JAGGED EDGE lyrics - Jagged Edge

Get A Lil' Bit Of This

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I ain't tryin to be funny baby But don't get too close ya know what I mean I'm nice with it [Chorus:] If you get a lil bit of this Yeah Then you just might trip Yeah I can see her callin me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit Yeah, JE y'all Don't make me make you lose your composure Cause I'm good with this Oh I can see her callin me late at night talking bout how I need that hit That's if you get it, get a lil bit of this [Verse 1:] Don't mean to be (?) But when I sling it down I can go around for rounds All the things that I do they might make you crazy You'll be wondering how How its early in the day and you wantin me Straight home from the job still wantin it Been caught up since she got up, when you got up out my bed Don't worry you won't lose your spot now [Hook:] The way you drop it down The way you do The way you turn around Baby that's a fool Body so hot But shes so cool She make me forget when I'm out with my crew If you get a lil bit of this [Chorus:] If you get a lil bit of this Yeah Then you just might trip Yeah I can see her callin me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit Don't make me make you lose your composure Cause I'm good with this Oh I can see her callin me late at night talking bout how I need that hit That's if you get it, get a lil bit of this [Verse 2:] (?) As soon as I touch down You'll be waiting there on me Things I do to your body Might be illegal In like 10 other cities Way I get you from behind you be lovin it Outside, in the car straight thuggin it You can look all over but you'll never find this You better appreciate now [Hook:] The way you drop it down The way you do The way you turn around Baby that's a fool Body so hot But shes so cool She make me forget when I'm out with my crew If you get a lil bit of this [Chorus:] If you get a lil bit of this Yeah Then you just might trip (you just might trip) Yeah I can see her callin me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit Don't make me make you lose your composure (baby) Cause I'm good with this (see I try to tell you) Oh I can see her callin me late at night talking bout how I need that hit That's if you get it, get a lil bit of this [Verse 3:] All the things we do It should be a law against me and you ...your good ass, too (?) Everybody mad they want something this true (true) Somebody got my heart Shine better than the 22s on my car I can see us takin this so far I can tell you if you get a lil bit... [Chorus:] If you get a lil bit of this Yeah Then you just might trip (you just might trip) Yeah I can see her callin me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit Don't make me make you lose your composure (baby) Cause I'm good with this (baby what it do) Oh (baby) I can see her callin me late at night talking bout how I need that hit That's if you get it, get a lil bit of this [Rap:] Get a lil bit of this Cause I got a whole lot to give The same thing black T-let the chain hang East Side niggas all in the same game I only -- with real niggas like Sos and Duke (?) Young Jig, Young Jeezy, knock ball on truth My nigga L, Lil Wheel, JE baby Got the club crazy Can't forget my nigga Larry (?) South side family represent on that Oh, go my brother Wingo Keely Keel from the Vill Oozy from Ben Hill Grand hustle hold it down, bank hand (?) Known most of these niggas since they was wetting the bed So that's a lil bit of history you can check me out But since demo we been makin them hoes hot I been comin through, I been sweatin that spot [Chorus:] If you get a lil bit of this Yeah Then you just might trip (you just might trip) Yeah I can see her callin me late at night talking bout boy I need that hit Don't make me make you lose your composure (baby) Cause I'm good with this (see I try to tell you) Oh I can see her callin me late at night talking bout how I need that hit That's if you get it, get a lil bit of this

I Know What She Like

JLS "Outta This World"
I know what she like, movies on a late night My baby and me, always feels so right I know what she like She's my queen, got the keys to my kingdom She can have it all, everything and then some I know what she like It's not about the Louis or the Prada, she don't even bother She can have it all but doesn't need it She likes the flowers and the love notes, simple and beautiful She ain't bout material, believe it She likes a home cooked meal after her 9-5 Kick back, relax, take her for a drive We can cruise to the city, me and my baby I know what she like I know what she like, movies on a late night My baby and me, always feels so right I know what she like She's my queen, got the keys to my kingdom She can have it all, everything and then some I know what she like It's not about the shine of the diamonds, she don't even buy them She can have it all but doesn't need it She likes a kiss in the morning, a call when she's lonely She ain't bout material, believe it She likes a walk on the beach on a sunny day And a nice hot drink in a small cafe We stroll down the broadway me and my shorty I know what she like If you want a guy that be treating you right That's gonna give you every little thing that you like Let me hear you say yeah If you want somebody that'll be by your side Someone that'll give you that kiss goodnight Let me hear you say yeah

