JAHEIM lyrics - Ghetto Love

Finders Keepers

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1- [Lil' Mo] Finder's keepers loser's weepers (ooooooo) Learn how to treat her finder's keepers [Jaheim] Playa think of where your girl been For the last two weeks (she) Caught you at the bar slippin' Now she found a new place to sleep (Now) you want problems when she don't return your beeps I backed up the Bope gettin' out the Benz jeep Now she's rollin' with me (hey) 2- [Lil' Mo] Finder's are keepers and loosers are weepers (Say it say it say it) Learn how to treat her 'cause if I find her I'm keep her (hey) [Jaheim] Playa what's the problem You're at the mall everyday (everyday) Hopin' she'll show up But you're the one who pushed her away (yea, yea, yea) Should've handled your business before You went on your stroll But since you didn't slow your roll You know how the story goes (oh, oh) Repeat 2 [Lil' Mo] It was all good as long as I was your bitch Now you wanna flip when I decide to dip Stop the phone calls I'm hittin' you in the hip Two weeks without my sex nigga that was a diss Your name's off the list so how you stackin' your chips Now was the other bitch worth it all coming to this? Cause now I'm gettin' kissed like I ain't never been kissed And, now you're gettin' pissed so I'ma live you with this Ya heard me? Repeat 1 Repeat 2 til' fade (2x)

College

LYFE JENNINGS "Lucid"
See, women change every day So that means that you have to learn her every day You know? It's like going back to college, man Let me show you what I've learned about my wife She's got the cutest little laugh Bottom lip twitches when she's mad Favorite position from the back Loves that musician, Robin Thicke She gets her temper from her dad Likes to say we just couldn't have I know her like the back of my hand So whatever she wants she can have I treat her like college I'm trying to get knowledge Learning your girl is a science Treat her like college Go to class every day So if you pay attention you can learn her ways Like college, study in abroad Learning all of her, man, ain't hard Treat her like college And you can gone on back You won't need a grant for that She likes long walks through the park A little afraid of the dark Her ex-boyfriend broke her heart Her self esteem is ripped apart She likes to gaze up at the stars Believe there's aliens on Mars Her favorite color is pink and orange Her favorite food is fish and corn I treat her like college I'm trying to get knowledge Learning your girl is a science Treat her like college Go to class every day So if you pay attention you can learn her ways Like college, study in abroad Learning all of her, man, ain't hard Treat her like college And you can gone on back You won't need a grant for that I would take all the water out the sea to wash your hair I would take all the birds out of the trees to sing you to sleep 'Cause I care I would burn all the money in the world to keep you warm And I would bring Michael Jackson back to life to moonwalk to your favorite song, baby This is what I'd do, the impossible, do the impossible This is what I'd do, the impossible, the illogical, we're unstoppable I treat her like college I'm trying to get knowledge Learning your girl is a science Treat her like college Go to class every day So if you pay attention you can learn her ways Like college, study in abroad Learning all of her, man, ain't hard Treat her like college And you can gone on back You won't need a grant for that

Holiday From Real

JACK'S MANNEQUIN "Everything In Transit"
She thinks I'm much too thin She asks me if I'm sick What's a girl to do With friends like this She lets me drive her car So I can score an eighth From the lesbians Out west in Venice Oh, California in the Summer Ah, and my hair is growing long Fuck yeah, we can live like this But if you left it up to me Everyday would be A holiday from real We'd waste our weeks Beneath the sun We'd fry our brains And say it's so much fun out here But when it's all over I'll come back for another year I'll look for work today I'm spilling out the door Put my glasses on So no one sees me I never thought that I'd be living on your floor But the rents are high And LA's easy Oh, it's a picture of perfection Ah, and the postcards gonna read "Fuck yeah we can live like this... We can live like this" But if you left it up to me Everyday would be A holiday from real We'd waste our weeks Beneath the sun We'd fry our brains And write it's so much fun out here Hey Madeline (hey Madeline) You sure look fine (you sure look fine) You wore my favorite sweater Being poor was never better A safety buzz (A safety buzz) Some cheap red wine (Some cheap red wine) Oh, the trouble we can get in So let's screw this one up right But if you left it up to me Everyday would be A holiday from real We'd waste our weeks Beneath the sun We'd lie and tell our friends It's so much fun out here But when it's all over I'll come back for another year When it's all over I'll come back for another When it's all over I'll come back for another year

