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JIMMY FALLON lyrics - Blow Your Pants Off

New French Girlfriend

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Talkin' about my new french girlfriend We met yesterday her name's Renee Armpit hairs and black berets. She drinks her coffee on ambrettes She always looks like she's depressed She smokes before, during, and after sex yeah. Talkin' about my new french girlfriend Dresses like a mime likes cheese and wine And we share the same bra size. And she made me grow a thin mustache And now I look just like her dad Coincidentally his name is Renee too yeah And when we kiss nothin' but tongue She hasn't showered in a month And did I mention The bitch don't like to shower.

Where The Party At (So So Def Remix)

JAGGED EDGE "Jagged Little Thrill"
(feat. Da Brat, J.D., Lil' Bow Wow,Nelly,R.O.C.) [Jermaine Dupri:] Uh haha Remix All I see over here ain't nothin' but a lot of honies lookin' for man And niggas with a lot of money, bottles in they hand And short shirts, honies tryin' to show that slow (show that) Lined up tryin' to get through the velvet ropes 'Cause over here when the jam drops everybody bug Standin' on the couches like this our club Got the Bacardi and Cristal mixed in too (yeah) Knowin' in the morning I'm a feel the blues (uh huh) Now the jam keeps droppin' and the drinks keep comin' and the girls keep talkin' to me (talkin' to you) I mean shit straight poppin' everybody jumpin' Makin' it hard for me to leave (oh) [Da Brat:] All you gotta do is call me and I'll come runnin' to where the party at I keep a fat sack in the backpack So what's happenin' In every city I'm rappin' in If it's a after splash I'm the last cat in Get in, purrin' tight like virgin Like snow, flurrin' The party begins when the slurpin' ends (oh) You do me I do you Spend a night with boo-boo Let's have a private party for two But it's gotta be pumpin' in order for me to get cream Runnin' to the border for Colombian's green Studyin' horniculture My green thumb keeps them water vapors twistin' I freak until I cum I keeps it number one [Hook - Jagged Edge {Jermaine Dupri}:] Uh ooooooooooh (Uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooh (Uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooh {Yo, yo R.O.C.} (Uh oh oh oh) Uh ooooooooooh (Uh oh oh oh) If the party's where you're at, just let me know [R.O.C.:] Uh, uh Now here we go, how 'bout another shot of henney I heard the apple martini happen to help plenty Mami ven aqui, the party's over here!! But the hustlers, gangsters, thugs is over here!! Get wit' us (why) We true ballers like the Sixers We all hoppin' out of sixes Mines is black, Jermaine's is champagne Jagged Edge in the blue, black and pearl white and gray What a sight to be seen (uh) So So Def's the crew I thought you knew It's a beautiful thing (so beautiful) I mean there's nothin' like us it's true The sun could retire if the rocks we got get any brighter WHOA!! Once the man and the game that I kick begins My nickname is ESPN Now if ya jewels is blue and ya goose is gray Mix in the O.J. and let's party away [Hook] [Nelly:] Just show me where that party at dirty Somewhere where it's crackin' right around one-thirty Never get done too early I'm comiin' as is.... UHHH!!! Doo-rags and Tims I'm rollin' pass his... UHHH!!! His little Jag and Benz with the Rolls Not the one with the stems, the one with the rims The one that seems to make more enemies than friends I'm slidin' in pass doors, both eyes closed Both arms rose, both charms froze With the S-O SO D-E dot F Buyin' bottles bottles, until it ain't none left I'm quick to go left, I plays with no ref I Jams mo' than Def, baby show me the club I'm like... 'Ay, where that bacardi at' Mix it with the Cris' baby, what's wrong with that We in the VIP twisted, down right spliffed it Two way and shit, ooh they makin' like they mislit, missed it [Jagged Edge {Lil' Bow Wow}:] Left side just put ya hands up, throw 'em up Right side just put ya hands up, throw 'em up Everybody put ya hands up, throw 'em up When the beat come back around everybody do it again Do the eastside run this mutha for ya (Hell yeah!!) Do my southside run this mutha for ya (Hell yeah!!) And them haters and hittin' on, ain't talkin' 'bout us (Uh ooooh) {O-H-I-O} And they look like... (Uh ooooh) If the party's where you're at, just let me know {C-O, sick flow} [Lil' Bow Wow:] Yo, this lil' cat got girls Cat got flows, roll up in the party, snuck in the back door I don't mean no harm, I just heard it was rockin' Let me party witcha 'til the cops come knockin' I'm tryin' to see what all the fuss about Bounce a little bit before they put me out I'm like the sun - this lil' cat got beam Got girls 21 wishin' they was 14 (haha) That's the affect that this phenom Bow Weezy When I do it I do it like it's for TV They might come close but you and I both know they can't see me I'm a So So Def representative Young niggas in the game they was born to live And we do what we do, we don't talk no smack And we always know where the party at, bling (bling bling) [Jagged Edge] {Jermaine Dupri} Ay, where the party at {Tell 'em} Girls is on the way, where the Bacardi at {J.E. y'all} Models and models, talkin' all of that Know I can't forget about my thugs {C'mon} (Where the party at) And all my girls {Yeah} (Where the party at) Up in the club {Uh, yo} (Where the party at) {Tigah} If they party's where you're at, let me here you say [Tigah:] Man I rip flows, get dough everytime I rip shows Rip hoes, when we mash out in Chevy's and fours Niggas know they ain't heard it like this before Whenever we pull up on the strip they like 'Oh!!!' Chickens know me, hundred dollar mac and shorts Tank tops and Polies If it's 'bout cash, I'm gas chick, I'm on E On e'rything Me and Jagged, everytime we hit the club This nigga's off the chain!!! You can believe that And if you don't, come on down here where you can see that Anything you wanna be, best believe I be's that (oh) Where the G's at Where the keys at Where the 22's on them SUV's at Gotta have that from the do' And gotta get me some mo' Man you think I'm goin' on a groupie, no Spot me with a fifth in the velvet room Crown Royale while J.E. spit this velvet tune It's over (over) Dog

