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BOYZ II MEN lyrics - Legacy: Greatest Hits Collection

Motownphilly

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(It don't matter, just don't curse) [Michael Bivins] Yo fellas, y'all ready to do this? [Boyz II Men] Yeah, wassup Boyz II Men in affect Yeah, and it's about time Yo, let's switch this up Boyz II Men Boyz II Men Boyz II Men Boyz II Men 1 - Motownphilly back again Doin' a little eastcoast swang Boyz II Men, on the way now Not too hard, not too soft [Shawn] It's long overdue and now, Philly is slammin' (Everybody it's) Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD The eastcoast family Never skipped a beat, while coolin' on South Street Jet black Benz, plenty of friends (And all the Philly steaks you can eat) [Wanya] 2 - Back in school, we used to dream about this everyday Could it really happen, or do dreams just fade away, yeah Now everybody is singin' now, it's in this town, woo ooh So we started a group and here we are Kickin' it just for you, oh Repeat 1 [Michael Bivins] Yo, these four new jacks is real smooth on the harmony tip Nate, Mike, Shawn and Wan You know the mentality Keep spittin' the gift [Nathan] The spotlight is on us now, watch us do this Da dop.. Baa-da-dop.. Ba dop dop dop dop Live and direct from Philly town (Rappin' hype and we can get down) We are ready to roll So now the world will know that we roll Repeat 2 Repeat 1 (Everybody it's) Boyz II Men (Everybody it's) Boyz II Men (Everybody it's) Boyz II Men (Everybody it's) Boyz II Men (Everybody it's) Boyz II Men (Everybody it's) Boyz II Men Everybody is singin' now, it's in this town, woo ooh [Michael Bivins] Now check this out, one day back in Philly Four guys wanted to sing They came up to me, I said 'but what's your name?' (Boyz II Men!) Hey, ya know what I'm sayin'? Then I said, 'aiight fellas, well let me see what you can do' And then the smiling one named Wanya said 'yo Mike, check this out See if this one moves you' [Boyz II Men] Doom doom doom da dop Doom doom doom da dop Da ya ya ya dop, da dop, da oh oh oh Doom doom doom da dop Doom doom doom da dop Da ya ya ya dop, da dop, da oh oh oh Repeat 1 Boyz II Men Boyz II Men Boyz II Men Boyz II Men Boyz, Boyz, Boyz Boyz II Men, ABC, BBD (Mm-hmm)

Mo Money Mo Problems

P. DIDDY
Verse One: Mase Now, who's hot who not Tell me who rock who sell out in the stores You tell me who flopped who copped the blue drop Who jewels got robbed who's mostly Goldie down to the tube sock, the same ol pimp Mase, you know ain't nuttin change but my limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't play around it's a bet lay it down nigga didn't know me ninety-one bet they know me now I'm the young Harlem nigga with the Goldie sound Can't no Ph.D. niggaz hold me down, Cooter schooled me to the game, now I know my duty Stay humble stay low blow like Hootie True pimp niggaz spend no dough on the booty And then ya yell there go Mase there go your cutie *singers come in over this last line* I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 2X) Verse Two: Puff Daddy Yeah yeah, ahaha, from the D-to-the-A-to-the-D-D-Y know you'd rather see me die than to see me fly I call all the shots Rip all the spots, rock all the rocks Cop all the drops, I know you thinkin now's when all the ballin stops, nigga never home gotta call me on the yacht Ten years from now we'll still be on top Yo, I thought I told you that we won't stop Now whatcha gonna do when it's cool bag a money much longer than yours and a team much stronger than yours, violate me this'll be your day, we don't play Mess around be D.O.A., be on your way Cause it ain't enough time here, ain't enough lime here for you to shine here, deal with many women but treat dimes fair, and I'm bigger than the city lights down in Times Square Yeah, yeah yeah I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see repeat 2X) Verse Three: Notorious B.I.G. Uhh, uhhh B.I.G., P-O, P-P-A No info, for the, DEA Federal agents mad cause I'm flagrant Tap my cell, and the phone in the basement My team supreme, stay clean Triple beam lyrical dream, I be that cat you see at all events bent Gats in holsters girls on shoulders Playboy, I told ya, bein mice to me Bruise too much, I lose, too much Step on stage the girls boo too much I guess it's cause you run with lame dudes too much Me lose my touch, never that If I did, ain't no problem to get the gat Where the true players at? Throw your Rollies in the sky Wave em side to side and keep your hands high While I give your girl the eye, player please Lyrically, niggaz see, B.I.G. be flossin jig on the cover of Fortune Five double oh, here's my phone number Your man ain't got to know, I got to go Got the flow down pizat, platinum plus Like thizat, dangerous on trizack, leave your ass blizzack I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see repeat 3X) What's goin on? What's goin on? I don't know what, they want from me It's like the more money we come across The more problems we see (repeat 3X to fade)

