What are the words to Kevin G's rap in the Movie: Mean Girls?
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It is called "The Mathlete Rap".  Here are the lyrics:\n\nYo Yo Yo!\nAll you sucka MCs ain't got nothin' on me!\nOn my grades, on my lines you can't touch Kevin G!\nI'm a mathlete, I'm a nerd,\nBut forget what you heard I'm like James Bond the third,\nSh-sh-sh-shaken not stirred - I'm Kevin Gnapoor!\n\nThe G's silent when I sneak through your door.\nAnd make love to your woman on the bathroom floor.\nI don't play it like Shaggy, you'll know it was me.\nCause the next time you see her she'll be like 'OOH! KEVIN G!' \n\nFrom: http://www.lyricsmania.com/soundtracklyrics/mean_girls_soundtrack_lyrics_222/the_mathlette_rap_kevin_gnappor_rajiv_surendra_lyrics_3393.html
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[Will I Am]\nListen up ya'll, Cuz this is it\nThe beat that I'm bangin' is de-li-cious\n\n[Fergie]\nFergalicious definition make them boys go loco\nThey want my treasure so they get their pleasures from my photo\nYou could see me, you can't squeeze me\nI ain't easy, I ain't sleazy\nI got reasons why I tease 'em\nBoys just come and go like seasons\n\n[Hook]\nFergalicious (so delicious)\nBut I ain't promiscuous\nAnd if you was suspicious\nAll that shit is fictitious\nI blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)\nThat puts them boys on rock, rock\nAnd they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)\n\n[Chorus]\nSo delicious (It's hot, hot)\nSo delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)\nSo delicious (they wanna slice of what I got)\nFergalicious (t-t-t-t-t-tasty, tasty)\n\n[Verse 2]\nFergalicious def-, Fergalicious def-, Fergalicious def- [def fading echo]\nFergalicious definition make them boys go crazy\nThey always claim they know me\nComin' to me call me Stacy (Hey Stacy)\nI'm the F to the E, R, G the I the E\nAnd can't no other lady put it down like me\n\n[Hook]\nI'm Fergalicious (so delicious)\nMy body stay vicious\nI be up in the gym just working on my fitness\nHe's my witness (oooh wee)\nI put yo' boy on rock rock\nAnd he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)\n\n[Chorus]\nSo delicious (It's hot, hot)\nSo delicious (I put them boys on rock, rock)\nSo delicious (they wanna slice of what I got)\nFergalicious (hold hold hold hold hold up, check it out)\n\n[Vamp]\nBaby, baby, baby\nIf you really want me\nHoney get some patience\nMaybe then you'll get a taste\nI'll be tasty, tasty, I'll be laced with lacey\nIt's so tasty, tasty, It'll make you crazy\n\n[Will I Am]\nT to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty\nD to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, hit it Fergie\n\n[Fergie]\n***\n\nAll the time I turn around brotha's gather round always looking at me up and down looking at my\n(uuhh)\nI just wanna say it now I ain't tryin to round up drama little mama I don't wanna take your man\nAnd I know I'm comin off just a little bit conceited and I keep on repeating how the boys wanna eat it\nBut I'm tryin' to tell, that I can't be treated like clientele\nCuz' they say she\n\n[Hook]\nDelicious (So delicious)\nBut I ain't promiscuous\nAnd if you was suspicious\nAll that shit is fictitious\nI blow kisses (mmmwwahhh)\nThat puts them boys on rock, rock\nAnd they be lining down the block just to watch what I got (got, got, got)\nFour, tres, two, uno\nMy body stay vicious\nI be up in the gym just working on my fitness\nHe's my witness (oooh wee)\nI put yo' boy on rock rock\nAnd he be lining down the block just to watch what I got (four, tres, two, uno)\n\n[Chorus]\nSo delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)\nSo delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)\nSo delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)\nI'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t tasty, tasty\n\nIt's so delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)\nSo delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)\nSo delicious (aye, aye, aye, aye)\nI'm Fergalicious, t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t-t (aye, aye, aye, aye)\n\n[Will I Am]\nT to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the S T E Y girl you tasty\nT to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)\nD to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the\nD to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the (four, tres, two, uno)\n\nT to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty\nT to the A to the S T E Y girl you tasty, T to the A, to the, four, tres, two, uno\nD to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the L I C I O U S to the\nD to the E to the L I C I O U S, to the D to the E to the, to the, to the, to the, to the.....
