JAHEIM lyrics - Still Ghetto

Every Which Way

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(feat. Duganz) [Baby cooing in Background] Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Girl it's the same ol' situation: I comes home workin' to hear ya fussin' That stress on 9 ta 5 don't need ya buggin' Hands up in my face straight cussin' for nuthin' And I really don't wanna hafta lose it But your wearin' me out Needta quite you mouth Ya never had to ask fo' nothing Why don't you get off your ass cook, clean, or sumthin' Girl haven't I been good to you I let you do what you wanna do You push a E5 ice-blue What the hell you tryna prove, baby Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Girl it makes no sense how you handle your biz I'm hearing on da low you back at it again. Ya all up in the streets like you ain't go no kids I had enough, Girl pack your shit Now one day you gonna see that I was best for you Ya gonna miss in all the things that i did for you You was a Diamond in da Ruff Girl I cleaned you up You fucked up Gotta leave your stuff (Tell me) Haven't I been good to you let you do what you wanna do E5 ice-blue What the hell you tryna prove, baby Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way (Let me tell you something) [Rap:] Why you thinking its a game Girl when I don't play You smart, but always got something stupid to say My heart, telling me to leave you Head tellin' me stay Both of them But you, You getting carried away Now let's see You don't cook You wanna shop and lay What you reside in a home where you don't pay not even the cable Girl, how dare you act that way I wear the boxers 'round here Everyday All day Last time I checked that car you drive is whos Let me guess, same dude that supplied them shoes I ain't even gonna trip In fact, I ain't gonna say shit, but screw you you ungrateful bitch Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah...(You keep keep doing it to me) Every which way but the right way Yeah Yeah Yeah (You keep on doing me) Every which way but the right way

Keep It Real... Represent

Kool Keith "Sex Style"
[Kool Keith] Yeah, rappers, spread your cheeks Pull your panties down Take your wig off, let me see your bald head That's right, I got you on Kodak Your pictures are goin out to Black Tail You're gonna be a star Yeah.. I heard you quit rap, your wife went back to porno flicks You turned drag queen, a call girl doin tricks Nighttime prostitute kid, I'ma take your loot I heard you queer now like Boy George, blowin flutes With high heels, you stole your mom's birth control pills You on some new stuff, I heard about that sex change You got a vagina, your grandmother think it's strange New eyeliner, you was flirtin with a gay designer Your girl felt mines, and pulled off her Calvin Kleins I saw Tampax, gonorrhea red stopsigns I looked at her and said, Mmm.. put your panties back on then jerked off to Foxy Brown, when her verse was on I wanna stand back and bust nuts at your butts Your girl is cocked up, with lollipops, doggie style I feel I'm dealin with plastic, watch these fake smiles Yeah, meet my left and my right Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (2X) [Kool Keith] I got utensils, back up kid, yo guard your rectum I'm crazy out here, mental man, don't respect him You now in pain, your mom just had the abortion Big head Boo, I put some roaches on your whole crew Have you scared with crack pipes, your family throwin doodoo Wear out your welcome, your little girl sex desires Have you handicapped, some friends of mine blow your tires Like Alfred Hitchcock, the ghost stands on your block With nine mil's for drug addicts, I keep triggers cocked You on some methane, my witchcraft is on your brain Blow out your headpiece, and break out quick on the plane Seal up your coffins, and celebrate with champagne Get my drink, Absolut, cranberry juice Paranoid by rug spots, you see the purple moose You smokin sherm or what? I paralyze that butt Lick my d-head, you girls still pee in the bed Yo take that wig off, yo punk let me see that caesar Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (3X) [Kool Keith] I gets more wreck, than ? kids in baby's Pampers Your wife is banned for leavin bras in my hampers That heffer's ugly, plastic why you still bug me I'm on Melrose, Nicole's takin sun strolls Black girls with weaves, white girls with flat butts With the name H-O-M-O spelled in your name You was a woman one time, man I know your game With panties stuck up, sweat leakin in your crotch Collard greens you wet pig, you can't eat that much I shut you down, your whole face two o'clock Have your girl on sunset, in Denny's suckin cock With white pumps up, blonde wigs rottin in the trunks That homeless monkey, Barbie doll crystal junkie I'm no joke and have respect for your kinfolks Tie your tubes back, my scope is on your asscrack You got paid for doodoo, that package rap was wack Yeah yeah, you know what? Yeah Keep it real.. represent what? My nuts (4X) That's right, nine-six and seven (Reverand Tom) Representin the scrotum (Octagon) All the hairs under the testicles (The SharkMan) Lick.. (Kool Keith) Yeah, don't buy _The Basement Tapes_ Sheisty things going on, somebody's on the pipes Labels foldin, goin down in ninety-six Nobody play the records City's out, no Tuff, Tuff.. pity

