JAGGED EDGE lyrics - Jagged Little Thrill

Where The Party At

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[JD talking] C'mon, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah [Nelly] Uh ooooooooooooh (uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooooh (uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooooh (uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooooh [Jagged Edge] If the party’s where your at just let me know Don't be trippin when you see us in the club Just show a little love, represent your side like me 'Cause 'round here if you slick you pick a hot one Ride shotgun, couple of 'em got one Belvedere in the rear of the club Pulled up on dubs and we 'bout to go and buy the bar up So So, for sure we ain't playin Hang with no lames, hit the park and sayin... [Hook - Jagged Edge] Ay, where the party at? Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at? Models and models, talkin all a that Know I can't forget about my thugs (Where the party at?) And all my girls (Where the party at?) Off in the club (Where the party at?) If the party's where you're at let me hear you say Uh ooooooooooooh (uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooooh (uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooooh (uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooooh If the party's where you're at just let me know All the girls in the club in they best outfits Just showin that skin, tryna' make a nigga wanna spit Where you been girl? You and your friend Need to come to the back where we got it locked down In your white t-shirt or a three-piece suit Don't matter what you wear all that matters is who you with Some jiggy and some are straight grindin All up in the club just to have a good time and [Hook] [Nelly] Just show me where that party at dirty Somewhere where it's crackin right around one-thirty Never get done too early Come in as is, doo-rags and Tims I'm rollin past his, his little Jag and Benz With the Rolls, not the one with the stem (the one with the rims) The one that seem to make more enemies than friends I'm slidin in past doors, both eyes closed Both arms rose, both charms froze With the S-O-S-O, D-E dot F I'm buyin bottles, bottles, until it ain't none left I'm quick to go left, I blaze with no rep I jams more than def, baby show me the club I'm like "hey, where that Bacardi at?" Come and mix it with the Cris', baby, what's wrong with that? We in the V.I.P. twisted, down right spliffed it Two way and shit, ooh they makin like they missed it [Hook] [Jagged Edge] Left side, just put your hands up, throw 'em up Right side, just put your hands up, throw 'em up Everybody, put your hands up, throw 'em up When the beat come back around e'rybody do it again Do the eastside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah) Do my southside run this mutha for ya? (Hell yeah) And them haters ain't hittin on, ain't talkin 'bout us And they look like If the party's where you're at let me hear you say

Lipstick

CASSIDY "Split Personality"
[Jazze Pha] To my supa fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl ya so beautiful 1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2 (Full Surface) 1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2 (Cassidy) 1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2 (Jazze Fezzay Leezay) 1,2 1,2 1,2 1,2 1 2 (Swiss Beats) [Chorus] To my supa fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!) [Jazze Pha + (Female)] To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!) [Cassidy] Im shinin', doin it big I spend more time in the club, then I do in my crib The kid is a ladies man, but I get called shady 'Cause im alot of ladies man And I can't be commited to nothin, I hit it and run With my hand glitter, and I get it and come I floss on a chick, put the frost on her wrist My diamonds shinin' like the gloss on her lips This Frankie B, thanks to me When we get to the bar, all drinks is free I own the party, 'cause I chrome the Farrari Maranello, in this canary yellow [Chorus] To my supa fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!) [Jazze Pha + (Female)] To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!) [Cassidy] To all my chicks thats strippin, makin the cash Thats beautiful, keep on shakin ya ass Even though you get naked, and you takin it off You be rakin in the cake, when they be breakin you off (PUNKS!) Now where are all my girls in school, You will lose in this world if ya girl a fool You need brain in ya life, some change in ya life, some cognac and champagne in ya life Or you might need a working lady You go girl!, twist and twirl twerk it baby (LADIES!) We all gone shine tonight, get blind and have a good time tonight, tonight! [Chorus] To my supa fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!) [Jazze Pha + (Female)] To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!) [Cassidy] Its full surface, betta notice the name You can't help but to notice the chain, Ching! Ching! (Bling Bling) In my fist it bling, I just gave a chick cold sore when she kissed the ring, sing I got girls all around the world, Dog i'll hit i'll get around ya girl Don't take it personal though 'Cause i'll look good, and im good person to know So Pop ya bottles pop ya E's, and I got the dutches got the trees The kid, get his jig on bumpin and grindin' And I hit the hotel, with a slut and a condom [Chorus] To my supa fly girls, all around the world Shake ya ass in the club, make it twist and twirl ya so beautiful (Girl Ya so Beautiful!) (Come on ya'll) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like lipstick!) [Jazze Pha + (Female)] To my guys in the club, and ya know ya fly Put some cash in the air, wave it side to side ya so beautiful (Boy ya know ya doin it) And ya shinin' (Shinin' like chrome rims!)

