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 - What Do I Do With The Love

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Enter The Dru
(Music Song Lyrics):
What do i do... i do i do babe

I can put away the letters
Hide them in the drawer
I can even forget what you sent them for
and I can take your name out of my book
I can put away the pictures
I can put the dreams aside
But I just can't seem to put you out of my mind

So tell me now ohhhh
What do I do with the love, tell me baby
What do I do with the memories of
What do I do with the nights
Without you by my side
They used to be yours and mine
Without you what do I do with the love
(yeahh yeahh ohh ohhh)
I can go out every night now
Stay out till the dawn
Do whatever I want to anytime I want
And I can make believe we never met
I can clear out all the closets
Leave your things outside the door
But I just can't seem to not love you anymore

So tell me now, tell me now, what do I do
What do I do with the love
What do I do with the memories of
What do I do with the nights
Without you by my side
They used to be yours and mine
Without you what do I do with the love

What do I do with this heart
Who do I give it to
What do I do with these arms
If they're not holding you
What do I do with this time
If I'm not spending time with you
If I'm not giving my love to you

What do I do with the love
What do I do with the memories of
What do I do with the nights
Without you by my side
They used to be yours and mine
Without you what do I do with the love

What do I do with the love
What do I do with the love
What do I do with the love
Sitting here,
What do I do with the love
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Bizkit Limp: All In The Family with KoRn Follow The Leader

Artist: Bizkit Limp
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
KoRn with Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit)

Fred: Say what, say what? Say what, say what? Say what, say what?

My dick is bigger than yours...My band is bigger than yours.

Fred: Too bad I got your beans in my bag (Aha).
You stuck up sucker, KoRny mother f-cker (oooo).
Taking over flows, it's the limp, pimp,
Need a (dick) bizkit to save this group from Jon Davis.
I'm gonna drop a little East Side skill (ooo),
So you best step back, 'cause I'ma kill, I'ma kill.
So what you thinking Mr. Raggedy Man,
Doing all you can to look like Raggedy Anne.

Jonathan: Check you out punk, yes I know you feel it,
You look like one of those dancers from the Hanson video (say what, say what),
You little faggot ho.
Please give me some shit to work with,
'Cause right now I'm all it kid,
Suck my dick kid,
Like your daddy did.

Fred: Who the f-ck you think you talkin' to?
I'm known for eating whiney little chumps like you (whatever).
All up in my face with that "Are you ready?!"
When halitosis is all you're rockin' steady.
You little fairy, smelling on your flowers,
Nappy hairy chest, look it's Austin Powers! (Ah yeah, baby).
I hear you tokin' on them fag pipes clod, but you said it best,
"There's no place to hide."

Jonathan: What the f-ck you saying?
You're a pimp whatever.
Limp dick, Fred Durst needs to rehearse,
Needs to reverse, what he's sayin'. (Say what, say what). Wannabe Funkdoobie's what you're playin',
Rippin' at my bag, counterfeit, fakin'.
Plus your bills I'm payin'.
You can't eat that shit every day Fred,
Lay off the bacon.

Fred: Say what, say what, you better your f-ckin' mouth Jon.

Jon: So you hate me!
Fred: And I hate you!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: You hate me!
Jon: You know what, it's all in the family.

Jon: Look at you fool, I'm gonna f-ck you up twice,
Throwing rhymes at me like, oh shit alright! Vanilla Ice!
You better run, run while you can,
Can never f-ck me up, Bitz Climpkit.
At least I got a phat original band.

Fred: Who's hot? Who's not? (You).
You best step back, KoRn on the cob (okay),
You need a new job (ha).
Tryin' to take 'em mic skills back to the dentist
And buy yourself a new drill (f-ck you).
You pumpkin pie, I'll jack off in your eye,
Climbing shoots and ladders, while your ego shatters.
But you just can't get away (get a gay?),
Because it's Doomsday kid, it's Doomsday.

Jon: So I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jon: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Fred: You call yourself a singer (yep),
You're more like Jerry Springer (oh, cool).
Your favorite band is Winger (Winger)
And all you eat is zingers (zingers?).
You're like a fruity pebble,
Your favorite flag is rebel (yee haa!).
It's just too bad that you're a fag and on a lower level.

Jonathan: So you're from Jacksonville, kicking it like Buffalo Bill.
Getting butt-f-cked by your uncle Chuck,
While your sister's on her knees waiting for your f-ckin' nut (oh yeah).

