JAHEIM lyrics - Ghetto Love

Could It Be?

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Huh, uh yeah Bout to put it to 'em With some ghetto slick shit, heh Check it out, one time For your motherfuckin' mind (motherfuckin' mind) Yo I'm saying they gon' smell me on this one No doubt, he-heh Check it out, oh yeah Listen On the cross town with the top down Sounds banging out the backstreets (alright) Me and shorty two deep She's flashing me thighs Wind blowing through her hair Baby we can take it there (take it there) But first I gotta make my rise Baby slow down My crib's on the other side of town But from the look in her eyes She was hypnotized Rubbed her hands on my chest And started getting undressed Tell me why Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? I got the sixty inch flat tv, what? Got it like DVD, whatever you need I got the bubbles in the tub with the back rub (bathtub) Silk sheets baby to make love Oh girl I wanna hit it in the worst way After that you'll be coming back like every day Oh yeah send you back to your girls with something else to say How I hit it, split it, had you with it till the break of day Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be the drop top Benz That got your friends going out on a limb Sliding me numbers when you ain't watching them Playing me close but I'm not feeling them Could it be the time piece flooded with chips? You with me cause I flex brigets around my wrist? Or large amounts up in my bank account You tell me you love me baby but what's that all about Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be? Could it be my chromed out rims? Break you neck when you see a nigga dip Or could it be the ice you see? But you tell me that you're really feelin' me Could it be the word on the block? I know they told you that a nigga got it locked Tell me why you just can't stop I'm thinking that it's all about me What could it be?

Hip-hop (Remix)

DEAD PREZ "Turn Off The Radio: The Mixtape, Vol. 1"
You are listening to the sounds of the RBGs, Turn Off The Radio, tune your frequency. This is DPz nigga, Revolutionary But Gangsta, holla back! Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (Come again...break them chains, come on!) Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (Break them chains, come on!) Who shot 2Pac? If we don't get them they gon get us all I'm down for runnin up on them crackas in the City Hall We ride for yall, all my dogs stay real nigga don't think these record deals gon feed your seeds and pay your bills because they not Emcees get a little bit a lovin think they hot Talkin bout how much money they got, nigga all your records sound the same I'm sick of that fake thug R B rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, yall don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line and signed and still be writing rhymes and broke You rather have a Lexus? or justice? a dream or some substance? a Beamer a necklace or freedom? See a nigga like me don't playa hate, I just stay awake it's real hip hop and it don't stop till we get these crackers off out block! (C'mon) We be DP RBG for life, TURN OFF THE RADIO! The revolution won't be televised, TURN OFF THAT BULLSHIT! We be DP RBG for life, TURN OFF THE RADIO! One thing bout music when it hit you feel no pain white folks take control of your brain, I know better than that that's game and we ready for that Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react back to beats it don't reflect on how many records get sold on sex drugs and rock-n-roll whether your projects' put on hold In the real world, it's just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world it's bigger than all these fake-ass records When po' folks got the millions and my sisters' disrespected If you Check 1-2 my word of advise to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, ryder, biter, flame-ignitor, crowd-exciter, Or you wanna jus' get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-crier, agent wit' a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it It's bigger than.. Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (We be DP RBG for life) TURN OFF THE RADIO! Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (the revolution won't be televised) TURN OFF THAT BULLSHIT! Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop (We be DP RBG for life) TURN OFF THE RADIO! The revolution won't be televised TURN OFF THE RADIO! My neck...my back...they put a noose on my neck and whips on my back! My neck...my back...you got a tie around your neck but they breakin your back! My neck...my back...they put a noose on my neck and whips on my back! My neck...my back...and if you got BLING on your neck you better watch your back! Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop.. (nigga it's bigga then) Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop.. (it's still bigga then)Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop.. (nigga it's bigga then) Hip-Hop Hip-Hop Hip-Hop...TURN OFF THE RADIO! Word up! Eyes open fist clenched. Dare to struggle dare to win Goin out to all the ryders RBG love, that's Revolutionary But Gangsta! Word up! My whole team! (???), D-Don, Stik Daddy Dolla$, Maintain hold strong! Fred Hampton, Jr., we got they eyes on them We know they got they eyes on you, word up, everybody doin time Minimum, medium...maximum, super maximum security concentration camps All the ryders we right there with you! RBG LOVE! It's goin out like that! Everybody, push that middle finger up in the air to George Bush if you know what time it is! Yeah! Turn off the motherfuckin radio!

