Fame Soundtrack - Dancing On The Sidewalk

Artist: Fame Soundtrack
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Everyday I'll wake up in the mornin'
Splash my face to keep myself from yawnin'
Get dressed and get my bones together,
Open up the window to check out the weather,
Then like I seen a ghost, man, I'll be movin' my feet,
Just like the postman, in the cold or the heat,
No time to talk,
And I go dancin'
On the sidewalk

Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!

Lunchtime is music to my ears
I'm down on Wall Street with all them financiers,
South Street Seaport I am the action
The number one tourist attraction
Hip-hop to the west side
Where I do myself proud
The west side is the best side for drawin' a croud
The cabbies squak, yeah
When I am dancin'
On the sidewalk

Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!

Uptown, I do my boogaloo,
Stoppin' traffic on Seventh Avenue
Night time the corner to be on
Times Square, under the neon
And for my finale I'll be doin' my thing
In Shubert Alley they're gonna crown me the King
Of all New York
When I am dancin'
When I am dancin'
Dancin'
Dancin'
On the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
Dancin' on the sidewalk!
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Peter Gunz - Make This A Night To Remember

Artist: Peter Gunz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Intro)
(Shaquille O' Neal)
Come on bounce (yeah)
Yeah T.W.IsM. fam (uh-huh)
Peter Gunz, Peter Gunz
Big Shaq, Shaq Dog
The rock is for all the females who wanna play
(Yeah), yeah, (wha) one time
Wha-wha-wha-wha check it uh-huh
Wha-wha-wha-wha-wha-wha
(Bring it, bring it, uh come on)

(Shaquille O' Neal)
Aiyyo baby clear the way for Shaq
Another hit when you thought I wasn't comin back
I heard you askin all your girls aiyyo where he at?
Well here I am doin damage on another track
Do you really wanna rumble with the big dog?
T.W.IsM. fam, Peter Gunz, Shaq, Ken Dawg
Getting money droppin hits stoppin all y'all
Boy y'all tryin come let me warn y'all
Stall y'all I'ma make it if I'm hot or not
It is the money, ask yourself cause I got a lot
Not bein funny talkin sh.. but I pop a lot
And back it up and catch a breeze in the six-drop
And if it's sunny then I get deep in the kick drum
You think I'm wack baby girl come and get some
And see yourself when Shaq get these hits from
Same source that your man wouldn't bit from
Oh get ready baby

(Chorus w variations)
(Public Announcement)
Get ready tonight
We gonna make this a night to remember
Get ready tonight
It's on baby girl I hope you can remember

(Peter Gunz)
Aiyyo I used to push the a..
Now I push the six with the bows in the back
Funny how the honeys come and pose when I'm at
In the Bronx and the shows where I'm at
You can ask the hoes in my flat
Shaq made a path I came through walkin
Now I'm pushin and got the whole cold stalkin
Feelin me knowin that I'm winning in the beginning
Yo
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10 K.A.Ns - U Need Dick In Your Life

Artist: 10 K.A.Ns
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[* Applause *]

[DJ]
Right about now we got a group coming out, it's my personal favorite.
These cats have the hottest selling 8-track of all times.
Please, if you will, put your hands together
For Mr. Dick M. Down and 10 K.A.N.'s.

[Chorus]
Come on, come on, let me hear you say it
Hey ho! Say what, Hey ho! Say what
Can a nigga get some to go (Yeah a little louder)
Hey ho! Here we go
Hey ho! Say what
Can a nigga get some to go (Yeah, come on a little louder)
Hey ho! Here we go
Hey ho! Come on now
Can a nigga get some to go (Yeah baby)
Hey ho! Come on
Hey ho! Say what
Can a nigga get some to go (Uh check it out)
You need dick in your life (Uh come on)
You need dick in your life (That's what you need girl)
Dick in your life (Hey fellas what they need?)
Dick in your life (Uh break it dow)
And you need some dick x4
You need dick in your life (All the fellas)
Dick in your life (Check it out)

[Verse One]
Shut up and jump in your Geo Storm
Cause you ain't going home till the early morn
See tonight you and your friends
Is coming with me to the Comfort Inn
Yeah we done talked but we can't make love
In the middle of the smoke filled clubs
So give me a dub for your half on the room
And a buck 0-5 for your half on the Boone's
So as soon as you get your friends
I'm pulling out the keys to the Benz
And speeding down the middle of the street
So we can go skeet up the sheets
So basically to sum up my order
I'll take your 18 year old daughter
Along with some water
But don't set the table though
Cause I want my order to go

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
I know you understand just what I mean
Cau
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Arrogant Worms, The - Car Full Of Pain

Artist: Arrogant Worms, The
Music Album: The Arrogant Worms
(Music Song Lyrics):
I bought me an auto, an '81 ford escort wagon
Now the fan it be broke and the tail-pipe it be draggin'
I feel like a schlemiel, my mechanic's fit for hangin'
I got to go to rust check , 'bout the price i'll be hagglin'
I can't drive it home because the muffler it be saggin'
Got a car full of pain

