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Baby, Cool Your Jets

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Baby, cool your jets is what I say When crazy eyes are shot my way I need a fix and I need one quick You know the things that make me tick Yeah I wanna breathe and I'm on my knees 'Cause I need some breathing room! Baby, cool your jets is what I say The consequence is what you'll pay Behind my back you play your tricks You know the things that make me sick Yeah I wanna breathe and I'm on my knees 'Cause I need some breathing room! Yeah I wanna breathe, beggin' darlin' please 'Cause I need some breathin' room! Calling off all bets 'Til you cool your jets Baby, cool your jets Baby, cool your jets is what I say It never had to end this way Killing the vibe when you up and quit I'm glad you're gone but you will be missed

Too Much Room (Featuring Mystical)

GERALD LEVERT "G-Spot"
feat. Mystikal [Mystikal] Ow, good God (I'm down at the club, y'all, yeah) Boogie down baby (Move ya) Shake what ya mama made I see by how you movin' You could take it, take it, take it Hips don't lie, her booty be talkin' Grip your thighs We ain't gon' let no big fat woman come pump us We gon' get so bodacious and rambunctious Get down baby, don't let nothin' hold ya back Daddy movin' in, I'm 'bout to close the jam [Gerald] I'm on fire When you're moving that thing at me Got me burnin' I need your body up close to me My emotions Got me feelin' real freakily Don't be nervous I'm gonna whoop ya like it's s'pose to be, baby 1 - Do you wanna party baby Shakin' what yo' mama gave ya Just wanna dance, I wanna dance Don't cha be ashamed to back that thing up It's too much room (It's scandalous) Too much, too much room babe, babe 2 - There's too much room up in here Put your hand a little closer babe So you can feel me shake it Yeah, yeah, come on babe Baby, but you can handle it, it's scandalous There's too much room up in here Put your hand a little closer babe So you can feel me shake it Yeah, yeah, come on babe Baby, but you can handle it, it's scandalous You give me a fever Cuz I'm runnin' like a rent-it sign Ain't no reason We can't do it to new styles Can't you feel me And you know that it's gettin' hard To control it Baby girl, I'mma have to call the cops Come on, babe Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Repeat 2 Here we go, here we go now [Mystikal] Talk to me, Hello, what's that? A duet with Mystikal and Gerald? Hell yeah, yeah, you right fo' sure (Damn right) Get on the flo', Electra Records About as fire as a bottle with a jar of peppers Bad motha fuckin' baboon Cuz baby if I can't reach it There's too much damn room Repeat 1 Repeat 2 [Gerald] Uh oh Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah Sing it again Ooh, ooh, ooh, oooh, oh well, well, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Back that thing up on the bed And move it, I can take a big bed shakin' My temperature's risin' and I feel your thighs bending Don't deny, I can take it It's too much room, all this room Tellin' me not to be all over you babe It's too much room, all this room Tellin' me not to do all the things I wanna do baby Yeah, get a little closer baby Don't cha be ashamed

