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Big Daddy Kane lyrics - It's a Big Daddy Thing

Pimpin' Ain't Easy

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Chorus: Anything goes when it comes to hoes, they go: Pimpin' ain't easy (Pimpin' ain't eeeeeee-zyyyyyy) 6x [Greg Nice] One-two-three-four, to five-six-seven eight, nine-ten, then ya got eleven Twelve, thirteen, start your age; fourteen-fifteen-sixteen, the pubic stage Like an apple, like a cherry, like a peach, like a plum better get off the virgin before I cuuuuum! Pick up my pants and thump and thump I think I'll call up Tootie, she'll give me some Watch out, watch out I'm drippin' live scum I say damn, I love the way I make my posse roll-a 'Specially if the hoochie's on birht control-a Lift her up just like a pick up truck then I sat her down and we started to fuck Made whoopie, made whoopie, made whoopie, YO-O-O-O-O! I hope this time I don't make a cookie Brothers everywhere be callin' me a rookie Two from the Greg Nice from the o-o-old schoooooool but bullshit, I ain't no fool, cuz Chorus [Big Daddy Kane] Well, I say...Extra! Extra! Here is a bachelor comin' straight at ya I see trim and bag it, take it home and rag it the Big Daddy law is anti-faggot That means no homosexuality; what's in my pants'll make you see reality And if you wanna see a smooth black Casanova -- BEND OVAH! Cuz I don't half-step when it comes to broads The K-A-N-E 'll go the whole nine yards There's no time for coversation my dear [MOAN!] is all I wanna hear So let's make a move, as I get smooth cuz the purpose I serve is to soothe I'm tall, dark and handsome and all that junk Even white girls be sayin' Ooh, Kane's a hunk! Even Puerto Rican girls be callin' me papi Some try to copy, but they look sloppy So imitators who wanna step to a brother like me, lick my manure! Chorus [Smooth B] I'm just goin' and I'm flowin' like a gigolo and when I used to be with Scott, I was a Super-Hoe But now I'm coolin' with Kane and Greg N-I-C-E and if the girlies want my tip they gotta pay a fee I love bonin', and all my friends they will agree that when it comes to pimpin' ain't easy First name: Smooth. Last name: B WHen I'm bonin' a girl, I make her feel heavenly I like to make 'em wait, and then make 'em beg and when I take off my clothes, the I form a third leg They rub it with oils and suck it with ice Now I'm mind is in paradise... Chorus [Scoob Lover] Tip-tip-toein', Scoob Lover's out hoein' Braggin' to the fellas how my flattop was growin' buyin' drinks for the ladies, money I was blowin' right in front of me...mmm...not even knowin' A brown-skinned cutie; big, plump booty Nametag earrings readin' off Tootie Bullseye, bing, the girl of my dreams; from my eyesight that was what it seemed I said, uh, Come a little bit closer To Scoob that night, choice guy, she said Hi Hi...hi, I've really been wantin' to meet you I just got paid and I'll be very glad to treat you How 'bout dinner, a Salisbury steak I said, Sorry Honey-Dip, but I already ate So I nudged the other girlies off my shoulder went for Tootie cuz the girl was much older East to the Benz, I slowly walked; clearing out my throat so I cold start my smooth talk Sex in my mind, I was sure of it... I wanted to tax that ass like the government! Chorus [Ant Live] Well, it's Friday night, ain't a damn thing funny -- Bitch better have my money