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[Intro:]\nThe gal dem Schillaci...Sean da Paul\nSo me give it to...so me give to...so me give it to...to all girls\nFive million and forty naughty shorty...\nBaby girl...baby girl...Sean da Paul sey...\n\n[Chorus:]\nWell woman the way the time cold I wanna be keepin' you warm\nI got the right temperature to shelter you from the storm\nOh lord, gal I got the right tactics to turn you on, and girl I...\nWanna be the Papa...You can be the Mom....oh oh!\n\n[Verse1:]\nMake I see the gal them bruk out pon the floor from you don't want no worthless performer\nFrom you don't want no man wey can't turn you on gal make I see your hand them up on ya..\nCan't tan pon it long.....naw eat no yam...no steam fish....nor no green banana\nBut down in Jamaica we give it to you hot like a sauna..\n\n[Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 2:]\nBumper exposed and gal you got your chest out but you no wasters cause gal you impress out...\nAnd if you des out a me you fi test out,Cause I got the remedy to make you de-stress out....\nMe haffi flaunt it because me God Bless out...And girl if you want it you haffi confess out...\nA no lie weh we need set speed a fi test the mattress out..\n\n[Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 3:]\nGal don't say me crazy now, this Strangelove it a no Bridgette and Flava show..\nTime fi a make baby now so stop gwaan like you a act shady yo...\nWoman don't play me know, cause a no Fred Sanford nor Grady yo....\nMy lovin' is the way to go...my lovin' is the way to go.....\n\n[Chorus:]\n\n[Verse 4:]\nWhen you roll with a player like me...with a bredda like me girl there is no other\nNo need to talk it right here just park it right here keep it undercover\nFrom me love how you fit inna you blouse and you fat inna you jeans and mi waan discover..\nEverything out you baby girl can you hear when me utter...\n\n[Chorus (repeat)]
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It's B R Right with Ludacris & Trina.\n[Trina:] a$$ smaked\n[Luda:]legs wide\n[Trina:] front back\n[Luda:] side to side\n[Trina:] pu$$y wet\n[Luda:] slip n slide\n[Luda:] yep everythin gon be alright\n\n[Trina]\nwait b!tch, imma blow my kisses,\nget pist and throw my dishes,\nyall n!ggas know jus who this is,\nwoo woo, and the head so vicious.\n\nwith me, this shit gon cost,\nyou $hort? then thas yo lost,\nyou know this a$$ is soft,\nmake a nigga goto breakin off.\n\ntell me that you love me baby,\nget hot and f**k me crazy,\nget a towel and wipe me off,\nyou want a bitch wit no type of flaws.\n\nmy gurls be shoppin hard,\nthese hoes be buyin cars,\nin the club buyin bars,\nnipples hard its a sign of braws.\n\nfrom the niggas who gettin chese,\nthrow back in the crispy g's,\nmore wet? crist dont freeze,\nlaugh at the tab, cause this on me.\n\nme and luda in the cut supreme,\ndoin things jus to touch the creme,\nso many names wana fuck the queen,\ni live a life like its jus a dream.\n\n[Chorus X2]\n\n[Luda]\nget it right beother, jump,\ngimme the beat then imma make it bump,\ntell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,\ntrouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.\n\nyou aint seen no chicks like mine,\nyou aint seen no flicks like mine,\nbet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's.\n\ntell me that you like it raw,\ntell me that my d!ck is plump,\ni might make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw\n\ntell me if its new or old,\ntell me if its hot or cold,\nlet me know if its black & bold,\nsay ludacris 6 million sold.\n\nsee i aint got no time for games,\nand i aint got no times for lames,\nhow you lovin my souther slang,\nooo eee walla walla bing bang.\n\nso anytime you need me call,\nwhether summer, spring, or fall,\nit doesnt matter come one come all,\neither get dropped or drop them draws.\n\n[Chorus X 2]\n\n[Trina]\ndiamond, princess,\njust mind, your buisness,\nthese rumors, are senseless,\nyour whispers, are endless.\n\nwe livin ghetto fab,\nwe spendin hella cash,\nthis girl is hella bad,\nyour choice is trailer trash.\n\ntoo much, taste for whores,\nyou saw me grace, the stores,\nyour saw me work, the vibe\nbitches, i works for mine.\n\none time, for these divas,\ntwo times, for these visas,\nthird time i come im breezin,\nthe ice...just keeps on freezin.\n\nhold up imma keep it goin,\nback to back imma keep on goin,\nplatinum plaques, keepin it up,\nwet $ex, keepin it good.\n\nlook girl, you dont know my angle,\na hundred thou with a platinum bengal,\nmy niggas'll slow your roll,\npu$$y power, we in control.\n\n[Chrous X 2]\n\nyea, thas right....im back again...round two mother f**kers. \nthas rite im talkin greece.lyricstop\nim a arrogant lil mother f**ker huh?\nthas rite im rich, im that b!tch, thas rite.\nim about show yall how to pimp this sh!t. \nim f**kin n!ggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, f**k that. \nf**k all yall haters, f**k all yall b!tches, get a life. \nyou got too much time on your hands.\ni want yall b!tches to get a job, up your game. \npimp your game up baby, its all about me this time, f**k that. \nf**k a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.\ncatch me when i come off tour, f**k yall.\nim out
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crazy-gnarls barkly\nyou drive me crazy-brittany spears\ncrazy in love-beyonce\ncrazy for you-madonna\ncrazy about you-roxette\ncrazy bout ya-master p\ncrazy on you-heart\ncrazy-k-ci and jojo\ncrazy-simple plan\ncrazy-pasty cline\ncrazy in love-eminem\ndats all i can think of
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google search the lyrics.