Fred: Wait, where'd you get that little dance? (Over here).
Like them idiots in Waco, you're burning up in Bako (huh).
Where your father had your mother, your mother had your brother (nah uh).
It's just too bad your father's mad and your mother's now your lover.

Jonathan: Come on hillbilly, can your horse do a f-ckin' wheelie?
You love it down south and, boy, you sure do got a purty mouth.

Jonathan: I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.
And I hate you!
Fred: And you hate me!
Jonathan: You know what, you know what, it's all in the family.

Jonathan: And I love you!
Fred: And I want you!
Jonathan: And I'll suck you!
Fred: And I'll f-ck you!
Jonathan: And I'll buck f-ck you!
Fred: And I'll eat you!
Jonathan: And I'll lick your little tainty prick, mother f-cker.
Fred: Say what? Say...what

Eric Burdon And The Animals - To Love Somebody

Artist: Eric Burdon And The Animals
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like

It's a light,
Certain kind of light
That never shines on me
And I want my life to be
(To live with you)
(To live with you)
There's a way that
Everybody says
I've got to do each and every little thing, yeah,
But what good will it bring
(Iif I ain't got you?)
(If I ain't got you?)
Baby

You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

If I pray,
I see your face again,
And God knows I pray every night
Woman, how could you be so bad?
(Aand I'm sad,)
(So, so sad)
I'm a man, yeah
Can't see what I am
When I'm livin' I'm breathin' you
But what good will breathin' do
(If I ain't got you?)
(If I ain't got you?)
Baby

You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you

Yes, I see your face again
Woman, you know I pray every night, yeah
Baby, how could you be so blind?
(And I'm sad,)
(So, so sad)
I'm a full grown man, yeah
Can't you see what I am?
When I'm livin' I breathe with you, yeah,
Yeah, yeah,
But what what good will breathin' do
(If I ain't got you?)
(If I ain't got you?)
God knows, baby (baby)

You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way I love you
You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way that I love you

To love somebody
To love somebody
The way that I
Love you
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way that I
Love you, baby
(To love somebody, to love somebody) Give it to me, give it to me, give it to me
(The way that I) Baby, baby, I love, I, I love you
(Love you) I love, I love, I love, I love you
(To love somebody, to love somebody) Give it to me, baby. Don't you leave me
(The way that I)You know I need you by my side
(Love you)You're drivin' me crazy. Baby, don't
(To love somebody, To love somebody) Oh, please
Baby, yeah

You don't know what it's like
You don't know what it's like
To love somebody
To love somebody
The way that I...
Love...
- Good God -
You..
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Eric Burdon And The Animals To Love Somebody

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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Hill Dru - This Is What We Do featuring Method Man