Liquorice

AZEALIA BANKS "1991"
Look, niggas really wanna beat they chest For B.A.N.K.S These niggas be gorillas for the pin-k flesh These niggas be vanilla the chips be legitimate They just want the pumpernickel sis in the linens with em So since you vanilla men spend Can my hot-fudge bitches get with your vanilla friends? Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch You know I'm lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich I make hits muthafucka Do you jiggle your dick when Ya bitch pop singin on the liquorice hit, ya know Can I catch your eye sir? Can I be what you like, yeah? I could be the right girl Tell me if you like your Lady in my might color Can I be your type, yeah? I could be the right girl Tell me if you like your Lady in my might color Can I be your type, yeah? I can set you right, woah How are you tonight, sir? I'm livin' my life, oh Hope you feel alright, yeah Hey, I'm the liquorice bitch You know I'm lookin for these niggas if these niggas is rich He got creme for ya colors and a blue eye too Hi, wanna get your number to your 212 line Maybe we can slumber We can w-w-w wine I don't do yey but if you want to, fine Your fantasy can get that pitch black Cause it's gone erupt when ya slip in-betwixt that black snatch Your like blizzak-ker or black-cat ema-nem-minatin Where ya mizzat mustache at Huh, I bet you been extra gassed I bet you really wanna touch up on the molasses ass I bet you really wanna tongue up on her kizzat today Cause her kizzat s-shaved You wanna cuddle with your bitch after, eh? But I gotta dip I gotta get at the cake Lot of skrillac to make And the dick don't fuck up any skrillac for Banks No issues pickin money over, haha, ya beige in her She just wanna see the best in Greece and some gentlemen And check these beats in the sun He just wanna see the wet wet weave When I'm swimmin in the West Indies Then I sit up and catch this breeze Sip a little bit o' rum and ting Nigga These bitches know that I be on my black girl shit The black girl pin-up with that black girl dip With that black girl spin up on ya wack girl tip Ain't official til I been up in that black girl kit And take out ya mans and attack real quick I'm a hit em with that venom and that rap girl hip I flip out the denims know that black girl fit Get that Remy in a did and hit that black girl switch Bitches better tan for the summer And for the haters, Quit that chit-chat and get your paper Quote the cinnamon and cherry melange bitch verbatim When I speak about your face in the clams with the flavors You get that? And stimulate her Take a lick up on my genital And sit to savor Do ya mans and his liquorice interest a favor I could be the right girl Tell me if you like your Lady in my might color Can I be your type, yeah? I can set you right, woah How are you tonight, sir? I'm livin' my life, oh Hope you feel alright, yeah Who-ooo Who-ooo Who-ooo Who-ooo Who-ooo Ooo-oo-ooo Who-ooo Who-ooo Can I hear it?