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Shaggy- it wasn't me\n\n\n(Yo man) Yo\n(Open up man) What do you want man?\n(My girl just caught me)\nYou let her catch you?\n(I don't know how I let this happen)\nWith who?\n(The girl next door, you know?) Man...\n(I don't know what to do) Say it wasn't you\n(Alright)\n\nHoney came in and she caught me red-handed\nCreeping with the girl next door\nPicture this we were both butt-naked\nbanging on the bathroom floor\nHow could I forget\nThat I had given her an extra key\nAll this time she was standing there\nShe never took her eyes off me\n\nHow you can grant the woman access to your villa\nTrespasser and a witness while you cling on your pillow\nYou better watch your back before she turn into a killer\nBest for you and the situation not to call the beaner\nTo be a true player you have to know how to play\nIf she say you're not, convince her say you're gay\nNever admit to a word when she say makes a claim\nAnd you tell her baby no way\n\nBut she caught me on the counter\n( wasn't me)\nSaw me banging on the sofa\n( wasn't me)\nI even had her in the shower\n( wasn't me)\nShe even caught me on camera\n( wasn't me)\nShe saw the marks on my shoulder\n( wasn't me)\nHeard the words that I told her\n( wasn't me)\nHeard the screams getting louder\n( wasn't me)\nShe stayed until it was over\n\nHoney came in and she caught me red-handed\nCreeping with the girl next door\nPicture this we were both butt-naked banging on the bathroom floor\nI had tried to keep her from what she was about to see\nWhy should she believe me when I told her it wasn't me\n\nMake sure she knows it's not you and lead her on da right prefix\nWhenever you should see her make da giggolo flex\nAs funny as it be by you, it not that complex\nSeein' is believin' so you better change your specs\nYou know she not gonna be worrying bout things from the past\nHardly recollecting and then she'll go to noontime mass\nRik-boy, your answer: go over there but if she pack a gun\nYou know you better run fast\n\nBut she caught me on the counter\n( wasn't me)\nSaw me banging on the sofa\n( wasn't me)\nI even had her in the shower\n(wasn't me)\nShe even caught me on camera\n( wasn't me)\nShe saw the marks on my shoulder\n( wasn't me)\nHeard the words that I told her\n( wasn't me)\nHeard the screams getting louder\n(wasn't me)\nShe stayed until it was over\n\nHoney came in and she caught me red-handed\nCreeping with the girl next door\nPicture this we were both butt-naked\nbanging on the bathroom floor\nHow could I forget\nThat I had given her an extra key\nAll this time she was standing there\nShe never took her eyes off me\n\nGonna tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused\nI've been listenin' to your reasonin'\nIt makes no sense at all\nWe should tell her that I'm sorry for the pain that I've caused\nYou may think that you're a player\nBut you're completely lost\nthats why i sing\nHoney came in and she caught me red-handed\nCreeping with the girl next door\nPicture this we were both butt-naked\nbanging on the bathroom floor\nHow could I forget\nThat I had given her an extra key\nAll this time she was standing there\nShe never took her eyes off me
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The one from the Jackass movie is Sir-Mix-A-Lot "baby got back" and from White Chicks, is 50 cent and the notorious B.I.G. called "realest niggas" the lyrics are below the first song... \n\n"Baby Got Back"\n\n[Intro]\nOh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt.\nIt is so big. *scoff* She looks like,\none of those rap guys' girlfriends.\nBut, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff*\nThey only talk to her, because,\nshe looks like a total prostitute, 'kay?\nI mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff*\nI can't believe it's just so round, it's like,\nout there, I mean - gross. Look!\nShe's just so ... black!\n\n[Sir Mix-a-Lot]\nI like big butts and I can not lie\nYou other brothers can't deny\nThat when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist\nAnd a round thing in your face\nYou get sprung, wanna pull out your tough\n'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed\nDeep in the jeans she's wearing\nI'm hooked and I can't stop staring\nOh baby, I wanna get wit'cha\nAnd take your picture\nMy homeboys tried to warn me\nBut with that butt you got makes me feel so horny\nOoh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin\nYou say you wanna get in my Benz?\nWell, use me, use me\n'Cause you ain't that average groupy\nI've seen them dancin'\nThe hell with romancin'\nShe's sweat, wet,\nGot it goin' like a turbo 'Vette\nI'm tired of magazines\nSayin' flat butts are the thing\nTake the average black man and ask him that\nShe gotta pack much back\nSo, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!)\nHas your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!)\nTell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!)\nShake that healthy butt!\nBaby got back!\n\n(LA face with Oakland booty)\nBaby got back!