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Enter The Dru
(Music Song Lyrics):
VERSE 1 SO YOU SAY YOUR ISH IS IT/AND YOU SAY YOUR ISH IS HOT/YOU WANT ME/TO TOUCH YOUR SPOT/CAUSE THAT'S HOW WE DO IT/NOW I WATCH YOUR EARRINGS JINGLE/AND I WATCH YOU WORK YOUR MIDDLE/CAUSE YOUR HANDLE BARS AIN'T LITTLE/MAKES ME WANNA/YA'LL AIN'T READY/
CHORUS IF YOU WANNA DANCE/IF YOU WANNA MOVE/IF YOU WANNA DANCE/YAH SHOW ME WHAT TO DO/WE KEEP IT MOVIN/GIVIN IT TO YOU/CAUSE THIS IS WHAT WE DO/THIS IS WHAT WE DO/
VERSE 2 SAID EAST SIDE/WHERE YOU AT/WHAT THE DEELY/AND TO MY LADIES OVER WEST/CAN YOU FEEL ME/TELL ME WHAT THE DEAL WITH THE SOUTH/THEY TELL ME MASTER P/GOT IT ALL FIGURED OUT/BUT IF YOU SAY YOU WITH ME/SHOW YOU WITH ME/YOU SO PRETTY/YOU STAY SHITTY/AIN'T NO SHORTY/OVER 40 CHILLIN/IN THE VIP WITH ME/DAMN RIGHT/GAME TIGHT/CAUSE THAT'S HOW WE DO IT TONIGHT/
CHORUS IF YOU WANNA DANCE/IF YOU WANNA MOVE/IF YOU WANNA DANCE/YAH SHOW ME WHAT TO DO/WE KEEP IT MOVIN/GIVIN IT TO YOU/CAUSE THIS IS WHAT WE DO/THIS IS WHAT WE DO/
METH WHO GOT THE BEST BODY ON THE PLANET / I TAKE ADVANTAGE / THEN SKATE LIKE THE KISSING BANDIT / LEAVE OF HEARTS / GOT THESE SHORTIES PUT AFTER DARK / WE'RE LADY KILLERS / NOW BLOW BACK APART / TICAL DRU HILL OR / STRANGE LOVE / SEVEN THIRTY / I'M LIKE HERBIE WITH A LOVE BUG / THEN SKIP TOWN LIKE A CASANOVA / BROWN MRS / YOU LOOK DELICIOUS LIKE A TWO PIECE / WITH A BISCUIT / WHAT'S GOING DOWN / IN MY MIND I'M RIPPIN YOUR CLOTHES / PLAYIN WITH YOUR FEET GIRL / SUCKING YOUR TOES / GO AROUND WITH THE GHETTO SARANO / MELLO / ROMEO WHO LIKE HIS WOMEN ON THE SAME LEVEL / PAY MY BILLS THAT WERE DUE / ALL ACCOUNTS SETTLED / NOW I'M RELAXING LIKE PA NOW WITH MA KETTLE / BABY LAUGHING / EARRINGS IN BOTH NIPPLES / LIKE JANET JACKSON / BUSTING OUT HER LATEST FASHION / OR THE SMASHIN / HONEY COME OVER HERE / I **** BE COLD / THROW DEM PANTIES OVER THERE / YOU WON'T NEED THOSE / YOU TALK LIKE SEX / YOU WALK LIKE SEX / YOU SMELL LIKE SEX / YOU YELL LIKE SEX / AND ALL YA WANT IS MR METH / HALL OF A MAN / THAT CAN SELL AN ESKIMO A FAN / I COME EQUIPPED FOR ANY SPOT YOU WANT TO HIT / OR WANT LICKED / WHEN MY **** HIT THE **** / AHHH SHIT / I START TO THINK BACK ON HOW I GO HUMP / SEVEN MINUTES TO HEAVEN AT THE AGE OF ELEVEN / COULDN'T TELL ME NUTTIN THEN / CAN'T TELL ME NUTTIN NOW / HONEY CHILD / MILKIN THE COW / LOVIN MY STYLE / THIS IS WHAT WE DO KID / ME AND THEM DRU KIDS / TAKE EM BLIND, CRIPPLED, CRAZY EVEN TOOTHLESS / LASTLY / IF YOU KNOW ME DON'T ASK ME / CALL ME METHOD / MR METH IF YA NASTY
BRIDGE IF I MOVE IT TO THE LEFT/WILL IT BE HOT TO DEF/IF I MOVE IT TO THE RIGHT/WILL IT MAKE IT LAST ALL NIGHT/WOODY/IF I MOVE IT UP AND DOWN/WILL YOU MAKE A FREAKY SOUND/COME ON/IF I MOVE IT IN AND OUT/WILL IT MAKE YOU SCREAM AND SHOUT
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Hill Dru This Is What We Do featuring Method Man

Wasp - 9.5-N.A.S.T.Y

Artist: Wasp
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
One woman down my street is, too hot for the average man
Hard to handle, a fire in her eyes
Wants the hot rocks right in her hand
I know she's burning, hot with love
A come-on look and she ain't fooling
And she knows just what it does
She gave me a number to make me fell fine
Said call me up baby
It's gonna be 9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y.

You're everything I need
'Cause I want what you're giving
I'm yours to do with what you please

N.A.S.T.Y., you're everything I need
'Cause I want what you're giving
I'm yours to do with what you please

Ooh- no mama's baby, this child
She's a killer wrapped in high heel shoes
Touch the skin it burns like fire
I don't even care if I'm being used
Threw me down and then she tore off my jeans
She said, come on baby, I mean business
I'm gonna show you what liberated means
Do it to me baby
I'm losing my mind
She said call me up honey
Tonight I'm 9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y.

