<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:52:16.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rap &amp; RB Lyrics</title><subtitle type='html'>The Absolute Best in Rap And RB Lyrics. I try to find the hottest songs from the hottest artists: Lil Jon, Usher, Trick Daddy, Bone Thugs, Kci &amp; JoJo, Eminem, Ciara, Pastor Troy, Linkin Park, Ginuwine, Pitbull, And More!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>422</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110915159570226361</id><published>2005-02-23T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T01:39:55.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jagged Edge - Goodbye</title><content type='html'>Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;What may be the best thing&lt;br /&gt;For you to do&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it’s the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;For you to do&lt;br /&gt;And that, that’s real you know ’cause&lt;br /&gt;I know I love you&lt;br /&gt;I know how I feel about you&lt;br /&gt;But I also know that don’t&lt;br /&gt;Make everything aight&lt;br /&gt;And for that reason&lt;br /&gt;I have to say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a&lt;br /&gt;Situation where the&lt;br /&gt;Best thing you could do&lt;br /&gt;Was the hardest thing&lt;br /&gt;You’ve ever done (the hardest thing you’ve ever done)&lt;br /&gt;But you try to do&lt;br /&gt;What’s right&lt;br /&gt;And I know deep down inside&lt;br /&gt;That I really wanna be&lt;br /&gt;There by your side&lt;br /&gt;But I can’t stand to see you cry&lt;br /&gt;Not when it’s because of me&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:&lt;br /&gt;When it’s over&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never love another&lt;br /&gt;I’m always thinking of her&lt;br /&gt;I’m doing this because her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2:&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna let her see me cry&lt;br /&gt;Looking out the window&lt;br /&gt;And wonderin’ why&lt;br /&gt;Did we have to&lt;br /&gt;Say all those things&lt;br /&gt;That we said last night&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;I don’t wanna say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;So I’m just standing here&lt;br /&gt;Wondering why&lt;br /&gt;Just don’t like to&lt;br /&gt;See when you cry&lt;br /&gt;So i’mma say goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you think ’cause&lt;br /&gt;I packed your stuff&lt;br /&gt;Inside I ain’t really&lt;br /&gt;Really cracking up&lt;br /&gt;’cause you’re wrong&lt;br /&gt;I just hide it good&lt;br /&gt;’cause I know that’s&lt;br /&gt;What you need girl&lt;br /&gt;And there’s more to life&lt;br /&gt;Than loving yourself&lt;br /&gt;You gotta learn to&lt;br /&gt;Love somebody else, yeah&lt;br /&gt;And that’s why i&lt;br /&gt;Do the things that I do&lt;br /&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reapeat 1 and 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aint no one in this world that can ever take your place&lt;br /&gt;All the love that we share it can never be erased&lt;br /&gt;And I know that, that it hurts so bad&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sorry, cause you’re the best I’ve had&lt;br /&gt;(x4)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110915159570226361?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110915159570226361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110915159570226361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/jagged-edge-goodbye.html' title='Jagged Edge - Goodbye'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110878953438815271</id><published>2005-02-18T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T21:05:34.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginuwine - When Doves Cry</title><content type='html'>Dig if you will the picture&lt;br /&gt;Of you and I engaged in a kiss&lt;br /&gt;The sweat of your body covers me&lt;br /&gt;Can you my darling&lt;br /&gt;Can you picture this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dream if you can a courtyard&lt;br /&gt;An ocean of violets in bloom&lt;br /&gt;Animals strike curious poses&lt;br /&gt;They feel the heat&lt;br /&gt;The heat between me and you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world that's so cold? (So cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father too bold&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touch if you will my stomach&lt;br /&gt;Feel how it trembles inside&lt;br /&gt;You've got the butterflies all tied up&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me chase you&lt;br /&gt;Even doves have pride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world so cold? (World so cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too demanding (maybe maybe)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (too bold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (She's never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other (why)&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ooh ooh ooh - baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you just leave me standing?&lt;br /&gt;Alone in a world that's so cold? (a world so cold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just too demanding&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm just like my father too bold (you know, you know he's too bold)&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you're just like my mother&lt;br /&gt;She's never satisfied (never satisfied)&lt;br /&gt;Why do we scream at each other (why)&lt;br /&gt;This is what it sounds like&lt;br /&gt;When doves cry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110878953438815271?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110878953438815271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110878953438815271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/ginuwine-when-doves-cry.html' title='Ginuwine - When Doves Cry'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110866553867319932</id><published>2005-02-17T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T10:38:58.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outkast - Mamacita</title><content type='html'>[Masada]&lt;br /&gt;Mahogany team queens up on the rise&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, watch your back, blackbirds don't wear disguise&lt;br /&gt;How we comin, comin hard.. camels too slow&lt;br /&gt;Stick up kids do anything, hustlers keep loot to show (what?)&lt;br /&gt;The game is hot you could never be a winner&lt;br /&gt;Just begun a game so considered a beginner&lt;br /&gt;Masada for real, this shorty here is here to say&lt;br /&gt;Mahogany go platinum after after that we just parlay&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the Bricks we get kicks, offa loud gun shot licks&lt;br /&gt;Fuck stones and sticks, loudmouths get nicks&lt;br /&gt;This life is plus I be the bill-be-board, Scarface want&lt;br /&gt;italiano, I'm the real McCoy, nigga what?&lt;br /&gt;Can't be a joke I've been through too many games&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz laugh, but my expression wasn't hardly the same&lt;br /&gt;Show me respect cause it's due, you keep the fear&lt;br /&gt;cause I'll get over and believe I'll come back at you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamacita, papadonna [4X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Andre Benjamin]&lt;br /&gt;Yo, now&lt;br /&gt;You and your nigga shit shaky&lt;br /&gt;And at the time your heart feel down and broke like Achy Breaky&lt;br /&gt;Lump in your throat, feel like a trachea, oh dummy&lt;br /&gt;The pain that's in your chest done made it's way&lt;br /&gt;down to your tummy, you wide open, you start smokin wit ya girl&lt;br /&gt;She nigga bashin sayin you don't need em in your world&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz all dogs? If niggaz all dogs, then what you call broads?&lt;br /&gt;Felines in heat, meowin for some yawn balls&lt;br /&gt;Now you and hear done got to drankin&lt;br /&gt;Oh now it's really crunk, cause y'all silly drink&lt;br /&gt;and your girl done got to thinkin&lt;br /&gt;She talkin bout, "Girl you look so beautiful"&lt;br /&gt;You say thank you bein nice you try to change the subject&lt;br /&gt;Want some beans and rice? But she's back at you like a pit&lt;br /&gt;mixed with a chihuahua how much meaner can you get?&lt;br /&gt;Don't let her have her way with you she's gonna have a fit&lt;br /&gt;You're the candy apple of her eye and bout to get bit&lt;br /&gt;here's what you do -- you&lt;br /&gt;grab her by her neck, throw her on the wall&lt;br /&gt;Say, "Bitch don't ever disrespect me never not at all"&lt;br /&gt;These simple words can put a pause to half of the applause&lt;br /&gt;Them black ball laws of balance at all cost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamacita, papadonna [4X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[WitchDoctor]&lt;br /&gt;Que pasa, que pasa? Check this out&lt;br /&gt;Quiet nights like this, might twist one for the moda&lt;br /&gt;on the balcony, I got a sofa&lt;br /&gt;Nights like this is perfect, for this Spanish Fly&lt;br /&gt;Can you come over, somethin, I wanna show ya&lt;br /&gt;Told ya once we was gon' take a trip, touch you&lt;br /&gt;with my lips where you like it, it's time, don't fight it&lt;br /&gt;Piggy-back ride to the sofa, in the microwave&lt;br /&gt;I got your favorite Stouffer's, lasagna, that's how much&lt;br /&gt;I want ya, fuck flowers&lt;br /&gt;The ceremony starts from the shower with the water&lt;br /&gt;I got somebody's daughter in the Doctor headquarters, chillin&lt;br /&gt;Prepare for this sex drillin, she said somethin in Spanish&lt;br /&gt;Got me feelin mannish, me and you fin' ta vanish&lt;br /&gt;real quick, feel this shit, got cheese, tryin to make cheese&lt;br /&gt;to get you pregnant overseas&lt;br /&gt;Maybe make sho' that's my seed&lt;br /&gt;Quiet nights like this, bachelor like me is single&lt;br /&gt;Talkin to you Miss Bilingual&lt;br /&gt;Let's mingle in the crowd, watch them show, pop some Moet&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get you so wet, never been to Spain&lt;br /&gt;Never been a lame, horny, ever since I been a tiny&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin with niggaz with ageless bodies&lt;br /&gt;Talkin to me, while I squeeze it bare&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk to you while I run my fingers through your hair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamacita, papadonna [4X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Big Boi]&lt;br /&gt;Friday night boi, breakin the old school out, boi we cruisin&lt;br /&gt;Bout fo' niggaz and fo' hoes, it ain't gon be nobody losin&lt;br /&gt;but they choosin&lt;br /&gt;Better get in where you fit in cause it's crucial&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin to cut bout two of them girls&lt;br /&gt;cause that just what I'm used to&lt;br /&gt;I mean that, the first that look my way&lt;br /&gt;just gon' get splack packed&lt;br /&gt;To the front to the back there's Cognac&lt;br /&gt;Got my throat, burnin like burlap&lt;br /&gt;Everybody cheezin, knowin these hoes gon' cut like pleasers&lt;br /&gt;These hookers they praisin my crew&lt;br /&gt;like Reverend Hodo be praisin Jesus&lt;br /&gt;The easiest was the meanest, but the skeezer was a beanie&lt;br /&gt;she thought we was some motherfuckin genies&lt;br /&gt;So I checked her, like the king I am, no disrespect intended&lt;br /&gt;Told her, and her silly friends,&lt;br /&gt;"Get out" before they got offended&lt;br /&gt;To the Laquinta we went, layin them hoes down&lt;br /&gt;on the freestyle tip, geyeah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mamacita, papadonna [8X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Permecito, senorita, mamacita&lt;br /&gt;Mira mira, what's your name? Maria&lt;br /&gt;Same as mi tia, de Colombia&lt;br /&gt;I don't, in Atlanta, Georgia&lt;br /&gt;And you don't think I got nuttin for ya?&lt;br /&gt;You must be crazy&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here tryin to feed my baby&lt;br /&gt;Lil Bre, can't you see? Sheeyit&lt;br /&gt;Do it one more time, sheeyit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110866553867319932?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110866553867319932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110866553867319932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/outkast-mamacita.html' title='Outkast - Mamacita'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110861447401281141</id><published>2005-02-16T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T20:27:54.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DMX - My Life</title><content type='html'>[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky (DMX)]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all (Growl)...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;Earl Simmons, AKA The Dawg (what!), gettin down for real and goin hard&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky (DMX)]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all (Growl)...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;This is my life and ima live how i wanna live it motherfuckers wanna fuckin come and get it&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;Shake it out yo, gimme at leats three feet and end up stinkin and leakin in the street (what!)&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be able to teach to blood (uh!), wanna be able to sit down and eat wit you cuh (uh!)&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;I go through what i go through so you don't have to you should be glad to have the worst stat sheet (whoo)&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky (DMX)]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all, (yeah), goin on....in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;It is my dreams (uh), my fears (uh), my words (uh), that constantly (uh) fall on (uh) deaf ears (uh) (what!)&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;Fogive me farther for i have sinned (yeah!), cleanse my soul i'm ready to win lets begin&lt;br /&gt;(please!)&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;Please give me the strength to rebuke the devil, give me the speech so the word is heard at all levels (aight!)&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all...goin on...in my life&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;.................Uh&lt;br /&gt;[Chinky (DMX)]&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all (Cause its all),goin on (Whats goin on), in my life (This is my life, This is my life)&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all (Cause its all)....(Whats goin on), in my life (in my life.....This is my life)&lt;br /&gt;Cause its all in my life, whoo in my life (This is my life), Yeah (This is my life), whooo&lt;br /&gt;(This life of mine)&lt;br /&gt;(Livin this life of mine) In my life (AAaaaaHHhhhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;[DMX]&lt;br /&gt;Uh.....Yeah......Thats whats up baby......aint nothin fake about this.....this my&lt;br /&gt;motherfuckin life&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110861447401281141?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110861447401281141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110861447401281141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/dmx-my-life.html' title='DMX - My Life'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110846408832805420</id><published>2005-02-15T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T02:41:28.333-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R. Kelly - I wish (remix)</title><content type='html'>Yo', what up, my n****&lt;br /&gt;You know I was in the hood&lt;br /&gt;I just thought I'd stop by&lt;br /&gt;Holler at you for a minute&lt;br /&gt;Pour out a little liquor or some'in'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together&lt;br /&gt;From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever&lt;br /&gt;And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of s*** to&lt;br /&gt;tell you&lt;br /&gt;Things I should've said way back when we was younger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember when we used to roll hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man&lt;br /&gt;And remember when you and me would say&lt;br /&gt;We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all good now (My n****)&lt;br /&gt;We out the hood now (Mmm)&lt;br /&gt;We had the same ideas, but not the same careers&lt;br /&gt;We shared the same old laugh, and now the same tears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni&lt;br /&gt;My n**** and never placed no b**** before me&lt;br /&gt;Man, I sear to God I love for that s***&lt;br /&gt;Why'd you have to get hit&lt;br /&gt;Where was I, what time was it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were supposed to get older with me&lt;br /&gt;On stage, hands on shoulders with me&lt;br /&gt;Coppin' them Range Rovers with me&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if it wasn't for the will that God had made&lt;br /&gt;I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessy&lt;br /&gt;Just thinkin' about how much you meant to me (My n***)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when you're gone you will always be my n****&lt;br /&gt;When you went home I'm still missin' you, my n****&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my n****&lt;br /&gt;I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my n****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some times my nights can get long, my n****&lt;br /&gt;Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n****&lt;br /&gt;So I had to write a song, my n****&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know that you're still my n****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little son is lookin' at me like, "Where is my daddy?"&lt;br /&gt;And your 13-year old daughter is mad ¡Rcause she&lt;br /&gt;understands&lt;br /&gt;Promised your mama I'd take care of the family&lt;br /&gt;But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I wish your a** was here, my n****&lt;br /&gt;To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n****&lt;br /&gt;And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game&lt;br /&gt;And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(We used to ride-ride-ride)&lt;br /&gt;Never afraid to (Die-die-die)&lt;br /&gt;But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)&lt;br /&gt;Askin' the Lord (Why-why-why)&lt;br /&gt;They're tearin' down these projects&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were homies for like 20 thug years&lt;br /&gt;Sat in church and cried the same thug tears&lt;br /&gt;You remember when Vibe World Premier&lt;br /&gt;How we used to share the same old gear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And remember when you and me would say&lt;br /&gt;We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's all good now) My n****&lt;br /&gt;We out the hood now&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"&lt;br /&gt;When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone&lt;br /&gt;Nevertheless I try my best to be strong&lt;br /&gt;Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze&lt;br /&gt;We'd slapbox dead in the middle of streets&lt;br /&gt;And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me&lt;br /&gt;You're all I have left of these ghetto memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you&lt;br /&gt;We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols&lt;br /&gt;I miss you most&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' the doo rag over your bean head&lt;br /&gt;Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)&lt;br /&gt;Comin' up off the fiends for bags&lt;br /&gt;Runnin' up out the cleaners, drag&lt;br /&gt;You was the closest n**** I had&lt;br /&gt;Look how we stayed aces&lt;br /&gt;Hustled, made big faces&lt;br /&gt;I wish we could trade places&lt;br /&gt;F*** givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life&lt;br /&gt;And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh,&lt;br /&gt;yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what the deal, my n****, I know you holdin' it down&lt;br /&gt;If you could see me you would say I'm talkin' soft&lt;br /&gt;right now&lt;br /&gt;But it's hard for me to see when I'mma see you again&lt;br /&gt;And I know it's f***ed up, I gotta talk through this&lt;br /&gt;pen&lt;br /&gt;But you'd died for the love of the dough&lt;br /&gt;The love of the block, 16 you was runnin' the spot&lt;br /&gt;Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb&lt;br /&gt;Hangin' with wild thug n****s, smokin' the herb (Mmm,&lt;br /&gt;hmm, hmm)&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word&lt;br /&gt;This here is for n****s that be flippin' them birds&lt;br /&gt;(Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Word up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you know you will always be my n****&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're gone you will also be my n****&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my n****&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm feelin' like time&lt;br /&gt;I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, please don't take the&lt;br /&gt;n**** out this song&lt;br /&gt;Let it play on, go on, on&lt;br /&gt;So I had to write this song, my n****&lt;br /&gt;Just to let you know that you're still my n****&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Kelly - I wish (remix)'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110828868524157161</id><published>2005-02-13T01:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T01:58:05.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twista - Dreams</title><content type='html'>[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Hey lover, am I the only one&lt;br /&gt;Or are you selling your baby a dream&lt;br /&gt;(Am I who you thinkin' of, who you thinkin' of)&lt;br /&gt;Hey lover boy, am I the only one&lt;br /&gt;Or are you selling your baby a dream&lt;br /&gt;(Am I a sucker for love, a sucker for love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mayz]&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm trippin' 'cause I never really felt like this&lt;br /&gt;To me women used to be only fuck boxes&lt;br /&gt;But it's like with you I cherish every kiss&lt;br /&gt;I know it's a risk but you make me wanna come clean&lt;br /&gt;I wanna make you my queen&lt;br /&gt;Put you in a crib and give you plenty green&lt;br /&gt;To help you fulfill all your childhood dreams&lt;br /&gt;Only for your love I fiend&lt;br /&gt;'Cause the way you put it on me make me wanna scream&lt;br /&gt;And fuck you in places you ain't never seen&lt;br /&gt;Like a private boat as we float down stream&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I already know you done heard this before&lt;br /&gt;But the way you make me feel is real&lt;br /&gt;Playas don't love no hoes but stayin' true like you do&lt;br /&gt;Got me head over heals, so tell me what's the deal, baby&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you lookin' too fine to not be mine&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gon' never be satisfied&lt;br /&gt;Unless you're on my side to the end of time&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you think I'm lying&lt;br /&gt;But I swear to you girl this ain't no scheme&lt;br /&gt;You stay on my mind, even in my sleep&lt;br /&gt;You keep a nigga havin' wet dreams, on the real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Liffy Stokes]&lt;br /&gt;From the first time I met ya, you was on my mind all night&lt;br /&gt;A Maybelene queen with a body too tight&lt;br /&gt;Wearin' black and white and some brand new Mike's&lt;br /&gt;Draped in ice, attitude nice&lt;br /&gt;You the type of woman that I need in my life&lt;br /&gt;To add a little spice, cookin' nigga steak and rice&lt;br /&gt;I can see us one day man and wife&lt;br /&gt;Walkin' down the aisle, havin' our first child&lt;br /&gt;Plus our marriage worth while&lt;br /&gt;With a brand new lifestyle, I could walk that mile&lt;br /&gt;But baby I need you right now&lt;br /&gt;In my arms caressin' me&lt;br /&gt;I can see your eyes undressing me&lt;br /&gt;Girl it's destiny and love is the recipe&lt;br /&gt;But this way's got the best of me&lt;br /&gt;On everything, I can guarantee you better things&lt;br /&gt;If you just get rid of "what's his name"&lt;br /&gt;And let me in your world&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you, baby, that my love is real and not a game&lt;br /&gt;So can a brother come through&lt;br /&gt;So I can show you, boo, just exactly what I mean&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter if you fuck me tonight or next month&lt;br /&gt;Babe, only time can reveal a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Twista]&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'll drink your bath water about a pint&lt;br /&gt;Think I'm ever gon' give your love away, uh-uh&lt;br /&gt;I ain't sayin' you never lovin' another nice stud but shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm cravin' you every night and we just met on a night&lt;br /&gt;But it seems like I've been knowin' you all my life&lt;br /&gt;Ain't it funny how you be thinkin' you never be true enough, but you the one&lt;br /&gt;A helpless seeks succumb, lovin' you more than everything&lt;br /&gt;But my dollars, ready to smok a sticky up through the lungs&lt;br /&gt;I can see you havin' my sons, screamin' your name on my next tape deck&lt;br /&gt;In the city, no hear my pretty go&lt;br /&gt;Quick to break a 54, put you on my video&lt;br /&gt;Young and witty hoe, the only thing I'm feelin' pity for&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I was frontin' on&lt;br /&gt;But I don't see nothin' wrong, sprung or gone&lt;br /&gt;My every heartbeat's weaker, follow the leader&lt;br /&gt;I promise I won't hurt you baby&lt;br /&gt;Don't feel the heatseaker 'cause we gon' be smokin' on sweet cheeba&lt;br /&gt;Take my boo to the mall and go shopping until we fall&lt;br /&gt;Get you the finest things like diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;Even though my mind is strain, I'm tryin' to change&lt;br /&gt;How we fuck and kiss and the hugging make me bind the pain&lt;br /&gt;No lying, no game, you gon' give me some, hey now, we freakin' up in the cut&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I just sold you a dream hoe, like a girl did to my homie&lt;br /&gt;Your house was spittin' and we fuckin' the uh&lt;br /&gt;A sucker for love, a sucker for love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Conversation Between 2 Girls]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110828868524157161?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110828868524157161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110828868524157161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/twista-dreams.html' title='Twista - Dreams'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110817250950541318</id><published>2005-02-11T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T17:41:49.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twista - Kill us all</title><content type='html'>I feel like, I feel like standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters,&lt;br /&gt;Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, hit the switch, making sure any mother fucka in tha vicinity&lt;br /&gt;Blow away and die,&lt;br /&gt;Kill'em off with an explosion&lt;br /&gt;Get up bitches,&lt;br /&gt;Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb,&lt;br /&gt;Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body&lt;br /&gt;While you decompose Die with a blunt of dro in yo hand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm uppin the itchy fo fuckin wit Twista&lt;br /&gt;If you fuckin wit me come bet fifty cause it wont&lt;br /&gt;Be an issue-Got some nuts to come get me&lt;br /&gt;Then boy you gone get the picture put the flame in my&lt;br /&gt;Swisher Then hollows penetrate thru yo tissue&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yo fit up wit yo blood as I hear the cries&lt;br /&gt;Of yo homies screamin revenge&lt;br /&gt;Got no mercy on them either go to war wit the&lt;br /&gt;Intentions to annialate everything you stand for&lt;br /&gt;Wit the death of myself cause I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who&lt;br /&gt;Cometh after the Christ next 1 to glisten after ice&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice&lt;br /&gt;I'll murder you and come at you again in the after life&lt;br /&gt;My brother you cant bring harm wit guns I'm&lt;br /&gt;Armed wit bombs fuck all that shit you carry I got&lt;br /&gt;Yo obituary a muthafuckin phenomenon-cause I'mma come&lt;br /&gt;Till they put all of us in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna&lt;br /&gt;Fuck wit&lt;br /&gt;(kill'em all [3x])&lt;br /&gt;Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us&lt;br /&gt;Sucide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch&lt;br /&gt;Kill us all [3x]&lt;br /&gt;Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2nd verse Twista]&lt;br /&gt;Go to war like I'm untochable yellin out bloody murder&lt;br /&gt;While I'm bustin you 2 deadly fingers squeezing twin&lt;br /&gt;Triggers steady touchin you screamin like a demon&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm finger fuckin you&lt;br /&gt;Just put my body in a room wit the enemy and I got&lt;br /&gt;A grenade I'mma pull the pin out the sum bitch&lt;br /&gt;Pop 17 sins out the gun clip smoking dro so fire&lt;br /&gt;I was on 10 after 1 bligg&lt;br /&gt;Nigga you have now entered the chainsaw massacre&lt;br /&gt;Takin more blood than a 2000 dracula slip the clip in the&lt;br /&gt;Automatic and get to bustin horrific hollows while you&lt;br /&gt;Prayin to jesus of Nazarus&lt;br /&gt;A 7 day theory like makaveli flowin on a track that's&lt;br /&gt;Scary wit a Mack in the back of the pelle&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular how could you dare me I'm already willing to die&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin back after they bury me&lt;br /&gt;Its time for yo confessions I be the priest&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and salute the sign of a suicidal soldier&lt;br /&gt;Better become a bible holder as I start to massacre&lt;br /&gt;Men with a verbal recital that's colder&lt;br /&gt;Deaths coming closer as you let kamikazi&lt;br /&gt;Enter yo body careful or you die standin vertical&lt;br /&gt;And anyone that opposes I swear to God I'mma get you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I gotta murder me to murder you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 2X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110817250950541318?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110817250950541318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110817250950541318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/twista-kill-us-all_11.html' title='Twista - Kill us all'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110809331247707257</id><published>2005-02-10T19:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T19:41:52.480-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mystikal - Still Smoking</title><content type='html'>"Still Smokin'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still Smokin Bud, Still Smokin Weed&lt;br /&gt;King Edward, Philly Blunt, Swisha, keep groovin, Tampa Sweet, good ol&lt;br /&gt;Optimo, easy water, joker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My lips get black and my fingertips burn and my eyes half way open&lt;br /&gt;Cough Cough and I'm chokin&lt;br /&gt;But bitch I'm Still Smokin!&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be puffin this like I ain't be worryin bout nothin&lt;br /&gt;If you gonna get the cigar&lt;br /&gt;Nigga I'll do the stuffin&lt;br /&gt;I roll em swoll like broken arms&lt;br /&gt;But I sure hate when they come around this bitch I don't know talkin bout&lt;br /&gt;What chall smokin on cause&lt;br /&gt;Niggas like that we call em Hoovers&lt;br /&gt;They try to get cool with ya&lt;br /&gt;To smoke your weed up&lt;br /&gt;Is what they do ya&lt;br /&gt;Puff Puff Puff Puff Godammit!&lt;br /&gt;Nigga you ain't chip in no shit here&lt;br /&gt;Bitch What's Happenin!&lt;br /&gt;But if you did then its good and it goin down&lt;br /&gt;Get rid of them nickels and them dimes&lt;br /&gt;Bitch we throwin pounds!&lt;br /&gt;Tenth thru 11th to the 12th ward bound&lt;br /&gt;But P said one of my niggas I heard somebody say&lt;br /&gt;One Time!&lt;br /&gt;But I paid it no mind and I kept rollin&lt;br /&gt;But that was the Po Pos&lt;br /&gt;I gotta get rid of this fat ass Optimo that I'm holdin&lt;br /&gt;Excellerate and I made that left on line center&lt;br /&gt;I hit that bitch one more time&lt;br /&gt;Then threw it out the window&lt;br /&gt;Young niggas in a big white truck&lt;br /&gt;You know whats up&lt;br /&gt;They're lookin to catch you fuckin up&lt;br /&gt;It just so happened that I was hot&lt;br /&gt;They looked in the back on the floor&lt;br /&gt;And the silver canon and they found the pot&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that I got popped&lt;br /&gt;It took me 2 hours and 1500 dollars&lt;br /&gt;To get unlocked&lt;br /&gt;Straight from jail to the weed spot&lt;br /&gt;Shit I took that as a minor setback&lt;br /&gt;Hell no I ain't stop!&lt;br /&gt;And I'm&lt;br /&gt;Still smokin bud&lt;br /&gt;Still smokin weed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110809331247707257?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110809331247707257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110809331247707257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/mystikal-still-smoking.html' title='Mystikal - Still Smoking'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110802537594392646</id><published>2005-02-10T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:49:35.943-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Enrique Iglesias - Hero</title><content type='html'>"Hero"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you dance&lt;br /&gt;if I asked you to dance?&lt;br /&gt;Would you run&lt;br /&gt;and never look back?&lt;br /&gt;Would you cry&lt;br /&gt;if you saw me cry?&lt;br /&gt;And would you save my soul, tonight?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you tremble&lt;br /&gt;if I touched your lips?&lt;br /&gt;Would you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Oh please tell me this.&lt;br /&gt;Now would you die&lt;br /&gt;for the one you loved?&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your arms, tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you swear&lt;br /&gt;that you'll always be mine?&lt;br /&gt;Or would you lie?&lt;br /&gt;would you run and hide?&lt;br /&gt;Am I in too deep?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;You're here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by you forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I just want to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hold you.&lt;br /&gt;Am I in too deep?&lt;br /&gt;Have I lost my mind?&lt;br /&gt;I don't care...&lt;br /&gt;You're here tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero, baby.&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;I will stand by your forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero.&lt;br /&gt;I can kiss away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;And I will stand by you forever.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;You can take my breath away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be your hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110802537594392646?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110802537594392646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110802537594392646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/enrique-iglesias-hero.html' title='Enrique Iglesias - Hero'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110792411519506861</id><published>2005-02-08T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T20:41:55.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>G-Unit - Gangsta Shit</title><content type='html'>Yeah, niggas talking all that gangsta shit&lt;br /&gt;Acting like my money ain't no good in the hood, you know what I mean?&lt;br /&gt;Fucking head blown off nigga, you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;They, they talking that&lt;br /&gt;That gangsta shit&lt;br /&gt;They ain't about that&lt;br /&gt;Man, matter of fact&lt;br /&gt;Hand me my strap&lt;br /&gt;Show me where they at&lt;br /&gt;I'll stop 'em from talking like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[50 Cent]&lt;br /&gt;I'm the topic in every barbershop and beauty salon&lt;br /&gt;Cause these other niggas that rap ain't on the shit that I'm on&lt;br /&gt;Cause 50 this, 50 that, 50 stay with a gat&lt;br /&gt;Thirty-two shots in the clip, hollow tips in the Mack&lt;br /&gt;But when I come through, shh... the talking stop&lt;br /&gt;My money long now, I can make the Pope get shot&lt;br /&gt;Now, we can blow an hour talking bout the stones I rock&lt;br /&gt;All the hoes I got, cause he stunts in the drop&lt;br /&gt;Now, naw, you love the kids, 50 on that killa shit&lt;br /&gt;That been mobbed the bad man, bitchy as guerilla shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm marking my music like diesel on the block&lt;br /&gt;So if you with me you gon' eat and you gon' starve if you not&lt;br /&gt;Weed smokers love me like they love Buddha&lt;br /&gt;I'll send your kids through the shooter, Crip niggas love me like they love Hoova&lt;br /&gt;They tell me see careful good, cause niggas wanna see like you&lt;br /&gt;They ain't used to a G like you, BLAM!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Young Buck]&lt;br /&gt;You think you a killer but we gon just pay 'em a visit&lt;br /&gt;Put the potato in the barrel so nobody hear it&lt;br /&gt;I keep a holster on my shoulder like I'm John Wayne&lt;br /&gt;Shooting these niggas lights out like Lebron James&lt;br /&gt;Holla my name, gimme a reason to see you bleeding&lt;br /&gt;After you feel these hollow tips, nigga, then we eating&lt;br /&gt;Full of anger until there's no more bullets in the chamber&lt;br /&gt;Ain't nothing like when you get popped and don't know who to blame-a&lt;br /&gt;Nigga told me, "Do your dirt all by your lonely"&lt;br /&gt;So I go hit them niggas 'fore 50 couldn't even hold me&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting, anticipating to put a nigga under&lt;br /&gt;Smoking like we some Jamaicans fucking with this ganja&lt;br /&gt;Ride with no hesitation, retaliation is a must&lt;br /&gt;Bad as I want to, some shit I just don't discuss&lt;br /&gt;So point him out and watch how I knock him off&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you bitches go, I got a nigga watching ya'll, motherfuckers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lloyd Banks]&lt;br /&gt;Come on, nigga, I ain't here to make no friends, just cut the checks&lt;br /&gt;I got a long pump that'll put your stupid ass up in steps&lt;br /&gt;Begging niggas don't understand though&lt;br /&gt;Probably cause my hand glow when I'm anticipating the lambo&lt;br /&gt;Lean out my bucket for niggas thinking they Rambo&lt;br /&gt;You get one warning so I suggest you let your man know&lt;br /&gt;These rap niggas portray to be tough, nobody acting soft&lt;br /&gt;'Til they laid out in the hospital, eating applesauce&lt;br /&gt;Usually for yapping off and turn apologetic&lt;br /&gt;Waving a white flag, the danger they might have&lt;br /&gt;My niggas buying so much ammo&lt;br /&gt;If you reach in the couch for loose change, you'll probably feel on the handle&lt;br /&gt;Holding sixteens to get your bandages and broke bones&lt;br /&gt;So I suggest you get alarm systems in both homes&lt;br /&gt;There's only one team on top, we number one with a glock&lt;br /&gt;Fuck around and get your dumb ass SHOT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110792411519506861?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110792411519506861'/><link 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then the two&lt;br /&gt;Two and then the three&lt;br /&gt;Three and then the four&lt;br /&gt;Then you gotta BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;Then you gotta (gasp)&lt;br /&gt;Then you gotta (gasp)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook I]&lt;br /&gt;Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too&lt;br /&gt;Some shoes, gotta be 20 man&lt;br /&gt;It's not even funny they can't BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;The choke holds too tight&lt;br /&gt;The left looks too right&lt;br /&gt;You know what? You right&lt;br /&gt;These bitches can't BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook II]&lt;br /&gt;Look look, they hearts racin'&lt;br /&gt;They start chasin'&lt;br /&gt;But I'm so fast when I blow past&lt;br /&gt;That they can't BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;In the presence of the man&lt;br /&gt;Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man&lt;br /&gt;You betta BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You niggaz can't share my air&lt;br /&gt;Or walk a mile in the pair I wear&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gettin better year by year&lt;br /&gt;Like they say Wine do&lt;br /&gt;Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through&lt;br /&gt;And I pace myself&lt;br /&gt;I know these money hungry bitches wanna taste my wealth&lt;br /&gt;But I keep em' on a diet&lt;br /&gt;Embrace they health&lt;br /&gt;Or either keep em' on a quiet&lt;br /&gt;And space myself&lt;br /&gt;And just take a deep breath&lt;br /&gt;I got em' grabbin' they chest&lt;br /&gt;Cuz it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best&lt;br /&gt;And they in they worst&lt;br /&gt;They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't just layin a verse&lt;br /&gt;I'm sayin the facts&lt;br /&gt;I came back with some sicka stones&lt;br /&gt;That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone&lt;br /&gt;Every chick I bone&lt;br /&gt;Can't leave the dick alone&lt;br /&gt;So I know&lt;br /&gt;It's one of them everytime I flip my phone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HOOK I]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HOOK II]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see em on the block when I passes&lt;br /&gt;Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es&lt;br /&gt;I make it hard to BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;But I keep the glocks in the stashes&lt;br /&gt;Cuz the cops wanna lock and harass us&lt;br /&gt;And make it hard to BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;They has to react&lt;br /&gt;Like havin' a asthma attack&lt;br /&gt;When they see the plasma in back&lt;br /&gt;You dudes are wheezin' behind me&lt;br /&gt;My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90&lt;br /&gt;That's the reason they signed me&lt;br /&gt;It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts&lt;br /&gt;Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut&lt;br /&gt;How I address the haters and under estimaters&lt;br /&gt;And ride up on them like they escalators&lt;br /&gt;They shook up and hooked up to respirators&lt;br /&gt;On they last breath talking to investigators&lt;br /&gt;I'm a breath of fresh air&lt;br /&gt;And a fresh pair&lt;br /&gt;Face it boo and do it till your face get blue&lt;br /&gt;And then BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HOOK I]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HOOK II]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the crew walk in it&lt;br /&gt;Pop a few corks in it&lt;br /&gt;As quick as a tick in a New York minute&lt;br /&gt;Catch a breath, fore u catch a left&lt;br /&gt;Even worse, catch a Tef&lt;br /&gt;Only way u catch a F&lt;br /&gt;To the A-B, its in the maybe&lt;br /&gt;Rollin with my baby&lt;br /&gt;Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+&lt;br /&gt;I rhyme slick on ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya&lt;br /&gt;What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?&lt;br /&gt;While you inhale the weed&lt;br /&gt;And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed&lt;br /&gt;And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe&lt;br /&gt;Like a doctor with a stethoscope&lt;br /&gt;I don't see no fuckin hope&lt;br /&gt;Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Brooklyn gotta&lt;br /&gt;Uptown gotta&lt;br /&gt;the Bronx gotta&lt;br /&gt;Queens gotta&lt;br /&gt;Staten Isle gotta&lt;br /&gt;You niggas gotta&lt;br /&gt;You bitches gotta&lt;br /&gt;Everybody BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One and then the two&lt;br /&gt;Two and then the three&lt;br /&gt;Three and then the four&lt;br /&gt;Then you gotta.. BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;Then you gotta..&lt;br /&gt;Then you gotta..&lt;br /&gt;BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;Oh* BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;Oh* BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;Oh* BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;BREATHE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110780843635701618?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110780843635701618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110780843635701618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/fabolous-breathe.html' title='Fabolous - Breathe'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110739215057269097</id><published>2005-02-02T16:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T16:56:00.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twista - kill us all</title><content type='html'>[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I feel like, I feel like standing in the midst of a hundred thousand haters,&lt;br /&gt;Dynamite and C-4 strapped around the waist bloody tears&lt;br /&gt;In my eyes, hit the switch, making sure any mother fucka in tha vicinity&lt;br /&gt;Blow away and die,&lt;br /&gt;Kill'em off with an explosion&lt;br /&gt;Get up bitches,&lt;br /&gt;Kamikaze on you hoes I'm the sacrificial lamb,&lt;br /&gt;Feelin the fury flow out of every follicle in my body&lt;br /&gt;While you decompose Die with a blunt of dro in yo hand,&lt;br /&gt;I'm uppin the itchy fo fuckin wit Twista&lt;br /&gt;If you fuckin wit me come bet fifty cause it wont&lt;br /&gt;Be an issue-Got some nuts to come get me&lt;br /&gt;Then boy you gone get the picture put the flame in my&lt;br /&gt;Swisher Then hollows penetrate thru yo tissue&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yo fit up wit yo blood as I hear the cries&lt;br /&gt;Of yo homies screamin revenge&lt;br /&gt;Got no mercy on them either go to war wit the&lt;br /&gt;Intentions to annialate everything you stand for&lt;br /&gt;Wit the death of myself cause I'm a believer&lt;br /&gt;The blessings of sacrifice the messenger who&lt;br /&gt;Cometh after the Christ next 1 to glisten after ice&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin wit me is a bigger gamble then a pack of dice&lt;br /&gt;I'll murder you and come at you again in the after life&lt;br /&gt;My brother you cant bring harm wit guns I'm&lt;br /&gt;Armed wit bombs fuck all that shit you carry I got&lt;br /&gt;Yo obituary a muthafuckin phenomenon-cause I'mma come&lt;br /&gt;Till they put all of us in a cemetery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 2x]&lt;br /&gt;Now come and look into the mind of a man you don't really wanna&lt;br /&gt;Fuck wit&lt;br /&gt;(kill'em all [3x])&lt;br /&gt;Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us&lt;br /&gt;Sucide on you hoes if I have to, to make you die bitch&lt;br /&gt;Kill us all [3x]&lt;br /&gt;Looking death between the eyes and no one can save us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2nd verse Twista]&lt;br /&gt;Go to war like I'm untochable yellin out bloody murder&lt;br /&gt;While I'm bustin you 2 deadly fingers squeezing twin&lt;br /&gt;Triggers steady touchin you screamin like a demon&lt;br /&gt;Like I'm finger fuckin you&lt;br /&gt;Just put my body in a room wit the enemy and I got&lt;br /&gt;A grenade I'mma pull the pin out the sum bitch&lt;br /&gt;Pop 17 sins out the gun clip smoking dro so fire&lt;br /&gt;I was on 10 after 1 bligg&lt;br /&gt;Nigga you have now entered the chainsaw massacre&lt;br /&gt;Takin more blood than a 2000 dracula slip the clip in the&lt;br /&gt;Automatic and get to bustin horrific hollows while you&lt;br /&gt;Prayin to jesus of Nazarus&lt;br /&gt;A 7 day theory like makaveli flowin on a track that's&lt;br /&gt;Scary wit a Mack in the back of the pelle&lt;br /&gt;Spectacular how could you dare me I'm already willing to die&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin back after they bury me&lt;br /&gt;Its time for yo confessions I be the priest&lt;br /&gt;Celebrate and salute the sign of a suicidal soldier&lt;br /&gt;Better become a bible holder as I start to massacre&lt;br /&gt;Men with a verbal recital that's colder&lt;br /&gt;Deaths coming closer as you let kamikazi&lt;br /&gt;Enter yo body careful or you die standin vertical&lt;br /&gt;And anyone that opposes I swear to God I'mma get you&lt;br /&gt;Even if I gotta murder me to murder you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[CHORUS 2X]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110739215057269097?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110739215057269097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110739215057269097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/twista-kill-us-all.html' title='Twista - kill us all'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110729335478374005</id><published>2005-02-01T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T13:29:14.783-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ma$e - Breath Stretch Shake</title><content type='html'>[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;Uh&lt;br /&gt;This is what I sound like after 5 years&lt;br /&gt;(You back kid)&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel I still got the floor&lt;br /&gt;(You back kid, Bad Boy for real, Let's go)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;Before 99 I was born again&lt;br /&gt;5 years later and I'm on again&lt;br /&gt;Man I think I'm born to win&lt;br /&gt;Mase broke, that's a oxy moron&lt;br /&gt;Forget a bus, I bought a drop to tour on&lt;br /&gt;G-4's What I soar on, uh&lt;br /&gt;You thinkin I ain't hot you so wrong&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the prolong&lt;br /&gt;But now life goes on&lt;br /&gt;Long list of hits and it goes on&lt;br /&gt;I wake up, and I don't even feel like a star&lt;br /&gt;And man I'm getting a million a bar&lt;br /&gt;Indeed I need not take no lie&lt;br /&gt;Man, ya'll gone make me cry&lt;br /&gt;It's kinda eerie when you hear me&lt;br /&gt;Ya hairs stand up&lt;br /&gt;Been a change of plan&lt;br /&gt;Rip your old plan up&lt;br /&gt;Instead of hatin&lt;br /&gt;Help me lift the big man up (As we proceed...come on....yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;(Betha I love this one...endeavor, for real, Bad Boy)&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;Some days I make thousands&lt;br /&gt;Some days I make millions&lt;br /&gt;Spend my day chillin&lt;br /&gt;Coupe's with suede ceilings&lt;br /&gt;Everybody out there wanna know what Mase got&lt;br /&gt;Way hot gray drop Maybach gray yacht (Whoooo)&lt;br /&gt;And that's just the way it be&lt;br /&gt;Favor, people wanna pay for me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm in Mr. Chows, they waive the fee&lt;br /&gt;And I don't chase money man&lt;br /&gt;Money chase me&lt;br /&gt;I give my wife things that she dream and more&lt;br /&gt;I give a little bit, and she fiend for more (lets go)&lt;br /&gt;I'm back like Moses to bring the law (Come on)&lt;br /&gt;Brand new saint Mase in mean velour&lt;br /&gt;I had bling before you ever seen the tour&lt;br /&gt;Fans from Iran and Singapore&lt;br /&gt;And grown men beg me to bring them on tour&lt;br /&gt;Even if it mean they gotta sleep on the floor (Let's Go!