\n\n[Sir Mix-a-Lot]\nI like 'em round, and big\nAnd when I'm throwin' a gig\nI just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal\nNow here's my scandal\nI wanna get you home\nAnd ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh\nI ain't talkin' bout Playboy\n'Cause silicone parts are made for toys\nI want 'em real thick and juicy\nSo find that juicy double\nMix-a-Lot's in trouble\nBeggin' for a piece of that bubble\nSo I'm lookin' at rock videos\nKnock-kneeded bimbos walkin' like hoes\nYou can have them bimbos\nI'll keep my women like Flo Jo\nA word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya\nI won't cuss or hit ya\nBut I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck*\nTil the break of dawn\nBaby got it goin' on\nA lot of simps won't like this song\n'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it\nAnd I'd rather stay and play\n'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong\nAnd I'm down to get the friction on\nSo, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah}\nIf you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!}\nThen turn around! Stick it out!\nEven white boys got to shout\nBaby got back!\n\nBaby got back!\nYeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin'\nto do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3".\n\n[Sir Mix-a-Lot]\nSo your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda\nBut Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda\nMy anaconda don't want none\nUnless you've got buns, hun\nYou can do side bends or sit-ups,\nBut please don't lose that butt\nSome brothers wanna play that "hard" role\nAnd tell you that the butt ain't gold\nSo they toss it and leave it\nAnd I pull up quick to retrieve it\nSo Cosmo says you're fat\nWell I ain't down with that!\n'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin'\nAnd I'm thinkin' bout stickin'\nTo the beanpole dames in the magazines:\nYou ain't it, Miss Thing!\nGive me a sista, I can't resist her\nRed beans and rice didn't miss her\nSome knucklehead tried to dis\n'Cause his girls are on my list\nHe had game but he chose to hit 'em\nAnd I pull up quick to get
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How the hell did you get all of that in dem jeans \nHow da how da hell did you get all of that in dem jeans \nCuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo \nCuz your waist so little and your ass it like wo \n\n[Chingy] \nPrada,Gucci \nTell me what you like \nCoach bag \nWith the shoes \nTo match \nForget the price \nMarc Jacob shades \n50 karats all ice \nModel in dem jeans for me \nLuxuri now thats your life \nThats the type of shit im on \nLet me see you get them on \nBack it up a bit \nYeah thats it \nCuz I can see your thong \nCarmale skin tone \nDaum you look like Nia Long \nDont be actin like that lil mama \nCuz I can leave you 'lone \nMIx the lime with that Patron \nThats what we drinkin on \nSHe wanna go out to eat \nBut me JD I'm think home \nJust so I can see 'em off \nBut what the hell we both grown \nWearin' dem jean like that \nWill make me take trips with you to Rome \nHey now {Hey Hey} Hey now {Hey} \nYou know they thick from the STL to the A~Town \nHey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {Hey} \nLet me help you with dem jeans \nBaby lay down \n\n[Chorus] \nDaum Girl \nHow'd you get all that in \nDem Jeans \nDem Jeans \nHow'd you get all that in Dem \nDaum Girl \nHow'd you get all that \n(Is you talkin to me?) \nYeah you \nI bet you had to jump up and down \nJust to put 'em on \nBet you had to wiggle it around \nJust to put 'em on \nBet you had to lay back on the bed \nJust to zip 'em up \nAm I right? \n(You right) \nBaby thats whats up \n\n[JD] \nNow Now Now \nWhen walkin' girl \nAnd you make it swirl \nIts hard for me not to look \nAnd I want you in my world \nBubbled up {ooo} \nPokin out {Hey} \nLickin' my lip sayin \nShawaty swing it my way \nDaum ma \nHow the hell you get all that in \nDem pants ma \nHope you aint up in here with your man ma \nI love it when you wiggle it Shake it \nDrop it and do your little dance \nTrue Religion, 7's \nOr dem rocking Republics \nOr the ones that fit the best \nANd show it just how we love it \nKnow just how to hug it \nKnow just how to cup it \nWhen you walk away it make me wann rub it \nHey now {HEy Hey} Hey now {HEy} \nYou know they thick from A~Town down to H~Town \nHey now {Hey HEy} Hey now {HEy} \nLet me help you with dem jeans \nBaby lay down \n\n[Chorus] \nDaum Girl \nHow'd you get all that in \nDem Jeans \nDem Jeans \nHow'd you get all that in Dem \nDaum Girl \nHow'd you get all that \n(Is you talkin to me?) \nYeah you \nI bet you had to jump up and down \nJust to put 'em on \nBet you had to wiggle it around \nJust to put 'em on \nBet you had to lay back on the bed \nJust to zip 'em up \nAm I right? \n(You right) \nBaby thats whats up
