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Triple X Soundtrack Lyrics Here are the lyrics for both CD's released in 2002. |
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CD 1
Feuer Frei - Rammstein Getadelt wird wer Schmerzen kennt Vom Feuer das die Haut verbrennt Ich werf ein Licht In mein Gesicht Ein heisser Schrei Feuer frei! Bäng bäng! Bäng bäng! Geadelt ist wer Schmerzen kennt Vom Feuer das in Lust verbrennt Ein Funkenstoss In ihren Schoss Ein heisser Schrei Feuer frei! Bäng bäng! Bäng bäng! Feuer frei! Bäng bäng! Bäng bäng! Feuer frei! Gefährlich ist wer Schmerzen kennt Vom Feuer das den Geist verbrennt (Bäng bäng!) Gefährlich das gebrannte Kind Mit Feuer das vom Leben trennt Ein heisser Schrei (Bäng bäng!) Feuer frei! Dein Glück Ist nicht mein Glück Ist mein Unglück Dein Glück Ist nicht mein Glück Ist mein Unglück Bäng bäng! Bäng bäng! Feuer frei! Bäng bäng! Bäng bäng! Feuer frei! Bäng bäng! Bäng bäng! Feuer frei!! Bäng bang! Bodies - Drowning Pool Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the ... FLOOR! One... Two... Three... Four... Beaten why for? (why for?) Can't take much more... (Here we go! Here we go! Here we go! Now!) One - Nothing wrong with me Two - Nothing wrong with me Three - Nothing wrong with me Four - Nothing wrong with me One - Something's got to give Two - Something's got to give Three - Something's got to give Now! Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Push me again (again) This is the end (Here we go! Here we go! Here we go! Now!) One - Nothing wrong with me Two - Nothing wrong with me Three - Nothing wrong with me Four - Nothing wrong with me One - Something's got to give Two - Something's got to give Three - Something's got to give Now! Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Skin against skin, blood and bone You're all by yourself but you're not alone You wanted in Now you're here Driven by hate, consumed by fear Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor! One - Nothing wrong with me Two - Nothing wrong with me Three - Nothing wrong with me Four - Nothing wrong with me One - Something's got to give Two - Something's got to give Three - Something's got to give Now! Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor Let the bodies hit the floor THE FLOOR! THE FLOOR! THE FLOOR! THE FLOOR! THE... I Will Be Heard - Hatebreed Now is the time for me to rise to my feet Wipe your spit from my face Wipe these tears from my eyes Now is the time for me to rise to my feet Wipe your spit from my face Wipe these tears from my eyes I've got to take my life back One chance to make it right I've gotta have my voice be heard And bring meaning to this life 'Cause I'm trusted for nothing I've been led astray I've been treading justice But I won't accept this fate I've done things I regret And it's time to reverse the roles Now I just wanna make it on All the prophecies I have been I will be... I WILL BE I WILL BE HEARD I WILL BE I WILL BE HEARD Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard) Wipe your spit from my face Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard) For the worst, we prevail So our voices will be heard For the worst, we prevail So our voices will be (2x) Now is the time for me to rise to my feet Wipe your spit from my face Wipe these tears from my eyes Now is the time for me to rise to my feet Wipe your spit from my face Wipe these tears from my eyes I've got to take my life back One chance to make it right I've got to have my voice be heard And bring meaning to this life 'Cause I'm trusted for nothing I've been led astray I've been treading justice But I won't accept this fate I've done things I regret And it's time to reverse the roles Now I just wanna make it on All the prophecies I have been I will be... I WILL BE I WILL BE HEARD I WILL BE I WILL BE HEARD Now is the time for me to rise to my feet (I will be heard) Wipe your spit from my face Wipe these tears from my eyes (I will be heard) I WILL BE! Millionaire - Queens of the Stoneage Dead blow with the life from the low I’ll be massive conquistador Give me sword, show me the door Metal heavy, shocked at the core Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Pressurize, neutralize Deep fried, gimme some more Space flunky, four on the floor Fortified with the liquor store This one's down, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Shrunken head I love to adore B-movie, gimme some gore Gimme toro, gimme some more B-movie, gimme some gore [pause] Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Gimme toro, gimme some more Get Up Again - Flaw Here we go again A very temperamental process Beginning with all of our excess Affecting our very own ingest This side of you is speechless Overwhelmed with an abscess Creating new diseases And infecting whomever it pleases We've been living this way for too long, too long Then I noticed a difference In the way that I saw other insects Who were living a life of indulgence Sheltered by their parents Such an unlucky existence Not given a chance to experience And make their own decisions I wouldn't trade my own mistakes at all {Chorus} Reach out your hands Out for the ones who, aid when the going gets rough Until the end These are the ones who, help when the times get tough And times will get tough Get up again Times will get tough Get up again Here it comes once again [beat] [Chorus] Landing - Moby Thick black soul Moving slow, moving close to you This life I don't know It seems kinda sick to me Hold each other tight Walking through to my destiny This glitter in my eye Catches light catches sympathy This glitter in my eye Catches light catches sympathy Your lips are moving but I can't hear what you say Stars are falling but you still feel the same way This shield What is real Is believing (Ha-ha-ha-aaa) [REPEAT] Adrenaline - Gavin Rossdale You don't feel the pain Too much is not enough Nobody said this stuff makes any sense We're hooked again Point of no return See how the buildings burn Light up the night Such pretty sight Adrenaline keeps me in the game Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain Wilder than your wildest dreams When you're going to extremes It takes adrenaline (You don't feel the pain) Sail through an empty night It's only you and I who understand There is no plan Get closer to the thrill Only time will kill What's in your eyes Is so alive Adrenaline keeps me in the game Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain Wilder than your wildest dreams When you're going to extremes It takes adrenaline Run through the speed of sound Every thing slows you down And all color that surrounds you Are bleeding to the walls All the things you really need Just wait to find the speed Then you will achieve Escape velocity Too much is not enough Nobody gave it up Im not the kind To lay down and die Adrenaline keeps me in the game Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain Wilder than your wildest dreams When you're going to extremes It takes adrenaline Adrenaline Screaming out your name Adrenaline you don't even feel the pain Wilder than your wildest dreams When you're going to extremes It takes adrenaline (Adrenaline) You don't even feel the pain You don't even feel the pain I'm going to extremes There is nothing in between You don't even feel the pain You don't even feel the pain You don't even feel the pain You don't even feel the pain 004 - Fermin IV I do not have the lyrics for this song. IF you have them, please send them to me at VNichelleMc@yahoo.com. Thank you. Technologicque - Orbital I do not have the lyrics for this song. IF you have them, please send them to me at VNichelleMc@yahoo.com. Thank you. CD 2 Stick Out Ya Wrist - Nelly Uh, uh-oh Uh, uh uh uh, ay uh uh Uh uh uh, c-mon [Chorus] Hey Mister Stick out ya wrist, how many in this Stick out ya chest, are those baguettes I need to see how deep them pockets get Let me see if all that shit you talkin really legit [Verse 1] 15 miles an hour, maybe so You can make it straight from your seat to your front door You can get a glimpse of the one that they call mo' Mr. low-pro, fans peepin like der he go Two lane now, put yo bite on me Y'all done waited too long, I got a tax ID Right ID, proper registration never thought I'd see Full coverage on my feet Hold up, slow it down and let me think about it Froze up, erraything that you can see around me My neck, wrist, arm, the whole nine I done took you best shot, now dirty you hold mine Got cats goin to jail, tryin to do what I do I got cats goin through hell, when the thang come through 2-0-2, light grey blue Stiched in the carpet, you know who-ooh [Chorus - Girl] [Nelly] Ok, now let me see ya do it baby Don't be afraid go now Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud [Verse 2] Jack Frost, fuck it! what is cost Who the boss, flossin is applesauce Dirty 3rd grade, bought milk on thursday Now I buy Escalades on birthdays Lex and Merced eez on deez E's off these, n-u-t's I cough and sneeze, for frost bit sleeves It's not just