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• Titre : Body on me
• Album : .....
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

Chorus
The way that you walkin, the way that you talkin
you're the one i want to spend this night with
tryna get in them draws and bang it out til the morning
i can already tell you want it
cause you shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me
keep on shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me

Verse 1(Ashanti)
Hey boy
I think i just might wanna come see you tonight
and you can have your way boy
i know its been a while since you made my body right
now i've been waiting patiently, anticipating you and me
and it aint no question cuz boy i love you when you put that body on me
Chorus
The way that you walkin, the way that you talkin
you're the one i want to spend this night with
tryna get in them draws and bang it out til the morning
i can already tell you want it
cause you shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me
keep on shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me

Verse 2(Nelly)
Hey how you doin mama
I need to know ur name
You givin me the eye eye
Im givin you the same
It just hit me right now
What we should do today
Go tell you friends bye bye
And lets go hop a plane
Its no mistaken the attractions ironic
I wanna make you someone more then just a a bon in my closet
I wanna win that type of relationship
Where you wanna come hang when your man is trippin
You say your short this month and your late on your rent
He took your car watchin me hold this
Hey hey you see oohhh
You see lil mama outta control

Chorus
The way that you walkin, the way that you talkin
you're the one i want to spend this night with
tryna get in them draws and bang it out til the morning
i can already tell you want it
cause you shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me
keep on shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me

Verse 3(Nelly)
Shorty movin closer and closer
And slower and lower yeah
I think she know she makin me hard
Got every man in the club like oh my God
She slicker then lody dody
She work her body body
When you done her at the party
Meet me down there in the lobby
And ill be waitin on yah
And no debatin on yah
I got a seat for yah
We can let the top back and ohhhhhhh
We don�t have to stop girl nooooooo
I got a lil something I wanna shoooooowww
Believe me your strong
Lil mama please don�t make me wait too long

Chorus(x2)
The way that you walkin, the way that you talkin
you're the one i want to spend this night with
tryna get in them draws and bang it out til the morning
i can already tell you want it
cause you shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me
keep on shakin it all for me, givin it all to me
rubbin dat body on me

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• Titre : A Millie
• Album : The Empire Presents Lil Wayne
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

Ima Millionaire,
Im a Young Money Millie in aire, tougher than Nigerian hair,
My criteria compared to your career just isnt fair,
Ima venereal disease like a menstrual bleed..
Threw the pencil and leak the sheet of the tablet in my mind,
Cuz I dont write shit cuz I aint got time,
Cuz my seconds, minutes, hours go to the al mighty dollar,
And the al mighty power of dat chit cha cha chopper,
Sister, Brother, Son, Daughter, Father motha f**k a copper,
Got da maserati dancin on the bridge pussy poppin,
Tell the coppers..hahahaha you cant catch em, you cant stop em,
I go by them goon rules if you cant beat em then you pop em,
You cant man em then you mop em,
You cant stand em then you drop em,
You drop em cuz we pop em like Orville Redenbacher,

[Cory Gunz]
Im Millie in here wit them Young Money Milli on aires,
Think you really pop a wheelie in air,
Mac Milli..the Vanilli's in here.. im a rascal dont get whopped,
I get brats who dont give top,
I get tassel, pass you wit a flow you could never put a brake on,
An I break on anything a nigga take on,
Feel the napalm from my trey arm, straight long, throw a nigga like im Akon,
Cuz I make cons.. Where the base gone, get the base blown,
Let the Pistons on that chopper come on cops im kamikaze drop a rock wit them
Obamas,
Illie in the mind, really wit the nine, millie when I rhyme, silly anytime,
Fine, chilly gitty on da grind, Shitty on a dime, Penny on the line,
Plentys in me, any guinea's wit em bigger than a mini and remind im..
Illie and its all off G piece and a P..G walk by beep beep,
Wit a freak, skeet, Hawk Out, big feet on a jeep..
She caught by Weezy F, we be the best,
Truely to death prove me the rest,
Groupies confess, you be the ref, excuse me I left..Ha


young money

nay nay, daddys back
ok

a millionaire im a young money millionaire
what chyall really want it now
y'all dont really wanna do it
if hip hop is dead i am the embalming fluid
and I don't care who it be, I'm steppin to it
notice I say 'it' cuz to me, it ain't shit
get. it.
call me whacha like trick
call me on my sidekick
never answer when its private
man I hate a shy chick
don't you hate a shy chick
I had a plate of shy chick and she ain't shy no mo'
she changed her name to my chick
hahaha, yea boy thats my girl
and she pops excellent up in waynes world
totally dude you should
see their faces when they see that
this robot can move
and its say...
hahaha, yea
and it go...
thats right