Big Buts

SIR MIX-A-LOT
[Intro] Oh, my, god. Becky, look at her butt. It is so big. *scoff* She looks like, one of those rap guys' girlfriends. But, y'know, who understands those rap guys? *scoff* They only talk to her, because, she looks like a total prostitute, 'kay? I mean, her butt, is just so big. *scoff* I can't believe it's just so round, it's like, out there, I mean - gross. Look! She's just so ... black! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like big butts and I can not lie You other brothers can't deny That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung, wanna pull out your tongue 'Cause you notice that butt was stuffed Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha And take your picture My homeboys tried to warn me But with that butt you got makes me feel so horny Ooh, Rump-o'-smooth-skin You say you wanna get in my Benz? Well, use me, use me 'Cause you ain't that average groupy I've seen them dancin' The hell with romancin' She's sweat, wet, Got it goin' like a turbo 'Vette I'm tired of magazines Sayin' flat butts are the thing Take the average black man and ask him that She gotta pack much back So, fellas! (Yeah!) Fellas! (Yeah!) Has your girlfriend got the butt? (Hell yeah!) Tell 'em to shake it! (Shake it!) Shake it! (Shake it!) Shake that healthy butt! Baby got back! (LA face with Oakland booty) Baby got back! [Sir Mix-a-Lot] I like 'em round, and big And when I'm throwin' a gig I just can't help myself, I'm actin' like an animal Now here's my scandal I wanna get you home And ugh, double-up, ugh, ugh I ain't talkin' bout Playboy 'Cause silicone parts are made for toys I want 'em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mix-a-Lot's in trouble Beggin' for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Watchin' these bimbos walkin' like hoes You can have them bimbos I'll keep my women like Flo Jo A word to the thick soul sistas, I wanna get with ya I won't cuss or hit ya But I gotta be straight when I say I wanna *fuck* Til the break of dawn Baby got it goin' on A lot of simps won't like this song 'Cause them punks like to hit it and quit it And I'd rather stay and play 'Cause I'm long, and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So, ladies! {Yeah!} Ladies! {Yeah} If you wanna role in my Mercedes {Yeah!} Then turn around! Stick it out! Even white boys got to shout Baby got back! Baby got back! Yeah, baby ... when it comes to females, Cosmo ain't got nothin' to do with my selection. 36-24-36? Ha ha, only if she's 5'3'. [Sir Mix-a-Lot] So your girlfriend rolls a Honda, playin' workout tapes by Fonda But Fonda ain't got a motor in the back of her Honda My anaconda don't want none Unless you've got buns, hun You can do side bends or sit-ups, But please don't lose that butt Some brothers wanna play that 'hard' role And tell you that the butt ain't gold So they toss it and leave it And I pull up quick to retrieve it So Cosmo says you're fat Well I ain't down with that! 'Cause your waist is small and your curves are kickin' And I'm thinkin' bout stickin' To the beanpole dames in the magazines: You ain't it, Miss Thing! Give me a sista, I can't resist her Red beans and rice didn't miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis 'Cause his girls are on my list He had game but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get wit 'em So ladies, if the butt is round, And you want a triple X throw down, Dial 1-900-MIXALOT And kick them nasty thoughts Baby got back! (Little in the middle but she got much back) [4x]

I'm In

JACK & JACK
Days go by, And you feel the heartbreak start to settle in like a dose of medicine Yeah, you better believe my whole life I've been waiting for somebody like you Could hold me down and keep the ropes tied No lie I never thought the day would come where me and you would part ways And even though we're in a hard phase Can't forget, looking up at that sky when we would stargaze Yeah, I'm so amazed by what we had and how it vanished in a blink of an eye I was yours, you were mine Unbelievable feelings would rush upon me everytime I would look at you But really look at you Late nights, me and you and nobody else We're better together, as cliché as it sounds Let me break it down If we could start over it would mean the world to me I'll make you happy as a girl could be Give me a chance (one chance girl) I need the soft touch of your skin All I wanna hear is baby I'm in Yeahh Baby I'm in Yeeaah Oh baby I'm in Woah Baby I'm, in, yeah (yeah) yeah You're the girl for me and I know that You ain't gotta cut me no slack Go step by step take it slow, yeah I wanna make sure we get it right We get it right (get it right) This time Okay, maybe I didn't give you enough attention Maybe it was the girl that I was supposedly kissin' Maybe it was because I wouldn't take you out to eat And I would rather make you somethin' in the kitchen I don't know But whatever it is I'd rather talk it out than sit here and play these childish games Speakin' of childish games I'd go through chutes and ladders or to the end of a maze To go back to the days when I was all that you crave Together we laid, a couple kids who together made up a couple unphased By anything or anyone in their way It's your choice if you leave or if you stay Damn I know you miss it too And you know that I'm missin' you And as long as the skies are blue, I'm right here (so) Give me a chance (one chance girl) I need the soft touch of your skin All I wanna hear is baby I'm in Yeahh Baby I'm in Yeeaah Oh baby I'm in Woah Baby I'm, in, yeah (yeah) yeah You're the girl for me and I know that You ain't gotta cut me no slack Go step by step take it slow, yeah I wanna make sure we get it right We get it right (get it right) This time Baby I'm in Baby I'm in Come on, baby Come on, yeah yeaahh All I wanna hear is baby I'm in Yeahh Baby I'm in Yeeaah Oh baby I'm in Woah Baby I'm, in, yeah (yeah) yeah You're the girl for me and I know that You ain't gotta cut me no slack Go step by step take it slow, yeah I wanna make sure we get it right We get it right (get it right) This time

