well post your favourite parts of music lyrics here...


ill start:



I'm feelin' your shape I'm feelin' your eyes..
Later on I'm feelin' your ass and feelin' your thighs..

G-Unit - Wanna get to know ya

It aint about bitches, i catch them like cabs:- Its about slugs, you can catch them like crabs.

Jae Hood - Welcome to atlanta freestyle
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get it now??



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bust a niggas head smack a hoe shoot da club up


My Polyamurous sent

good eye sniper ill shoot u run the words u scribbled on the walls the loads of friends u didnt have.

Yeah dealem bitch recognize im back up on my grind hoe
Niggas talkin this and that and wonder how i sound hoe
Oh now you hatin DTP cause we got tha game sole
Botton line you gotta problem then tell it to my nine hoe
and...
Now you can catch me in tha DnDnC them boys throwin up they thumbs
North north won this bitch homie where you from
Southside eastside westside there reclyin
Boys throwin up signs trying to start a flipin riot
Bangin,niggas real gangstas in tha M-Town
but im from the azel this is the type of poop i been round



Edited By coolkilla on Aug. 17 2004 at 01:47

[Canibus] 2000BC

Yo! My offense is a mixture of Mike and Muhammad
Knock a n!gga unconcious and talk sh!t
In bare-knuckle boxin', speed is the object
Weavin' and dodgin' with defensive blockin'
So in the ring, you cannot win
The top ten become nine dead if I ever decide to hop in
With the one-two, one-two shot to the chin
knock you out like ten shots of vodka and gin
The beautiful blend of power and strength
From the top of my head, down to where my toe cuticles end
I verbally burn a n!gga,
Lyrically hurt a n!gga,
Pull a voodoo verse on a n!gga,
Kennedy curse a n!gga,
Who can spit the words quicker than the average man?
Who can embarrass a man?
Bite you with fangs and mangle ya hands
On candid cam, the Canibus can
The Canibus can with the stamina to damage a man

...........Dayummm.................That's just too dangerous

but wait!!! There's more!!!

LL Cool J- The Ripper Strikes Back

Don't ever open your mouth and mention my seeds
Talk about my book you bought to read
You know you watch the sitcom homie so stop that
Mad rapper, but now you turned mad actor
Forty-nine pounds and tryin to be a monster
Run around town with the Bob Marley imposters
Ask Canibus, he ain't understandin this
Cause ninety-nine percent of his fans, don't exist
^^^^^^^^
haha, I don't care what you think, LL killed cannibus with that verse alone.



Edited By Battleaxe22 on Aug. 16 2004 at 23:56

Lol that cannibus and ll cool j battle wasnt great..



Edited By coolkilla on Aug. 17 2004 at 01:46

i got so many lyrics right now what i can think of is

Juvenile :
Its like I got the world in my palm, your girl up under my arm
She fliped up from the charm,
She love the way the dick still hard from 12 till early in the morn,
fine bitches if you listening you heared me i'm strong,
If you going through your cycle I ain't with it i'm gone,
you must've heared about them hoes that I beat up in my home,
They wasn't telling the truth baby you know they was wrong,
Now, make it official and drink some of that Dom,
I don't mind buying blue, you riding too, don't be asking a homie question bout where I'm driving you,
Lil mamma my poop together I ain't jiving you,
I don't think that homie could do you better than I could do, you know
The Juvenile from cross the street by the derby,
Same homie used to be runnin' with Rusty and Kirby,
Can a playa from tha nolia get a chance with it,
but I can't bounce with you without using my hands with it


Young buc ofcourse :
Hittin niggas from long range for writin the wrong thangs
My name YOUNG buCK but I look like a old mayn
Just cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas dissapear like Lil Zane
See buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a flip who we hittin
What's in my hand? A tan bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four-fifths with the rubber grip
Crips & Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check
I get a kick outta seein these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got cancelled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin for these features but they get no answers
flip Y'ALL NIGGAS


buc again :
We came from the bottom to the top, from hoopties to a drop
And kill or be killed is the attitude I got homie

99 Problems (Jay-z)

I got 99 problems but a biatch aint one,
if youhavin gurl problems i feel bad fo' u son,
but i got 99 problems and a biatch aint one! HIT ME!