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin' (This for real, Bad Boy)&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;I used to be the guy stood next to Diddy&lt;br /&gt;Crucified for bringin sex in the city&lt;br /&gt;Even though the girls think I'm extra pretty&lt;br /&gt;How I know? I ain't got no extra wit me, oh&lt;br /&gt;With the fist tight flow&lt;br /&gt;Wit a wrist like whoa&lt;br /&gt;What if this might blow&lt;br /&gt;Aint no if I...Know&lt;br /&gt;I'm the man to plan the way&lt;br /&gt;This ain't my life&lt;br /&gt;I've become a saved (Say what)&lt;br /&gt;Put up a good fight&lt;br /&gt;Like its mandalay&lt;br /&gt;Hate the game, but it made a man of me&lt;br /&gt;Gone for a while, its like I ran away&lt;br /&gt;God tI'me now, and I don't plan to play&lt;br /&gt;I'm only here for the one thing you lack&lt;br /&gt;And make dj's scratch is he is he back&lt;br /&gt;Kids in the hood stutter it's a it's a fact&lt;br /&gt;It's the kid resurrected it's a it's a wrap&lt;br /&gt;(As we proceed, to give you what you need, he's back)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;Awake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (I wanna see yall out there)&lt;br /&gt;Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;(Let's work this, let's work now)&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;(Let's work, Turn the lights on somebody)&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (Let's work)&lt;br /&gt;Wake these people up and show them they keep dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;(hahahaha...I like this right here, I like this right here)&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go&lt;br /&gt;Breathe Stretch Shake, Let it Go (For real, Bad Boy)&lt;br /&gt;(AHHHH!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110729335478374005?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110729335478374005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110729335478374005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/02/mae-breath-stretch-shake.html' title='Ma$e - Breath Stretch Shake'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110686794370276595</id><published>2005-01-27T15:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T15:19:03.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - Da Blow Da Pills Da Yak</title><content type='html'>(gangsta blow) [9x]&lt;br /&gt;Da blow ...&lt;br /&gt;DA pills...&lt;br /&gt;Da yak...&lt;br /&gt;Da herb...&lt;br /&gt;DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow..DA blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gangsta Boo]&lt;br /&gt;DA dro,Da percs,Da ounce,Get Pushed!&lt;br /&gt;Get back,No halfs,No edge will give ya hash!,ill join ya 2,but do ya niggas smoke a blunt of&lt;br /&gt;this,you wanna smoke wit me dont bring no bullshit,da blue,thumpin,white spinners,tha green&lt;br /&gt;nickles,that red superman,that peach butter fire,that white rolex,you'll have those hoes hotter&lt;br /&gt;than a box of stolen chex,the snow,the white, yeah miami get crunk,when i see em in tha club they&lt;br /&gt;be sniffin up that skunk,homie 1 gee ya right, homie 2 gee ya right, hoimie 3 gee ya right,i aint&lt;br /&gt;ballin though tonight,if you wanna get cha lean,there aint nuttin but that yella,i done heard&lt;br /&gt;that in texas them niggas got whateva,gally gally of that henna (hennessy) mix it wit that crunk&lt;br /&gt;juice,we'll have a nigga spinnin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 5x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[unknown rapper]&lt;br /&gt;yeah i got that weed for the low&lt;br /&gt;those pills for tha low&lt;br /&gt;that blow for tha low&lt;br /&gt;young nigga you aint know,&lt;br /&gt;when i ride i roll high&lt;br /&gt;man an i aint tellin no lie,&lt;br /&gt;when this shit get in my brain,&lt;br /&gt;i drip the grain and fly by,&lt;br /&gt;say dawg you got that good up in tha hood we callin mint, right anoter thing we do is blow call&lt;br /&gt;it blew,we blow callin cocain, fuck head nah nigga,iv'e been on that bang bang hard bouncin front&lt;br /&gt;to back,watch me change the lane lane,cuz dont be talkin that shit,the shit that i get, you&lt;br /&gt;bitches cant get,the measure the A the north and the south,is on the ground,the under under&lt;br /&gt;ground ground smoked out,fulla green,fuck what cha heard bitch yeah im back up on tha scene,if&lt;br /&gt;you wanna get high,you should fuck wit gangsta boo,i be turnnin niggas out,watch how fast i turn&lt;br /&gt;you into a smoked out, loaked out,freaky motherfucker,on that exed out passed out,while i pout&lt;br /&gt;another on da...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus 5x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[unknown rapper]&lt;br /&gt;i been gettin in that work&lt;br /&gt;i got punds on this perc&lt;br /&gt;im a pimp bitch fuck you pull up your own skirt,skirt we dont give a fuck, 26's on the&lt;br /&gt;truck,fuck around till you show up,we gon tear this bitch up,i got x i got b i got anything you&lt;br /&gt;need,when you see me in tha street,just holla at me, through a dolla at me,bitch smile at me,this&lt;br /&gt;ya nigga lil bo from tha E.S.P&lt;br /&gt;See nigga i smoke everyday,im bout to light up sum hay,i got that shit that will put your mind&lt;br /&gt;up in the day,but i dont fuck wit tha blow,but i fuck wit sum hoes,that be freaky, x outta&lt;br /&gt;control,i remember back in tha day,wit aches in bones,when nigga was ridin in the city truck just&lt;br /&gt;to get to the dough,but we the best in this town,we'll settle ya down,nigga was slangnin bitches&lt;br /&gt;down,20 kilos a pound!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus (till end of song)]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110686794370276595?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110686794370276595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110686794370276595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/lil-jon-da-blow-da-pills-da-yak.html' title='Lil Jon - Da Blow Da Pills Da Yak'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110672071920992727</id><published>2005-01-25T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T22:25:19.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mase - Welcome Back</title><content type='html'>Welcome back, welcome back&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weclome back (Oh! Oh!)&lt;br /&gt;Yeah man, how you doin' (Come on, come on, come on)&lt;br /&gt;You good? I know you like that (Yeah you good, you doin' good)&lt;br /&gt;I know you like that (Oh!)&lt;br /&gt;How long you been back man?&lt;br /&gt;Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1: Ma$e]&lt;br /&gt;I see the girls in the club, they gettin' wild for me&lt;br /&gt;And all the pretty chicks all wanna smile at me&lt;br /&gt;These rap cats man they all got they style from me&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever seen them then they probably bow to me&lt;br /&gt;And when this beat - drop I know they gon' lean&lt;br /&gt;World debut, I know they gon' fiend&lt;br /&gt;Everything, Mississippi to the Palm Springs&lt;br /&gt;Girls from brunettes down to blonde queens&lt;br /&gt;These young boys don't know what a don mean&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a bad boy gone clean&lt;br /&gt;I'm the diamond chain choker, always remain sober&lt;br /&gt;Don't drink liquor and all the games over&lt;br /&gt;Need a plane, I explain it to my broker&lt;br /&gt;Three bots in the hood top down, it ain't nova (My homie)&lt;br /&gt;You know there's more man where that come from&lt;br /&gt;Me and Kunta Love rollin' back to back in one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;See the names have all changed since I been around&lt;br /&gt;But the game ain't the same since I left out&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you know we need ya, ooh you know we need ya&lt;br /&gt;Right here's where we need ya, right here's where we need ya&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back..&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Betha's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Harlem's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;You know you like that&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Betha's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;You know you like that&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Harlem's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2: Ma$e]&lt;br /&gt;See I rep the most high, still I'm the most fly&lt;br /&gt;I win so much, they wanna know who I'm coached by&lt;br /&gt;Everyday approached by chicks when I was on top&lt;br /&gt;Wanna give me sosa, but I'm like don't try&lt;br /&gt;I see the hisses and the disses when I go by&lt;br /&gt;But see the misses on my wristses when I float by&lt;br /&gt;Self control, and I can't tell you no lie&lt;br /&gt;Tryin' to find a soulmate, you end up being so tired&lt;br /&gt;I make my money man without the coca&lt;br /&gt;Livin' the vida without the loca&lt;br /&gt;I'm down south so they show me country love&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't even country thug&lt;br /&gt;The people give me daps and hugs, so it must be love&lt;br /&gt;And I love the country grub&lt;br /&gt;It feel good to hear people singing welcome back&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't even sellin' the track, cause I'm that Harlem cat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;br /&gt;See the names have all changed since I been around&lt;br /&gt;But the game ain't the same since I left out&lt;br /&gt;Ooh you know we need ya, ooh you know we need ya&lt;br /&gt;Right here's where we need ya, right here's where we need ya&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back..&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Betha's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Harlem's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;You know you like that&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Betha's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;You know you like that&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back, welcome back, Harlem's back (You know you like that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110672071920992727?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110672071920992727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110672071920992727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/mase-welcome-back.html' title='Mase - Welcome Back'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110663627725208189</id><published>2005-01-24T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T22:57:57.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eve - Love Is Blind</title><content type='html'>Hey, yo I don't even know you and I hate you&lt;br /&gt;See all I know is that my girlfriend used to date you&lt;br /&gt;How would you feel if she held you down and raped you?&lt;br /&gt;Tried and tried, but she never could escape you&lt;br /&gt;She was in love and I'd ask her how? I mean why?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love from a nigga would black your eye?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love from a nigga every night make you cry?&lt;br /&gt;What kind of love from a nigga make you wish he would die?&lt;br /&gt;I mean shit he bought you things and gave you diamond rings&lt;br /&gt;But them things wasn't worth none of the pain that he brings&lt;br /&gt;And you stayed, what made you fall for him?&lt;br /&gt;That nigga had the power to make you crawl for him&lt;br /&gt;I thought you was a doctor be on call for him&lt;br /&gt;Smacked you down cause he said you was too tall for him, huh?&lt;br /&gt;That wasn't love, babygirl you was dreamin'&lt;br /&gt;I could have killed you when you said your seed was growin' from his semen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1] - Love is blind, and it will take over your mind&lt;br /&gt;What you think is love, is truly not&lt;br /&gt;You need to elevate and find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know you and I'd kill you myself&lt;br /&gt;You played with her like a doll and put her back on the shelf&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't let her go to school and better herself&lt;br /&gt;She had a baby by your ass and you ain't giving no help&lt;br /&gt;Uh-huh big time hustler, snake motherfucker&lt;br /&gt;One's born everyday and everyday she was your sucker&lt;br /&gt;How could you beat the mother of your kids?&lt;br /&gt;How could you tell her that you love her?&lt;br /&gt;Don't give a fuck if she lives&lt;br /&gt;She told me she would leave you, I admit it she did&lt;br /&gt;But came back, made up a lie about you missing your kids&lt;br /&gt;Sweet kisses, baby ain't even know she was your mistress&lt;br /&gt;Had to deal with fist fights and phone calls from your bitches&lt;br /&gt;Floss like you possess her, tellin' me to mind my business&lt;br /&gt;Said that it was her life and stay the fuck out of it&lt;br /&gt;I tried and said just for him I'll keep a ready clip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1 (2x)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know you and I want you dead&lt;br /&gt;Don't know the facts but I saw the blood pour from her head&lt;br /&gt;See I laid down beside her in the hospital bed&lt;br /&gt;And about two hours later, doctors said she was dead&lt;br /&gt;Had the nerve to show up at her mother's house the next day&lt;br /&gt;To come and pay your respects and help the family pray&lt;br /&gt;Even knelt down on one knee and let a tear drop&lt;br /&gt;And before you had a chance to get up&lt;br /&gt;You heard my gun cock&lt;br /&gt;Prayin' to me now, I ain't God but I'll pretend&lt;br /&gt;I ain't start your life but nigga I'mma bring it to an end&lt;br /&gt;And I did, clear shots and no regrets, never&lt;br /&gt;Cops comin' lock me under the jail&lt;br /&gt;Nigga whatever my bitch, fuck it my sister&lt;br /&gt;You could never figure out even if I let you live&lt;br /&gt;What our love was all about&lt;br /&gt;I considered her my blood and it don't come no thicker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110663627725208189?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110663627725208189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110663627725208189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/eve-love-is-blind.html' title='Eve - Love Is Blind'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110655728442589599</id><published>2005-01-24T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-24T01:01:24.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Notorious B.I.G. - Notorious Thugs (Featuring Bone Thugs)</title><content type='html'>[Chorus: repeat 4X]&lt;br /&gt;It's Bone and Biggie, Biggie [repeat 8X]&lt;br /&gt;Let's Ride [repeat 3X]&lt;br /&gt;Get High [repeat 3X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse One: Biggie, BizzyBone,KrayzieBone]&lt;br /&gt;Armed and dangerous&lt;br /&gt;aint too many can bang with us&lt;br /&gt;straight up weed no angel&lt;br /&gt;dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas dat love to bust, its strange to us&lt;br /&gt;ya'll niggas be scramblin, gamblin&lt;br /&gt;up in restaurants with mandolins and&lt;br /&gt;violins. We just sittin' here tryin to win, try not to sin&lt;br /&gt;high off weed and&lt;br /&gt;lots of gin&lt;br /&gt;so much smoke need oxygen&lt;br /&gt;steadily countin' them Benjamins. Nigga&lt;br /&gt;u should too, if u knew, what this game'll do to u&lt;br /&gt;been in this shit since&lt;br /&gt;'92&lt;br /&gt;look at all the bullshit l been thru&lt;br /&gt;sure caught beef with u know&lt;br /&gt;who&lt;br /&gt;fuck a few female stars or two&lt;br /&gt;then a bluelight niggas knew like&lt;br /&gt;Mike-shiiit not to be fuck wit. Muthafucka betta duck quick..cuzz me and my&lt;br /&gt;dogs love to buck shit, fuck the luck shit strictly aim&lt;br /&gt;go operation just to&lt;br /&gt;kick da game. Spit yo' game, talk yo shit, grab yo gat, call your clicks,&lt;br /&gt;squeeze your clip and hit the right one&lt;br /&gt;pass dat weed l gotta light one&lt;br /&gt;all&lt;br /&gt;them niggas l gotta fight one&lt;br /&gt;all them hoes l gotta like one&lt;br /&gt;our situation is&lt;br /&gt;a tight one&lt;br /&gt;what u wanna do? fight or run? Seems to me dat you'll take thee,&lt;br /&gt;Bone and Big nigga die slowly&lt;br /&gt;l'ma tell u like a nigga told me, cash rule&lt;br /&gt;everything around me. Shiiit lyrically, niggas can't see me, fuck it, buy the&lt;br /&gt;coke, cook the coke, cut it, blow the bitch before u caught yourself lovin&lt;br /&gt;it--nigga wit a Benz fuckin it. Doesn't it seem odd to u&lt;br /&gt;Big comes thru wit&lt;br /&gt;mobs and crews&lt;br /&gt;Goodfellas down to da Mo' Thug dudes&lt;br /&gt;who's da killa? me or you?&lt;br /&gt;(We forgive you for you know not what you do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven A.M. woke in da mornin' wit henn and caffiene and green and nicotine&lt;br /&gt;no dough so pop a couple of dough, Lil' Rippsta..nigga mista clean, nigga&lt;br /&gt;deep--deep in my tumble and now to get, sentimentally steamed, wit&lt;br /&gt;my..instrumelody, and heated especially ball your team, and a 45 indeed will&lt;br /&gt;beam now between da scenes destroy your dreams, you willin to die we'll&lt;br /&gt;see&lt;br /&gt;how many faces when l cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo' Thugs tyrin to be&lt;br /&gt;perfect--disciples, when its survival told by the double edged sword triple,&lt;br /&gt;six rivals spittin' fire this da real truth bitch, breakin down for lies my&lt;br /&gt;messiah steady get ready for armogeddon shoot 6-5. lt's wild, bless da child,&lt;br /&gt;the one dat became a man&lt;br /&gt;put in positions out and we perve&lt;br /&gt;all that l had to&lt;br /&gt;do was stare. Test me now, contend never no surrender no pretend&lt;br /&gt;pick up my&lt;br /&gt;pen&lt;br /&gt;and my hemp&lt;br /&gt;all in my trust a friend, friend. Hey! open and lets see if&lt;br /&gt;ya' real, we all suited dig bout 4 in da mornin', maybe we aint marchin' we&lt;br /&gt;shootin', and then they recruitin' theirs they forgot..everyday in da ghetto,&lt;br /&gt;we start em' off endin with hit em' up out with a pen and pad hit me led now&lt;br /&gt;kick it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nigga roll wit Bone up into da dayz of ours, to the dome wit a shot or burn,&lt;br /&gt;never do toss on da curb/me feelin' da urge to sperve, when l'm broke as&lt;br /&gt;fucks and givin dat mossburg swerve. Up into my bag, cuz l gotta get my mask&lt;br /&gt;and shells--to put in this 12 guage sawed off, get em' all off, nigga yo'&lt;br /&gt;loss, take it all off, got a nigga caught doe. For the Bone and leatherface&lt;br /&gt;seemin' to thug in da cut--to let da mo' how many pullin aint nothin'--bitch&lt;br /&gt;if ya stick em' we buckin' em guns dats fucked up. Now lemme get down wit da&lt;br /&gt;crime, gotta go purchase a dime&lt;br /&gt;put in a state to get down for da&lt;br /&gt;crime&lt;br /&gt;smokin da reefa to ease my mind, swig some wine. Step on da block when&lt;br /&gt;da rocks what will l be servin' them dummies see&lt;br /&gt;gotta buck em' on down if he&lt;br /&gt;come back talkin like gimme back my money. Thuggin wit me killaz, need us a&lt;br /&gt;leader or lick up when niggas aint got shit&lt;br /&gt;with a sawed off pump chrome 38&lt;br /&gt;pistol now who ready to get bent. Nigga like me feenin' for them green&lt;br /&gt;leaves, but l aint had no dough&lt;br /&gt;gotta make some money so, l'm makin my dummy&lt;br /&gt;rocks if l go broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus 2X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Two: Layzie Bone]&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Lay hey comin in a form of scripture,finna get ya and hit&lt;br /&gt;magic&lt;br /&gt;droppin' down lick but l call on my gadgets, with a automatic status we&lt;br /&gt;spray time to load da glocks but l'm thinkin not, there's another he forced&lt;br /&gt;tellin me do what l gotta do&lt;br /&gt;so l up my pipe a nigga die tonight, and l'm&lt;br /&gt;alwayz waitin for da boys in blue.--Biggie boots on my ass now go'n right the&lt;br /&gt;cellular phone and call Bone what's happenin'&lt;br /&gt;grab a ten of real niggas start&lt;br /&gt;packin', cuz a muthafucka try to get me in a jackin' and l did em'. Hit em'&lt;br /&gt;right between the eyes da spot was wise wanna test a nigga's size and it cost&lt;br /&gt;em'&lt;br /&gt;nigga fuck around wit da wrong shit ya'll get mo' murdered all day, all&lt;br /&gt;day. We done paved da way and l'm on da run&lt;br /&gt;l'ma call my boys and bring all&lt;br /&gt;da guns&lt;br /&gt;ya'll niggas wanna have a lil' fun wit number one, one, in a red red&lt;br /&gt;rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red rum rum rum rum rum rum, wit a red red&lt;br /&gt;rum........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus to fade]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110655728442589599?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110655728442589599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110655728442589599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/notorious-big-notorious-thugs.html' title='Notorious B.I.G. - Notorious Thugs (Featuring Bone Thugs)'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110643744337632419</id><published>2005-01-22T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T15:44:03.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R. Kelly - A womans Threat</title><content type='html'>"A Woman's Threat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My time, my patience, my love&lt;br /&gt;My blood, my sweat, my tears&lt;br /&gt;My burdens, my drama, my pain&lt;br /&gt;My car, my money, my home&lt;br /&gt;My ups, my downs, my fears&lt;br /&gt;And my hours, my work, my strength&lt;br /&gt;My fault, my this, my that&lt;br /&gt;Nigga please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't stop&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna lay in your bed&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna eat your food&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna fit your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna get your keys&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna open your doors&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna get your check&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;This is a woman's threat&lt;br /&gt;Baby, this is a woman's threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My shakin', my sleep, my stress&lt;br /&gt;My days, my night, my rest&lt;br /&gt;My do's, my don'ts, my dares&lt;br /&gt;And my church, my pastor, my prayers&lt;br /&gt;My all, my faith, my powers&lt;br /&gt;And my kitchen, my sink, my towels&lt;br /&gt;My joy, my sad, my hate&lt;br /&gt;And my sister, my cousin, my friends&lt;br /&gt;My lights, my gas, my bills&lt;br /&gt;My role, my way, my will&lt;br /&gt;My hollerin', my fussin', my fights&lt;br /&gt;Nigga please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't stop&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna lay in your bed&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna eat your food&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna fit your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna get your keys&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna open your doors&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna get your check&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;This is a woman's threat&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My future, my hopes, my dreams&lt;br /&gt;My panties, my socks, my things&lt;br /&gt;My flowers, my dress, my ring&lt;br /&gt;My man, my lover, my king&lt;br /&gt;My live, my chance, my fault&lt;br /&gt;And my guts, my courage, my wounds&lt;br /&gt;My fence, my neighbors, my yard&lt;br /&gt;My chains, my lock, my guards&lt;br /&gt;My win, my lose, my gain&lt;br /&gt;And my credit, my card, my name&lt;br /&gt;Myself, my freedom, my roof&lt;br /&gt;Nigga please&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't stop&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna lay in your bed&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna eat your food&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna fit your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna get your keys&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna open your doors&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna get your check&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;This is a woman's threat&lt;br /&gt;Baby, this is a woman's threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;(Whoa, whoa...)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard the story&lt;br /&gt;About the three little bears&lt;br /&gt;See they papa was gone&lt;br /&gt;For a long, long, long, long time&lt;br /&gt;When he returned&lt;br /&gt;To his sweet little home&lt;br /&gt;He had come to find&lt;br /&gt;That all of his porridge was gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't stop&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna lay in your bed&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna eat your food&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna wear your clothes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna fit your shoes&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna get your keys&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;And someone's gonna open your doors&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;Someone's gonna get your check&lt;br /&gt;(This is a warning)&lt;br /&gt;This is a woman's threat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110643744337632419?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110643744337632419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110643744337632419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/r-kelly-womans-threat.html' title='R. Kelly - A womans Threat'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110628766554678949</id><published>2005-01-20T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:07:45.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heather Hedley - I wish I wasnt</title><content type='html'>[Verse 1]&lt;br /&gt;I'm home alone again&lt;br /&gt;And you're out hangin with your friends&lt;br /&gt;So you say&lt;br /&gt;Somehow I know it's not quite that way&lt;br /&gt;It's getting pretty late&lt;br /&gt;And you haven't checked on me all day&lt;br /&gt;When I&lt;br /&gt;called you didn't answer&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling like your ignoring me&lt;br /&gt;I wish that you were home&lt;br /&gt;Holding me tight in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I wish I could go back&lt;br /&gt;To the day before we met&lt;br /&gt;And skip my regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:] I wish I wasn't in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So you couldn't hurt me&lt;br /&gt;it just ain't fair the way you treat me&lt;br /&gt;No you don't&lt;br /&gt;deserve me&lt;br /&gt;Wasting my time thinking bout you when you ain't never gon change&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't in love with you so I&lt;br /&gt;wouldn't feel this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;When you touch me my heart melts&lt;br /&gt;And everything you did wrong I forgive&lt;br /&gt;So you play me and take advantage&lt;br /&gt;Of the love&lt;br /&gt;that I feel for you&lt;br /&gt;Why you wanna hurt me so bad&lt;br /&gt;I believed in you that's why I'm so mad&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm drowning in&lt;br /&gt;disappointment&lt;br /&gt;And it's hard for me to even look at you&lt;br /&gt;And I wish that you were home&lt;br /&gt;Holding me tight in your arms&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could go back&lt;br /&gt;To the day before we met&lt;br /&gt;And skip my regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;Said you care about me&lt;br /&gt;But from what I see&lt;br /&gt;I ain't feeling that&lt;br /&gt;So I disagree&lt;br /&gt;Gave you all my love&lt;br /&gt;And understanding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you're treating me like your enemy&lt;br /&gt;So leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Don't want nothing from you&lt;br /&gt;Just go back where you came from&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This house is no longer your home&lt;br /&gt;You are not welcome no no no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;Hear you knockin' at the door again&lt;br /&gt;I'm wonderin' should I let you in&lt;br /&gt;I open up the door and see&lt;br /&gt;The flowers for me&lt;br /&gt;So&lt;br /&gt;beautiful in your hand&lt;br /&gt;Please stop begging me to take you back&lt;br /&gt;I've always been a sucker for romance&lt;br /&gt;And before you know&lt;br /&gt;it I concede&lt;br /&gt;You're all over me&lt;br /&gt;Oh no here I go again&lt;br /&gt;I wish I wasn't in love with you&lt;br /&gt;So you couldn't hurt me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110628766554678949?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110628766554678949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110628766554678949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/heather-hedley-i-wish-i-wasnt.html' title='Heather Hedley - I wish I wasnt'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110621517448657281</id><published>2005-01-20T01:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T01:59:34.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Outkast - ATLiens</title><content type='html'>Well it's the M - I - crooked letter, ain't no one better&lt;br /&gt;And when I'm on the microphone you best to wear your sweater&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm cooler than a polar bear's toenails&lt;br /&gt;Oh hell, there he go again talkin that shit&lt;br /&gt;Bend, corner's like I was a curve, I struck a nerve&lt;br /&gt;And now you bout to see this Southern playa serve&lt;br /&gt;I heard it's not where you're from but where you pay rent&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard it's not what you make but how much you spent&lt;br /&gt;you got me bent like elbows, amongst other things, nut I'm not worried&lt;br /&gt;Cause when we step up in the party, like I'm out-you-scurry&lt;br /&gt;So go get your fuckin' shine box, and your sack of nickles&lt;br /&gt;It tickles to see you try to be like Mr. Pickles&lt;br /&gt;Daddy fat sacks, B-I-G B-O-I&lt;br /&gt;It's that same motherfucka that took them knuckles to your eye&lt;br /&gt;And I try, to warn you not to test but you don't listen&lt;br /&gt;Givin the shout out to my Uncle Donnel locked up in prison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Andre (repeat 2X)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now throw your hands in the air&lt;br /&gt;And wave 'em like you just don't care&lt;br /&gt;And if you like fish and grits and all that pimp shit&lt;br /&gt;Then everybody say O-Yea-yer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Two: Andre]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, my oral demonstration be like clitoral stimulation&lt;br /&gt;to the female gender, ain't nothin better&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when it's wet enough to enter&lt;br /&gt;If not I'll wait, because the future of the world depends on&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, if not the child we raise gon' have that nigga syndrome&lt;br /&gt;Or will it know to be the hard regardless of the skintone&lt;br /&gt;I really feel that if we tune it, it just might get picked on&lt;br /&gt;Or will it give a fuck about what others say and get gone&lt;br /&gt;The alienators cause we different keep your hands to the sky&lt;br /&gt;Like Sounds of Blackness when I practice what a preach ain't no lie&lt;br /&gt;I'll be the baker and the maker of the piece of my pie&lt;br /&gt;Now breaker, breaker 10-4 can I get some reply?&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Three: Big Boi, Andre]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday I sit while my nigga be in school&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin about the second album at the Dungeon shootin pool&lt;br /&gt;Like E-S to the P-N, cuz we adjust to the beat in the zone (zone)&lt;br /&gt;Honey I'm home but I'm not married&lt;br /&gt;Carried a lot of problems around being fustrated&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm sittin at the end of the month I just made it&lt;br /&gt;Like you made the B team&lt;br /&gt;And like the daddy's wife you makin the coffee&lt;br /&gt;You heard the A-T-L-iens&lt;br /&gt;So back the hell up off me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Softly as if I played piano in the dark&lt;br /&gt;Found a way to channel my anger not to embark&lt;br /&gt;The world's a stage and everybody's got to play their part&lt;br /&gt;God works in mysterious ways so when he starts&lt;br /&gt;the job of speakin through us we be so sincere with this here&lt;br /&gt;No drugs or alcohol so I can get the signal clear as day&lt;br /&gt;Put my glock away I got a stronger weapon&lt;br /&gt;that never runs out of ammunition so I'm ready for war okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110621517448657281?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110621517448657281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110621517448657281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/outkast-atliens.html' title='Outkast - ATLiens'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110611578333044189</id><published>2005-01-18T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T22:23:03.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Question - If You really wanna go</title><content type='html'>[Thomas Blackwell] [No Question]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...yeah, yes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're trippin'&lt;br /&gt;Wildin' out acting a fool&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to want for nothing&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I made sure that you're cool&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters that you stay honest with me&lt;br /&gt;(If I had your heart, then who the hell is he)&lt;br /&gt;Last night you didn't even come home&lt;br /&gt;I sat out on your steps and called you all night long&lt;br /&gt;Still good from the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold you if you wanna let go...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, don't stay (oh yeah, ungh...ungh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna take your love away (it's gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't make you stay hey yea)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, it's okay (it's your life, well)&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's your life, oooh....ooh (do what you wanna do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I met you, your life was a life of love&lt;br /&gt;I gave your life a reason, you should thank the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;You've found someone to take your rest and sometimes understand&lt;br /&gt;Who would hold you next to God and would never raise a hand&lt;br /&gt;I could've sworn that I made everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta man who comes home to you each and every night&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad, I just wanna John Blaze&lt;br /&gt;But if you want it boo, then I can't make you stay, go on and leave me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, don't stay (walk out the door, hey, it's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna take your love away (take your love, take your love away&lt;br /&gt;hey yeah) If you really wanna go, so long, it's okay (I'm goin' out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;baby, but it's gonna be okay, it's your life)&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's your life, oooh...ooh (tell me why, break it down, break it down,&lt;br /&gt;break it down, down, down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I'm suppose to do now, {now}&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it could work out somehow, {somehow}&lt;br /&gt;I laced you up, gave you all my love&lt;br /&gt;Showed you the game and I raised you up&lt;br /&gt;Now you say you just wanna bounce (yeah, yeah...yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, don't stay (oh tell me why)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna take your love away&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, it's okay&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's your life, oooh...ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110611578333044189?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110611578333044189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110611578333044189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-question-if-you-really-wanna-go_18.html' title='No Question - If You really wanna go'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110604114352845085</id><published>2005-01-18T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-18T01:39:03.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mario - Let me Love you</title><content type='html'>Mmmm ..... Mmmmm.... Yeah....Mmmmm....Yeah, Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Mmmm...Yeah....Mmmm..... Yeah, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I just don't get it&lt;br /&gt;Do you enjoy being hurt?&lt;br /&gt;I know you smelled the perfume, the make-up on his shirt&lt;br /&gt;You don't believe his stories&lt;br /&gt;You know that they're all lies&lt;br /&gt;Bad as you are ,you stick around and I just don't know why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was ya man (baby you)&lt;br /&gt;Never worry bout (what I do)&lt;br /&gt;I'd be coming home (back to you)&lt;br /&gt;Every night, doin' you right&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)&lt;br /&gt;Fistful of diamonds (hand full of rings)&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a star (I just want to show you,you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Your true beauty's description looks so good that it hurts&lt;br /&gt;You're a dime plus ninety-nine and it's a shame&lt;br /&gt;Don't even know what you're worth&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere you go they stop and stare&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're bad and it shows&lt;br /&gt;From your head to your toes, Out of control, baby you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I was ya man (baby you)&lt;br /&gt;Never worry bout (what I do)&lt;br /&gt;I'd be coming home (back to you)&lt;br /&gt;Every night doin' you right&lt;br /&gt;You're the type of woman (deserves good thangs)&lt;br /&gt;Fistful of diamonds (hand full of rings)&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're a star (I just want to show you, you are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Ooh Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should let me....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You deserve better girl (you know you deserve better)&lt;br /&gt;We should be together girl (baby)&lt;br /&gt;With me and you it's whatever girl, hey!&lt;br /&gt;So can we make this thing ours?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You should let me love you&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one to give you everything you want and need&lt;br /&gt;Baby good love and protection&lt;br /&gt;Make me your selection&lt;br /&gt;Show you the way love's supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;Baby you should let me love you, love you, love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat til it ends (about 3 times)]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Mario (talking):]&lt;br /&gt;Let me love you that's all you need baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110604114352845085?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110604114352845085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110604114352845085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/mario-let-me-love-you.html' title='Mario - Let me Love you'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110590401335390283</id><published>2005-01-16T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T11:33:33.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R. Kelly - I wish</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;To every city&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;Every hood&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;And every block&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;Good Ol' America!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' through the hood&lt;br /&gt;Just stopped by to say what's up&lt;br /&gt;Came to let you know&lt;br /&gt;That your baby boy ain't doing so tough&lt;br /&gt;And even though you passed&lt;br /&gt;Going on four long years&lt;br /&gt;Still waking up late at night crying tears&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about those days&lt;br /&gt;You used to talk to me&lt;br /&gt;Smilin' while I'm sippin' on this Hennesy&lt;br /&gt;And remember we bragged on how rich we would be&lt;br /&gt;To get up out this hood was like a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe my ears&lt;br /&gt;And what everybody's sayin'&lt;br /&gt;And boy I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;Folks don't know the half&lt;br /&gt;I would give it all up&lt;br /&gt;Just to take one ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;How I used to kick it on the front porch&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to lay back and smoke weed&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;And all the little days and party joints we'd do&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm just missing you&lt;br /&gt;How I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could hold you now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could touch you now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you somehow&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in a better place&lt;br /&gt;And you know I can see your face&lt;br /&gt;I know you're smiling down on me&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;And if I never leave this thug life&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again someday&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now ever since this money come&lt;br /&gt;Been nothing but stress&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I wish I could trade in my success&lt;br /&gt;Y'all look at me and say boy you've been blessed&lt;br /&gt;But y'all don't see the inside of my unhappiness&lt;br /&gt;Man I swear this shit gets heavy like a ton&lt;br /&gt;That's why you hear me shootin'&lt;br /&gt;This real shit off like a gun&lt;br /&gt;Hmm I wonder how my friends would treat me now&lt;br /&gt;If I wasn't iced up with a Bentley and a house&lt;br /&gt;That's why fake ass niggas get fake ass digits&lt;br /&gt;And fake ass playas get a real playa hatin' 'em&lt;br /&gt;Honey Love goes platinum and y'all ass come around&lt;br /&gt;But y'all don't wanna raise the roof&lt;br /&gt;Until my shit is going down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe my ears&lt;br /&gt;And what everybody's sayin'&lt;br /&gt;And boy I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;Folks don't know the half&lt;br /&gt;I would give it all up&lt;br /&gt;Just to take one ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;How I used to hoop off in them tournaments&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to club hop on weekends&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;Your family called the morning of the tragic end&lt;br /&gt;Damn, my condolensces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could hold you now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could touch you now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you somehow&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in a better place&lt;br /&gt;And you know I can see your face&lt;br /&gt;I know you're smiling down on me&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;And if I never leave this thug life&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again someday&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices in my head be telling me to come to church&lt;br /&gt;Saying the Lord is the only way for you to stop the hurt&lt;br /&gt;Dreaming of windows black tinted like a hurst&lt;br /&gt;When waking up to life sometimes seems worst&lt;br /&gt;And all I ever wanted is to be a better man&lt;br /&gt;And I try to keep it real with my homies now&lt;br /&gt;For me to save the world I don't understand&lt;br /&gt;How did I become the leader of a billion men?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now you hear my songs the radio is bangin'&lt;br /&gt;Oh I can't believe my ears&lt;br /&gt;And what everybody's sayin'&lt;br /&gt;And boy I'll tell you&lt;br /&gt;Folks don't know the half&lt;br /&gt;I would give it all up&lt;br /&gt;Just to take one ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;How I used to street perform on Friday&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;And how I used to go to church on Easter Sunday&lt;br /&gt;(With you)&lt;br /&gt;Standing here throwing them songs at me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody pray for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could hold you now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could touch you now&lt;br /&gt;I wish that I could talk to you&lt;br /&gt;Be with you somehow&lt;br /&gt;I know you're in a better place&lt;br /&gt;And you know I can see your face&lt;br /&gt;I know you're smiling down on me&lt;br /&gt;Saying everything's okay&lt;br /&gt;And if I never leave this thug life&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you again someday&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;br /&gt;I wish, I wish, I wish&lt;/pre&gt; &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110590401335390283?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110590401335390283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110590401335390283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/r-kelly-i-wish.html' title='R. Kelly - I wish'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110576704115705435</id><published>2005-01-14T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:30:41.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>R. Kelly - Spirit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I can see my destination , I can hear my call&lt;br /&gt;No more hesitation this time I'm going for all&lt;br /&gt;Cause I know where this road leads to and therefore I will rise,&lt;br /&gt;I know this dream will come true, an I will soar the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit spirit would you guide me&lt;br /&gt;Spirit spirit stand by me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and c'mon and c'mon and&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the penetration, of a strong wind moving me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the elevation, of an angel lifting me,&lt;br /&gt;Cause i know where this road leads to and therefore I will rise&lt;br /&gt;I know this dream will come true, an I will soar the sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit spirit would you guide me&lt;br /&gt;oh oh Spirit spirit standing by me&lt;br /&gt;C'mon and c'mon and c'mon and&lt;br /&gt;set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa whoa spirit&lt;br /&gt;Now that I found my way home&lt;br /&gt;I'm gotta get there get there&lt;br /&gt;No one step seems more miles long&lt;br /&gt;No bridge before my face, I will take the leap of faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spirit spirit would you guide me&lt;br /&gt;Spirit spirit stand by me&lt;br /&gt;Spirit spirit Set me free&lt;br /&gt;Spirit spirit Spirit spirit spirit Set me free&lt;br /&gt;Spirit come and find my way spirit stand by my side&lt;br /&gt;Spirit take my hand and be my guide&lt;br /&gt;Spirit run free spirit run free run free run free spirit run free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110576704115705435?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110576704115705435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110576704115705435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/r-kelly-spirit.html' title='R. Kelly - Spirit'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110565921837991950</id><published>2005-01-13T15:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-13T15:33:38.