That Shit - Jd, A Tribe Called Quest

Funkmaster Flex "The Mix Tape, Vol. 3: 60 Minutes of Funk, The Final Chapter"
Intro: Q-Tip (Harmonizing like scat) Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do do, Do do, do do do do, do do, do do do do Tip: Yo what's ya name hop? JD: It's JD Tip: And what's the name of ya crew? JD: It's SV Tip: Yeah, that's Bah-tier and that nigga JD: T3 Tip: Ey yo, tell me where you from JD: I'm from the D y'all JD: Ha ha, I'm from the, D D, Duh Duh Duh D Duh D, D Duh Duh Duh D y'all, I'm from the, D D D, Duh Duh Duh D Duh D, D D Duh Duh D y'all, Verse 1: JD And this goes out to everybody who doubts, runnin' ya mouth, And don't know what you talkin' 'bout, You ain't familiar wit' the D, don't go that route, Just keep ya hand on ya toolie if ya walkin' 'bout, It's all live now, And for the greatest amount, But make the ladies say ho, and the ho's say oww, and the owls say whoot da whoot, Turnin' it out, It's SV still on a quest baby knockin' you out, It's like dat, Q-Tip (harmonizing): Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do do, Do do, do do do do, do do, do do do do Phife: And who are you? Tip: The abstract Phife: Ali is here and JD Tip: Yeah, he did the track Phife: Now would you say that it's tight? Tip: It's type phat Phife: And what we want y'all to do is Tip: Is come react Phife: 'Cause we do it all Tip: All night night, night night night night we do it all, all all all night y'all We do it, all night, night night night night we do it, all all all night y'all Verse 2: Q-Tip Word up, It's The Love Movement, it's all love cause we make ma-fuckas be fond of us,(us us) We like the ladies, intelligent ones but when the lights go out it's time to fondle us, (us us) It's apprehension, when playin' ya joint cause JD makes it sound so marvelous, (us us) If you beefin', then settle ya soul while we make all of y'all just bond wit' us Got your work on you, you better put it away police be lookin' for the vandlous, (us us) JD from the DSV family Phife these jokers can't handle us, (us us) Tip (Harmonizing until Flex mixes in Erykah Badu) Do do do, do do do, do do do, do do do do, Do do, do do do do, do do, do do do do

Cafe Society

AL STEWART "Russians & Americans"
Late at night When reality's failing and nothing is prevailing but the wind, I come to you Out of sight Like a fugitive trailing across a barren land, you let me in, you always do. My reason is caught by a sudden gust of lateral thought that sweeps me far beyond It's the opium of the night And the ocean of words that we throw in the air grow more absurd and nobody seems to care It's a refugee's respite. Café Society. Late at night (late at night) While the city lies sleeping and solitude is keeping me awake, I think of you Dim your lights (dim your lights) Oh, I want to sink deep in that river of oblivion you make, I need it too. Let me check-in my mind with my coat at the door ‘cause I want to go flying where I've never been before Some inviting dark ravine If the hand that you hold in the dead of the night is a little too cold, the body seems just right It's a Toulouse Lautrec scene. Café Society. (‘Excuse me, sir, are you a member?’)

