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 Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:18 pm
Post the lyrics to ur favorite songs up here plz after posting no biting
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Posted: Sat Aug 12, 2006 10:20 pm
RICK ROSS LYRICS
"Hustlin'"
[Intro]
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Hustle, hustlin' hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-ev-everyday I'm, everyday I'm, everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin' hustlin' hustlin' hust-hustlin'
[Verse 1]
Who the ******** you think you ********' with, I'm the ********' boss
Seven forty-five, white on white that's ********' Ross
I cut 'em wide, I cut 'em long, I cut 'em fat (What)
I keep 'em comin' back (What), we keep 'em comin' back
I'm in the distribution, I'm like Atlantic
I got them ******** flyin' 'cross the Atlantic
I know Pablo, Noriega, the real Noriega
He owe me a hundred favors
I ain't petty *****, we buy the whole thang
See most of my niggas really still deal cocaine
My roof back, my money rides
I'm on the pedal, show you what I'm runnin' like
When they snatch black I cry for a hundred nights
He got a hundred bodies, servin' a hundred lives
[Hook]
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Ev-everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm hustlin'
Everyday I'm, everyday I'm
[Verse 2]
We never steal cars, but we deal hard
Whip it real hard whip it whip it real hard
I caught a charge, I caught a charge
Whip it real hard, whip it whip it real hard
Ain't bout no funny s**t still bitches and business
I'm on my money s**t still whippin' them Benz
Major league who catchin' because I'm pitchin'
Jose Canseco just snitchin' because he's finish
I feed 'em steroids to strengthen up all my chickens
They flyin' over Pacific to be specific
Triple C's you know it's back we holdin' sacks
So ***** go on rat, run and tell 'em that
Mo' cars, mo' hoes, mo' clothes, mo blows
[Hook]
[Verse 3]
It's time to spend my thrills, custom spinnin' wheels
I ain't drove in a week them bitches spinnin' still
Talk about me because these suckers scared to talk about me
Killers talkin' bout me, it ain't no talk about me
It ain't no walkin' 'round me, see all these killers 'round me
Lot of drug dealin' 'round me goin' down in Dade County
Don't tote no twenty-twos, Magnum cost me twenty-two
Sat it on them twenty-twos, birds go for twenty-two
Lil' mama super thick, she say she twenty-two
She seen them twenty-twos, we in room two twenty-two
I touch work like I'm convertible Burt
I got distribution so I'm convertin' the work
In the M-I-A-YO them niggaz rich off that YAYO
Steady slangin' YAYO, my Chevy bangin' Yayo
[Hook]
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Posted: Mon Aug 14, 2006 4:00 pm
PHARRELL WILLIAMS LYRICS
"Number 1"
(feat. Kanye West)
[Intro - Kanye West (Pharrell)]
World's... world's... world's famous [2X]
Your now listening to (girl)
Skateboard P and the Louis Vuitton Don (I'm back)
It's so unfair so unreasonable
Let's go
[Verse 1 - Pharrell (Kanye West)]
I musta hurt your feelings (come on)
Your temper hit the ceiling
You know I wanna talk to you (get em P)
Oh girl come on (come on)
But to maintain this living (come on come on)
God knows it's not given (come on)
You know I got a lots to do (let's take em up)
Oh girl come on (come on)
I know this part ain't pretty (come on come on)
But you know I been busy (yeah)
Thats why I can't talk long on the phone (uh huh)
Oh girl come on (come on)
So honey if you with me (come on come on)
Know I'll look for your pretty (yeah)
Face to smile when I get home
And when we make love you know it's gon' be amazing (yeah)
Cause you're my
[Chorus - Pharrell (Kanye West)]
Number 1 (baby girl you and me)
Smash hit (thats a hit to me)
Off the charts (look how she get to me)
Classic (she may not be nothing to you but she the s**t to me)
Soon as I'm done (tell me how you love that)
I'm dashing (number 1 can't put nothing above that)
Home to hold your heart (you deserve a verse from me)
And smash it (we gon' party like it's our anniversary)
Go
[Verse 2 - Pharrell (Kanye West)]
Didn't I just tell ya (yo)
That you're my Cinderella (get em P)
My dream ball ain't fixed one sight (come on)
Oh girl come on (come on come on)
Baby.. you know I'd rather be where you are (world's famous)
You are my shining star
But last night that just wasn't right
Oh girl come on (come on come on)
I know this part ain't pretty (come on)
But you know I been busy
Thats why I can't talk long on the phone (the international)
It's hard for you baby girl come on (world's famous)
So honey if you with me (yeah)
Know I'll look for your pretty (everybody)
Face to smile when I get home (I need you to sing along with me)
And when we make love you know it's gon' be amazing (this part right here it's coming up check it out)
Cause you're my (everybody say)
[Chorus - Pharrell (Kanye West)]
Number 1 (baby girl you and me)
Smash hit (thats a hit to me)
Off the charts (look how she get to me)
Classic (she may not be nothing to you but she the s**t to me)
Soon as I'm done (tell me how you love that)
I'm dashing (number 1 can't put nothing above that)
Home to hold your heart (you deserve a verse from me)
And smash it (we gon' party like it's our anniversary)
Go
[2X]
[Verse 3 - Kanye West]
Yesterday I was half the man you see
Baby thats because you the other half of me
You my number 1 hit on the line of the charts
I'mma (FedEx) my love and have you +sign+ for my heart
For my number 1 I keep ya dumb fly
Fresh to death you like after death
I resurrected my gold Jesus of Nazareth
Now we (Fresh) as a (Prince) while they (Jazzy Jeff)
And you don't be saying s**t when they asking questions
A-a-and you be giving me my space a-a-and
You don't be running on +myspace+ a-a-and
You know some other s**t I hate w-w-what
W-w-when they violate b-but
Tonight man I ain't in the mood for it
Don't matter who wore it, you wore it.