Half Ounce Quarter Pound

JARREN BENTON "Freebasing With Kevin Bacon"
[Verse 1: Jarren Benton] D-d-d-d-damn, never smoked nothing like this in my life Pack it in a pipe, put it to a light 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, I ignite I'm high as a kite Levitate through a fuckin' room, I'm in flight Nigga so geeked that I ain't feeling right And I just wanna come down, get back home from Mars Call a fucking paramedic cause I feel like I'mma die Party 'til my death, cardiac arrest Heart beatin' out a nigga mothafuckin' chest Dawg what'd you put inside this weed, is it laced? Cause I feel like I got bugs eating all around my face They in formation, California Kush Shit so loud like a ho that need a douche Like I'm in a coma need a motivator push There a nigga go, with the dope boys dough like, Let me get a can I get a [Hook] Half ounce, quarter pound Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [4x] Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, Half ounce, quarter pound, Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [2x] [Verse 2: Aleon Craft] Eighth, half ounce, quarter pound Yep, nigga fix my order All different flavors and I'm 'bout to, burn it, down In my 'Lac with the preacher's daughter Windows rolled up so the smoke just loiters My paint swag boss sit the rims on tortoise, Now I'm looking spaced out cause I'm really spaced out Plenty Mary Jane all satellites cordless Big bag of Wi-Fi, smell it when I fly by, Look at these colors, loud packed full of tie-dye, Out of here, I'm high, see you later, bye-bye, Grindin' up fresh fruit while I'm eating pantie, Pomegranate, red eye, pineapples, man I Can't seem to focus seein' double never pans out, What it is? See her look her tongue out When I pull that bong out, fuck it baby girl pull your pants down [Hook] Half ounce, quarter pound Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [4x] Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good, Half ounce, quarter pound, Roll it, smoke it, feelin' good [2x] [Verse 3: Dizzy Wright] Young nigga with a flat top, see the smoke in my back drop Niggas hatin' on the internet, only cause I can't run up in your house And lay yo head on yo laptop, crack rock, with the rap spot, To the top man, I'm 'bout that, the loud pack made a soundtrack All around the world with a sound that, Make 'em wonder where I hid the fuckin' bomb at Bomb sack, I'mma medicate, livin' life for a better day I wonder where niggas think I'mma be at the end of the year 12/21/12 2012? Hell, I ain't really trippin' I'mma get it while a nigga here! End of the year, I'm killin' 'em all, (true) Speak my mind, then I'm sendin' it off Hittin' the booth, smokin' like I'm chillin' wit Snoop And if it's money then I'm gettin' involved I told you motherfuckers I ain't finna play 'round, Playground rappers finna fuckin' lay down Hear that AK sound (BLAH!) killin' every rapper, You ain't safe in the safe house Las Vegas route, with a fuckin' Bay crowd Jarren Benton brought a motherfuckin' A crowd So A1 that I'm A+, hit up Aplus, to shoot a damn video at Dame house Same crowd but we make moves, work hard, had to pay dues Gettin' money still the same dude, sellin my soul somethin' that I can't do Tell these bitch niggas, betta make room Less cheap for the best weed, West Coast not Cali, but the LV Half ounce, quarter pound for the low, low key You could probably slide through around next week I'm the nigga that you need to know [Hook]

Electric Lady (Dungeon-Wondamix)

JANELLE MONÁE "The Electric Lady"
[Intro: Janelle Monáe] Le, le-le-le, le-le, le-le, 'lectric Lay-la-la-lay, la-lay, la-lady Le, le-le-le, le-le, le-le, 'lectric Lay-la-la-lay, la-lay, la-lady [Janelle Monáe] Gloss on her lips, glass on the ceiling All the girls showin love, while the boys catchin feelings Once you see her face, her eyes you'll remember and she'll have you fallin harder than a Sunday in September Whether in Savannah, K-Kansas, or in Atlanta She'll walk in any room, have you raisin up yo' antennas She can fly you straight to the MOON or to the ghettos Wearin tennis shoes or in flats or in stilettos Illuminating all that she touches, eye on the sparrow A modern day Joan of her (Arc) or Mia Farrow Classy, sassy, put you in a razzle-dazzy Her magnetic energy will have you comin home like Lassie Singin, "Ooh! Shock it, break it, baby" Electro, sophisti-, funky, lady We the kind of girls who ain't afraid to get down Electric ladies go'n and scream out loud [Chorus: Janelle Monáe & Solange (Bosko)] Electric lady (Ooh-ooh), get waaaaaaaay down (Get down, get down) Cause tonight, we gon' do what we want to Electric lady (Ooh-ooh), get waaaaaaaay down (Get down, get down) Cause tonight, we gon' do what we want to [Cee-Lo Green] Her smile is a special effect, her femininity a firework Enough light to illuminate an entire earth Just how does one house it? And I must utter something absolutely avant-garde to arouse it The smell of you, and the sight of you The scent to the left and the right of you I'm somewhere in the ball park of bein all heart She's the intangibility encouraging all art And I'm SO sincere I'd write my name somewhere to let them know that Lo has been here But no, not to deface it or disgrace it It's affection, I love you and I'm proud just to brace it Lady, let your light shine, despite mine I wanna watch you come alive in the night time Cause she's been blessed with the best, it's progressive Turn her up, she's electric.. UHH [Chorus] [Interlude: Janelle Monáe] Laaaaaaaaaa-dy Electric laaaa-ie-aaaa-ie-aaaa-ie-aaaa-dyyy Yeah [Big Boi] I got that Georgia power And the way I thrust my hips be havin her drippin for some hours Extracting divine nectar from her flower, no botanist But dubbin it down with such prowess And cowards are easily devoured Ain't no need for sweet and sour chicken And see about 'em, we about to meteor shower From the top of the heavens, down to the earth Intergalactic satisfaction with me burst a pair of solar flares And we don't care cause it's only me and her Her and me, another dimension in this love and she concurs (she concurs) Or.. agree to disagree We might bump heads, then bump uglies because she's into me Or shall I say I'm all the way into her, on that ass like some yoga pants Naked Pilates get it started, then that pole dance Keep it swollen like a boxer's eye with no hands With no hands.... {NO HANDS} [Outro: Janelle Monáe (Bosko)] Ooh, shock it, break it, baby (Electric Lady..) Electric Lady, Electric Lady (Get waaaay down) Ooh, shock it, break it, baby Electric Lady, Electric Lady (Gotta get down, down, down, down down) Ooh, shock it, break it, baby (Gotta get DOWN!) Electric Lady, Electric Lady (Electric Lady, get dooooooown) Ooh, shock it, break it, baby Electric Lady, Electric Lady (Get down, get down)