me, but really my family You want the run down, keep it poppin to sun down Dirty come now, I'm a show you who run the town Your baby daddy is most hated, can't listen to my song When he at home, irrated when the video on I'm makin ones with them niggas see my ass in the club Puffin the bud, and spendin a hundred for every dub What he got in his hand, I'm at it again But I really can't stand, a lunatic plan - work it [Chorus] [Nelly] Ok, now let me see ya do it baby Don't be afraid go now Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud [Verse 3] You can call me what you want, but call me a come up Before you run up, make sure your funds up (why) I'm gonna buy some shit out of herr you ain't never seen But probly wrist bands, mo denim starched jeans Diablo boots with the posher string I'll take a cream-a-team shirt with the bentley sleeves Four-door swoosh, made by nike Drop-top jumpan suit by mike e Got to like my playa, I'm in it for the dough I'm in it for show, matter fact I'm in it to blow When I wake up in the mornin, I'll be in it some mo Garunteed anytime, dial 3-1-4 Do any escargo, gotta S car the go 0 to 60 dirty in four point 0 Second ranking niggas every where dat I go I got the same, gotta have it, gotta have it for show [Chorus-x2] [Nelly-x2] Ok, now let me see ya do it baby Don't be afraid go now Don't be ashamed of how ya do it baby Just go ahead and make yo mama proud Look at Me - Lil' Wayne [Hook] Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Y'all dues money to ya Bright thing on my hand saying (Look at me) I got your girl doing a handstand (Look at me) Cop them 28-inch Birdman's (Check out me) Big thighs with brown-eyes [Verse 1] It's Lil Weezy for real Only Cash Money Hot Boy that stood still I got a good deal I'm from a trill hood I smoke real good Slide on them skinnies in the bike with an ill hood Pipes, rally stripes and fog lights T-shirt white, three stripes with all ice What that boy name Birdman junior, huh Fool was smile but five is so wild I can smoke a green mile Got a chrome need a Rolls shined up for you baby Bling-blow, I rock a throwback Jordan 23 Rolling on hot 23's Tote a big glock 23 You're looking at the seventeen ward of New Orleans My block living me I want you to look hard at some easy money Stop playing this is Weezy company Uh-huh [Hook] [Verse 2] I'm the son of Cash Money The fodd of the squad And Baby bout to buy me a house in the sky Cuz I'm so fly When my feet touch the ground sometimes I gotta ask myself why Coupe kinda wide but I move sorta quick Looking for my roof where it went Mink on the floor big shoes on the bed Windows are the tint more wood than a bench Working in the hood more green than the Grinch Please don't play cuz I'm connected like Sprint Ladies on the tray popping up the back-end Peppermint leather with a feather in my brim It's Lil Weezy Sucking on my wrist real breezy And this is what I say when you see me Look, and leave your broad at home she get took Cuz I'm a player hold the game by the book [Hook] [Verse 3] Some call me Weezy But hoes holla look at Lil Wayne In that booger-green lay like should've been Mace Sweet, do speak when I should've put trays Forget it I'ma slam it on bubba-bubba-blaze So move over what you say shortie We could do rent pussy Normally I wouldn't but beating through the Texas And beating went to the A Eat with desert fey But yeah I'm on my way Cuz I know he got that hay Hey little mami You a ghetto fire tin You come to my post on the island Come on that chronic He-he empty vodka bottles I be high he be drunk that my roll model I rolls by you with my seat reclining When I stop rims don't keep spinning they keep shining Money don't stop keep spinning and keep grinding Cash Money what you hollering, huh [Hook] Truth or Dare - N.E.R.D. Yeah, yeah, yeah I'm on the dance floor burnin' up Music turn it up Baby I'm Real hot so is it my turn to touch you Look like you're buzzin on Ex with 3D effects Baby you Look like you have no clue of what comes next Me and my dogs will be there Tell your girls prepare to share We'll play the dancing truth or dare If someone's standing there, stare say Hey baby what's your name Don't stand looking insane Do you want to ride the train, welcome to the fast lane If you're in love beware 'Cause these people they don't care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare Kelis: I am the one with the brightest hair, leather I don't care Baby I Don't ever want to take the shirt off That's my dare You got a girl