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[50 Cent] Ahhhhhh! G-Unit! [Intro/Chorus - 50 Cent] Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I want Baby you got, you got, you got, you got what I need Now shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up Girl shake that thang Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up [Cho

I'm black I'm black I'm pink I'm pink I'm Rinso white I'm in-vis-i-ble Ain't got no home So Ain't got no shoes Poor Ain't got no money Honey Ain't got no class Common Ain't got no scarf [ot Ain't got no gloves Cold Ain't got no bed Beat Ain't got no pot Busted Ain't got no faith Catholic Ain't got

Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Oooh Colby O'Donis: I peeped you on the phone Just showin' off ya stones And notice that that pinky ring is right enough baby I know you're not alone But I could just be wrong The way them fellas houndin' and sizin' you up baby And I like the way you take advant

I was bored I need a new drug Everybody bitin' shit Gettin' fucked up M.I.A. rollin' wit Blaqstarr Anyone talking shit I'm gonna blow em all up Who's mad, who's crazy, who's fucked up? It's about time I rack em all up More fire, more power, more wound up I'm the queen of this shit Don't bother step

[Nate Dogg] I got love... I got love... I got love... I got love... I got love - I, got, love, for, my homies who be rollin wit me They know game - play, no, games, cause, ain't nobody playin wit me I got love - I, got, love, for my niggaz on my family tree I got love - love for the ghetto,

[Intro] Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, you know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff* They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big. I can't believe it

I can't take your hand and Lead you to the water I can't make you feel What you don't feel but you know you wanna Find out how to crack me Log in try to hack me Underneath the surface There's so much you need to know But you might feel like you're drowning But that's what I need to let go Tell me

If its not those cowboy boots in the summer Oh my God I pray for another Chance to drive down back highways Til I stumble upon your beautiful face Your presence isn't what kills me It's that artistic gleam That's taking over my scenery Dream by dream You might think I'm incapable Of loving a soul l

We've got forever, forever I'll plant you a garden Of laughter and tears With rain and with sunshine Love will grow through the years The dreams that we're dreaming Have time to come true 'Cause we've got forever And forever is meant for so very few We shall have music We shall have rhyme We shal

I was alright before I met you I was alright before you came Until the day you found me Every night felt the same It was really hard for me Seeing all the things surrounding me Your touch have set me free Cause you're the one, the one I need. Give you everything I've got Cause you're the only one

Kenny Rogers & Sheena Easton I know it's late, I know that you're weary I know your plans don't include me Still here we are, both of us lonely Longing for shelter from all that we see Why should we worry, no-one will care, girl Look at the stars now so far away we've got tonight W

I've been around the world I've seen a million girls Ain't one of them got What my lady she's got She steals the spotlight Knocks me off my feet She's enough to start a landslide Just a walkin' down the street Wearing dresses so tight And looking dynamite Enough to blow me out No doubt about it can'

When your love is strong and it comes from the heart Ain't no man strong enough Ain't no time long enough to tear it apart And that's what we had, believe it or not So on the final day I thought all the hurting pain will end up on top So I won't cry 'cause you're going away 'Cause the chemistry we'

[Intro] Hahaha I told niggas not to shoot dice with me Look at this stack I got money I got money Hahaha [50 Cent] Aww nigga don't trip I'll kill ya if you fuck with my grip I won't hesitate to let off a clip Aww nigga don't trip You gon' make me get on some shit Run up on you quick

I've been trippin' On your dirty lies You've been takin' Much more than my pride You just have to Give some more respect So why don't you Get off of my back (I gotta make U wanna see) The games you play with me (I gotta make U wanna do) oh oh oh (I gotta make U wanna feel, so here's

I picked you out in a crowd Of a thousand faces Yeah, I found you, Ohhhh I chose the whys and the whens All around and places Yeah, I choose you, Ohhhh I let you see me Let you believe it was your move So smooth My rules Well you think you are the one Who got me boy But I got you I've

So I said this once before I'm never gonna give you in No, not again Cause I've wasted all I've known, to watch it fade and slip away now from my hands And what I have I have in mind And I think about you all the time I'm feeling miles away You think I've got it made I don't belong here I'm feeling