Dirty

TLC "3D"
Uh Say what say what (uh uh) 2003 Uh It don't get better then this (what) Here I come Here I come Here I come (T-Boz) Here I come A-T-L I'm an Atlanta girl (woo) I've been born and raised To come and rock ya world I don't wanna hurt nobody (nobody) I just came to move your bodies T - Time to get the place wide up L - Rest well until we all meet up C - Come on and get the speakers boomin' Stop what you're doin' 'Cause we're about to ruin (come on) Chorus: Uh oh uh oh Move to the right now (uh oh uh oh) Move to the left now (uh oh uh oh) Stand real still now (uh oh uh oh) Now break it down (uh oh uh oh) Break it down (uh oh uh oh) Break it down (uh oh uh oh) Move to the right now (uh oh uh oh) Move to the left now (uh oh uh oh) Stand real still now (uh oh uh oh) Now break it down (uh oh uh oh) Break it down (uh oh uh oh) Break it down Ohhh dirty Dirty dirty Where the South is I been waitin' on Tim to bring the beat in (uh huh) TLC the club's shakin' Bounce to the ounce Like a lot of baby makin' A - Already sweatin' from the music T - Too many drinks don't abuse it L - Let the folks outside in Come on on (come on) Chorus Yo Missy TLC is forever (yeah) So when you come up in this club here (what) Get your back up off the wall Yo Missy (yeah) Left Eye would want us to break it down Break it Break it down like this (like this, like this) Say what Come on now Bridge: If you're dancin' And you're sweatin' (yeah) Drippin' wet from your neck to your chest is (aahh) Cause we're pumpin' We keep it jumpin' (what'd ya say) TLC is bringin' heat you gotta love this (bring the beat now) If you're dancin' And you're sweatin' (ahhh girl) Drippin' wet from your neck to your chest is (oohh) Cause we're pumpin' We keep it jumpin' (ahh) TLC is bringin' heat you gotta love this Oh Oh Oh (oh) That's right baby we dirty (yeah) Oh Oh Oh (oh) TLC we gon' be right here (oooh) Oh Oh Oh (yeah) We keep it crunk somebody (come on) Oh Oh Oh (oh) Shhhhh.... Left Eye gets a moment of silence (woo) Uh (yeah) Break it down now One more time now Say what say what Come on A - Woo I like that T - Uh a little louder L - What come on A-T-L A-T-L A-T A - What T - Woo alright now L - Woo go and flip it up Alright Flip it up Flip it up now T - Yeah say what (what what) L - Come on break it down now C - Woo who da girls Who da girls Who da girls Who da girls T - What uh L - Uh from the Dirty South C - Uh say what now Alright yeah

Club 2G

LIL' MO "Based On A True Story"
Club 2G feat. Naam Missy Elliott [Intro - Naam] Ay yo, my man You gon' have to back up If you don't back up Ain't nobody gettin' in here We 'bout to shut the doors down Back it up, back it up right now Ay look, I need two lines We got to form two lines or nobody's gettin' in And there'll be no pushin', and no shovin' Two lines, ladies on this side Males on this side [Lil' Mo] We up in this piece, as if it were the last time Club year 2G, where we party like it's '99 Yo, it's off the heez Everybody tryin' to get inside Yo, it's not about beef Cuz we gon' tear the club up [Lil' Mo] (Ladies) Up in this club, a nigga will buy you drinks (Fellas) Up in this club, girls don't stick guys for free (Everybody) Up in this club, it could be hats, Timbers and jeans [Missy Elliott] Westside, throw it up C'mon, c'mon Eastside, show some love C'mon, c'mon [Lil' Mo] Yo, where's my peeps? Cuz it's 1:15, and on the scene We're V.I.P., and Chrystal is flowin' like a stream Now it's time to leave Cuz we all ready to be out now Now it's time to meet Laurie and them at the waffle house [Lil' Mo] (Ladies) Up in this club, a nigga will buy you drinks (Fellas) Up in this club, girls don't stick guys for free (Everybody) Up in this club, it could be hats, Timbers and jeans [Missy Elliott] Westside, throw it up C'mon, c'mon Eastside, show some love C'mon, c'mon [Lil' Mo] If you ain't come with nobody You can still leave with somebody And we top off whatever You know it's that type of party Even if you think you ain't flossin' Your car may not be the hottest There's somethin' 'bout love, don't ya hear me Everybody got all night to party [Naam] See you sittin' at the bar, and I'ma send a bottle down Swallow down, a little liquor and livin' It is fully shit I'm spittin' to women, ahem Alcohol, gettin' it in 'em, soon as I approach 'em My niggas, I coach 'em, show 'em how a Don do True ???? bitch, I'll find you Out the bar, shit I got paper to blow In case you ain't know, you dealin' with Naam and Lil' Mo, uh oh She makin' me hot, them lips and her thong print, uh We all at the bar, and we all bent Listen here, I'm lovin' the smell from your Cartier Let me holla somethin' in your ear If you lookin' for a little more than a one night stand Then I don't really think Sunny Black's the man Forget your man, baby we can make new plans If your heart's broke, I can fix it with my bare hands 2G baby! [Lil' Mo] To my peoples up north, where you at? To my peoples down south, I know you feelin' that To my folks out west, throw it up To my peoples in the east, show some love To my people all over the world Tear the roof off, it's about to burn (burn, baby, burn) Cuz we gon' bawitdaba, da bang da bang Diggy to up jumps the boogie, to the bang, bang, boogie da B [Lil' Mo] (Ladies) Up in this club, a nigga will buy you drinks (Fellas) Up in this club, girls don't stick guys for free (Everybody) Up in this club, it could be hats, Timbers and jeans [Missy Elliott] Westside, throw it up C'mon, c'mon Eastside, show some love C'mon, c'mon