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Gold Digger \n\n\n[Jamie Foxx]\nShe take my money when I'm in need\nYea she's a trifflin friend indeed\nOh she's a gold digga way over town\nThat dig's on me\n\n[Chorus:]\n(She did me wrong)\nNow I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm Need)\nBut she aint messin wit no broke niggaz\n(She did me wrong)\nNow I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need)\nbut she aint messin wit no broke niggaz\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head\n\n[Verse 1:]\nCutie the bomb\nMet her at a beauty salon\nWith a baby louis vuitton\nUnder her underarm\nShe said I can tell you ROC\nI can tell by ya charm\nFar as girls you got a flock\nI can tell by ya charm and ya arm\nbut I'm lookin for the one\nhave you seen her\nMy psychic told me she have a ass like Serena\nTrina, Jennifer Lopez, four kids\nAn i gotta take all they bad ass to show-biz\nOk get ya kids but then they got their friends\nI Pulled up in the Benz, they all got up In\nWe all went to Den and then I had to pay\nIf you f**kin with this girl then you betta be paid\nYou know why\nIt take too much to touch her\nFrom what I heard she got a baby by Busta\nMy best friend say she use to fuck wit Usher\nI dont care what none of yall say I still love her\n\n[Chorus:]\n(She did me wrong)\nNow I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm Need)\nBut she aint messin wit no broke niggaz\n(She did me wrong)\nNow I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need)\nbut she aint messin wit no broke niggaz\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head\n\n[Verse 2:]\n18 years, 18 years\nShe got one of yo kids got you for 18 years\nI know somebody payin child support for one of his kids\nHis baby momma's car and crib is bigger than his\nYou will see him on TV Any Given Sunday\nWin the Superbowl and drive off in a Hyundai\nShe was spose to buy ya shorty TYCO with ya money\nShe went to the doctor got lypo with ya money\nShe walkin around lookin like Micheal with ya money\nShould of got that insured got GEICO for ya moneeey\nIf you aint no punk holla We Want Prenup\nWE WANT PRENUP! Yeaah\nIt's something that you need to have\nCause when she leave yo ass she gone leave with half\n18 years, 18 years\nAnd on her 18th birthday he found out it wasn't his\n\n[Chorus:]\n(She did me wrong)\nNow I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm Need)\nBut she aint messin wit no broke niggaz\n(She did me wrong)\nNow I aint sayin she a gold digger (When I'm need)\nbut she aint messin wit no broke niggaz\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head get down (I gotta leave)\nget down girl go head\n\n[Verse 3:]\nNow I aint sayin you a gold digger you got needs\nYou dont want ya dude to smoke but he can't buy weed\nYou got out to eat and he cant pay yall cant leave\nThere's dishes in the back, he gotta roll up his sleeves\nBut why yall washin watch him\nHe gone make it into a Benz out of that Datson\nHe got that ambition baby look in his eyes\nThis week he moppin floorz next week it's the fries\nSo, stick by his side\nI know his dude's ballin but yea thats nice\nAnd they gone keep callin and tryin\nBut you stay right girl\nBut when you get on he leave yo ass for a white girl\n\nGet down girl go head get down\nGet down girl go head get down\nget down girl go head get down\nget down girl go head\n(can you play that back)
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Artist: Crucial Conflict \nSong: To The Left\n \n \nChorus x2: Shoulda broke it to the left man\n[KILO]\nI was born to be a PIMP!\nAin't lovin' no hoes, never no half-steppin,\nNever caught on my square,So there ,when I ride I pass my wea-pon,\nWho-Ever want to go to war, better come fully equipped\nWhen I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin shit,\nIn my hood gotta slang, gotta bang\nwas the knowledge I (???) to the left side,\nWent under(??? walkin???)well, hangin on the curb puffing herb\nStraight hustlin NIGHT and DAY,gotta get my nine\nStrappin up my glock and hoody, i'm lookin for goodys on your block\nThis is a stick up,don't make it no limit let's pick up (nigga)\nYou can get up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka\nYou best to give it up to the right, thats them niggas conception\nBut thats cool, get your money, but i'm gone break it to the left\nChorus x3\n[Wildstyle]\nThey said this nigga wasn't gone come up, just run up wit his bad ass\nI'ma tell ya momma,daddy did it with the flu and I thought you knew it\nBITCH\nComin from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side\nHomicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?\nI was only 15 years old, never handlin a vice lord steady growing\nI learn my shit from the niggas comin up in that county whoa\nBlastin at the niggas on the other side\npicking up the trigger when you come up right?\nAint no love what love got to do with it\nwhen you be slappin them ugly BITCHES!\nBitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes\nShe be giving up the pussy left and right\nI could've fucked that hoe last night\nRolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set,\n45 automatic if you want to get off your chest\nShoulda broke it to the left man\nChorus x3\n[ColdHard]\nListen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static\nLets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it\nFor fuckin wit, the wrong motherfucker \nthat you thought you had you a trickhead\nRun up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit\nAnd your whole click aint shit to me\nTry to play these games with the C-O-L-D\nBustin caps in ya ASS going 50 miles fast\nKnow you hoes can come and see me\nCuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time\nSpecially when I come to shoot\nI'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine\nOnly you some nigga dying\nto hell wit his momma and them and all that crying\nNigga shouldn't did what he did now hes a DEAD ASS CLOWN,\nAnother nigga that wont make it in this world man, \nplayed hisself to the right\nAnd that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame\nShould've broke it to the left man\nChorus x3\n[Never]\nCould it be that a nigga want to play game,\nAnd the game done already been played,\nTrying to get with this gangbangalistic shit\nfor your homies in they grave,\nHad to think about murder but you couldn't go deep,\nSo get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper\nWhen you told the playa pimp ill beat ya\nand a nigga like me was always in the game\nCuz I kept my shit tight,niggas talkin bout we used to fight\nNigga used to get they ass (???), and its still the same up in the CHI\nThats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin butts up in they face,\nOn the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace,\nAnd you we was all good, comin up, getting paid\nSmokin on a fat sack, gat to the left\nlay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray\nPimpin I think I'll never do, to the right thats tight but I'ma stay\nIn the cradle, if ya able\nBreak it to the left man\nChorus\n(till song fades out)
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middle with you!\n\n\nArtist: Stealers Wheel\nSong: Stuck in the Middle With You\n\nWell I don't know why I came here tonight,\nI got the feeling that something ain't right,\nI'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,\nAnd I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,\nClowns to the left of me,\nJokers to the right, here I am,\nStuck in the middle with you.\n\nYes I'm stuck in the middle with you,\nAnd I'm wondering what it is I should do,\nIt's so hard to keep this smile from my face,\nLosing control, yeah, I'm all over the place,\nClowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,\nHere I am, stuck in the middle with you.\n\nWell you started out with nothing,\nAnd you're proud that you're a self made man,\nAnd your friends, they all come crawlin,\nSlap you on the back and say,\nPlease.... Please.....\n\nTrying to make some sense of it all,\nBut I can see that it makes no sense at all,\nIs it cool to go to sleep on the floor,\n'Cause I don't think that I can take anymore\nClowns to the left of me, Jokers to the right,\nHere I am, stuck in the middle with you.\n\nWell you started out with nothing,\nAnd you're proud that you're a self made man,\nAnd your friends, they all come crawlin,\nSlap you on the back and say,\nPlease.... Please.....\n\nWell I don't know why I came here tonight,\nI got the feeling that something ain't right,\nI'm so scared in case I fall off my chair,\nAnd I'm wondering how I'll get down the stairs,\nClowns to the left of me,\nJokers to the right, here I am,\nStuck in the middle with you,\nYes I'm stuck in the middle with you,\nStuck in the middle with you.
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Artist: Mystikal Lyrics\nSong: The Edge of the Blade Lyrics\n\n[Intro:] [Mystikal]\nMan I got something to tell you\nI don't know how to explain it\nBut I'm different (crazy)\nNaaaaa....aight\nI'm, I'm, I'm not like you\nI'm not like others\nIt's like I've been here before\n\n[Verse 1]\n504 is the domain I don't sang\nMy rhyme go bang\nNigga, ain't in the place get a flame and ya act like propane\nNo sweat, no blood, no pain, no gain (Blade)\nNo cards, no deal, no dice, no game, no thangs\nI'm givin you bitches something vicious\nNow I'm partin the pieces like porcelain dishes\nI'm dirty\nI get all the way down in the ground witch\nWHAT\nMemorize, take a picture, nigga write a book, I don't give a fuck\nI'm blended bile, ground rip up\nDarem here\nThey down to give up\nNigga you underneath, me out my entrance\nOff by inches I can count a hundred thousand pennies\nHelp me center\nLook at that, look at that, look at that, get back\nI get that respect like that gatlin bitch whats happen\nI rip tracks and pop tables\nI'm so popular they just got the rock I spread\nTime I got a blunt what I said (Blade)\nI gets pride cus I'm from round where the crocodiles play\n(singing) ??? gonna be none that\nI make em' say\nAww give it to me don't be that way\nI'm tellin ya from cuttin ya tellin what the music\nI've been doin this shit\nI'm highly trained on how to use it\nStart checkin somebody bout the prospective\nPasses are selective maximum effectiveness\nBrain celftic\nBrown completic\nIt just don't get no ???