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EVE lyrics - Scorpion

Let Me Blow Ya Mind

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(feat. Gwen Stefani) [Eve] Uh, uh, uh, huh Yo, yo Drop your glasses, shake your asses Face screwed up like you having hot flashes Which one, pick one, this one, classic Red from blonde, yeah bitch I'm drastic Why this, why that, lips stop askin Listen to me baby, relax and start passin Expressway, hair back, weavin through the traffic This one strong should be labeled as a hazard Some of y'all niggas hot, sike I'm gassin Clowns I spot em and I can't stop laughin Easy come, easy go, E-V gon' be lastin Jealousy, let it go, results could be tragic Some of y'all aint writin well, too concerned with fashion None of you aint gizell, cat walk and imagine Alotta y'all Hollywood, drama, passed it Cut bitch, camera off, real shit, blast it [CHORUS: Gwen Stefani] And if I had to give you up It's only been a year Now I got my foot through the door And I aint goin nowhere It took awhile to get me in And I'm gonna take my time Now crank that good shit in your ear Now let me blow ya mind [Eve] They wanna bank up, crank up, makes me dizzy Shank up, haters wanna come after me You aint a ganster, prankster, too much to eat Snakes in my path wanna smile up at me Now while you grittin your teeth Frustration baby you gotta breathe Take alot more that you to get rid of me You see I do what they can't do, I just do me Aint no stress when it comes to stage, get what you see Meet me in the lab, pen and pad, don't believe Huh, sixteens mine, create my own lines Love for my wordplay that's hard to find Sophomore, I aint scared, one of a kind All I do is contemplate ways to make your fans mine Eyes bloodshot, stressin, chills up your spine Huh, sick to your stomach wishing I wrote your rhymes [CHORUS] [Eve] Let your bones crack Your back pop, I can't stop Excitement, glock shots from your stash box Fuck it, thugged out, I respect the cash route Locked down, blastin, sets while I mash out Yeah nigga, mash out, D-R-E Back track, think back, E-V-E Do you like that (ooooh), you got to I know you Had you in a trance first glance from the floor too Don't believe I'll show you, take you with me Turn you on, pension gone, give you relief Put your trust in a bomb when you listen to me 'Dancin much, get it all now I'm complete, uh huh Still stallion, brick house, pile it on Ryde or Die, bitch, double R, can't crawl Beware, cuz I crush anything I land on Me here, aint no mistake nigga it was planned on [CHORUS]

Throw It Up

J. COLE "The Come Up"
Yeah Yeah, uh Yea, Yea Yeah Carolina, nigga Fayettenam, nigga Yea This is for them street niggas to them deep niggas, Them politics, them geek niggas, To them freak bitches that swallow dick, it's real. Or them sheet niggas ain't proud of shit niggas, and still, Even them bleak niggas without a cent could feel. I never sleep nigga, I gotta get them mills I never cheat nigga, my heart is with the ville. When niggas greet niggas with hollow tips, but chill. You'll never reach nigga, I got an itch to kill. Word, a nigga bringing heat to the third My shit in every street, like the curb. So bitches wanna meet cause I'm deep with my words, So them niggas wanna peep like a perv, But peep game. Before they start saying "He changed," A real nigga can never forget where he came. So if I'm up in Carolina kicking deep game, Or if I'm riding through Queens like the E-train, I throw it up! Yea If you a down south nigga, throw it up, (and) If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (ay) If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (ay) If you a Fayettenam nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a ATL nigga, throw it up, New York to L.A. niggas, throw it up, Yeah, Chi town throw it up (yea) As you niggas smoking more kush, South niggas wreaking niggas, ask George Bush, Ask Bill Clinton, a nigga Will Smithin' My jeans a 'lil less baggy, money still fittin.' The streets a lil less rowdy, but they still kickin' Them Randy Johnson O.G. niggas still pitchin' And yeah, I know she got a man, but I'm still hittin' So when he be up in that shit, he be like "This feels different," No shit, throw dick like the veteran I am, I got that vitamin D, it's like medicine to them. I got her climaxing like it's never finna end, That's why she fucking me a lot better than her man. She try a new trick, she so wet a nigga swam, Like a salmon in this bitch, my dick drowning in that shit. They love a fly nigga on that frisbee shit. Plus a nigga get Gs like them Disney flicks. I throw it up! Yea If you a down south nigga, throw it up, If you an east coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a west coast nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a mid-west nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a Bull city nigga, throw it up, (yea) If you a H-town nigga, throw it up, (yea) You represent that Bay nigga, throw it up, (yea) And if you from that BK nigga, throw it up (yea) Greedy niggas want the money, so that's where my aim is, Hoe niggas love the attention, wanna be famous, Real niggas fuck the attention, they know it's dangerous, Rather make a mil' and nobody know what my name is, (uh) But that's the price when you nice with it. And them ladies gonna like cause you light-skinned, I take advantage of the situation, I'm hitting dimes from Atlanta up to Pennsylvania. They catch feelings and I switch next, "I made it clear baby, just sex, I'm too young to settle down, shorty get dressed!" Even them white girls tryna be my princess, But I only fuck with sisters like incest. I've been stressed, I'm so in-depth, I get this weight up off my chest like a bench-press, I sense death in the air, but it's nothing for me, Some niggas better be aware or meet the cousin of sleep, get it? You slow niggas still ain't felt that shit. How she gonna upgrade me dog? I built that shit. Rapping's a cash cow, finna milk that bitch, You better hit up homocide, I just killed that shit, boy! Throw it up nigga! Throw Throw it, Throw it up! Yeah!