Satan's is my engine, beelzebub's in my trunk
Mephistopheles' at the wheel because i'm too gosh darn drunk
Baal's my passenger and lucifer's beside him
A demon's in the coolant, i got bats in the transmission
This escort needs an exorcism, pan is to blame
Got a car full of pain

I put a tiger in my tank, i let a champ spark my gas
Now i got's a demon in the hood, a pain in the ass
I think the seats are broken (oh, no)
Okay play us some blues on that harp
Blind lemon trevor!
[insert trevor's cool harmonica solo here]

Please, please mister, take your blessed wrench
Cast out this demon horde and replace the brimstone stench
With the smell of gasoline, a heavenly muffled roar
I'll worship you oh speedy man, mister goodwrench even more
Let it run, let it run, let it run, oh god, let it run

And now it purrs just like a kitten, it roars just like a lion (roar!? what?)
I purrs just like a temple golden carved by the mayans
Here comes the mechanic, oh no, how much?
Four hundred bucks, you piece of slime, you smell and you suck
Your father was a jackal, your mom's his sister's bitch
Got a car full of pain

Yeah i got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
Got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
I got a car full of pain
Car full of, car full of, car full of pain
Hey
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Arrogant Worms, The - Big Fat Road Manager

Artist: Arrogant Worms, The
Music Album: Russellc120s Shorts
(Music Song Lyrics):
Every rock band has this guy
Not many people really know why
He's got a cell phone and a backstage pass
He's got a big gut and a big fat ass

He's the big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager

He plugs in guitars and microphone jacks (big, fat road manager)
He makes sure the system won't feedback (big, fat road manager)
He yells "check one" 'til his face turns blue (big, fat road manager)
Don't you wish he could count to two

He's the big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager

The contract says there's beer for free (big, fat road manager)
A bottle for you and a case for me (big, fat road manager)
I'll make sure you've a place to stay (big, fat road manager)
Then i'll eat your deli tray

He's the big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager

You may wonder why the road manager's so wide
He's the one who blocks the door when the tax colllector comes by

The tour hits the road he spends his day (big, fat road manager)
At an all-you-can-eat buffet (big, fat road manager)
But if he can come to terms (big, fat road manager)
He will manage the arrogant worms

As our big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager

He's fat! (big, fat road manager)
He's fat! (big, fat road manager)
He's fat! (big, fat road manager)
He's fat! (big, fat road manager)
He's fat! (big, fat road manager)
He's fat! (big, fat road manager)
He's fat! (big, fat road manager)
Big, fat road manager

Big, fat road manager
Big, fat road manager
Is this thing on?
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504 Boyz - Wobble Wobble

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yo', this Jay-tweezie
keepin it live off the heezie fo' cheezy
with them 504 Boyz you dig, check it
This here we play loud as posible
Perferably in residential neighborhoods
and night clubs
Grab your shorty and let's go

hook

Now won't you wobble wobble
Let me see you shake it, shake it
Now won't you drop it, drop it
Ohh, take it, take it (2x)

(Mac)
You already know what's happenin'
when I step in this Bitch
And I know you heard of me,
cause I'm right there off of GT
and Derbigny
You've been 'bout servin' it,
ever since you heard my song
I got you bucked up,
You want that camouflage love, huh
You got me f-cked up
I just want to see you wobble,
like your momma's won that lotto
Like your daddy full of that bottle
Like your brother
when he caught them hollows
Like them G.T. Bitches,
them Saint T. Bitches,
my no limit Bitches
Them boss bitches who 'bout they riches,
and it ain't no secret
They want that soilder Dick
that you only get from that
soilder clique
That Whoa! bitch I told ya' dick,
'welling up
We drop it like it's hotta,
from the dance floor to the Ramada
Giving up them peso's,
I thinks nada, look

hook

(Master P/Nino Brown)
Now when you shake that ass,
I get rocked up
You got a boyfriend boo
(Wodie, my man locked up)
Everytime you wobble wobble
it gets me horny
So I can ride that ass
from the night until in the morning
I could respect you mind,
if you can respect the game
Is this cool to f-ck,
or is this about some change

hook

(Magic, Silkk/Vito)
I like it when I see 'em at the club,
shaking that thang
Girl you really got me thinking 'bout taking that thang, come here
Now when they wobbly, wobbly,
ass bouncing everywhere
The way she drop it like that,
I can't help but to stare
Got a nigga sayins "ohhh girl"
Come a little closer,
I'm tring to make you out my boo girl
Don't move girl,
I'm on my way to the floor baby
Coming for mine,
want to see if you can really shake it
Let's bump and grind,
girl you did that
The way you bounce it and shake it,
you know I'm with that
I'm trying to get that,
cause you got me rock hard (Ohh my God)
Got me humpin and humpin it (huh)
humpin like a dog, Woof

hook

(Mystikal/G-Money)
Back your ass, Whoo, the f-ck up
I thought I told you,
put your meanist face on for me
And them steel-toe boots,
gonna stomp your ass
Want it' hunt it,
some old nigga ready to hump your ass