Can't Nobody Hold Me Down

P. DIDDY "No Way Out"
(Puff) Bad Boy... we ain't gon' stop Verse One: Mase Now with Sean on the hot track, melt like it's hot wax Put it out, all the stores, bet you could shop that (that's right) Leave a nigga with a hot hat, fronting like Bad Boy ain't got tracks (nigga stop that) There's no guy slicker than this young fly nigga Nickel-nine nigga, floss you die quicker (uh-huh) This fed time outta town pie flipper Turn Cristal into a Crooked I sipper Everbody want to be fast, see the cash Fuck around they weak staff, get a heat rash Anything in Bad Boy way we smash (we smash) Hundred G stash, push a bulletproof E-Class (ehehe) I'm through with bein a player and a baller Just want me one bad bitch so I can spoil her Mase wanna be the one you respect, even when you're vexed Rock Versace silks over spilled brunette Got green never seen so you suck my jewels Clutch my uz', anything I touch I bruise Puff make his own laws, nigga fuck your rules (that's right) Goodfellas, you know you can't touch us dudes [Puff] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Puff] We're tryin, not to lose our heads, a-hah hah hah hah Verse Two: Mase Broken glass everywhere *glass shatters* if it ain't about the money, Puff, I just don't care (that's right) I'm that Goodfella fly guy, sometimes wiseguys Spend time in H-A-W-A-I-I (Mase can you please stop smoking lah lah) Puff why try I'm a thug, I'ma die high I be out in Jersey, puffin Hershey Brothers ain't worthy to rock my derby Though I'm never drugged, I'm the venom in the club, G Though I know the thug be wantin to slug me (uh-huh) Could it be I move as smoove as Bugsy (yeah) Or be at the bar with too much bubbly (c'mon) Yo I think it must be the girls want to lust me Or is it simply the girls just love me Brothers wanna: rock the Rolls, rock my clothes Rock my ice, pull out Glocks, stop my life (uhh) I'm like, Damn, how these niggaz got they trust Used to be my man, how you gonna plot on my wife Do you think you snake me, cause they hate me Or he got his Ph.D; Player Hater's Degree (Ahaha!) Chorus: Mase, Puff Daddy [Mase] Can't nobody take my pride [Puff] Uh-uh, uh-uh [Mase] Can't nobody hold me down... ohh no [Mase] I got to keep on movin Verse Three: Mase Quit that! (uh-huh) You a big cat (yeah) Where your chicks at (yeah) Where your whips at (where dey at) Wherever you get stacks, I'ma fix that Everything that's big dreams, I did that (that's right) Don't knock me cause you're boring I'm record sales soaring (*whistling*) straight touring Simply a lot of men be wantin to hear me cause their words just don't offend me (uh-uh, uh-uh) We spend cheese, in the West Indies Then come home to plenty cream Bentleys (ahehe) You name it, I could claim it Young, black, and famous, with money hangin out the anus And when you need a hit, who you go and get (who) Bet against us (Not a sure bet) We make hits that'll rearrange your whole set (that's right) and got a Benz that I ain't even drove yet [Mase] Don't push us, cause we're close to the, edge [Mase] We're tryin, not to, lose our heads, a-hah-hah-hah-hah [Mase] I get the feeling sometime, that make me wonder [Mase] Why you wanna take us under [Puff] Why you wanna take us under (repeat 2X) Chorus: repeat to fade

It's Over Now

[INTRO: AD LIBS] Yeah, I saw you up in the club, uh huh You think you was bad cause you had a Jag [CHORUS] It's over, it's over now, Move over, it's my turn now, It's over, the game's shut down, Sorry. It's over, it's over now, Move over, it's my turn now, It's over, the game's shut down, Sorry. [VERSE 1 - KURUPT] I went from canopies to boards, fans to no repoirs ( sorry) You ain't got the Bentley with four doors K-u-r-u-p-t, any, you just bring my bottle of Remy Recognize a real hit when you hear one Postin' up at the Playboy Mansion I stomp like gortex, poetical vortex Bouncin to Jigga in California CHORUS 2X [VERSE 2 - NATINA] It's the N-a-t-i, oh you know the rest Silly how frequently they contest I done toured across the seas and been across the world I done it for all y'all, my cats and my dogs It's over, 'coz I'm bad to the bone Leave a real diva to her own, alone I drive in Jaguars, so many different cars Life as a pop star, shouldn't be this hard come on CHORUS 2X [VERSE 3 - KURUPT] Suckas This is how life should be, my girl and my peeps Don't make me remind you I stays VIP Move over for all my dime piece All of my G's hustlers and pimps With shiny wrists, making money cause my turn to shine and my turn to floss Like you play the game I stomps the Billboard One thing's for sure, G's hit the door Tone and Poke know Natina does not play when she get on the mic she say what she gotta say Dr. Dre and Snoop know Kurupt is ill From East coast to West the unforgettable skills Bust from head to head, sippin' on Remy Red Running from club to club, nickels and dimes and dubs Ready to rock spots, fours and drop tops Kurupt and gangster rap Natina be running pop CHORUS 4X (AD LIBS ARE CLEAN)

Make Up In Love

Doug Stone
Bobby was a beautiful girl From a small town in a great big world Her daddy owned the corner store Off of 7th Ave. Danny-Jo just turned 19 Cigeretts rolled under his sleeve Leather jacket and his faded jeans And a bad attitude But it's hard to be tough When you're falling in love (chorus) He said: I know I'm down on my knees But I wanna be the one your only one I'm beggin' you please And I know that I don't have that much But for whatever I don't have I'll make up in love Her daddy was a simple man Raised Bobby with a real stern hand Said he never could understand Just what she saw in him After workin' at the store all day Bringin' in an honest day's pay Man you shoulda seen his face When Danny-Jo walked in Saynin' please understand With a ring in his hand (chorus) He said: I know I'm down on my knees But I wanna be the one her only one I'm beggin' you please And I know that I don't have that much But for whatever we don't have We'll make up in love (Bridge) Now he lookes back and smiles At how they walked down the isle 20 years have gone bye And he remembers it still How she bid his will With a look in her eye Now he knows she was right (chorus) When she said: Daddy, I'm down on my knees But I wanna be the one his only one I'm beggin' you please And I know that we won't have that much But for whatever we don't have We'll make up in love And for whatever they dan't have They make up in love

Twinkle Twinkle (I'm Not A Star)