Look how ya co-or Dinated man that's my favorite
I love the way that it
[Chorus - Pharrell (Kanye West)]
Number 1 (fits on you)
Smash hit (girl that's the s**t on you)
Off the charts (look how she get to me)
Classic (she may not be nothing to you but she the s**t to me)
Soon as I'm done (t-tell me how you love that)
I'm dashing (number 1 can't put nothing above that)
Home to hold your heart (you deserve a verse from me)
And smash it (we gon' party like it's our anniversary)
Number 1 (come on come on)
Smash hit (you're my number 1 girl) (come on)
Off the charts
Classic (you're my number 1 girl) (come on)
Soon as I'm done (come on come on)
I'm dashing (you're my number 1 girl) (come on)
Home to hold your heart
And smash it (you're my number 1 girl) (take em up)
[Outro - Kanye West (Pharrell)]
World's... world's... world's famous (you're my number 1 girl)
World's... world's... world's famous (you're my number 1 girl)
World's... world's... world's famous (you're my number 1 girl)
World's... world's... world's famous (you're my number 1 girl)
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:54 am
awww u posted that song 4 me, how sweet whee lol jk
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 4:14 pm
DaT SeXi BiSh (911) awww u posted that song 4 me, how sweet whee lol jk of course
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:08 pm
CASSIE LYRICS
"Me & U"
You've been waiting so long
I'm here to answer your call
I know that I shouldn't have had you waiting at all
I've been so busy, but I've been thinking about what I wanna do with you
I know them other guys, they been talking bout the way I do what I do
They heard I was good, they wanna see if it's true
They know you're the one I wanna give it to
I can see you want me too
Now, it's me and you
It's me and you, now
I've been waiting (Waiting)
Think I wanna make that move, now
Baby, tell me if you like it (Tell me if you like it)
It's me and you, now
I've been waiting
Think I wanna make that move, now
Baby, tell me how you like it
I was waiting for you to tell me you were ready
I know what to do, if only you would let me
As long as you're cool with it, I'll treat you right
Here is where you wanna be
I know them other guys, they been talking bout the way I do what I do
They heard I was good, they wanna see if it's true
They know you're the one I wanna give it to
I can see you want me too
And now, it's me and you
It's me and you now (Baby, it's me and you)
I've been waiting
Think I wanna make that move, now (Thinking bout making that move)
Baby, tell me if you like it (Tell me if you like it)
It's me and you, now (Uh-huh)
I've been waiting (Hey)
Think I wanna make that move, now (Wanna make a move)
Baby, tell me how you like it (Yea)
Baby, I'll love you all the way down
Get cha right where you like it, I promise you'll like it (I swear)
Just relax and let me make that move (It's our secret thang)
Keep it between me and you
It's me and you, now (Oh Yea-a)
I've been waiting
Think I wanna make that move, now (Move now)
Baby, tell me if you like (Tell me if you like it)
It's me and you, now (Yea)
I've been waiting
Think I wanna make that move, now (Gonna make a move now)
Baby, tell me how you like it
It's me and you
Baby ill love you all the way down
Get you just where you like
I promise you'll like it(i swear)
Just relax and let me make a move(it's now secret)
It's me and you, now
I've been waiting (Waiting)
Think I wanna make that move, now
Baby, tell me if you like it (Tell me if you like it)
It's me and you, now
I've been waiting
Think I wanna make that move, now
Baby, tell me how you like it
It's me and you, now
I've been waiting (Waiting)
Think I wanna make that move, now
Baby, tell me if you like it (Tell me if you like it)
It's me and you, now
I've been waiting
Think I wanna make that move, now
Baby, tell me how you like it.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 5:09 pm
50 CENT LYRICS
"Window Shopper"
[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at s**t you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as ******** when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
***** you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
***** you's a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at s**t you can't buy
***** you's a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
***** you's a window shopper
Mad as ******** when you see me ride by
[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I'm filthy
Funny how a ***** get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bullshit
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done ******** up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y'all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
***** When we rollin' rollin' rollin'
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a ***** wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a b***h like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my sex game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, s**t changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I'm holing, holing, holing
s**t man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus]
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 11:44 pm
Durrtyboi DaT SeXi BiSh (911) awww u posted that song 4 me, how sweet whee lol jk of course ur in my journal now, my bad i 4got madd people stressed (im mad i 4got u though)
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:10 am
OUTKAST LYRICS
"Morris Brown"
Whether you like it or not, he's back
D-A-double D-Y Fat Sacks
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
Sharp as a tack like I just left church (clean)
Smart than a tack when the windows won't work (mean)
Ridin' in the Cadillac Beatin' like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
And everybody wanna know whus really goin' on
Is you and 3000 still makin' songs?