(Krazy)
I'll be there for you baby,
just beep me
start paging soilder,
when you want a freak male
I like freaking at your man's house,
when he leave I toot
What would he say
if he knew that I was sexing you

(C-Murder)
Let me see you wobble then shake it, then baby pop it, don't break it
You want love let's make it,
I just can't wait 'till you nakes
You like your lips it makes me hard
daydreamin' of screamin' and fiendin'
You creamin' for sex,
that you gonna get this evening

hook

We them 504 Boyz, huh,
we them 504 Boyz, what, what
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504 Boyz - Yeah Yeah

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze)

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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504 Boyz - Whodi

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Goodfellas
(Music Song Lyrics):
Master P:
our mission is to get money, power, and bitches, ya heard me?
ha ha (hootie hoo)

Chorus (2x):
where you at whodi? (im ova here whodi)
Im in dat 5, dat 0, to da 4, ya heard

We drive Excursions with TV's
Bubble eye humvees
A mouth full of gold teeth
and i represent that CP3
Where my niggaz on the block boy
Open up shop boy
and they'll kill ya for them rocks boy
Gimme some money, dollars
and imma give you 400 back
Give it to me in powder and imma change it into crack
Im tryna change my life but im tired of bein broke
Thats why i post up with my niggaz and we hustle by the store

Chorus (2x)

Magic:
(Where you at whodi?)
Im ova here shaggy
Smokin my do-do in the mo-mo in the black navi
Bitches will love to have me, because im livin lavish
Ill take some pussy but head is what really makes me happy
Im downtown in the 9th ward, Saint Claude
Friday night when the boulevard is full of beacoup broads
Im on the scene full of Henny
New Orleans love me so i aint gotta spend a f-ckin penny
I let em know that im a 504 boy from across the Canal...

Mystikal
...And im from the 12th, i run by myself
and if you cant tell, im bad for your health
Bitch im the man, keep up if you can
Yall niggaz cant stand it
When i come with them uptown niggaz
from the 504 with a gun in both hands
Im the tracks, im the wheel on the tanks
I live on the bill in the banks
I come in and do my thang
Where the muthaf-cka that think im playin?

Chorus (2x)

Mr. Marcello:
Life in the bricks, believe me niggaz we live it
If they aint made it yet then bitch they gotta build it
Money to the ceiling, i used to sell rocks on blocks
f-ckin round wit Master P, nigga got NY socks
Wodie im hot, enough cash to buy yall blocks
Trucks...hold, i got NYPD locked
Im a killa nigga, raw dog guerrilla nigga
Try to download the spot cuz willow was hot nigga


Silkk:
When i come through i come through wild
come through foul, come through loud
Run through the crowd, run 2000
Come through this kickin like its kung-fu style
From the front to the rear whodi, its No Limit year whodi
(Yo Silkk where you at?)
Im in this No Limit gear whodi

Chorus (2x)

C-Murder:
Where you at?
Im over here, in the project on the block
Im C-Murder, im bout dat drama nigga
f-ck you and your mamma
Incarcerate me if you could
But you gotta find me in the hood
Im foreva gettin blunted
Nigga, No Limit niggaz keep comin
Never runnin from them bitches
Dumpin fools up in ditches
And snitches, i give em muthaf-ckin stitches
Dat 504, tha Calliope, we rattle street and rust ya blade
Duck nigga, watch yo head, it could be ya early grave
Check your rearview, lock them doors
Beat your hoes and cock ya shit
Count your money by the bit
and get tru niggaz in your click
N-O, L-I, M-I to the T
is just a bunch of crazy muthaf-ckas just like me

Chorus (4x)

Wild Wayne talking until fade
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504 Boyz - Check Em

Artist: 504 Boyz
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
(Master P)
Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
I got five on the lips
But I ain't payin for the ass
You just got yo hair fixed
So can you pump a nigga gas
Now when you ridin in my truck can you pick a nigga dick
I got a boonapolist so can you be my trick
C-Murder called you hoes like some f-ckin crash dummies
It ain't love when the motherf-cking sex cost money
I ain't dissin you hoes
I just don't love you hoes
In yo raggedy ass Girbauds
When you swangin on them poles
Now if you trippin then you know you livin trife
And if you dippin I can't put you in my life
Cause all hoes suck dick
Let me tell you dog hoes you f-ckin with
See i don't play no games and i don't sweat no hoes
(But you Master P) Well bitch take off your clothes
Talk that shit now roll with it
Ya warefare check hoe go get it

(chorus)
(P) Check dem hoes
(Traci) Check dem niggas(4x)