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Aaliyah - I miss You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without u&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Said I been needin' you, wantin' you&lt;br /&gt;(Said I need you)&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' if ur the same and who's been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is ur heart still mine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to college&lt;br /&gt;Yes you went away&lt;br /&gt;Straight from high school&lt;br /&gt;You up and left me&lt;br /&gt;We were close friends&lt;br /&gt;Also lovers&lt;br /&gt;Did everything&lt;br /&gt;For one another&lt;br /&gt;Now ur gone and I'm lost without you here now&lt;br /&gt;But I know I gotta live and make it somehow&lt;br /&gt;Come back...to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you...feel me (Callin')&lt;br /&gt;Hear me...callin' (For you)&lt;br /&gt;For you...'Cuz it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Said I been needin' you, wantin' you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' if ur the same and who's been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is ur heart still mine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm sittin' here&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' 'bout you&lt;br /&gt;And the days we used to share&lt;br /&gt;It's drivin' me crazy&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;I'm just wonderin' if you still care&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna let you know&lt;br /&gt;That it's killin' me&lt;br /&gt;I know you got another life you gotta concentrate baby&lt;br /&gt;Come back...to me&lt;br /&gt;Can you...feel me (Callin')&lt;br /&gt;Hear me...callin' (For you)&lt;br /&gt;For you...'Cuz it's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Said I been needin' you, wantin' you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' if ur the same and who's been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is ur heart still mine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I...can't...breathe...no...more&lt;br /&gt;Since you went away I&lt;br /&gt;Don't really feel like talkin'&lt;br /&gt;No one here to love me&lt;br /&gt;Baby do you understand me&lt;br /&gt;I can't do or be without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been too long and I'm lost without you&lt;br /&gt;(Tell me what I'm gonna do)&lt;br /&gt;What am I gonna do&lt;br /&gt;Said I been needin' you, wantin' you&lt;br /&gt;Wonderin' if ur the same and who's been with you&lt;br /&gt;Is ur heart still mine&lt;br /&gt;I wanna cry sometimes&lt;br /&gt;I miss you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110565921837991950?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110565921837991950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110565921837991950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/aaliyah-i-miss-you.html' title='Aaliyah - I miss You'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110556974692302082</id><published>2005-01-12T14:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T14:42:26.923-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - Lovers And Friends (VERY HOT!)</title><content type='html'>[Intro - Lil' Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Usher...&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Jon...&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Usher (with Lil' Jon)]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, man&lt;br /&gt;Once again, it's on (It's on)&lt;br /&gt;You know we had to do it again, right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil' Jon]&lt;br /&gt;We had to do it again, boy&lt;br /&gt;Want you to sing to these ladies, man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Usher (with vocalizing)]&lt;br /&gt;(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)&lt;br /&gt;A'ight, so I'm up first? A'ight, lemme have it...&lt;br /&gt;(Ohh-oh-oh-ohh)&lt;br /&gt;Let's do it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[1st Verse - Usher]&lt;br /&gt;Baby, how ya doin'?&lt;br /&gt;Hope that 'cha fine, wanna know what you got in mind,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm,&lt;br /&gt;Got me fiendin' like Jodeci, girl, I can't leave you alone,&lt;br /&gt;Take a shot of this here Petrone' and it's gon' be on,&lt;br /&gt;V.I.P. done got way too crowded,&lt;br /&gt;I'm about to end up callin' it a night,&lt;br /&gt;You should holla at 'cha girl, tell her you shake it and seized,&lt;br /&gt;Pull off, beep-beep, shotgun in the GT with me&lt;br /&gt;She said, "Ohhh-ohhh, I'm ready to ride, yeah,"&lt;br /&gt;"'Cause once you get inside, you can't change your mind,"&lt;br /&gt;"Don't mean to sound impatient, but you gotta promise, baby, ohh..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Usher]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, I gotta know, baby, aw yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[2nd Verse - Ludacris]&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes wanna be your lover,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes wanna be your friend,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes wanna hug ya,&lt;br /&gt;Hold hands, slow-dance while the record spins,&lt;br /&gt;Opened up your heart 'cause you said I made you feel so comfortable,&lt;br /&gt;Used to play back then, now you all grown-up like Rudy Huxtable,&lt;br /&gt;I could be your Bud, you could beat me up,&lt;br /&gt;Play-fight in the dark, then we both make love,&lt;br /&gt;I'd do anything just to feel your butt,&lt;br /&gt;Why you got me so messed up?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, but you gotta stop trippin',&lt;br /&gt;Be a good girl now, turn around, and get these whippings,&lt;br /&gt;You know you like it like that,&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to fight back,&lt;br /&gt;Here's a pillow - bite...that,&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be settin' seperate plays,&lt;br /&gt;So on all these separate days,&lt;br /&gt;Your legs can go they separate...ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Usher]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again),&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Make sho' you right, before you choose)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[3rd Verse - Lil' Jon]&lt;br /&gt;I's been know you fo' a long time (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;But fuckin' never crossed my mind (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;But tonight, I seen sumthin' in ya (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;That made me wanna get wit 'cha (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;But you ain't been nuttin' but a friend to me (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;And a nigga never ever dreamed to be (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;Up in here, kissin', huggin', squeezin', touchin' (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;Up in the bathtub, rub-a-dubbin' (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;Are you sure you wanna go this route? (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;Let a nigga know before I pull it out (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;I would never ever cross the line (shawty),&lt;br /&gt;Shawty, let me hear ya tell me one mo' time...one mo' time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Usher]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again (Tell me again, my baby),&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Ohh, it's a good look, baby)&lt;br /&gt;Tell me again (Make sho' you right, ohh, before we leave),&lt;br /&gt;That we'll be Lovers and Friends (Tell me over-and-over-and-over again)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro - Usher]&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-hoo&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-hoo&lt;br /&gt;Oh-oh-hoo-ohhhh-yeaaah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ludacris (with Lil' Jon)]&lt;br /&gt;Please tell your Lovers and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again (Hey!! (Hey!!)&lt;br /&gt;Please tell your Lovers and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again, that's right (Hey!! (Hey!!)&lt;br /&gt;Please tell your Lovers and Friends,&lt;br /&gt;That Usher, Jon, and Luda had to do it again (Hey!! (Hey!!)...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110556974692302082?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110556974692302082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110556974692302082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/lil-jon-lovers-and-friends-very-hot.html' title='Lil Jon - Lovers And Friends (VERY HOT!)'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110547577647690157</id><published>2005-01-11T13:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T12:36:16.476-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - In Da Club</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[R. Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom&lt;br /&gt;hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing tonight baby?&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to roll up to this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to step up in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get big in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get wild in this club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we about to show ya how wild it gets&lt;br /&gt;When a girl at the party when she backin it&lt;br /&gt;Now this girl dance fiftee 'cause she passionate&lt;br /&gt;If I ask for some chips, then she stalking me&lt;br /&gt;She don't mean no introduction, she's a diamond of daw&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean no janet, other way she mocking the flow&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo on her backs and ready to go&lt;br /&gt;Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe&lt;br /&gt;We can the kitchen door so we around the stove&lt;br /&gt;In the chumps we chilling in some hotel room&lt;br /&gt;I put her towels on her body and massage her toes&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing like some sex on a friday night&lt;br /&gt;But then again nothing like some sex in any night&lt;br /&gt;After that gotta go got appointments girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm a doctor, I got other clients girl&lt;br /&gt;Now listen up close, I won't say it again&lt;br /&gt;Skip a dog your cat is a man's best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Jon and Luda on the first paced like&lt;br /&gt;from ATL we about to get it crunk tonight&lt;br /&gt;Where we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to roll up to this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to step up in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get big in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get wild in this club&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2 - Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn! There go expensive Chris&lt;br /&gt;At the bar behind all the most expensive shit&lt;br /&gt;And his car always got the most expensive kit&lt;br /&gt;So his gun always got the most extended clip&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last&lt;br /&gt;Nicknamed double barrel and I'm build to blast&lt;br /&gt;Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm all up in the pimp getting straight lewinsky&lt;br /&gt;And smoking some of that kill billton&lt;br /&gt;Me and my fucker I'm still thrill&lt;br /&gt;Can't party with the women that like it deep&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick&lt;br /&gt;Dirty word even judges say the burns are dirty&lt;br /&gt;We the reason that the clubs start closing early&lt;br /&gt;Walk up and watch the crowd start moving quick&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gotta pay the DJ to play my shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3 - Lil' Jon]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;Will the bull pimp come man I'm sloppy drunk&lt;br /&gt;I don't broke into club it's the king of crunk&lt;br /&gt;Let the anal way find, and I'ma put more flow&lt;br /&gt;Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go&lt;br /&gt;I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer&lt;br /&gt;While the ladies are all robbing my neck and beard&lt;br /&gt;No need to even ask it, who's the boss?&lt;br /&gt;When the dreadlocks slam and the roof come off&lt;br /&gt;The crunk juice got me up all night shit&lt;br /&gt;And in last year making that bite shit&lt;br /&gt;Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro&lt;br /&gt;Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero&lt;br /&gt;Fresh by the front and I'm ready to blast&lt;br /&gt;Got the dog but I knew my had to lie (ok)&lt;br /&gt;BME turn millionaire, and we all like 'what what, yeah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 4 - R. Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;90 other times I would say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Since the party so laugh, I can keep it going&lt;br /&gt;Shit don't stop till 6 in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Come 7 o'clock a nigga still ain't yawning&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl leaving now on her toes&lt;br /&gt;Hangover, wait a minute girl you leaving your cloth&lt;br /&gt;And tickets gonna sell for a major show&lt;br /&gt;If yousa a hater at the booth and the booth is closed&lt;br /&gt;And move out the way I'm a Luda fan&lt;br /&gt;Up north, dirty south, west eastside man&lt;br /&gt;All strippers in the club stand up right now&lt;br /&gt;We wanna see you shake your booty in the place right now&lt;br /&gt;Where we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110547577647690157?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110547577647690157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110547577647690157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/lil-jon-in-da-club.html' title='Lil Jon - In Da Club'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110536922869499639</id><published>2005-01-10T07:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T07:00:28.693-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Question - I Dont Care</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what the deal is&lt;br /&gt;What's goin on&lt;br /&gt;Why ya peeps don't like me&lt;br /&gt;Said I ain't the one&lt;br /&gt;They said I live a thug life&lt;br /&gt;Jitterbug to the bone&lt;br /&gt;How they gon talk about me&lt;br /&gt;betta leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;It drives me crazy&lt;br /&gt;Cause they know that you're my baby&lt;br /&gt;Tryna make me ghost like Swayze&lt;br /&gt;But you'll 4ever be my lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what ya momma say&lt;br /&gt;What ya brother say&lt;br /&gt;What ya father say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you neway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care what your mamma say&lt;br /&gt;or what you sister say&lt;br /&gt;or what you girlfriends say&lt;br /&gt;Im gonna love ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya peeps say they seen me&lt;br /&gt;Hangin out in the streets&lt;br /&gt;Swingin wit the project ladies&lt;br /&gt;And the ghetto freaks&lt;br /&gt;How they gonna talk bad bout my family&lt;br /&gt;Jojo, Ray-ray, kesha, and my cousin malik&lt;br /&gt;I'm there when u holla&lt;br /&gt;Whatever you need you gotta&lt;br /&gt;Sure nuff treat you proper&lt;br /&gt;Tryna be your baby dada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what ya momma say&lt;br /&gt;What ya brother say&lt;br /&gt;What ya father say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you neway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what ya momma say&lt;br /&gt;What ya brother say&lt;br /&gt;What ya father say&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna love you neway&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110536922869499639?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110536922869499639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110536922869499639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-question-i-dont-care.html' title='No Question - I Dont Care'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110533334444397217</id><published>2005-01-09T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-09T21:02:24.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Question - To Be Without You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love someone so much&lt;br /&gt;That it was bad for you&lt;br /&gt;You'd try to find ways to make 'em happy&lt;br /&gt;And it took control of you&lt;br /&gt;To imagine that someone out there&lt;br /&gt;Don't seem real to you&lt;br /&gt;I finally found someone to roll with&lt;br /&gt;I'm so glad I found you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[1]&lt;/i&gt; - I don't wanna be without you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live without you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I can't breathe without you&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go through life walking&lt;br /&gt;Alone, without you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna be without you&lt;br /&gt;Baby, there's no me without you&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna go through life walking alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the closest one to my heart&lt;br /&gt;This don't seem real to me&lt;br /&gt;When you speak I don't wanna miss one word&lt;br /&gt;Therefore I just don't breathe&lt;br /&gt;I can see you in my future&lt;br /&gt;Being there for me&lt;br /&gt;I pray we'll always be together&lt;br /&gt;You're the strength I need&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See love is not an easy task&lt;br /&gt;But we do work it out&lt;br /&gt;You give all you can to your love&lt;br /&gt;So you won't be without&lt;br /&gt;You give all your love and still&lt;br /&gt;It fades away&lt;br /&gt;If at first in love you don't exceed&lt;br /&gt;Just try until your heart believes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat 1 until fade]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110533334444397217?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110533334444397217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110533334444397217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-question-to-be-without-you.html' title='No Question - To Be Without You'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110523230757502191</id><published>2005-01-08T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T16:58:27.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Question - If You Really Wanna Go</title><content type='html'>[Thomas Blackwell] [No Question]&lt;br /&gt;Ooh...yeah, yes&lt;br /&gt;Oh, oh, oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Tell me why you're trippin'&lt;br /&gt;Wildin' out acting a fool&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to want for nothing&lt;br /&gt;'Cuz I made sure that you're cool&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that matters that you stay honest with me&lt;br /&gt;(If I had your heart, then who the hell is he)&lt;br /&gt;Last night you didn't even come home&lt;br /&gt;I sat out on your steps and called you all night long&lt;br /&gt;Still good from the depths of my soul&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold you if you wanna let go...oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, don't stay (oh yeah, ungh...ungh, oh)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna take your love away (it's gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;(I can't make you stay hey yea)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, it's okay (it's your life, well)&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's your life, oooh....ooh (do what you wanna do)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;Remember when I met you, your life was a life of love&lt;br /&gt;I gave your life a reason, you should thank the Lord above&lt;br /&gt;You've found someone to take your rest and sometimes understand&lt;br /&gt;Who would hold you next to God and would never raise a hand&lt;br /&gt;I could've sworn that I made everything alright&lt;br /&gt;You've gotta man who comes home to you each and every night&lt;br /&gt;I'm so mad, I just wanna John Blaze&lt;br /&gt;But if you want it boo, then I can't make you stay, go on and leave me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, don't stay (walk out the door, hey, it's&lt;br /&gt;gonna be alright)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna take your love away (take your love, take your love away&lt;br /&gt;hey yeah) If you really wanna go, so long, it's okay (I'm goin' out of my mind&lt;br /&gt;baby, but it's gonna be okay, it's your life)&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's your life, oooh...ooh (tell me why, break it down, break it down,&lt;br /&gt;break it down, down, down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what I'm suppose to do now, {now}&lt;br /&gt;I wish that it could work out somehow, {somehow}&lt;br /&gt;I laced you up, gave you all my love&lt;br /&gt;Showed you the game and I raised you up&lt;br /&gt;Now you say you just wanna bounce (yeah, yeah...yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[No Question] [Thomas Blackwell]&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, don't stay (oh tell me why)&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna take your love away&lt;br /&gt;If you really wanna go, so long, it's okay&lt;br /&gt;Baby it's your life, oooh...ooh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[repeat to fade]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110523230757502191?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110523230757502191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110523230757502191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-question-if-you-really-wanna-go.html' title='No Question - If You Really Wanna Go'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110513875869811609</id><published>2005-01-07T14:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T14:59:18.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No Question - Do What You Gotta Do</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been 24 hours&lt;br /&gt;Since I heard you on the phone&lt;br /&gt;Pleading with your moms&lt;br /&gt;Saying can you come back home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say you're not happy here&lt;br /&gt;All we do is fuss and fight&lt;br /&gt;Said you need to get away&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't treat you right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go on and leave&lt;br /&gt;Do what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the pain and the misery&lt;br /&gt;I brought to you&lt;br /&gt;See that you're not happy here&lt;br /&gt;I'll always be here for you&lt;br /&gt;If you gotta leave me, girl&lt;br /&gt;Then do what you gotta do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See it cuts me like a knife&lt;br /&gt;To listen to your lies&lt;br /&gt;After all I've done for you&lt;br /&gt;You're still not satisfied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgot to tell your mom&lt;br /&gt;How I treat your kids like mine&lt;br /&gt;How they're never ever hungry&lt;br /&gt;And their clothes are made design&lt;br /&gt;(Go on and leave)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know I love you&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to stay&lt;br /&gt;'Stead of dealing with your problems&lt;br /&gt;Feel the need to run away (yeah, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I can't hold you if you don't wanna be here&lt;br /&gt;So I gotta let you go my dear, my dear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus til fade]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110513875869811609?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110513875869811609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110513875869811609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/no-question-do-what-you-gotta-do.html' title='No Question - Do What You Gotta Do'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110503954444085107</id><published>2005-01-06T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T11:25:44.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ginuwine - Pony</title><content type='html'>I'm just a bachelor&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking for a partner&lt;br /&gt;Someone who knows how to ride&lt;br /&gt;Without even falling off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta be compatible&lt;br /&gt;Takes me to my limits&lt;br /&gt;Girl when I break you off&lt;br /&gt;I promise that you won't want to get off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If your horny, Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Ride it, My Pony&lt;br /&gt;My saddle's waiting&lt;br /&gt;Come and jump on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your horny, Let's do it&lt;br /&gt;Ride it, My Pony&lt;br /&gt;My saddle's waiting&lt;br /&gt;Come and jump on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sitting here flossing&lt;br /&gt;Peeping your steelo&lt;br /&gt;Just once if I have the chance&lt;br /&gt;The things I will do to you&lt;br /&gt;You and your body&lt;br /&gt;Every single portion&lt;br /&gt;Send chills up and down your spine&lt;br /&gt;Juices flowing down your thigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we're gonna get nasty, Baby&lt;br /&gt;First we'll show &amp; tell&lt;br /&gt;Till I reach your ponytail&lt;br /&gt;Lurk all over and through you baby&lt;br /&gt;Until I reach your stream&lt;br /&gt;You'll be on my jockey team&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[repeats and ends]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ride it)&lt;br /&gt;(My Saddle's)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110503954444085107?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110503954444085107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110503954444085107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/ginuwine-pony.html' title='Ginuwine - Pony'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110496082221079922</id><published>2005-01-05T13:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-05T13:33:42.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destinys Child - No No No Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wyclef:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the remix&lt;br /&gt;The jeeps pump this new remix&lt;br /&gt;This is the remix&lt;br /&gt;Radio's play this remix&lt;br /&gt;This is the remix&lt;br /&gt;The jeeps pump this remix&lt;br /&gt;This is the remix&lt;br /&gt;The Refugees Camp have the remix&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's child&lt;br /&gt;We 'bout to set it&lt;br /&gt;This is the remix&lt;br /&gt;The streets pump the remix&lt;br /&gt;This is the remix&lt;br /&gt;Every project, come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyonce:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I know you want me&lt;br /&gt;I can see it in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;But you keep on frontin'&lt;br /&gt;Won't you say what's on your mind&lt;br /&gt;Cause each and every time you need me&lt;br /&gt;You give me signs&lt;br /&gt;But when I ask you what's the deal&lt;br /&gt;You hold it all inside&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna be with me&lt;br /&gt;You gotta keep it real&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's goin' on&lt;br /&gt;Tell me how you feel&lt;br /&gt;Cause boy I know you want me&lt;br /&gt;Just as much as I want you&lt;br /&gt;So come and get my love&lt;br /&gt;It's all here for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;You'll be sayin' no, no, no, no, no&lt;br /&gt;When it's really yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyonce:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you keep actin' this way&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna lose my love&lt;br /&gt;I ain't got no time to play&lt;br /&gt;You better to be playin hurry up&lt;br /&gt;Cause every time I come around&lt;br /&gt;Crews run around your way&lt;br /&gt;I see you on the corner&lt;br /&gt;But you don't know what to say&lt;br /&gt;When I walk up to you baby&lt;br /&gt;You seem so shy&lt;br /&gt;What's the problem baby&lt;br /&gt;Never had a girl like I&lt;br /&gt;I can see right through you&lt;br /&gt;And you know you wanna be mine&lt;br /&gt;So get your act together&lt;br /&gt;Cause you're running out of time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime I see you with your boys&lt;br /&gt;You pretend as if you don't want me&lt;br /&gt;When you get home you call me on the phone&lt;br /&gt;And tell me how much you care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wyclef:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, close your eyes, shorty&lt;br /&gt;You're guaranteed to be hypnotized&lt;br /&gt;By the remix that Wyclef provides&lt;br /&gt;I don't care 'bout your size&lt;br /&gt;Girl shake your thighs&lt;br /&gt;All I'm tryin' to do&lt;br /&gt;In the hood is stay alive&lt;br /&gt;Make a little money with Destiny's Child&lt;br /&gt;Thugs hear this song, they dance, they go wild&lt;br /&gt;Like Texas, they movin' like&lt;br /&gt;No limit soldiers&lt;br /&gt;They went from a dream to the&lt;br /&gt;Young supremes, sing it girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110496082221079922?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110496082221079922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110496082221079922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-no-no-no-part-2.html' title='Destinys Child - No No No Part 2'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110485416846866641</id><published>2005-01-04T07:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-04T07:56:08.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>D12 - My Band</title><content type='html'>[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;I don't know dude...&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like the lead singer of a band dude...&lt;br /&gt;And I think everyone's got a fuckin problem with me dude...&lt;br /&gt;And they need to take it up with me after the show...&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;These chicks don't even know the name of my band...&lt;br /&gt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - Eminem]&lt;br /&gt;So I get off stage right and drop the mic&lt;br /&gt;Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like&lt;br /&gt;"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady.&lt;br /&gt;I'm the lead singer in D12 baby"&lt;br /&gt;They're all like "Oh my god it's him"&lt;br /&gt;"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"&lt;br /&gt;"I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock"&lt;br /&gt;"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"&lt;br /&gt;And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous&lt;br /&gt;Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas&lt;br /&gt;All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes&lt;br /&gt;Throw their bras and their shirt and their panties on stage&lt;br /&gt;So like every single night they pick a fight with me&lt;br /&gt;But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry&lt;br /&gt;Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me&lt;br /&gt;Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be&lt;br /&gt;This rock star shit, it's the life for me&lt;br /&gt;And all the other guys just despise me because&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;These chicks don't even know the name of my band...&lt;br /&gt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...&lt;br /&gt;My band [x6]&lt;br /&gt;Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;My band [x2]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Swift]&lt;br /&gt;You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you&lt;br /&gt;Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools&lt;br /&gt;Smash these vocals and do a performance&lt;br /&gt;But we in the van and he in a tour bus&lt;br /&gt;You don't want my autograph, yous a liar&lt;br /&gt;And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with that dressing room&lt;br /&gt;Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal&lt;br /&gt;See I know how to rap, see it's simple but&lt;br /&gt;All I did was read a Russell Simmons book&lt;br /&gt;So I'm more intact, tryna get on the map&lt;br /&gt;Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Kuniva and Kon Artist]&lt;br /&gt;Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick&lt;br /&gt;Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue&lt;br /&gt;([Em:] No I had an interview not you two)&lt;br /&gt;You gonna be late for soundcheck&lt;br /&gt;Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck&lt;br /&gt;But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best&lt;br /&gt;You know what man I'ma say somethin&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo Em&lt;br /&gt;([Em:] You got somethin to say?!)&lt;br /&gt;Man no&lt;br /&gt;I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up&lt;br /&gt;Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up&lt;br /&gt;And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to be crew&lt;br /&gt;When I was bout to talk right after you&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I swear man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;These chicks don't even know the name of my band...&lt;br /&gt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 4 - Proof]&lt;br /&gt;They say the lead singers rock, but the group does not&lt;br /&gt;Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot&lt;br /&gt;I should cut his mic off when the musics starts&lt;br /&gt;Ready to snap on a dumbass fan&lt;br /&gt;Every time i hear (Hey dude I love your band)&lt;br /&gt;We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments&lt;br /&gt;So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent&lt;br /&gt;And these guys they can find every area code&lt;br /&gt;([Em:] Proof carry my bag)&lt;br /&gt;Bitch carry your own&lt;br /&gt;Can't make it to the stage, security in my way&lt;br /&gt;(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 5 - Bizarre]&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit I'm sick of this group&lt;br /&gt;Time for me to go solo and make some loot&lt;br /&gt;I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps&lt;br /&gt;Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack&lt;br /&gt;Lose Yourself video I was in the back&lt;br /&gt;Superman video I was in the back&lt;br /&gt;Fuck the media, I got some suggestions&lt;br /&gt;Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions&lt;br /&gt;Like who's D12, how we get started&lt;br /&gt;(What about Eminem?)&lt;br /&gt;Bitch are you retarded?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group&lt;br /&gt;Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute (hey sexy)&lt;br /&gt;50 told me to do situps to get buff&lt;br /&gt;I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up&lt;br /&gt;Fuck D12, I'm outta this band&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem]&lt;br /&gt;Girl why cant you see your the only one for me&lt;br /&gt;and it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name...&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Bizarre]&lt;br /&gt;These chicks don't even know the name of my band...(ha ha)&lt;br /&gt;But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck Marshall)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz once I blow I know that i'll be the man...&lt;br /&gt;All because I'm the lead singer of my band...&lt;br /&gt;My Band [Repeated 9x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro]&lt;br /&gt;The hottest boy band in the world...&lt;br /&gt;D12!&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem as a salsa singer]&lt;br /&gt;I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants&lt;br /&gt;And the lead singer of my band, my salsa&lt;br /&gt;Makes all the pretty girl's wan to dance&lt;br /&gt;My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My Salsa...&lt;br /&gt;My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa&lt;br /&gt;Makes all the pretty girls wan to dance&lt;br /&gt;And take off their underpants&lt;br /&gt;My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance&lt;br /&gt;And take off their underpants, my salsa&lt;br /&gt;(Where'd everybody go?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110485416846866641?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110485416846866641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110485416846866641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/d12-my-band.html' title='D12 - My Band'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110474452196388417</id><published>2005-01-03T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T01:28:41.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eminem - My name is (underground)</title><content type='html'>Hi! My name is.. (what?) My name is.. (who?)&lt;br /&gt;My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady&lt;br /&gt;Hi! My name is.. (huh?) My name is.. (what?)&lt;br /&gt;My name is.. {scratches} Slim Shady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahem.. excuse me!&lt;br /&gt;Can I have the attention of the class&lt;br /&gt;for one second?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem]&lt;br /&gt;Hi kids! Do you like violence? (Yeah yeah yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails through each one of my eyelids? (Uh-huh!)&lt;br /&gt;Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did? (Yeah yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is? (Huh?)&lt;br /&gt;My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin to get my head straight&lt;br /&gt;but I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate (Ummmm..)&lt;br /&gt;And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead!"&lt;br /&gt;Uh-uhhh! "So why's your face red? Man you wasted!"&lt;br /&gt;Well since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else&lt;br /&gt;Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt&lt;br /&gt;Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off&lt;br /&gt;And smacked her so hard I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross&lt;br /&gt;I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass&lt;br /&gt;faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast&lt;br /&gt;C'mere slut! (Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog!)&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem]&lt;br /&gt;My English teacher wanted to have sex in junior high&lt;br /&gt;The only problem was my English teacher was a guy&lt;br /&gt;I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler&lt;br /&gt;and stapled his nuts to a stack of paper (Owwwwwwww!)&lt;br /&gt;Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up&lt;br /&gt;Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup (Wsssshhhhh...)&lt;br /&gt;Extraterrestrial, killin pedestrians&lt;br /&gt;Rapin lesbians while they screamin: "LET'S JUST BE FRIENDS!"&lt;br /&gt;Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to&lt;br /&gt;I just found out my mom does more dope than I do&lt;br /&gt;I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper&lt;br /&gt;Make a record about doin drugs and name it after her (Oh thank you!)&lt;br /&gt;You know you blew up when the women rush your stands&lt;br /&gt;and try to touch your hands like some screamin Usher fans (Aaahhhhhh!)&lt;br /&gt;This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph (Dude, can I get your autograph?)&lt;br /&gt;So I signed it: 'Dear Dave, thanks for the support, ASSHOLE!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Eminem]&lt;br /&gt;Stop the tape! This kid needs to be locked away! (Get him!)&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, OPERATE!&lt;br /&gt;I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die&lt;br /&gt;I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive&lt;br /&gt;Am I comin or goin? I can barely decide&lt;br /&gt;I just drank a fifth of vodka -- dare me to drive? (Go ahead)&lt;br /&gt;All my life I was very deprived&lt;br /&gt;I ain't had a woman in years, and my palms are too hairy to hide&lt;br /&gt;Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk (hachhh-too)&lt;br /&gt;I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks (C'mere)&lt;br /&gt;When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits&lt;br /&gt;HOW YOU GONNA BREAST FEED ME MOM? (WAH!) YOU AIN'T GOT NO TITS! (WAH!)&lt;br /&gt;I lay awake and strap myself in the bed&lt;br /&gt;Put a bulleproof vest on and shoot myself in the head (BANG!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm steamin mad (Arrrggghhh!)&lt;br /&gt;And by the way when you see my dad? (Yeah?)&lt;br /&gt;Tell him that I slit his throat, in this dream I had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110474452196388417?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110474452196388417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110474452196388417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/eminem-my-name-is-underground.html' title='Eminem - My name is (underground)'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463680226077584</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:33:22.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been many years since I've been in love&lt;br /&gt;With a real man I had given up on love&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think a good man existed in this world&lt;br /&gt;I was tired, of searching&lt;br /&gt;Because of relationships I've dealt with in the past&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't fathom bein monogamous&lt;br /&gt;When I least expected it, I found you&lt;br /&gt;And because of you, I know how it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus A]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, and when I look into your eyes I see&lt;br /&gt;Love, pillow talking at night I can hear&lt;br /&gt;Love, ooh, the next mornin' make&lt;br /&gt;Love, I'm so in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I live and love again&lt;br /&gt;Open the pact to happiness&lt;br /&gt;For you I learn to smile again&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you&lt;br /&gt;For you I live and love again&lt;br /&gt;I trust you, just guide and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;For you I learn to smile again&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been three years since we've been in love&lt;br /&gt;And you keep doin' things to show your proud of&lt;br /&gt;Thirty beauties in the room only me you see&lt;br /&gt;The confidence you give, lives in me&lt;br /&gt;I vow to never break your heart or never let you down&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, I'll always be around&lt;br /&gt;And with you here, to share my life so complete&lt;br /&gt;And because of you I know how it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus A]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;Your loves amazing&lt;br /&gt;And like the rain it fell on me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting it more and more cause your loves in the air&lt;br /&gt;I breathe, lying beside me&lt;br /&gt;You see into the soul of me&lt;br /&gt;And your spirit sets me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DC]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been three years since we've been in love&lt;br /&gt;And you keep doin' things to show your proud of&lt;br /&gt;Thirty beauties in the room only me you see&lt;br /&gt;The confidence you give, lives in me&lt;br /&gt;I vow to never break your heart or never let you down&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, I'll always be around&lt;br /&gt;And with you here, to share my life so complete&lt;br /&gt;And because of you I know how it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463680226077584?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463680226077584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463680226077584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-love_01.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Love'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463678838474151</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:33:08.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Why You Acting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Japan bonus track]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyoncé:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chapter one&lt;br /&gt;LAX departure&lt;br /&gt;Flight 1106 he sat right next to me&lt;br /&gt;Chapter two&lt;br /&gt;He was cute so I asked him if he had a lucky lady claiming him&lt;br /&gt;Chapter three&lt;br /&gt;He made it clear that he was single&lt;br /&gt;And he was searching for a partner just like me&lt;br /&gt;Chapter four&lt;br /&gt;We landed and he said we just can’t end it&lt;br /&gt;Cuz he needed a little more time wit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks later we datin&lt;br /&gt;Taking me all kinda places&lt;br /&gt;Showing me thing I never seen&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda crazy&lt;br /&gt;I’m relating to this man so I gave him&lt;br /&gt;Every hidden secret part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohooh then it switched&lt;br /&gt;What is this overheard your messages&lt;br /&gt;When I questioned you, you said she’s a friend&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s funny that I’m runnin into you is that your group&lt;br /&gt;Nigga tell her I’m your main event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;Now you act like we weren’t doin it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your man&lt;br /&gt;I drove his whip, I bought his rims&lt;br /&gt;And I know its gone hurt you proving it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;You gone act like we weren’t doin it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your man&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;And I know its gone hurt you proving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m lying&lt;br /&gt;His Mama, Mrs. Parker&lt;br /&gt;And I sat down in the den and watched Comic View&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m lying&lt;br /&gt;His boxers&lt;br /&gt;He likes to wear Calvin Klein&lt;br /&gt;With the open front fly design size 32&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m lying&lt;br /&gt;I never could describe his birth mark&lt;br /&gt;If I never did let him hit and get into this&lt;br /&gt;Think I’m lying&lt;br /&gt;I can even tell you your size&lt;br /&gt;Cuz you left your bra behind in his bathroom   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weeks later we datin&lt;br /&gt;Taking me all kinda places&lt;br /&gt;Showing me thing I never seen&lt;br /&gt;It was kinda crazy&lt;br /&gt;I’m relating to this man so I gave him&lt;br /&gt;Every little secret part of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohooh then it switched&lt;br /&gt;What is this overheard your messages&lt;br /&gt;And I questioned you, you said she’s a friend&lt;br /&gt;Now it’s funny that I’m runnin into you is that your group&lt;br /&gt;Partner tell her I’m your main event&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;Now you act like we weren’t doin it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your man&lt;br /&gt;I drove his whip, I bought his rims&lt;br /&gt;And I know its gone hurt you proving it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;You gone act like we weren’t doin it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your man&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;And I know its gone hurt you proving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michelle:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you makin it harder&lt;br /&gt;For the other man&lt;br /&gt;When a real woman&lt;br /&gt;Try to let you in&lt;br /&gt;Now she lookin at me&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin I disrespect&lt;br /&gt;But thas not my way girl cuz I wasn’t raised like that&lt;br /&gt;You accusing me&lt;br /&gt;Should be checking him&lt;br /&gt;Insecure of me&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I dealt wit him&lt;br /&gt;Woman to woman I ain’t got time for foolishness&lt;br /&gt;I’m out the door&lt;br /&gt;This is my cue&lt;br /&gt;I can’t go through with this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;Now you act like we weren’t doin it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your man&lt;br /&gt;I drove his whip, I bought his rims&lt;br /&gt;And I know its gone hurt you proving it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Who I am&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;You gone act like we weren’t doin it&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your man&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;And I know its gone hurt you proving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Why you actin like you don’t know&lt;br /&gt;Girl I know your man&lt;br /&gt;After all the trips, all time we spent&lt;br /&gt;I know its gone hurt you proving i&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463678838474151?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463678838474151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463678838474151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-why-you-acting.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Why You Acting'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463676880712910</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:32:48.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been many years since I've been in love&lt;br /&gt;With a real man I had given up on love&lt;br /&gt;I didn't think a good man existed in this world&lt;br /&gt;I was tired, of searching&lt;br /&gt;Because of relationships I've dealt with in the past&lt;br /&gt;Couldn't fathom bein monogamous&lt;br /&gt;When I least expected it, I found you&lt;br /&gt;And because of you, I know how it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus A]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, and when I look into your eyes I see&lt;br /&gt;Love, pillow talking at night I can hear&lt;br /&gt;Love, ooh, the next mornin' make&lt;br /&gt;Love, I'm so in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you I live and love again&lt;br /&gt;Open the pact to happiness&lt;br /&gt;For you I learn to smile again&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for you&lt;br /&gt;For you I live and love again&lt;br /&gt;I trust you, just guide and take my hand&lt;br /&gt;For you I learn to smile again&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been three years since we've been in love&lt;br /&gt;And you keep doin' things to show your proud of&lt;br /&gt;Thirty beauties in the room only me you see&lt;br /&gt;The confidence you give, lives in me&lt;br /&gt;I vow to never break your heart or never let you down&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, I'll always be around&lt;br /&gt;And with you here, to share my life so complete&lt;br /&gt;And because of you I know how it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus A]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God&lt;br /&gt;For you&lt;br /&gt;Your loves amazing&lt;br /&gt;And like the rain it fell on me&lt;br /&gt;Wanting it more and more cause your loves in the air&lt;br /&gt;I breathe, lying beside me&lt;br /&gt;You see into the soul of me&lt;br /&gt;And your spirit sets me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DC]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now it's been three years since we've been in love&lt;br /&gt;And you keep doin' things to show your proud of&lt;br /&gt;Thirty beauties in the room only me you see&lt;br /&gt;The confidence you give, lives in me&lt;br /&gt;I vow to never break your heart or never let you down&lt;br /&gt;For better or worse, I'll always be around&lt;br /&gt;And with you here, to share my life so complete&lt;br /&gt;And because of you I know how it feels to be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus B]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463676880712910?