You're everything I need
'Cause I want what you're giving
I'm yours to do with what you please

N.A.S.T.Y., you're everything I need
'Cause I want what you're giving
I'm yours to do with what you please
Some bad habits, are hard to break
Like an earthquake coming
I gotta shake, shake, shake

9.5.- N.A.S.T.Y. you're everything I need
'Cause I want what you're giving
I'm yours to do with what you please

N.A.S.T.Y. you're everything I need
'Cause I want what you're giving
I'm yours to do with what you please
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Wasp 9.5N.A.S.T.Y

Hill Dru - What are we gonna do

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Various songs / Unsorted
(Music Song Lyrics):
Intro):
Whispers passed in silence
Two lovers passing in the night
A love thats left and hopeless
That can never survive
1 What are we gonna do
What are they gonna to say
Where are we gonna to go
When they find out
What are we gonna do
What are they gonna say
Where are we gonna go
When they find out
Sing your song sing your song sing your song
Really dont know you well
Got to get to know me too
So see, we can make this work
Through your friends wont approve
See, we cant let them know
Exactly whats going on
Cuz they wont understand
What we have between us
(Repeat 1)
Woody, Woody, Woody, Woddy
I know we may be rushing
Theres no time to think it through
Cuz when love overcomes your heart
Theres nothing you can do
Misery loves company
By now you should know
People always have advice about being together
When theyre all alone
I cry
I cry, I cry, late at night baby
Inside
Inside my heart babe
I was all alone
Dont you let no God damn body come near
And tear our love apart
Cuz I love you girl
Youre all my world
So what are we gonna do
What are we gonna do
I feel so afraid, babe
Feel like a baby
Just hold me darling
And let me know
I need to know
Ive got to know
What are we, oh baby
(Repeat 1) x2
What are we gonna do
Oh well, well, well, well, well, well
Oh baby, well, well, well, well
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Kina - U Dont Know

Artist: Kina
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Look at me
I've become unpredictable
U don't know what I'll do next
I know it f-cks with you cause
U know me
Easy to please
By your side perfectly kept in line
Well, I'm tired

(I) underestimate (oh, no, I'm not) me
I'm nothing (oh, no, I'm on) I'm really useless
(I'm not that, no, no, no)

Oh, U don't know me
Or my situation
My heart
Or what things I got, no indeed
So, what you see
Ain't so predictable
I show what I want you to see

Uppity, who me?
Cause now I'm speaking my thoughts
No longer secrets
You see me thinking, oh, but that can't be
Don't be too proud
I can't live too loud
Kiss your ass and kowtow

(I'm not) underestimate (oh, no, I'm not) me
I'm nothing (oh, no, I'm on) I'm really useless
(I'm not that, no, no, no)

Oh, U don't know me
Or my situation
My heart
Or what things I got, no indeed
So, what you see
Ain't so predictable
I show what I want you to see

Quietly, I do succeed
I'm not less cause you don't see
So much more than what you think, yeah, yeah

U don't know me
Or my situation
My heart
Or what things I got, no indeed
So, what you see
Ain't so predictable
I show what I want you to see

U don't know me
Or my situation
My heart
Or what things I got, no indeed
So, what you see
Ain't so predictable
I show what I want you to see
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Kina U Dont Know

Hill Dru - This is what we do

Artist: Hill Dru
Music Album: Various songs / Unsorted
(Music Song Lyrics):
Featuring Method Man]
Yeah baby hey yeah yeah
And you know said you know
Said you know said you know babe yeah
So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
Cuz thats how we do it
Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
Cuz your handle bars aint little
Makes me wanna (Yall aint ready)
1 If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah show me what to do
I keep it movin, givin it to you
Cuz this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah
(Repeat 1)
Said East Side, where you at , yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out
But if you say you with me, show you with me
Youre so pretty, you stay shitty,
Aaint no shorty over 40 chillin in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, cuz thats how we do it tonight
(Repeat 1) x2
[Method Man]:
Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then skate like the kissin bandit
Leave of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
Were lady killers
Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, Im like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
Whats goin down?
In my mind Im rippin your clothes
Playing with your peep girl suckin your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello,
Romeo, who like his women on the same level
Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now Im relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion
Or the smashin
Honey come on over here, I **** be cold
Throw them panties over there, you wont need those
You talk like sex
You walk like sex
Ya smell like sex
Ya yell like sex
And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my ___ hit the ______, ahh, shit
I start to think back on how I go hump
In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldnt tell me nuthin then, cant tell me nuthin now
Honey child, milkin the cow, lovin my style
This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take em blind, crimp em and crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me dont ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty
(Repeat 1) x2
If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right will you make it last all night (Woody)
If I move it up and down will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out will it make you scream and shout
(Repeat 1 until fade
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Hill Dru This is what we do