White Boyz

Snoop Doggy Dog
From Whiteboys soundtrack [Snoop Dogg] Yeah wassup my nigga? I'm sittin here chillin with my nigga Kurupt and we sayin I mean it ain't no hard motherfuckin whiteboys in the rap game dog You know? No disrespect (that's right) That nigga Slim Shady is tight than a muh'fucka though (yeah that's true) But we want a nigga to come with some GANGSTA shit You feel me? [T-Bo] I went from rags to riches, to hittin these hoes and switches Duckin snitches, and these money hungry bitches So you want a dollar? Well baby I can't holla You ain't gettin shit, from the break a bitch scowlin scowlin Not even a penny, homegirl you ain't gettin any Oh by the way... you're too fuckin skinny Why don't you go weep, and wash your stankin ass feet while my vogues burn, up and down the street Eatin steak and shrimp, got my name on a blimp Walk with a limp, cause I'm a motherfuckin pimp My diamonds is blindin yeah candy paint out shinin Got yo' bitch chasin me, while yo' old lady two-timin Whether you mobbin in buckets, or roll in a Benz Keep yo' eyes on yo' enemies, seperate yo' foes from yo' friends Fuckin models, drinkin Alize by the bottles Eleven hundred ??, and my hand's on the throttle Chorus: Snoop Dogg (paraphrasing Masta Ase 'Jeep Ass Niguh') 2X White boy, white boy, turn that shit down You know that America ain't ready for the sound from dem white boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz) White boyz.. (white boyz) white boyz.. (white boyz) [Snoop Dogg] I'm high 'n a motherfucker, perv on the curve Fuckin with this white boy, slangin my herb D.P.G. to the fullest young cuz My homeboy Ricky said, 'Show me some love!' He got the club with this fool named T-Bo From the Dirty South, gold's in his mouth, my peoples All of my homies from the L.B.C. All my white homies who smoke with me Sell me bud on the weekdays cause this shit's for y'all, from me and my doggz If you don't know you do know T-Bo my new dog Fuck what you goin through, we bout to fuck it up y'all Chorus: T-Bo says first line with Snoop (1X only) [T-Bo] You know who I wanna be, that white boy, that everybody talk about The one that's tearin up shows, fuckin these hoes, representin the South Eyes bare-ly open, laid back in the Cadillac tokin Them hoes talkin bout ridin with me and Snoop the bitches must be jokin Toke smoke, up the block and glock stay cocked so you must get busted And my city's hotter than a corner full of hustlers Twelve slappin, trunk rattlin, and when you yappin we in a gun battle When you talkin the talk, we walkin the walk So stay in yo' house when after dark We bark and we bite, ?? Knuckle up in the club to push and shove til everybody starts to fightin You might think the shit's funny, but fool we ain't actin You bout that yappin? We bout that action and scratchin Playin for keeps, screamin take it to the streets Camouflaged down, with them soles on my feet And up in the club, thugs push and they shove And you won't know who's a killer, so you betta watch who you mug [Snoop Dogg] Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right Bitch get your mind right, get your mind right Yeah, white boyz up in the motherfucker My nigga T-Bo! Chorus [Snoop Dogg] Yeah that shit funky dog That's what I'm talkin bout My nigga T-Bo, Dirty South all up in this bitch (We No Limit Soldiers, we No Limit Soldiers) Yeah, Dogghouse Production Dogghouse wreckin, bow wow (white white white white white boyz) That's how we doin it for the nine-nine White boyz, yeah we fuckin with whiteboys in ninety-nine cause they fuckin with us It's a game of death Chorus