So on and so on
I can o-on and o-on
and on,and on,and on
Hell yes!
[CHORUS:]
Music make the world go round
Where it goes (where it goes)
Ya' just don't know (ya just don't know)
My heart is like a marching band
Im a fan in the stands
Yes I am and Im hollerin' hey baby
Sayin hey baby
So baby please dont leave me
Dont you go (dont you go)
Baby no, no, no (baby no, no, no)
My heart is like a marching band
Im a fan in the stands
Yes I am and Im hollerin' hey baby
Sayin hey baby
Two dope boyz in the Cadillac still
'Kast...the crown on ya Cadillac Seville
I'll make your wheels of steel stand (still)
Like your DJ got killed
The fire marsh-
Fire marshall
Shut'er down, time to go!
OutKast royalty by design of logo
Wanna count it out loud?
93, 94, 95, 96
Plus a dime, still thats fire
Hot like teh perm on the back of ya neck
Left it in too long
Now ya got Cabbage Patch Silky
Ridin' the Cadillac
Beatin' like some beatit up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast cmae to heat it up
Bendin' corners like a crowbar, oh so unique
got the pedal to floor, but the 4 door just creeps
Ridin' in the Cadillac
Beatin like some beat it up
The game dun' changed Out-
Kast came to heat it up
Exotic, melodic melody jep, we got it
Funkin for the funk of it and everybody want it
(ROOF) you make it make it put a dog on it
(ROOF) you make it make it put a dog on it
[CHORUS:]
Im tippin my hat off to ya baby
Cuz youre so fine, blow my mind
I put in the time
Everybody knows you cant let the pretty one past ya by
without sayin' hi
Im so gone over you
Yes it's true
Baby do whatcha you do
My nose is open wide (so wide, yeah)
Lookin' at you such a pretty sight (so wide, yeah)
My heart on my sleeve (my sleeve, yeah)
And this is how it sounds to me (this is how it sounds to me)
[CHORUS:]
Baby you and me
We make a musical masterpiece
I travel the land
Me and my band
We bringin' the church back to ya feet
So wait baby
Dont leave me, baby
Say wait,baby
Dont leave me, baby
[2x]
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Posted: Sun Sep 03, 2006 1:17 am
LIL SCRAPPY LYRICS
"Money In The Bank"
(feat. Young Buck)
[Lil Scrappy]
Okay-kay-kay-kayyy, G's up, Lil Scrappy
I got money
BME (BME), money in the bank, G-Unit!
[Chorus - 4X]
I got money in the bank (yea)
shawty what you drank
[Lil Scrappy]
I'ma get that, dough and ******** with dem, hoes
Young ladied that know me know Scrappy's a, pro
Fill up at the, bar go get a mas-sage
Find me a couple we can make it a, me-nage
You be tryin, hard but ***** don't, start
You be doin s**t is gon' get you to the, morgue
I go get that, paper a mega ******** watch
I be pullin out knots, that can buy me a, yacht
Hold on baby, please, go get on yo', knees
If you don't do it for me then do it for the, cheese (yea)
I got extra weed (yea) money long like sleeves (yea)
If a ***** try to creep, I got extra heat
Got a bank account (cha-ching) with a large amount
If a ***** wanna talk, ***** we can let it bounce (bounce)
Take it outside, ***** ******** fallin back
Killers run up in the club, ballin with a bigger stack
[Chorus - 2X]
[Young Buck]
Two step with me, let me show you how it goes
The Murcielago, lemme show you how it rolls
I got a Bentley that I only drove one time
50 bought it for me shorty but it's still mine
My Chevy clean and the paint look like lemon-lime
You wanna shine, it ain't hard, just get on your grind
We keep a bankroll, wallet full of credit cards
Cup full of Cristal, box full of cigars
Dirty South tatted on my back, I'm country
She said she like the way I talk, these hoes love me
Club goin crazy, we throwin out stacks
G-Unit South yeah, tell the DJ bring it back
See I'm A-Town stompin in a A-Town hat
But I'm reppin Tennessee, like my homey Project Pat
It ain't 'bout where you from homeboy it's where you at
Scrappy beat me on the dice, yeah it's cool I'll be back
Cause I got
[Chorus - 2X]
[Lil Scrappy]
50, got me, Lil Jon, got me
I got a big-a** squad, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My s**t gon', sell, yo' s**t gon', flop
Lil Jon, got me, 50, got me
I got a big-a** family, how you gon' stop me
Y'all niggaz, watch me, rise to the, top
My s**t gon', sell, yo' s**t gon', flop
[Chorus - 2X]
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