You Dropped Your Dime

JOE "And Then..."
Wassup playboy naw man, u cant keep callin me with this shit, man naw she told u what she wanted, all you had to do was give it to her im gonna give u some free game, listen... All she wanted was a little time, u said never (never) begged that u would stay home, u said never (never) maybe we can wine and dine before we bump and grind, u said never she said u said never Can we go to the park and swing, u said never (never) how about to the bar for a drink, u said never (never) let's take a trip together, where ever but she said u said never (never) U dropped ur dime so I picked it up cuz she was whoa finders keepers, losers weepers what what what what U dropped ur dime so I picked it up cuz she was whoa finders keepers, losers weepers what what what what U see here with me she can have whatever (ever) shopping sprees at Gucci, whatever (whatever) taking trips to Miami, it's on me I say whatever, ask her i say whatever (ever) Can we play in sand while holding hands, whatever (ever) go to the room and boom boom, whatever (whatever) here with me she'll never hear never it's always whatever ask her i say whatever (U dropped ur dime) o yea (so I picked it up) i picked it up (cuz she was whoa) (finders keepers) finders keepers, (losers weepers) losers weepers (what what what what) ohhh yea (U dropped ur dime) she didnt mean much to u (so I picked it up) but i thought it was a lot, yea (cuz she was whoa) (finders keepers, losers weepers) losers weepers (what what what what) what If i were u, i woulda made her mine forever (ever) with women dawg, u cant take forever (forever) u took too long, i came along and now she's gonna be mine (forever) yes i said (forever) Imma cop a ring and wife her forever (ever) imma make it so shes happy forever (forever) with me dawg she'll never hear never it's always whatever, thats why we're forever (U dropped ur dime) (so I picked it up) i picked it up (cuz she was whoa) (finders keepers) finders keepers, (losers weepers) losers weepers (what what what what) ohhh (U dropped ur dime) (so I picked it up) (cuz she was whoa) cuz she was whoa (finders keepers) (losers weepers) (what what what what) yea yea (U dropped ur dime) (so I picked it up) (cuz she was whoa) (finders keepers) (losers weepers) (what what what what) (U dropped ur dime) (so I picked it up) (cuz she was whoa) (finders keepers) (losers weepers) (what what what what)

Losers Weepers, Part 1

ETTA JAMES "Her Best - The Chess 50th Anniversary Collection"
Losers, weepers, finders, keepers Now you put your only man Out in the cold, yes you did Just because your best friend told you He was too told, lemme tell you she lied. And now I found him and you want him back, yes you do But lemme tell you, but I'm tell you right now, Etta, I'm not going for that It was a case of Losers, weepers, finders, keepers Now listen You know you cheated and you lied Right to the end, yes you did You were even talking about your man to his best friend You have no business doing that Then you promised him if he come back He's never miss you, see But now he belongs to be, and I ain't gonna lose him It was a case of Losers, weepers, finders, keepers I been in love with your man for a long, long time Yes I have, you didn't know that did you? I been trying to think of a way to make him mine Now listen, I will still be your best friend and do all, do all I can Sure enough, but I'll never, never, never let go of that man Because it was a case of Losers, weepers, finders, keepers

Love How It Feels

THE JACKA "The Jacka"
[Jacka] Let's go I come through bitch With my muthafuckin' niggs And I couldn't give a fuck By how you hoes feel Dip through with the steel All in a bitch's face Put my sticker on her ass Tell her let a nigga pass At the summer jam With my backstage pass Bought 'em from the base So we thuggin' on the grass Watchin' time pass Cuz I'm waitin' on the real shit Performin' at the after party Sold when you see a mix Scream real loud bitch Like your real proud A G got tossed in the crowd Then I got lost in the cloud In the Benz With my nigga Twin Honkin' at her and her friends Watchin' her, watch the rims I bet they wanna hop in Even though they on dubs Too love what a thug do I know you got your bread right Let's see if your head right In the traffic in the middle of the night [Chorus x4] Do you love what you feel In love with you [Husalah] Real gangsta Yo, uh, yo Real gangstas everywhere Smokin' rope in the alley Just don't care Swangin' eights in the alley The Hus long here All the hoes on my dick I got to be there But I'd rather hang out And hustle all year Cuz the paper don't stop The block is on pop It's the dope game, cocaine Locced out to the brain Give shit 'bout a bitch Silly with the chop man I'd rather hang Wit my niggas on the drug spot Don't talk on a snitch when his gun pop 1 double O duece 3 Niggas gettin' packed in a row 'fo deep Movin' on Fourth Street Yeah ho, check out my shit I couldn't give a shit about A shitty haired bitch Tossed up, purssed slut Tryin' to get rich Slide my shit down a [?] and burned Gone on a bitch Gettin' dope-fiend dumb Nigga gone off this shit And I don't pop pills I pop niggas with the clip You faggot ass nigga What are you smokin'? I know to dip hard To the knock I'm yokin' Like what All my murder dub niggs in Oakland And my Hunter's Point hustlas Keep the chapper smokin' Gave a kid up out my low-life, gangsta, hustlas All you child ass turkey I don't fuck wit suckas Havin' fun like it's '81 The hoes love the way My perm hang in the sun I'm outtie 5 G [Chorus x4] [Jacka] What up bitch, yeah that's me You a model from L.A. But you couldn't believe All the shit that you seen When you came to my house Thought it was a hard cock Till you seen it float out Rob sittin' on the leather couch Lookin' like Bob Smokin' more than a ounce Close the door Took a trip upstairs Got sucked on the floor Then I called her a whore And I spend way more Than your pops can afford So get the fuck out for real You punk bitch And I ain't nothin' like Any of the niggas you fuck wit Just ask Boo James That's my DJ, he'll tell ya Ain't nothin' worse than a failure So get your shit together Punk niggas tryin' to send 'em And see what's in 'em And every love that I drop On a chick is venom I got bitches that suck way more Than them bitches that suck the floor on your tank That's so real I better paint a picture in your brain You must be lame if you can't [echoes out] [Chorus x4]

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