Whats song (Hip Hop/Rap) w/ lyrics: y'all be doing too much, we know y'all be in the front/we (be laid) back?
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top back by T.I. maybee
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YUNG JOC - Goin' Down\n\nthis a niity beat [boing] \n\nhere we go again \nghettoville u.s.a [uh Oh] \nYou know I got by the name nitty right [uh huh] \nI gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right [who dis nigga mane] \ndis nigga go by the name of joc [joc?] \nhe resides in collegepark [collegepark cp] \nbut for right now what we gotta do for y'all [what we gonna do] \nwe gotta give y'all a hit [huh] \n\nniggaz in my face \ndamn near er' day \naskin a million questions like \njock where ya stay \ntell 'em collegepark \nwhere they chop cars \neat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar \njest bought a zone jays on my feet \nI'm on that patron so get like me \n69 cutlass wit the bucket seat \nbeat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks \ncatch me in the hood posted at the sto \npistol in my lap on the phone countin dough \nif a girl choose let her do her thang \njust like her mamaand I ain't sayin the name brain \ner'body love me I'm so fly \nniggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by \nI know ya wonder why \nI'm so cool \ndont ask me just do what cha do [ok] \n\n[Chorus:] [2X] \nmeet me in the trap its goin down \nmeet me in the mall its goin down \nmeet me in the club its goin down \nany where ya meet me guaranteed to go down \n\nVerse numba 2 do the damn thang \nkeeps on my neck pockets full of ben franks \nwhen I'm in the mall hoes just pause \nI pop a few tags give me that on the wall \ntime to flip the work make the block bump \nboys from the hood call me black donald trump \ndope boi magic seven days a week \nnumba one record long as nitty on the beat \nOh I thank they like me betta yet I know \nlights camera action when I walk through the door \nniggaz know my crew we ceritifed stars \nready in the front bout 35 cars \nbitches in the back \nblack beamer coups \ngirls like girls time to recruit \nif ya got a problem say it to my face \nwe can knuckle up any time any place \n\n[Chorus:] [2X] \nmeet me in the trap its goin down \nmeet me in the mall its goin down \nmeet me in the club its goin down \nany where ya meet me guaranteed to go down \n\ntime to set it off let these nigga know \nhave ya every seen a chevy wit the butterfly doors? \nI ride real slow no need to speed \ngotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet \nfeds on my trail but they thank I don't know \nI keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope \nevery time I see 'em look 'em in the eye \nask 'em how I know its me suprise! \nput it in the air rep where ya stay \ntake a step back blow the kush in they face \nstuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats \nI'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it \n\n[Chorus:] [2X] \nmeet me in the trap its goin down \nmeet me in the mall its goin down \nmeet me in the club its goin down \nany where ya meet me guaranteed to go down \n\nYung Joc... \nNitty strikes again \nThis a Nitty beat \nPlaymaker \nSo So Def motherfucker
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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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Eminem feat. Nate Dogg \nTill I Collapse \n\n[Intro:]\nCause sometimes you just feel tired.\nYou feel weak and when you feel weak you feel like you wanna just give up.\nBut you gotta search within you, you gotta find that inner strength\nand just pull that shit out of you and get that motivation to not give up\nand not be a quitter, no matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse. \n\n[B/W Intro:]\nGo left, go left, go left right left\nGo left, go left, go left right left\nGo left, go left, go left right left\nGo left, go left, go left right left \n\n[Verse #1:]\nTill I collapse I’m spilling these raps long as you feel em\nTill the day that I drop you’ll never say that I’m not killing them \nCause when I am not then I am stop pinning them\nAnd I am not hip-hop and I’m just not Eminem.\nSubliminal thoughts when I’m stop sending them women are caught in webs spin and hauk venom \nAdrenaline shots of penicillin could not get the illing to stop. Amoxacilin is just not real\nenough.\nThe criminal cop killing hip-hop filling minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners.\nYour coming with me, feel it or not you’re gonna fear it like I showed you the spirit of god\nlives in us.\nYou hear it a lot, lyrics the shock is it a miracle or am I just a product of pop fizzing up.