The year is '94 and in my trunk is raw
In my rear view mirror is the mother flipin law
I got two choices yall pull over the car or
Bounce on the devil put the pedal to the floor
Now i ain't tryin to see no highway chase with jake
Plus i got a few dollars i can fight the case
So i...pull over to the side of the road
And i heard "Son do you know why i'm stoppin you for?"
Cause i'm young and i'm black and my hats real low
Do i look like a mind reader sir, i don't know
Am i under arrest or should i guess some mo?
"Well you was doin fifty five in a fifty four"
"Liscense and regestration and step out of the car"
"Are you carryin a weapon on you i know alot of you are"
I ain't steppin out of poop all my papers legit
"Do you mind if i look round the car a little bit?"
Well my glove compartment is locked so is the trunk and the back
And i know my rights so you gon' need a warrent for that
"Aren't you sharp as a tack are some type of lawyer or something?"
"Or somebody important or somethin?"
Nah i ain't pass the bar but i know a little bit
Enough that you won't illegally search my poop
"Well see how smart you are when the K-9's come"
I got 99 problems but a bitch ain't one
Hit me


Jesus Walks

You know what the Midwest is?
Young & Restless
Where restless Niggaz might snatch your necklace
And next these Niggaz might jack your Lexus
Somebody tell these Niggaz who Kanye West is
I walk through the valley of Chi where death is
Top floor the view alone will leave you breathless Uhhhh!
Try to catch it Uhhhh! It's kinda hard hard
Getting choked by the detectives yeah yeah now check the method
They be asking us questions, harass and arrest us
Saying "we eat pieces of poop like you for breakfast"
Huh? Yall eat pieces of poop? What's the basis?
We ain't going nowhere but got suits and cases
A trunk full of coke rental car from Avis
My momma used to say only Jesus can save us
Well momma I know I act a fool
but I'll be gone til November I got packs to move I Hope


Lean Back

R to the E'zzy',
M to the whizz-i [Y],
My arms stay breezy,
The Don's stay fizz-i,
Got a date at 8, the day I was in the 740'fizz-i,
And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die,
With a matchin' jacket,
Bout' to cop me a mansion,
My niggas in the club, but you know they not dancin'.
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance- we boogie,
So nevermind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies.
Listen we don't pay admission,
And bouncers don't check us,
And we walk around the metal detectors.
And there really ain't no need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor,
Reckless, check it, said it?!
Like my necklace, started relaxin' now, that's what the flip I call a chain reaction.
See, money ain't a thing homie, we still the same homie, flows just changed
now we 'bout to change the game homie.
Said my niggas don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back.
I said my niggas don't dance,
we just pull up our pants and,
Do the Roc-away.
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

I never said the battle was great KILLA. I simply said that the lyrics in canibus's song when spat have a sick flow and that the last verse from LL's the ripper strikes back was dangerous.

akon (f/styles P) Locked up

Locked up, they won't let me out,
And I had a long day in court **** stressed me out,
Won't gimme the bail they can't get me out,
Now I'm headed to the county,
Gotta do a bid here, im used to living luxurous,
I don't wana live here, the walls is gray the clothes is orange,
The phones is broke, the food is garbage,
A lot a niggas is livin with these circumstances,
Sp's the same i still murk ya manz'z ,
Drug money to rap money work advances,
Niggas ran and told that i shoulda murked to kansas,
Niga got popped for a murda attempt,
Knocked me on d block when i was burning the hemph,
Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take to a further extent,
Locked up and they wont let me out,
When i hit my cell block, niggas know to get me out.


Im steady tryna find a motive,
Why do why i go,
Freedom aint gettin no closer,
No matter how far i go,
My car is stolen, no registration,
Cops partolin, and now they done stop me,
And i get locked up,


They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out


Headin up town to re up,
Back with a couple keys,
Corner blocks on fire,
Under covers dressed as feens,
Makin so much money,
Ride up smooth and fast,
Put away the stash,
And as i sold the last bag fliped around and got locked up


They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out


Now that im locked up i rep two sets so
Ima ride or die and stay d blocked up
Two tooth brushes up,
Whoever wanted with p
When i walk by homie get up,
Cuz im locked up they cant get me out,
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out,
Go and hit the bar when the reds be out,
Cant wait for the day when they let me out,


Cuz visitation no longer comes by,
Seems like they forgot about me,
Commissary is getting empty,
My cell mates getting food without me,
Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life,
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
but instead I get locked up


They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (my homie im locked up)
They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (im locked up)
They won't let me out no, they won't let me out (cuz im locked up)


llyod banks- hunger for more- playboy

You shouldn

[quote:post_uid0="Battleaxe22"]I never said the battle was great KILLA. I simply said that the lyrics in canibus's song when spat have a sick flow and that the last verse from LL's the ripper strikes back was dangerous.[/quote]
I know but he said post lyrics you like and Im thinking those are your favorite lyrics..Anyway here are some more of mine..