Biz Markie: What Comes Around Goes Around

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: I Need A Haircut
(Music Song Lyrics):
Goes around
What comes around goes around

Sittin here reminiscin back to high school
When everytime I see you, girl, you know that I drool
Day-dreamin in class thinkin what would I say
When I saw you, but you never looked my way
It started freshman year and lasted straight to the 12th grade
I have to give it to you, though, you was top-shelf, babe
I asked myself time and time again: what was it
About me that made me treat me like a buzzard
I speak to you in the hall and you ignore me
You keep walkin and talkin like you never saw me
You didn't have to conversate with me, I can say that
It woulda made my day if you just had waved back
I used to buy you candy, lollypops and gum drops
I even pack a extra-sandwich in my lunch box
You're treatin me like dirt and everyone in the school knows
You call me out my name and crack jokes on my school clothes
If anyone could make you feel good, girl, I could
But you give me that look like you don't wanna be bothered
But that's okay, just keep on frontin, see
Cause one day I'ma make it, and you'll be wantin me
Been tryin hard ever since I graduated
To make it big, and yes, I finally made it
Been doin shows, videos and tv
Now everywhere you go everybody knows me
Now the tables have turned and now it's me you're hawkin
Now I turn up my nose, and keep on walkin
You see, ladies marvel me in clubs frequently
And you make it your duty to come and speak to me
Rememberin how she played me in the past
Yeah, we can talk, I'm in a rush, please make it fast
And we can start off with all the men you been with
And don't come poppin that just-a-friend bit
Remember how you used to diss me and play me out, how
Come you got so much stuff to talk about now?
The word's around town that you're on the money tip
But sorry, I can't do nothin for ya, honey dip
So pardon me as I make my way to the dancefloor
And over to the bar because that's what I came for
Cuties pamperin me with champagne and roses
As I think to myself: thank God for showbiz!
Everywhere I turn girlies throwin me rhythm
Drinkin and thinkin who will be my victim
Here comes that girl that used to diss me
She whispers in my ear could she come home with me
Yup, get your coat and we could shoot north
Took her to the crib, and cold knocked her boots off
After i got it, yo, I never did call back
Thinkin how she used to front like she was all that
It's a new game, and the odds are in my favor
She caught the vapors and nothin could save her

What comes around goes around
You know what I'm talkin about
What comes around goes around
What comes around goes around
What comes around goes around

CARL THOMAS - Emotional

Artist: CARL THOMAS
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I knew you when
I had a friend
Very deeply
Lovely within
But somehow we got loose
From what was oh so tight
Somewhere we went wrong
When we were oh so right

What's a man to do when he just can't take no more
What am I to do when my heart leads me to the door
Now we've tried and tried again
But now this is the end
Tell me what's the use of holding on
If we can't be friends

I'm emotional
And I can't let go
I am trying to hold on to you
Though it hurts me so
Gotta let you know
That the love we once shared now is through
Say goodbye to you

You seem to hurt me purposely
I didn't understand it
Oh girl, why me?
I had no choice
What was best for us
Was to terminate our love and be free

What's a man to do when he just can't take no more
What am I to do when my heart leads me to the door
Now we've tried and tried again
But now this is the end
Tell me what's the use of holding on
If we can't be friends

I'm emotional
And I can't let go
I am trying to hold on to you
Though it hurts me so
Gotta let you know
That the love we once shared now is through
Say goodbye to you

I'm emotional
And I can't let go
I am trying to hold on to you
Though it hurts me so
Gotta let you know
That the love we once shared now is through
Say goodbye to you

What's a man to do when he just can't take no more
What am I to do when my heart leads me to the door
Now we've tried and tried again
But now this is the end
Tell me what's the use of holding on
If we can't be friends

I'm emotional
And I can't let go-acapo
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CARL THOMAS Emotional

Wynonna Judd - What It Takes

Artist: Wynonna Judd
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I wanna walk
To no particular destination
I wanna talk
When I got the inclination
I wanna move
When I got the locomotion
I'm gonna do just what it takes
To keep this smile on my face

I wanna drive my car
Wherever they're driving faster
I wanna sail the ship
As long as I can be the master
I wanna ride the rails
On my own roller coaster
I'm gonna do just what it takes
To keep this smile on my face

