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JAHEIM lyrics - Still Ghetto

Tight Jeans

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[Chorus] You been looking real good lately makin' me feen I know were friends but listen up you can't be coming around me in tight jeans makin me weak I think you really trust me too much You and me been cool since back in middle school Like when we used to clown And run around And act a fool Now that were older I been noticing you bustin out those jeans Never seen that coming up think you know what I mean When other niggaz tried to holla had to let em know Told em none of ya'll ain't good enough the truth be told Cause when I first figure out what love was I was a young blood And you've always been that treasure We've always been together Your not that little girl I once knew anymore I will see you fitting your clothes so well I can tell Your not that girl from junior high school that's for sure Your changing the rules now that your fine as hell [Chorus] Now there you go again on my lap Thinking that I'm in control and I wont react When your form is grown so phat Bout time you know for all that its worth Your killing me softly in those product tops and mini skirts Hots just puttin' work all up in my face gurl what did you think that I'd stop being a man when you came on the block showin your promises on the back of that bike showin just what I like And a woman if you get it you had it cominÂ…gurl Your not that little girl I once knew anymore I will see you fitting your clothes so well I can tell Your not that girl from junior high school that's for sure Your changing the rules now that your fine as hell


ANOUK "For Bitter Or Worse"
I remember you stepped in the store And you kept me standing in one place for way too long There you smiled at me but all that I could say was just 'Hello sir what will it be' You're a Jesus with shoes on I can see the light in your hair It's happening again Ooh baby Well have you told your mom That you won't be coming home Don't you worry now She can do it on her own You shot me In my heart And I just wanna be Your woman Now we're all alone You make me lose my cool I can't deny it and I can't pretend What I see is what I get Your arms around me Here we stand Now I believe that we can make it through Take me as I am it's up to you Can you see the things that nobody else can see Think it over now that you still can Are you though enough to be my man Or will you also try to walk away anyway Well have you told your mom That you won't be coming back Boy you look so fine baby how about upstairs


(Rap) Its your favourite little miss On top of dis ish Showing you how its is When you get your wish Never knew that I could kick it Demolishing the wicked Didn't have to be paper for Me to rip it Displaying qualities that u never existed Coming in from every corner That'll get you twisted Got u wide open When i'm sining my song 5,4,3,2, nah there's only one (Chorus) Only one girl can make a player not a play And only one girl can make a bad boy stay With only one girl the light you will see But I bet you never knew that girl was me I stepped into the room and I Saw that look you can't deny it baby now You've been took now honey it ain't all about What I got cos I guarantee that sugar I'll get you hot (Chorus) Now I know that you're thinking about How to get me u gotta know from the get go It ain't gonna be easy Gotta have everything I want and need Oh yes you do Cos I know for sure, I'm so damn sure That I got that for you, cos there is (Bridge) Take a stop and listen Cos you will reminiscing 'Bout the way that I be getting you The way my heat be sweating I'm a limited edition Never again will I be witnessed And you gotta know you gotta Yes you gotta know baby One is all I want one is all I need If you think you got what I wnat What you waiting on come on Now you realise there's only one Chorus: - Adlibs to fade.....

We Can't Make It Here

JAMES MCMURTRY "Childish Things"
Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign Sitting there by the left turn line Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze One leg missing, both hands free No one's paying much mind to him The V.A. budget's stretched so thin And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war We can't make it here anymore That big ol' building was the textile mill It fed our kids and it paid our bills But they turned us out and they closed the doors We can't make it here anymore See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock They're just gonna set there till they rot 'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack Just busted concrete and rusted tracks Empty storefronts around the square There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score We can't make it here anymore The bar's still open but man it's slow The tip jar's light and the register's low The bartender don't have much to say The regular crowd gets thinner each day Some have maxed out all their credit cards Some are working two jobs and living in cars Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour will go Take a part time job at one of your stores Bet you can't make it here anymore High school girl with a bourgeois dream Just like the pictures in the magazine She found on the floor of the laundromat A woman with kids can forget all that If she comes up pregnant what'll she do Forget the career, forget about school Can she live on faith? live on hope? High on Jesus or hooked on dope When it's way too late to just say no You can't make it here anymore Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store Just like the ones we made before 'Cept this one came from Singapore I guess we can't make it here anymore Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today No I hate the men sent the jobs away I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams All lily white and squeaky clean They've never known want, they'll never know need Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed Their kids won't bleed in the damn little war And we can't make it here anymore Will work for food Will die for oil Will kill for power and to us the spoils The billionaires get to pay less tax The working poor get to fall through the cracks Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps If they can't make it here anymore And that's how it is That's what we got If the president wants to admit it or not You can read it in the paper Read it on the wall Hear it on the wind If you're listening at all Get out of that limo Look us in the eye Call us on the cell phone Tell us all why In Dayton, Ohio Or Portland, Maine Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains That's done closed down along with the school And the hospital and the swimming pool Dust devils dance in the noonday heat There's rats in the alley And trash in the street Gang graffiti on a boxcar door We can't make it here anymore