[Dirty Mouth:]
Just like i said get tha flip back, get up on my level
Chack, bread, and chips is all i stack, roll a seven bring it back
Neva crapped out cause my pimpin is too slick for that
but if you thank im jokin then i guess thats yo ass jack
Beat em' down, stomp em' out, you know what im talkin bout
Dirty mouth off in this bitch, Trillville we represent
Any city,any hood, any state its all good
Wish you links to get up on my level but you never could
In tha club, throwin bo's, niggaz scrillin wit they throat
Mean muggin' hard cuz they crunk off of Rainbow
BME is tha clique,North,South,East and West
Get up on my level cause my clique is tha flipin best
[Don Peezy:]
My My benz look at my Ac,Look at my benz look at my Ac
Get on my level hell naw neva that
Get on Get on my level hell naw neva that
My homie chill,let a homie know
Yo clique one, My clique foe
Lookin at my watch, time for ya'll boyz to go
I used to didn't have one but thats when i was broke
Always crunk wit my niggaz, usually
Always drunk wit my niggaz, usually
Thank this poop a joke Mr. D.L Hughley
Pump a homie mouth,?? you feel like losin
Yeaaa, now take that, I knew you wasn't real cause all you do is chit chat
High and drunky drunky can I get my role back
High and drunky drunky can I get my throwback

[Don Peezy:]
My My benz look at my Ac,Look at my benz look at my Ac
Get on my level hell naw neva that
Get on Get on my level hell naw neva that
My homie chill,let a homie know
Yo clique one, My clique foe
Lookin at my watch, time for ya'll boyz to go
I used to didn't have one but thats when i was broke
Always crunk wit my niggaz, usually
Always drunk wit my niggaz, usually
Thank this poop a joke Mr. D.L Hughley
Pump a homie mouth,?? you feel like losin
Yeaaa, now take that, I knew you wasn't real cause all you do is chit chat
High and drunky drunky can I get my role back
High and drunky drunky can I get my throwback

[Twista:]
homie, I got too many stars, too many stripes,too many focus, and too many pipes,
get up in tha club I'ma kill em' in a fight,
hit em' in tha mouth with a left and a right
flip yo boyz, flip yo law,
keep lookin at me I'ma him em' im tha jaw
Mac 11, Stoli Caliburs and SK's in tha trunk fo tha hataz if you really wanna brawl
See yo bitch, smack a bitch up tha thang, now me got to click
bust yo dome in tha back of it, then I ride to the black cadillac and split
If you dont really wanna get tha picture, then i gotta hit you wit real steel
Let it ride the I scream you can't flip wit Twista and Trillville
Cause we got them thangs, got that dust when im in da club girl stroke that butt
Make them shawtys wanna cut, wit tha spinnaz on tha benz, 24's on tha truck
Wood and Leather, you really wanna get ahead a muthaflipaz like me
but im bringin betta chedda
When it comes to outdoing muthaflipaz like me homie you could Neva Eva

5o cent- In Da Club


Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shorty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's yo birthday
'Cause you know we don't give a flip
It's not your birthday!


You can find me in the club, bottle full of bud
Mama, I got that X, if you into takin' drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed


When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I flip with Dre, now they wanna show me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna flip
but homie ain't nothing change ho's down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that homie roll that weed up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a limp
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
but holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya im loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm feelin' focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend wanna get bi and they ready to go


My flow, my showbrought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my clothes, my jewels
Look homie i done came up and i ain't change.