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463676880712910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463676880712910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-love.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Love'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463675390040596</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:32:33.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Through With Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave my heart to you&lt;br /&gt;I gave up my friends like you said I should do&lt;br /&gt;Put aside my smile for you&lt;br /&gt;Threw out my dreams cause you said you didn't approve&lt;br /&gt;I gave my mind, compromise my life just to see I'd find&lt;br /&gt;you were trying hold me back slowly throwing me off my track&lt;br /&gt;disappointed again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm through with love, I'm through with , through with love,&lt;br /&gt;Through with, I'm through with love ,I'm through with, I'm through with love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally giving it up,&lt;br /&gt;I have given so much in the past for a love I never had&lt;br /&gt;I’m I'm through with love, I'm through with, through with love,&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally giving it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, there you go, comparing me,&lt;br /&gt;to every little model on the tv screen,&lt;br /&gt;oh there you go, complaining to me, cause I wanna spend time with my family,&lt;br /&gt;My esteem has gone down,&lt;br /&gt;You never wanna take me out,&lt;br /&gt;You make me feel dumb, And alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shared all my secrets with you&lt;br /&gt;even when it hurt to have told the truth&lt;br /&gt;paralyze my growth for you&lt;br /&gt;I gave you control that felt helpless without you&lt;br /&gt;Couldn’t have be your friend&lt;br /&gt;we weren’t happy cause with you see&lt;br /&gt;misery loves company&lt;br /&gt;you know this is love&lt;br /&gt;If this is love I don't want it any more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I feel so empty?&lt;br /&gt;I’m crying out for some stability&lt;br /&gt;you destroy my many insecurities&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking down someone pray for me&lt;br /&gt;He loves like no other not an ordinary love.&lt;br /&gt;He stole my joy he stole my courage lord I need your love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a new love; I found a new, found a new love&lt;br /&gt;I finally found it in God&lt;br /&gt;I've  given so much in the past (past)&lt;br /&gt;for a love I always had (had)&lt;br /&gt;I found a new, I found a new love, I found a new love,&lt;br /&gt;I found a new, found a new love&lt;br /&gt;I finally found it in god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463675390040596?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463675390040596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463675390040596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-through-with-love.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Through With Love'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463673754504366</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:32:17.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Free</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1- Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, wait a minute&lt;br /&gt;I think I got to take some time and clear my mind cause if I don't I might (scream)&lt;br /&gt;Scream out loud in a little bit&lt;br /&gt;I'm a tell you what I'm talking about Ladies (Ladies, ladies)&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;When you in love you give your everything&lt;br /&gt;(I'm tired of that happening)&lt;br /&gt;This time is for you and me&lt;br /&gt;You been doing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' do me&lt;br /&gt;Ladies help me sing it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Pre-chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You steady telling lies&lt;br /&gt;I stayed and pacified&lt;br /&gt;While I kept denying the truth&lt;br /&gt;You always here and there&lt;br /&gt;Finally I don't care&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to keep it real with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no feeling like being free&lt;br /&gt;When your mind's made up&lt;br /&gt;And your hearts in the right place, yeah&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no feeling like being free&lt;br /&gt;When you've done all you could&lt;br /&gt;But what's misunderstood&lt;br /&gt;(It's all good, it's all good)&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no feeling like being free&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an eagle set free&lt;br /&gt;And finally I'm looking out for me&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no feeling like being free&lt;br /&gt;Cause my minds amde up&lt;br /&gt;And my heart is in the right place, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2- Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold 'em up, wait a second&lt;br /&gt;I got to get something off my chest&lt;br /&gt;My happiness was our happiness, I lived and (breathed)&lt;br /&gt;You and all your needs&lt;br /&gt;Let me speak, it's best I do what's best for me&lt;br /&gt;Now ladies, (ladies)&lt;br /&gt;I got my mind back&lt;br /&gt;I been there and done that (no looking back no)&lt;br /&gt;Oh, this time is for me&lt;br /&gt;If you been doing you&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to do me&lt;br /&gt;I'm free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Pre-chorus 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is of the essence&lt;br /&gt;And it's much too short to waste another minute on you&lt;br /&gt;While you steady trying to hide&lt;br /&gt;I'm packing saying bye&lt;br /&gt;Thought you were my dream come true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge (Kelly)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No it ain't easy being left out (no)&lt;br /&gt;Or being forgotten about (being forgotten about)&lt;br /&gt;You don't deserve my love (my love)&lt;br /&gt;I've had enough set me free (free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3- (Michelle)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some loving (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Can I get some time (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;Loving in the morning (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And in the midnight hour (baby,baby)&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everyting you wanted (wanted)&lt;br /&gt;I gave you everything you needed (mmm)&lt;br /&gt;But you just didn't do right (no,no)&lt;br /&gt;So baby I'm leaving&lt;br /&gt;It feels good to be free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus Out]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463673754504366?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463673754504366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463673754504366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-free.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Free'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463672437415656</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:32:04.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - If</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Don't Pick Up The Phone Like I Use To (For You)&lt;br /&gt;Don't You take It Personal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Don't Do I All The Things That I Use To (To You)&lt;br /&gt;I Ain't Mad At You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Get To Feeling Stressed Up In Your Chest Thinking&lt;br /&gt;That You About To Lose (Baby It's True)&lt;br /&gt;And If you losing Out On Sleep Home Worrying About Me Ohhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;This How It Be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Don't No&lt;br /&gt;Now you Know You Going To Miss&lt;br /&gt;My Love&lt;br /&gt;And I Ain't Stressing Bout A Dawg On Thang&lt;br /&gt;Cause I was True When I Gave You&lt;br /&gt;My Love (My Love Yeahhh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Search You Will Never Find Another Love Like My Love&lt;br /&gt;You going To Miss Me I Ain't Got Time While You Sit Around&lt;br /&gt;And Play With my Love (My Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If You Think I Caught A Feeling When I Heard About That Other Chick&lt;br /&gt;(Noooooo) I Already New&lt;br /&gt;About It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Just Needed Time Just To Clear My Mind And Ask Myself (Why I Didn't Handle It)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And If You Would've Taken care Of Home,'Stead Of Leaving Me Alone Cause I Would Be Right There&lt;br /&gt;With You Taken Care Of You Steady loving You Like I Used To Do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There Was A Time I Blamed Myself&lt;br /&gt;But I Can See So clearly Now Cause You Are Gone&lt;br /&gt;That's How I Spend All My Time When You Weren't Home Playing  Around With Them Raggedy Hafers&lt;br /&gt;No More stressing, No more crying, No More Trying&lt;br /&gt;I Would Rather be Alone&lt;br /&gt;I'd Rather Be All By Myself&lt;br /&gt;Because This Valuable Heart Of Mine Was Yours Until I Realize Finally Opened My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You See Ladies, I Know, I Knew Better What Was I Thinking. He Going To Miss Me When I'm Gone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Until Song Fade]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463672437415656?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463672437415656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463672437415656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-if.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - If'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463671128665765</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:31:51.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1 Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take A Minute Girl Come Sit Down&lt;br /&gt;And Tell Us What's Been Happening&lt;br /&gt;In Your Face I Can See The Pain&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Try To Convince Us That You're Happy (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;We've Seen This All Before&lt;br /&gt;But He's Taking Advantage Of Your Passion&lt;br /&gt;Because We've Come Too Far&lt;br /&gt;For You To Feel Alone&lt;br /&gt;You Don't Let Him Walk Over Your Heart&lt;br /&gt;I'm Telling You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I Can Tell You've Been Crying&lt;br /&gt;And You Needing Somebody To Talk To&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I Can Tell He's Been Lying&lt;br /&gt;And Pretending That He's Faithful And He Loves You&lt;br /&gt;Girl, You Don't Have To Be Hiding&lt;br /&gt;Don't You Be Ashamed To Say He Hurt You&lt;br /&gt;I'm Your Girl, You're My Girl, We're You're Girls&lt;br /&gt;Want You To Know That We Love You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2 Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See What You All Don't Know About Him&lt;br /&gt;Is I Can't Let Him Go Because He Needs Me&lt;br /&gt;It Ain't Really Him It's Stress From His Job&lt;br /&gt;And I Ain't Making It Easy&lt;br /&gt;I Know You See Him Bugging On Me Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But I Know He Be Tired He Don't Mean It&lt;br /&gt;It Gets Hard Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;But I Need My Man&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Think Ya'll Understand&lt;br /&gt;I'm Telling You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, Take A Good Look At Yourself&lt;br /&gt;He Got You Going Through Hell&lt;br /&gt;We Ain't Never Seen You Down Like This&lt;br /&gt;What You Mean You Don't Need Our Help?&lt;br /&gt;We Known Eachother Too Well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463671128665765?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463671128665765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463671128665765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-girl.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Girl'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463669784855135</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:31:37.846-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Bad Habit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times&lt;br /&gt;Are you gonna apologize about the same thing&lt;br /&gt;And how many times can I take you back&lt;br /&gt;When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong&lt;br /&gt;(When I'm not the one that's doin' wrong, yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I thought maybe if I started prayin'&lt;br /&gt;That we would get better, but&lt;br /&gt;When I would pray the answer would always come back to me bein' done&lt;br /&gt;But we are so hard headed when we're in love&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told myself that I would make some changes&lt;br /&gt;But the more I change there's one thing that remains the same&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to shake ya&lt;br /&gt;You seem to really have a hold on me&lt;br /&gt;And everytime that we break up&lt;br /&gt;We turn around and make up&lt;br /&gt;This can't go on now&lt;br /&gt;I gotta move on now&lt;br /&gt;It's not the fact that I don't love you no more&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta break this bad habit&lt;br /&gt;Can't take his bad habit no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm totally out of my element&lt;br /&gt;Learnin' new ways to live, while your in a comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;Not even thinkin, (you couldn't think about me) to call&lt;br /&gt;And then when I get mad you buy me gifts&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' it's gonna solve every issue&lt;br /&gt;From the girl callin my phone, to the pictures that I saw&lt;br /&gt;And every time you would break up with me for nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;I've takin all I could take (I've takin all I could take)&lt;br /&gt;But the way I live has gotta change, oh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me break it down&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br /&gt;So much that you was just to blind to see&lt;br /&gt;Past, all of the pain they was causin' you&lt;br /&gt;Ladies do you feel me (do you feel me)&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever loved somebody&lt;br /&gt;So much that you went against the right things that you should do&lt;br /&gt;Then it's time to make a change&lt;br /&gt;So I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463669784855135?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463669784855135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463669784855135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-bad-habit.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Bad Habit'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463668616047821</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:31:26.160-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Is there a reason</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1 Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Thought That This Was Something (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;Promising That One Day&lt;br /&gt;It Would Turn Into Something (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;I Thought The Feelings Were Mutual&lt;br /&gt;And I Didn't Have To Guess&lt;br /&gt;Started Being Skeptical&lt;br /&gt;Always Unavailable&lt;br /&gt;Like You Didn't Know&lt;br /&gt;But Now I'm Feeling Something (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;It's Telling Me This May Not Be The Real Something (Yes)&lt;br /&gt;But You Was Showing Me&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm Ready And You Running&lt;br /&gt;Damn You Got Me Open Now&lt;br /&gt;Feeling Like I'm Choking Now&lt;br /&gt;Where Am I To Go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[PreChorus Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Can't&lt;br /&gt;Believe The Way That You Can Feel My Heart&lt;br /&gt;And I Can't&lt;br /&gt;Believe The Way You Make Me Fall So Hard&lt;br /&gt;Stop Playing&lt;br /&gt;How Could You Let It Go This Far?&lt;br /&gt;If You Had Doubts That I Wasn't The One&lt;br /&gt;And You Said&lt;br /&gt;That You're The Type To Take It Slow&lt;br /&gt;And You Said&lt;br /&gt;Before I Step I'll Let You Know&lt;br /&gt;Stop Playing&lt;br /&gt;Before You Let Me See You With Her&lt;br /&gt;You Could Have Told Me A Change Was Going To Come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is She The Reason You Don't Call Me Like You Use To?&lt;br /&gt;Fall Through My Hood Like You Use To&lt;br /&gt;Or Put It On Me Hard Like You Use To Do&lt;br /&gt;I Feel In My Mind What's Going On&lt;br /&gt;But My Heart Won't Let Me Go Until I Know&lt;br /&gt;Is She The Reason My Calls Didn't Reach You?&lt;br /&gt;The Deepest Of My Love Couldn't Please You&lt;br /&gt;Or Bring It To Me Home Like You Use To Do&lt;br /&gt;Seeing Her Falling For Your Charm&lt;br /&gt;Got Me Feeling Like I Wasn't Good Enough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2 Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I Know We Not Official (No)&lt;br /&gt;But Us Being Official Ain't Never Been An Issue (No)&lt;br /&gt;It Came Down To Us&lt;br /&gt;Boy Remember We Were Different&lt;br /&gt;We Said That We'd Talk&lt;br /&gt;If We Ever Had Problems About Anything&lt;br /&gt;I Was Cool With No Commitment (Wait)&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Take That Back&lt;br /&gt;It Was You, So I Was With It (See)&lt;br /&gt;Guess I Didn't Get&lt;br /&gt;When You Showed You Didn't Miss It&lt;br /&gt;Not It Seems That Your Interest Ain't Here&lt;br /&gt;And We Ain't The Same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[PreChorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All You Had To Say Was This Ain't What You Want&lt;br /&gt;I Wouldn't Be So Hurt And I Could Just Move On&lt;br /&gt;You Had Me Believing, Everything Was My Fault&lt;br /&gt;But I Can See Now&lt;br /&gt;It's A Situation That I Must Let Go&lt;br /&gt;Cause You Ain't Going To Me A Man And Let Me Know&lt;br /&gt;I Guess Me Seeing You With Her&lt;br /&gt;Says It All&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus Out]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463668616047821?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463668616047821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463668616047821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-is-there-reason.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Is there a reason'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463667128395781</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:31:11.283-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - T-shirt</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Spoken Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey Baby&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Could See What I Have On Right Now&lt;br /&gt;You So Sexy&lt;br /&gt;Imagine How Intense It Would Be&lt;br /&gt;To Hold Me Right Now&lt;br /&gt;Our Song's Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1 Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Night, When You're Far And I'm Alone&lt;br /&gt;I Feel The Fabric From Your T-Shirt&lt;br /&gt;Close To My Body&lt;br /&gt;I Can Still Hear Your Baritone&lt;br /&gt;In My Ear Telling Me You'll Take It Slow&lt;br /&gt;And I Was In The Mirror Playing A Roll&lt;br /&gt;Like You Work It, I Couldn't Turn Me On&lt;br /&gt;So I Fell Asleep With The Music On&lt;br /&gt;Woke Up Again Hearing The Same Old Song, Playing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[PreChorus Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Give It To Me Deeper&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Giving Me The Fever&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Now You Got My Feet Up&lt;br /&gt;This One Is A Keeper&lt;br /&gt;Now The Second Verse Is Playing&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) We Tried To Stand Up&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) Hold Me While My Hands Up&lt;br /&gt;(Oh) And The Music Picks Up&lt;br /&gt;Fantasies Were Shook Up&lt;br /&gt;I'm Thinking To Myself Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When You're Not Here (I Sleep In Your T-Shirt)&lt;br /&gt;I Wish You Were Here (To Take Off Your T-Shirt)&lt;br /&gt;After We Make Love (I Sleep In Your T-Shirt)&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up In Your T-Shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Still Smell The Scent Of Your Cologne&lt;br /&gt;When I Need Your Feel (I Sleep In Your T-Shirt)&lt;br /&gt;I Need Help (To Take Off Your T-Shirt)&lt;br /&gt;After We Make Love (I Sleep In Your T-Shirt)&lt;br /&gt;Wake Up In Your T-Shirt,&lt;br /&gt;Still Smell The Scent Of Your Cologne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2 Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside I Hear The Rain On My Windowpane&lt;br /&gt;Hold Up A Minute, Thought I Heard Your Name&lt;br /&gt;My Mind, Playing Tricks On Me Again&lt;br /&gt;I Hear Knocks On The Door, Is That Baby Home&lt;br /&gt;Why Couldn't It Be Reality?&lt;br /&gt;Looked At The Clock It Says 4:03&lt;br /&gt;At Nine, He'll Be Arriving On A Plane&lt;br /&gt;Then We'll Be Making Love And Hearing The Song Again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[PreChorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Boy I've Been Waiting&lt;br /&gt;Now My Body's Shaking&lt;br /&gt;You're So Deep, Baby Please, Take It Easy&lt;br /&gt;I Look At Your Face And&lt;br /&gt;Got My Heart Racing&lt;br /&gt;You're So Deep, Baby Please, Take It Easy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Spoken Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep It Right There&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Wait, Wait, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Keep It Right There&lt;br /&gt;You Driving Me Crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus Out]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463667128395781?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463667128395781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463667128395781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-t-shirt.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - T-shirt'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463665761558516</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:30:57.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Cater to you</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1 Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I See You Working Hard&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Let You Know I'm Proud,&lt;br /&gt;Let You Know That I Admire What You Do&lt;br /&gt;Don't Know If I Need To Reassure You, My Life Would Be Purposeless Without You (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;If I Want It (Got It)&lt;br /&gt;When I Ask You (You Provide It)&lt;br /&gt;You Inspire Me To Be Better&lt;br /&gt;You Challenge Me For The Better&lt;br /&gt;Sit Back And Let Me Pour Out My Love Letter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Help You&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Shoes&lt;br /&gt;Untie You Shoestrings&lt;br /&gt;Take Off Your Cufflinks (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;What You Want To Eat Boo? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Feed You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Run Your Bathwater&lt;br /&gt;Whatever You Desire, I'll Supply Ya&lt;br /&gt;Sing You A Song&lt;br /&gt;Turn My Game On&lt;br /&gt;I'll Brush Your Hair&lt;br /&gt;Help Put Your Do Rag On&lt;br /&gt;Want A Foot Rub? (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Want A Manicure?&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm Yours I Want To Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause Baby This Is Your Day&lt;br /&gt;Do Anything For My Man&lt;br /&gt;Baby You Blow Me Away&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your Dessert, And So Much More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want Just Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Inspire Me From The Heart,&lt;br /&gt;Can't Nothing Tear Us Apart&lt;br /&gt;You're All That I Want In A Man;&lt;br /&gt;I Put My Life In Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;I Got Your Slippers, Your Dinner, Your  Dessert, And So Much More&lt;br /&gt;Anything You Want, I Want To Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2 Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I'm Happy You're Home,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Hold You In My Arms&lt;br /&gt;I Just Want To Take The Stress Away From You&lt;br /&gt;Making Sure That I'm Doing My Part (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Boy Is There Something You Need Me To Do (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;If You Want It (I Got It)&lt;br /&gt;Say The Word (I Will Try It)&lt;br /&gt;I Know Whatever I'm Not Fulfilling (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Another Woman Is Willing (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;I'm Going To Fulfill Your Mind, Body, And Spirit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Promise You (Promise You)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep Myself Up (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Remain The Same Chick (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;You Fell In Love With (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep It Tight, I'll Keep My Figure Right&lt;br /&gt;I'll Keep My Hair Fixed, Keep Rocking The Hottest Outfits&lt;br /&gt;When You Come Home Late Tap Me On My Shoulder, I'll Roll Over&lt;br /&gt;Baby I Heard You, I'm Here To Serve You (I'm Lovin It, I'm Lovin It)&lt;br /&gt;If It's Love You Need, To Give It Is My Joy&lt;br /&gt;All I Want To Do, Is Cater To You Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Give You My Breath, My Strength, My Will To Be Here&lt;br /&gt;That's The Least I Can Do,&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Through The Good (Good)&lt;br /&gt;The Bad (Through The Bad)&lt;br /&gt;The Ups And Downs (Ups And Downs)&lt;br /&gt;I'll Still Be Here For You&lt;br /&gt;Let Me Cater To You&lt;br /&gt;Cause You're Beautiful (You're Beautiful)&lt;br /&gt;I Love The Way You Are (You Are)&lt;br /&gt;Fulfill Your Every Desire (Desire)&lt;br /&gt;Your Wish Is My Command (Command)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man&lt;br /&gt;Your Heart (Your Heart)&lt;br /&gt;So Pure Your Love Shines Through(Shines Through)&lt;br /&gt;The Darkness We'll Get Through (So Much)&lt;br /&gt;So Much Of Me Is You (Is You)&lt;br /&gt;I Want To Cater To My Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus Out]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463665761558516?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463665761558516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463665761558516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-cater-to-you.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Cater to you'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463664330933397</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:30:43.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Soldier</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[1st Rap: T.I (DC)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;(I want a Soldier!)&lt;br /&gt;The way you got it, I'm the hottest around&lt;br /&gt;They'll know it when they see you rollin' impala's around&lt;br /&gt;(I got a Soldier!)&lt;br /&gt;Wit the top down feeling the sounds&lt;br /&gt;Quakin' and vibratin' your thighs ridin' harder than guys&lt;br /&gt;Wit the chrome wheels at the bottom, white leather inside&lt;br /&gt;When them flames be spittin' at you tell 'em don't even try it&lt;br /&gt;To shot it wit Chelle and kick it wit Kelly or holla at B&lt;br /&gt;Ya, gotta be g's you way outta your league&lt;br /&gt;Please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[First Verse: Kelly (DC)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like dem boys that be in them lac's leanin' (Leanin')&lt;br /&gt;Open their mouth their grill gleamin' (Gleamin')&lt;br /&gt;Candy paint, keep that whip clean and (Clean and)&lt;br /&gt;(They always be talkin that country slang, we like)&lt;br /&gt;They keep that beat that be in the back beatin' (Beatin')&lt;br /&gt;Eyes be so low from that chief (chief and)&lt;br /&gt;I love how he keep my body screamin' (Screamin')&lt;br /&gt;A rude boy that's good to me, wit street credibility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook: DC]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your status ain't hood&lt;br /&gt;I ain't checkin' for him&lt;br /&gt;Betta be street if he lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;I need a soldier&lt;br /&gt;That ain't scared to stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;Known to carry big things&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;If your status ain't hood&lt;br /&gt;I ain't checkin' for him&lt;br /&gt;Betta be street if he looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I need a soldier&lt;br /&gt;That ain't scared to stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know to get dough&lt;br /&gt;And he betta be street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Second Verse: Beyonce (DC)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like dem boys up top from the BK (BK)&lt;br /&gt;Know how to flip that money three ways (Three ways)&lt;br /&gt;Always ridin' big on the freeway (Freeway)&lt;br /&gt;(Wit that east coast slang that us country girls be like)&lt;br /&gt;Low cut caesars wit the deep waves (deep waves)&lt;br /&gt;So quick to snatch up your Beyonce (Beyonce)&lt;br /&gt;Always comin down poppin our way (Our way)&lt;br /&gt;(Tellin us that country girls the kinda girl they like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook: DC]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your status ain't hood&lt;br /&gt;I ain't checkin' for him&lt;br /&gt;Betta be street if he lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;I need a soldier&lt;br /&gt;That ain't scared to stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;Known to carry big things&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;If your status ain't hood&lt;br /&gt;I ain't checkin' for him&lt;br /&gt;Betta be street if he looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I need a soldier&lt;br /&gt;That ain't scared to stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know to get dough&lt;br /&gt;And he betta be street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge: Beyonce (DC):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)&lt;br /&gt;They wanna take care of me (Where they at)&lt;br /&gt;I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind takin one for me (Where they at)&lt;br /&gt;I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)&lt;br /&gt;They wanna spend that on me (Where they at)&lt;br /&gt;I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind puttin that on me (Where they at)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[2nd Rap: Lil Wayne]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, see cash money is a army&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' wit purple hearts on me&lt;br /&gt;You talkin' to the sargeant&lt;br /&gt;Body marked up like the subway in harlem&lt;br /&gt;Call him, weezy f baby, please say the baby&lt;br /&gt;If you don't see me on the block I ain't tryna hide&lt;br /&gt;I blend in wit the hood, i'm camouflage&lt;br /&gt;Bandana tied, so mommy join my troop&lt;br /&gt;Now every time she hear my name she say whoomp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3: Michelle (DC)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like dem boys over there they lookin' strong tonight (Strong tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Just might give one the phone tonight (Phone tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Homey in the dickies in my zone tonight (Zone tonight)&lt;br /&gt;He don't know it might be on tonight (On tonight)&lt;br /&gt;Ooh he lookin' good and he talkin' right (Talkin' right)&lt;br /&gt;He the type that might change my life (Change my life)&lt;br /&gt;Everytime he look at me my girls be like (Girls be like)&lt;br /&gt;(That one may be the one tonight)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook: DC]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your status ain't hood&lt;br /&gt;I ain't checkin' for him&lt;br /&gt;Betta be street if he lookin' at me&lt;br /&gt;I need a soldier&lt;br /&gt;That ain't scared to stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;Known to carry big things&lt;br /&gt;If you know what I mean&lt;br /&gt;If your status ain't hood&lt;br /&gt;I ain't checkin' for him&lt;br /&gt;Betta be street if he looking at me&lt;br /&gt;I need a soldier&lt;br /&gt;That ain't scared to stand up for me&lt;br /&gt;Gotta know to get dough&lt;br /&gt;And he betta be street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge: Beyonce (DC):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)&lt;br /&gt;They wanna take care of me (Where they at)&lt;br /&gt;I know some soldiers in here (Where they at, where they at)&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't mind puttin that on me (Where they at)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463664330933397?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463664330933397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463664330933397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-soldier.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Soldier'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110463661507161843</id><published>2005-01-01T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-01T19:30:15.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Destiny's Child - Lost My Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep up?&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy, make me lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;Bring the noise, make me lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)&lt;br /&gt;Can you keep up?&lt;br /&gt;Baby boy, make me lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;Bring the noise, make me lose my breath&lt;br /&gt;Hit me Hard, make me lose my (Hah Hah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Beyonce]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOh&lt;br /&gt;I put it right there, made it easy for you to get to&lt;br /&gt;Now you wanna act like ya don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;After I done everything that you asked me&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed you, grind you, liked you, tried you&lt;br /&gt;Moved so fast baby now I can't find you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOh&lt;br /&gt;I'm startin' to believe that I'm way too much for you&lt;br /&gt;All that talk but it seems like it can't come through&lt;br /&gt;All them lies like you could satisfy me,&lt;br /&gt;Now I see where believing you got me&lt;br /&gt;Gave you the wheel, but you can't drive me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOh&lt;br /&gt;Two things I don't like when I tryin' to get my groove&lt;br /&gt;Is a partna that meets me only half way and just can't prove&lt;br /&gt;Take me out so deep when you know you can't swim&lt;br /&gt;Need a lifeguard and I need protection&lt;br /&gt;So put it on me deep in the right direction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OOOh&lt;br /&gt;You understand the facts that I'm tryin' to give to you&lt;br /&gt;You movin' so slow like you just don't have a clue&lt;br /&gt;Didn't mama teach you to give affection?&lt;br /&gt;You're the difference of a man and an adolescent&lt;br /&gt;It ain't you boo, so get tha steppin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Michelle]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't make me say OOO&lt;br /&gt;Like the beat of this drum&lt;br /&gt;Why you ask for some and you really want none&lt;br /&gt;If you can't make me say OOO&lt;br /&gt;Like the beat of this groove&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[All]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have no business in this here's your papers&lt;br /&gt;Baby you are dismissed, dismissed, dismissed, dismissed, dismissed, dismissed, dismissed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110463661507161843?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463661507161843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110463661507161843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2005/01/destinys-child-lost-my-breath.html' title='Destiny&apos;s Child - Lost My Breath'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447718004808222</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:13:00.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Down In Da Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, uhh, uhh, uhh&lt;br /&gt;Diamond and heavy metal rocker, eight-tray hopper&lt;br /&gt;+Silkk+ headliner, ain't No Limit to how I +Shock+ ya&lt;br /&gt;All chrome dated, they suberb when I drop her&lt;br /&gt;All these haters, they suberb when I cock the&lt;br /&gt;Nah I ain't gon' tell ya (uh-uh) I keep that to myself&lt;br /&gt;But you gon' see it if you don't let me keep it to myself&lt;br /&gt;Don't make me start man, I'm from the heartland&lt;br /&gt;Where they might shoot you up (ohh) it's not your heart layin&lt;br /&gt;Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water&lt;br /&gt;Man look hurr homie, I'm from the "Show Me"&lt;br /&gt;And uh, you need to show me what you talkin about&lt;br /&gt;What all that gawkin about, or you just runnin your mouth&lt;br /&gt;I'm off the banks of that M-I-crooked letter-crooked letter-I&lt;br /&gt;The hump back girls with thighs&lt;br /&gt;Where they be built like bricks, praised for bein thick&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe skinny like a stick, but they fine as shit&lt;br /&gt;I stay..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stay wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order&lt;br /&gt;(Shhhh, keep it quiet now)&lt;br /&gt;Wayyyyyyyyyyyyyyy down in da water.. yeah&lt;br /&gt;Off the banks of the muddy Mississippi ready to put that ass in order&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ali]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, check, yo&lt;br /&gt;You gettin close to me when you hit them rocks on the banks&lt;br /&gt;So grab your flippers, goggles and oxygen tank&lt;br /&gt;Go grab a wet suit, check your regulator soon&lt;br /&gt;Cause we pack spear guns and give niggaz harpoons&lt;br /&gt;Then we - flood the streets, oh how they - lovin me&lt;br /&gt;Come through in the Buick sittin so - love-ly&lt;br /&gt;We like some catfish lobsters, ghetto-fied mobstas&lt;br /&gt;Dress sharp, smile in your face and still rob (ho)&lt;br /&gt;I'm natural wit it (wit it) Supreme actual factual wit it (wit it)&lt;br /&gt;I got them gats you got to get it, you and them cats got to get it&lt;br /&gt;Get it.. (brrrrrap, pow pow pow, brrrrrap)&lt;br /&gt;.. I'm concrete booted, all khaki Dickie suited&lt;br /&gt;RUN FOR COVER!  Somebody call up the Guinness&lt;br /&gt;Book of World Records, tell 'em we poppin tremendous&lt;br /&gt;Dirty we big truckin with weapons of mass destruction&lt;br /&gt;It's the muddy St. Louis, get to it, cash is nothin&lt;br /&gt;It go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Gube Thug]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo.. I'm from the land of kick do's&lt;br /&gt;Where niggaz come through your window with pistols&lt;br /&gt;like Bruh Man off the fifth flo'&lt;br /&gt;See the way the wrist glow, sick flow&lt;br /&gt;Better yet, turn off the lights, I'll turn this bitch into a disco&lt;br /&gt;Hood crime highly infested&lt;br /&gt;Check your rap, rock and pop stations; Gube Thug, highly requested&lt;br /&gt;And my gun like Chris, you know I'm gon' +Tucker+&lt;br /&gt;In a Spider Modena, the color of Apple Pucker&lt;br /&gt;And the game from the veterans, righteous bars&lt;br /&gt;I'm in it for longevity, stripes and stars&lt;br /&gt;And the world might change if ever I quit blessin it&lt;br /&gt;Just use my illest verse to throw in the New Testament&lt;br /&gt;I got a need for speed like Jeff Gordon&lt;br /&gt;Shot hoops in size 10, it's just Jordan&lt;br /&gt;Plus, I should be a warden the way I lock cells&lt;br /&gt;Might, catch me hoppin outta the truck, blowin the L&lt;br /&gt;We yellin..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - repeat to fade]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447718004808222?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447718004808222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447718004808222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-down-in-da-water.html' title='Nelly - Down In Da Water'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447716634775860</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:12:46.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Playa</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Yeahhayyy, yeahhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Havoc]&lt;/i&gt; Yeah, uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Yeahhayyy, yeahhayyy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Havoc]&lt;/i&gt; Yeah.. fo' sho'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Yeahh!  Yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Mmmm-mmm-mmm, mmmm-mmm-mmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Uhh, yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Havoc]&lt;/i&gt; M-O-B-B baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Wooooooooo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Uhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Havoc]&lt;/i&gt; Yeah! Right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Uhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Havoc]&lt;/i&gt; Let's do this, one time baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Uhhhh..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Havoc]&lt;/i&gt; Yea-yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Missy]&lt;/i&gt; Yah..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Havoc]&lt;/i&gt; Yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse One: Havoc]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whattup ma, the name H doe, I'm into pesos&lt;br /&gt;V.I.P. and champagne by the caseloads&lt;br /&gt;Doubles get you from that bar, and get you right&lt;br /&gt;Or get you bent, whatever you like&lt;br /&gt;I'm not into wifin - no sir&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna beat it up, hear the kitty-cat purr&lt;br /&gt;The whip or the tail, whichever you prefer&lt;br /&gt;The crib off limits, got wifey durr&lt;br /&gt;Got a man home beast, then be easy ma&lt;br /&gt;She don't know how to creep, I be teachin ma&lt;br /&gt;I got jars of that haze, yeah I'll show you how to twist&lt;br /&gt;Get it tight but not too tight, it's all in the lick&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you which end to burn, how to spot that trick&lt;br /&gt;All you need is the will to learn&lt;br /&gt;.. and some good trees to burn&lt;br /&gt;Relax, you'll be straight like a perm, word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: Missy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need a man, who's up on his game&lt;br /&gt;And can give me some affection, satisfy me many ways&lt;br /&gt;Are you the one to do it for me playa?&lt;br /&gt;(Are you the one to do it for me playa?)&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe I can hook up witcha later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse Two: Prodigy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe girl you now rockin with strength, Infamous Thugs is nuttin to slug&lt;br /&gt;Anyone, they try to ruin our fun&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna scare you away, I'm sayin whassup&lt;br /&gt;Tell your friends come over here, and party with us&lt;br /&gt;If y'all from the hood, y'all gon' love our ways&lt;br /&gt;Cause we got money, and we still the same way&lt;br /&gt;Go 'head, do that dance, and you can feel free&lt;br /&gt;To be you and just do you, everything's great&lt;br /&gt;Yeah tonight we gon' have a little too much to drink&lt;br /&gt;Just leave your car in the lot, so you can feel safe&lt;br /&gt;We gon' party 'til six then take it to my place&lt;br /&gt;Then later on I'll have a car bring you back safe&lt;br /&gt;I ain't into games, I'll give it to you straight&lt;br /&gt;We can have a part time love, I just want it straight&lt;br /&gt;Really doe, I changed doe, not no dames&lt;br /&gt;So however you wanna call it, it's okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse Three: Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, uhh, aiy&lt;br /&gt;Check it, check it, check it&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl right here is where you need to be&lt;br /&gt;You better duck cause the bottles pop easily&lt;br /&gt;Go and get your other friends, cause you comin with me&lt;br /&gt;Derrty E-N-T with the M-O-B&lt;br /&gt;See, no respect for the +Country Grammar+&lt;br /&gt;So I kick the Dunn language, the response was better&lt;br /&gt;We like, 'Dunn' did it, 'Dunn' hit it, 'Dunn' split it&lt;br /&gt;Everything hon wanted, Dunn was with it&lt;br /&gt;She like to see me doo-rag'd and me ball-cap'd&lt;br /&gt;She like to see me tailored, Gator'd, slacked&lt;br /&gt;In fact, I see you lookin through the windshield wipers&lt;br /&gt;As the rain hit the windows on the blue Dodge Viper&lt;br /&gt;The sniper, not never but hit ya from long range&lt;br /&gt;Check it, got haters like X had Brother Baines&lt;br /&gt;Used to have quarter thangs but now I got quarter games&lt;br /&gt;Got a quarter of a movie, here come {?} trains&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse Four: Missy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tryin to be your girlfriend (you dig)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't even tryin to lock you in&lt;br /&gt;There's no need for us to pretend&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather spend yo' dividends&lt;br /&gt;You and me can be lover friends&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather keep this between us two&lt;br /&gt;Let me know when you wanna begin&lt;br /&gt;And let me tell you what I want from you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447716634775860?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447716634775860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447716634775860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-playa.html' title='Nelly - Playa'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447710724358930</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:11:47.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Spida Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That motherfucker was horrific&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was, yes it was&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sittttttttttin, on the hillllllllll&lt;br /&gt;Countin my, DOUGH&lt;br /&gt;Milllion-two, million-three, million-four&lt;br /&gt;Five million, six million, seven million more&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a knock knock, who's there?&lt;br /&gt;It's yo' friendly neighborhood Cad leanin and M.O. beamin Spida Man&lt;br /&gt;So bewurr&lt;br /&gt;Come take a look up in the sky, you can't lie&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel it when it&lt;br /&gt;Sittttttttttin, on the hillllllllll&lt;br /&gt;Countin my, DOUGH&lt;br /&gt;Milllion-two, million-three, million-four&lt;br /&gt;Five million, six million, seven million more&lt;br /&gt;Then I heard a knock knock, who's there?&lt;br /&gt;It's yo' friendly neighborhood Cad leanin and M.O. beamin Spida Man&lt;br /&gt;So bewurr (bewurr)&lt;br /&gt;Come take a look up in the sky, you can't lie&lt;br /&gt;I know you feel it when it (KNOCK KNOCK)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in cellars, I used to coke a sellah&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred million fella, call me a fo'tune tella&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get over Eazy, like they was Jerry Heller&lt;br /&gt;I never want to jail-ah, cause I'm too slick a fella&lt;br /&gt;Seen me on wheels befo', man you should see me now&lt;br /&gt;It might be hard though, because I sit too high&lt;br /&gt;I sit up on the hill, but I'm still down to earth&lt;br /&gt;I'm like the Rams man I'm at the best when on my turf&lt;br /&gt;You watch your girl flirt, you watch your girl tease&lt;br /&gt;You think your girl want cheese?  Then check your girl knees&lt;br /&gt;You need to check her needs, befo' I check 'em for ya&lt;br /&gt;Cause once I check her needs, she won't be checkin for ya&lt;br /&gt;You hear a KNOCK KNOCK, who is it that's, payin a visit&lt;br /&gt;She's, goin ballistic while he's, sippin on her Mystic&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, it's the exquisite one named Mo, or short for Moses&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll go back to countin my money now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I don't come to the hood, what do the fuck they know?