Loverboy (Remix)

MARIAH CAREY "Disc 2"
Yeah (Yeah oh) Mariah and Cameo sitting in a tree K-I-S-S-I-N-G uh-huh, uh-huh baby uh-huh, uh-huh baby (oh) uh-huh, uh-huh baby Whoo! *[I wanna, I wanna I wanna, I wanna I need a, I need a I need a, I need a I love a, love a I love a, love a A lover, a lover A lover, a loverboy] Maybe its the glitter on her breast Or the gloss on her lips? Hickeys on the chest Or the toss of the hips? I'm lost in the mix So I floss in the six Turning out the hits So I'm exhausted as shit Now baby it's the mo' paper, dough chaser Now get it right, would ya heartbreaker? I keep it tight but I'm no faker You can laugh now but you'll cry later I think I like you in ya freak clothes Freak thongs at my specialized peep shows And then I'll make ya touch your knees to your elbows Toes curl from Beat Street to Melrose, the whole world It's cool Cause See I like it when we smoked out, choked out Who's a freak bitch? (No doubt) You kind of got me like a fiend When you call out Now get your boys for my girls We can roll out Roll, roll out I got myself a lover Who knows what I like When he invites me over I come every time And when my sugar daddy Takes me for a ride Whatever way we go It's delivered on time (Repeat * in background) He's all mine And his loving makes me high Like a taste of ecstasy All I need is him to be my loverboy **[Loverboy Come on and love me Give me more Touch me and touch me I enjoy the way you rock me all night long Loverboy Come on and take me Only you know how to make me Shudder with anticipation All night long] I got myself a lover And he's so sublime It's quite a bit of heaven To feel him inside Cause when my sugar daddy Takes me for a ride Whatever way we go It's delirium time (Repeat * in background) I get weak When he's gettin' extra sweet When he caressed my whole body All I need is him to be my loverboy Repeat ** Come on, yeah, uh Poor little, kind of innocent A vision of love You adore me, even though my image is thug What I see in you is for my eyes only to see I bring out the freak in you Up and down on me I'm your lovergirl Me your loverboy But when we home alone We become touch toys, making noise Can't avoid The way I throw that, cat Pop back, drop Stop, watch, Brat-tat Get ya more rock, harder All of the things that you wanna do to me You oughtta We can get obscene My parina and your ding-a-ling Mingle bother me not When the sensation come out Well come over, I'll make you scream Uh huh uh huh baby Feel me, when I pump, pu-pump lady Behind me we can be close like family You're so sweet you taste like all types of candy From Starburst to jellybeans Banana split my dairy queen Butterfinger my tangerines Chickens only taste my Loverboy in they dreams Yeah all my ladies Let me hear you scream Hate on me as much as you want to You can't do what the fuck I do Bitches be emulating me daily Hate on me as much as you want to You can't be who the fuck I be Bitches be imitating me baby Repeat ** (fade out)