DJ Jazzy Jeff The Fresh Prince "Code Red"
I'm Not A I'm Not A I'm Not A I'm Not A ---Chorus--- I'm Not A Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Come on y'all i ain't no Yes you are Up above the clouds so high No not me I'm just a regular guy Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Come on y'all I ain't no Yes you are Up above the clouds so high No not me I'm just a regular guy ---Chorus--- Star light star so bright First star that I see tonight I wish that I may, wish that I might Rip the rhyme just right Now you all know how the old story goes He went from rags to riches and changed as he goes To me that scenario doesn't apply my friend 'Cause I'm the same guy I've always been JJ FP one nine nine three M-O-V-I-E TV and CD Me and Jeff brand new on the radio Stepped on the scene and the crowd screams, There they go What? a star that's quite an analogy I don't think who we are should be described astrologically Don't judge me by my car And don't treat me any differently ---Chorus--- Let's take a trip down memory lane You know back before everybody knew my name Before all the jewellery the fame and the cheers When I was just the kid with the big old ears West Philadelphia born and raised That's the phrase that you hear on Mondays But lets get a little bit deeper than fact Back when Jeff was on the scratchback And I was on the rap I used to buy records at this audio store I barely had a dime when I walked out the door I tried to get a break but they could never seem to cut me But now I've got the money and they wanna give me stuff free That's somethin that I'll never understand Yo I can afford it give the break to the next man You say I'm a star 'cause I'm large in the land But excuse me what I do doesn't define who I am Shaq, Denzel, Quincy Jones what's the category? It's folks you look up to The thousand dollar answer is up on the board Um who is a star (Buzzer) Sorry no score people be flippin when they see me around But yo don't trip just give me a pound Step up and say hi it don't matter who you are Come on what you all starin' for? ---Chorus--- Out to see a movie chillin with my millie Actin kind of silly In downtown Phillie You wanna see a new flick i wanna see a classic So we flip a coin and we settle on Jurassic Park the only thing that counts is going to be with her Got some popcorn for the theater Everything goin' just fine Then this girl from behind recognized me in the line I turned around and I smiled and she laughed She said how you doin can i please have your autograph? I said ya and as she reached for her pen Her boyfriend said he aint nobody f him F me yo what did I do? watch your mouth man I don't even know you I'm a peaceful man real easy I said look you got a problem with me he said yeah I don't like the way you act cars and jewellery and wavin' like you all that I'm not sweatin you no matter who you are I didn't ask you to homie ---Chorus--- x2 Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Twinkle Twinkle Little Star we go we go we go a little sumthin like dis like

Jesus The Missing Years

JOHN PRINE "The Missing Years"
(spoken) Jesus.... the missing years It was raining. It was cold West Bethlehem was no place for a twelve year old So he packed his bags and he headed out To find out what the world's about He went to France. He went to Spain He found love. He found pain. He found stores so he started to shop But he had no money so he got in trouble with a cop Kids in trouble with the cops From Israel didn't have no home So he cut his hair and moved to Rome It was there he met his Irish bride And they rented a flat on the lower east side of Rome... Italy that is Music publishers, book binders, Bible belters, Money Changers, Spoon Benders and lots of pretty Italian chicks. Chorus: Charley bought some popcorn Billy bought a car Someone almost bought the farm But they didn't go that far Things shut down at midnight At least around here they do Cause we all reside down the block Inside at ....23 Skidoo. Wine was flowing so were beers So Jesus found his missing years So He went to a dance and said This don't move me He hiked up his pants and he went to a movie On his thirteenth birthday he saw Rebel without a Cause He went straight on home and invented Santa Claus Who gave him a gift and he responded in kind He gave the gift of love and went out of his mind You see him and the wife wasn't getting along So he took out his guitar and he wrote a song Called The Dove of Love Fell Off the Perch But he couldn't get divorced in the Catholic Church At least not back then anyhow Jesus was a good guy he didn't need this shit So he took a pill with a bag of peanuts and A Coca-Cola and he swallowed it. He discovered the Beatles And he recorded with the Stones Once He even opened up a three-way package In Southern California for old George Jones Repeat Chorus: The years went by like sweet little days With babies crying pork chops and beaujolais When he woke up he was seventeen The world was angry. The world was mean. Why the man down the street and the kid on the stoop All agreed that life stank. All the world smelled like poop Baby poop that is ..the worst kind So he grew his hair long and thew away his comb And headed back to Jerusalem to find Mom, Dad and home But when he got there the cupboard was bare Except for an old black man with a fishing rod He said Whatcha gonna be when you grow up? Jesus said God Oh my God, what have I gotten myself into? I'm a human corkscrew and all my wine is blood They're gonna kill me Mama. They don't like me Bud. So Jesus went to Heaven and he went there awful quick All them people killed him and he wasn't even sick So come and gather around me my contemporary peers And I'll tell you all the story of Jesus...The Missing Years Repeat Chorus: We all reside down the block Inside at ....23 Skidoo.

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