\nI'll perfect it\nYall niggas couldn't pop a rubber band on my parade\nChoppin and slicin with the edge of the blade\n\n[Chorus:] The blade [x 24]\n\n[clip from movie]\n[Blade:] There are worse things out tonight than vampires\n[Girl:] Like what?\n[Blade:] Like me\n\n[Verse 2]\nI turn a sucka into supper\nGot suffer\nMighta hada enough\nThats why I cus (come on fucker)\nI'm sick and tired of being sick and tired\nThey can't hide from the pain cus the noise don't stop\nThey don't stand a ghost of a chance but the try\nOne side of my mind tell me to get the other say let em' ride\nEven when a couple of hundred years gone by\nThey still gonna bite and I'm still gonna fly\nYes....five fingers around their necks\nI'll run through your back and come out your chest\nYou movin to fast you forgot to pace your self\nAww shit here it comes nigga brace your self\nOh my goodness\nDon't worry I'ma getcha no matter how I put it\nImitates, I'm limit, tall limit, tell it (Blade)\nLet me finish hedgehog and answer fella\nYou would if you could but you dont get up off\nAnd I'm the hand on tha hammer on the nail in the coffin\nI'm marchin to a different drummer\nAt the head of the parade\nI'm the edge of the blade\n[Chorus x32]
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D12 Content\n\nLyrics\n\nArtist: D12\nAlbum: D12 World\nSong: My Band\n\n[Eminem - Intro]\nI don't know dude. I think everybody is all jealous and shit\ncause I'm like the lead singer of the band dude.\nAnd I think, everybody's got a fuckin' problem with me dude,\nand they need to take it up with me after the show.\n\n[Eminem - Chorus]\nBecause. . .\nThese chicks don't even know the name of my band,\nBut they're all on me like they want to hold hands,\n'Cause once I blow they'll know that I'll be the man,\nall because I'm the lead singer of my band.\n\n[Eminem]\nSo I get offstage right? I drop the mic,\nWalk up to these hot chicks then I'm all like,\n"Sup, ladies, my name's Slim Shady,\nI'm the lead singer in D12 baby." They're all like\n"Oh my god it's him, Becky oh my fucking god it's Eminem."\n"I swear to fucking God dude, you fucking rock,\nPlease won't you please let me suck your cock"\nNow right now, the rest of the fellas get jealous,\nSpecially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas,\nAll the chicks start yelling, all the hot babes\nthrow their bras and their shirts and their panties onstage,\nSo like every single night them people fight with me,\nBut when we fight it's kind a like sibbling rivalry,\nCause their back on stage the next night with me,.\nDude, I just think you're trying to steal the light from me.\nYesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me,\nCause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife-to-be.\nThis rock star shit's the life for me,\nand all the other guys just despise me because. . .\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Eminem - Bridge]\nMy band! (8x)\nMy Bbbbbbbaaaaaaannnnnnnddddddd!!!!!!!!!\nBaby yeah!\n\n[Swifty]\nYou just want to see a nigga backwards don't you?\nAin't that? How come we don't rap off pro school?\nSmash these vocals and do a performance,\nbut we in a van, and he on a tour bus.\nYou don't want my autograph, you'se a liar,\nand naw, I'm Swift, "Oh, I thought you were Kuniva."\nAnd what the hell is wrong with our dressing room?\nCause our shit is looking smaller than a decimal.\nSee, I know how to rap, it's simple but,\nall I did was read a Russell Simmons book.\nSo I'm more intact, trying to get on the map,\ndoing jumping jacks while getting whipped on my back\n\n[Kuniva & Kon Artis]\nLook at Em little punk ass, thinking he the shit\nYeah I know man, by himself takin' all the flicks.\nHey, I thought we had and interview with DJ Clue\n(Eminem) No I had an interview, not you two.\nYou gon' be late for soundcheck\nMan, I ain't going to soundcheck\nMan, our mics is screwed up,\nAnd his always sound best\nYou know what man? I'm a say something\nAy'yo Em!\n(Eminem)You got something to say!!!\nMan, nothing.\nI though you was about tell him off man, wassup?\nMan, I'm a tell him what I feel like it man, shut up\nYou ain't even back me up, and we supposed to be crew\nMan I was about to talk right after you, I swear\nMan whatever!\nI swear man\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Proof]\nThey say the lead singer's rock, but the group is not\nWith some sold out arena's to amusement parks.\nI'm gon' let the world know that Proof is hot\nI should cut his mic off when the music starts. (Hey, yo it's. . .)\nReady to snap on the dumbass fan,\nEverytime I hear "Hey dude! I love your band!"\nWe ain't a band bitch, we don't play instruments.\nSo why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent?\nAnd these guys acting funny every area code.\n"Proof carry my bag!" Bitch carry your own.\nCan't make it to the stage, security in my way.\n"Who the fuck are you, where's Obie and Dre?"\n\n[Bizzare]\nGod damn it, I'm sick of this group,\nTime for me to go solo and make some loot.\nI told you I made the beats, and wrote all the raps,\nTill Kon Artis, slipped me some crack.\n"Lose Yourself" video? I was in t