And you should love it, way more then you hate it
homie you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that ###got ass homie trying to pull me back right?
When my junk get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfliper burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head switch the style up
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside there wit a bottle of bub
You know where we fliping be



Don't try to act like you ain't know where we been either homie
In the club all the time homie, its about to pop off homie
G-Unit



Edited By MasterKi on Aug. 17 2004 at 12:06

U cant touch this
My, my, my, my
Music htis me so hard
Make me cry: Oh, my Lord!
Thank you for blessing
Me with a mind
And two hyped feet
It feels god when I know youre down
A superdape home boy from the Oak-town
And Im known as such
And this is a beat ah

U cant touch this
I told U home boy
U cant touch this
Yeah, thats how were livin and U know
U cant touch this
Look in my eyes, man
U cant touch this
Here, let me bust the funky lyrics
U cant touch this

Break it down
Fresh new kicks and pants
U got it like that now
U know U wanna dance
So, move out of your seat
And get a fly girl
And catch this beat
While its rollin
Hold on, pump a little bit
And let them know
Its going on like that
Like that cold on a mission
So fall on back
Let em know that youre too much
And this is a beat
U cant touch this


Give me a song, or rhythm
Makin em sweat
Thats what Im giving em
Now they know
U talk about the Hammer
Youre talking
A show thats hyped
And tight singers
And sweating
So pass them a wipe
Or a tape to learn
What it is going to take
In the 90s
To burn the charts
Legit
Either work hard
Or U might as well quit

Ay world, dis Streets 101
I'm finna give you a head for pound of J-Kwon
And a quarter burn of Track Boy Music

Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey
Now on mah life dirty, I'm livin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?

This the new improved hoop hop
I make err muthaflipa in this bitch, do the walk
Dirty run his mouth til the album drop
(Why's that?) Trak Boy beats like a free bricker Caine on the block
I'm 17 name ain't the same on the block
And peter knock the homie out his frame on the block
And he'll come through and let it rain on the block
And all dey gots to say is its a shame on the block
I'm hot homeboy, ever get it twisted
Numbaz unlisted stayed in third district, for real
I'm ready to get naughty, best of bouf worl's so Hey Shawty
Show me the party, and I'll show you the coke
I can show you mah dick you can show me ya throat
If a homie trip trip, den we can show him the '4
If a homie run up to you we can show him some mo'

Now on mah life dirty, I'm livin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?

Now I wish a homie would run up like dat
Man i put dat on the hood I'ma strike back
And homie talk poop but i don'like dat
Sayin all like Gee but I ain't write dat
And maybe mamma's man ain't about poop
Basically what i'm sayin dude flip-a-bitch
And if I had two i'd touch-a-bitch
In the same breath, turn around and touch a clit
And homie if i said it, den I flipin meant it
And homie if it's rented i ain't flipin in it
Track boys gimme money so I flipin spend it
Ya'll rollin spreewell but not the authentics
And flip your flipin '4 and your roof clown
I got poop that'll turn your flipin coupe round

You ain't hearr' i'm the troop now
By the fact
hook gon' break it down
break it down

Now on mah life dirty, I'm livin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?


Dawg It's a mystery, how we drop one single
Left the game now the whole worl' miss me
Freak this bitch like homegirl missy
Like I tell them homie got the whole worl' tipsy
Sick and tired of old g's tryin to gip me
So I put a lump in dis poop like a hicky
All i say is to dem dudes, come get me
Watch a patch of prone cause i' like a gypsy
Funny how I can't loc in public, smoke in public
Girl even choke in public,
Got dough so dat's why i'm so republic
Cause hit the door, i start actin so republic
I had it sent back and like i had a briccamore
So you got snitched on by the cona-whore
Show us or show her ass what dese guns are for
Or let the priest show her mom what dese nuns are for

Now on mah life dirty, I'm livin dirty
And I'ma keep it dirty until I'm gone dirty
So where ya at dirty? where ya at dirty?
Where dey at dirty? Where dey at dirty?

[quote:post_uid0="coolkilla"][quote:post_uid0="Battleaxe22"]I never said the battle was great KILLA. I simply said that the lyrics in canibus's song when spat have a sick flow and that the last verse from LL's the ripper strikes back was dangerous.[/quote]
I know but he said post lyrics you like and Im thinking those are your favorite lyrics..Anyway here are some more of mine..