(Traci)
Check dem hoes nigga is you crazy
You can stunt all you want but that shit don't phase me
(?) in front yo boys like you made me nigga
I hold my own ????????
Reppin like you gon shine
Nigga you is a waste of time
Gettin that ho to step to me
I gets down for mine
Me and my girls we don't play no games
f-ck you lames
When you walkin on side of me
I'm bringin you pain
You can talk that shit about suck yo dick
Get a grip
Broke bitch you ain't the shit
You know who you f-ckin wit
Drop a baby for you
Nigga you must be sick
Got no time for the lies all niggas is tricks

(chorus)

(P) Who dat call the police
Yo ma called the police
(Traci) Who dat call the police
Yo pa call the police
(P) Dem hoes call the poli
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504 BOYZ - Yeah Yeahfeat. Slay Sean, Young Blaze

Artist: 504 BOYZ
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

[Master P]
Check my status, then check my name
You want to win give me the ball, the last play of the game
Cause I'm a big time baller, shot caller
From Uptown, got a house and a quarter
You wanna fight me, then bite me
Stop tripping cause your baby mama like me
We roll Benzes, Beamers, Ferraris
Then we smoked out our band new parlay
I'm like Randy Moss, throw me a pass
I'm like Belvin Davis, bout to bust your ass
Call me Austin Powers, cause I leave you groovy
I ain't R. Kelly, don't make no movies
But I'll freak you, won't beat you
You buck then I'll be the preacher
We in it, we winning
They can't stop the New No Limit

[Chorus: Slay Sean - 2x]
You wanna be me, we off the heezy
Catch me on the block, black V-Tweezy
You see the rims spinning, yeah we still winning
Who we be, the New No Limit

[Slay Sean]
Fresh out the hood daddy, look at the wood daddy
You see the neck you see the wrist, that's mad karats
Dog I'm past average, my lifestyle's lavish
Ya'll can keep the hood, I'm bout to jump it off in Paris
I got a lot of habits, love stacking cabbage
You ain't no where near my level son, don't get embarrassed
We push the hottest whips, we on that baller shit
We cop our jewels like rat, give me all of this
Bout that foolishness, bitch like a Jewish kid
I'm that dude in the club, with the bluest wrist
My whole crew is thick, you can not fool with this
I'm bout my paper, and I don't plan on losing it

[Chorus - 2x]

[Young Blaze]
Hey yo it's still me Young Blaze, still in the mix
You could catch me in a six lil one, still in the bricks
In that 5-0-4 flip it, drop the O
And you left with that four-fifth, cocked at your do'
I'm country so I talk slow, walk even slower
Sip henny in a pickle jar, chickens in a Rover
Yes sir, got Seawoodson's on the truck grinning
Like if I could stop blinking, maybe they could stop spinning

[Chorus - 2x]
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Johnny Otis Show - Willie And The Hand Jive

Artist: Johnny Otis Show
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Willie and the Hand Jive
Johnny Otis

I know a cat named Way-Out Willie
Had a cool little chick named Rockin' Billie
Made a heart of stone Susie-Q, doin' that crazy hand jive too
Papa said "You will ruin my house.
You and that hand jive have got to go"
Willie said "Papa, don't you put me down,
Been doin' that hand jive all over town."
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

I don't want you to get on the floor
Gettin' low, getting down with sister go
Come on, get baby, little sister'll die
Said doin' that hand jive one more time
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

Doctor getting low and he getting check
Now they're all digging that crazy beat
Way-Out Willie gave 'em all a treat
Been doin' that hand jive with his feet
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive

Willi and Billie got married last fall
Had to live with his sisters and that ain't all
Daddy got famous it's plain to see
Been doin' that hand jive on his knees
Hand jive, hand jive, hand jive, doin' that crazy hand jive
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Hill Dru - Tell Me

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Tell me..Woody..Tell me...Bring it on

CHORUS:

Tell me what you want baby
I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want baby
And that you shall receive

(repeat)


(WOODY)

Anything is possible,
anything can be,
cause of all the things you like,
I got what you really need, oooh, ????
Just a ride around for show,
oooh, just let me know

(CHORUS)

Oooh, Sisqo, Girl like I told you,
I can serve it on the freaky side,
up on the windowsill, is that what you like?
Turn on R. Kelly baby,
make yourself at home,
and I don't see nothing wrong,
with loving you all night long,

Tell me what you want baby
I'll give you what you need (give you what you need)
Tell me what you need baby
And that you shall receive (baby, I got it, yeah)
Tell me what you want baby ( You've gotta believe it)
I'll give you what you need (Oh yeah)
Tell me what you want baby
And that you shall recieve
Tell me

(RAP)

Yo, listen I played the field long enogh,
I need me a dime by the brown with a big behind,
and an intelligent mind, let it speak,
Tell me what you want, and that's you,
so I worship the ground you walking on,
it's steady, check you off and on When I get out the life of learning and earning,
I'ma bless you, undress you and ??
Yo, give me your address,
forgot to tell the furniture spot were to deliver at seven to nine