Simple Things

USHER "Confessions"
Yeah, uhh They say money can't buy you love They say money can't buy you love They never seem to listen I'm all ears Just copped your girl a brand new Rolex But you can never find the time to spend at home Thinkin' it's gon' keep her happy When time is all she wanted all along [Chorus] It's the simple things in life we forget You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said Why do you make something so easy so complicated Searching for what's right in front of your face But you can't see it So you think that you know what's important Steady chasin' your fame and your fortune But you don't know You're chasing a dime losin' a treasure Those dollars don't make sense to me at all Ooh, it goes Duh da duh da You give her spending money Duh da duh da But all she wanna spend is time alone (tonight) Keep givin' her The finer things but But she don't really need that If you don't stop you're You're gonna end up alone (alone) The world without love (duh duh da duh da) Why would you do it [Chorus x2] It's the simple things in life we forget You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said Why do you make something so easy so complicated Searching for what's right in front of your face But you can't see it It's the simple things in life we forget You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said Why do you make something so easy so complicated Searching for what's right in front of your face But you can't see it (listen) Stop tryna buy her love 'cuz you won't ever have enough There's always someone with more than you You need to pay her attention Give her what she needs Do the simple things Before you lose your girl to me Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeeah Yeeeah yeah Play on playa Yeah Your girl comin' wit' me shorty, haha I'm tellin' you man 'cuz u know [Chorus] It's the simple things in life we forget You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said Why do you make something so easy so complicated Searching for what's right in front of your face But you can't see it You better look out I hear you talkin', i hear you talkin' (ha) But what are you saying Oh hoo oh hooo Don't be a fool You got a good thing Man are you blind Stupid or crazy? You got a good thing (uh) You got a good thing Special lady You better hold on And give her what she want Before she move on Man I tell you cars, clothes, and fancy things don't mean a damn thing If you ain't kickin it baby [Chorus] It's the simple things in life we forget You hear her talkin' but don't hear what she said Why do you make something so easy so complicated Searching for whats right in front of your face But you can't see it [Fade] Don't let this be the thing you'll always regret, no It's right there, it's right there

