JAKE MILLER lyrics - Spotlight

Runnin'

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Pack your bags and let’s go First thing tomorrow morning Say goodbye to all that we know Leave a note in your room as a warning That you took a lifelong vacation And you probably won’t return home Don’t care about the destination as long as we are alone When sun comes up let’s roll grab your stuff let’s go We on cruise control (yeah we on cruise control) Top back with the windows down Yeah girl let’s teach this town Start a new chapter Write a new story baby let’s hit the ground [Chorus:] Running [x3] Pack your bags baby let’s go Stop at nothing, nothing, nothing Flying down the open road Yeah Let’s keep on runnin baby, Let’s keep on runnin We’ll leave it all behind, We won’t stop at nothing Just keep on running baby Just keep on running [repeat] Hit the ground runnin Uh, yeah Let’s start this journey We could wake up extra early And leave all the world still sleepin Just follow me and don’t worry Yeah Your heart’s my compass I could take you wherever you please I’ll even let you drive, baby girl Just take my keys When the sun comes up Let’s roll grab your stuff Let’s go we on cruise control (yeah we on cruise control) Top back with the windows down Yeah girl let’s teach this town Start a new chapter Write a new story Baby let’s hit the ground [Back To Chorus] Yeah we be rockin and rollin There ain’t no stopping or slowin Yeah we be comin and goin Leavin town with no warnin Woah [x2] [Back To Chorus]

Summer Jam

JAKE OWEN "Endless Summer"
[Verse 1:] You're the flops on my feet The top down on my jeep You're the watermelon sticky-lip Kiss on my cheek You're the kick in the cup Pretty girl, you know what's up You a skinny little dip in the creek You're the shades that hide the rays You're even sweeter than my sweet nanny's lemonade Yeah you're hotter than a tiki Midnight sneaky Out my back window, girl, You comin' out to meet me, yeah [Chorus:] Turn it up girl, You're turning me on I wanna spin you like a record Here forever long You know I'm digging what you're doing Grooving just like you're grooving Hit that playback Let's get back to it now. You and Me we're like a simple song Yeah so damn easy to sing along, I don't need a guitar or a band, Cause baby you're my Summer Jam [Verse 2:] You're the sun on my face, The cold beer in the case You're the little tan legs swinging off of my gate You're the moon in my shine, You're the rap in my rhyme, You ain't a 7, 8, 9, Naw, Girl you're a dime You're the shades that hide the rays You're even cooler than my cooler When I'm chilling on the lake Yah you finer than fine, You put the good in the time, You're the fireworks flyin' on the fourth of july So Come On! [Chorus:] Turn it up girl, You're turning me on I wanna spin you like a record Here forever long You know I'm digging what you're doing Grooving just like you're grooving Hit that playback Let's get back to it now. You and Me we're like a simple song Yeah so damn easy to sing along, I don't need a guitar or a band, Cause baby you're my Summer Jam [Verse 3 (Florida Georgia Line):] Don't need no "Sweet Home Alabam'" I don't want a Jukebox, baby, I don't need a beat to dance All I need is You and Me, You know that baby You're my little shottie hottie driving me crazy You're the melody that gets me poppin' There ain't no stopping when we get to rocking C'mon [Chorus:] Turn it up girl, You're turning me on I wanna spin you like a record Here forever long You know I'm digging what you're doing Grooving just like you're grooving Hit that playback Let's get back to it now. You and Me we're like a simple song Yeah so damn easy to sing along, I don't need a guitar or a band, Cause baby you're my Summer Jam (All I need is You and Me, You know that baby You're the melody that Drives me Crazy) I don't need a guitar or a band, (Aww yeah) Cause baby you're my Summer Jam

J.a.y.o.