Come Inside My Room

DAVE HOLLISTER "Ghetto Hymns"
Come Inside My Room (DH = Dave Hollister ... FV = Female voice) [DH] *laughs* [FV] What you laughin' at? [DH] Oh man, so you say you wanna be down, huh? [FV] Yes baby, all the way down [DH] I don't know, nah... So what, you think you can hang? [FV] After tonight, you'll be wondering if YOU can hang [DH] I don't know about that *door opens* [FV] From the back baby? [DH] C'mon, c'mon 1 - [Dave] Come inside my room We can do whatever you like But girl, make sure it's nasty And you gotta make sure it's tight Come inside my room Girl, I hope you got it deep Gotta be nice and freaky If you wanna swing with me When you get in my room baby, I ain't tryin' to play Cuz you know my steelo, I gets busy all damn day Night time is the best time Cuz the freaks come out at night So if you ain't freaky Then baby, this room for you ain't right Repeat 1 Come inside my room... [FV] Yeah.. Hmmm.. [DH] Yeah So what's up, you wanna try me? [FV] What you think? [DH] Aiight But you better come wit it Ya know what I'm sayin'? [FV] I got this, come on [DH] Now close the door *door closes*

I'm Real (Remix)

JENNIFER LOPEZ
[Jennifer Lopez (Ja Rule)] (What's my motherfuckin' name?) R-U-L-E (Blowin' back on this Mary Jane, I'm analyzin' the game) And the game done chose me (To bring pain to pussy niggaz and pussy hoes, it's one in the same) Ever since you told me (There's only room for two, I've been makin' less room for you) Now only God can hold me (Hug me, love me, judge me, the only Man that hovers above me, holla) I met so many men and It's like their all the same My appetite for lovin' Is now my hunger pain And when I'm feelin' sexy Who's gonna comfort me My only problem is Their insecurity [1] - [Jennifer Lopez (Ja Rule)] (Tired of bein' alone) Yeah, yeah (Sick of arguin on the phone) Yeah, yeah (Are you tellin' all your friends) Yeah, yeah (That your nigga don't understand) My love [2] - [Jennifer Lopez (Ja Rule)] Cause I'm real (The way you walk, the way you move, the way you talk) Cause I'm real (The way you stare, the way you look, your style, your hair) Cause I'm real (The way you smile, the way you smell, it drives me wild) Cause I'm real And I can't go on without you [Ja Rule] Girl, I've been thinkin' bout this relationship And I wanna know is this as good as it gets Cause we've been through the worst times and the best times But it was our time, even if it was part-time Now they've been lookin' at me, smilin' at me, laughin' like we wasn't happy But not knowin', ever growin' and we're gettin' married Hard lovin' and straight thuggin' Bitch, I ain't doin' this shit for nuttin' I'm here to get it poppin', hoppin, let's ride up in the Benz Hair blowin' in the wind, sun glistenin' off my skin, hey I'm nasty, heh, you know me But you still don't fuck with your baby [Repeat 2] [Jennifer Lopez] Now people lovin' me and hatin' me, treatin' me ungratefully But not knowin' that they ain't makin' or breakin' me My life I live it to the limit and I love it Now I can breathe again, baby, now I can breathe again Now people screamin' what the deal with you and so and so I tell them niggas, mind their biz, but they don't hear me though Cause I live my life to the limit and I love it Now I could breathe again, baby, now I could breathe again [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2 till end]

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