[Dirty Mouth:]
Just like i said get tha flip back, get up on my level
Chack, bread, and chips is all i stack, roll a seven bring it back
Neva crapped out cause my pimpin is too slick for that
but if you thank im jokin then i guess thats yo ass jack
Beat em' down, stomp em' out, you know what im talkin bout
Dirty mouth off in this bitch, Trillville we represent
Any city,any hood, any state its all good
Wish you links to get up on my level but you never could
In tha club, throwin bo's, niggaz scrillin wit they throat
Mean muggin' hard cuz they crunk off of Rainbow
BME is tha clique,North,South,East and West
Get up on my level cause my clique is tha flipin best
[Don Peezy:]
My My benz look at my Ac,Look at my benz look at my Ac
Get on my level hell naw neva that
Get on Get on my level hell naw neva that
My homie chill,let a homie know
Yo clique one, My clique foe
Lookin at my watch, time for ya'll boyz to go
I used to didn't have one but thats when i was broke
Always crunk wit my niggaz, usually
Always drunk wit my niggaz, usually
Thank this poop a joke Mr. D.L Hughley
Pump a homie mouth,?? you feel like losin
Yeaaa, now take that, I knew you wasn't real cause all you do is chit chat
High and drunky drunky can I get my role back
High and drunky drunky can I get my throwback

[Don Peezy:]
My My benz look at my Ac,Look at my benz look at my Ac
Get on my level hell naw neva that
Get on Get on my level hell naw neva that
My homie chill,let a homie know
Yo clique one, My clique foe
Lookin at my watch, time for ya'll boyz to go
I used to didn't have one but thats when i was broke
Always crunk wit my niggaz, usually
Always drunk wit my niggaz, usually
Thank this poop a joke Mr. D.L Hughley
Pump a homie mouth,?? you feel like losin
Yeaaa, now take that, I knew you wasn't real cause all you do is chit chat
High and drunky drunky can I get my role back
High and drunky drunky can I get my throwback

[Twista:]
homie, I got too many stars, too many stripes,too many focus, and too many pipes,
get up in tha club I'ma kill em' in a fight,
hit em' in tha mouth with a left and a right
flip yo boyz, flip yo law,
keep lookin at me I'ma him em' im tha jaw
Mac 11, Stoli Caliburs and SK's in tha trunk fo tha hataz if you really wanna brawl
See yo bitch, smack a bitch up tha thang, now me got to click
bust yo dome in tha back of it, then I ride to the black cadillac and split
If you dont really wanna get tha picture, then i gotta hit you wit real steel
Let it ride the I scream you can't flip wit Twista and Trillville
Cause we got them thangs, got that dust when im in da club girl stroke that butt
Make them shawtys wanna cut, wit tha spinnaz on tha benz, 24's on tha truck
Wood and Leather, you really wanna get ahead a muthaflipaz like me
but im bringin betta chedda
When it comes to outdoing muthaflipaz like me homie you could Neva Eva[/quote]
Sorry, it just happened to be what I was listening to at the time... I'll come back with some pac verses I really like.

here's something sexy:


[Ludacris]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now, give it to me now

[Shawna]
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah (Remix)
Yeah
Give it to me now, give it to me now
Give it to me now

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down, to the down to the, to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies

[Trina (Ludacris)]
You know what I need
Somebody that who can come li-li-lick the clit
(Alright)
And a homie who ain't thinking 'bout a Trina LP
And I'll make him go and get my poop
We can go from a fly ass jetta to a Coupe De Ville
Hotel tally ho or the Beverly Hill
A real homie not the run of the mill
To come and spank me and make me shoot to kill
From the kitchen then you can move me
To the jaccuzzi and out the booty
Come and do your duty
Me and fat dick Ludacris making us a movie
butt naked in a bed of cash
Make tough stuff stutter when I shake my ass
Damn she back, I though she a thing of the past
Cause I'm a bad bitch and I'm off the glass (Okay)
Having sex in little jets menage'tois
Getting buck wild no matter where we are
Indie 500 in the back of the car
In a dark ass club on the back of a bar
Never want, never ever wanna leave
Work for me like league over seas
I want a man to fulfill my needs
To keep my body trembling and buckle my knees

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed, down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I gotta kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna do in the canopy
I wanna do it where your girl gon see and get mad at me
I want a homie that'll grab the weave
And turn my eyes Chinese
Tell me baby can you handle me?
I wanna do it all in your mouth
Then I'll pull the ass out
Make you bounce till you pass out
Or we can cut up in the grass
And give the neighbors a flash
Can you tell me who the bad motherfliper now?
Said I wanna take-ta-take-take a homie back to the crib
And I wanna do, do all the things that I never did
Like I up on the top-to-top-top of the projects getting head
Or you can find me in a dro-drop-drop-drop on dubs in the candy red
I like a homie when he face down, mouth wide
Polo down with them blades on the ride
Give me a pound with the case on the side
but it's okay I'm gon break something tonight
Oh see get on your knees
And I'll show you what's my fantasy
Like up in the coupe, coupe
Tell your bitch she ain't gotta be mad at me