Ah, this song is for all them bitches out there That think a nigger really supposed to pay they way through life You know, like that Scrub shit It's also dedicated to that chicken head bitch that wrote the lyrics As we proceed, to give you what you need Gettin down to my beats, as we bring the heat [Hook] Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the side Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the side [DJ Quik] This is dedicated to a bad hoe From you don't recognize? I'ma let chu know Always DJ Q-U-I-K Get in my room now and do what I say Get your ass up out of that chair Peel them clothes off layer by layer Article by Article, till I say no Leavin you over exposed like the (whooo?) There is sex in the champagne room Me and my homies gonna run a damn train soon Foursome goin down, Oh my gosh Y'all get posh I'll just watch Talk about the hoes, well I didn't wanna do it But now I gotta put y'all back into it Your nothin' meaningful(No) What you screamin' fo?(hm?) Really as if you didn't know Chorus: The Sexuality is(You know the trouble I get you in) The reason you got the kids(They got a whole lotta jokers too) There's somethin' else that you do (You know, when you put that little twist on it) That make the niggas wanna fuck you [DJ Quik] You say you need a side job, make an extra knot(Money) Clubbin at the jet strip horny niggas stop(Funny) Hop stop it, drop it like it's hot Get burned then you gotta go in and get a shot Lookin' for a husband and lickin on your tity Fuckin' each and every other nigga in the city How the hell you think your boyfriend gon take it You hear a fast song, Get up and get naked Selling you a nice drink while you eat it up Negotiate with you for a minute then beat it up Underground laws the rules still apply Mackin' is an art reserved for the fly She don't know why you tryin' to harm her(Dumb) Lookin' for a dick in shinin' armor Yellin' Save me. Save me. with dick on your breath Bitch either get dropped or get left Chorus: The Sexuality is(You know the way you keep grinding on niggas) The reason you got the kids(And you bound to have a couple more) There's somethin' else that you do(You know when you pop that thang) That make the niggas wanna fuck you(And the girls do to) Hook 3x [DJ Quik] Oh with out a doubt she lives to cum I'ma be mad if she gives you some?(No) Dude you could have this trashy bitch Put a down payment on her make me rich(Bling) Thank you for helping me to change my mind You're not my equal, hoe fuck yo' kind Can't get mad if the bus don't come I'ma just bail cus I trust no one Cus everything that come up out your is a lie You spend a lot of time with your stomach to the sky(Ho) Lookin for a nut wit a nut comin' out a nut Gotta nutty broke nigga sprung with her sorry butt Bitch, you just been warned Another Suga Free has just been born And I bet you couldn't keep your pussy ol' shut With a pair of grippliers Bitch you tired Chorus: The Sexuality is(You know when you take yourself out there) The reason you got the kids(And you bound to have a couple more) There's somethin' else that you do (You know when you put it up for sale) That make the niggas wanna fuck you (Talk about buy one and get one free) The Sexuality is(You aint nuttin but a Goddamn ride) The reason you got the kids(And you look like you rent it often) There's somethin' else that you do (Oh your mama need her ass whooped) That make the niggas wanna fuck you (Don't sing it though, she's just as bad, ol' tryflin' bitch)