A Million Lives

JAKE MILLER "The Road Less Traveled"
[Verse 1:] The other day I got an email, I almost didn't read it But something caught my eye right before I could delete it It was bold and underlined, "Please Read" was the title Followed by "Jake you are my idol" It said and I quote, my name is Nikki and I used to be dancer Til the day the doctor diagnosed me with cancer So I said goodbye to all the hair on head And said hello to my hospital bed Yeah see I was just a normal girl, it happened so fast There were so many days that I thought would be my last However the fight was tough, and the battle was long But I felt strong when I listened to your songs You were, always there for me, you helped my heart beat You were my only friend, kept you on repeat I thank God for you every single night Cause believe or not, you saved my life [Hook:] I've met a million people, been a million places Shook a million hands, seen a million faces I've had a million lows, and a million more highs No I havent made a million, but I've touched a million lives I've met a million people, been a million places Shook a million hands, seen a million faces I've had a million lows, and a million more highs No I havent made a million, but I, but I [Verse 2:] Yeah the mailman knocked said it was for me Handed me a box, sent from tennessee Written on the top "for jakes eyes only" Inside was a journal and letter that he wrote me It said my name is dillon I'm in 7th grade I'm ridiculed and picked on almost everyday Yeah they push me in the halls in between my classes Yesterday they took my books then broke my glasses I got no one to talk to, it's like I don't exsist Sometimes I wonder if I was gone, would I be missed? But lemme tell the real reason for this letter You've helped me through it all, you've help me feel better You're words gimme confidence, your messages inspire me You help me find my inner strength deep inside me Through all the bad times, you helped me find the light Believe or not, you saved my life [Hook] [Verse 3:] I was sittin at my table at dinner the other night When I noticed a little girl sittin to my right She was lookin at me like she knew me, I guess she did Cause then she walked right up to, and then she said My name is sami and I swear that I'm your biggest fan I think she even had my name written on her hand She said me my brother used to listen to you every day Until last year, when he passed away I'll never forget seein my parents cry When they got a call sayin that your son had died Man I wish that he was here now, you were his favorite He had your mixtape and never stopped playin it Your music gives me a feelin that I just can't desrcribe It's like I got my brother back, and hes still alive I pray for both of you, every single night Cause believe or not, you saved my life [Hook] Now lemme turn the table, and talk to you I had a dream but your the reason that it's comin true Yeah I've had some dark days, when the sun don't shine But you always reminded me that I would be fine Cause when no else cared, you believed in my vision And now I got an army comin with me on my mission I thank God for all you, every single night Cause believe or not, you saved my life

Bout My Business

JA RULE "R.U.L.E."
[Caddillac Tah] Yeah.. Yeah, yeah, yo I got a knack for pushin crack, and cookin raw coke Fresh off the boat, no vest but I tote, and wear it like a coat I'm starin through the scope, with one eye open and one shut Zero in on the target, spark him and watch his head bust Ain't shit to discuss, unless it's moneybags or the SK-8, drop Jag with funny tags Homey laugh now but die later when the lead dump And double barrel slugs like Elmer Fudd, I'm handsome [Black Child] Some of your favorite rappers is flamin, I'm bangin things at them They claim they gangster, lettin mens give brains to them I aim the stainless, let the games begin Bang bang dangerous, my gun gang famous My hoes don't speak english, catch 'em at the foreign money exchange New Armani leather in the Range When you see my gang, tuck in your chain We stuck in the game, we fuckin the same, bang! [Chorus: INC] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (bang!) [B.C.] Shout out my niggaz en route to riches (bang!) [B.C.] I doubt we different, hustlers pitchin (bang!) [B.C.] And we all gon' get away, all my niggaz say [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business (yeah!) [B.C.] Whatta, bout my bitches who mouth is ridiculous (yeah!) [B.C.] Gettin money and nigga it's insignificant (yeah! what?) [B.C.] Always get your pay, I love it when I hear 'em say [Black Child] It's back to business, stackin riches If you, act suspicious, it's a Wrap like Reynolds Black Continental, mac outta the window Black's out of his mental, I black out with pistols It ain't confidential, all the shit I been through Now I'm gettin money and a mill' is essential Bang bang, nigga, 'til the day we die A tooth for a tooth and a eye for a eye [Caddillac Tah] Nigga you know it's, business befo' pleasure, money over chicks Dummies in the clip, nickel on my hip patrollin through the strip Bet a stack, head crack, no rollin to the six Scoop up my chips, then I split, with my beautiful bitch Like Jada Pinkett Smith, for that paper I leave stinkin and stiff Your pinky and wrist, and your necklace Get removed nigga, my wolves is playin hardball Leavin him bloody like a Pelican Bay yard brawl [Chorus] [Ja Rule] Who wanna know why I got so much beef with so many rappers? Drama, it's the INC redrum spun backwards Karma, is a muh'fucker watch your actions Cause the clip to the max slips in bananas I catch fire like matches {*whew*} then blow out And the flyest crews goin the fastest Pull up to the hottest club in New York, with my hazards on No tags, I just drove it off the showroom floor Straight cash, bout my paper, I'm on my gangster Doin this shit for ten years, niggaz I'm major Maybach and all that, same behaviour Money over bitches, bitches over strangers Guns befo' bangers but bangers do For niggaz that had enough and ain't got no clue that they can get slayed, flex and get sprayed And spin they head like yo' hottest DJ's, motherfuckers! [Chorus] [Merc] I'm bout my money and bout my business..

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