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
(Remix, remix)
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Foxy Brown]
You gotta li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
Then you gotta su-suck the ##### while I sit on your dick
And I wanna talk some poop while I feel it get stiff
And then ruba-dub on my tits while I nut on your lips homie

I'm a BK bitch, love to ride dick
Ass in his face, cock spread out
homie uptown, homie down south
Same ol' poop, foot's in his mouth
F-O-X call me rough sex
Especially when a bitch get right on the X
Get it, right on X
flip him, check right to the next
Bitches go right, Fox right to the left
homie can't flip, burner on his chest
36 D's, Prada on the breats
Baddest, send him home with na na on his breath
What? How you think a bitch got my rep?
3 Mills, still BK to the death
Still don't give a flip
Still pose naked
Still specialize on sittin' on niggas faces
Pop magnum's by the cases
X5 Benz still spend big faces
Big frown, brown, hold first places
You know what you can do homie?
You can li li li lick me from my ass to my clit
And ruba-dub up on my tits while I nu-nut on your lips, flipa

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Shawna]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Ludacris]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna ah-ah, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but I got to kn-kn-kn-know what's your fan-ta-sy

[Trina]
I wanna li-li-li-lick you from your head to your toes
And I wanna move from the bed down to the down to the to the floor
I wanna uh-uh, you make it so good I don't wanna leave
but you gotta let me kn-kn-kn-know what's your fantasies

Akon f/ Styles P - Locked Up
Styles P]
Locked up, they won

You can get crunk in the club
Roll wit your hood
Get stomped in the club
Or you could get buck in the club
Get fliped up in the club
homie we don't give a flip
but you don't want no problem (Problem)
but you don't want no problem (Problem)
but you don't want no problem with me
Cuz BME we be ?

You don't wanna be dead in the streets
Mouth full of blood and soaked from the heat (Ooo)
Why you tryna act hard as hell
And you know damn well you don't wanna feel the shell
homie I been down by a lot
Gun to my head, pressed dead to the wall
I got big balls and bullets like baseballs
Split ya dome, put you straight, knock out all ya'll
Hell no them boys don't play
Straight nuts to ya face
Put your pistol away
And don't weed to my head
I pray for the folks in the club gettin scared
Got a problem with that

[Chorus]

Hold em back, hold em back
Man flip that homie
flip that hold em back
Gotta push that homie
Hold em back, hold em back
Push that homie
flip that hold em back

Hey shawty it's on
Goddamnit it's on
Keep poppin in my face and get popped in the dome
Learn to rush mothaflipas
It's gonna hurt
If a homie fall
That's when poop gets worse
The problem with you niggas is
You just talk too much
Man swang on a homie and flip his ass up
And you can walk on by with your nuts in a tub
I'll be your ? if you really won't get crunk
In the A we don't play them games
We just stack and slang and load up them things
Gettin buck if you wanna and catch a bow
Keep your pretty ass gull, beat your ass, and take your hoe

there is a last part of the song thats nice. here it is.
okkk.... okkk... Atalanta I love Fo eva Atalanta I love Fo eva

this sh!t is the best song, out there
muahahah feel the pain

"Barbie Girl"





Hi Barbie
Hi Ken!
Do you wanna go for a ride?
Sure Ken!
Jump In...

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation
Come on Barbie, let's go party!

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

I'm a blond bimbo girl, in the fantasy world
Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly
You're my doll, rock'n'roll, feel the glamour in pink,
kiss me here, touch me there, hanky panky...
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"

(uu-oooh-u)

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)

Make me walk, make me talk, do whatever you please
I can act like a star, I can beg on my knees
Come jump in, bimbo friend, let us do it again,
hit the town, fool around, let's go party
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"
You can touch, you can play, if you say: "I'm always yours"

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

I'm a barbie girl, in the barbie world
Life in plastic, it's fantastic!
you can brush my hair, undress me everywhere
Imagination, life is your creation

Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(Ah-ah-ah-yeah)
Come on Barbie, let's go party!
(uu-oooh-u)

Oh, I'm having so much fun!
Well Barbie, we're just getting started
Oh, I love you Ken!


now what?



Edited By TitanX59 on Aug. 18 2004 at 18:25

Man barbies are sooooo hot!! i used to take their shirts and pants off and well, yeahhh....