Feel Your Pain

BENZINO "Benzino Project"
(feat. Outlawz) [Napoleon (Benzino)] Don't worry soulja (Made Men, Outlawz) Yo, pain ain't nuthin but a part of the game They got us real fucked up Ain't nuthin but a part of the game, deal wit it [Napoleon] Life -- is a hustle, I got my .45 waitin to bubble I lost a lot of my loved ones to the struggle It's like I'm holdin back my breath through a muzzle It's like I got one more piece to complete the puzzle You only got one chance cuz I don't love you And I'll be boned if I cock back and slug you For all my dead niggas, that's above you It's like a feud, my family ain't around they done And if I lose one more soulja I'ma drown someone Who Makaveli I give you eight to ya belly For Killa Khadafi, please tell the cops to stop me My brother Seeky, I'ma ride all night for ya And do the same for Gustafa and Big Mike soulja This to my main man comin from a Made nigga I feel your pain, hold ya head, let's get paid nigga [Benzino] Yo hear my number Polly, call me And anytime you wanna talk about the situation, involve me I understand just what your goin through I lost niggas too.. I shed tears too.. I can't cry no more, yo Tony what'chu die for Three strike 915 is what I ride for You and Roc hold it down, we aight (we aight) We with the Outlawz, sippin Henny all night Been goin through that shit since day one I think I live this long, cuz I live by the gun But that's the question, I know my life is dee-per so feel me Cheated death many times when niggas tryed to kill me [Chorus - Young Noble] I feel yo' pain! - Sick torment 'til he's guarded Keep us caged like dogs, go to shit in the yard I feel yo' pain! - Drownin in the rain and shit The only thing that's fucked up, we can't change this shit I feel yo' pain! - Nigga yo I'm just like them When I was broke on the block I had clips like them I feel yo' pain! - Speak it to ya straight from the heart No matter what you come across you gotta live, get lost [Kastro] Ain't nothin to fear in this love affair, when shared with the streets I'm in deep losin all kinds of sleep Ain't no love, so my eyes don't blink And I'm so shell-shocked I need to see a shrink It stink, stinks so much I can't think And when it hurts too bad, I numb it up with a drink And chase my liqour with a bad temper Too fuckin blind for the big picture Losin my mind, it's just a sign of the times, and when my loved ones go, part of my insides dying wit 'em Shit, ain't nobody to blame, can't nobody complain Can you feel my pain [E.D.I.] Would you look into my world and tell me what you see now Nothing but emptiness, God replinish this Fuckin with Devils shit I'm tryna stay righteous Losin my love I ain't felt pain like this Start of this motherfuckin game wasn't nice shit I fuck around lost the one thing priceless Cars and broads won't do, dawg'll slice shit I'm just passin the time until my number hit Fuck it I'll run wit it, until I feel I'm done wit it Stack up the ones and let my sons come up rich Clutchin a piece of the past, I move on Using this pain to keep a nigga strong [Chorus - Young Noble 2x] I feel it...