&lt;br /&gt;Who else drivin that Bentley, out there in front of Wo's&lt;br /&gt;Sittin out in front of Tandy, I got my phone handy&lt;br /&gt;Give me the numbers I'ma call 'em, you been missin for 'em&lt;br /&gt;I'm buyin bikes for tykes, there'll be some uniforms&lt;br /&gt;While they just rap about we fo' sho' fo' kids and show 'em&lt;br /&gt;At elementary schools, the day of show and tell&lt;br /&gt;We didn't come to show, mo' like we came to tell&lt;br /&gt;Tell 'em how to keep it strong, on how to keep it tight&lt;br /&gt;To tell they right from wrong, to turn your wrong right&lt;br /&gt;Watch all they words and actions, thoughts companies and habits&lt;br /&gt;Leave them tricks for rabbits, that greed for the savage&lt;br /&gt;And you can make it happen, if you just don't give up&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee that you can be that anything you want&lt;br /&gt;Give 'em that real talk, show 'em that real walk&lt;br /&gt;And maybe one day you can be like me, somewhurr&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KNOCK KNOCK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447710724358930?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447710724358930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447710724358930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-spida-man.html' title='Nelly - Spida Man'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447709446535693</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:11:34.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Another One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Intro]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(This, is, Derty E-N-T, Bassment Beat Productions)&lt;br /&gt;Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, sing that shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh!  You can search in the gutter down low&lt;br /&gt;You can even wait 'til the mountain comes down&lt;br /&gt;And if you wanna wait 'til the river runs dry&lt;br /&gt;But you'll never find another one&lt;br /&gt;You can search around the whole damn globe&lt;br /&gt;Search from in the North, to the East, Westside&lt;br /&gt;I bet your bottom dime&lt;br /&gt;No matter what you do, you'll never find another one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo this chronic got me to', I try to shake it and break it&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin it won't go, I went to see the doctor&lt;br /&gt;X-rays it won't show, I even wrapped myself up in blankets&lt;br /&gt;Just like a cold cause I'm so sick-wid-it&lt;br /&gt;It just happened on a song, I feel it in my eyes&lt;br /&gt;My urrs and in my nose, my fingers and my toes&lt;br /&gt;Translated into flows, man rap gon' need a facelift&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so hungry I can taste it&lt;br /&gt;Imagine me up in the sto', somewhere behind the counter&lt;br /&gt;pushin buttons on the drawer, like doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo&lt;br /&gt;Chk-chicka, here you go, please come another day&lt;br /&gt;I waited a lot of winter days and summer nights to rock the mic&lt;br /&gt;City locked down, right before me and the other 'Tics went down&lt;br /&gt;You fuckin right it went down&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin right I drink Crown, fuckin right we move crowds&lt;br /&gt;It's a Derty E-N-T thang, want ya pretty sweet thang&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said I like the way you do that right thurr - uh&lt;br /&gt;You just remember why you do that right thurr - uh&lt;br /&gt;I made it tight to be country, they thought country was bummy&lt;br /&gt;Until country start makin money, now they all in Kentucky&lt;br /&gt;Oklahomas and Nashvilles, they givin out record deals&lt;br /&gt;(They eventually had their shot) man they been had skills&lt;br /&gt;But leave it up to Moses, cause he gon' lead us out&lt;br /&gt;I made the world accept on how we speak and how we shout&lt;br /&gt;I started that whassup dirty, that dirty how ya doin&lt;br /&gt;I let the dirty go up and now niggaz runnin through it&lt;br /&gt;Huh, that's why I did it - mayne, just don't forget it - mayne&lt;br /&gt;The whole world know I killed it but I still get acquited - mayne&lt;br /&gt;I'm a thoroughbred, with some thorough bread&lt;br /&gt;I got a thorough chick waitin with some thorough head&lt;br /&gt;I'ma pro model, I'm fitted for the new era ranks&lt;br /&gt;I should move to Bel-Air the way I +Phillip Banks+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a pair of black nines and I'm - the man&lt;br /&gt;I said a pair of black nines make 'em - jump man&lt;br /&gt;I push your wig from the back to the - front man&lt;br /&gt;Just cause I'm peaceful don't mistake me for no - punk man&lt;br /&gt;Shit I'ma come clean, I should sleep on the triple beam&lt;br /&gt;I'm too damn dope nigga to hang around fiends&lt;br /&gt;Plus a team, playa, I never play the team&lt;br /&gt;Cause even if I win, we all gettin rings&lt;br /&gt;We all gon' bling whether I rap or sing&lt;br /&gt;Matter of fact, I should hit a note now just for the hell of it&lt;br /&gt;Ohhhhhhh-e-ohh, HOE, ohhhhhhh-oh, oh&lt;br /&gt;I'm a muh'fucka, a motherfucker muh'fucka&lt;br /&gt;Have my son daddy uncle newphew brother muh-fucka&lt;br /&gt;I'ma low pro arsenal, and you can ask&lt;br /&gt;SoundScan or ASCAP if you doubtin yo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447709446535693?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447709446535693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447709446535693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-another-one.html' title='Nelly - Another One'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447708023563545</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:11:20.236-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Getcha Getcha</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (HO!) (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See the band played on&lt;br /&gt;(Getcha, getcha, getcha, I better getcha)&lt;br /&gt;And they was singin my song&lt;br /&gt;(Getcha, getcha, getcha, gonna getcha, right?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Repeat x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the band play on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got them folks on the left, man they going like (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;I got them folks on the right, and they be screaming like (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;I got them folks in the back, man they be yelling like (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;I got them folks down front, waving they hands like (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kyjuan]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we gonna do about the middle, man? (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;They get it swinging, juke jumping, a little man (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the middle man, watch dirty entertain (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Capacity ten thousand, we packed the whole thing (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ali]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get the spot leaning That's what we trying for&lt;br /&gt;We all we got, that's why we rhyme so&lt;br /&gt;I feel we the best, no sense in lying, though&lt;br /&gt;Now, all together, watch the crowd go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Murphy Lee]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just a dirty from the Lou, I got a whole lot of (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Smoking on some shit from a barn they call (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;I don't pay for no pussy, I try to stay away from (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;If I do pay for something, you know what I'm on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a hundred-fifty thou' to make the crowd go (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;I might fly by you in that Diablo (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm leaving St. Louis, smashing that throttle (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;In three hours flat, I hit Chicago (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kyjuan]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Black stacks and 'Lacs, it's what I earned so far (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;This copycatting thing is going too far (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;Cheefing, reefing, no more burning the 'gar (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Sipping Pinot Bridgio while I'm churching at bars (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ali]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Derrty ENT screaming at our show (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm catching to freak something to die for (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;I stick twenty, twenty-four, that's how high I go (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;And smoke like a chimney, puffing that hydro (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Murphy Lee]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, every time I'm up on that stage, somebody screaming (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Every time that my back is turned, somebody saying (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;When I'm up in the club, it's so easy to get a (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;But I'd rather get a young lady that's cool with the...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Murphy Lee]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick of wannabe gangsters that be pretending they not a (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Talking behind your back, but when they see you they like (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;I don't pay no attention, I'm only there to steal your (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't got to like your ass, I'll still smoke your (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ali]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No music, no weed, what should we ride for? (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;We roll with them Twista like we Chicago (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;Shout out to OPEC rolls up the five four (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;The streets of St. Louis call it survival (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kyjuan]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your game ain't tight, no you ain't pimping kin (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;You see the Cutlass Supreme I'm sitting in? (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;Lime green chinchilla, ooh that's a different skin (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Where I'm from, we wear blue and gold like we Michigan (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you a lady, but tonight, can you be a (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;Is that your man chasing you down, behind you yelling (HEY!)&lt;br /&gt;He cussing like a motherfucker, calling her a (HO!)&lt;br /&gt;She asking me what she should do, I just look like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch the band play on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447708023563545?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447708023563545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447708023563545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-getcha-getcha.html' title='Nelly - Getcha Getcha'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447706569715674</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:11:05.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Grand Hang Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you niggaz ain't rentin and leasin these cars&lt;br /&gt;Frontin like you buy and buy and buy and buy 'em&lt;br /&gt;Claimin that you makin so much paper but I know&lt;br /&gt;That I know that you a liar liar liar liar&lt;br /&gt;Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out&lt;br /&gt;Dip deep into your pockets, let a grand hang out&lt;br /&gt;Let a grand hang out, let a grand hang out&lt;br /&gt;If you ballin then quit the stallin, let a grand hang out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, uhh, uhh, c'mon!&lt;br /&gt;Hey yo, I pull up so aggressive nigga, hoppin out the thang&lt;br /&gt;Ice drippin wet like I just hopped up out the rain&lt;br /&gt;My picture perfect pose like I hopped up out a frame&lt;br /&gt;Ain't a coach on the planet that can take me out the game&lt;br /&gt;My heart beats forever like my name was Eddie King&lt;br /&gt;A Midwest rider like my derrty Jesse James&lt;br /&gt;The CEO of Derrty and he go by Cornell Haynes&lt;br /&gt;Mean-muggin all you niggaz like I hopped up out your dame&lt;br /&gt;I'm like uh-oh, there he go-oh&lt;br /&gt;A hundred and twenty up Natural Bridge in that Mo-Mo&lt;br /&gt;Slippin and slidin, look how he ridin pass the po-po&lt;br /&gt;He blazin that fire behind the {?} they don't know-oh&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!  I'm really thinkin of changin my name to Krispy Kreme&lt;br /&gt;I'm do-nuts nigga, let me tell you what I mean&lt;br /&gt;I'm paper chasin, chasin the paper, you chasin dreams&lt;br /&gt;My money gettin stronger like it's takin Creatine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt; Uhh, uhh, uhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Young Tru]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pockets like Wyclef Jean, the +Fu-gees+&lt;br /&gt;We them locksmith boys, we keep a few ki's&lt;br /&gt;Caterpillar pimp, that butterfly whores&lt;br /&gt;Lamborghini spreewells, butterfly doors&lt;br /&gt;Some'n like McDonald's when I move in packs&lt;br /&gt;Quarter-Pound Supersized bullets and Big Mac's&lt;br /&gt;House longer than I-70, arise ten stories&lt;br /&gt;And I still +Rob+ niggaz just like Horry&lt;br /&gt;Everybody hate on Young Tru boy&lt;br /&gt;Cause they know that the nigga on fire fire fire fire&lt;br /&gt;Rap phenomenon - soon as the album drop&lt;br /&gt;artists don't eat like the month of Ramadan&lt;br /&gt;Derrty this, Derrty that, guess I'm a Derrty cat&lt;br /&gt;Sellin niggaz some chickens, rob 'em get the birdies back&lt;br /&gt;Plumber of the game, that flood the state&lt;br /&gt;In a stretch Phantom, with more Windows than Bill Gates {*echoes*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt; Uhh, uhh, Joey Crack!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Fat Joe]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah.. they lease and we buy 'em, we peace and they crime&lt;br /&gt;They dyin cause we street, keep heat, and keep firin&lt;br /&gt;Y'all know, top of the world's my motto (uhh)&lt;br /&gt;Anna Kournikovia, baby girl's my model (uhh)&lt;br /&gt;All I wanted in life is to be a soldier&lt;br /&gt;Now you can find me with chicks just doin yoga&lt;br /&gt;Meditation that Marley, the hydraulicals&lt;br /&gt;You heard Big, go check the Brown, they might hire you&lt;br /&gt;High definition to any form of telecast&lt;br /&gt;Me and young derrty got plenty hoes and hella cash&lt;br /&gt;All I need is a minute to "Shatter Your Dreams"&lt;br /&gt;And we about to sell more than Avril Lavigne (biatch!)&lt;br /&gt;And all I do is rep the hood where the jugs be&lt;br /&gt;Can't help it if the folks at MTV love me&lt;br /&gt;Y'all see the T.S. we shinin, come to the B-X we grindin&lt;br /&gt;Y'all wanna be us keep tryin, we buyin, he's lyin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt; Uhh.. uhh, ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Remy Martin]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like, fuck, that; I need a stack&lt;br /&gt;And like, forty-nine to go with that&lt;br /&gt;I'm quick to, tell a hoe her flow is wack&lt;br /&gt;The type to, cop the jersey, throw it back&lt;br /&gt;See I can stunt and tell a chick "Yo let your man hang out"&lt;br /&gt;Since he frontin like it's nothin, let a grand hang out&lt;br /&gt;Fuck a handout, I been gettin {?} since way back&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait to see they faces when I drop the Maybach&lt;br /&gt;You lyin, you claim you buyin but you rentin and leasin&lt;br /&gt;If you pimpin and niggaz spendin, where's the paper you seein?&lt;br /&gt;Stop stallin, I'm ballin, call me Sheryl Swoops&lt;br /&gt;Can't stand the backseat driver, that's why I cop the Coupe&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I been testin law with the darkest tints&lt;br /&gt;So explicit valet had to tip to park the shit (errt!)&lt;br /&gt;I'm like a - block away and the whip be startin (uhh)&lt;br /&gt;Oh God, it's Remy Martin!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - repeat to fade]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447706569715674?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447706569715674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447706569715674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-grand-hang-out.html' title='Nelly - Grand Hang Out'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447705101063580</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:10:51.010-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Tilt Ya Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah, that's tight (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Check it, drop the drum right (hmmm..yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Put some horns in it..woo! (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;Do it again (yeah yeah, ha oooh oooh alright, ha)&lt;br /&gt;Give her what she want, give her what she want uh &lt;i&gt;[repeat]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1: Xtina]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see you lookin', uh&lt;br /&gt;like what you see?&lt;br /&gt;Boy, now don’t be shy&lt;br /&gt;and look at her face in opportunity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly (Xtina):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s right ya know (uh uh), she's right (ah)&lt;br /&gt;Man, she's right ya know (uh uh), she's right (ow!)&lt;br /&gt;You stand there looking at me (at me)&lt;br /&gt;I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what's on my mind (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Xtina (Nelly):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just so easy to see (to see)&lt;br /&gt;You came here looking for me (but uh uh)&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t do that type of thing all the time, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(You want me to)&lt;br /&gt;Come here boy&lt;br /&gt;I got a little something for ya&lt;br /&gt;(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know (I don't know what it is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright..yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to daaaaaance&lt;br /&gt;(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;br /&gt;I need ya to daaaaaance&lt;br /&gt;(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2: Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now situations, girl&lt;br /&gt;They often change&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for the good&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes for the bad, but who’s to blame?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Xtina (Nelly):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s right ya know (uh uh), he's right (oh babygirl)&lt;br /&gt;He's right ya know (uh uh), he's right, OW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly (Xtina):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand there looking at me (at me)&lt;br /&gt;I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what’s on my mind (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Xtina (Nelly):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just so easy to see (to see)&lt;br /&gt;You came here looking for me (but uh uh)&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t do that type of thing all the time, yeah&lt;br /&gt;(You want me to)&lt;br /&gt;Come here boy&lt;br /&gt;I got a little something for ya&lt;br /&gt;(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know (I don't know what it is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright..yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to daaaaaance&lt;br /&gt;(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;br /&gt;I need ya to daaaaaance&lt;br /&gt;(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Everybody says)&lt;br /&gt;Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)&lt;br /&gt;Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)&lt;br /&gt;Hustle for me, hustle (hustle)&lt;br /&gt;Hustle for me, yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3: Xtina]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, you got some nerve thinking you’re so&lt;br /&gt;I got a little bit of that&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of this&lt;br /&gt;A little bit of back&lt;br /&gt;With a little bit of *beep*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly (Xtina):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You stand there looking at me (at me)&lt;br /&gt;I stand herre looking at you girl (at you boy)&lt;br /&gt;You know exactly what’s on my mind (yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Xtina (Nelly):]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just so easy to see (to see)&lt;br /&gt;You came here looking for me (but uh uh)&lt;br /&gt;But I don’t do that type of thing all the tiiiiiiiiiiiime&lt;br /&gt;(You want me to)&lt;br /&gt;Come here boy&lt;br /&gt;I got a little something for ya&lt;br /&gt;(You got a little bit, can I get a little bit? yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know (I don't know what it is but I just want to get to know ya, alright alright..yeah yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to daaaaaance&lt;br /&gt;(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;br /&gt;I need ya to daaaaaance&lt;br /&gt;(Tilt ya head back, take ya head back)&lt;br /&gt;All night&lt;br /&gt;(Bring it back up slowly, that's right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! (Give her what she want, give her what she want uh) &lt;i&gt;[repeat 'til end]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oooohooooh, oooh yea, ha!&lt;br /&gt;Oh Nelly!&lt;br /&gt;Nelly, Nelly, you make me so sweaty baby&lt;br /&gt;yeayeayeayeayeayea OH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447705101063580?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447705101063580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447705101063580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-tilt-ya-head.html' title='Nelly - Tilt Ya Head'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447703468352891</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:10:34.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Rivers Done Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus- Stephen Marley]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk down the river cuz the river don't run&lt;br /&gt;Same thing make you laugh, make you cry&lt;br /&gt;Thats why what goes around comes around my son&lt;br /&gt;Walk down the river cuz the river don't run&lt;br /&gt;Same thing make you laugh make you cry&lt;br /&gt;I got them rocks, them yellow diamonds and that oooh ooh oh bling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I got two twin cutles's interior gator&lt;br /&gt;I call em' Now and Later cz they candy flavored&lt;br /&gt;You see I drive one now and drive the other one later&lt;br /&gt;Shit it's the new Fresh Prince and all Im missing is Jada (hey)&lt;br /&gt;I got a hard drive all Im missing is data&lt;br /&gt;Please give my number to ya sister I been missing to date her&lt;br /&gt;I hate to hate a hater&lt;br /&gt;In fact I hate to hate&lt;br /&gt;Hatein' is hatein' you should never hate congradulate&lt;br /&gt;Look hurr my attitude is just that you may never know my mind&lt;br /&gt;Or know just what Im thinkin' if I don't let you inside&lt;br /&gt;Yeah inside my mental I know you ment well&lt;br /&gt;Im out of time and out of training days like Denzel&lt;br /&gt;Never the gangsta type, more lke a hustla (mayne)&lt;br /&gt;I fucked the ones up out them playboy books and hustler&lt;br /&gt;Honeys and (?) tails&lt;br /&gt;The King magazines, the maximas the eye candy (?) in queens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus- Stephen Marley]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im a spit it till I really can't spit it no mo'&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' changed cell phone still 314&lt;br /&gt;No the dertty ain't movin nann East West coast&lt;br /&gt;Im a Midwest swanger cuz they love me the most&lt;br /&gt;Some of em' lie me humble, others like me to boast&lt;br /&gt;Please, my whole life is off of bets and numbers&lt;br /&gt;I take a G-4 land to that H2 Hummer&lt;br /&gt;Leave a 745 in LA for the summer&lt;br /&gt;Got the world wide cell to check the e-mail&lt;br /&gt;Plus 41k plan in ATL got 8 females&lt;br /&gt;I see em' all from 8 to 12&lt;br /&gt;The only player who can ball without his ACL&lt;br /&gt;Who may not be origional but still a dunn da da&lt;br /&gt;Im gone take his beat and flip it, Im gone make it hotter&lt;br /&gt;You go head and take the train and Im gone take the chopper&lt;br /&gt;Im tired of niggas frontin like they top gun shockers (this is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus- Stephen Marley]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Stephen Marley]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man come running over, just ta shine his light&lt;br /&gt;Lets take a visit, sacred is the night&lt;br /&gt;Wrong wishes be ware, now that I am here&lt;br /&gt;Loardy,loardy,loardy,loardy,loardy&lt;br /&gt;Loardy,loardy,loardy,loardy,loardy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Murphy Lee]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, they thought a durrty wouldnt make it this far&lt;br /&gt;Now Im supporting my family they likin who I are&lt;br /&gt;Schoolboy hard worker they consider him a star&lt;br /&gt;I guess thats why they look at us as if we from mars&lt;br /&gt;Singa la ling I deal wit bars like a weight trainer&lt;br /&gt;Hustlin' got me bigger like weight gainer&lt;br /&gt;A once remainer, St.Louis entertainer&lt;br /&gt;My women love me later, how could a hater blame her&lt;br /&gt;Shoot, Im just that dude that kick bars for a living&lt;br /&gt;Get rich and trick collect cars for a living&lt;br /&gt;Houses on hills, wit great lakes in the back&lt;br /&gt;Bowling alleys and basements, beds bigger than Shaq's&lt;br /&gt;Damn look at the leather in that old school Lac'&lt;br /&gt;Baby doo doo green, I wonder who al' do that&lt;br /&gt;The orgional rude dude, considered to cool&lt;br /&gt;Probally know me from touching your booty at school (Bling)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus- Stephen Marley]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447703468352891?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447703468352891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447703468352891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-rivers-done-running.html' title='Nelly - Rivers Done Running'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447700943205404</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:10:09.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - American Dream </title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yo we be out man, fukin it up for erbody&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started&lt;br /&gt;Keep the tie man, its the amerrican dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm just participating, my participation is game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo we be out man, fukin it up for erbody&lt;br /&gt;I can't lie man, they thought I was just getting started&lt;br /&gt;Keep the pie man, its the amerrican dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm just participating, my participation is game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im in this one one for the hotel, motel holidae inn&lt;br /&gt;Super A red and the rits call tins&lt;br /&gt;All my niggaz who tryin to ball, my niggaz ballin&lt;br /&gt;All my sodiers and generals errbody faillin&lt;br /&gt;Stop stallin, pick up the phone and call in&lt;br /&gt;Tell your boss you ain't gon make it to work in the mornin'&lt;br /&gt;And why you explainin' go ahead and throw a coffin&lt;br /&gt;And kindly explain that this won't happen often&lt;br /&gt;But im lost and im amazed im be willing ingaige&lt;br /&gt;I’ll rage that niggaz think that derrty don't need a cage&lt;br /&gt;I should be put on display for the display i displayin&lt;br /&gt;Half you niggaz is dyin and all the rest are decaying&lt;br /&gt;Im doin tracks in motels, steady rockin girls bells&lt;br /&gt;Kinda like a young elvis, I aint in nellyville&lt;br /&gt;I never squeal, not the type to kiss and tell&lt;br /&gt;But if I catch u in the shower I might kiss your tell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ali:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as I blast off, Kweezie writtin movies rollin took that nass off&lt;br /&gt;Mostly leader will be a numba runnas, ass off&lt;br /&gt;I had every with deerty even, got a nascar&lt;br /&gt;And you know we fucked up at it boss&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo my radar read, maps in japanese&lt;br /&gt;Clap at gs smack em back on there E's&lt;br /&gt;Drop on wacks, simple facts that rap needs&lt;br /&gt;And its awlays kris I miss and rap trees&lt;br /&gt;And I got my game, I said I got my game&lt;br /&gt;From the og's, smokin reefer moonshine&lt;br /&gt;Poppin oldies, but the whole plane change&lt;br /&gt;Yo you know me, shipped in from cali got it home&lt;br /&gt;Cops and goldies, then we smash some ass&lt;br /&gt;Free autotericoop call nasa to do the numbers&lt;br /&gt;All the freshman from the vocals started firin’ the booth&lt;br /&gt;Got more whips and chains, then im a start in roots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Kyjuan:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ali I’m sick of ballin, unnecessary phone callin&lt;br /&gt;Man down pimp in distress, I think I’m fallin&lt;br /&gt;For anything but the okie doke, Im old school&lt;br /&gt;Like her and bonz and nukee ropes I cant stand them groupie folks&lt;br /&gt;They want me to turn around like this is hokie poke&lt;br /&gt;They want to break me down like erv before I choke&lt;br /&gt;Im not a jack at all im quick draw mcgraw&lt;br /&gt;And number 20 on the lakers couldn’t hold me yahl&lt;br /&gt;Im climbin over yahl im still scorin&lt;br /&gt;85 percent of yahl awake but still snoring&lt;br /&gt;Got knowledge yourself and now my style is much older now&lt;br /&gt;We derrty ent we all we got we hold it down&lt;br /&gt;I’m feelin cooler than cool, my wrist colder wow&lt;br /&gt;If theres a fashion king then I deserve the crown&lt;br /&gt;Im u city, you dressin up im dresisn down&lt;br /&gt;And u keep messin up, me and your girl gon be messin around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Murphy Lee:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aiyo im fresh out the gate, from the Lou with a grammy in my rezzie&lt;br /&gt;Nelly bought me a prezzie with a diamond in the bezzie&lt;br /&gt;Chicks taugh me how to walk, so when I run I’ll be ready&lt;br /&gt;Females fans sayin that im there baby daddy WHOA&lt;br /&gt;More attention then Justin and Janet&lt;br /&gt;How I Midwest swing and how St Louis ram it&lt;br /&gt;Deerty ent dammit, got more bread than a sandwich&lt;br /&gt;And my writst got more nuggets than Carmello and Camby&lt;br /&gt;Look, I’m from the Lou and I’m important like the arts&lt;br /&gt;So tours look for me like an important part&lt;br /&gt;Find your talent use your talent get your money&lt;br /&gt;Or don’t find your talent and don’t use it and stay bummy&lt;br /&gt;But that don’t owe me cause I built it from scratch&lt;br /&gt;My next shit is a house with a house in the back&lt;br /&gt;Man I’m been while since middle school&lt;br /&gt;I was that little dude that been round more waist lines than hoola hoops&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447700943205404?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447700943205404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447700943205404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-american-dream.html' title='Nelly - American Dream '/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447699555372257</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:09:55.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Flap Your Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)&lt;br /&gt;Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)&lt;br /&gt;Hell naw, ain't leavin' me alone, girl (flap your wings)&lt;br /&gt;Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)&lt;br /&gt;Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)&lt;br /&gt;Drop down and get your eagle on, girl (flap your wings)&lt;br /&gt;Hell naw, ain't leavin' me alone, girl (flap your wings)&lt;br /&gt;Drop down and get your eagle on, girl&lt;br /&gt;She's got that sweat drippin' all over her body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; Do you like that sweat drippin' all over my body?&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I like that&lt;br /&gt;That sweat drippin' all over your body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; You like that sweat drippin' all over my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's summertime, and I'm back again&lt;br /&gt;And went to VA, oh, got my friends&lt;br /&gt;Say what's up, Pharrell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Pharrell]&lt;/i&gt; Look whats on the nail&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but, let's show 'em what's above the nail, Bling&lt;br /&gt;A hundred thou couldn't get you one of these (Not one of these)&lt;br /&gt;I guarantee it ain't a flaw on one of these (One of these)&lt;br /&gt;Two hundred thou, couldn't get you in the league&lt;br /&gt;Get three hundred thou, you couldn't even buy the keys&lt;br /&gt;I think you need to add 50 more G's&lt;br /&gt;Now, shall I proceed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ladies]&lt;/i&gt; Yes, indeed (Ho)&lt;br /&gt;I need to see you take it down to the floor&lt;br /&gt;Spread your wings, if you real, ma, fly real low&lt;br /&gt;Pause for a second ma, grind real slow&lt;br /&gt;And if you do it right&lt;br /&gt;All day we'll go (Ho)&lt;br /&gt;I talk a lil' Fred Seigal girl (Seigal, girl)&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie and Judy Lee with your bag all beaded, girl&lt;br /&gt;Apple bottom pair underneath it&lt;br /&gt;You talkin' like you don't need it&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you concieted&lt;br /&gt;I like that in you&lt;br /&gt;I don't see nothin wrong&lt;br /&gt;Drop down and get your eagle on (Whoa)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt; Now, what's next to trenscend up in this party&lt;br /&gt;OPP time, now let's get naughty&lt;br /&gt;You take babygirl, and I'ma take shorty&lt;br /&gt;With the sweat drippin' all over her body&lt;br /&gt;We gone move if you wanna (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Groove if you wanna (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;Throw your nose up, ma, and get rude if you wanna&lt;br /&gt;Ain't got nothin' to lose, nor to prove&lt;br /&gt;Babygirl soaked like she just got out of the pool (Eh)&lt;br /&gt;I know you're thirsty, ma&lt;br /&gt;Go ahead and order whatchu want&lt;br /&gt;Some call it trickin', go ahead and call it whatchu want&lt;br /&gt;I came to ball, I ain't come out here to front&lt;br /&gt;Cause the black card will the pick-up with the gray card won't&lt;br /&gt;Attractiveness&lt;br /&gt;Got me attackin' this&lt;br /&gt;I'm so fabulous&lt;br /&gt;Glutious maximus&lt;br /&gt;She wanna fly south for the winter (For the winter)&lt;br /&gt;I might just go down south just to win her (Just to win her)&lt;br /&gt;Hell naw, she ain't gone leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;Makin' plans for us to be at home&lt;br /&gt;Take your pants off, ma, you can leave your panties on&lt;br /&gt;But, first drop down and get your eagle on (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the girls with skinny waists to girls heavy set&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;To the girls with extensions to the girls with dreads&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;From the girls got it good livin' in the suburbs&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;To the ones in the ghetto with their hands on their curves&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;Flap your wings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447699555372257?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447699555372257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447699555372257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-flap-your-wings.html' title='Nelly - Flap Your Wings'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447698148671274</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:09:41.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - NA NA NA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Jazze Pha]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;This, is truly an event&lt;br /&gt;Nelly Nel, Jazze Phizzle, Jazz Phiza-fel&lt;br /&gt;(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Woooo-eee!&lt;br /&gt;(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Woo, woo, woo, oh boy!&lt;br /&gt;(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) Oh boy! Ohhh!&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey hey hey hey hey hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well uh-huh, well uh-huh girl I'm parked outside&lt;br /&gt;And you know that it's sittin on chrome, chrome (uh-huh)&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I'm just lookin for a pretty young thang&lt;br /&gt;that uh, I can take home (take home)&lt;br /&gt;Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr - shorty can we&lt;br /&gt;leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Can we leave hurr (yeah) can we leave hurr (yeah)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm throwin nuggets out the fellow I push to Carmello&lt;br /&gt;Yellow on yellow flooded the band and the bezel&lt;br /&gt;Hear me now!  Oh, no, did you see the hue?&lt;br /&gt;I took the Phantom to the Opera, same van roll through the ghetto&lt;br /&gt;Can we leave hurr?  Shorty need to make up her mind&lt;br /&gt;I seen them niggaz over there, but they ain't takin my shine&lt;br /&gt;Got 7 niggaz tryin to be me, out here breakin they spine&lt;br /&gt;But they got 7 different levels for they make it to mine&lt;br /&gt;I want you both shorty (oh) go get it crunk shorty (oh)&lt;br /&gt;I see your A-T-L stamp and go' head and stomp shorty (oh)&lt;br /&gt;I got that shake now, and don't be scared now&lt;br /&gt;Cause we can come from the kitchen up to that bed now&lt;br /&gt;Shit it ain't nuttin to a boss, I heat you like air off&lt;br /&gt;It ain't nuttin, they ain't cuttin, they frontin, that's they loss&lt;br /&gt;Cause the, 'Tics is good, and the van is paid off&lt;br /&gt;And I done got so damn cocky I took that Band-Aid off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhhhhhhh, picture perfect, I paint a perfect picture&lt;br /&gt;Third album, same focus, my intent is to get richer&lt;br /&gt;I'm with my dirty Jazze Phizzle, he yieldin that instrumental&lt;br /&gt;Youse a cold-ass nigga on the track (SHO' NUFF!)&lt;br /&gt;Man - I'm tired of poppin these bottles, tired of fuckin these models&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired of these menage-a nights - yeah right (PSYCH!)&lt;br /&gt;I was built for it, I got hip for it&lt;br /&gt;I even got a little swagger in my limp for it&lt;br /&gt;I done had, sex in the city plus sex in the country&lt;br /&gt;You know - sex in the zoo di-rectly behind the monkeys&lt;br /&gt;Hold up!  Don't get me wrong, I'm lookin for Ms. Right&lt;br /&gt;But tonight ain't the time, I'm lookin for right now&lt;br /&gt;It's two-thousand-fo', I'm in a new home&lt;br /&gt;Threw out the Bentley bought a Double R and kissin' doors&lt;br /&gt;It's like I'm holdin on to permanent mistletoe, I think you been sittin low&lt;br /&gt;I got a driver dirty, he come when the whistle blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Na-nana-na) I'm smoother than you know&lt;br /&gt;(Na-nana-na) Cadillac do's and bank rolls&lt;br /&gt;(Na-nana-na) I simply go places you can't go&lt;br /&gt;Ain't see me in no Linc', but you know that derrty in Brougham&lt;br /&gt;I be on my (grind-na-grind-na-grind-na-grind)&lt;br /&gt;With my money on my (mind-my-mind-my-mind-my-mind)&lt;br /&gt;Plus I'm still in my (prime-my-prime-my-prime-my-prime)&lt;br /&gt;And we be smokin that (la-lala-lala-lala)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Na-nana-na, nana, nana, nana) - &lt;i&gt;[repeat to fade]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447698148671274?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447698148671274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447698148671274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-na-na-na.html' title='Nelly - NA NA NA'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110447695575508858</id><published>2004-12-30T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T23:09:15.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nelly - Heart Of A Champion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C'mon, uhh, uhh&lt;br /&gt;I guess he's back 'urr derrty, S-T-L derby&lt;br /&gt;I'm like Magic to Kareem, mayne you tell me I ain't Worthy&lt;br /&gt;I ain't speakin 'bout a jersey, I'm speakin 'bout income&lt;br /&gt;DID YOU HEAR THAT ELIZABETH?  HERE COME THE BIG ONE!&lt;br /&gt;I put mo' money in the community than you got in yo' budget&lt;br /&gt;I wipe my ass with yo' advance to the toilet then flush it&lt;br /&gt;My last stance be a stance of a General Custard&lt;br /&gt;I hot dog cause I can, I got the cheese and mustard&lt;br /&gt;I got the stats of a hall of famer - in just two records&lt;br /&gt;That's why I'm back up at the Superbowl - with Julius Peppers&lt;br /&gt;I got that cain't stop, won't stop, in my veins&lt;br /&gt;That's why they cain't stop, won't stop, screamin the name&lt;br /&gt;NELLY! NELLY!  Go tell a friend to tell a friend&lt;br /&gt;I'ma keep the same grin whether I, lose or win&lt;br /&gt;Up, or down ten, I'ma fight to the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[breathing hard]&lt;/i&gt; Let's go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: L.U.V.E.]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no way they can stop me now Nelly&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm on my way, I can feel my ring comin&lt;br /&gt;It's the blood of a champion, pumpin&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside my veins, too much pride to be runnin&lt;br /&gt;I'ma get what I can and more, even if&lt;br /&gt;My blood, my sweat, and my tears don't mean nothin&lt;br /&gt;It's the heart of a champion (it's the heart of me)&lt;br /&gt;(It's the heart of a..) in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm the first pick, the first round, signin bonus profound&lt;br /&gt;Playin for his hometown, reppin for the home ground&lt;br /&gt;And gettin buffer like Michael Riggs, tell 'em again&lt;br /&gt;I gets buffer like Michael Riggs, heard what I said?&lt;br /&gt;The MV-P of the game, intensity still the same&lt;br /&gt;I'm shootin out from my reign, with Peyton Manning type aim&lt;br /&gt;Can't stop me from scorin so they results are just hackin&lt;br /&gt;So there's, three of us now - me, A.I. and Shaq'n&lt;br /&gt;From the look to the as I say&lt;br /&gt;Hover man with more heart than Hallmark on Valentine's Day&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that you've been Raven about, like Ray Lewis&lt;br /&gt;I think it hard to go and change your route&lt;br /&gt;Cause you don't know if I'm blitzin or if I'm sittin and readin&lt;br /&gt;Waitin for you to go and trip, drop back and throw up a brick, man&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nelly]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a big time decision made on how I can twurk it&lt;br /&gt;If hard work pays off then easy work is worthless&lt;br /&gt;My work habit ain't no habit man, I do it on purpose&lt;br /&gt;I push myself to the limit so my talent'll surface&lt;br /&gt;So now it's, curtains and drapes, on anybody who hates&lt;br /&gt;Dislikin what I'm recitin, bitin what I've been writin&lt;br /&gt;I've been dogfightin, scratchin and clawin on every height&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to make you remember me like you +Remember the Titans+&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm a WARR-IOR, my daddy was a soldier&lt;br /&gt;A Vietnam vet, lil' derrty I thought I told ya&lt;br /&gt;I'm supposed ta, whip up your town in Testarossas&lt;br /&gt;Heatin like Folgers mayne, I'm young black and rich&lt;br /&gt;As good as it gets, and givin your point guard fits&lt;br /&gt;He think he done seen pressure mayne, but he ain't seen shhhh...&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW&lt;br /&gt;AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW, AIN'T NO WAY THEY CAN - BLOW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - repeat 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110447695575508858?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447695575508858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110447695575508858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/nelly-heart-of-champion.html' title='Nelly - Heart Of A Champion'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110441282561701764</id><published>2004-12-30T05:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-30T05:20:25.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>testing q;ljkaslkjd laskdj&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110441282561701764?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110441282561701764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110441282561701764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/testing-qljkaslkjd-laskdj.html' title=''/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431793177403539</id><published>2004-12-29T02:57:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:58:51.773-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Woman Dont Cry</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; So you're feelin' lonely&lt;br /&gt;Like love has gone away at night&lt;br /&gt;You're brokenhearted cause your man ain't never done you right&lt;br /&gt;You feel discouraged, feel like love ani't nothing but a lie&lt;br /&gt;You're brokenhearted&lt;br /&gt;Take another teardrop from your eyes, I'm telling you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No woman don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Promise I will be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that love is alive  (Yes it is)&lt;br /&gt;And love don't want no woman to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can hear you thunder&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the pain in your eyes&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the flowers that he never gave on Valentine's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be discouraged cause he wasn't right&lt;br /&gt;I know your heart is broken&lt;br /&gt;But I promise you that you're those survivors I'm tellin you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No woman don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Promise I will be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that love is alive&lt;br /&gt;And love don't want no woman to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You gave him your love&lt;br /&gt;You gave him your soul&lt;br /&gt;You gave him your money&lt;br /&gt;You gave him a home&lt;br /&gt;Well all he ever gave you&lt;br /&gt;Was a broken heart&lt;br /&gt;Well girl I'm right here standing with love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No woman don't cry&lt;br /&gt;Promise I will be by your side&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know that love is alive&lt;br /&gt;And love don't want no woman to cry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh... no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431793177403539?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431793177403539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431793177403539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-woman-dont-cry.html' title='Boyz II Men - Woman Dont Cry'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431791621392668</id><published>2004-12-29T02:57:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:58:36.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Ill Show You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is love&lt;br /&gt;That I'm deserving now&lt;br /&gt;That you would give to me&lt;br /&gt;Exclusively&lt;br /&gt;To have and to hold selfishly&lt;br /&gt;I said if I should try to share with you a life&lt;br /&gt;And with all I am and I&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you that magic is still alive&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will&lt;br /&gt;I promise till I die that I won't let go&lt;br /&gt;Of your heart that's in my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling let me know&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything your heart needs&lt;br /&gt;I'll work vigorously&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you happy&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know&lt;br /&gt;If there's a dream you should ever seek&lt;br /&gt;I'll make reality&lt;br /&gt;Say I do and I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The finer thing's in life&lt;br /&gt;I'll even take you on a carpet ride&lt;br /&gt;All across your mind&lt;br /&gt;And we'll fly across blue skies and crystal lights&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the twinkle in my eye&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes just lookin' at you makes me cry&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I, I thank you God for two lives unified&lt;br /&gt;You're the missing link that makes my life complete&lt;br /&gt;And, Honey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling let me know&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything your heart needs&lt;br /&gt;I'll sail from sea to sea&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep you happy&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know&lt;br /&gt;If there's a dream you should ever seek&lt;br /&gt;I'll make reality&lt;br /&gt;Say I do and I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no mountain that we cannot move, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;There is no flower that our love cannot grow&lt;br /&gt;There is no hill that our pride cannot climb&lt;br /&gt;We'll last and last forever&lt;br /&gt;Body and soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darling let me know&lt;br /&gt;If there's anything your heart needs&lt;br /&gt;I'll work vigorously, Oh yes I will&lt;br /&gt;To make you happy&lt;br /&gt;Just let me know&lt;br /&gt;If there's a dream you should ever seek&lt;br /&gt;I'll make reality, Yeah&lt;br /&gt;Say I do and I'll show you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say I do and I'll show you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431791621392668?