Edited By MasterKi on Aug. 18 2004 at 18:27

[quote:post_uid0="MasterKi"]Man barbies are sooooo hot!! i used to take their shirts and pants off and well, yeahhh....[/quote]
I know it's R.I. but let's keep the spam to a minimum, son.

Shyne"

Swiss, Po
Respect our gangsta homie
Lay down

[Verse 1:]
Whachu knowbout holdin out big Tec.
Big vest , hollow tips all up in tha kid Neck
Po live it up, yellow stones lid it Up
Long Johns (siggaz) tuck, it's da kid homie What
Some of ya rap niggaz is girls
On my dick yappin, flappin'
flipin cartoons,
These niggaz guns don't go off
untill they say lights, camera, action
Yo Swiss tell them niggaz eat a Dick
Gun up in yo face, bitch that Reary wont Miss
Unload da poop then reload da poop
Head str8 to da airport and unload sum Bricks
No lyin', you niggaz seem me comin down to shoot ya
Think I was flyin', 12 syllabus
Brookly is mine, homie move Ova
Yea I'm talkin to you. flipin Dick Blowa

[Chorus:]
Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health
Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
Cuz it's cool when you flipin wit a homie like me
Cool when you ridin' wit a homie like me
To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
I'mma keep it gangsta till I die homie, Sine

[Verse 2:]
Check it
All I need in this world of sin
Is a crooked lawyer, big rims and a Mac. 10
Ridin' thru da city like I'm used to this poop
flip yo vest homie, my cells will chew thru that poop
Catch a breath, you ain't heard bout that homie Po
Murdah cases diamond faces, Mat-hat-lo'
Leavin' pieces of yo brian on yo car Do'
Lookin gully in that Bent.on that R.O.
L.L. see you niggaz in Hell
Soon as they set my bell, I make another Cell
poop I set my mind at a the early age
I was gon' be paid or early graved
Whatta flip i got-ta have, blocks to smash
Lots a cash, drop sum Ass
This iz da truth, I probebly die in my Coup
but I bet you and them bitches that come to get me, I Shoot

[Chorus:]
Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health
Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
Cuz it's cool when you flipin wit a homie like me
Cool when you ridin' wit a homie like me
To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
I'mma keep it gangsta till I die homie, Sine

[Verse 3:]
I got my mind on da Shipment
Shipment on my Mind
Bout to meet these Domanican niggaz at 9
Rhyme, rap, whatta flip is That
Only thing I rap is Ye, homie die Today
Ya got it confused I ain't tryna fill nobody's Shoes
I'm juss lookin fo connects homie
Doin' what I Do
Back against the wall
Against all odds
Tune in to my Live homie, this poop is sicka then OZ
Fightin' 'gainst them Crackaz
+ them killaz gettin' at Us
No where to run, so I grab my Gun
N' start blazin', this poop got a homie Agin'
I'mma die a Gangsta homie ain't no Changin'
A G. faithfully, momma pray for Me
Lil homie go to school, stay away from Me
Got hoez fo you hustlaz
bullets fo you cowards
N' dick fo you bitches up in da Trunk-Tower

[Chorus:]
Fo all of ya'll, keepin ya'll in Health
Juss to see you wildin and enjoy Yoself
Cuz it's cool when you flipin wit a homie like me
Cool when you ridin' wit a homie like me
To all my (money makin) bitches juss Shine
To all my niggaz keepin it gully juss Shine
To all da ghettos in America, ohh Shine
I'mma keep it gangsta till I die homie, Shine

[quote:post_uid0="J-Kw

Don Omar

Aunque Te Fuiste


Vuelve, Vuelve... Que el dolor me mata...
Vuelve, Vuelve... Que el dolor me mata...

Y no fue facil, Tenerte y perderte
Aceptar olvidarte, Y hoy que te fuiste
Siento voy a enloquecerme
Y no fue facil, Tenerte y perderte
Aceptar olvidarte, Y hoy que te fuiste
Siento voy a enloquecerme

Y aunque te fuistes
Tengo una vida por delante
Pa' encontrarte y preguntarte
Porque te fuistes, mi mujer
Vuelve que voy a morirme
Y aunque te fuistes
Tengo una vida por delante
Pa' encontrarte y preguntarte
Porque te fuistes, mi mujer
Vuelve que voy a morirme