When I lay you down I can feel your body calling me,
telling me I need to freak it till I make you scream,
Girl I can make you feel alright,
if you let me get in, (alright, Tell me) and I can make you fall in love,
You need to tell me baby, yeah,
Tell me what you want (alright, alright, alright now)
Tell me what you need,
Tell me what you need now
Tell me what you want baby,
and that you shall receive (said tell me what you want)
Tell me what you want Baby I'll give you what you need (said I'll do anything baby)
Tell me what you want baby
and that you shall receive (tell me what you want babe)

(repeat last three lines above)

Tell me what you want (I'll do anything)
Tell me what you want baby and that you shall recieve (tell me what you want babe)
Tell me what you want (what you want? Tell me)
Tell me what you want baby and that you shall receive
Tell me what you want baby I'll give you what you need
Tell me what you want baby and that you shall recieve,
Tell me what you want baby, I'll give you what you need(tell me)
Tell me what you want baby and that you shall recieve (Tell me)
Tell me what you want (tell me)
Tell me what you want baby and that you shall recieve (tell me)
Tell me what you want(Tell me ...babe, please)
Tell me what you want baby and that you shall recieve (tell me)
Tell me what you want (Please... tell me)
Tell me what you want baby I'll give you what you need
(DRU HILL.... TELL ME)
Tell me what you want baby and that you shall recieve
(people....TELL ME
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Hill Dru Tell Me

Hill Dru - Whatever You Want

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Dru Hill
(Music Song Lyrics):
Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it/

Ooh/ girl you're so fine/
Can I get a minute of your time/
I wanna get to know ya/
Maybe later on up in my crib/
I'll get to show ya/
You're blowin' my mind/
You're one of a kind/
Heard you like to get your freak on/
Let's get it on/

Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it/

Girl, you're so unique/
From your head to your feet/
Know you've got me open/
And it ain't my sack of smokes/
that got me chokin'/
You got me on a high/
Oh girl I can't deny/
That you keep me satisfied/
Roll with me tonight/
Tonight I will do/
I will keep you satisfied/
I will do just what you like/
Tonight if you want me to/
Anything you want me to/
That is what I'm gonna do/

Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it/

Ooh, Aah, Ooh, Aah, Ooh/
Give me a little time/
and I'm a tell you what to do/
Come and step up like a champ and I'm a/
See if I could check for ya/
Looking like a winner for my dinner/
I don't even know ya/
But I'm a give you the EyEs/
And get the numerics lyrically/
you're gifted with the gab/
Intending to pursue it/
Like to get the freak onLike the song/
But we got to get familiar/
Only then we'll get it on/

Whatever you want/
Whatever you need/
Anytime you want it/
Girl just get up on it
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Hill Dru Whatever You Want

Rockapella - Riverside Hotel

Artist: Rockapella
Music Album: Rockapella One To Ny
(Music Song Lyrics):
Yousui Inoue, English lyric Ralph McCarthy)

Deep in the pale light of a sunrise
Human eye have never seen
A purple bus rolls up inside a lonely hobo
Wino's dream
Two lovers get aboard
And sink into a narrow velvet seat
Looking for something that reality
Has driven from the streets

During the afternoon they kiss
About eleven million times
They ask how far, the driver tells them
"Hey, it's only in your mind"
Sunset, around a curve,
The tires on the bus let out a whine
And up ahead they see it written
]On a yellow neon sign

* Welcome to the Riverside
Lovely Hotel Riverside
For a very special price
A touch of paradise

They check in at the front and sail up
To the room where Elvis stayed
The moon's so bright they put on sunglasses
And pull down all the shades
The TV's wall-to-wall and reaches
>From the ceiling to the floor
They pull the plug and touch the bullet holes
And kiss a little more

They dive in bed and swim around like
Rainbow trout inside a pool
Then dress up in each other's clothes
And soon they've broken all the rules
They turn the TV on
And snuggle up between the satin sheets
And see a hobo lying frozen
On a windy city street

* Repeat
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Rockapella Riverside Hotel