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431791621392668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431791621392668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-ill-show-you.html' title='Boyz II Men - Ill Show You'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431790142351712</id><published>2004-12-29T02:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:58:21.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Luv n U</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Eyes are telling me&lt;br /&gt;On my knees is where I should be&lt;br /&gt;On your lips I can read my name&lt;br /&gt;Even though you ain't said a thing&lt;br /&gt;I know I've been here before&lt;br /&gt;A familiar place in fact I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;That I, you, something in between&lt;br /&gt;That's haunting me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instantly you're on top of me&lt;br /&gt;So good to see you on top of me&lt;br /&gt;This is where I'm supposed to be&lt;br /&gt;All up into you&lt;br /&gt;There's no place I would rather be&lt;br /&gt;Livin' inside of your ebony&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you, make love to you&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Oh my lo-vin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got me open and I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;How in our ecstasy there's no shame&lt;br /&gt;Composure we had is gone&lt;br /&gt;Lust in us we can't tame&lt;br /&gt;We've been here before&lt;br /&gt;This familiar place in fact I'm sure&lt;br /&gt;It was a dusk, dawn, through the afternoon&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakdown&lt;br /&gt;Baby I just can't get enough&lt;br /&gt;Even though you're mine&lt;br /&gt;I want it all the time yeah&lt;br /&gt;Oooo&lt;br /&gt;Make love to you, love ya&lt;br /&gt;Lovin' you, Oh my lo-vin' you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus (Repeat)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Oh my lo-vin'&lt;br /&gt;You... You...&lt;br /&gt;You... (Instantly you're on top of me)&lt;br /&gt;Loving you, make love to you&lt;br /&gt;Love ya, Oh my lo-vin' you&lt;br /&gt;Instantly you're on top of me&lt;br /&gt;So good to see you on top of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431790142351712?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431790142351712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431790142351712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-luv-n-u.html' title='Boyz II Men - Luv n U'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431788654306394</id><published>2004-12-29T02:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:58:06.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Im Ok, Youre Ok</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did wrong&lt;br /&gt;Was hook up with a girl who wasn't grown&lt;br /&gt;She looked like a woman but her mind worked like a child&lt;br /&gt;It was her girlish qualities that made me smile&lt;br /&gt;The outside never showed me what was in&lt;br /&gt;And her ending didn't look like it began&lt;br /&gt;Now I know and it's for sure&lt;br /&gt;That you can't change a girl into a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm okay, make sure you're okay&lt;br /&gt;No matter how long it takes&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you're okay&lt;br /&gt;And if she goes away&lt;br /&gt;Make sure that you're okay&lt;br /&gt;Now that I got out&lt;br /&gt;I'm just looking out trying to show you the way&lt;br /&gt;To be okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I hate to see you make the same mistakes&lt;br /&gt;So avoid the things that cause your heart to break&lt;br /&gt;From a hurting brother, I ain't trying to hate&lt;br /&gt;But if you mess around with her she'll seal your fate&lt;br /&gt;You'll never see it coming till it's there&lt;br /&gt;And you'll find out that she doesn't really care&lt;br /&gt;And it's real what I feel&lt;br /&gt;You can have her ass I don't want her over here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to stay it's alright (it's your decision)&lt;br /&gt;But take heed to what I say you'll be alright (listen to what I'm saying)&lt;br /&gt;If you decide to go then go now (you better leave her)&lt;br /&gt;Don't look back because she'll only bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Oh, bring you down&lt;br /&gt;Bring you down (bring you down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Breakdown]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing it one time&lt;br /&gt;Okay, woo, woo, woo, woo, woo&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you'll be okay&lt;br /&gt;It's okay, okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431788654306394?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431788654306394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431788654306394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-im-ok-youre-ok.html' title='Boyz II Men - Im Ok, Youre Ok'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431784977895567</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:57:29.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Thats Why I Love You</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Uhhhh yeah&lt;br /&gt;Say it once&lt;br /&gt;Uhhh, mmmm&lt;br /&gt;Yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when it's storming (when it's storming)&lt;br /&gt;You're my sunshine&lt;br /&gt;When my mind gets clouded (gets clouded)&lt;br /&gt;You've been the light inside&lt;br /&gt;When it's hard for me to breathe&lt;br /&gt;You're the air I need&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I make you wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;But you're always there for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love (I)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love (said I love you baby baby)&lt;br /&gt;I love (don't you know I love)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love you (and you know and you know)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love (don't you know you're so right baby)&lt;br /&gt;A girl I love (Mmmm)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna everyone to know (said I want the world to know)&lt;br /&gt;That I love you (hey ey)&lt;br /&gt;Date think it for now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;You're my handkerchief&lt;br /&gt;It feels like I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;You raise me up with just one kiss&lt;br /&gt;Baby you're the star&lt;br /&gt;When I'm lost&lt;br /&gt;that guides my way&lt;br /&gt;At time when I'm losing my mind&lt;br /&gt;You make everything OK&lt;br /&gt;That's why I, I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love (I love you so)&lt;br /&gt;Ohhh, yes I do&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;I really do&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you eh&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;And girl I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it when you come around&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know just how to hold me down&lt;br /&gt;Said you show enough time to hypnotize&lt;br /&gt;You're so beautiful and ain't no doubt&lt;br /&gt;I knew baby what would I do&lt;br /&gt;I lose hold to my breath to explain to you&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;That is why I&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love (I love you baby)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;And girl love you&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;I love (I love you so much)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love you (Oh oh oh yes)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;And girl I love (Huh)&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you (Oh I love you)&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love (Hey)&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love you&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love ah ah ah&lt;br /&gt;And girl I love&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;I love (I love you)&lt;br /&gt;I love&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha ha&lt;br /&gt;That's why I love&lt;br /&gt;And girl I love&lt;br /&gt;I want everyone to know&lt;br /&gt;That I love you&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431784977895567?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431784977895567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431784977895567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-thats-why-i-love-you.html' title='Boyz II Men - Thats Why I Love You'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431783418283028</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:57:14.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Howz Bout It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; (Hey, whassup, this is Michael.&lt;br /&gt;Just call to see what you guys going on this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;You know ever since I met you, I can't seem to let you go.&lt;br /&gt;Make sure you call me back. OK?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since the day that we first met&lt;br /&gt;Everything you do just seems to speak my interest&lt;br /&gt;Girl you know you piss right through my soul&lt;br /&gt;Make me wanna tell you things nobody knows yeah&lt;br /&gt;So here I am with heart in hand&lt;br /&gt;Your life have a mission for both you and I in these demands&lt;br /&gt;Wouldn't you like to take a trip with me&lt;br /&gt;Heaven knows just where this thing to lead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So howz about it&lt;br /&gt;You can just go away&lt;br /&gt;Howz about it&lt;br /&gt;We can leave today&lt;br /&gt;Howz about it&lt;br /&gt;No need to pack, I'll handle everything&lt;br /&gt;We can take a private jet&lt;br /&gt;Fly away&lt;br /&gt;We can fly, fly away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you think it's a bit too soon&lt;br /&gt;I realize it's only than a week or two but&lt;br /&gt;Feels I know you all of my life&lt;br /&gt;And I wouldn't be surprised if one day you were my wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So howz about it&lt;br /&gt;You can just go away&lt;br /&gt;Howz about it&lt;br /&gt;We can leave today&lt;br /&gt;No need to pack, I'll handle everything&lt;br /&gt;Take my jet, take my private jet&lt;br /&gt;And we can fly away&lt;br /&gt;Fly, fly away&lt;br /&gt;Don't even give it too much thought&lt;br /&gt;Just listen to your heart&lt;br /&gt;We can go anywhere you wanna go&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta is&lt;br /&gt;All you gotta is&lt;br /&gt;Let me know&lt;br /&gt;Howz about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431783418283028?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431783418283028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431783418283028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-howz-bout-it.html' title='Boyz II Men - Howz Bout It'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431781955336056</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:56:59.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Right On Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Spoken:]&lt;/i&gt; Honey, come here&lt;br /&gt;I wanna show you something&lt;br /&gt;You know it. Listen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been away thirty days, now I'm home&lt;br /&gt;And I'm here to stay&lt;br /&gt;I've been thinking things have been gone&lt;br /&gt;But you already know cause I told you on the telephone&lt;br /&gt;I remember your fingers, do you remember my hand&lt;br /&gt;We'd hold as we could, cause that's all we can&lt;br /&gt;When we're apart, you got my heart&lt;br /&gt;But when we're together, you have all of me baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, I got you&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, you're mine&lt;br /&gt;Uhh, we're at ritual&lt;br /&gt;Your love is right on time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stop, stay where you are&lt;br /&gt;Coming to you&lt;br /&gt;All those things we talked about baby&lt;br /&gt;I wanna do to you&lt;br /&gt;So take off your clothes&lt;br /&gt;Leave them at the door&lt;br /&gt;But keep on your shoes&lt;br /&gt;One leg upon the table&lt;br /&gt;Arch your back&lt;br /&gt;Look at me and smile&lt;br /&gt;Cause you know what I'm about to do&lt;br /&gt;Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so good I know&lt;br /&gt;I know it feels right&lt;br /&gt;I wish this thing could last forever&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes&lt;br /&gt;But you can't stay&lt;br /&gt;'Cause my wife's on her way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431781955336056?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431781955336056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431781955336056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-right-on-time.html' title='Boyz II Men - Right On Time'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431780542596533</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:56:45.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Roll With Me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; I don't wanna waste your time,&lt;br /&gt;With some kinda playa line&lt;br /&gt;But I need to know somethings about you,&lt;br /&gt;One.. Do you have a man you claim,&lt;br /&gt;Are you doing your own thing,&lt;br /&gt;Cause if so then I can't leave without your name and your number,&lt;br /&gt;Where you live,&lt;br /&gt;Can I call you sometime&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute,&lt;br /&gt;Better yet I'll give you mine,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me bout your inter-self,&lt;br /&gt;Who you'll be with,&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal man&lt;br /&gt;Can I be it&lt;br /&gt;Let me know,&lt;br /&gt;Before you go&lt;br /&gt;I just won't take no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it all come true,&lt;br /&gt;If you roll wit' me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You,&lt;br /&gt;Make a brother wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;Things I never thought I'd do&lt;br /&gt;Got me open and I'm hopin',&lt;br /&gt;Baby I can take you for a ride&lt;br /&gt;Bently's right outside&lt;br /&gt;We can make it happin'&lt;br /&gt;If you just tell me your name and your number,&lt;br /&gt;Where you live, can I call you sometime&lt;br /&gt;Wait a minute, matter of fact I'll give you my number&lt;br /&gt;If you tell bout your inter-self, who you'll be with&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal man, can I be it&lt;br /&gt;Let me know, before you go, I just won't take no...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it all come true,&lt;br /&gt;If you roll wit' me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. I don't wanna stress you, all I wanna do is get next to you&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. I wanna be the man that makes you feel like no one else can&lt;br /&gt;Ohh. I don't wanna stress you, all I wanna do is get next to you,&lt;br /&gt;Want you to give it all to me, I wanna be the one that sets you free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, gal gal&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, gal gal&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, gal gal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me bout your inter-self,&lt;br /&gt;Who you'll be with,&lt;br /&gt;Your ideal man,&lt;br /&gt;Can I be it,&lt;br /&gt;Let me know,&lt;br /&gt;Before you go&lt;br /&gt;Cause I just won't take no..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby I wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;Whatever's on your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You'll make it all come true,&lt;br /&gt;If you roll wit' me tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Out]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby wont you ride wit' me&lt;br /&gt;Baby wont you ride wit' me&lt;br /&gt;Baby wont you ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431780542596533?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431780542596533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431780542596533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-roll-with-me.html' title='Boyz II Men - Roll With Me'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431778932913481</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:56:29.330-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - On The Road Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I met her, at a time when&lt;br /&gt;There were possibilities of being friends&lt;br /&gt;It was just like, home, to a tired man&lt;br /&gt;I found comfort, so sad it had to end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I found, the perfect place&lt;br /&gt;But I find myself back on the road again&lt;br /&gt;Can't look back, cause I see your face&lt;br /&gt;So I find myself back on the road again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought this time that things would be different&lt;br /&gt;All the while they seem to only stay the same&lt;br /&gt;You gave me so much to believe in&lt;br /&gt;Now this loneliness is driving me insane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Both our lives wouldn't feel so wasted&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to figure out the way how&lt;br /&gt;Live my life again&lt;br /&gt;If only I knew what I know now&lt;br /&gt;Both our lives wouldn't feel so wasted&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to figure out the way how&lt;br /&gt;Live my life, on the road again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431778932913481?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431778932913481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431778932913481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-on-road-again.html' title='Boyz II Men - On The Road Again'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431777393802322</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:56:13.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Whatcha Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Girl I see you crying&lt;br /&gt;Tears rolling down your face&lt;br /&gt;You're sick of him lying&lt;br /&gt;Need someone to take his place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can give you whatcha ask for&lt;br /&gt;I can give you whatcha need&lt;br /&gt;I'm down with anything you're down for&lt;br /&gt;Baby you can count on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone that cares for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone to see you through&lt;br /&gt;Good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to be sad&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone that cares for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone to see you through&lt;br /&gt;Good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say that you're lonely&lt;br /&gt;Need someone to hold you tight&lt;br /&gt;You're faithful to him only&lt;br /&gt;But he never treat you right, no&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there when you call me&lt;br /&gt;I'll be right there by your side&lt;br /&gt;And whenever you're crying&lt;br /&gt;I'll be there tonight oh I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone that cares for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone to see you through&lt;br /&gt;Good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to be sad baby&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone that cares for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone to see you through&lt;br /&gt;Good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And girl you need to know that&lt;br /&gt;Only a fool would let you leave&lt;br /&gt;Cause all the things you need are right here with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Friendship, friendship, trust, trust, commitment)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone that cares for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone to see you through&lt;br /&gt;Good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;You'll never have to be sad baby&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone that cares for you&lt;br /&gt;Whatcha need is someone to see you through&lt;br /&gt;Good times and bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The one thing that matters is your happiness,&lt;br /&gt;and I wanna be the one that makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Let me be the one, I'll give you whatcha need)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431777393802322?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431777393802322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431777393802322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-whatcha-need.html' title='Boyz II Men - Whatcha Need'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431775731966038</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:55:57.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Oh Well</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nate:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone I've been lonely&lt;br /&gt;Longing to be with you only&lt;br /&gt;Maybe there's still is a way I can find you and say&lt;br /&gt;Just how I feel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wanya:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that's it's over&lt;br /&gt;Wish somehow I could have showed her&lt;br /&gt;All that was inside of my heart 'stead of playing the games&lt;br /&gt;You might have stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shawn:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny just the other night I was thinking&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you ever think about me&lt;br /&gt;I call you on the phone, there's no answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, I'll try again&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, maybe just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nate:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone I've been lonely&lt;br /&gt;Longing to be with you only&lt;br /&gt;If there's a way I could beg you to stay would you please&lt;br /&gt;Stay with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wanya:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking maybe I could come over&lt;br /&gt;Hoping we could finally work this out&lt;br /&gt;Even if tonight we don't find an answer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, I'll try again&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, maybe just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shawn:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had another chance&lt;br /&gt;We would stand hand in hand&lt;br /&gt;You'll be my girl and I'll be your man&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, maybe just maybe we can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nate:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still call you on the phone still no answer&lt;br /&gt;Maybe later on I'll try one more time&lt;br /&gt;Or am I just a fool to keep trying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, a fool's what I am&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, maybe just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wanya:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, I'll try again&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, maybe just maybe&lt;br /&gt;See if I got down on my knees and gave you every little part of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, there's still tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, I'll try again&lt;br /&gt;Oh Well, maybe just maybe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shawn:]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since you've been gone I've been lonely&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431775731966038?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431775731966038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431775731966038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-oh-well.html' title='Boyz II Men - Oh Well'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431774161986251</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:55:41.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Aint A Thang Wrong</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[VERSE 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its 11:45&lt;br /&gt;Gang of Escalades parked outside&lt;br /&gt;Big bladess chromed up with shine&lt;br /&gt;Only one thing on my mind&lt;br /&gt;All week I've been a slave to the grind&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I'm tryin' to have a good time&lt;br /&gt;Rollin' wiht my whole crew behind me&lt;br /&gt;To the  livest hot spot we find&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haters step out my way&lt;br /&gt;'Cause a playa just wanna play&lt;br /&gt;No occasion to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;But I'm gon' do it anywat&lt;br /&gt;Line outside but I don't wait&lt;br /&gt;Roll through the door but I don't pay&lt;br /&gt;Lettin' go man I just can't wait&lt;br /&gt;No more further delay&lt;br /&gt;Time to get it on my people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ain't a thang wrong with having a good time&lt;br /&gt;Ain't a thang wrong eith getting it on tonight&lt;br /&gt;Woo, woo, wwo fel alright&lt;br /&gt;Leave the bullshit way behind&lt;br /&gt;'Cause its party time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Making my way inside&lt;br /&gt;See a honey by the bar that looks tight&lt;br /&gt;Told her to order anything she likes&lt;br /&gt;'Causeshe looks just that nice, yeah&lt;br /&gt;After two drinks or more&lt;br /&gt;I took her hand and moved to the floor&lt;br /&gt;I handle mine, baby handle yours&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm a make it hot for sure&lt;br /&gt;Time to get it on my people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Rap]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[BRIDGE]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see you dancing on the floor&lt;br /&gt;Hands in the air like you don't care no more&lt;br /&gt;Because tonighr we're gon' all out fa sho&lt;br /&gt;Nothin' else on my mind&lt;br /&gt;You know it party time, party time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431774161986251?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431774161986251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431774161986251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-aint-thang-wrong.html' title='Boyz II Men - Aint A Thang Wrong'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431772502776963</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:55:25.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Color Of Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nate]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was lonely,&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone, to see me threw,&lt;br /&gt;I was at the, end of my rope,&lt;br /&gt;I needed someone, to cut me lose&lt;br /&gt;Then an angel, out of the blue,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the since that I, might make it through&lt;br /&gt;And somehow I survived, with no rhyme or reason,&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I'll make It,&lt;br /&gt;Through the miracle of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the Color Of Love,&lt;br /&gt;(And It lives in side of you)&lt;br /&gt;I know the color of truth,&lt;br /&gt;(Its in the image of you)&lt;br /&gt;If it comes for the heart, then you know that its true,&lt;br /&gt;It will color your soul, like a rainbow&lt;br /&gt;(Like a rainbow)&lt;br /&gt;And the color of love, is in you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Shawn]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a bridge,&lt;br /&gt;Over troubled, troubled water&lt;br /&gt;You stood beside me, stood beside me&lt;br /&gt;And your love, did not falter&lt;br /&gt;And then the angel, angel in you,&lt;br /&gt;Gave me the strength to know,&lt;br /&gt;That I will get through,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s how I survived, ain't no other reason&lt;br /&gt;And now I know I'll make it, through the miracle of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Bridge]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wanya]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So girl I want to thank you,&lt;br /&gt;I can't thank you enough,&lt;br /&gt;For showing me the meaning,&lt;br /&gt;The meaning of true love,&lt;br /&gt;(When I was lost and so in need you opened up your heart)&lt;br /&gt;(When I needed you to comfort me you opened up you arms)&lt;br /&gt;(I couldn't face another day you said don't be afraid)&lt;br /&gt;You showed my heart the, showed me the way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Wanya]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ohh, the color of you&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431772502776963?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431772502776963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431772502776963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-color-of-love.html' title='Boyz II Men - Color Of Love'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110431768009595039</id><published>2004-12-29T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-29T02:54:40.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyz II Men - Relax your mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Come on, come on&lt;br /&gt;I know you've heard this line a thousand times that&lt;br /&gt;The way you look tonight just blow my mind&lt;br /&gt;Let's go some place for we could talk a while&lt;br /&gt;Cause I don't wanna lose this vibe&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna push you but where are your friends yeah&lt;br /&gt;I'll make sure that you get home when the party ends&lt;br /&gt;There's some place I'm sure you would like to know&lt;br /&gt;Just as long as you don't say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna waste your time (I don't wanna waste your time)&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax your mind (relax your mind)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be what you need and more&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you like (what you like, what you like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl are you hungry let me cook for you&lt;br /&gt;My place is near just right out a park we knew&lt;br /&gt;I know a place that's just not too far away&lt;br /&gt;Flight first class New York to LA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen, I know you're feeling me&lt;br /&gt;I'm feeling you&lt;br /&gt;So let's thank this now before we try to make this mood&lt;br /&gt;I won't say words I don't really mean&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want you to stay with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna waste your time (don't wanna)&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax your mind (sit back and relax your mind)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be what you need and more (what you need)&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you like (tell me tell me what you like baby)&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna waste your time (I don't wanna)&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax your mind (tell me what you want from me)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be what you need and more (you know I'll give it to you)&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you like (tell me what you like)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like it, I like it, I really really like it&lt;br /&gt;I'm for it, adore it Boyz II Men you got me OK&lt;br /&gt;I like it, I like it, I really really like it&lt;br /&gt;I'm for it, adore it Boyz II Men you got me OK&lt;br /&gt;And you got me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna waste your time (And I don't wanna waste)&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax your mind (sit back and relax your mind)&lt;br /&gt;(Just relax your mind)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be what you need and more (Cause I wanna I wanna be)&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you like&lt;br /&gt;Don't wanna waste your time (don't wanna waste no)&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and relax your mind (you sit back and relax your mind)&lt;br /&gt;(Just relax your mind)&lt;br /&gt;I wanna be what you need and more&lt;br /&gt;Just tell me what you like (Ohh yeah)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110431768009595039?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431768009595039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110431768009595039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/boyz-ii-men-relax-your-mind.html' title='Boyz II Men - Relax your mind'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422707970466251</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.015-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:44:39.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Virgo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Doug E. Fresh beatboxes]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nas]&lt;/i&gt; Yeah.. what.. you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DEF]&lt;/i&gt; UH-HUH! C'MON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nas]&lt;/i&gt; Yeah.. yeah, what?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DEF]&lt;/i&gt; Nasty Nas, Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nas]&lt;/i&gt; Uh-huh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DEF]&lt;/i&gt; L-L-Ludacris, Virgo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nas]&lt;/i&gt; Uh uh uh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DEF]&lt;/i&gt; Doug Fresh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DEF]&lt;/i&gt; As we go, somethin like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nas]&lt;/i&gt; Nasir..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Nas]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, just come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo&lt;br /&gt;We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though&lt;br /&gt;I drop you off at, Willoughby and Myrtle&lt;br /&gt;Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off&lt;br /&gt;You seen me convince your homegirl though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus she says her life is too hard&lt;br /&gt;She says that she wanna come and build with the God&lt;br /&gt;Promise that she gon' play her part&lt;br /&gt;Cause what I spit gets straight to her heart&lt;br /&gt;And, she's damn fine, feet Hammertime, damn if I mind&lt;br /&gt;Love is the bu-bubblin back of your waistline&lt;br /&gt;I don't waste time, gotta GET GET ON IT&lt;br /&gt;Just you and me, two glasses, sip on Patron and&lt;br /&gt;in the club scene where I met Ms. Green Eyes&lt;br /&gt;She walked by askin me, "Are you Nas?"&lt;br /&gt;Why?  "If you was I'd be totally twi"&lt;br /&gt;What's that?  "Totally with it, T.W.I."&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha, well, here I am, yep I'm the man&lt;br /&gt;Bartender put a Cosmo in that girl hand&lt;br /&gt;So, here we standin before I begin&lt;br /&gt;Homegirl made a knot out of the cherry stem&lt;br /&gt;Tongue skills, yeah I like that, now we on the right track&lt;br /&gt;Straight to my Phantom, call Africa Black (brrrring)&lt;br /&gt;Ever since then, she been yappin a track&lt;br /&gt;Told her friends, now they hollerin behind her back&lt;br /&gt;Sing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (that's right!)&lt;br /&gt;Hey girl, just come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (tell 'em, tell 'em)&lt;br /&gt;We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though&lt;br /&gt;I drop you off at, Peachtree and Myrtle (uh)&lt;br /&gt;Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off&lt;br /&gt;You seen me convince your homegirl though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was, so fresh and so fly in diamonds&lt;br /&gt;When I stepped up in the club even my arms was shinin&lt;br /&gt;Bling!  A little cute thing said, "What's yo' name?"&lt;br /&gt;I put my necklace in her face and told her read the chain&lt;br /&gt;Oooh ooh, so stuck up, told me shut the fuck up&lt;br /&gt;BLAOW!  Ludacris in the ho-oooh-ouse&lt;br /&gt;The needle hit the record, they was playin this song&lt;br /&gt;All the ladies hit the floor and it was EH EH ON&lt;br /&gt;Live forever like Fame, let the Leroys dance&lt;br /&gt;While I'm laid back chillin in my b-boy stance&lt;br /&gt;Could be a little pop lockin if your girl's top droppin&lt;br /&gt;But watch for cockblockin on my coochie stock options&lt;br /&gt;But later for the ASSDAQ, throw 'em on the fast track&lt;br /&gt;Make 'em swip swap Nasty N-A-S pass that&lt;br /&gt;honey in the black cause I'm feelin her curves&lt;br /&gt;He looked down at what I had and said WA WA WORD&lt;br /&gt;Why only serve one when we can serve up two&lt;br /&gt;Then at the bachelor's pad, doin what the Virgos do&lt;br /&gt;And these women so shy but get loud undercover&lt;br /&gt;So we can have sex but I CAN'T BE YOUR LOVERRRRRRRRRRR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DEF breakdown:]&lt;/i&gt; buck buck buck buck buck buck&lt;br /&gt;Ah, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha-ha, ah-ha ah ah-ah SING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Doug E. Fresh]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon)&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and just chill with the Virgo (c'mon)&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl, won't you come and hold my hand&lt;br /&gt;Won't you come and chill out with the Virgo (c'mon)&lt;br /&gt;We sippin on Merlot, you ain't got be my girl though (that's right)&lt;br /&gt;I drop you off at, Two-Fifth and Lex-o&lt;br /&gt;Smash with the Virgo, ain't got to take your shirt off&lt;br /&gt;Seen you convince your homegirl though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They got my voice for the record and my voice for the beat&lt;br /&gt;Virgo proof baby run the streets&lt;br /&gt;So let's go (let's go) let's go (let's go) for the beat&lt;br /&gt;Let's go (let's go) it's the Virgo&lt;br /&gt;Let's go (Nasty Nas) let's go (Ludacris)&lt;br /&gt;And if you don't know, now you know - Doug E. Fresh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422707970466251?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422707970466251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422707970466251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-virgo.html' title='Ludacris - Virgo'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422706518296826</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.014-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:44:25.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Hope Yea</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Intro: ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooooh you feel that as i take you to them dirt roads deep in your southern roots&lt;br /&gt;When nobody said life was going to be easy and we travel to this emotional roller coaster called life&lt;br /&gt;And we have our ups and downs&lt;br /&gt;Just keep in mind&lt;br /&gt;When you hit rock bottom&lt;br /&gt;There aint no where to go but up baby&lt;br /&gt;Just all you about how you deal wit it you feel me.. listen here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When life seems hopeless&lt;br /&gt;It make a nigga lose focus&lt;br /&gt;Empty beer bottles and roaches, helps to get it off my chest cause&lt;br /&gt;Im so stressed and all i here is "fuck tha world" &lt;i&gt;[2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[verse 1: ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man ever since life been a gamble&lt;br /&gt;My life been in shamblez&lt;br /&gt;Double edge sword burnin both sides of the candle but cris but you cant handle the truth&lt;br /&gt;Dont wanna face reailty&lt;br /&gt;So lord accept my apology&lt;br /&gt;Please like when police say freeze&lt;br /&gt;And i aint do shit&lt;br /&gt;But im down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;Its a crooked system but gin straight take the pain away i charge the game&lt;br /&gt;And put my problems on layaway&lt;br /&gt;A black man but i feel so blue&lt;br /&gt;So i smoke green and purple til my dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;Then my eyes turn red&lt;br /&gt;Sky turns grey&lt;br /&gt;Children slangin white in the hood&lt;br /&gt;We call it yaay drink old gold&lt;br /&gt;Down my yellow brick road&lt;br /&gt;Then rewrite my script til my story is untold&lt;br /&gt;See i got a little money and my life sped up now&lt;br /&gt;Im fallin and i cant get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus 2x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[verse 2: trick daddy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to dream about a dope fiend&lt;br /&gt;And its strange cause he can bearly write or read but seems to get folkz about anything curious about him&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to talk to him but he was to busy fo that&lt;br /&gt;But i was more then welcome to walk with him&lt;br /&gt;As we walked&lt;br /&gt;He talked and i just listen&lt;br /&gt;He said theres a big differnce between crackas and niggas&lt;br /&gt;See he said white folks look out fo the white folks but uh black folks blang wit tha black folks&lt;br /&gt;When they aint enough black roakz&lt;br /&gt;When you ooh to make a long story short&lt;br /&gt;We need pay more attenion and do things that are more compleset and he told me&lt;br /&gt;You kno i woulldnt say something that wouldnt work and i wouldnt damnwaste my time telling something that would hurt you&lt;br /&gt;But you would fall for anything&lt;br /&gt;If you dont stand for something&lt;br /&gt;But thats for certain but niggas dont be listen and that shit be hurting&lt;br /&gt;No all of us but some of us&lt;br /&gt;And if we dont hurry up&lt;br /&gt;They going to bury each and every one of us&lt;br /&gt;And if we dont hurry up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[verse 3: ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes i cant deal wit my daily issues&lt;br /&gt;Just being sober lifes a bitch and i cant control her&lt;br /&gt;I wish i could and sometimes to cry on&lt;br /&gt;We need a shoulder&lt;br /&gt;The goverment stand us up&lt;br /&gt;To run us over&lt;br /&gt;And in the hood they dont seem to understand&lt;br /&gt;God damn whats really got me wondering&lt;br /&gt;Is if its a part of a bigger plan man&lt;br /&gt;I smell some thing fishy goin on and its way beyond blowin away the smoke from these swisher&lt;br /&gt;Goin on it aint much i can do about it but preach the word of telling my people to spend ya money wisely dont be obcared&lt;br /&gt;By some things that depresiated like what like a home to open ya eyes to&lt;br /&gt;Whats the fucks thats goings on cause the constantly getting rid of us one by one wither its drugs or diesase or gun by&lt;br /&gt;Gun i aint no saint either i feel that im even doing wrong by usein this chorus to get thru this song&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[chorus repeat 2x w/ trick daddy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[outro: trick daddy]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know yall going to mess around and complain about slavery that was over 40 50 years ago black folks need to move on&lt;br /&gt;Yall keep playin wit a crackerthey going to have yo ass tied up wired up to them back roads south florida and they made&lt;br /&gt;Them laws say they cant do anything for you can a church get a amen and god for the thugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422706518296826?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422706518296826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422706518296826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-hope-yea.html' title='Ludacris - Hope Yea'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422704880626392</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.013-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:44:08.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Two Miles An Hour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeah.. we gon' send this one out&lt;br /&gt;to e'rybody that put mo' into they cars than they do they relationship&lt;br /&gt;Let's ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus: repeat 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two miles an hour, so everybody sees you &lt;i&gt;[repeat 3X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; It's get out, put my pedal to the flo' and let's roll!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesss, 7 cars, 8 cribs and ain't a damn thing changed&lt;br /&gt;I'm still pumpin 10 kickers, still grippin the grain&lt;br /&gt;Still candy in the paint, still ridin them thangs&lt;br /&gt;And most my folks would say I'm happy but I still feel pain&lt;br /&gt;Until I, jump in my ride, that's my only escape&lt;br /&gt;Me and my automobile's got these neighbors screamin, "Gimme a break!"&lt;br /&gt;It's a pity how we turn our city into obstacle courses&lt;br /&gt;Don't be mad cause I can't hold my 500 horses&lt;br /&gt;Lamborghinis and Porsches, Ferraris and Vipers&lt;br /&gt;I'ma wipe the seats witcho' drool then rub the hood with a diaper&lt;br /&gt;Television on the gas tank, the fuel make the ass stank&lt;br /&gt;I MEAN to be rude, my bass tubes are in a glass tank&lt;br /&gt;Go strap your seatbelts on, go put your money up&lt;br /&gt;Go put your life on the line, go put your honey up&lt;br /&gt;Go spread the word, run and tell all the boys&lt;br /&gt;Time to play or better yet it's time to bring out them toys&lt;br /&gt;We goin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[repeat 4X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yo, one of my ways of releasin tension while I'm releasin some steam&lt;br /&gt;Even if I just put a fresh coat of wax on I'm makin sure the slippers is clean&lt;br /&gt;The 26's is mean, shut down the block, nigga picture the fiends&lt;br /&gt;My system supreme, you can feel the knock, just picture the scene&lt;br /&gt;The chickens just scream, whole crew ballin they sick of my team&lt;br /&gt;We gettin the cream, I'm through hollerin, I'm livin my dream&lt;br /&gt;I'm black with a scheme, won't stop until that fat lady sings&lt;br /&gt;And yeah it's actual and factual what my faculty brings&lt;br /&gt;A car show for whatever we slide and wherever we glide&lt;br /&gt;You can keep your rules and regulations man cause we don't abide&lt;br /&gt;And we lookin alive, Mercedes Benz, 6 or the 5&lt;br /&gt;In a Beamer, Lexus or Ac', we don't know how to act when we drive&lt;br /&gt;And I fiend for the ride, I lay back and lean to the side&lt;br /&gt;Onlookers and turnin heads is all that's seen through his eyes&lt;br /&gt;I'm breezin on by, and no doubt, it's easy to fly&lt;br /&gt;But it's even better when you slow down or ease to the side&lt;br /&gt;and go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ridin up in, GTO's, and fo'-fo'-two's&lt;br /&gt;Grand Prixs, S-S's cause we so so cool&lt;br /&gt;Ridin Regals or the 'llacs, we in Chevelles and Verts&lt;br /&gt;Skylarks, motorcycles, ATV's with the works&lt;br /&gt;Malibus and Camaros, T-Birds and Novas&lt;br /&gt;Escalades, Navigators, Expeditions and Rovers&lt;br /&gt;H-2's and Denalis, pickup trucks with the beams&lt;br /&gt;Crown Vics, Monte Carlos, even Cutlass Supremes&lt;br /&gt;are goin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[repeat 4X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assign your name in the streets (sign your name in the streets)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422704880626392?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422704880626392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422704880626392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-two-miles-hour.html' title='Ludacris - Two Miles An Hour'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422703066932560</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.012-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:43:50.