I'm a millionaire I'm a
young money cash money fast money
slow money mo' money neva no money
what is that, who is that, I never heard of it
I will take your picture and make a 'rest in peace' shirt of it
tell those niggas beatin to make a rest in peace shirt of me cuz i
killed and now don't tell no one you heard of me
its like, the beat was screamin, murder me
and i'm a, murderer
so I murdered it

and you nigga is what i eatin ill make sure of it
and he who don't believe me I'll make dessert of him
sherbet him, I mean
shame on him, or her
Carter, Father of
this rap thang, this is my race
gon' take a lap man weezy babys nursery
now gon' take a nap man, its nap time
I'll holla back at you at snack time

Weezy... F.... yea, ok
they say I'm rappin like Big, Jay, and Tupac
Andre 3 Thousand where is erykah badu at
who dat
who dat said they gon' beat Lil Wayne
my name ain't bic, but I keep that flame
who dat one
dat do dat boy
yall knew dat
true dat swallow
and i be the shhhh
now you got loose bowels
I don't owe you like two vowels
but I'd like for you to pay me by the hour
hahaha
and I'd rather be pushing flowers,
than to be in the penn sharing showers
see Tony told us this world was ours
and the Bible told us every girl was sour
dont play in the garden and don't smell her flower
call me Mr. Carter or Mr. Lawn Mower
boy I got so many girls like I'm Michael Lowry
even Gwen Stefani said she couldn't doubt me

man, life, just ain't life,
hip hop just ain't hip hop,

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• Titre : Get Buck
• Album : Buck The World
• Année : 2008

Paroles :

[Intro]
Yeah!!! Get 'em Buck!!!

[Verse 1]
OK! I'm reloaded my bankroll swole and a nigga can't fold it
I got 'em like HEY! Got 'em rollin
The kush on the way and the champagne frozen
Watch me do my thang, I got these hoes open
I'm ridin presidential like the shit that I'm smokin
Water wih' the work, Petrom on my shirt
And a zip ain't shit I need a quarter P of Purp
'Gon break it down, pass it all around
I can serve Whitney Houston and Bobby Brown
Them dope boys in this bitch like, let me buy that
Broke niggas in this bitch like, let me try that
I need a beat in the bitch, let me call Polow
Mr. Tennakey I still get 'em for the low though
Shawty light up the dro, I ain't ready to go
Can't ban me from the radio or fuck up my show, you know

[Chorus] (*Ladies replying to Young Buck)
Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!)
I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!)
I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!)
I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!)
Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)

[Verse 2]
Let's play the game I'm the quarterback, don't stop homey
I go to jail if I get sacked, so block for me
Eightball in my corner pocket, it's on and poppin
Got the whole club leanin wit' it, and body rockin
Drunk drivin in my Cut dawg, I got my truck parked
Seventy Two Tennessee Titan like what up y'all?!
I'm home boy, holla at ya homeboy
Better come quick, once I get it then it's gone boy
First come first serve, fuck what ya heard
I'm piecin out my pack till I come up on a bird
Blow the smoke out my nose, pimpin on these hoes
They know me at the bank love me at the jewelry stores
I play it how it goes, the butterfly doors
On them old school vogues with the chrome on the toes
These fuck niggas know, that I will let it go
(I bet he got a vest) No but I got my tech though

[Chorus] (*Ladies replying to Young Buck)
Haters tryin to ban a nigga mayne (It's OK!)
I bounce back watch me do my thang (It's OK!)
I got my Chevy hoggin up the lane (It's OK!)
I'm a boss I can make it rain (It's OK!)
Now get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)
Get buck bitch (Watch me do the damn thang)

[Outro]
Yeah you know what it is, how we do the damn thang down here
Nigga what you workin with?
Yeah, hey my nigga now don't be in the club, throwin ya rent money, be broke in the mornin
Have us laughin at ya broke ass, yeah where my dope boys at?
Yeah! Shawty I see you! Now pick up that god damn money! Hey! LET'S GO!