Jayo Felony "Whatcha Gonna Do"
Aaaaaaaw Yeah Y'all know what's up with this right here. No playa haters allowed so everybody's not invited. So y'all got to keep y'all distance. Mind your own you'll live long. Yeah. Check me out. (1st Verse): These jealous mental cowards got they eyes closed They didn't see me creeping up from behind they want to be me But I ain't trippin sippin on something 90 proof From the floor to the roof I spit this game to youth By any means, dreams of being a lot more than poor If you ain't helping your family, then what you living for? You'd rather talk about the next man, like a busta Fool, don't make me reach out and touch ya Then never sleep again, just comprehend, don't playa hate And real ballers keep their pagers on vibrate Never try to floss and show off your stacking On the low, that's if you wanna stay away from the popos Known to attract heat like DeNiro, scandalous federalies Got their eyes on the whole state of Cali You wanna be a playa in this game but you gonna watch me win it Trying to escape reality...in four minutes (Chorus): Four minutes of funk-Get off your rump-move your bottom off the tree stump-ladies looking pretty, from city to city-and now I'm getting down to the nitty gritty. From the bottom to the top, top to the bottom, come on Bullet Loc and get funky while we got 'em. (2nd verse): Gas or cash, ain't no free ride, Felony got love coming from both sides About to blow it up and that's on me, Ready to bring it on Man y'all gon' see, I tell my homie to give me a refill 'Cause I don't give a damn, they got me standing on porkchop hill With the most of my mind gone, just because a youngsta wanna get his grind on - Fool kill that! I'm trying to feed my household, what should I do? To survive, I got to work for you? Increase the minumum wage, but you will never make me happy Huh,but a real nigga keep it nappy, Yeah so I connect With E-A-Ski for bomb songs, when they hear the record they wanna sing along, my business straight now the industries about to be dealed Soon as I hit the world up with four minutes. (Chorus) (3rd verse) And if you ever say you can see me, it don't compute It's like walking through hell with a gasoline package suit I'm unfadable with this and about to show ya, time's up, I'm about to overthrow ya, it was nice to know ya I'm comin' with it to move 'em all, Never be no coward Keep hitting your enemy unil they fall y'all And to my females that's never faking and paper chasing Time is just too valuable to be wasting On the independent stroke or with a ? I'm down with ya, let's put our heads together and now we get richer We got to get it while it's good to get Let's put it down, hit em up by suprise and then we leave town Don't you like the sound of that? Him skinny and me fat Count it up and split it 50/50 back at the flat To the end we represent-we in it to win it Trying to escape reality in four minutes (Chorus)

In My Business

MC LYTE "Seven Seven"
[Intro] Hehah yeah...yeah...yeah...yeah...come on [Chorus] I can't make a mistake Missing the dancefloor shake I gotta get to the floor I gotta get to the floor (2x) [MC Lyte] Romancing in the dark I spark the light It's allright tonight I gotta get the mic As I smoke the crowd I spike red eye Crippin' them Heinekens they don't know where they been Baby got backseat rollin' like Tandy But you look for good luck, swing in the Expo G I mean no harm, but that lucky jog You need to ditch it quik, get with the Brooklyn bomb I be, we be, pumpin' the spot G Wherever we be, we hit directly It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Come here, let's rap 'n taste a little Floor's too high, not to jiggle in the middle of tender ?? Celphone, all chrome, ???, come home we double chrome But I can't make a mistake, hmmm Leave the dancefloor now (uhn uhn, no no) I'm on this somethin', he bubble in the sugar baby Shoulda, woulda, coulda, that ain't need baby When I step into ya Miss Rock-y (?) frame I change the game, it'll never look the same Upstructed, abstracted, my tactic, fantastic It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus] [MC Lyte] Yeah...here he come, lookin' like he 21 Knowing damn well, he too could get done But he got a partner, and that ain't too hard to fix Once I slide up in the mix Suggin' it baby, from right to left Jigged out, gotta pick ya out from what's left It's no mistery, the way ya humpin' and bumpin' No what you comin' home with me? I'm-gon'-get-some-satisfaction The way you comin' at me with the action You betta know it, when ya dealing with the poet Whatever crap you got, you betta show it It's been so long, we gotta get it on To this song, my song, now sing along come on I can't make a mistake, I can't make a mistake [Chorus]

Twisted

JERZEE MONET "Love & War"
(feat. Ja Rule) [Jerzee] Play...turn up in my ear just a tad bit [Ja Rule] Baby who got you twisted In a way that chu be missin The love that we share The time that was rare Sex drive at 50 As we swerve on them shorties Goin through red lights Baby ain't that funny Now I ask you Now I need you Before you know it Ya girlfriends tryna reach you Am I twisted Cause you is my mistress Good and all Cause you be always there When I call [Chorus] Your love Has got Me twisted, yeah Baby I will admit it, ooo The way I feel When I'm with you So every day of my life It feels like paradise [Jerzee] I can feel your footsteps in the wind I can smell your scent every now and then I can walk to a certain place And swore I just saw your face I know you say that you care Even though you're never there Boy, I swear I can taste your love in the air [JA RULE] Baby who got you twisted [Chorus] [Jerzee] I know you say the things I do Aren't always right for you But I confess my love is true Cause my love is only for you I know you say that chu care Even though you're never there Boy, I swear I can taste your love in the air Yeah, yeah, yeah [Bridge] That's just the way it is When you fall in love the right way Don't let this go And be on your own Cause I won't settle for nobody else [JA RULE] Baby who got you twisted [Chorus] [JA RULE] See everyday of my life Without you is critical I'm gettin confused I'm starting to lose My mind Remember the times We rived in the Porsche When the police And ended up sexin on the beach Them was good times And good livin Even the Lord is forgivin You can forgive the Ru for forbidden My heart to get involved wit it Just so cold I need you to warm my soul Before I'm twisted [Chorus]