Come To Me

JC CHASEZ "Schizophrenic"
Traveling the galaxies on telepathic roads Singing in the distance, clouds of breath out in the cold All of my desires waiting for someone to hold So come to me So come to me, ooh Lying here pretending that you're closer than you are Swear I heard you whispering 'would someone break my fall?' Memories of kisses from the dreams until the dawn So come to me So come to me The nights when you don't call My life is a catastrophe I need to feel you close to me I'm waiting out the storm Cause when I'm all alone I imagine I am face to face Inhaling every breath you take I'm waiting out the storm I'm waiting out the storm Conversation hotter than a fireman engulfed Sweeping through my body causing temperatures to smoke Every second passing makes it hard for me to cope So come to me So come to me Walking with my fingers and I'm creeping down real slow Reaching for the places that no one could ever go Pushing me to ecstasy, you touch my very soul So come to me So come to me, yea Thinking of you What can I do I'm thinking of you Cause when I'm all alone I lay awake and masturbate I love to hear the sounds you make Baby here I come Baby here I come Come, come Waiting, waiting I know, I know You'll come to me You'll come to me So come to me So come to me So come to me So come to me

My Attention

JACQUEES "Fan Affiliated"
DJ Spin! She ain't scared to go She ain't scared to go And she ain't scared to go Go, go, go, go She just moved to Atlanta Stayed in Alabama Graduated high-school, now she's living life on the go, go, go With nowhere to go, go, go So I pick her up when she come in town I reach for her hand, but she shut it down I didn't know, know, know That I was so caught, caught, caught! [Chorus:] I'm just young and I'm begging, I'm running for all of your love Don't end it, cause baby I need you, remember my touch And these problems that I share them, I swear that I'm trying to last All I see is your... when I look at into the dust She ain't scared to go She ain't scared to go And she ain't scared to go Go, go, go, go! ... and she's good to go She working and she twirking, acting magic on that pole And that's why ain't no chick better Say they don't call her, drop a cannon I say girl I gotta choose, baby let me make you wetter! Sweat been dripping down your spine like you're in a sweater If I touch you wrong, and touch me right, She'll... and do it better If I had to choose... I'll be on Patron and juice She's been on the game and loose Can't wait to getting you! [Chorus:] I'm just young and I'm begging, I'm running for all of your love Don't end it, cause baby I need you, remember my touch And these problems that I share them, I swear that I'm trying to last All I see is your... when I look at into the dust She ain't scared to go She ain't scared to go And she ain't scared to go Go, go, go, go! What was she doing,.. ease your mind She made me believe she was mine And I'm wasting my time, cause she was trained to go Cause she isn't like the rest, man, I should have known! I'm thinking about you, I can't get you out my mind I'm thinking about you, I can't get you out my mind I'm thinking about you, I can't get you out my mind I'm thinking about you, I can't get you out my mind [Chorus:] I'm just young and I'm begging, I'm running for all of your love Don't end it, cause baby I need you, remember my touch And these problems that I share them, I swear that I'm trying to last All I see is your... when I look at into the dust She ain't scared to go She ain't scared to go And she ain't scared to go Go, go, go, go!

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