but you touching on me like you don't care, baby you Do you But just don't get caught out there Me and my girls will be there Tell your boys prepare to share We'll play the dancing truth or dare If someone's standing there, stare say Hey baby what's your name Don't stand looking insane Do you want to ride the train, welcome to the fast lane If you're in love beware 'Cause these people they don't care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare 4x Come on Come on Baby shake it up Rap verse: Man, I got ten surrounding me Hounding me Center of attention A riot it's bound to be Though I'm in the middle My jewels you're bound to see In a pool of women All of them drowning me I'm ho hoppin', flip floppin', ho hoppin' Now her head in my lap boppin' I ain't one to care I ain't used to fair Baby you can keep the truth, chose the dare 2X Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Me and my dogs will be there tell your girls prepare to share Me and my girls will be there tell your boys prepare to share We'll play the dancing truth or dare If someone's standing there, stare say Hey baby what's your name Don't stand looking insane Do you want to ride the train, welcome to the fast lane If you're in love beware 'Cause these people they don't care All hands in the air This is what we call truth or dare 4x Come on Come on Baby shake it up 4x Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah Are We Cuttin - Pastor Troy Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha, come here girl Ha-ha, ha-ha [Chorus CJ (Pastor Troy)] (Oooooooh) Baby what' your name? (Oooooooh) Are you wearin Bugle Boy jeans? (Hell naw ooooooh) I heard you was from Atlanta (Oooooooh) But baby please excuse my manners, I just wanna know Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! Are we cuttin'?! (Oooooooh hell yea, yeah yeah yea) (Oooooooh she won't see tomorrow, if I don't cut tonight) [Verse 1 Pastor Troy] Yeah, Friday night (yeah), yeah, ballin' homes (yeah) Got a n*gga smellin' fresh as a rose Grab my kicks and tuck my clothes (yes y'all) There's a knife, and this is the life Pastor, ya tell me how ya love that? Let a n*gga see that pussy crack, where you at? (uh) The dance flo' (yeah) that's my shit (yeah) Baby girl let ya hair down Show a n*gga what you workin' wit, twurkin' wit I ammm low-key you don't wanna leave (c'mon baby) You don't wanna go back to the sweet (c'mon) Let you caress my feet, huh, now what you wanna know? [Chorus] [Verse 2 Pastor Troy] Off the chain, damn, damn boo Where ya been all my lifetime? Let me fuck ya ?ill the sun shine (uh huh) uh huh (uh huh) What I do? (whoaa) mind my bizz No I can't take ya home wit me Baby girl, it is what it is, show biz Saturday morn' (damn) damn I'm weak Knew wassup when you came to the room Talkin' about getting' some free chee-ba! The truth, shorty got loose Sorry, but all I needed was a pretty red substitute [Chorus] [Verse 3 Ms. Jade] What you talkin'? I, bring heat when it's hawkin Cause I, can't stand a man that don't understand I'm weighing kilos and grams the bitch wit the upper-hand I'm, bout to kill it, you, dealin' wit the realest Fuck the strawberry's and chocolate (ohh) Hennessy and the condoms, say they kissin' and grindin' It's all about the timin'; I, really like vice-versa But, tonight's much worsa', and um Philly chick you only travel wit for best of men Hand me out Atlanta just to see you in your belt and Timb's Pastor Troy, won't you just pass the boy In a, split second I'm answerin' all questions You dummies are still convinced how money make you undress And so tell me [Chorus 2x to fade] Still Fly - Big Tymers [Baby] Whassup Fresh? It's our turn, baby? [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits (With the Gucci suits) Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp (Ehh-Ehh Ehh-Ehh, I stay sharp) Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent (I can't pay my rent) But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly (Uh, Uh, Damn! Cause I'm so fly) Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class (In my E-Class Benz) Cause that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride (Hmm-Mmm) Got everythang - in my momma name (We got everythang, in my momma name) But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah (Uh-Huh!) [Baby] Get your car *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* car play gems gone shine Instead momma get a bling - baby girl let's ride (Let's Ride) You a number one stunna, and we gon' glide