You think that you're so slick I got something for you Hold that thought you're old news Older than my old shoes Since you like to play games Grow up act your damn age Trix for kids You're so lame Cause you never really loved me the same Now close that door behind you (ay) Close that door beh

Back when all my little goals seemed so important Every pot of gold feeling full of distortion Heaven was a place still in space, not in motion But soon I got you I got everything, I’ve got you I don’t need nothing more than you I got everything, I’ve got you We went walking through the hill

Step back, relax, and chill as I thrill The K is back, I'm not here to ill Layin' knowledge through the mic Hype with a beat like this for your delight Coolin' in the crib, writing rhymes A pen on the paper spending times Then up on the stage, the crowd's in a rage Takin' rap to a brand new age Psyc

You-u-u-u, got me good I-I-I-I, you-u-u-u I like this right here Check it out, yeah Word on the street is that you’re single So, so baby have you heard my single It goes la di-da and it hits like a cymbal I drew a heart with my finger on your window What’s up, even with your hair up Girl, wha

Who's The King? You're like the King of Rock & Roll Filled with a soul and all fucked up on Demerol Like the King you're only headed for the ground Your own Graceland, Your body never found I smell a rat up the back But no a former champion The hardest man alive's in an Indiana prison W

i see you walking down the street i dunno what to say you break my heart when you look away i know you can't help it you look so good but you cant geti nvolved with a common street hood your friends make fun of me thats just my luck all i am to them's some low rent punk i see you coming &

ify ou've got the gall to tell me yer dreams and i've got the ignorance here in my jeans we can change our names and enter discreet and if you've got the wisdom and i've got the wits and we've got the spell that turns fire to shit then the world spirit's invested in it you hold the apple &am

She's on the Zoom Well she got up every morning and she waited in the cold Got on the stinking yellow school bus and did what she was told And she stared out the window, all the way down to high school. She went to home economics just like all the other girls Making chicken a la king and pe

Bad A Sort Of Homecoming The Three Sunrises Love Comes Tumbling

Girl, I can't understand you you're like reading a big fat book in hebrew & I can tell by the way you drool you don't mean to be cruel Oh baby, 'fess up to your feelings & tell me you need me 'cause your ass is very pleasing Girl you've gotta say it say it Don't spray it do

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Hree we go again, on a 747, Looking at the clouds from the other side of heaven, Smoking & drinking, never gonna stop, Reading magazines, stop me looking at the clock, Wanna watch the movie, can't keep still, Flying down to Rio, going to Brazil, Watching all the roadcrew attacking little

We bet on our lives and we bet on the horses In that upstairs apartment On Orlando and 4th And the rent was due and the rent man was knocking Like a Chinese proverb We were always searching Nightlife's a no-win but nobody noticed How we killed off the bottles Looking good on the surface T

What's Done Is Done by Gregg Allman, Allen Woody Copyright 1994 Sony Music Entertainment, Inc. Transcribed by Ed Luskey I couldn't stay around and finish high school, I had to hit the streets as soon as I could. Now I'm runnin', always runnin', as I turned out the way they said I would. Da

This one will never sell They'll never understand I don't even sing it well I try but I just can't But I sing it every night And I fight to keep it in Cause, this one's for you This one's for you I've done a hundred songs From fantasies to lies This one's so real for me That i'[m the one w

feel me, take me in slowly so you can understand how deep my love can go baby your river is flowing so let me just fill you up till you just overflow just feel me, all over your body i promise you`ll thank me if you do just what you`re told `cause, you`ll be whimpering gently shivering softl

Am I losing my mind You're everywhere and I don't know why Something I can't deny On and on like a song in my head And I can't do a thing about it When your heart can't stop Like a runaway train And love walks in like a hurricane It's a beautiful thing When it feels so good That you can't let go W

when i first saw you i knew i had to have you you got me on my knees, object of my fantasies then i heard you liked s&m yeah well tie me up cause i wanna be whipped oh yeah i wanna touch you f*ck you be your slave and when you get me all alone i'll do anything you say i wanna f*ck you