track up Are you ready?! Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh Oh what, y'all thought y'all were promotion me? Check my dangerous slang Atrocious When I let these nuts hang Focus It's Wutang What the fuck's a Hootie and the Blowfish I wave my black flag at the roaches Who approach us These twin supersoakers Who have poisonous darts for copers Too late to get your blowgun unholsted You lept, light it up, and lightly toasted So what? I drink and smoke too much So what? I cut too much Shut the fuck the up Now when we roll You mutherfuckers turn in your gold Cause for the platinum I'm jackin' niggers up in limos It aint nothin' for bullets To unbutton your clothes This wretched yellow mellow tissue Up in his nose You bitches Swing the vine on the bad boom nuts I'm hairy as hell Ahh to hell And tatooed up I'm a dog Only fuck in the bathroom, what? In highschool I dealt only with the classroom sluts My name is Johnny Donny Brascoe Talk the gat low Cut your cash flow Yell if you want money Funny how hungry they'll be Snatch crumbs from me Dark and hard Mix bodies in the mosh pit Yo, and I'm the D.O. You're lookin' at the raw invented On Friday I spit Thirty five to forty minutes Smell up the bathroom Like Craig Paul was in it Ending up on your back Whose whore's up in it Anyone can match me I crack 'em all a Guiness Fuck how many thugs are playas? A ball is in it Brick city, Shaolin Better call 'em sinners Boys that'll run up in your White mall and spill it Yo, peace and come on! Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh It just don't get no darker than that Kid with the park Go ahead with the boots And shoots to make it spark Now I'm a fair nigger But ain't there nigger Quicker than the hair trigger Took you dead nigger It'd better like Yo man, trying to hold your breath In your head Cause you'll be shitting on yourself Cause you're already dead And at the funeral you won't need a casket I'm leaving just enough For them to stuff their basket But their skippin' Task it I'm gonna need my ass kicked My mom never let me forget That I'm a bastard I aint never been shit There ain't gonna be shit That's why I take shit But if I see shit And to their D shit D Sharp Do what I wanna do And that's what I'm gonna do Right here in front of you And I'll be running you Wait up man, stand up out Yeah niggers aint running a fucken' thing But your mouth Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh You wanna mess with Limp Bizkit? (Yeah) You cant mess with Limp Bizkit (why?) Because we get it on (when?) Every day and every night (oh) See this platinum thing right here? (uh huh) Well we're doing it all the time (what?) So you'd better get some better beats And uh, get some better rhymes (d'oh!) And if you really really really wanna get shit started Then people everywhere just get retarded Get retarded! People everywhere just get retarded! Move in, now move out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Breath in, now breath out Hands up, now hands down Back up, back up Tell me what you're gonna do now Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' What? Keep rollin' rollin' rollin' rollin' Uggh That's right baby! Punk Limp Bizkit DMX Method Man Method Man Swizz Beats Where the fuck you at? Punk that shit! |
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