Benzino - Die Another Day

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Benzino]
Lord help us, my peoples bein' raped (uh)
Deliver me from evil and I sell his devils faith
Lets take a closer look at what's really happenin'
He wants you to believe that it was all about rappin'
And all I try to do is open up my niggas eyes
It wasn't about me and Em, you gotta realise
It's just a smokescreen, my niggas there's a bigger picture
I want the streets to pay attention cause I'm ridin' with ya
This credibility is what we here for
Then why ain't the hoods sellin' units no more (tell me why)
Labels actin' like it's good so they say so
EPMD was always gold with no radio
Now it's time to turn the prophesy, times up
Marshall Mathers gotta die, rise up
No choise, the only way we gonna turn this shit around
Is put this little bitch in the ground
And this so cald kings, steady going at eachother
Do songs with the devil, while they fightin' with there brothers
Sell a house, f-ckin' pitiful, we always just some drama
Let 'em slide through then they devide, conquer
And every plantation got a bunch a house niggas
D12, Shady Records just a bunch of house niggas
Obie Trice, is for security in your front lobby
Better call the secret service, if you gonna stop me (blaah)
Paul Rosenberg, you fat f-ckin' pig
I'm holdin you responsable for what this bitch did (kill ya)
Cause you call me up, try to cop or plead
As far as I'm concerned you both gonna bleed (bitch)
Talkin' bout he wanna fight, please
Let's set that shit up quick so I can drop him to his knees
You let a clown clown you, how insane is that
You let em tonguekiss your wife when you had a gat
How you gonna have a gun with no bullets
Oh don't worry cause when I see you I'm gonna pul it (blaah)
You dyed ya hear blond, I'm a make it red
How you gonna sell records Marshall when you dead
Motherf-ck make you pay for that bullshit you talkin'
I'm goin' hard in the streets of New York and
Just ask Chuck how we ran 'em outta Boston
He should have been killed left in the coffin
And you better keep my kids out ya f-ckin' mouth
Before I put a glock in yo' mutherf-ckin' mouth
Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah)
Daddy better watch yo' back at the candystore
We f-cked up, resort to plan B
f-ck around she and up like Jon Benet Ramsey (that's right)
Matter of fact you better check the DNA (what)
She probably ain't yours, and where's your wife Kim anyway
She's on her knees somewhere suckin' 50 Cent
I know you wishin' you were there cause you on his dick
You dress in drag, you huggin' up on Elton John
You closet fag, I'm a king you a little punk
You the rap david doer the rap bibler
The coacher stealer, niggas ain't with ya
I'm the rap Hewey, the rap Malcolm, the rap Martin
Don't worry I'm a finish what we started
And everybody who wanna scream Pac's name
You don't make a difference, you in it for the fame
Cause if Pac was livin', he would shoot this bitch alive
But I'm a do it for him, if the hood must survive
You sleep with five O, you walk with the feds
Better keep the lights on, when they tuck you into bed
Cause I'm a get yo' silly ass, find out where you lay
When Debbie set you up you gonna die another day
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Benzino Die Another Day

BENZINO - Nobody Liverfeat. Pink

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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BENZINO Nobody Liverfeat. Pink

Benzino - Nobody Liver

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Pink)

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
See ain't nobody liver
Like DC3 I'm a survivor
I stay candid
Four seat branded
Front standard
Dirt bandit with two cannons (bleow!)
Here's what the plans is
A good life for me and my mans's
In the studio paid off stanzas
So in the long run
Every song done gotta be bananas
From city streets to corporate suits
From these gritty beats
All heat and nothing sweet
Get a good look, I'm here to stay
Benzino gonna show you how the big dogs play

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
Black ice on the neck and wrist (that's Benzino)
Most hated at the top of the list (that's Benzino)
Hangman with the gangsta hits (that's Benzino)
Top dog that you never forget (that's Benzino)
Watch me turn up the thermostat I burn it black
I want the platinum plaque, y'all can have the game back
Price of fame
More friends more foes new Benz new clothes no sleep no doe
Hate to see me doin it, love the chance to ruin it
Ferrari in the hood, you know who in it
Thug nigga, Benzino mob figga
Put some E in the liquor then its easy to hit her
Straight out the gate full plate bread winner
Always in the paint part saint part sinner
I'm young, black and rich and I'm talkin shit
The one with the six and still poppin the clip

[Hook: Pink]
Every time you come to town you pick me up,
Every time you come around you lit me up,
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Benzino]
I switched up the game but I'm still the same
How fame got the whole world callin my name (Benzino!)
Glad I came
I keep the flame
Call it how I see it
The streets to blame
Tryin do me
Live stress free
Stay away from bullshit, y'all know me
Still pull shit and let go of freaks
Toss you in a thug pit
Real thug shit
Real hip-hop, hard as concrete
I see lots of money and pounds of treats
Now check it, I rip mics and sell records
Sign autographs, respect to accept it

[Hook: Pink (Benzino)]
Every time you come to town you pick me up, (yeah, Ray Benzino)
Every time you come around you lit me up, (un-hunh, Pink, c'mon)
Even though you're not around you know you want me (you know)
All I want to do is kick it from tonight
All I ask is that you stay just one more night (what)
All I want is to here you say you want me

[Hook fades out]
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Benzino Nobody Liver

BENZINO - Jump Upfeat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Superb] Aiyyo, this a perv, yo
[Cormega] Yo, son there's bitches in there?
[Raekwon] Yeah, yeah, the coaches, aiight then

[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?