and go straight to the mall and tear down the inside Do that Prada, Gucci, full length leather Bourbon's cool or Coogi sweater (Sweater) Twenty-inches pop my feather The Birdman daddy I fly in any weather Alligator seats with the head in the inside Swine on the dash, G-wagon is So Fly Number one don't tangle and twist it When it come to these cars I am that nigga The *cuh-ck-cuh-cuh* Coogi with the matchin interior Three wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and Stunner and we like brothas We shine like paint daddy - it's our Summer [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride Got everythang - in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah [Mannie Fresh] Have you ever seen a crocodile seats in the truck Turn around sit it down and let 'em bite your butt See the steeling is Fendi, dashboard Armani With your baby momma - player, is where you can find me? Cruisin through the parking lot on twenty fours (Coming Through The Hood On 'Em Twenty Fo's) Cadillac Esclade with the chromed out nose With an navigation arrow headed straight to your spot Where your wife really love me cause the sex is so hot Put the Caddy up, start the three wheel Benz (Skiiiiiirt!) Hyper white lights, ultra Violet lens Suma-tuma tires and they gotta be run flat TV with a horn goin (UH UHHH) "Boy can you top that?" I'ma show you some shit - rookie press that button The trunk went (Ehh-Ehh) and all of a sudden Four fifteen's - didn't see no wires And then I heard (Boom!) from the amplifiers [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas - in my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride Got everythang - in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah [Baby] (ay, ay, ay, ay) Lemme slide in the Benz (Shit!) with the fished out fins Prowler an loud pipes - Drinkin the Henn' It's the Birdie-Birdie Man - I'll do it again In a Cadillac Trucks twenty fo's with tints [Mannie Fresh] Looking at my Gucci - it's about that time Six bad broads flying in that nine New Suburban Truck with the porno showing Up and down {*orgasm*} and up they go and.. [Baby] Bodies on the Roadster - Lexus you know what? That hard-top beamer (ay, ay) yo Ma', that's your truck I come in up the hood and Lovely New shoes on the whip and I wake up to Bubbly (Bubbly) [Mannie Fresh] Four-thirty Lex with the convertable top And the rims keeps spinning everytime I stop Got a superman Benz that I scored from Shaq With a ol' school Caddy with a "diamond in the back" [Chorus: Mannie Fresh] Gator boots with the pimped out Gucci suits Ain't got no job, but I stay sharp Can't pay my rent, cause all my money's spent But that's okay, cause I'm Still Fly Got a quarter tank of gas - In my new E class But that's alright, cause I'm gon' ride Got everythang - in my momma name But I'm Hood Rich - dadah-dadah da-dah da-dah da-dah {*Scratches*} The Number One Stunna Pimp {*Scratches*} Mannie Fresh Connected For Life - Mack 10 I jumped out the blocks like ready! set! go! Check all my traps and dodge the fair cold I'm all about the mix like a fuckin collage And out the gararge, is the Bentley Onage With the brains blowed out, so is the suns beeming I got a jacket drooming and the hoes feeming Since I'm Westside Connected I got a streets on hype I got big deals, big squeels, big wheels, big pipes [Verse 2: Ice Cube] Twenty-inches row - going get these hoes Pinky hoes - when I roll with my negros Be a freak about it and I'm a see about it Speak about it, not bitch I'ma be about it Who want some of this, West running this Mack 10 with the playboy bunny bitch She's a dummy bitch - with a money pit? You broke ass niggas can't even stomach this [Verse 3: W.C.] What that connect nigga like three times selling Six-double-0-west nigga selling rich roll delling Throw it up, hold it up, guns bust fo' fingas up Two twisted in the middle with the thumb cuffed Chevy Nash and dippin at ass and king of the zaggin Fo'-fo' macking and coat tacking Dub the hood and I'm in blue friend at 'em Front up the club, I'm duolete, do for talk and mack 'em trick [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] What is it like? Tossing 'em hoes And rolling on fools on them fo's Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the way us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch it as it unfolds Bitches on suck us done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Verse 4: Mack 10] Dope money and rapping shit I'm all with it And all I know is streets is how I spit it