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Fergie\nFergalicious\n\n\nFour, Tres, Two, Uno \n\nListen up y'all \ncuz this is it \nThe beat that I'm banging is delicious \n[Verse 1] \nFergalicious definition make the boys go loco \nThey want my treasures so they get their pleasures from my photo \nYou can see me ( you can't squeeze me ) \nI ain't easy ( I ain't sleazy ) \nI got reasons ( why I tease 'em ) \nBoys just come and go like seasons Fergalicious ( so delicious ) \nBut I ain't promiscuous \nAnd if you was suspicious \nAll that shit is fictitious \nI blow kisses \nThat puts them boys on rock, rock \nAnd they be lining down the block just to watch what I got \n\n[Chorus:] \nSo delicious It's hot, hot \nIt's so delicious \nI put them boys on rock, rock \nIt's so delicious \nThey want a taste of what I got \nI'm Fergalicious T-t-t-t-t-t- Tasty, Tasty \n\n[Verse 2] \nFergalicious def (x3) \nFergalicious definition make them boys go crazy \nThey always claim they know me Comin' to me call me Stacy ( Hey Stacy ) \nI'm the F to the E-R-G the I the E \nAnd can't no other lady put it down like me \nI'm Fergalicious ( so delicious ) \nMy body stay vicious \nI be up in the gym \njust working on my fitness \nHe's my witness \nI put your on boy rock, rock \nAnd he be lining down the block just to watch \nwhat I got \n\n[Chorus:] \nSo delicious It's hot, hot \nIt's so delicious \nI put them boys on rock, rock \nIt's so delicious \nThey want a taste of what I got \nI'm Fergalicious H-h-h-h-h-h hold up! \nCheck it out! \n\nBaby (x3) \nIf you really want me Honey \nget some patience Baby \nthen you'll get a taste Of my tasty \ntasty I'll be lassed with lassy It's so tasty tasty \nIt'll make you go crazy \nT to the A to S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty \nT to the A to S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty \nD to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S \nto the D to the E to the, \nto the To the to the, hit it Fergie \n\n[Verse 3] \nAll the time I turn around, \nbrothers gather 'round \nAlways looking at me up and down Looking at my uhhhh \nI just want to say It now \nI ain't tryin' to 'round up \ndrama little mama \nI don't wanna take your man \nAnd I know I'm coming off \njust a little bit conceited \nAnd I keep on repeatin' how the boys \nwant to eat it But I'm tryin' to tell \nthat I can't be treated like clientele \nCuz they say she delicious ( so delicious ) \n\nBut I ain't promiscuous \nAnd if you was suspicious \nAll that shit is fictitious \nI blow kisses \nThat puts them boys on rock, rock \nAnd they be lining down the block just to watch what I got \n\nFour, Tres, Two, Uno \nMy body stay vicious \nI be up in the gym \njust working on my fitness \nHe's my witness \nI put your boy rock, rock \nAnd he be lining down the block just to watch what I got \n\nIt's so delicious (x3) \nI'm Fergalicious T-t-t-t tasty ,tasty \nIt's so delicious (x3) \nI'm Fergalicious T-t-t-t \n\nT to the A to S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T \nto the A to S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T \nto the A to S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty T \nto the A to S-T-E-Y, girl you tasty \nFour, Tres, Two, Uno \nD to the E \nto the L-I-C-I-O-U-S \nto the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S \nto the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S \nto the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S \nto the D to the E to the L-I-C-I-O-U-S \n(x2)
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Hilary Duff lyrics\n"Hilary Duff Supergirl lyrics"\n\nWho can make you mad\nWhen you're having a blast\nI can, I can\n\nAnd who can pick you up\nWhen you feelin' like you suck\nI can, I can\n\nAnd who knows what you think\nWithout you saying anything\nI do, I do\n\nWho had you figured out\nAnd never had a doubt\nI did, I did\n\nHaven’t you heard?\nI'm Super girl\nYou don’t wanna mess with me\nI got your back\nI know your every move\nAnd I got everything you'll ever need\n\nI can make you hang\nOn every single word\nLike this, like this\n\nIt could be my vibe\nMaybe its my mind\nCould be my kiss, could be my kiss\n\nBut when I'm around you\nThere’s nothing I can't do\nI'm at my best, I'm at my best\n\nWell maybe I'm so good\nCause your standing in the room\nYou wish, you wish.\n\nHaven’t you heard?\nI'm Super girl\nYou don't wanna mess with me\nI got your back\nI know your every move\nAnd I got everything you'll ever need\n\nI'll take your headache away\nI'll give you one another day\nI'll be the reason that you live\nI'll show you what you've always missed\n\nHaven’t you heard?\nI’m Super girl\nYou don't wanna mess with me\nI got your back\nI know your every move\nAnd I got everything you'll ever need\n\nI'm Super girl\nYou don't wanna mess with me\nI got your back\nI know your every move\nAnd I got everything you'll ever need\n\nI got everything