Telephone Games

MYA
Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah The phone rings once around two No need to pick it up cause it's you Trying to disguise your voice like someone else You're playing yourself It ain't my fault he ain't with you Yeah you got my number girl But what can you do? Now that he found someone else It sure ain't you Why you actin' like a fool? 1 - Say I ain't got no time for the telephone games Calling every night thinking he's your man When he's with me and not with you Sorry girl what can you do? Say I ain't got no time for the telephone games Calling every night hanging up on me And now you're man he ain't with you Sorry girl what can you do? Your body gon' lick You can't compete And he try-na see nobody but me How you gonna play the game? You don't know the rules Either way you're gonna lose See there is something you don't understand I'm down on the court You're up there in the stands You're trying to watch my every move Trying to play my hand Don't you call my house again! Repeat 1 2 - I ain't got no time Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah Repeat 2 Don't call my house again, no Repeat 1 till end

You're All That

Immature/Imx "On Our Worst Behaviour"
Romeo: Yeah, yeah, yeah Yo what up, what up this is Romeo Got my boys Don and Marq Half-Pint: Yeah Batman: What up Kickin' that funky Immature stuff Romeo: For the year Immature: 19-92 Romeo: To the 2000 Batman: Yeah, and we got a special message Goin' out to all you cuties out there And it goes a little something like this Romeo: Serve it up smooth With my honey dip (Yeah) Yeah that's what I want How ya do it I am the boss, Don tosses the bomb Batman: Got a piece of candy Let me break you off some Romeo: Game for the pain I don't want no dummy Batman: Girl let me rub your back Lay down on your tummy Half-Pint: Boo-yah, the onion's kinda phat Romeo: Don is she smooth Half-Pint: Yeah, she all that Chorus: You're all that You're all that You're all that Baby you're all that Batman: Honey, if you can spend some time (If we can spend some time) I think you can learn to kick it with me, ha, yeah I love (I love), the way you work your body Girl you caught my eye Open up (To me) to me I've got that kind of love (Kind of love) The kind I'm sure you'll need (Need) One touch, is never enough (Never enough) Girl you look so fine I want you to be mine Chorus (2x) Batman: I like it when you hold me all against ya (Oh) It is something wanna, on my dreams Girl you smell, so sweet Georgio perfume You should be, with me Background (2x): You're all that (Tell me if you wanna do it baby) You're all that (Tell me if you wanna do it baby) You are, all, that Romeo (Talking): What's up girl You know I've been wantin' to get with you for a long time Cuz you all that, yeah I know you've been watching me too So let's squash on each others' games Let's take it to the next level Cuz you all that Chorus (4x) Batman (Starts talking after 3rd Chorus): Girl, you know I gotta have you cuz you all that Why you makin' me wait like this That ain't right You just gon' break it down something like this, go Romeo: Y'all wanna funky breakdown (Break it down) Y'all wanna funky breakdown (Break it down) Y'all wanna funky breakdown, hit it two times Fellas, bust with the smoove acappelas All, all (Yeah, yeah) All, all (C'mon, c'mon) All, that Background: I've got that kind of love (Kind of love) The kind I'm sure you'll need (Cuz you're all that) Ooh, ooh, baby yeah One touch is never enough (Never enough) Girl you look so fine, I want you to be mine Chorus (Repeat 'til music fades)

Nothing

DUSTY SPRINGFIELD "Dusty"
(Bob Elgin / Frank Augustus / Clarence Lewis) Baby, if a wall of stone were built around your heart Oh, don't you know, don't you know? I would tear the wall apart 'Cause nothing, nothing, nothing, I said no, not nothing Nothing in the world's gonna keep me away from you If a sea of fire, it was surrounding you Oh, don't you know, don't you know? I would find a way to get through Because nothing, nothing, nothing, I said no, not nothing Nothing in the world's gonna keep me away from you I've been listening, baby For one thing, one little thing that I wanna hear Come on and tell me, come on tell me Do you really, really, really, really want me here? Because nothing, nothing, nothing, I said no, not nothing Nothing in the world's gonna keep me away from you Yeah, I'm listening, baby (Nothing in the world's gonna keep me away from you) Yeah, I'm listening, baby For one thing, for one little thing that I wanna hear Come on and tell me, come on and tell me Do you really, really, really, really want me here? Because nothing, nothing, I said nothing, no, no, not nothing Nothing in the world's gonna keep me away from you Oh, I said nothing, I said nothing, I said nothing, no, no, no, no, not nothing Nothing in the world's gonna keep me away from you Yeah, yeah

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