[Chorus]

I was born to be this way
Never save for a rainy day
I just like to make it my own way
I wanna be the first to say

Don't wanna work real hard
If it means that I ain't livin'
Don't wanna go through life
If there's no room for gettin'
Don't wanna stand here long
If it just means I'm a waiting
I'm gonna do just what it takes
To keep this smile on my face

[Repeat Chorus]

Don't wanna change my ways
If there ain't no good reason
Don't wanna change my mind
Without any rhyme or reason
Don't wanna be one way
I got to change like a season
I'm gonna do what it takes
To keep this smile on my face
I'm gonna do what it takes
To keep this smile on my face
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Wynonna Judd What It Takes

BENZINO - Figadoh Remixfeat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.

Artist: BENZINO
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Benzino - Figadoh Remix

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Busta Rhymes, M.O.P.)

[Intro]
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
Get money, get that dough
What, what, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, get that dough
Get that dough, Figadoh

[Busta Rhymes]
Ray Benzino.. Hangmen 3..
Bus-a-Bus.. M.O.P...
What the f-ck?
Let's give it to ya
Yeah, what the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
What the f-ck y'all want? (Ha ha ha)
Come on (Ha ha ha)

[Busta Rhymes]
Guess who's comin through right now, bitch?
To smack you with the force to kill a f-cking cow, bitch
Hunh, I told you not to f-ck around, bitch
Foul nigga, that's the way we gettin down, bitch
You shook faggot, I'ma keep you motherf-ckers shaking
And run around just like a crazy big foot Jamaican
See there's no mistaking, see you can never replace me, nigga
They think you alien, whippin shit like a hated nigga
I wonder, wise guy trife and said to me
What we be on and that we would have a recipe
Talk, what they talkin bout rude boy?
Some gully niggas up in the place, we comin through, boy
The news be tryin and run go report niggas
The way they do when immigration trt to deport niggas
Ray Benzino, Bus-a-Bus and M.O.P.
Just for the record - none of you niggas can f-ck with me!

[Chorus 2x w/ Busta Rhymes ad libs]
Figadoh
Doooooooooough
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh, Figa-da-doh!
You know me, Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough, Figada-doh

[Benzino]
Me and Bus-a-Bus breakin bread dough town
f-ck a bus - we private jet Motown
Boston streets.. where I put my flow down
Hold up, you shakin it fast, bitch slow down
Blaze shots for the gangster in me
You scared to carry heat, don't hang with me (Motherf-cker)
Big guns, no thang to me
Top three is what I aim to be
Hunh, and what I rep.. mainly 3
Ain't no muthaf-cka spittin flames like me
Original gon come, brew it up
M.O.P. gon come, to rip it up
When I reach, it ain't to greet you
f-ck your people, motherf-cker pleased to meet you
B-E-N-Z-I-N-O...
This the remix, Figadoh, bitch!

[Chorus]

[Lil' Fame]
(Bom bom bom) F-I-Z-Z-Y dub O
Mack (Bingfield, B.K.) Oh!
Bring bitch out of the bubbs warrior style
Throwing bricks, bottles and slugs (Get it on son!)
I spit 8 bars and smack the f-ck out the engineer before the songs done
Just to make this shit more hotter
So tighten up your training wheels bitch...
Cause your f-cking with a scholar

[Billy Danze]
With this I step lively, talking to myself cause I'm mad
With a mack 10 to spin - back up nigga! (Back up nigga!)
Watch out nigga.. (Watch out nigga!)
I'm coming, mojo smokin, I ain't jokin faggot, I'm gunnin
I ain't hear nothin, start runnin
Why you suprised, you a f-cking with a man who got.. (Fire!)
With sides will.. (Fire!)
Any nigga that want it, any nigga that front it, I pump one in his stomach

[Chorus]
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Benzino Figadoh Remix

Sisqo And Mya - Thong Song Remix

Artist: Sisqo And Mya
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
[Foxy Brown]
See right here?
This is the official ladies anthem
Ladies, I want you to put your drinks down
Pull your thongs up
And grab the thugest on the dance floor
Uh huh and shake your...