\nFor shizzle my whizzle this is the plot listen up you pizzles forgot slizzle does not give a\nfuck. \n\n[Chorus - NateDogg]\nTill the roof comes off, till the lights go out\nTill my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.\nTill the smoke clears out and my high wear out \nI’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse. \nTill the roof comes off, till the lights go out\nTill my legs give out, can’t shut my mouth.\nTill the smoke clears out and my high wear out\nI’ma rip this shit till my bone collapse. \n\n[Verse #2:]\nMusic is like magic there’s a certain feeling you get when your real\nand you spit and people are feeling your shit.\nThis is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it\ncause you may never get it again. \nSo while you’re in it try to get as much shit as you can\nand when your run is over just admit when its at its end. \nCause I’m at the end of my wits with half this shit that gets in. \nI got a list here’s the order of my list that it’s in. \nIt goes, Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac and Biggie, Andre from Outcast, Jada, Kurupt, \nNas and then me. But in this industry I’m the cause of a lot of envy, \nso when I’m not put on this list the shit does not offend me.\nThat’s why you see me walk around like nothing’s bothering me. \nEven though half you people got a fucken problem with me.\nYou hate it but you know respect you’ve got to give me\nThe press's wet dream like Bobby and Whitney. Nate hit me. \n\n[Chorus - NateDogg]\n\n[Verse #3:]\nSoon as a verse starts I eat it at MC’s heart\nwhat is he thinking? I'ma not to go against me, smart.\nAnd its absurd how people hang on every word. \nI’ll probably never get the props I feel I ever deserve\nBut I’ll never be served my spot is forever reserved\nIf I ever leave earth that would be the death of me first.\nCause in my heart of hearts I know nothing could ever be worse. \nThat’s why I’m clever when I put together every verse\nMy thoughts are sporadic, I act like I’m an addict\nI rap like I’m addicted to smack like I’m Kim Mathers.\nBut I don’t want to go forth and back in constant battles\nThe fact is I would rather sit back and bump some rappers.\nSo this is like a full blown attack I’m launching at them\nThe track is on some battling raps who want some static \nCause I don’t really think that the fact that I’m Slim matters\nA plaque of platinum status is whack if I’m not the baddest. \n\n[Chorus - NateDogg]\n\n[Outro:]\n[Eminem & Natedogg Echo:]\nUntil the roof\nThe roof comes off\nUntil my legs\ngive out form underneath me \n\n[Eminem:]\nI will not fall, \nI will stand tall, \nFeels like no one could beat
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"Bring 'Em Out" by T.I.\n\nHere's the intro video\nhttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xx3BQye79vg
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NAW, ITS YUNG JOC FEAT. NITTY\n\nGoin' Down"\n\n[Lil Boi]\nThis a nitty beat (boing)\n\n[Nitty]\nHere we go again\nGhettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh)\nYou know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh)\nI gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane)\nDis nigga go by the name of jock (jock?)\nHe resides in collegepark (collegepark cp)\nBut for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do)\nWe gotta give y'all a hit (huh)\n\n[Verse 1]\nNiggaz in my face\nDamn near er' day\nAskin a million questions like\nJock where ya stay\nTell 'em collegepark\nWhere they chop cars\nEat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar\nJest bought a zone jays on my feet\nI'm on that patron so get like me\n69 cutlass wit the bucket seat\nBeat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks\nCatch me in the hood posted at the sto\nPistol in my lap on the phone countin dough\nIf a girl choose let her do her thang\nJust like her mamaand I ain't sayin the name brain\nEr'body love me I'm so fly\nNiggaz throw the duces er'time I ride by\nI know ya wonder why\nI'm so cool\nDon't ask me just do what cha do (ok)\n\n[Chorus: repeat 2X]\nMeet me in the trap its goin down\nMeet me in the mall its goin down\nMeet me in the club its goin down\nAny where ya meet me guaranteed to go down\n\n[verse 2]\nVerse numba 2 do the damn thang\nCubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank\nWhen I'm in the mall hoes just pause\nI pop a few tags give me that on the wall\nTime to flip the work make the block bump\nBoys from the hood call me black Donald Trump\nDope boi magic seven days a week\nNumba one record long as nitty on the beat\nOh I thank they like me betta yet I know\nLights camera action when I walk through the door\nNiggaz know my crew we certified stars\nValet in the front 'bout 35 cars\nBitches in the back\nBlack beamer coups\nGirls like girls time to recruit\nIf ya got a problem say it to my face\nWe can knuckle up any time any place\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nTime to set it off let these nigga know\nHave ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors?\nI ride real slow no need to speed\nGotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet\nFeds on my trail but they thank I don't know\nI keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope\nEvery time I see 'em look 'em in the eye\nAsk 'em how I know its me surprise!\nPut it in the air rep where ya stay\nTake a step back blow the kush in they face\nStuntin is a habit let 'em see the karats\nI'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nYung Joc...\nNitty strikes again\nThis a Nitty beat\nPlaymaker\nSo So Def motherfucker
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Is it "On Top"?\nhttp://www.gnextinc.com/bbo/lyrics/ontop.html
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Artist: 2Pac \nAlbum: Gang Related Soundtrack \nTitle: Staring Through My Rearview \n \n\n[Featuring Outlawz]\n[Tupac]\nStaring at the world through my rearview\nJust looking back at the world, from another level yaknowhatImean?\nStarin...\nMultiple gunshots fill the block, the fun stops\nNiggaz is callin cops, people shot, nobody stop\nI wonder when the world stopped caring last night\nTwo kids shot while the whole block staring\nI will never understand this society, first they try\nto murder me, then they lie to me, product of a dying breed\nAll my homies trying weed, now the little baby's\ncrazed raised off Hennesey, tell me will my enemies\nfeed when they see me, believe me\nEven Thugs gotta learn to take it easy, listen\nThrough the intermissions search your heart for a plan\nand we turnin Bad Boys to grown men, it's on again\nI give a holla to my niggaz in the darkest corners\nRoll a perfect blunt, and let me spark it for ya\nOne love from a thug nigga rollin with a posse\nfull of paranoid drug dealers, to the end my friend\nI'm seein nuttin but my dreams comin true\nWhile I'm starin at the world through my rearview (see)\n[repeat 2X]\n(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die (we)\nGettin high, watchin time fly, and all my motherfuckers\n[repeat 2X]\n[Young Noble]\nNow you see him, now you don't, some niggaz\nbe here for the moment, and then they gone, what happened to em?\nWell let's see, it seems to be a mystery\nBut all I know I never let the money get to me\nStay down like the, truest\nThug Life until I check out this bitch, I thought you knew this\nWho is, gonna catch me when I fall or even care to\nWhile you thinkin I see you lost up in my rearview\nHalf you, is down with them Outlawz\nOutcast, left far, I'm through like southpaws\nBut still we keep mashin til our dreams come through\nStarin at the world through my rearview\n[Tupac]\nNow I was raised as a young black male\nIn order to get paid, forced to make crack sales\nCaught a nigga so they send me to these overpacked jails\nIn the cell, countin days in this livin black Hell, do you feel me?\nKeys to ignition, use at your discretion\nRoll with a twelve gauge pump for protection\n\nNiggaz hate me in the section from years of chin checkin\nTurn to Smith and Wesson war weapons\nHeavenly Father I'm a soldier, I'm gettin hotter\ncause the world's gettin colder, baby let me hold ya\nTalk to my guns like they fly bitches\nAll you bustas best to run look at my bitches\nNow I know the answers to the question, do dreams come true\nStill starin at the world through my rearview (I say)\n[repeat 2X]\n(They got me) starin at the world through my rearview\nGo on baby scream to God, he can't hear you\nI can feel your heart beatin fast cause it's time to die\nGettin high, watchin time fly -- and all my motherfuckers/nigga can\ndie\n[repeat 2X]\n[Kastro]\nBack in the days we hustled for sneakers and beepers\nNine-six for glocks cause fiends hittin up blocks with street sweepers\nBless myself when knowin rules to these streets, somethin I learned\nin school, on some Million Man March shit for the piece/peace\nTrue that, only one life to lead, a fast life of greed\nCriminally addicted, infested since a seed\nWe all die, breed bleed like humans, towns run\nby young guns, Outlawz and truants, shit's deep\nTurn eighteen, ?roll my well and lockup?\nBurnt my body with my shotty, or chosin my dough\nSo while you reminiscin all nights out with the crew\nSmoke a blunt for me too, I'm starin through your rearview\n[Tupac]\nHahahaha, you ain't knowin what we mean by starin through the rearview\nSo since you ain't knowin what we mean let me break down understandin\nThe world, the world is behind us\nOnce a motherfucker get an understanding on the game\nand what the levels and the rules of the game is\nThen