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Pimping All The Way Around</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world,&lt;br /&gt;The fancy cars, the women and the caviar, you know who we are, cause we pimpin all over the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Hoes,&lt;br /&gt;All over the world baby, it's only right that I share my experiences with ya'll, cause I've been&lt;br /&gt;places where you'll never imagine, but Ima start at home, I walk straight up to them and I'm&lt;br /&gt;like (ugh), Heyy girl how ya doin, you are the woman that I'm really pursuin, I would like to get&lt;br /&gt;to know ya, can you gimme ya name, if you jot down ya number you'll get mine in exchange, Heyy&lt;br /&gt;See I'm the man of this town, and I hope you would'nt mind if I showed you around, so when you&lt;br /&gt;go to certain places you'll be thinkin of me, we got people to meet and many places to see, Heyy&lt;br /&gt;I'm really diggin ya lips,but be careful where you walkin when you swingin them hips, I'm kinda&lt;br /&gt;concerned that you'll be causin a crash wit ya traffc jam booty, heads pausin so fast, Heyy&lt;br /&gt;I would'nt trade you for the world I swear it, I like ya hair and every style that ya wear it,&lt;br /&gt;and how the colors cordinate wit ya clothes, from your manicured nails to ya pedicured toes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You hear the song so dance, don't always think I'm tryna get in your pants,cause see me my&lt;br /&gt;pimpin's in 3-D, I'm takin you places you only see on T.V., tryna show ya that livin is trife,&lt;br /&gt;how many guys you know that can bring the travel channel to life, one day we on the auto-bind&lt;br /&gt;swervin drivin, next day we in the sun on the Virgin Islands, if you wit me ain't no time to&lt;br /&gt;sleep, especially at wet willies on Miami Beach, but I drive you off and pay you no attention if&lt;br /&gt;I make it to Atlantas Brina Brothers convention, then jump in the car and just ride for hours,&lt;br /&gt;makin sure I don't miss the homecomin at Howard, Hawaii to D.C.  it's plenty women to see, so if&lt;br /&gt;yo ass don't show up it's more women for me, Heyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm in New York at the portorican day parade, thn at night I'm in New Orleans drinkin hand&lt;br /&gt;grenades, outnumbered by the dozens at the jazz fest, in Mardigra all the women tryna show mw&lt;br /&gt;they chest, Heyy&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Jamaica spendin massive bucks, while the ladies all beggin me to masha tucks, I had sad&lt;br /&gt;beginnings when I rap wit no fans, now it's all happy endings in my lap in Japan, Heyy&lt;br /&gt;I used to think that it was way too cold til I went to Canada and say some beautiful hoes, now I&lt;br /&gt;hit the Carribean every year in Toronto, then fly t Illinois to get a taste of Chicago(ugh),Oh&lt;br /&gt;yet and still you would'nt believe your eyes if you went to Brazil, ain't no need of even askin&lt;br /&gt;brah, the best women are reside in Africa, and that's real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;City Hoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[$Money Mike$]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pimpin pimpin pimpin, ladies and gentlemen as  we ride out, could we have all the real pimps,&lt;br /&gt;please put both of your pinky fingers high in the air, now ladies look around wit me, lets see if&lt;br /&gt;we can weed some of these niggas out, cause it's no way that all these niggas could be pimpin, no&lt;br /&gt;if you happen to see a nigga wit two sweat patches up under his arms, look like he been swimmin&lt;br /&gt;in shoulder height water, please tell that nigga, put yo hands down, if you smell like you been&lt;br /&gt;at work all day and your car, please put your hands down, now look up at the pinky fingers that&lt;br /&gt;are still in the air, if you see him ashy around the knuckles, like the nigga wash half of his&lt;br /&gt;hands and lotion three quarters of his body, please say put yo hands down, if yo spinnin rims&lt;br /&gt;spin counter clockwise, you are not pimpin, if you are dancin on the dancefloor and you look to&lt;br /&gt;yo left and yo right and you do not see a woman in sight, guess what you guessed it you are not&lt;br /&gt;pimpin, if your Vodka and cranberry is really really dark like blood, that's because you did'nt&lt;br /&gt;order Vodka buddy, that's why it's three dollars a glass, put your hands down, now look down, I&lt;br /&gt;need everybody to pull up your pants leg one time ok, you see the nigga wit the white socks NOT&lt;br /&gt;PIMPIN! &lt;i&gt;[fading out]&lt;/i&gt;, sorry unless you tryna do the Beat It entorauge, if your shoes have a buckle&lt;br /&gt;on, your not pimpin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422703066932560?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422703066932560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422703066932560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-pimping-all-way-around.html' title='Ludacris - Pimping All The Way Around'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422697541462641</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.011-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:42:55.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Large Amounts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 4X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this life one thing counts&lt;br /&gt;In the bank, large amounts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda speaks in the background]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse One]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now everybody wants a piece of my pie&lt;br /&gt;And it don't help when I'm screaming on these records that I'm rich&lt;br /&gt;Calling people from my number now I Bligh&lt;br /&gt;Cuz there's nothing worse then getting horned by a stockin' ass bitch (oh yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Cuz good game I'm talkin' and yet you're so true some women will have you feeling blue like cris&lt;br /&gt;I lay my feet upon the path and now I'm walkin'&lt;br /&gt;I spread my well out or someone close will have me layin' in a ditch&lt;br /&gt;I have my friends steal from me&lt;br /&gt;Snatch my credit card and my wallet hit the town and leave outstanding bills for me&lt;br /&gt;They say I got the cash for it and I can't recall one single member of my family that never&lt;br /&gt;asked for it&lt;br /&gt;They've been kicking down doors and bustin' out flows&lt;br /&gt;They can't get me on the phone so they surprise me at my show&lt;br /&gt;And everybody needs a loan plus they say they won't blow it&lt;br /&gt;All I hear "common cuss you know I'm good for it" (man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 4X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse Two]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now don't get me wrong cuz being rich is such a beautiful thing&lt;br /&gt;But more money, more problems people drive me insane&lt;br /&gt;Now giving no handouts no more so take advantage and flee&lt;br /&gt;My goal's to set my friends up to make some paper like me&lt;br /&gt;Put them in position and make their wishes come...true&lt;br /&gt;So they can have multiple accounts gain interest over night&lt;br /&gt;Given a million dollars, what you gone...do?&lt;br /&gt;Wrap your life for your kids-kids or would you spend it over night?&lt;br /&gt;Now see me I do both I got a limited fun&lt;br /&gt;My daughters life was set before (?) turned one &lt;br /&gt;And it don't help that I got 4 or 5 retirement funds&lt;br /&gt;So if I (?) before I'm 30 I can lay in the sun&lt;br /&gt;My (?) can show and prove the real meaning of fun&lt;br /&gt;That's why I live by the sword but you can die by my gun&lt;br /&gt;The IRS `ll never sweat me or even put up a fight&lt;br /&gt;Cuz I'm sure I pay more in taxes then you made in your life&lt;br /&gt;Because...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 4X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse Three]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now women these days don't want a man without a nice pay check&lt;br /&gt;So he splurge even though our lives ain't in right place yet  &lt;br /&gt;Buying jewellery and some cars just to impress these whores&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile you (?) poor  "daddy why you left me for?"&lt;br /&gt;Yeah but it all comes back that's why I named my daughter Karma (yup)&lt;br /&gt;Who teaching me the lesson of life and making me smarter&lt;br /&gt;I sweep her off her feet cuz I'm her knight in shining armour&lt;br /&gt;And I have your fucking head if anybody tries to harm her&lt;br /&gt;Got to teach her about the game that most of us niggaz are spitin?&lt;br /&gt;About these scandalous ass women that get money thru gifts&lt;br /&gt;They suck a cold hard wood for some cold hard cash&lt;br /&gt;Or ride a brother good to put a foot up on the gas&lt;br /&gt;So that brand new ride pick up our friends&lt;br /&gt;While you're slippin` she slides&lt;br /&gt;Drop top Benz gold diggers inside&lt;br /&gt;Crazy what the world will do for money&lt;br /&gt;Thinking that everything will be alright&lt;br /&gt;Cuz...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus repeat till end]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422697541462641?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422697541462641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422697541462641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-large-amounts.html' title='Ludacris - Large Amounts'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422695322796011</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.010-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:42:33.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Who Not me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Small World X4 (Ludacris)]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uhhuhh no way no how, get like blaow, blaow, blaow kapaow&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah, you ever hear somebody sayin' something and you think they talking)&lt;br /&gt;(Bout you, you not quite sho' Younasayin' but it aint no way they talking' bout)&lt;br /&gt;(You, introducing the new membes of Disturbing Tha Peace: Small World)&lt;br /&gt;(From Norfclk, Dolla Boi from Playaz Circle, Here we go What?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus X2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Small World]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3, 2, 1&lt;br /&gt;What's begun, is the start but bitch we be saying we&lt;br /&gt;"we just getting started it since one"&lt;br /&gt;Y'all been monitoring, pondering bout it&lt;br /&gt;How bout I, pull it out and kapaow, I'll heat em up out his mouth with it&lt;br /&gt;Big Small World, Norfclk is the gang, extended clip in the jeans&lt;br /&gt;Put em in a box like Bisquick&lt;br /&gt;I'm a laker wit clips, get em in the lake wit clips&lt;br /&gt;Truth is ya a clipper with clips aint cha bitch&lt;br /&gt;I'm bout my loot and dollars, I'll shot you for looting dollars&lt;br /&gt;But you lootless and dollarless, fuck it I shot for Luda n Dolla&lt;br /&gt;I crash parties, blast with proposed toast&lt;br /&gt;Im a have a problem like Scrap blat with me short of hoes&lt;br /&gt;One for ya damn lips, or there be mixture of blood and dandruff&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get my damn drift&lt;br /&gt;Creep to ya grave and leak DT Piss&lt;br /&gt;This is yo highness at his less tempered&lt;br /&gt;Keep it pimpin' and watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus X2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Dolla Boi]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I been having a bad day, the same ol shit&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a fuck about who you is&lt;br /&gt;The same ol clique, and the same ol biz&lt;br /&gt;The same ol flip , wit the same ol whip&lt;br /&gt;The same 4-4, with the same ol clip&lt;br /&gt;Half the bullets gone, the otha half you can get, bitch&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Rick James "I'm Rich Bitch"&lt;br /&gt;You talkin' to much, nigga you a snitch bitch&lt;br /&gt;And we don't do it like that&lt;br /&gt;We do 3 quarter drops and we bring a brick back, black&lt;br /&gt;Don't act get ya whole trap splat, ack&lt;br /&gt;Unload em reload em, we back black&lt;br /&gt;And when dem gats letting off&lt;br /&gt;Red dots loud noises like planes taking off&lt;br /&gt;Dolla Boi I got the game in a cross, make me bang at cha boss&lt;br /&gt;For dem things coming soft, nigga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus X2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, Oh, Oh, Oh&lt;br /&gt;Now if a bad bitch wants dick, then its dick I give her&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris nigga, I stand and deliver&lt;br /&gt;Neva back down, won't shake nor shiver&lt;br /&gt;Fuck with me and get found in the shadohoochie  river&lt;br /&gt;This 7 inch shank, will put a stop to his ticker&lt;br /&gt;But shoties to the body make him drop much quicker&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I appear to be a nice lil nigga&lt;br /&gt;Fuck with anything I love, I'm a stone cold killa&lt;br /&gt;Eating off of 'Sace, sleeping on chinchilla&lt;br /&gt;8 figga nigga, I'm a multi milla&lt;br /&gt;See me in the street, it can't get no realer&lt;br /&gt;Giving back to my hood with a pocket full of scrilla&lt;br /&gt;My neighbors say my house can't get no bigga&lt;br /&gt;I do good ass bidness, with a bad ass temper&lt;br /&gt;Please tell ya bitch, stop playing with my zipper&lt;br /&gt;Or I'll Brrrrddd Stick Her HaHaHa Stick HER!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus X2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Not me, Couldn't be me, Naw not me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422695322796011?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422695322796011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422695322796011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-who-not-me.html' title='Ludacris - Who Not me'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422693471724923</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:42:14.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Spur Of The Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Quik]&lt;/i&gt; Gotta keep it a secret (woo!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Ay man let me ask you somethin man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; You ever have one of them days where you felt like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; you mighta got rid of all the bad seeds in your life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Y'knahmean like you just got your paycheck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Paid off a car note or somethin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Just jumped out the shower feelin fresh than a muh'fucka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Witcha good shoes on, y'knahmtalkinbout?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Quik]&lt;/i&gt; You mean like, paid off a Cadillac car note?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Like a Cadillac, like you ready to throw a party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Like call e'rybody you know, don't even plan it, just do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Quik]&lt;/i&gt; In Compton we call that "spur of the moment"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt; Well let's do it, spur of the moment, whattup?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you can bring the drinks a little mo' my way&lt;br /&gt;More I say, on another hot sunny Cali-for-nye day&lt;br /&gt;Just touched down, called up my 8-1-8&lt;br /&gt;fo' a date with some other bust downs&lt;br /&gt;And I cruised up the block, car losed up the top&lt;br /&gt;I take the breeze, quick break the trees&lt;br /&gt;Feel good as we flippin through the Robb Repo't&lt;br /&gt;My baby momma ain't trippin on child suppo't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DJ Quik]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because she can't support that garbage, she should come pay homage&lt;br /&gt;When we pair 'em, we gon' share 'em, when I'm finished we all switch&lt;br /&gt;I ain't really got the time, yo I'm chillin with Luda-&lt;br /&gt;-cris stop and twist the buddha got me feelin like this is it&lt;br /&gt;If we gon' party, we gon' sip, we got a bar&lt;br /&gt;We all in shape, we gon' go far, you can't stop the car&lt;br /&gt;We on the freeway, if you get out you burnt&lt;br /&gt;You woulda thought you woulda learned me when my hair was all permed&lt;br /&gt;I think y'all bullshittin with it dawg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's on tonight, get licked, get gone tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[KJ]&lt;/i&gt; Therefore, in my life, everything's gonna be, alright&lt;br /&gt;G'd up, my mind is freed up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[KJ]&lt;/i&gt; From the day, through the night, everything's gonna be, alright&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DJ Quik]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Arabian Spruce, Seagram's bumpy and juice&lt;br /&gt;We used to bag and then truce, we used to sag and get loose&lt;br /&gt;Not the kind of cats that would jump in your bag for your jewels&lt;br /&gt;But to put some money in it for your drink and your shoes&lt;br /&gt;We get the News like MTV, every ten to the hour&lt;br /&gt;We play Mario Brothers, we eat the 'shroom and get power&lt;br /&gt;Now eat your sour powers, and use your dental floss&lt;br /&gt;What does bein mental cost?  If you ain't knowin you already lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So stay with me, and let's get tipsy&lt;br /&gt;Rememberin the days on the block sippin whiskey&lt;br /&gt;Runnin 'round grinnin, runnin 'round sinnin&lt;br /&gt;Gettin lit, then I wonder why my head kept spinnin&lt;br /&gt;But I'm all grown up now, less throwin up now&lt;br /&gt;Record blowed up, so my hood throwed up&lt;br /&gt;Now let's break loose cause your boy's around&lt;br /&gt;And tonight we gon' celebrate bein allowed riiiiight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just one of those days, without a care in the world&lt;br /&gt;You ain't gotta look mean, I know you care for your girl&lt;br /&gt;But she's lookin this way and I'm gonna come get her&lt;br /&gt;Fresh haircut, so I'm feelin quite kipper&lt;br /&gt;Can't nothin go wrong cause my strap's on my back&lt;br /&gt;And if fools wanna scrap then my tool will attack&lt;br /&gt;But forget the click-clack, ain't no need for the steel&lt;br /&gt;Just a straight house party and some meat on the grill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DJ Quik]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's Los Angeles, watch a boss handle biz&lt;br /&gt;I'ma put this on my kids, stupid it's an outfit&lt;br /&gt;If you ain't been around the world keep yo' mouth zipped&lt;br /&gt;Cause I do {?} elevation&lt;br /&gt;You see I'm not normal and I'm not a homo&lt;br /&gt;I'm mo' apt to shoot a porno with you in cornrows&lt;br /&gt;And call it "More Hoes: Volume 5, Volume 6"&lt;br /&gt;And show it in the back of my truck, at the picnic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - repeat 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422693471724923?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422693471724923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422693471724923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-spur-of-moment.html' title='Ludacris - Spur Of The Moment'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422691942443713</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:41:59.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Skit</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; You might as well put dat down we on our way to Cali to get some real dough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; waz up girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; Waz up baby? I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; I know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; When you coming out here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Man]&lt;/i&gt; Who da FUCK iz dat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; Ahh Damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Man]&lt;/i&gt;I dont play dat shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; owwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Man]&lt;/i&gt; Get off dis got dammn phone. Nigga who da fuck iz dis? Im a Ol' G Nigga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; Waz up nigga dis dis Luda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Man]&lt;/i&gt; Luda who nigga&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; Luda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Man]&lt;/i&gt; LUDA.. Luda... Ludacris?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; YE YE Yeah NIGGA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Man]&lt;/i&gt; ahh Snap. Aye man how you now my girl? Man i got all yo albums. Man Back For The First&lt;br /&gt;Time. Man ya know what im sayin. I even got Incock Negro man. ahhh man My bad baby get up off da&lt;br /&gt;floor. you didnt tell me it waz Luda. Aint dat a bitch. My girl Fuckin Luda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Girl]&lt;/i&gt; HE HE HELLO?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; Yeaah Ima call you back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422691942443713?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422691942443713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422691942443713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-skit.html' title='Ludacris - Skit'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422690268449278</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:41:42.686-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Pass Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you a lame motherfucker, get yo' ass out!&lt;br /&gt;I'm from the A, I came to party 'til I pass out!&lt;br /&gt;So if you with me and you tipsy throw your fist up!&lt;br /&gt;If you got diamonds and they shinin throw your wrist up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;It's Luda Luda get it right I'm Mr. Money Machine&lt;br /&gt;And I'm steady lookin for two women I can come in between&lt;br /&gt;You can catch me chillin up in the cut but I'm always ready for ac-tion&lt;br /&gt;I'm stunt, like Jackie Chan and lay low, like {?} Jack-son&lt;br /&gt;Ma-xin and rela-xin, haters, do they really wanna test me mannnn&lt;br /&gt;I got an arsenal waitin, do they really wanna catch me mannnn&lt;br /&gt;No, I, don't, think, so&lt;br /&gt;I've, got killers on the pay-roll if there's a, problem then say-so&lt;br /&gt;I, make dough until there's none left&lt;br /&gt;I run with plenty gangs that's holdin thangs&lt;br /&gt;and rearrange your frame in one breath&lt;br /&gt;So to keep on breathin I suggest you take this beatin&lt;br /&gt;'Tis the season for bleedin and we've been lookin for a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey hey&lt;br /&gt;Come holla at me, I'm a star, I got the hood on smash&lt;br /&gt;You know me!  My whole car smell like a woodshop class&lt;br /&gt;I point 'em out like her, her, that girl with the mouth&lt;br /&gt;plus you and your friends&lt;br /&gt;Let me show you some whips that don't come out 'til the year of 2010&lt;br /&gt;So I'm flockin 'em in, 'til the droptop is rockin again&lt;br /&gt;Boy I got it locked, if you think not, then you'll get popped in the chin&lt;br /&gt;And I'm clockin these ends, my record sales are blockin 'em in&lt;br /&gt;Gotta thank those blessed to walk the streets to those that's locked in the pen&lt;br /&gt;My entourage is game faces, mean muggin, mean muggin&lt;br /&gt;Now the media is convinced that we thuggin, we thuggin&lt;br /&gt;Momma told me grow up to be somethin, be somethin&lt;br /&gt;I went diamond with this album so we buckin, we buckin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm so far ahead it's only RIGHT for you to hate on me mayne&lt;br /&gt;When I'm pushin 90 by myself up in the H.O.B. lane&lt;br /&gt;They tryin to figure how many mo' women that I can take on my plane&lt;br /&gt;Bein one of the few rappers responsible for changin the game&lt;br /&gt;Now desperate artists tryin to sue but they just makin some claims&lt;br /&gt;Can't get in the spotlight for NOTHIN and it just makes 'em insane&lt;br /&gt;That's why some of the niggaz resort right back to bakin that 'caine&lt;br /&gt;And sellin it off to junky monkeys who keep bakin they brain&lt;br /&gt;As they grow older they'll be feelin a lot of achin and pain&lt;br /&gt;So right at the head they might as well just be aimin that thang&lt;br /&gt;And you ain't helpin the process out by always cakin these dames&lt;br /&gt;But it is hard givin up the place where they be shakin they thangs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422690268449278?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422690268449278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422690268449278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-pass-out.html' title='Ludacris - Pass Out'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422688729034884</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:41:27.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - The Potion</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What up aye shawty what it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[repeat 3x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lil Buddy whatcha want some violent shit 2 steppin laid back still wildin shit what up&lt;br /&gt;aye baby I got the potion Take a sip of this and put yo back in motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[repeat 1x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[VERSE 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I'm like a needle in a haystack so face that goin back to the drwing board connect dots&lt;br /&gt;but can't trace that  Matta fact erase that cause I'm this late track getcha face slapped and I'm&lt;br /&gt;straight so don't taste that try somthin different and shit I'm listenin and shit speakin about&lt;br /&gt;what hip-hop missin and shit I'm bout to feel aboard Ludacris born in illinois raisd in Atlanta&lt;br /&gt;taught hamma since I was a little boy ain't nobody like me so they wanna fight me fight me step&lt;br /&gt;to me now but it ain't like me people swear they sike me just cause he like skippy wit braids in&lt;br /&gt;his hair don't mean that nigga look like me trick getcha mind right livin in a limelight so&lt;br /&gt;picture what they'll do for my jimmy and a kondike   Bar Bar hardy hard tell yo mama imma ghetto&lt;br /&gt;superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[VERSE 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only 75 I make but still a bigshot plus i gotta big   clean everyday stay fresher than whats in&lt;br /&gt;a ziploc tell yo man to kick rocks when I make my pit stops I'm in then its hard to get me out&lt;br /&gt;like imma slip not Born to be a leader and not no not a follower only hang wit chicks that got mo&lt;br /&gt;twist than Oliver And imma tell my hollower would i like to borrow her lips bringing out the best&lt;br /&gt;in me specially if she's a swallower freaky-deaky yellow man to all the lovely ladys that like to&lt;br /&gt;jiggle like jello man bigger booty small waist put'me in a small place and if it ain't no ass&lt;br /&gt;where im at then I'm  in the wrong place bells like a bondsman but keep'em dancin like Bob&lt;br /&gt;Johnson who da hell is that in that fancy car tell yo mama imma ghetto superstar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[VERSE 3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jump down turn around&lt;br /&gt;Pick a bell of cotton&lt;br /&gt;Jump down turn around&lt;br /&gt;Pick a bell of hay&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lordy pick a bell of cotton&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lordy Pick a bell of hay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[repeat 1x]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still workin like a slave&lt;br /&gt;Learnin tricks in da trade in da ghetto state of mind till im rich and I'm paid pickin records&lt;br /&gt;Like cotton in the thick of the day&lt;br /&gt;Till I'm spoiled and I'm rotten and they send us away life no different that ozar minimum wage&lt;br /&gt;mo money but still locked in a similar cage either losers of tomorrow Now just that and theres&lt;br /&gt;really nothin missin to say but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[CHORUS]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422688729034884?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422688729034884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422688729034884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-potion.html' title='Ludacris - The Potion'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422685732293474</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:40:57.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Child Of The Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 2X: Nate Dogg]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna get in ya, child of the night&lt;br /&gt;.. and the hood rolls on&lt;br /&gt;How do I begin to, do this shit right&lt;br /&gt;.. get my hustle on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look here!&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word&lt;br /&gt;But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred&lt;br /&gt;It's all a part of growin up and seein life at it's worst&lt;br /&gt;Then tryin to iron out my wrinkles, puttin family first&lt;br /&gt;It seems like the whole world is out for sinkin my boat&lt;br /&gt;But with God as my navigator I'll be stayin afloat&lt;br /&gt;And I admit to bein caught by many foolish distractions&lt;br /&gt;Then I'm forced to pay the price as the result of my actions&lt;br /&gt;I'm battlin with MYSELF and every DAY it's a war&lt;br /&gt;Curiosity killed the cat, why am I Curious George?&lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my nose up outta thangs that ain't none of my biz&lt;br /&gt;And just cause somethin looks don't really mean that it is&lt;br /&gt;Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife&lt;br /&gt;And take the necessary steps to try to change my life&lt;br /&gt;I got some questions for you Lord cause my mentality's hood&lt;br /&gt;So why is everything that's bad for me feel so good?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm a only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways&lt;br /&gt;I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it&lt;br /&gt;is from the ground up a hundred miles and runnin&lt;br /&gt;Dodgin and duckin everybody tryin to hammer me down&lt;br /&gt;A self-made millionaire, baby look at me now&lt;br /&gt;Can't tell me nothin still hungry as the day I began&lt;br /&gt;Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand&lt;br /&gt;And a, pad in my lap, didn't matter in fact&lt;br /&gt;Me and my momma lived in one room, and what's badder than that&lt;br /&gt;was a young man forced to grow up at the age of 12&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get in where I fit, streets givin me hell&lt;br /&gt;But yet I give it right - back, so how you like - that&lt;br /&gt;Continue doin wrong 'til I was on the right - track&lt;br /&gt;Tell me 'bout heavy money I might give it a PUSH&lt;br /&gt;But a, bird in the hand is worth two in the bush&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter how much older we get man, we all still children at heart&lt;br /&gt;We all make mistakes, it's all good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits&lt;br /&gt;Livin life on the cuttin edge, takin a stab at it&lt;br /&gt;And learnin from my mistakes, try not to make 'em twice&lt;br /&gt;Just admittin when I'm wrong, tryin hard to make it right&lt;br /&gt;And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours&lt;br /&gt;There's plenty people gettin stitches in this world of scars&lt;br /&gt;But over time, pray to God that he can heal your wounds&lt;br /&gt;Try to love and love again until they seal your tomb&lt;br /&gt;Cause life is short if you don't know this it'll pass you by&lt;br /&gt;That's why my head is in the clouds tryin to pass the sky&lt;br /&gt;Never blinkin for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes&lt;br /&gt;They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile that's why I'm bringin so much life to my shows&lt;br /&gt;I've seen smiles I'm makin changes turnin glitter to gold&lt;br /&gt;Don't let these devils play you down or belittle your soul&lt;br /&gt;Just be happy with yo'self and it's so simple to grow&lt;br /&gt;Come on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - to fade w/ ad libs]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422685732293474?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422685732293474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422685732293474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-child-of-night.html' title='Ludacris - Child Of The Night'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422684031072238</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:40:40.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Blueberry Yum Yum</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Um, I think ima try somthin that i aint,&lt;br /&gt;that i aint neva did before on this one, lets go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a lil bit of Blueberry Yum Yum&lt;br /&gt;and I neva would of thought that they could eva taste this goooooood&lt;br /&gt;Think God for the man who put it in my hoooooood&lt;br /&gt;Its got me singin melodies I neva thought i woooouuuuld&lt;br /&gt;Im feelin sorry for the homies that be smokin wooood&lt;br /&gt;Chop Chop, break it down for a playa like me me me me me&lt;br /&gt;Im bout to find me a women that skeet skeet skeet skeet&lt;br /&gt;Ima keep smokin till i reach my peak peak peak peak&lt;br /&gt;Or till im stuck and my body feel weak weak weak weak weak&lt;br /&gt;headed down to the doungeon woundren, if they got, some moore&lt;br /&gt;and if they dont then ima have ta settle for some droooo&lt;br /&gt;and it just aint cool cuz I dont have ta, ima have ta gooooo&lt;br /&gt;and continue on my mission fishin for tha Yum Yum but im movin sloooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yess, fire fire got me so tired ima stop drop and rooooooolll&lt;br /&gt;Put a wet towel under the doooooooor&lt;br /&gt;Dont pass it I cant take it no mooooore&lt;br /&gt;Somebody take a trip down to the stoooooore&lt;br /&gt;hurry please cus i need some snacks snacks snacks snacks&lt;br /&gt;and how long will it take to get back back back back&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed ima lil off track track track track track&lt;br /&gt;Off this weed and im full of that yac yac yac yac yac&lt;br /&gt;Get on in that stinkin Lincoln crank it up and riiiiide&lt;br /&gt;and it aint enuff room to fit the other chicks inside&lt;br /&gt;Im so hungry wit tha munchies ima eat everyting insiiiiiide&lt;br /&gt;Me and my blueberrys together and everythings all right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters, roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Luda]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get the propane, rollin things and lets blow this place uuuuuup&lt;br /&gt;You already know whats uuup&lt;br /&gt;I mighta had to pay some extra buuuuuucks&lt;br /&gt;But I really dont give a fuuuuuck&lt;br /&gt;Cuz a brotha feels great great great great great&lt;br /&gt;But im barely awake wake wake wake wake&lt;br /&gt;All bent outa shape shape shape shape shape&lt;br /&gt;So stomp on ya brake brake brake brake brake&lt;br /&gt;If u token good, then all my somkas, let me see ya flames&lt;br /&gt;Dont know what ya got but my bag will, put yo stuff, ta shame&lt;br /&gt;All tha different kinds of otha flavors, they dont mean a thing&lt;br /&gt;You cant compare it dont stare cuz i got the ultimate Mary Jane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Hook]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;Get ya lighters roll that sticky, lets get higher (lets get higher)&lt;br /&gt;Got that Blueberry Yum Yum And its that fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422684031072238?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422684031072238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422684031072238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-blueberry-yum-yum.html' title='Ludacris - Blueberry Yum Yum'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422682112937506</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:40:21.130-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Put Your Money Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;[dice rolling]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[DMX]&lt;/i&gt; Grrrrrrrr..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus 2X: Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt; + (DMX)&lt;br /&gt;Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK)&lt;br /&gt;Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)&lt;br /&gt;Bet a hundred (bet a hundred) bet a thousand (BET A STACK)&lt;br /&gt;Bet a million (put yo' money where yo' mouth is)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it rush through your veins, cause I'ma be the one&lt;br /&gt;to step up and put a hundred thousand dollars on the game&lt;br /&gt;Got a pocket full of change and they C-note stacks&lt;br /&gt;Bustin dominoes, spades, cee-lo, craps&lt;br /&gt;We shootin pool at the Luda-plex; I slap a hundred on the table&lt;br /&gt;just to see if any fools wanna do it next&lt;br /&gt;I got games galore, I got game for sure&lt;br /&gt;And when I win I spit game to whores (yep)&lt;br /&gt;Or double it back, I'll double the stacks&lt;br /&gt;Throw a dub, a big face or double the stack (boy)&lt;br /&gt;And we can 'bout anything that you wanna do&lt;br /&gt;But come up short and OH THE THANGS that the gun'll do&lt;br /&gt;Throw in the towel cause I'm makin 'em sweat&lt;br /&gt;Or put your house on the line and I can cover the bet&lt;br /&gt;So hurry up and come get some, if you want some&lt;br /&gt;You know the phrase - scared money don't make none!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Throw some money on the books, cause I know how to call 'em&lt;br /&gt;Somebody tell my fam I got a gamblin problem&lt;br /&gt;I don't know when to STOP, maybe when somebody's&lt;br /&gt;drug away by the COPS, or when I'm blowin steam&lt;br /&gt;Countin green in the DROP, because whether legal or illegal&lt;br /&gt;all my people bring the strength to the block&lt;br /&gt;Yessir, I thought you knew it, we loco&lt;br /&gt;We'll bet on anything, just to see if anybody's gon' do it&lt;br /&gt;It's people livin they LIFE comin up off change&lt;br /&gt;And hustlers payin they bills comin up off games&lt;br /&gt;Whether it's Madden or it's Live, tell 'em pick up the sticks&lt;br /&gt;They call me Mr. Put-Down-Two-And-Pick-Up-Six&lt;br /&gt;Then walk away with a clean slate; catch me out in A.C.&lt;br /&gt;Callin yo' bluff with Puff eatin cheesecake&lt;br /&gt;So all my ramblers, runners and money scramblers&lt;br /&gt;Put your drinks up to all compulsive gamblers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm up in Vegas with a stack of black chips&lt;br /&gt;Breakin the whole casino and doin backflips, man&lt;br /&gt;Cameras eyein us, sidebetters tryin us&lt;br /&gt;The more chips we stack, the more drinks they buyin us&lt;br /&gt;Tryin to get me off my grind, but it won't work&lt;br /&gt;Cause I can drink a fifth of gin and it don't hurt&lt;br /&gt;I'm still breakin 'em, and dice still shakin 'em&lt;br /&gt;I'll step in any place, just ask X what I say to 'em&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus - 2X]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422682112937506?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422682112937506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422682112937506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-put-your-money-down.html' title='Ludacris - Put Your Money Down'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422679081682394</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:39:50.816-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Get Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Intro]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hands Up! Hands Up! Here's another one.. and a.. and a.. another one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Ee-Ee Whoo-Whoo) Why you all in my ear? Talkin' a whole bunch a sh*t that I ain't tryin to hear.&lt;br /&gt;Get Back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;(Ee-Ee Whoo-Whoo) I ain't playin' around.. Make one false move, I'll take you down.&lt;br /&gt;Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that.&lt;br /&gt;Get back! Motherfucker You don't know me like that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, so, come on, come on. DON'T get swung on, swung on. It's the knick-knack-patty-whack still riding cadillacs. Family&lt;br /&gt;off the streets, made my homies put the baggies back. (Whoo!) Still snaggin' plaques (yep), still action-packed (yep), and&lt;br /&gt;dope.. i keep it flippin' like acrobats. That's why I pack a mack, that'll crack a back, cause on my waist, there's more&lt;br /&gt;heat than the shaq-attack! But I ain't speakin' about ballin', jus' thinkin' about brawlin' 'til y'all start ballin'. We&lt;br /&gt;all in together now, birds of the feather now, jus' bought a plane so we change in the weather now. So put your brakes on,&lt;br /&gt;cats put your capes on, and knock off your block, get dropped, and have your face blown. Cause I'll prove it, scratch off&lt;br /&gt;the music, like hey little stupid, don't make me looose it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came (I came), I saw (I saw), I hit him right dead in the jaw (in the jaw). &lt;i&gt;[x4]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See I caught him with a right hook, caught him with a jab, caught him with an upper cut, kicked him in his ass. Sent him&lt;br /&gt;on his way cause I ain't for that talk, and no trips to the county.. I ain't for that walk! We split like 2 pins at the&lt;br /&gt;end of a lane, we'll knock out your spotlight and put end to your fame. Holding DTP pinned at the end of yo' chain, and put&lt;br /&gt;the booty of a swish at the end of a flaamme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you want WHAT with me?! I'm gonna tell you one time, don't F*CK with me! Get down! Beat his ass.. ain't got nothin'&lt;br /&gt;to lose, and i'm havin a bad day, don't make me take it out on you! &lt;i&gt;[x2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maann, cause I don't wanna do that. I wanna have a good time and enjoy my Jack.. sit back and watch some women get drunk&lt;br /&gt;as hell, so I can wake up in the morning with a story to tell. I know it's been a little while since I've been out the&lt;br /&gt;house, but now I'm here.. you wanna stand around runnin' yo' mouth? I can't hear nothing you sayin' or spittin', so what's&lt;br /&gt;up? Don't you see we in the club?, man shut the f*ck up!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Outro]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah! We in the red light district!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! We in the red light district!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! We in the red light district!&lt;br /&gt;Ah! We in the red light district!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! We in the red light district!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! The red light district!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo! The red light district..&lt;br /&gt;Ah! The red light district..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422679081682394?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422679081682394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422679081682394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-get-back.html' title='Ludacris - Get Back'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422677369193294</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:39:33.690-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Number One Spot</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris - imitating Austin Powers]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeahhhh baby, heh heh, yeahh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Ludacris]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back again (that's right) Luda! Ha ha ha ha (Feel this)&lt;br /&gt;It gets meaner and meaner each time baby&lt;br /&gt;Feelin real good too (holla at 'em man) What up Uncle 'Face! (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I'm a bull in this industry man (tell 'em)&lt;br /&gt;Some would rather run down and get one cow (nah)&lt;br /&gt;I think I'd rather walk down and get 'em all&lt;br /&gt;You know what I'm talkin 'bout right? Look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 1]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm never goin nowhere so don't try me&lt;br /&gt;My music sticks in fans veins like an IV&lt;br /&gt;Flows poison like Ivy, oh they grimy&lt;br /&gt;Already offers on my 6th album from labels tryin to sign me&lt;br /&gt;Respected highly, HIIII MR. O'REILLY&lt;br /&gt;Hope all is well, kiss the plantiff and the wifey&lt;br /&gt;Drove through the window, the industry super sized me&lt;br /&gt;Now the girls see me and a river's what they cry me&lt;br /&gt;I'm on the rise, so many people despise me&lt;br /&gt;Got party ammunition for those tryin to surprise me (surprise!)&lt;br /&gt;It's a celebration and everyone should invite me&lt;br /&gt;Roll with the crew or meet the bottom of our Nikes (blaow!)&lt;br /&gt;Explorer like Dora these swipers can't swipe me&lt;br /&gt;My whole aura's so MEAN in my white tee&lt;br /&gt;Nobody light-skinded reppin harder since Ice-T&lt;br /&gt;You disagree, take the Tyson approach and bite me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa! Don't slip up or get got! (Why not man?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin for that number one spot! (Alright)&lt;br /&gt;Rappers swearin they on top! (Nuh uh, uh uh)&lt;br /&gt;But I'm comin' for they number one spot! (Alright man)&lt;br /&gt;Scheme scheme, plot plot (say WHAT?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin for that number one spot! (Woo, hey)&lt;br /&gt;Keep it goin it won't stop! (What you doin man?)&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin for that number one spot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes indeed, Ludacris I'm hotter than Nevada&lt;br /&gt;Ready to break the steerin column on yo' Impala&lt;br /&gt;If I get caught, bail out, po'-po' I tell 'em holla&lt;br /&gt;In court I never show up, like Austin Powers fa-zha&lt;br /&gt;Father, father, and hey I love gold&lt;br /&gt;But can buy anything I want from the records I've sold&lt;br /&gt;Jacuzzi's hot, Cristal is so cold&lt;br /&gt;Neighbors catch contacts, from the blunts that I've rolled&lt;br /&gt;A pig in a blanket, a smoke and a pancake&lt;br /&gt;Drop albums non-stop once a year for my fans sake&lt;br /&gt;I crush mics until my hand breaks&lt;br /&gt;Then shag now and shag later 'til these women can't stand straight&lt;br /&gt;The Luda-meister got 'em feelin so randy&lt;br /&gt;I'm +XXL+ so I call 'em my +Eye Candy+&lt;br /&gt;Brush my shoulder and I, pop my collar&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm worth a million ga-zillion fa-fillion dollars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Causin lyrical disasters, it's the master&lt;br /&gt;Make music for Mini-Me's, models and Fat Bastards&lt;br /&gt;These women tryin yo get me out my Pelle Pelle&lt;br /&gt;They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!"&lt;br /&gt;Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo&lt;br /&gt;Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls&lt;br /&gt;Ludacris sent down to take over the whole world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422677369193294?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422677369193294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422677369193294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-number-one-spot.html' title='Ludacris - Number One Spot'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110422675164537718</id><published>2004-12-28T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T01:39:11.646-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ludacris - Intro</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Yeh, ohh!&lt;br /&gt;Check me out, look&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes love, hate, pleasure and pain&lt;br /&gt;Fo' albums in the can and I'm STILL in the game (what up?)&lt;br /&gt;And last album, they don't like me to tell this&lt;br /&gt;Debuted at #1 and sold more records than Elvis (shut up!)&lt;br /&gt;That's what they tellin me, switch up your melody&lt;br /&gt;Through with misdemeanors, they tryin to give rappers felonies&lt;br /&gt;So they can lock us up one at a time&lt;br /&gt;But true writers stay FREE in e'ry one of our lines&lt;br /&gt;And if you not feelin I'm the cream of the crop&lt;br /&gt;I'll KNOCK rappers off your list 'til I get to the top!&lt;br /&gt;Still you lookin at a man that's financially stable&lt;br /&gt;Only nigga gettin checks cut from four different labels&lt;br /&gt;That Pillsbury dough, women poke my guts&lt;br /&gt;Still I walk around the streets like I'm broke as FUCK&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me in your town and I appear to be moody&lt;br /&gt;It's cause I'm thinkin 'bout plans that's bigger than Serena booty&lt;br /&gt;Me and Shaka still starvin and lookin for meals&lt;br /&gt;And HEADS UP!  Ludacris is almost out of his deal&lt;br /&gt;I'm over ten million sold, every album is CRACK&lt;br /&gt;And for now I'm bout to carry Def Jam on my BACK&lt;br /&gt;Mad rappers I hear you talkin way down at the bottom&lt;br /&gt;Though I make big money, still handle small problems&lt;br /&gt;The ramblin at the mouth, I don't PLAY THAT SHIT&lt;br /&gt;I'm the best and I ain't really got SAY THAT SHIT!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110422675164537718?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422675164537718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110422675164537718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/ludacris-intro.html' title='Ludacris - Intro'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419623928871236</id><published>2004-12-27T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:10:39.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - Da Blow</title><content type='html'>[Hook 3x]&lt;br /&gt;The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb&lt;br /&gt;The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb&lt;br /&gt;The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jo]&lt;br /&gt;The dro, the 'purp, the 'r'nge (orange), get gush&lt;br /&gt;The bad, no haps, no where to keep it hashed&lt;br /&gt;A joint or two will do you niggas smoke a blunt of this&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna smoke with me, don't bring no bullshit&lt;br /&gt;The blue dumpin', white spinners&lt;br /&gt;The green nickles, that red Superman&lt;br /&gt;Them peach for the five, that white for less&lt;br /&gt;Will have them hoes hotter than a box of stolen checks&lt;br /&gt;The snow, the white in Miami get crunk&lt;br /&gt;When I see 'em in the club, they sniffin' up that stuff&lt;br /&gt;Give you one G of white&lt;br /&gt;Give me two G of white&lt;br /&gt;Give me three G of white&lt;br /&gt;A eight ball for the night&lt;br /&gt;When you wanna get cha lean on it's nothing but that yellow&lt;br /&gt;Or theat 'purp down in Texas, them niggas got whatever&lt;br /&gt;One bottle of that moo, galla-gallon of that Henny&lt;br /&gt;Mix it with that crunk juice will have a nigga spinnin&lt;br /&gt;Like that . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus] 2x&lt;br /&gt;The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb&lt;br /&gt;The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb&lt;br /&gt;The blow, the pills, the yak, the herb&lt;br /&gt;The blow, the blow, the blow, the blow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Gangsta Boo]&lt;br /&gt;I got the weed for the low&lt;br /&gt;Them pills for the low&lt;br /&gt;That blow for the low&lt;br /&gt;Young nigga yeen know&lt;br /&gt;When I ride I roll high&lt;br /&gt;Man and I ain't tellin' no lie&lt;br /&gt;When that shit get in my brain&lt;br /&gt;I grip the grain and fly by&lt;br /&gt;Say dog you got that good up in the hood we call it mid&lt;br /&gt;Grade another thing we do some call it blow, some call it cocaine&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, hell nah nigga I been on that lean&lt;br /&gt;Bouncin' front to back watch me change the lane&lt;br /&gt;Niggas be constantly talkin' that shit&lt;br /&gt;That shit that I gezzit you bitches can't get&lt;br /&gt;The Memphis, The A, the North, the South&lt;br /&gt;Is on the grind, we will not quit&lt;br /&gt;The under-underground rap smoke out full of green&lt;br /&gt;Fuck what you heard bitch&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm back up on the scene&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna get high you should fuck with Gangsta Boo&lt;br /&gt;I be turnin niggas out watch how quick I turn you&lt;br /&gt;Into a smoked out, loced out, freaky motherfucka&lt;br /&gt;On that Ex'd out, passed out&lt;br /&gt;While I put another on the . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]2x&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Bo]&lt;br /&gt;I been gettin in that work&lt;br /&gt;I got pounds of that work&lt;br /&gt;I'm a pimp bitch, fuck you&lt;br /&gt;Pull up ya own skirt&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a fuck 26's on the truck&lt;br /&gt;We gon' tear this bitch up&lt;br /&gt;I got Ex, I got weed&lt;br /&gt;I got any thing you need&lt;br /&gt;When you see me in the streets, just holla at me&lt;br /&gt;Bitch swollw at me&lt;br /&gt;This ya boy Lil Bo from the E-S-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Big Sam]&lt;br /&gt;See nigga I smoke everyday, from the lightest of haze&lt;br /&gt;I got the shit I pull up with cha mind off in a daze&lt;br /&gt;I don't fuck with the blow&lt;br /&gt;See I fuck with some hoes&lt;br /&gt;That be freaky grabbin' they on Ex outta control&lt;br /&gt;I remember back in the day Regals, 8's &amp; Vouges&lt;br /&gt;When nigga was riddin the city reappin get to that door&lt;br /&gt;Before the Feds hit the town &amp;&lt;br /&gt;Try to shut Atlanta down&lt;br /&gt;Nigga was slangin' nickles &amp; dimes&lt;br /&gt;Quarter keys &amp; pounds of . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]2x&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419623928871236?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419623928871236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419623928871236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-da-blow.html' title='Lil Jon - Da Blow'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419622302253619</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.009-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:10:23.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - What U Go Do (remix)</title><content type='html'>[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon]: Yeah!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Elephant Man] (Lil Jon)&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yiggy yiggy (What!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yah yiggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon] (*Elephant Man)&lt;br /&gt;Check this out right! It's Lil Jon and the motherfuckin Eastside Boyz (What!!!)&lt;br /&gt;The Kings Of Crunk (What!!!) back at you with some new shit (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;Now just cause we 'gon platinum and shit (What!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Don't mean we 'gon change nigga (What!!!)&lt;br /&gt;We the motherfuckin Kings Of Crunk! (Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;And we 'gon always get this motherfucker crunk&lt;br /&gt;(*Down South, Bomb a Drop!!! Come on!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Let me talk about some niggaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1: Elephant Man]&lt;br /&gt;Gangstas get busy throw it up and rep yuh city city&lt;br /&gt;Elephant and Eastside Boyz up in the plizzy plizzy&lt;br /&gt;Likkle Jon mek dem dance and keepinn it jiggy jiggy&lt;br /&gt;Hennessy and Crunk Juice mek dem head dizzy dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2: Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Fuck nigga what's up hell naw you ain't 'gon buck&lt;br /&gt;All that shittin out ya mouth 'gon get ya wet up&lt;br /&gt;Fuck nigga what's up hell naw you ain't 'gon buck&lt;br /&gt;All that shittin out ya mouth 'gon get ya wet up&lt;br /&gt;You done came in the club with your motherfuckin click&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a fuck hoe, y'all pussy like bitch&lt;br /&gt;You done came in the club with your motherfuckin click&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a fuck hoe, y'all pussy like bitch&lt;br /&gt;It's them Eastside niggaz and they deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit&lt;br /&gt;It's them Westside niggaz and they deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit&lt;br /&gt;It's them Northside niggaz and they deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit&lt;br /&gt;It's them Southside niggaz and they deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to every nigga that be talkin that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;If you fall up in the club and them niggaz wanna mug&lt;br /&gt;When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;If you fall up in the club and them hoes start actin up&lt;br /&gt;When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!) (Lady Saw: Yuh see mi?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3: Lady Saw]&lt;br /&gt;Sit yuh fuckin ass down before yuh get shot down&lt;br /&gt;Shut yuh mouth now bitch before yuh get slapped down&lt;br /&gt;Lady Saw and Likkle Jon have di place locked down&lt;br /&gt;If yuh nuh like how we do it then back di fuck down&lt;br /&gt;Yuh need to bite yuh lips, stop talkin shit&lt;br /&gt;All yuh bitches out there caan do it like this&lt;br /&gt;Our styles our hips and all yuh hypocrites&lt;br /&gt;Shut di fuck up before yuh feel we case switch&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what are you gonna do? (Weh yuh a go do?! Huh!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;When Lil Jon and the crew come through (I don't know! I don't know!)&lt;br /&gt;I would run the fuck home if I were you (I would get my ass home right now)&lt;br /&gt;Stop tryin to walk a mile or two in our shoes (Yo mek mi tell yuh this now!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Now mek mi send fi mi bwoys dem shoot up di car&lt;br /&gt;Send fi di shottas then tell dem a war&lt;br /&gt;All yuh fools should know who we are&lt;br /&gt;Neva yuh disrespect no star&lt;br /&gt;Crazy!!! Yuh know we hype!!!&lt;br /&gt;We are facety sometimes nice&lt;br /&gt;We aren't no babies so all you guys&lt;br /&gt;Please shut yuh mouth and stop all di lies (Fools!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 4: Elephant Man]&lt;br /&gt;Mi ready ready ready mad mi sick mi head gone&lt;br /&gt;Mi ready ready ATL, Elephant Man ready!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus: Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;If you fall up in the club and them niggaz wanna mug&lt;br /&gt;When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;If you fall up in the club and them hoes start actin up&lt;br /&gt;When you step up in they face what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;What they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;A what they 'gon do! (SHIT!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 5: Elephant Man]&lt;br /&gt;A ready! What yuh ice grillin mi for? (Dem a club badbwoy!)&lt;br /&gt;Step to we yuh get destroyed (Dem a club badbwoy!)&lt;br /&gt;Knock yuh out like we do Roy (Dem a club badbwoy!)&lt;br /&gt;Dem a club bad who? Club badbwoy!&lt;br /&gt;Lil Jon run di city (That's what's up!)&lt;br /&gt;Disappear when yuh see we (That's what's up!)&lt;br /&gt;Jamaicans nah nuh pity (That's what's who!)&lt;br /&gt;That's what's up! (A weddy!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;We nuh care who yuh pray to could a holla could a Buddha&lt;br /&gt;When mi shotta come try stand up like Luda&lt;br /&gt;See if yuh nuh get end up out di ruga (RAH!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Push di nozzle in yuh mouth mek yuh suck on it like a soda&lt;br /&gt;Yuh coulda, bawl fi yuh muma well if a Aruba&lt;br /&gt;Jon squeeze di ruga try stop it wid yuh ooba cahooba&lt;br /&gt;Shot inna di ATL mek him head land ova Cuba&lt;br /&gt;Lil Jon mad, nah nuh head, why yuh spreadin ruma?&lt;br /&gt;Yuh story dem nuh logic cau yuh only a assuma&lt;br /&gt;(Kill yuh gooba) Yuh nuh hear seh dat we get we gun diploma&lt;br /&gt;Shot will mek yuh big head fly wey like witch deh pon a brooma&lt;br /&gt;Sound from mi gun buss and a give yuh brain tooma&lt;br /&gt;Fire from di nozzle just a bun yuh like a fooma&lt;br /&gt;Stack who nuh site yuh dead and dog a draw wey yuh Puma&lt;br /&gt;Fiber glass glock dat a mek out a Aluma&lt;br /&gt;Get mi cross Likkle Jon, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Gangstas get busy throw it up and rep yuh city city&lt;br /&gt;Elephant and Eastside Boyz up in the plizzy plizzy&lt;br /&gt;Likkle Jon mek dem dance and keepinn it jiggy jiggy&lt;br /&gt;Hennessy and Crunk Juice mek dem head dizzy dizzy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro: Lil Jon] (Elephant Man)&lt;br /&gt;Hey! (Come on!) Hey! Hey! Yeah! Hey! (Scoobay! Away!)&lt;br /&gt;It's the motherfuckin remix! Yeah! (Clear!) It's the motherfuckin remix!&lt;br /&gt;(Bomb a drop!) Hey! (Come on!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419622302253619?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419622302253619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419622302253619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-what-u-go-do-remix.html' title='Lil Jon - What U Go Do (remix)'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419620513922984</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.008-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:10:05.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - In Da Club</title><content type='html'>[R. Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;Hey, hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom&lt;br /&gt;hey hey, boom boom, hey hey, boom boom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are we doing tonight baby?&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to roll up to this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to step up in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get big in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get wild in this club&lt;br /&gt;[2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1 - R. Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;Now we about to show ya how wild it gets&lt;br /&gt;When a girl at the party when she backin' it&lt;br /&gt;Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate&lt;br /&gt;If I ask for some chips, then she stackin' it&lt;br /&gt;She don't need no introduction, she's a diamond of daw&lt;br /&gt;And I don't mean no janitor, the way she mopping the flow&lt;br /&gt;Tattoo on her backs saying 'ready to go'&lt;br /&gt;Man this girl must get pimped away I'm ready too hoe&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to take you out to ghetto girl around the globe&lt;br /&gt;Freaking in the kitchen girl, go somehwere around the stove&lt;br /&gt;In the chumps we chilling in some hotel robes&lt;br /&gt;I put her towels on her body and massage her toes&lt;br /&gt;There ain't nothing like some sex on a friday night&lt;br /&gt;But then again nothing like some sex in any night&lt;br /&gt;After that gotta go got appointments girl&lt;br /&gt;I'm a doctor, I got other clients girl&lt;br /&gt;Now listen up close, I won't say it again&lt;br /&gt;Skip a dog ya'll cat is a man's best friend&lt;br /&gt;Lil' Jon and Luda on the first class flight&lt;br /&gt;from ATL we about to get it crunk tonight&lt;br /&gt;Where we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to roll up to this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to step up in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get big in this club&lt;br /&gt;'Bout to get wild in this club&lt;br /&gt;[2x]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2 - Ludacris]&lt;br /&gt;Hey Kelly!&lt;br /&gt;Oh damn! There go expensive Chris&lt;br /&gt;At the bar behind all the most expensive shit&lt;br /&gt;And his car always got the most expensive kit&lt;br /&gt;So his gun always got the most extended clip&lt;br /&gt;Hey! Luda Luda, I'm built to last&lt;br /&gt;Nicknamed double barrel and I'm built to blast&lt;br /&gt;Since your girl ain't a freak, well you gotta convince me&lt;br /&gt;Cause im all up in the fifth getting straight Lewinsky&lt;br /&gt;And smoking some of that ''Kill Bill''&lt;br /&gt;Ten Mil motherfucker I'm still trill&lt;br /&gt;Can't party with the women that like it dick&lt;br /&gt;Refuse to cut my hair like Michael Vick&lt;br /&gt;Dirty bird even judges say the birds are dirty&lt;br /&gt;We the reason that the clubs start closing early&lt;br /&gt;Walk up and watch the crowd start moving quick&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't gotta pay the DJ to play my shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3 - Lil' Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, hey, hey, hey&lt;br /&gt;With the bull pimp cup man I'm sloppy drunk&lt;br /&gt;I don't broke into club it's the king of crunk&lt;br /&gt;Let the anal way find, and and the woofers blow&lt;br /&gt;Throw some ass in my lap and I'm good to go&lt;br /&gt;I spread a shined out bottle, crack a beer&lt;br /&gt;While the ladies are all rubbing my neck and beard&lt;br /&gt;No need to even ask it, who's the boss?&lt;br /&gt;When the dreadlocks slam and the roof come off&lt;br /&gt;The crunk juice got me up all night shit&lt;br /&gt;And in last year making that bite shit&lt;br /&gt;Not an essay calling me Loc De Niro&lt;br /&gt;Stunned with my hell day, Oaklezero&lt;br /&gt;Fresh by the front and I'm ready to play&lt;br /&gt;Got the dog but I knew my had to lie (ok)&lt;br /&gt;BME turn millionaire, and we all like 'what what, yeah'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 4 - R. Kelly]&lt;br /&gt;90 other time I would say it's over&lt;br /&gt;Since the party so live, I can keep it going&lt;br /&gt;Shit don't stop till six in the morning&lt;br /&gt;Come seven o'clock a nigga still ain't yawning&lt;br /&gt;Baby girl leaving now on her toes&lt;br /&gt;Hangover, wait a minute girl you leaving your clothes&lt;br /&gt;And tickets gonna sell for a major show&lt;br /&gt;If yousa a hater at the booth and the booth is closed&lt;br /&gt;And move out the way I'm a Luda fan&lt;br /&gt;Up north, dirty south, west eastside man&lt;br /&gt;All strippers in the club stand up right now&lt;br /&gt;We wanna see you shake your booty in the place right now&lt;br /&gt;Where we going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419620513922984?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419620513922984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419620513922984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-in-da-club.html' title='Lil Jon - In Da Club'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419619022423459</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.007-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:09:50.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - Stop Fucking With Me</title><content type='html'>[Intro]&lt;br /&gt;Ladies and fuckin gentlemen (Whassup)&lt;br /&gt;It's the kings of fuckin crunk (You know it)&lt;br /&gt;Me, your boy Lil Jon, Lil Bo, Big Sam&lt;br /&gt;On the motherfuckin track, Rick Rubin (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;I don't think y'all ready for this shit (y'all ain't ready nigga)&lt;br /&gt;Nothin but some real gangsta shit (gangsta shit)&lt;br /&gt;For them niggaz and bitches out there (Yeah)&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm havin a hard fuckin life right now (a hard life)&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gunna give y'all some of my fuckin pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook – 2X]&lt;br /&gt;Why you fuckin wit me?&lt;br /&gt;Stop fuckin wit me!&lt;br /&gt;Don't be fuckin wit me!&lt;br /&gt;Stop fuckin wit me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude 1]&lt;br /&gt;You know, it seems like no matter, no matter how hard I fuckin try&lt;br /&gt;I can't do the right motherfuckin shit&lt;br /&gt;Like I be tryin and shit and shit always be turning out fucked up&lt;br /&gt;Like my bitch always on my fuckin back talkin bout I need to get a fuckin job&lt;br /&gt;Talking bout how I need to pay my fuckin child support and shit&lt;br /&gt;Bitch I'm out here tryin to do all that shit and that shit don't go my fuckin way&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you need to get the fuck up off my back&lt;br /&gt;And let me learn how to get this shit right on&lt;br /&gt;I want you to stop fuckin wit me&lt;br /&gt;Why don't you stop fuckin wit me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse One]&lt;br /&gt;Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but it just don't work&lt;br /&gt;(Bitch I'm tryin to get a job, but that shit don't work)&lt;br /&gt;Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk&lt;br /&gt;(Soon as I walk through the door, on they face is a smirk)&lt;br /&gt;Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch&lt;br /&gt;(Can't hire no nigga like me in that bitch)&lt;br /&gt;Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit&lt;br /&gt;(Tattoos, gold teeth, nigga dreads and shit)&lt;br /&gt;Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope&lt;br /&gt;(Man, fuck these niggaz, I'll go back to sellin' dope)&lt;br /&gt;Now my baby mama callin bout that child support&lt;br /&gt;(Now my baby mama callin bout that child support)&lt;br /&gt;Bitch back the fuck up, and let me smoke my weed&lt;br /&gt;(Bitch back the fuck up, let me smoke my weed)&lt;br /&gt;Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me&lt;br /&gt;(Motherfuck you bitch, stop screamin at me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude 2]&lt;br /&gt;Seem like no matter what the fuck I do, my bitch, she always on fuckin top of me&lt;br /&gt;I'm out here tryin to make fuckin money and shit&lt;br /&gt;And everytime I motherfuckin come home this bitch always got something to say&lt;br /&gt;I'm cheatin on her and shit, I ain't doin nothin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2]&lt;br /&gt;I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone&lt;br /&gt;(I'm tryin hard as I can bitch, leave me alone)&lt;br /&gt;You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome&lt;br /&gt;(You better back your ass up, before you catch it to your dome)&lt;br /&gt;I've been out all day, all I want is a beer&lt;br /&gt;(I've been out all day, all I want is a beer)&lt;br /&gt;Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear&lt;br /&gt;(Now here yo ass come with bullshit in my ear)&lt;br /&gt;I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money&lt;br /&gt;(I ain't been with no bitch, been tryin' to make this money)&lt;br /&gt;Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny&lt;br /&gt;(Keep pushin' a nigga, and shit gunna get funny)&lt;br /&gt;You mad cause you heard that a girl like me&lt;br /&gt;(You mad cause you heard that your girl like me)&lt;br /&gt;You better check that bitch before you come and check me&lt;br /&gt;(You better check that bitch before you come and check me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Interlude 3]&lt;br /&gt;Know what? I'm just gunna leave the motherfuckin house&lt;br /&gt;cause if I stay in this motherfucker, I'm gunna end up fuckin' yo ass up&lt;br /&gt;And I ain't tryin' to motherfuckin go to jail&lt;br /&gt;I'm just going to jump in my motherfuckin shit get on the highway&lt;br /&gt;find me some dro, and get the fuck away from your motherfuckin ass&lt;br /&gt;before I lose my motherfuckin mind&lt;br /&gt;Bye bitch&lt;br /&gt;Oh shit&lt;br /&gt;What the fuck...the motherfuckin police behind me&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3]&lt;br /&gt;Had to get out the house far away from my bitch&lt;br /&gt;(Had to get out the house far away from my bitch)&lt;br /&gt;Cause if I stay any longer it might be some shit&lt;br /&gt;(If I stay any longer it might be some shit)&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo'&lt;br /&gt;(Now I'm on 85, wit my pedal to the flo')&lt;br /&gt;And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro&lt;br /&gt;(And a nigga just fired up a blunt of that dro)&lt;br /&gt;The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit&lt;br /&gt;(The police pulled me over on some seatbelt shit)&lt;br /&gt;That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit&lt;br /&gt;(That's when he finds out my license and my tag ain't legit)&lt;br /&gt;Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit&lt;br /&gt;(Hope he don't pop my truck cause in there is some shit)&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch&lt;br /&gt;(Cause I got bout three or four bricks in that bitch)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook] 4X&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419619022423459?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419619022423459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419619022423459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-stop-fucking-with-me.html' title='Lil Jon - Stop Fucking With Me'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419617570115754</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.006-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:09:35.700-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - One Night Stand</title><content type='html'>[Verse One: Oobie]&lt;br /&gt;I'm sittin knee on top of you&lt;br /&gt;Doin' things that lovers do&lt;br /&gt;But I don't belong to you&lt;br /&gt;What's a girl suppose to do?&lt;br /&gt;You give me one night with you&lt;br /&gt;To make all our dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;You could never be my man&lt;br /&gt;You can be my one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;Boy I know you've gotta a girl&lt;br /&gt;And you know I've gotta man&lt;br /&gt;So lets's both respect the game&lt;br /&gt;And have a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everybody wanna know&lt;br /&gt;But they wouldn't understand&lt;br /&gt;So let's keep it on the low&lt;br /&gt;And have a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse two: Oobie]&lt;br /&gt;Well it's about a quarter to three&lt;br /&gt;And no one's lookin it's just you and me&lt;br /&gt;You know I'm down for whateva and I aim to please&lt;br /&gt;But it's only for this one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy I hope that you'll come well prepared&lt;br /&gt;Cause I want you to know that I ain't ever scared&lt;br /&gt;You just wanna fuck R.S.V.P and I'll be there&lt;br /&gt;But it's only for this one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse three: Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Shawty let me know what's up wit it&lt;br /&gt;Won't you let a real thug hit it&lt;br /&gt;Stop playin' with these lames ain't got not shame the liquor is the blame&lt;br /&gt;I just gotta tell you this&lt;br /&gt;Those lips I wanna kiss&lt;br /&gt;That ass I gotta grab&lt;br /&gt;Yo shit I gotta stab&lt;br /&gt;I've got my baby momma&lt;br /&gt;You've got yo baby daddy&lt;br /&gt;We ain't got all night lil momma get it right yo shit is good and tight&lt;br /&gt;I' ain't bout' them games shawty&lt;br /&gt;You know my name shawty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just use yo brains if you know what I'm sayin'&lt;br /&gt;This one night stand shawty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Bridge One}&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;You can get it fa' sho'&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you get enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't get it no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you know how to keep a secret&lt;br /&gt;You can get it fa' sho'&lt;br /&gt;Just make sure you get enough&lt;br /&gt;Cause you can't get it no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Four: Big Sam]&lt;br /&gt;Come and ride out wit' cha' boy&lt;br /&gt;Big Sam big filled with Almond Joy&lt;br /&gt;Like I told you I'm somethin like a freak&lt;br /&gt;So keep the games for the middle of the week&lt;br /&gt;Girl you look so pretty&lt;br /&gt;Wit' cho' big ol' ass and yo tengo bitties&lt;br /&gt;Red bone 5'7, 5'9&lt;br /&gt;For one night I gotta make you mine&lt;br /&gt;And I know you gotta man shawty&lt;br /&gt;And you know I gotta wife shawty&lt;br /&gt;So let's strap it up I hope the pussy's tight&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got one night shawty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Bridge two}&lt;br /&gt;I'm not tryna' be yo girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can never be my boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;Let's have a one night stand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;{Bridge three}&lt;br /&gt;Can you be my man?&lt;br /&gt;(Only for one night)&lt;br /&gt;And I'll be yo girl&lt;br /&gt;(Only for one night)&lt;br /&gt;If you be my man&lt;br /&gt;(Only for one night)&lt;br /&gt;Then I'll be yo girl only for one night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419617570115754?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419617570115754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419617570115754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-one-night-stand.html' title='Lil Jon - One Night Stand'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419615946231141</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.005-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:09:19.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - Real Nigga Roll Call</title><content type='html'>[Lil Jon talking]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Right about now (whats up)&lt;br /&gt;It's time for the real nigga role call&lt;br /&gt;Now when you hear your city or state being called&lt;br /&gt;You put your motherfuckin' middle finger up in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;ATL, St. Louis, Alabahma, Chicago, The Carolina's, Nep Town&lt;br /&gt;DC, The Bay Area, VA, Miami, New York niggaz, Texas, You know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hook]&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll niggaz can't fuck wit my niggaz ho! [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon and Ice Cube]&lt;br /&gt;Mothafuck that nigga! [x4]&lt;br /&gt;Mothafuck that bitch! [x4]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll bitches!&lt;br /&gt;Come on flexin' ass flauntin' ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some real ass trill ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Your Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some ho ass pussy ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some head-bustin' gangsta ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Your Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some runnin' and scary ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some Roy Jones beat ya ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Your Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some cake and handcuffin' ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some "Send them hoes out!" ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Your Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some tricking "Don't pay them hoes!" ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some Don Juan pimpin' ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Your Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some 22 havin' ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some chopper street sweepin' ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Your Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Them ol' half ounce sellin' ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some dirty bird movin' ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Your Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Be some kissin' security ass ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;My Niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;Fuck them hoes and let 'em know ass niggaz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook]X4&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]X4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ice Cube]&lt;br /&gt;See I'ma mean nigga&lt;br /&gt;Youse afraid nigga&lt;br /&gt;Ol' pretend nigga&lt;br /&gt;Smile and grin nigga&lt;br /&gt;I hate a false nigga&lt;br /&gt;Diana Ross nigga&lt;br /&gt;So if ya lost nigga&lt;br /&gt;Meet the boss nigga&lt;br /&gt;He's a super nigga&lt;br /&gt;Grin and groupa nigga&lt;br /&gt;Act stupid nigga&lt;br /&gt;I'll fuckin' nuke the nigga&lt;br /&gt;Cause youse a happy nigga&lt;br /&gt;And i'm a nappy nigga&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' scrappy nigga&lt;br /&gt;Meet ya pappy nigga&lt;br /&gt;Its ice cube nigga&lt;br /&gt;And lil jon nigga&lt;br /&gt;So if ya drunk nigga&lt;br /&gt;Keep it crunk nigga&lt;br /&gt;Til' you punk nigga&lt;br /&gt;Feel the bump nigga&lt;br /&gt;Get yo testifying ass in the trunk nigga&lt;br /&gt;You wanna tell nigga&lt;br /&gt;I'll dump a shell nigga&lt;br /&gt;Send a frail nigga&lt;br /&gt;Str8 ta hell nigga&lt;br /&gt;Thats ya shelter nigga&lt;br /&gt;Heltah-a-skelta nigga&lt;br /&gt;And when I belt a nigga&lt;br /&gt;They'll know nigga!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hook]X4&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]X4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon Talking]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;I see you and your lil click up in the club nigga&lt;br /&gt;I see y'all niggaz over there talkin' that shit&lt;br /&gt;But you know what nigga&lt;br /&gt;Bitch niggaz get dealt wit motherfuckin' real quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Ice Cube]&lt;br /&gt;Here we come boy&lt;br /&gt;Real niggaz shoot ta kill betta run boy&lt;br /&gt;Or you can tell me how I feel as a&lt;br /&gt;Real nigga&lt;br /&gt;Which nigga&lt;br /&gt;Go get a bitch nigga&lt;br /&gt;No better&lt;br /&gt;Hoes better do what I say&lt;br /&gt;Cause I'm insane in the brain&lt;br /&gt;Bitch I got rip chains in my veins&lt;br /&gt;Real niggaz never change&lt;br /&gt;We just let it bang&lt;br /&gt;Roll thru the gutter lane&lt;br /&gt;Daddy said let 'em hang&lt;br /&gt;And cut 'em like its butter mayne&lt;br /&gt;Skeet skeet skeet&lt;br /&gt;Naw thats the other mayne&lt;br /&gt;Cause my skeet never leave&lt;br /&gt;Gotta struggle mayne&lt;br /&gt;TNA ain't workin' niggaz DNA&lt;br /&gt;That crazy bitch'll have ya ass off E&amp;J&lt;br /&gt;Fake niggaz got these real bitches bein' gay&lt;br /&gt;Til my peoples come around its like night and day&lt;br /&gt;Now she wanna change her god and the way she pray&lt;br /&gt;Authentic niggaz all know thats the playa way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[hook]X4&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]X4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;We runnin this bitch&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll niggaz ain't shit&lt;br /&gt;We runnin this bitch&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll niggaz ain't shit&lt;br /&gt;We in the club gettin' crunk&lt;br /&gt;You in the club gettin' stomped&lt;br /&gt;We in the club gettin' crunk&lt;br /&gt;You in the club gettin' stomped&lt;br /&gt;We in the hood on the block&lt;br /&gt;You in the hood gettin' shot&lt;br /&gt;We in the hood on the block&lt;br /&gt;You in the hood gettin' shot&lt;br /&gt;We quick ta show you what we bout&lt;br /&gt;You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth&lt;br /&gt;We quick ta show you what we bout&lt;br /&gt;You quick to run ya fuckin' mouth&lt;br /&gt;Real niggaz from the east&lt;br /&gt;And we act a fucking beast&lt;br /&gt;Real niggaz from the east&lt;br /&gt;And we act a fuckin beast&lt;br /&gt;We gangsta niggaz from the west&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' holes in ya vest&lt;br /&gt;We gangsta niggaz from the west&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' holes in ya vest&lt;br /&gt;My midwest niggaz hard&lt;br /&gt;Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card&lt;br /&gt;My midwest niggaz hard&lt;br /&gt;Quick ta pull ya fuckin' card&lt;br /&gt;And down south we set if off&lt;br /&gt;Blow ya fuckin' face off&lt;br /&gt;And down south we set if off&lt;br /&gt;Blow ya fuckin' face off (real nigga role call!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419615946231141?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419615946231141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419615946231141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-real-nigga-roll-call.html' title='Lil Jon - Real Nigga Roll Call'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419613932687518</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.004-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:08:59.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - What U Gon Do</title><content type='html'>[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;If you fall up in the club&lt;br /&gt;And them niggaz wanna mug&lt;br /&gt;When you step up to they face&lt;br /&gt;What they gon' do (Shit!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you fall up in the club&lt;br /&gt;And them hoes start acting up&lt;br /&gt;When you step up to them hoes&lt;br /&gt;What they gon' do (Shit!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What they gon' do (Shit!!!) 8X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse one: Lil Jon &amp; The Eastside Boyz]&lt;br /&gt;Pussy nigga what's up&lt;br /&gt;Hell naw you ani't gon' buck&lt;br /&gt;All that poppin' at the mouth&lt;br /&gt;Gon' get you fucked up (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You done came in the club&lt;br /&gt;With your muthafuckin' click&lt;br /&gt;We don't give a fuck hoe&lt;br /&gt;Ya'll pussy like bitches (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's some Eastside niggaz and they deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit&lt;br /&gt;It's some Westside niggaz and the deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit&lt;br /&gt;It's some Northtside niggaz and the deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit&lt;br /&gt;It's some Southtside niggaz and the deep in this bitch&lt;br /&gt;And they step to any nigga that be talkin' that shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse Two: Lil Scrappy]&lt;br /&gt;My brain is taking in too much pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm bout to explode first, and then take names&lt;br /&gt;But it's cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed&lt;br /&gt;I learned to buck nigga when I jabbed in the arm&lt;br /&gt;I don't play wit muthafuckas 'cause the shit be real&lt;br /&gt;Make you hold your breath longer than the Navy Seal&lt;br /&gt;And them bows gon' leave you ass dead in the past&lt;br /&gt;Ain't no way you can differ your dick from your ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drop bows wit my nigga fuck hoes wit my nigga&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck you think I feel about this arm in your figure&lt;br /&gt;It's a closed casket for them hating bastards&lt;br /&gt;It's some G's that's real, it's a mess of faggots&lt;br /&gt;Who you talkin' to bitch, what you gon' do trick&lt;br /&gt;When it's obvious to see that you ain' t do shit&lt;br /&gt;Lil Scrappy the prince and I ain't takin' no junk&lt;br /&gt;I'm a quiet crunk nigga and fuck being a punk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Hook: Lil Jon &amp; The Eastside Boyz]&lt;br /&gt;I'm walkin' round this mutha fuckin' club&lt;br /&gt;(What!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Them niggaz still lookin over here and shit&lt;br /&gt;(Lookin over here talkin and shit!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Think we gon' have to get some muthafuckin' stragihtening going on this muthafucka (Yeah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;This what we gon muthafuckin' do&lt;br /&gt;(What's up!!!)&lt;br /&gt;We gon walk over to these muthafuckin' niggaz&lt;br /&gt;(Yeah!!!)&lt;br /&gt;Talk to their ass like this..... (Like this)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only bitches talk shit&lt;br /&gt;Only bitches talk shit&lt;br /&gt;Only bitches talk shit&lt;br /&gt;That's why we bustin' your shit (2X)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Vamp till end]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419613932687518?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419613932687518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419613932687518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-what-u-gon-do.html' title='Lil Jon - What U Gon Do'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419612755065492</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.003-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:08:47.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - Grand Finale</title><content type='html'>{*SIREN sounds*}&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro: Lil' John talking]&lt;br /&gt;"Yeeeeah! (Yeeeeah!) It's been a long journey getting' to&lt;br /&gt;this motherfuckin' point of this Crunk Juice shit. (What?!)&lt;br /&gt;But we done got to the last motherfuckin' song niggaz&lt;br /&gt;(Last shit niggaz!) And I got five of the hottest motherfuckin'&lt;br /&gt;emcees in the world, givin' you that gangsta shit!&lt;br /&gt;IT'S THE MOTHERFUCKIN' GRAND FINALE!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 1: Bun B]&lt;br /&gt;We growin' doja in the basement in that underwater garden (Okay)&lt;br /&gt;When hereon in the bank shed, dry it 'til it harden&lt;br /&gt;Make it hash up in the oven (Man), put yayo in the hot plate&lt;br /&gt;Drain and dry in the freezer, it's obvious we got weight&lt;br /&gt;I said hard work, that's soft work even with wet work&lt;br /&gt;Built-in clientele so we ain't gotta network (Let's go)&lt;br /&gt;We always got work, so we ain't gotta get work&lt;br /&gt;And if you ain't gettin' your work from us you bound to get jerked&lt;br /&gt;We yayo experts, we been whippin' the yola since the crackas decided to&lt;br /&gt;take the coke from Coca-Cola&lt;br /&gt;Hold the rollers, the king of the Trill&lt;br /&gt;The underground as well, you can step in the ring when you feel&lt;br /&gt;Nigga just sound the bell&lt;br /&gt;Can't sound the heaters in this game, but the grind I'm lovin'&lt;br /&gt;Nigga we passed all that pushin', man it's time for shovin'&lt;br /&gt;I got the mask, I got the strap, soon as I find the gloves&lt;br /&gt;We gonna start exposin' off like Farhrenheit 9/11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 2: Jadakiss]&lt;br /&gt;I'ma speak clearly 'cause I don't think they hearin' me&lt;br /&gt;A nigga only fear's gettin' charged with conspiracy&lt;br /&gt;I'ca get it right to ya, sticky green white to ya&lt;br /&gt;Wear whatever you want, bullets goin' right through ya&lt;br /&gt;If you stressin' to get buried&lt;br /&gt;My niggaz'll send you back to the essence in a hurry&lt;br /&gt;Sippin' Crunk Juice, blowin' Dutchies in the Chevy&lt;br /&gt;Try to figure me out dawg, I'm light but I'm heavy&lt;br /&gt;Yellow lemonheads in the bezzie of the presi'&lt;br /&gt;And yeah, anybody'ca rock but D-Block rock steady (D-Block!)&lt;br /&gt;FED's don't need no warrants 'cause y'all all informants&lt;br /&gt;So I get higher than New York insurance&lt;br /&gt;Try to keep shit clean like Florence&lt;br /&gt;Moved on up on the East side 'cause I never lost endurance&lt;br /&gt;And it's all real niggaz, if I ever get a license to carry&lt;br /&gt;Shit, that's a license to kill niggaz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 3: T.I.]&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to lose, I rather give these weak dudes the blues&lt;br /&gt;And separate them from they jewels, teach 'em don'ts and do's&lt;br /&gt;I raise tools, make crews make decisions confused&lt;br /&gt;All spectators can say is, "This lil' nigga's a fool"&lt;br /&gt;A short fuse with some loose screws, some unscrewed&lt;br /&gt;Better prove, you niggaz pussy as the Moulan Rouge&lt;br /&gt;So who guardin' who, you know who to you know what&lt;br /&gt;To you know where, goin' 'gainst 'em's too unfair&lt;br /&gt;'Cause everywhere you do a show he got kinfolk there&lt;br /&gt;Now you know I ain't no ?, I got ten folk there&lt;br /&gt;They ain't powerful as the one at the end of your prayer&lt;br /&gt;Got you runnin' for your life without a minute to spare&lt;br /&gt;Catch you dead to the granite, melt the grease in your hair&lt;br /&gt;When I go, them boys is gonna be indecent affair&lt;br /&gt;Guarantee you nah a real nigga breathin' accounted&lt;br /&gt;At your funeral, just your parents and the preacher was there&lt;br /&gt;Hollow, television name-dropper reachin' for help&lt;br /&gt;So I ain't gotta say a word, pimp you beatin' ya'self&lt;br /&gt;You gon' get what you deserve for disrespectin' the game&lt;br /&gt;Any nigga with the nerve to say another man name&lt;br /&gt;When that other man ain't even present&lt;br /&gt;And deny it when somebody ask him about it&lt;br /&gt;That nigga's a lame, you like to lie on the mic&lt;br /&gt;Hide behind fame, I was a G when I came&lt;br /&gt;That's the way I remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 4: Nas]&lt;br /&gt;Who besides the Egyptian-walker, fuckers have a conniption&lt;br /&gt;My existence persistent to bring foes misfortune&lt;br /&gt;I dazzle 'em, like the alderman, Billy Dee in Mahogany, minus the perm&lt;br /&gt;From the tiniest sperm that the mightiest The Almighty can muster&lt;br /&gt;Project prophet, chronic blockage gives Alzheimer's to youngsters&lt;br /&gt;Amongst them is me, can't remembers my beefs&lt;br /&gt;With who? For what? They screw-face me up, my boo laced me up&lt;br /&gt;Bolinsiaga, flimsy condo with bimbos in south of Kalan Gro in pimp mode&lt;br /&gt;The inf' glow on his clothes and you know it's over&lt;br /&gt;Hammer hit pin, pin hit shell, from the shell the slug gonna chew ya&lt;br /&gt;Try not to lose me, I try not to lose'ya&lt;br /&gt;Mamma say mamma sa mu makasa, fly to Cuba&lt;br /&gt;To chill with some politi-kill niggaz who ill&lt;br /&gt;'Cause y'all niggaz are losers, don't get comfortable nigga&lt;br /&gt;Say hello to Mr. Bad Guy, get that cash par, I'm the last don&lt;br /&gt;You'll ever know so, here you go y'all can take these thoughts&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I'm chargin' emcees a late fee cost&lt;br /&gt;So when y'all done with my style, please break me off&lt;br /&gt;But never make Nas mad just in case cross&lt;br /&gt;'Cause ah, lately y'all don't make me happy&lt;br /&gt;To calm my nerve I need the herb GNC don't carry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse 5: Ice Cube]&lt;br /&gt;Who the fuck is that? It's Ice Cube motherfucka&lt;br /&gt;He's a maniac, no I'ma fool motherfucka&lt;br /&gt;Old school motherfucka, blow through a motherfucka&lt;br /&gt;What you heard about a nigga so true motherfucka&lt;br /&gt;See I'm ugly and prettay, I'm polished and grittay&lt;br /&gt;Shoot better than that nigga that tried to kill 50&lt;br /&gt;See, niggaz get shittay when I come to their cittay&lt;br /&gt;When I hit the spot that bitch they like -- she cummin' with me&lt;br /&gt;Cause I got an ego big as TO, but I'm not an Eagle&lt;br /&gt;Bitch, I roll with Rigo 'cause gangstas don't dance we boogie&lt;br /&gt;I told you motherfuckas Kobe didn't take that pussy&lt;br /&gt;Get money, get paid, you can beat that shit&lt;br /&gt;Even if the DA is a piece'a shit&lt;br /&gt;Colorado got movatos, don't eat that shit&lt;br /&gt;Another White bitch lyin' on thee Black dick&lt;br /&gt;I keep it flippin' like flapjacks, pimpin' like black 'Lacs&lt;br /&gt;Give niggaz flashbacks, they sweaty as ass cracks&lt;br /&gt;When I hit the tar mat, it feel like a carjack&lt;br /&gt;Niggaz get out and vanish like Star Treks&lt;br /&gt;So fuckin incredible, I'm so fuckin' credible&lt;br /&gt;No matter what happen, I'll never turn federal&lt;br /&gt;And that's my report comin' straight from Cali&lt;br /&gt;Ice Cube is the shit on this motherfuckin' Grand Finale&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419612755065492?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419612755065492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419612755065492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-grand-finale.html' title='Lil Jon - Grand Finale'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9440344.post-110419611090196503</id><published>2004-12-27T17:07:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T17:08:30.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lil Jon - Stick that thang out</title><content type='html'>[Ying Yang Twins in background w/ ad-libs]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Intro - Pharrell Williams]&lt;br /&gt;Turn me up, turn me up, turn me up! turn me up!&lt;br /&gt;Yo! turn me up, turn me up! up some more!&lt;br /&gt;Up - up some more! Up - up some more!&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, up up some more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - Pharrell Williams]&lt;br /&gt;I walk in the club so dashin, in the latest BBC fashion&lt;br /&gt;The light from the strip club flashing&lt;br /&gt;Keep the sparkle in my ear rings dancing&lt;br /&gt;We're hundred G makers till they cremate us&lt;br /&gt;Skateboard P in the lime green gators&lt;br /&gt;White chinchilla, million dollar neck glitter&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I got security, see that gorilla&lt;br /&gt;When you got money, it's hard to hide it&lt;br /&gt;Took my hand out my pocket and watched her eyes get&lt;br /&gt;Big, took a million to supersize it&lt;br /&gt;All the bitches saying 'Heyyy' like my name was Issac&lt;br /&gt;Why you put me on blast like that?&lt;br /&gt;Shit why you shaking wit an ass like that?&lt;br /&gt;Besides I wasn't really trying to smash like that&lt;br /&gt;I got a girl - bitch I ain't fast like that&lt;br /&gt;This Miami, time's wasting, bet that bass line keep you shaking&lt;br /&gt;Look, end of the night all my niggas is waiting&lt;br /&gt;Uh uh, not me ma, told ya I'm taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Pharrell Williams &amp; (Lil Jon)]&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - uh! uh! some more&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Hold it!! Yeah - uh! uh! some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - Lil Jon &amp; The Eastside Boyz]&lt;br /&gt;I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity&lt;br /&gt;Get on the floor if ya got that booty&lt;br /&gt;Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya&lt;br /&gt;I said ain't nothing but tutti fruity&lt;br /&gt;Get on the floor if ya got that booty&lt;br /&gt;Shake what ya momma gave ya, shake what ya momma gave ya&lt;br /&gt;Dance, too much booty in your pants&lt;br /&gt;Dance, too much booty in your pants&lt;br /&gt;I said dance, too much booty in your pants&lt;br /&gt;Dance, too much booty in your pants&lt;br /&gt;Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got&lt;br /&gt;Well shake that ass bitch and let me see what ya got&lt;br /&gt;Hey! hey! hey! I said shake it, don't break it&lt;br /&gt;It took ya momma 9 months to make it&lt;br /&gt;I say shake it, dont' break it&lt;br /&gt;It took ya momma 9 months to make it&lt;br /&gt;Well scrub the ground, scrub the ground, scrub the ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Pharrell] Hold it! (okay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge - Pharrell Williams]&lt;br /&gt;Hey! She really likes to party&lt;br /&gt;She really likes to dance&lt;br /&gt;She really likes to dance, dance, dance..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - D-Roc]&lt;br /&gt;I like a fine ass bitch, a down ass bitch&lt;br /&gt;A money getting bitch, I love that shit&lt;br /&gt;Cause she danced in the club, and yes she gon call&lt;br /&gt;If you got a little money she taking her clothes off&lt;br /&gt;She dance like a muhfucking dance machine&lt;br /&gt;Taking her ass to the beat for me&lt;br /&gt;Nigga ain't spending more money than a lil bit&lt;br /&gt;But I really love that shit, I love that shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Verse - Kaine]&lt;br /&gt;Yeah! thick bitch wit a drive to fuck&lt;br /&gt;Get her off in the truck and she bound to suck&lt;br /&gt;The ho love to bump, she don't like knee pads&lt;br /&gt;She scrub em up, her legs that is&lt;br /&gt;Fat puddy cat wit a head that's trill&lt;br /&gt;The type of bitch have a nigga not paying bills&lt;br /&gt;Fo reeeaaalll.. by our God damn selves&lt;br /&gt;Fuck thirty niggas and she don't need help&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus - Pharrell Williams &amp; (Lil Jon)]&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Yeah - uh! uh! some more&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Uh! uh! some more, skeezer!&lt;br /&gt;(Stick that thang out!) Some more&lt;br /&gt;Hold it!! Yeah - uh! uh! some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Bridge]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Outro - Lil Jon]&lt;br /&gt;Dance! DANCE!! OHHH!!!&lt;br /&gt;I like the way you dance girl&lt;br /&gt;Just bring that shit over and dance on a nigga like me&lt;br /&gt;Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!&lt;br /&gt;Shaking that thang girl, popping that thang girl&lt;br /&gt;Keep shaking that thang girl! keep popping that thang girl&lt;br /&gt;Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!&lt;br /&gt;Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!&lt;br /&gt;Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!&lt;br /&gt;Keep shaking that thang girl! Keep popping that thang girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9440344-110419611090196503?l=rapandrb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419611090196503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9440344/posts/default/110419611090196503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rapandrb.blogspot.com/2004/12/lil-jon-stick-that-thang-out.html' title='Lil Jon - Stick that thang out'/><author><name>nick3131</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