That's My Bitch

KANYE WEST "Watch The Throne"
[Kanye West:] Hello, can I speak to a, a, yeah you know who you are Look, you had no idea what ya dealing with Something on some of this realest shit Something, something Yeah. thats my bitch Thats my bitch Sh-shorty right there Thats my bitch Thats my bitch [Chorus - Elly Jackson:] I've been waiting for a long long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life And live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high [Kanye West:] I paid for them titties, get your own It aint safe in the city, watch the throne You say I care more about them basquion's, basquiats She learning a new word, its yacht Blew the World up as soon as I hit the club with her Too Short called, told me "I fell in love with her" Seen by actors, ball players and drug dealers And some lesbians that never loved niggas Twisted love story True Romance Mary Magdalene from a pole dance I'm a freak huh, rock star life The second girl with us, thats our wife Hey boys and girls, I got a new riddle Who's the new old perv thats tryna play second fiddle No disrespect, I'm not tryna belittle But my dick worth money I put Monie in the middle [Chorus - Elly Jackson:] I've been waiting for a long long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life And live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high, high, high, high Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning Not swerving, oh, yeah Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion Stop motion, ooh, yeah [Jay-Z:] Go harder than a nigga for a nigga go figure Told me "keep my own money" if we ever did split up How can somethin' so gangsta be so pretty in pictures? With jeans and a blazer and some Louboutin slippers Uh, Picasso was alive he woulda made her Thats right nigga Mona Lisa can't fade her I mean Marilyn Monroe, she's quite nice But why all the pretty icons always all white Back to my Beyonces You deserve 3 stacks for the Andre Call Larry Gagosian, you belong in museums You belong in Vintage clothes watching the whole building You belong with niggas who used to be known for dope dealing You too dope for any of those civilians Now shoot trigga, stop looking at her tits Get ya own dog, ya heard Thats my bitch [Chorus:] I've been waiting for a long long time Just to get off and throw my hands up high And live my life And live my life Just to get off and throw my hands up high Silly little vixen, mixes 'til morning Not swerving, oh, yeah Swear you never strolled on a bottle of that potion Stop motion, ooh, yeah [Kanye West:] You have no idea what you're dealing with Something on some of this realest shit Pop some nines, so I give you the Fifth Something, something, yeah That's my bitch, That's my bitch Sh-shorty right there? That's my bitch That's my bitch

Victory Lap

AKA "Altar Ego"
I don’t know… you know It’s just… it’s just missing something you know I just wouldn’t be the same It wouldn't be the same without… IV League papa (yeah!) IV League papa (yeah!) Yeah that’s what it was… Now we the main attraction they clap for us Waiting on my downfall ground floor up, that’s elevator action Michael Jackson couldn’t be as dangerous, shit happens Armed with the paint brush, hope you get the picture Veins full of bad blood, brrruh, Tswak' Stick 'Em What you favourite rapper used to be before the bitches But that’s until we following the riches Take it back to the kitchen Like I got motswako ad-libs to my vision-e Big dreams in me ever since I was a pikini So you gotta use the big screen when you picture me Ha! Kini Big Deal, See the tyres rotate like a windmill And I will never loose focus, cry me a river swag trip a ocean Motherfucker came a long way, ones and twos on IV League all day Yet summer is still a long way, marathon I run this shit at my own pace [Hook:] How many rappers in the world right now Hate it that none of them do it like I Never get enough, never get enough, never too much V. I .C .T. O .R. Y Hands up for my victory lap Hands up for my victory lap hey (Toast to the winners!) Hands up for my victory lap Hands up for my victory lap hey (If you know you’re a winner) Party don’t stop till I say so Want it all from the ground floor to my angels Daddy Cool Diesel, heavy weight champ of the people Future looks bright like casino lights Wanted that seed ‘til my tree grow high Root of all evil, spare no ego I keep haters on their toes like Da L.E.S. does Blowing notes like my name Kwela Tebza You in the club acting all famous Nobody even know what your name is Plenty bottles but nobody’s at your table He is on the phone talking like some bloody agents (Yeses!) Party like I’m a rock star, tell a girl drop it low like a sports car I’m the king who these jokers in my court yard Money talks, I converse with the all stars So you all about my paper Tell me something new, tell me something entertaining Tell me something true, tell me nothing about failure Serving rappers on some 24hour a day shit [Hook] Gimme that old time feeling (what else!) German automobile with no ceiling (what else!) Push the button and start with no key ring (what else!) Bad chick and a blunt with no seedlings (what else!) You can still have what you want if you a dreamer Start thinking out the box, or follow the leader Ha... haven’t you been through that Feel like end of the season when your team do bad But all I really need is a clean new pair Somebody on my arm and some money in my hand That be good, you see the hunger in my eye lids Whether we ball or checking out prices [Hook]

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