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try...lean wit it,rock wit it by dem franchize boys...snap yo fingers by lil jon...ridin dirty by chamillionaire...Do it by cherish feat.youngbloods...camera phone by da musicianz...whats happening by Juvenile...girl by paul wall...temperature by sean paul...im in love wit a stripper bye t pain feat. mike jones...poppin my collar by three six mafia...my hood by young jeezy
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Verse: \nLooking at the world we are in, with the anger, all the fighting and the sin; considering the pain there are times I might complain, but instead I'll use my voice sing again. \n\nChorus: \nI wanna say thank you, for being my friend; when my back's against the one, you're the one I'm gonna call; I wanna say thank you, for being my friend; with all my heart, with all my soul, I wanna say, thank you for being my friend. \n\nVerse: \nWhen I think about the way you saved my life; to think that you could love me blows my mind. Every time I tried to leave, your love told me to stay; you're the God of second chances so I'll take this one to say \n\n(Back to Chorus) \n\nBridge: \nI'm so glad you came and saved my life; I don't have to be afraid, I'm never alone. \n\n(Back to Chorus) \n\nVamp: \n(Help me say thank you) \nBack's against the wall, you're the one I'm gonna call, Back's against the wall, you're the one I'm gonna call (repeat) \n\nWith all my heart, with all my soul, I wanna say, thank you for being my, thank you for being my, thank you for being my, thank you for being my friend.
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Tarkan and Wyclef - Why dont we\naman aman ..... \n\n(Wyclef) \nIstanbul,???? \ntarkan wyclef in the club come on \nall the ladies let me see you shake your hips come on \none night then i gotta take a flight back to New York \n\n(Tarkan) \nLike a flame its burning up \nI can see you taking off \nNever felt this way before, Im so lost in you \nWe dont even need to speak, I just need to feel your heat \n(Its getting its geeting good,sing it sing it come on) \nBaby make me uuu-uuu \n\nI wanna get to know, you really phsycial \nI wanna go below \nGet to you, get you all alone \nand then we let it go \n(Here we gooo) \n\nWhy dont we do it(??? your body body, move your body, body) \nGet right into it (groove your body body, move your body, body) \nShake it up, shake it down, Turn around now \nKeep me up all night \nWhy dont we do it (yea yea) \n\nAMAN AMAN..... \n\nI like the way you play it cool \nBut I know you want me too \n(make me sweat, you gotta make me sweat, baby)???? \nmake me ??? \nSay it all, all you need and now if all \nLet me be the one you call \nIf I touch you there, will it make you mine? \n\nI wanna get to know, you really phsycial \nI wanna go below \nGet to you, get you all alone \nand then we let it go \n(Here we gooo) \n\nWhy dont we do it(??? your body body, move your body, body) \nGet right into it (groove your body body, move your body, body) \nShake it up, shake it down, Turn around now \nKeep me up all night \nWhy dont we do it (yea yea) \n\nAMAN AMAN..... \n\n(Wyclef) \nWyclef Mr. International For Real \nBack On my Rap Game Aint Nothings Changed Its all the same \nI've been international since the Fuji days \nSo I still tought 365 days \nIts only right when Tarkan gave me a call and \nInvited me to International Players Ball \nLet me predict your future like Nosteradomus \nShe said Wyclef you speak Turkey "Tabi Tabi Tabi yavrummm" \nSo the paparazzi camera zooms into the honey move \n\n(Tarkan) \nWhy dont we do it(??? your body body, move your body, body) \nGet right into it (groove your body body, move your body, body) \nShake it up, shake it down, Turn around now \nKeep me up all night \nWhy dont we do it (yea yea) \n\nWhy dont we do it(??? your body body, move your body, body) \nGet right into it (groove your body body, move your body, body) \nShake it up, shake it down, Turn around now \nKeep me up all night \nWhy dont we do it (yea yea) \n\nAMAN AMAN..... \n\n(Wyclef) \n(Shes too hot, someone call the fire man, this girl is too hot, too hot) \n(Someone call the fire squad, this party is too hot, too hot) \n\n\n=]