Yeah Yeah You Know It

ERICK SERMON
Artist: Keith Murray f/ Erick Sermon, Redman Album: Yeah Yeah You Know It 12 Song: Yeah Yeah You Know It [Keith Murray] Just blaze, you son-of-a-gun { Uh-huh, uh-huh - repeat 13X over chorus} Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it [Chorus] we do dis' like we want to and don't give fuck Yeah yeah you know it, ain't scared to show it [Verse 1: Keith Murray] Lights, camera, action you're on Excuse me Murray, but your ah ah ah on I spit the (ha ha ha ha ha) word bond cuz cats out here dont be sayin' jack bone I get raw and explicit when I spit it on the mic Old folks say that boy need the lord in his life Nigga, think you can phase me??? but nigga, you must be crazy!!! It go està loco, dame un beso Dominican girls, them call us negro I short pony, short camel toe the reason why man, I dont know no matter where I go, here I go, there I go I'm propa And keep shit poppin' like orville redenbacher more freaky-deaky wit' the speachy I stay off the meat rag boy (exactly) [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 2: Erick Sermon] Seromon, bless a flow you know Hod sent me Time is money, and my time cost like a Bentley I'm dope (oh yeah you know it) got a infared beam (ain't scared to show it) Peep it, check my movement this here feel rite (how???) Check his cap make sure his pill rite (boy) You a fake thug wit' a deal The only gang you represent is sugar Hill You cats is kittens boy drink this milk Put down that Hennessy son ya killin' me Dub, I snatch the corn from the children stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin' (Stop he's killin' him somebody call the cops!!!) Yeah call 911, and watch no one come That's to show how nice I am The fifth group Russell signed to Def Jam [Chorus] - repeat 2X [Verse 3: Redman] Im the bed I'm the marathon man, redman Hittin' more walls than aerasol cans, don't I??? (Yeah Yeah you know it) And when I fuck??? (Ain't scared to show it) And when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city There's an outbreak in ya outta state committee You seen it (yeah yeah you know it) And if you got it??? (ain't scared to show it) You want the bad guy - here I am I got them hoes on gilla-cam Throwin' the drawers in the ceilin' fan You as small as a kilogram I'm a plane ridin' over colombia, ya middle man I'm the boss Doc-ta Binaca Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day When I stomp Mc's out I yell Annie Mae??? Whether I'm hot or not, pidgeons gon' flock They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool [Chorus] - repeat to fade

Them Boyz

SILKK THE SHOCKER "My World, My Way"
(feat. Mystikal) [S] Ohhhhhh [M] UH-OHH! [S] Uh-huh, y'all ready [M] [door open sound] [S] Uh-huh, I don't think so [M] This.. is.. Mystikal! [S] Uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah c'mon [M] The burnin inferno! [S] Uh-huh [M] Here poppin with the Colonel; Master P! [S] Shocker! [M] At ease soldier [S] One-two.. [can't make out].. soldiers! [Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk] [M] When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4 You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [S] When you see the tank swingin You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [M] When you hear them choppers cuttin You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [S] When you see that 5-0-4 You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [Mystikal] I keep my motherfuckin fists balled up In case a motherfucker tryin to start somethin You done did a little ginseng gotcha little dick hard Now you like Hoffa Think you gon' jump in the ring Go pound for pound with the knockout kings No shit like that ain't gonna happen Them niggaz down here can't touch what I bring First time you heard the do' open and you heard that [open sound] you know that's me And you bust ya rap Hit the mat you'll be on your back like one, two, three Them niggaz know I come off the top rope Leave you knocked out with you mouth open And they gon' have to take your ass home Leave you in a hot tub soakin BALLS BANGIN! You know ours swingin I aint got to tell you nigga Don't bother to go there you don't know who you fuckin with I'm the flow-spitter, natural born go-getter This is for the hustlers, ballers, cake dealers [Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk] [M] When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4 You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [S] And when you see them tanks swingin You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [M] When you hear them choppers cuttin You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [S] And when you see them bandanas You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [Silkk] Uh-ohh, look It's only right, it's on tonight When I'm on the MIC; they know when to fight When I drop, they known to bite .. uh-huh, this is freestyle but look Y'all can just go on and write This is 504 livin, y'all know what it's like That's them boyz, you see us roll up on them bikes Chop-chop, just, like it was timber We make it hot like July or either cold like December (Ohhhh) Ain't my fault, I'm hot and I can still spit it this cool Ain't my fault your girl tatted my name, get it removed If you lookin.. then you know we ain't duckin You know my face it ain't like my tank gon' be tucked in [Chorus: Mystikal + Silkk] [M] When you see that 5 and that 0 and that 4 You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [S] When you see them tanks swingin You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [M] When you hear them choppers cuttin You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [S] When you see that 5-0-4 You know that's them boyz (that's them boyz) [Silkk] When you see us in the East (that's them boyz) When you see us in the West (that's them boyz) When you see us in the South (that's them boyz) When you see us in the North (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz) When we deep up in the streets Want y'all to say (that's them boyz) (that's them boyz) Can somebody tell 'em, I was only kidding I was only kidding!

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