Ooh that dress so scandalous
And you know another nigga couldn't handle it
See you shaking that thing like who's da ish
With a look in your eye so devilish
Uh ya like to dance at all the hip-hop spots
Then you cruise through the crews like connect the dots
Not just urban, she likes the pop
Cause she was living la vida loca

1 - She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what? What? What?
Baby, move your butt, butt, butt
I think I'll sing it again

She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what? What? What?
All night long
Let me see that thong

2 - Love it when the beat go
(Dut dun, dut dun)
When you make your booty go
(Dut dun, dut dun)
Girl I know you wanna show
(Dut dun, dut dun)
That thong, thong, thong, thong

I like it when the beat go
(Dut dun, dut dun)
Baby make your booty go
(Dut dun, dut dun)
Girl I know you wanna show
(Dut dun, dut dun)
That thong, thong, thong, thong

Listen, that girl so scandalous
And I know another nigga couldn't handle it
And she's shaking that thing like who's the ish
With a look in her eyes so devilish
She like to dance on the hip-hop spots
And She cruise through the crews like connect da dots
Not just urban she likes her pop
Cause she was living la vida loca

1 - She had dumps like a truck, truck, truck
Thighs like what? What? What?
Baby, move your butt, butt, butt
I think I'll sing it again

2 - Love it wh
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Biz Markie: Young Girl Bluez

Artist: Biz Markie
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
Thanks to scott_rodkey@hotmail.com for these lyrics.

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" - Slick Rick (Repeat 4x)

I was walking down the street, just a minding my biz
I saw this young lady, the ultimate
She had a pair of jugs that was so fine
Then I took a look at that behind
36-24-36, I looked to her and I said "I need a fix"
I asked her the same blahzay, blahzay
Her name, where she live, and how much she weigh
I got her digits and gave her my 1-800 beeper number
You can leave a message under the name of Rhumba
I know you're bugging off, then I will be too
But every time she be walking, she turns the heads of the crew
Word is bond, I wouldn't be messing
With this girl if I knew she was an adolescent
To all the guys over 21, here's the news:
It's the hip-hop version of the Young Girl Bluez

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x)

As the story goes on, I get a little deeper
I got a strange message on my 1-800 beeper
Call my looney, crazy, psychotic or dumb
But I got a good message from a girl named Rum
Come and get me from Mickey D's at 8
That's where I work after school, pick me up for a date
I was so excited that she called my pager
But never thought to ask if she was a teenager
She mentioned going to school, but I didn't think it was high
If you saw what I saw, then you know why
You wouldn't believe or even think of
A bird like that could be a dove
I picked her up in my Lexus coupe
Only God knows what I'm doing is an oof
Am I robbing a cradle? I'm very confused
I'm stuck in the middle of the Young Girl Bluez

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x)

Now I was seeing her for about half a year
Everything was fine and dandy without shedding a tear
Age ain't nothing but a number, that's what Chi-Ali said
Okay then why don't you get that through the judge's head
Proceeding along, I must have to say
It was coming very close to her birthday
I asked "What do you want?" She said "A pair of earrings"
I never knew what an avalanche the future brings
Her birthday came and she gave a party
I arrive kind of late to the place to be
People was excited for seeing my face
If my mother ever knew I would be a disgrace
"How old are you now?" to Rhumba-reen
I was in shock when they screamed "Sixteen!"
I felt like falling apart when I heard the news
This is the never-ending saga of the Young Girl Bluez!

"Huh huh huh, now what was I to do?
She's crying over me and she was feeling blue, I said" (Repeat 4x)

Benzino - Figadoh

Artist: Benzino
Music Album: Miscellaneous
(Music Song Lyrics):
(feat. Scarface, Snoop Dogg)

[Snoop Dogg]
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
Get money (Get that dough)
What what (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Get that dough)
Get that dough (Figadoh)

[Benzino]
What, why? Wanna come test (what)
Sub-zero, freeze all from chest (what)
Benzino got bitches that love to undress
Masterpiece invisible, thug irresistable (thug)
Made Man invincible (thug)
Collect my residuals (thug)
Why you lookin so pitiful, don't you really know?
Every move we make is critical, you know, I know
See yo', head cracked, bang-o, see dough
Benzino, black Al Pacino
Fly to Reno, meet T at casino (yeah)
All night, we get head all night
Hold tight, shorty right, don't bite
This is how we do it in the Bing, uhh
Worldwide, Made Men, knah'mean

[Chorus - Benzino (Snoop) 2x]
Doooooooooough!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
Fi-ga-doh (Money, money) Figa-da-doh!
You know me (Money, hot) Figada-figada-figada
Get that dough (Dough, hot, hot) Figada-doh