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any site with lyrics. just type it into a search engine. \n\n\nLadies and Gentlemen\nJazzy Pha, Field Mob, Ciara, Superstar DJ's\nhere we go\n\n[Chorus]\nThey say\nHe do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard\nHe's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say\nHe think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs, and I heard\nHe's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug\nso what, so what, so what, so what\n\n[1st Verse]\nAnd they say\nI'm a slut, I'm a ho, I'm a freak\nI got a different girl everyday of the week\nYou too smart you'd be a dummy to believe\nThat stuff that you heard that they say about me\nThey say that I'm this, they say that I'm that\nBut all of it's fiction, none of it's fact\nBut you don't be hearin' it about your lover\nYou let it go in one ear and out the other\nNow he say, she say, they say, I heard\nIf they fake we can't let it get on our nerves\nShe miserable, she just want you to be\nLike her, misery needs company\nSo don't listen to that vine of grapes, They're\nNuthin' but liars hatin', And I bet\nThey wouldn't mind tradin' places\nWith you by my side in my mercedes\n\n[Chorus]\nThey say\nHe do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard\nHe's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say\nHe think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs, and I heard\nHe's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug\nso what, so what, so what, so what\n\nTell em CiCi, (?)\n\n[2nd Verse]\nMo Money, Mo problems, life of a legend\nHaters throw salt like rice at a weddin'\nSo what, that's your cousin, that don't mean nuthin'\nHer like missin' is a type of affection\nYou get, you just blind to the facts\nSee the lies just as obvious as cries for attention\nYield to the blindness to apply your suspicion\nBut listen, say you love me, gotta trust me\nWhy you stress this high school mess?\nBreak up never, they just jealous\nDrama from your mother, mean mug from your brother\nI'm that author of the book, they can judge from the cover\nYes, I been to jail\nAnd yes, I'm grindin for real\nI'm a positive talkin' negative pimp\nThey hate to see you doin' better than them\nso\n\n[Chorus]\nThey say\nHe do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard\nHe's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say\nHe think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs, and I heard\nHe's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug\nso what, so what, so what, so what\n\nLadies and Gentlemen, Ciara\n\n[3rd Verse]\nSome people don't like it\nCuz you hang out in the street\nBut you my boyfriend\nYou've always been here for me\nThis love is serious\nNo matter what people think\nI'm gon be here for ya\nAnd I don't care what they say\nSome people don't like it\nCuz you hang out in the street\nBut you my boyfriend\nYou've always been here for me\nI love the thug in ya\nNo matter what people think\nI'm gon be here for ya\nAnd I dont care what they say\n\n[Chorus]\nThey say\nHe do a little this, he do a little that, he always in trouble, and I heard\nHe's nuthin' but a pimp, he's done a lot of chicks, he's always in the club, and they say\nHe think he slick, he's got a lot of chips, he's sellin' them drugs, and I heard\nHe's been locked up, find somebody else, he aint nuthin' but a thug\nso what, so what, so what, so what
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to tha guy above me u need to go sit ur ass down somewhere cuz nobody asked u for your smart comment. \n\nand to the asker of the question: i looked on the web, but i couldn't find the lyrics to this song
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All right!\n\nBreak me down, you got a lovely face\nWe're going to your place\nAnd now you got to freak me out\nScream so loud, getting fuckin' laid\nYou want me to stay, but I got to make my way\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back to keep me right on\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back to keep me right on\n\nTake it ALL, the paper is your game\nYou jump in bed with fame\nAnother one night paid in full, uh\nYou're so fine, it won't be a loss\nCashing in the rocks, just to get you face to face\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back to keep me right on\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back to keep me right on\n\nGet the video\nFuck you so good\nGet the video\nFuck you so good\n\nCrazy bitch\nCrazy bitch\nCrazy...bitch\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back to keep me right on\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back, come on\n\nBaby girl\nYou want it all\nTo be a star\nYou'll have to go down\nTake it off\nNo need to talk\nYou're crazy\nBut I like the way you fuck me\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back to keep me right on\n\nHey\nYou're crazy bitch\nBut you fuck so good, I'm on top of it\nWhen I dream, I'm doing you all night\nScratches all down my back to keep me right on\nYou keep me right on\n\nYou're crazy\nBut I like the way you fuck me