[Raekwon]
Aiyyo, seven thick ribs nigga, check out my man
He got braids and with bread break ape on your grave
We from the gutta niggas, chest sputta what up
f-ckin with us or get you cut up, matta fact get'cha mutha
Cause I ain't fo real fo real, don't play games and I'm ill
I'm just a business man who love getting niggas killed
Smell my satiate smell keys, that shit's like deodorant, daddy
I like maglees for other reasons
Run with niggas that love paper
We let the youngest niggas get rich and mow them like makeup
You can lex 'Zino and Benzino together
That's priceless to put our pay together, niggas by Lexus
Straight out the ghetto niggas is pussy
To even f-ck with us that'll be the day a white nigga mush me
Straight up, two-thousand is mine
Heavy lines, heavy guns, big-ass Chevy's, we make niggas shine

[Hook: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)

[Benzino]
Black shells, scuba style, sonar, I go deep
Rip lungs outta jaws, flawless, I don't sleep
The fast and furious, Yokohama twin jets
Black and white bagettes, I'm duckin feds
Hydro-plane, hydro-foil blow hydro
Smooth gotho, Ray, its aiight I got those
I got this, son I spotless
Frozen watches, belts wit the notches
Bitches topless, three-way manages, Motorola holder
Break bread with Motola, take advice colder (aiight!)
Kedar knock-areano, Motown soldier
I thought I told ya lil' double Ray'll ghost ya
Double row, parvin, three-sixty rubber band
Ice me Apalla then three shave frozen hand
Dark shadow, my shit gleam in the shade
Watch `Zino flow, f-ck the Macy's parade

[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?

[Cormega]
Yo, broke far from it, coke, sold a lot of it
Flow off the meter, let me know if y'all want it
Son, the life of problems and guns, so silence her, son
Bugs Bunny Icebergs and Air Force One's
I paint a picture listen up you become part of the song
When I slow my first young a new saga begun
Unaware, I would become a nemesis for livin in this
Drug dealin life, smoked niggas and bitches with plugs
Never been a snitch, I'm not built like that
I'm real, that's why we not feelin you like that
I'm the ghetto manifested in words
When I die, niggas'll point a valuable lesson I learn
Whether OG or adolescent in the presence ashurn
OT or O-key handlin birds
Like Dominique I feel I deserve respect I earn
Mega is a word we all protect with words, holla

[Hook 2x: Superb]
Jump up in the party like (what!)
Where my niggas at? (what!)
Where my bitches at? (what!)
Bartender where the liquor at?
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BENZINO Jump Upfeat. Raekwon, Cormega, Superb

Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt - TÜRKISCH

Artist: Rödelheim Hartreim Projekt
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
30 Mark Far Deine Kack Cd Bist Du Bescheuert?
5 Waren aœberteuert Alter Du Bist Gefeuert
Wirst Erneuert Durch Mich Und Endest Als Arbeitsloser
Kleiner Aber Groaer Ganz In Rosa Eingekleideter Poser
Meine Prosa Ist So Hardcore Daa
Du Sie Wie Die Zunge Von 'ner Alten Gerne Im Ohr Hast
Komm Ruhig Vor Spast Ich Geb' Dir Meine Blitze Blanke
Glatze Plus Die Tatze In Die Fratze Wie Dem Fritze An Der Tanke
Sag Danke Und Geh Solange Du Kannst
Wenn Du Sprayer Bist Dann Spray Und Wenn Du Tanzer Bist Dann Tanz
Aber Net' Mir Auf Der Nase Deppseinsohn
Und Kannt Ihr Mich Mit Dem Gelaber Von Wegen Hiphop Bitte
Verschohnen
Ich Wohn' In Radelheim Mit Jungs Aber Das Weiat Du Ja Wahrscheinlich
Ganz Ehrlich Ich Scham' Mich Far Dich Du Bist Mir Peinlich Mein' Ich
Reim Doch Heimlich Alter Da Hatten Wir Alle Mehr Vom Leben
Hier Muat Du Den Heiarauchen Ja Ja Weitergeben

Gib Mir Den Nachsten Zug Obwohl Einer Ist Nicht Genug
Ohne Betrug Kammerad Ich Flieg' aœber Den Loop
Wie Ein Flugzeug In Hohen Laften
aœber Jungs Die Sich Brasten Und Mir Wird Schlecht Von Den Daften
Als Ob Sie Nicht Waaten Daa aœber Ihnen Wiegand Ist
Machen Sie Geschia Und Produzieren Mist
Ich Diss Dich Du Fotze Von Der Wiege Bis Ins Grab
Und Wenn Ich Nicht Hart War' War' Ich Nicht Der Chab
Der Als Bodyguard Den Racken Der Familie Hat
Dabei Glanzt Wie Die Glatze Von P. Wahrend Du Matt
Und Platt Bist Daa 'n Chabo Der Far Sicherheit Sorgt
Ans Mikro Geht Konkret Talked Und Dich Doged
Der Ort Ist Mir Egal Und Dein Gelaber Noch Egaler
Deine Alte Riecht Nach Mir Aber Du Denkst Es Ist Feniala
Genialer Asozialer Schlauer Bauer
Pat Now Who Got The Power