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• Titre : Tupac - I Ain't Mad At Cha
• Album : Greatest Hits Disc 2
• Année : 2005

Paroles :

Change, shit
I guess change is good for any of us
Whatever it take for any of y'all niggaz to get up out the hood
Shit, I'm wit cha, I ain't mad at cha
Got nuttin but love for ya, do your thing boy

Yeah, all the homies that I ain't talk to in a while
I'ma send this one out for y'all, knahmean?
Cause I ain't mad at cha
Heard y'all tearin up shit out there, kickin up dust
{Danny Boy} I ain't...
Givin a motherfucker, heheheheheh
Yeah, niggaz
{Danny Boy} ...mad at cha
Cause I ain't mad at cha

{Verse One: 2Pac}

Now we was once two niggaz of the same kind
Quick to holla at a hoochie with the same line
You was just a little smaller but you still roller
Got stretched to Y.A. and hit the hood swoll
Member when you had a jheri curl didn't quite learn
On the block, witcha glock, trippin off sherm
Collect calls to the till, sayin how ya changed
Oh you a Muslim now, no more dope game
Heard you might be comin home, just got bail
Wanna go to the Mosque, don't wanna chase tail
I seems I lost my little homie he's a changed man
Hit the pen and now no sinnin is the game plan
When I talk about money all you see is the struggle
When I tell you I'm livin large you tell me it's trouble
Congratulation on the weddin, I hope your wife know
She got a playa for life, and that's no bullshitin
I know we grew apart, you probably don't remember
I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her
And I can see us after school, we'd BOMB
on the first motherfucker with the wrong shit on
Now the whole shit's changed, and we don't even kick it
Got a big money scheme, and you ain't even with it
Hmm, knew in my heart you was the same motherfucker bad
Go toe to toe when it's time for roll you got a brother's back
And I can't even trip, cause I'm just laughin at cha
You tryin hard to maintain, then go head
cause I ain't mad at cha
(Hmm, I ain't mad at cha)

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha {2Pac:} (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha

{Verse Two: 2Pac}

We used to be like distant cousins, fightin, playin dozens
Whole neighborhood buzzin, knowin, that we wasn't
Used to catch us on the roof or behind the stairs
I'm gettin blitzed and I reminsce on all the times we shared
Besides bumpin n grindin wasn't nothin on our mind
In time we learned to live a life of crime
Rewind us back, to a time was much too young to know
I caught a felony lovin the way the guns blow
And even though we seperated, you said that you'd wait
Don't give nobody no coochie while I be locked up state
I kiss my Mama goodbye, and wipe the tears from her lonely eyes
Said I'll return but I gotta fight the fate's arrived
Don't shed a tear, cause Mama I ain't happy here
I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years
They got me goin mad, I'm knockin busters on they backs
in my cell, thinkin, "Hell, I know one day I'll be back"
As soon as I touch down
I told my girl I'll be there, so prepare, to get fucked down
The homies wanna kick it, but I'm just laughin at cha
Cause youse a down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad, at cha {2Pac:} (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad, at cha {2Pac:} (A true down ass bitch, and I ain't mad at cha)

{Verse Three: 2Pac}

Well guess who's movin up, this nigga's ballin now
Bitches be callin to get it, hookers keep fallin down
He went from nuttin to lots, ten carots to rock
Went from a nobody nigga to the big, man on the block
He's Mister local celebrity, addicted to move a key
Most hated by enemy, escape in the Luxury
See, first you was our nigga but you made it, so the choice is made
Now we gotta slay you why you faded, in the younger days
So full of pain while the weapons blaze
Gettin so high off that bomb hopin we make it, to the better days
Cause crime pays, and in time, you'll find a rhyme'll blaze
You'll feel the fire from the niggaz in my younger days
So many changed on me, so many tried to plot
That I keep a glock beside my head, when will it stop?
Til God return me to my essence
Cause even as a adolescents, I refuse to be a convalescent
So many questions, and they ask me if I'm still down
I moved up out of the ghetto, so I ain't real now?
They got so much to say, but I'm just laughin at cha
You niggaz just don't know, but I ain't mad at cha

Chorus: Danny Boy

I ain't, mad at cha {2Pac:} (and I ain't mad at cha)
Iiiiiiiii ain't mad {2Pac:} (hell nah I ain't mad at cha) at cha
I ain't, mad at mha {2Pac:} (and I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha {2Pac:} (I ain't mad at cha)
I ain't, mad at cha, noooo
I ain't mad at chaaaaahhhhhhhh