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I think that GangStarr sang it originally.\n\nSo wassup? You know we can't be havin that\nSon there's rules you're supposed to go by and this is my habitat\nYou say you're R E P R E S E N T I N G\nYou're fronting boy come against me\nYou're crazy soft while I come off with credibility\nYou're living in a fantasy world kid you're killing me\nI start to work out you start to merk out\nMy shit be crazy raw and out here I got more clout\nI'm right in your streets, like I'm Urban Outreach\nI don't mean to preach but I'll impeach your phony form of speech\nRhyme perfection, injecting like the surgeon\nWhile you be in the club posing, trickin always splurgin\nWhatever you got, I'm gettin more\nSee you're insecure, and you can catch my verbal four-four\nNow you're facing me, I'm your ultimate challenger\nIt's the Avenger, your fate is on my calender\nNotice the spirit I posess is more than holy\nI'm Gifted, Unlimited, ahh fuck the rest you know niggaz know me\nMy lines illuminate your whole spectrum\nCrush your dome section, punks I wreck em, mics I bless em\nI don't know why, MC's would want to test the man so fly\nMaster of self gaining wealth\nCause I'm a mastermind, I stack my rhymes\nJust for the rainy day, and you can pour out your forty\nfor all the rappers I slay, I bring the bounty back\nI got more game than the Mack, when I procees to feed the masses\nI come right and exact, and all those null and voids\nThey shall be destroyed, so don't be stickin our your hand\nCause you ain't my fuckin homeboy\nI celebrate after each duck I eliminate\nThis rap game they desecrate, I'm back to set it straight\nI'm self-made and self-taught\nYou're style you bought, plus\nI got the fundamentals handed down from my pops\nHobbes your mission, is worthless\nYour style's mad nervous, let's strecth out all our lyrics\nand let's see whose go the furthest, word cause\nIt's puzzling how trifling you be\nYou're faking making people think that you're a true MC\nYou best flee, because I've come with the science\nI'm gonna melt down your lies and unmask your phony alliance\nExtreme house winds, will bring electrical shockwaves\nKnocking you out the box kid, is something I crave\nYou were gassed from the beginning so your bubble must bust\nI've been laying in the cut, to tear your bitch ass up\nSo wassup?!\n\n\nGang Starr are one of hip-hop's most admired acts ever. \nThe duo's legacy is nothing short of legendary -- in terms of influence -- and they arguably belong among the greatest hip hop groups of all time. \nThey are composed of the MC Guru and DJ Premier, and are based in Brooklyn, New York. \nDuring their carreer the duo basically epitomized the New York City hip hop sound. \nThe entirety of Gang Starr's catalog, especially Step in the Arena (1991), Daily Operation (1992) and Moment of Truth (1998) are well-respected among critics and hip hop heads alike. Their track "Jazz Thang", featured on the soundtrack to Spike Lee's film Mo' Better Blues, helped establish the sound of jazz rap, although they themselves consider their sound solely straight hardcore hip hop.\n\nThe group was founded in 1987 with Guru, DJ 1,2 B Down, Mike Dee and various producers, such as Donald D, J.V. Johnson or DJ Mark The 45 King. In 1987 and 1988 they released three 12" vinyl singles on the legendary Wild Pitch label, and in 1989 Guru and DJ Premier (then working under the name Waxmaster C) met for the first time. In the same year they released their first single "Words I Manifest" and went on working together as a group for six albums, a 2 CD "greatest hits" compilation and numerous singles and soundtrack contributions.
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The rapper Jay-Z, TAKEOVER\n\nThe lyrics can be found at the link below, contains adult language
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Artist - "Song Title" - Album\n\n2pac - "Dear Mama" - Me Against the World\nKanye West - "Hey Mama" - Late Registration \nBeanie Siegel - "Mom Praying" feat Scarface - The Reason\nGhostface - "Momma" - Fishscale\nCommon - "Payback is a Grandmother" - Like Water for Chocolate\n\nCouldn't find any Roots songs...\n\n(not really about moms, but funny anyway)\n2 Live Crew - "Hoochie Mama" - 12"