U Don't Know

JAY-Z "The Blueprint"
[Jay-Z] Turn my music high, high, high, high-er 'You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..' Sure I do.. I'm from the streets where the hood could swallow a man, bullets'll follow a man There's so much coke that you could run the slalom And cops comb the shit top to bottom They say that we are prone to violence, but it's home sweet home Where personalities crash and chrome meets chrome The coke prices up and down like it's Wall Street homes But this is worse than the Dow Jones your brains are now blown all over that brown Brougham, one slip you are now gone Welcome to hell where you are welcome to sell But when them shells come you better return 'em All scars we earn 'em, all cars we learn 'em like the back of our hand We watch for cops hoppin out the back of van Wear a G on my chest, I don't need that for damn This ain't a sewn outfit homes, homes is about it Was clappin them flamers before I became famous For playin me y'all shall forever remain nameless I am Hov' Sure I do, I tell you the difference between me and them They tryin to get they ones, I'm tryin to get them M's One million, two million, three million, four In just five years, forty million more You are now lookin at the forty million boy I'm rapin Def Jam 'til I'm the hundred million man R., O., C. 'You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..' That's where you're wrong I came into this motherfucker a hundred grand strong Nine to be exact, from grindin G-packs Put this shit in motion ain't no rewindin me back Could make 40 off a brick but one rhyme could beat that And if somebody woulda told 'em that Hov' would sell clothin Heh, not in this lifetime, wasn't in my right mind That's another difference that's between me and them Heh, I'm smarten up, open the market up One million, two million, three million, four In eighteen months, eighty million more Now add that number up with the one I said before You are now lookin at one smart black boy Momma ain't raised no fool Put me anywhere on God's green earth, I'll triple my worth Motherfucker - I, will, not, lose 'You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..' Put somethin on it I sell ice in the winter, I sell fire in hell I am a hustler baby, I'll sell water to a well I was born to get cake, move on and switch states Cop the Coupe with the roof gone and switch plates Was born to dictate, never follow orders Dickface, get your shit straight, fucka this is Big Jay I.. hahahaha.. 'You don't know.. what you're doing, doing, doing, doing..' .. will, not, lose, ever.. FUCKA!

Walk This Way

RUN DMC "Raising Hell"
[Run-D.M.C.] Now there's a backseat/lover That's always under/cover And I talk til my daddy say Said you ain't seen/nuthin Til you're down on her/muffin And there's sure to be a change in ways Now there's a cheer/leader That's a real big/pleaser As far as I can remi/nisce But the best thing/love it Was her sister and her/cousin And it started with a little kiss, like this She starts/swingin With the boys in/tune And her feet just fly up in the air Singin hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle And they swingin like it just don't care So I took a big/chance At the high school/dance With a lady who was ready to play It wasn't me she was/foolin Cause she knew what was she was/doin when she told me how to walk this way [Chorus: Run-D.M.C. and Aerosmith] She told me to Walk this way! Talk this way! [repeat 2X] [repeat all 2X] Well just gimme a kiss/some head! Oooh, a-like this! [Run-D.M.C.] School girl/sleazy With a/classy kind of sassy Little skirt hangin way up her knee It was three young ladies In the school gym/locker And they find they were lookin D I was high school/loser Never made it with a/lady Til a boy told me somethin I missed That my next door/neighbor had a daughter/had a favor And I gave the girl just a little kiss, like this [Aerosmith] She starts swingin with the boys in the school with her feet flyin up in the air Singing hey diddle diddle with a kitty in the middle I was swingin like I didn't care So I took a big chance at the high school dance With a miss who was ready to play Wasn't me she was foolin cause she knew what she was doin when she told me how to walk this way [Chorus]

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