Chickenhawk see a bird, I gotta get it So if ya hood come up sho', then I'd probably get it If lil momma dick then I gotta hit it The trojan gotta be a magnum for me to fit it If you sherm on 'em stick then I'd probably lit it The red beam is on your wig so I probably split it [Verse 5: Ice Cube] To all them bitches that think they bootylicious I think they new tricious - I think they do dishes I make 'em three wishes - I take 'em they pictures And spendin' they riches and fuckin' they bitches Ego maniac - little homies call me brainiac Ice Cube's an asshole and it ain't an act So take a hit at that - and remember that Where my motherfuckin niggas and my bitches at? [Verse 6: W.C.] Britches I get I'm Dub-C, the rider with the clique Like a dragon it's nothin' but fire when I spit And I can't shake these ghetto ways A street rich nigga eatin a bag of Lays And the rubber bands and brains From the turf for the sirens and Neverlands Where we keep the pistols smoking just like Afghanistan It's gangsta the killa - the dope dealer Back for mo' figgas - so trick bow down and po' the liquor bitch [Chorus: Butch Cassidy] 2X What is it like? Tossong 'em hoes And Rolling on fools on them folks Flossing 'em chain, we doing big thangs And busting on punks at close range This is the ways us gangsta's roll Sit back and watch as it unfolds Bitches on suck us done so cold Ahhh! this is the life we chose [Repeat 2X] It's plain to see, you can't change me Cause I'ma be Connected For Life [Mack 10 {Talking}] Yeah!, West Connect gang for life Butch Cassidy, Manny Fresh you're a fool for this b-boy Uh, uh, uh Lights, Camera, Action - Mr. Cheeks I'm talkin to these motherfuckers Yea, ok Yea, ooh, ooh (This one's a vivrant thing) LB, G.I. one fam, oh my (Bounce with me now) Big, dawg, hot (I'm talkin, this gone be somethin now) Mr. Cheeks, whoo (I'm talkin lights, camera, action) Ohhhh Kay (Get down now) Big dawg now one shot deal shit [Verse 1] Yea, ok Now I'm in the spot where I wanna be Money spent, niggas gettin bent, chicks in front of me Just the way I like it, hunnies turnin somethin I got a seat up in the cut and I'm burnin somethin Booties dancin 'round a nigga and I'm killin one Killin one from the top of the stash and I'm feelin buns Plus I'm do' low at a table - I'm fuckin with this chick, with a phat body and the ring up in her navel Dances around, she struts with the "fuck" walk Touches her toes, and she can make her butt talk Do whatcha gotta do, I ain't mad at 'chu Know a lot of haters when they seen and as bad as you You's a real bad girl, a nigga need that Sippin on ya Henny, askin where the weed at Lemme put you onto somethin You fuckin with a big nigga, no frontin [Chorus] 2x Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin Yea, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" [Verse 2] I love the way it's goin down she got the thong on She started bouncin more once she heard the "Thong Song" Them high heels got them calves lookin right too Shorty come live with me for the night true Shit I'm only tryin to holla - it's only right you holla back So where you headed lemme follow that Now word up I got plans for you It's more than my tongue and my hands'll do The way you move to the music - it make a nigga wanna, take you up outta here, go somewhere, loose it And your physique is off the chain It's gonna be hard gettin you off the brain I mean we could take a drive in the X5 The way you boogie on the floor, know that sex slide You's a dime piece, I'm tryin to see somethin Suck your t's and in your front and lemme squeeze somethin [Chorus] 2x Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real it's gone be somethin Hey, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" [Verse 3] I got a few hours left 'til a nigga jet And I'm hopin that it's you that a nigga get Hear them callin out ya name, I geuss ya showtime Get'cha money shorty, lemme see you pole climb Toes out, back showin off the tat-toooo Fuck the dumb shit, a nigga had to snatch youuuu Lookin as good as ya smell, pay your own bills Ask officer, cuz your pushin your own wheels Yea I'm feelin you tryin to see the deal with you What's goin on, later on, can I chill with you? We can do anything that you wanna do You know the way a nigga feel, all I want is you Get ya dance on Love the way you make the moves with no pants on Let's ride! Bounce to ya man's song Let's get to goin, it's goin on before the chance gone Next stop [Chorus] 4x Uh shorty, turn it around lemme see somethin