Play How You Want

PINK
Ha ha [Pink] Ohhh oohhhhh Yeah yeah. Are you ready For Pink and Cuban Link? Are you ready? Ohh oooh. [Pink] Its Pink and Cuban Link. This is the club with a latin swing. So if ya wit' it baby Blaze up a blunt Drink till your drunk. Ain't no rules Where we're from. Do your thing. Play how you want Its Pink and Cuban Link Cause he be shinin' like a diamond ring. Now we be bringin it straight from the Bronx Drinkin dom prignon Till six in the mornin' There's a party goin on! Yeah, yo Mommas be lickin their lips Lookin as if they wanna give me a kiss Shakin' their hips I'm so good that they be givin me tips Is it perhaps That they think I'm really handsome and s**t Or just the fact that I'm latin And I'm packin the dick No matter what it is i'm wit' it Don't be actin' shy or timid If you want it i'm-a give it No gimicks and sky's the limit Baby, don't stop Get it, get it Pump that pussy Lemme hit it If you wit' it Admit it I don't talk it I live it Give it a minute And I'm already half way there There's isn't still not a player With your ass in the air Takin your underwear's off Cause I just dont care Dead in the middle of the dance floor Naked, oh yeah Take it and get it Cause the rhythm got you shakin' your rear You got a glare Like you haven't been Fucked in a year Touchin' your hair While I whisper Sweet nothins in your ear Love champagne But I'd just rather Guzzle a beer Come over hear, honey Cause you ain't got nothin to fear Get somethin clear I'm a player But you can trust me dear So look it here If there's a party Mami, meet me at the pier We can stay in Manhattan And have a passionate affair Yeah, yeah [Pink] Its Pink and Cuban Link. This is the club with a latin swing. So if ya wit' it baby Blaze up a blunt Drink till your drunk. Ain't no rules Where we're from. Do your thing. Play how you want Its Pink and Cuban Link Cause he be shinin' like a diamond ring. Now we be bringin it straight from the Bronx Drinkin dom prignon Till six in the mornin' There's a party goin on! [Cuban Link] New York City Where the thugs out Get the snub tucked under the gut while I'm in the club In a tuxedo gettin buffed out 'Nuff clout Bobbin' up and down With the rough style Of a tough crowd Guess I'm buck wild Now it's Uptown's in the house Without a doubt I'm from the South Bronx I love it when they Put it in their mouth Make 'em shout Shake your body Mami, stick that tongue out Break it down Cuban Link is gonna leave you strung out But no doubt Freak out We gonna have some fun now Rock the crowd Bump it loud From sunrise to sundown Check the files I'm a wild dude Loud buddah Pile drive you Just like Raul I betcha I make you do what I do Besides, boo People, when they lie, tell the truth I have you flyin' through the roof Just come and ride it for the proof Its Mr. Cuban Link, baby And I'll do my thing, baby Whether the rappin' or singin In Spanish, English or Reggae But baby, baby Mamita, dame un beso asi Its all on me But only if the sex for free [Dialogue] Pink: Papi, where do you want me to kiss you at? On your chest? Cuban Link: A little lower, baby. Pink: Where on your belly button? Cuban Link: A lil' on the left. Oh that's what I'm talkin' about. [Pink] Its Pink and Cuban Link. This is the club with a latin swing. So if ya wit' it baby Blaze up a blunt Drink till your drunk. Ain't no rules Where we're from. Do your thing. Play how you want Its Pink and Cuban Link Cause he be shinin' like a diamond ring. Now we be bringin it straight from the Bronx Drinkin dom prignon Till six in the mornin' There's a party goin on! [Cuban Link] Non Stop!

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