This Is How We Roll

JOHN CENA "You Can't See Me"
[Chorus: repeat 2X] Wheels is shinin.. deals we signin.. money's pilin.. Low, this is how we roll [John Cena] Catch me in the black 'llac truck with the pickup back The game weak, I'ma pick up slack Hands high like a stick-up jack, fuck your boring rap This East to West coast hittin like Warren Sapp I'm fully focused, I walk with a purpose Y'all are fuckin clowns, you belong in a circus This is big bid'ness, we don't stop 'til the money home Block shakin more buzz than a honeycomb And I'm a savage in the booth I'm on some movement shit, about to rally up the youth Number one seed daddy walkin through the playoffs You better quit rappin 'fore I start makin layoffs Fuck a day off, I'm movin heavy for the payoff You don't ride to this? We don't need you, stay off Hate on this? I don't care what you said Y'all can choke on a shit sandwich with no bread [Chorus] [Tha Trademarc] I don't smile as such, buddy, ain't much funny You touchy girlie rappers claimin that you fuckin gully I live poor but look rich, I hit raw, you look bitch You love me, that's why you got your style from me Most sayin Marc Predka's overconfident It's only cause they jeally that my profile is prominent The dominant factor is the money I'm after Your opinion ain't mean shit buddy - I ain't ask ya It's gon' be what it's gon' be It is what it is and was what it was so watch ya wordplay Trademarc lay you where the buzzards and birds play I write rhymes 'til ya boy is heard mayne Cause alls I got, is my voice and word Sophisticated rapper the dapper lover the don It's on baby pah yeah word is bond Cut the check and I'll rock, every word of the song - what now? [Chorus] [John Cena] Yeah, yeah... yeah I got that velcro flow, I'll make you stick to this So many zeroes, my monetary is ridiculous A glass of Chardonnay doesn't whine like you I'm an Altered Beast with Einstein's IQ Plus I shine bright too and I ride right through In a leaned out, old school, skylight blue I don't think there's a player nice Keep your Cristal, I'm shoot Jagermeister Foot to the floor and you ain't you keep the pace Throw me a whore and call me Kobe cause you know that I'ma beat the case I buy some land, and never even see the place Vegeterian chicks, go on givin meat a taste Throw away money like I hate on loot Copped your CD it sounds great on mute Words turn 'em to dust makin MC's disintergrate My name get traffic like the California interstate, what? [Chorus]

How Many Wanna

JA RULE "Pain Is Love"
[Intro] Yo, yo, uh Ja Rule, heh, Murder Inc. Come on, come on Yo. yo 1 - I'mma ride to the end of the road baby This life will drive me crazy Be gettin' right lately On the real, will it overtake me? Where all my gangsta's at? (Yeah) Where all my ladies at? (Ahhh) Never gon' see life without the Lord, they say What's a thug to do but kneel down and pray Lord, forgive me They're lookin' down on it Sometimes I feel I need out of it Spin me 'round one time Close my eyes, then sleep Want some Ja, baby? I deserve all this World, get off of me Playa skip that jive, what it sound like? Mad playas gettin' at Ja, don't even sound right Like, now you caught in that whiplash, ? open eyed You're all welcome, and you know you wanna live my life May God help you Am I possessed by my sacrifice? Women and ice got me lovin' evil paradise You feel me? Repeat 1 My life is caught up in that madness But I do deal with it If the blood's your heart, live it Baby, don't die wit it Have to judge my soul (uh) Trippin' outta control Smashed up on the freeway Gotta be ?, give me leave-way Slidin' back into low, murderers don't fold Any action need to be shown? There we go, wrapped and sold Always rap in front of my foes I keep playas on they toes Women know ?who get jacked doe? Playas know to get that dough We that heat, can't be froze We that burnin' ? you ? We them ones, destroyed your shows We that platinum, not that gold We them thugs, just too much We them thugs you just can't touch Y'all don't wanna deal with us We them thugs, murderers Repeat 1 Repeat 1 2 - How many wanna die wit me? (7x) How many wanna die wit me, die wit me? Can't ya see they all wanna off my life If you had your way, I would be dead, off side What a shame, so now my love is high People hatin' on Ja, ain't even half his size Hey, you feel me? Make me wanna get too close, it ain't no joke I'm blown away, like bad, yo You ain't know? Ja Rule's the one, baby ? always be played with Mess with me, get dealt with Murder Inc., the clique baby You feel me? Repeat 1 Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Repeat 2

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