Fotzenlecker Und Fotzenleckerinnen Ich Har' Stimmen
Der Wichser Verliert Doch Mua Gewinnen
Von Innen Nach Auaen Alter Von Drinnen Nach Drauaen
Hart Man Schlage Aus Dem Herzen Mit Schmerzen Ohne Pausen
Ich Hab' 's Tausend Mal Gesagt Und Werd' 's Gerne Wiederholen
Bei Mir Gibt 's Mehr Skills Als Gestohlene Autos In Polen
Du Hast Wohl 'n Ego Problem Bist Schizophren
Sagst Du Freust Dich Uns Zu Sehen Aber Du Disst Uns Wenn Wir Gehen
Wir Stehen Auf Anderen Stufen Lan Andere Ebenen
Du Willst Was Wir Haben Und Ich Kann 's Dir Nicht Geben Mann
Wir Leben Am Abgrund Einer Zeit Die Krank Ist
Geld Regiert Die Welt Aber Ich Weia Wo Die Bank Ist
Fang Jetzt Bloa Keine Hektik An Mein Freund
Du Hast Viel Zu Viel Versaumt Und Auaerdem Alles Nur Getraumt
Wie 'n Joint Wirst Du Geraucht Wie 'n Loch Im Kopf Gebraucht
Und Du Kommst Nie Wieder Rauf Wenn Ich Dich Untertauch

Young Jacks I Go Way Back Check It As I Roll Over The Playback
You Think My Shit Is Wack I Can 't See How You Say That
When I Lay That Vocal On The Track Like The Hand Of A Mack
On His Bitch Punks Check Out Where I 'm At
Fat The Way I Roll Over The Groove Me Stole
In The School That 's Old They 'd Say This Must Be Told
I Fold Competition Somewhat Like A Map
This Ain't No Handicapped Rap For A Gap Left By Snap
But That Is That And This Is This Now Pump Your Fist
Excuse Me Miss Did You Just Blow Me A Kiss
Is You Tryin' To Add Me To Your List Of The Dissed Or Are You His
Taking Care Of Business Is This A Setup
The P Quickly Gets Fed Up I Put Some Led Up To Fill Your Head Up Now
Get Up
Get Up Get Up Get Up Or Get Down
As I Put A f-ckin' Hooker To The Ground Weitergeben
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Saafir the Saucee Nomad - Joint Custody

Artist: Saafir the Saucee Nomad
Music Album: Boxcar Sessions
(Music Song Lyrics):
I'm accurate secure my spot there be no hot
seats don't trick sweet treats even if i'm
stiffer than a swisher easy going when i'm sleep warlike
it's when i attack untight mike masses
don't conceal ya feel breed if you're exceeded
by who is this myself i demean so my dream
of being a hiphop master won't shatter
like plaster sample savior sup shallow taste
it peculiar rare file no aroma of a coma substance
is vicious vile wicked you can't f-ck with the twisted
winding sizeable you've stumbled into hazy ill-defined
room ya shrumed ya self butt naked ya nothin but
chosen prunes frozen fumes
Saafir will be here like landscape
i'll scrape ya ass off the reel
you've been edited i'm enriched fit
full blown 11x13 it seems at first word
seeing is no believing unless your vision is blurred
from these cutesy, cutesy new boodies on rap i'm rilin
up a muthy gats being pushed in ya Saliva
opening the file of a masterpiece
is where i lease my space
i rope dope styles like cows ram them in your ass
baby, oh! and this time i didn't forget the gravy
pay me my respect check one hobo immovable spirit
i was brought here solely for the lyrics
i have no time for your unsubliminal earthly
i'll be lurkin on the b-side slidin in sideways
on the edge straight servin them i'm on some reap bitch
shit shut up fall silent no perfume
i'll stay funky musty with this custody

i've mastered my adrenalin sendin souls to afterlife
like Mussolini i'm like Houdini who can see me
i'm the same color of the sun if you have no pigment
you'll get burned charred to a crisp
refreshing drink i think you need a sip of this
cause you're this close to a lip of the wrist
and the thing you value the most
life please let there be another entity
to devour proficient effective
when i think you should offer your feces
i'm going to revel and defile in the prostitution
of the potency words swarmin teamin up
pain will be equivalent to the unteethin of a pup
the force tell you don't prolong yaself
ya too noticeable to the graduated continuing
it's amazing how your reproductive system works
of art develop blossom gain grow
i see the unholy gain green in ya
seems magnify move up i prefer ya
raise ya cup why don't ya raise ya skirt
well i'm pleased to see that you don't have the
correct knees for the job off my nob by far
sighted only in infrared ya not prepared to spar
with a heavyweight, dwelling repelling freshmens
propelling them back to the guf look it up i'm puffy
like my man from uptown for those weak
don't provoke or speak or it spells an abrupt downtown
trip, from the hips what's that smell of ass
we've past that point i have custody joint
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