[Snoop Dogg]
Yo' strategy, some pimp tragedy
It's Snoop Dogg, the black James Caggedy
In agony, Agatha, Christy
Agana, miss me, pop the mo' with funk the Crissy
Is he, goin out his mind (yep)
I'm, organized with mine (yep)
In rhyme cuz crime, pays (yep)
Blaze the haze for days
For real B, ya feel me, ya feel me
And, it's supreme, a few niggas on my team
Bonafide hustlers 'bout that cream
We'll cut a nigga, gut a nigga, shut a nigga up
For my paper, I'll wet a nigga up
Did'ya hear me do' (Hear me do')
Ya feel me do' (Feel me do')
I'm live in stereo (Live in stereo)
Like a cherry-o, bury dough, Robert De Ner-io
Snoopy D-O double bubble, with the whole bundle
Don't worry 'bout what one do

[Chorus 2x]

[Scarface]
The suits, we pimp in tennis shoes
f-ck Cristal, what the Henny do?
You smoke dope and weed, blow 'dro
You got dough and we've got dough
We monster mash, you see me Ruff Ryde
You a nigga out here, hate niggas, wishin he was white
I'm the nigga out hear pullin up Excursions
Throwin dicks to dykes, turnin out virgins
So f-ck your coupe, it's Scarface and Snoop,
up in Bing-town snatchin bitches off the mini six-deuce
And sue dat dame, with "Tru dat" game
Get her ass naked, and black-n-blue that thang
The news that came was the Made Men wattn't
But the paper was the influence and that's what done it
You cuff these hoes, we muff these hoes
You and Captain Save Ya Baby Mother, f-ck these hoes

[Snoop Dogg]
(Doooooooooough!!!)
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Get that dough! Get that dough!
Figadoh!

[Chorus - 4x w/ changing ad libs]
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Benzino Figadoh

Wynonna Judd - What The World Needs

Artist: Wynonna Judd
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
I look around at all the faces and I see
All the lonely people looking back at me
Rich, poor don't matter we're all the same
Everybody's hungry in a different way
We're clawin' and climbin' and kickin' and screamin' and fightin' but really

[Chorus]
What the world needs now is love
Love and only love
A little help from up above
Faith to make a better day
Let's come together
Lay our differences down
Spread it all around
That's what the world needs now

(La, la, la, la, la)

Sometimes all it takes is just a smile
To change somebody's weather
Chase the clouds out of their sky
Sometimes you gotta give and not receive
Sometimes you gotta live what you believe
Open your arms cause that's where it starts
Right here with you and with me

[Chorus]

[Bridge]
Nobody likes the cold
We all need someone to hold
No one wants to be alone

[Chorus: Repeat 3 times]

([Third time:] "Let's come together, lay our prejudices down...")
(La, la, la, la, la)

[Fade Out]
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Peter Hammill - Still Life

Artist: Peter Hammill
Music Album: Unknown
(Music Song Lyrics):
Citadel reverberates to a thousand voices, now dumb:
what have we become? What have we chosen to be?
Now, all history is reduced to the syllables of our name -
nothing can ever be the same now the Immortals are here.
At the time, it seemed a reasonable course
to harness all the force of life without the threat of death,
but soon we found
that boredom and inertia are not negative,
but all the law we know
and dead are Will and words like survival.

Arrival at immunity from all age, all fear and all end....
Why do I pretend? Our essence is distilled
and all familiar taste is now drained
and though purity is maintained it leaves us sterile,
living through the millions of years,
a laugh as close as any tear....
Living, if you claim that all that entails is
breathing, eating, defecating, screwing, drinking,
spewing, sleeping, sinking ever down and down
and ultimately passing away time
which no longer has any meaning.

Take away the threat of death
and all you're left with is a round of make-believe;
marshal every sullen breath
and though you're ultimately bored by endless ecstasy
that's still the ring by which you hope to be engaged
to marry the girl who will give you forever -
that's crazy, and plainly
it simply is not enough.

What is the dullest and bluntest of pains,
such that my eyes never close without feeling it there?
What abject despair demands an end to all things of infinity?
If we have gained, how do we now meet the cost?
What have we bargained, and what have we lost?
What have we relinquished, never even knowing it was there?

What chance now of holding fast the line,
defying death and time
when everything we had is gone?
Everything we laboured for
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