Fuckin with me for real, it's gone be somethin Hey, I'm talkin lights, camera, action Had me singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" [Mr. Cheeks] Yo, turn with me now Do my thing, hey swing with me now Big dawg now, one shot deal shit Keep it tight, and this is how we steal shit It's that real shit, it's that new shit How we come thru shit Mr. Sexy keep shit hot with us Let's go get it, niggas tryed to come get us Back, niggas know my fuckin style Got the booties in the back, HEY meanwhile We just suckin and smokin and drinkin Hey man, what the fuck is they thinkin Aww shit, we's high tonite Well my nigga said "Let's ride tonite" We out in Miami We in New York Twist the cap, pop the cork Yea shorty, lemme see somethin Fuckin with me and my team, yea it's gone be somethin I'm talkin 'bout lights, camera, action Had a nigga singin "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Yea, oh, ha-ha, sorry Ms. Jackson Shorty actin like she ready for some action It's Okay - Postaboy I do not have the lyrics for this song. If you have them, please send them to me at VNichelleMc@yahoo.com Thank you. Yo,Yo,Yo - Dani Stevenson I was like Yo Yo Yo What you doin over there Cause that's a No No No I can hear you loud and clear What's the deal-eal yo I know you didn't just go there But now that you did I gotta get rid of you And yo-ho For show Oh Yo It was on a regular day When I called to say Hi to my man I knew something was strange When he quickly said Hello and Bye and I just Paused for a second and called him back He answered on the fifth ring And didn't know how to act He replied he was busy I was like Yo Yo Yo What you doin' over there Cause that's a No No No I can hear you loud and clear What's the deal-eal yo I know you didn't just go there But now that you did I gotta get rid of you And yo-ho For show Oh Yo By now I was heated I was being mistreated By my man So I Hung up the phone Raced to his place Doing 80 and I Arrived Hurried to the door Burst right in There he was kissing my friend They looked up at me He knew that it was the end I was like Yo Yo Yo What you doin over there Cause that's a No No No I can hear you loud and clear What's the deal-eal yo I know you didn't just go there But now that you did I gotta get rid of you Right now-oh For sho' Oh Yo When I walked in on the two of them I couldn't beli-eve my eyes My mouth was lost for words But my heart broke down an cried He tried to explain It's not what you think We were just watching TV But the TV wasn't on Do you think I'm a fool Just admit you were wrong I was like Yo Yo Yo What you doin over there Cause that's a No No No I can hear you loud and clear What's the deal-eal yo I know you didn't just go there But now that you did I gotta get rid of you Right now-oh For sho' Oh Yo I was like Yo Yo Yo What you doin over there Cause that's a No No No I can hear you loud and clear What's the deal-eal yo I know you didn't just go there But now that you did I gotta get rid of you Right now-oh For sho' Yo Yo Lick - Joi I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick Lick I'll put my heels on for you baby The ones that wrap all around my leg Your every touch excites me And damnit I aint too proud to beg And even when you're not around me The tingling just won't go away Don't make my body wait no longer Because this pussycat's ready to play play play play play I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick Love it when you lick Lick It feels so good I'm going crazy My eyes roll back inside my head Explore my inner warmths of pleasure And hold on tight Hope you aint scared I promise I'll return the favor I'll do that trick you can't resist Two rights don't make it wrong Makin' love 'till the break of dawn Emotions all up in a twist twist twist twist twist I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick Lick I'll put my heels on for you baby The ones that wrap all around my leg Your every touch it just excites me And damnit I aint too proud to beg And even when you're not around me The tingling, the tingling wont go away Don't make my body wait no longer Because this pussycat's ready to play play play play play Oh oh sing da da da da da da da da da da da da da ba da ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba ba I lose all control When you grab a hold And you do your trick I love it when you lick Lick You've got lock and key Every part of me Know what makes me tick I love it when you lick |
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