Y aunque el viento se llevo
Todo lo que coseche
Dejare que tu recuerdo me acaricie
Y aunque no vuelva a ver
Los labios que adore
Dejare que tu cuerpoa mi me inspire

aunque te fuistes
Tengo una vida por delante
Pa' encontrarte y preguntarte
Porque te fuistes, mi mujer
Vuelve que voy a morirme

Y aunque te fuistes
Tengo una vida por delante
Pa' encontrarte y preguntarte
Porque te fuistes, mi mujer
Vuelve que voy a morirme

Vuelve, que el dolor me mata
Que quiero tenerte
O tan siquiera verte, por favor
Vuelve, que el dolor me mata
Que quiero tenerte
O tan siquiera verte, por favor
Vuelve, y explicame porque te fuistes
Tan duro me heristes
Por favor, vuelve, llama o tan siquiera escribe
Y explicame
Si tanto te ame
Porque me olvidas y me dejas
Vuelve, Vuelve...

Vuelve, que la vida sin ti no es lo mismo
Siento que caigo en un abismo
Abismo del cual quiero salir
Por favor, ayudame tu
Que sin ti la vida no tiene luz
Por favor, vuelve
Vuelve, Vuelve, Vuelve...
Vuelve, o por lo menos

Dame una explicacion de lo que sucedio
Todavia tengo rencor
Te marchastes y solo dijistes "Adios."
Olvidando que yo tambien te ame
Vuelve, y explicame porque estoy aqui
Llorandote

Vuelve, Vuelve, que el dolor me mata
Vuelve, Vuelve, que el dolor me mata
Vuelve, Vuelve, que el dolor me mata
Vuelve, Vuelve...

that's my song

Artist: BOYZ II MEN


Album: Evolution


Song Name: Never
Title: Artist: BOYZ II MEN Song: Never Album: Evolution


In this world today
Love is scarce and far away
And your heart gets so afraid
To trust someone
All the times he let you down


There was no love to be found
Well it's not the end
There'll be time to mend
And you'll love again
Chorus:
Never, never let a broken heart
Take a chance for love away
Don't ever let it make you fall apart
Never, never ever let the pain
Take your need for love away
Never, no never
And I know it seems hard
Open up, let down your guards
but you owe it to your heart
To try again
Oh, comes the time
When we must change
What the past has thrown away
Don't take the blame
Don't be ashamed
Throw your fears away
Chorus
I know, don't be afraid
For you will never find
Another one you love again
I know that you'll be sorry girl
Be strong before it's too late
Because forever is too long
For you to live in pain
Just don't give up
Please open up to love
Chorus



always been a fan of boys ll men=)

*i luv this song...reminds me of the one i luv...

SO INTO U >> Fabolous feat. Ashanti

I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now, I want to be more than a friend of you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 Thou'
There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'Cuz the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's
Maybe, I speak in general now
but girl imma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I go, they wear bikini's in the winter too now
What you think about, tan lines on the skin of you now
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou'
On 5th Ave. shopping spree's, and them dinners at Chao's
I ain't concerned what other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous it's the principle now, I'm so into you

[Chorus: Ashanti]
I Really like what you've
Done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you
I really like what you've
Done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you

[Verse 2: Fabolous]
Come on ma, it's more than a flashin
I woulda traded it all, in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashin
Just off the shore, so you can hear when water be splashin
The drop top 3 and a quarter we dashin
The flawless diamonds and the border we flashin
The money, we oughtta be stashin
I make sure every quarter be cashed in, I can't really explain it
My friend be thinkin I'm slippin
These girls be thinkin I'm trippin
What kinda weed he be smokin
What type of drinks he be sippin
Sweet thing, just to think of you dippin
Would have me with the blue's so hard, you would think I was crippin
Now, you relaxin' in the Benz
Credit cards with no limits, so you don't worry about maxxin' when you spend
Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends
How'd you like it if, both our name's had Jackson on the ends, uh

[Chorus]

[Verse 3: Fabolous]
I don't wanna trip, but truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak, remind me of those strips
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it ain't becuase my whips is roofless
Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces
And you aint flattered by canary envy es dipped Jesus'
Other ballers look dumb when they press you, 5 and 6's
You don't let them kinda numbers impress you
Even though I was somewhat successfull
Bein a player was becoming too stressfull
but every since, the superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa be painted
Just so we can get really aquainted
The love is real, there's no way it could feel like it's tainted
but I can't really explain it, uh, yeah

[Chorus]