Girlfriend / Boyfriend

BLACKSTREET "Finally"
(feat. Janet Jackson) [Teddy] Blackstreet, JJ Come on Uh, uh, uh, uh Yeah, what what [Teddy and Janet] What's up girlfriend What's up boyfriend Yo meet my girlfriend Meet my boyfriend This is my girlfriend This is my boyfriend So what's up girlfriend So what's up boyfriend Yeah you know, uh huh, what's up [Teddy] I can't get her off my back Give her a little love she don't know how to act She be gettin' mad 'cause I don't want her back I didn't know honey gets down like that Now girl I gotta watch us pack This female is a fatal attract Maybe 'cause she got zipper to jack She didn't know I puts it down like that that's why... [Teddy] [1] - Girlfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause she ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone She keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that she lovin' me But my girlfriend said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Uh, pick it up JJ one time [Janet Jackson] I can't get him out of my hair Had the boy playin' truth or dare Callin' my phone this is where I be Boy said, sweetie you're my main squeeze It's 2am and he's back again Arms on my waist, all in my way Boy there must be more spice than this [Janet] [2] - Boyfriend on the phone Call me all day on the telephone Blowin' up my beeper 'cause he ready to bone Played me once, won't leave me alone He keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that he's lovin' me But my baby said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it [Ja Rule] Yeah, turn the lights off, it's about to get plenty dark You wasn't smart, you started fuckin' Ja with your heart If I ripped it apart don't hate me, thank me baby If my world was yours it would drive you crazy 'Cause I love what I do, like fuckin' you hoes and soon Talk to your tears until you feel there's something to prove And with nothing to lose I can see you being a tease You fuckin' with me, just know we fuckin' for free [Eve] Yeah I know that you was lost, first bite had you tossed E-V-E, caramel skin bitch cost And before you stroke the kitty nigga better break off Nigga wanna fuckin' run, better shake off Show me something, diamonds and the furs ain't nothin' Impress me, bless me with a Hummer, think I'm frontin' Big cat with the big gat ready to fuck One nutt you done screamin' 'damn baby I'm stuck!' [Ja Rule] Why in the world would you continue to run my way Got hit once, found out that I don't play What the deal mami Who pushed you through the irony of Fuckin' and suckin' me, splitin' the coke with me [Eve] Yeah you used to have me flippin' All your ex-hoes had me bitchin' Daddy, I never front, your dick game keep me twitchin' (no doubt) How can you deny this freak Shhh...no need to speak, just meet me on Blackstreet [Repeat 1] [Repeat 2] [Repeat 1 and repeat 2 (at the same time)] [Both] She/he keep paging me, calling me, stalking me, hawkin' me Followin' me, telling me that s/he lovin' me But my baby/girlfriend said, just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it Just handle it I can't handle it [Teddy] We out

Girlfriend Remix

B2K
*R Kelly*A Yo yo Dave Mack you know we had to go and do a remix it just wouldn't be right baby, B2K, flip it *Omarion* Just copped a bently and its parked in my garage A 2 o*clock appointment for my massage And everywhere they go they know just who we are There they go its them ghetto superstars *R Kelly* The latest throw back and them ones on my feet so, watch ya step im tryna keep em clean *Omarion* All of the hunnies go from Black to Japanese But yet still there's just this one thing that i need *8x* I need a girlfriend *R Kelly* I know all ya out there in ya cars n jeeps but what i want ya to do for me is get out ya car right now and party on the street *Lil Fizz* Chillen in my hummy its about that time Shorty wit her man I'm bout ta make her mine She lookin at Fizz like a man of shine Oh it aint no doubt we gon bump and grind I see this girl eyein me cause my body is shine Its just a matter of time before I uh the line Dont ever chase her cause I got so much paper, that they all up wit me I got a fat Excursion, that about a block long And a fat crib thats about a block long 3 hunnies in the mirror just followin the chrome Yeah, they wanna get wit the rapper that sing songs I got the po po, followin the limo Yeah I'm somewhere in the van chillen wit this hunnie And plus i got this thick chick fellin on me Yeah, I sho love to see her hips roll fo me *8x* I need a girlfriend *R Kelly* I know all ya out there in ya cars n jeeps but what i want ya to do for me is get out ya car right now and party on the street B2K and Pi Pi Pi R B2K and Pi Pi R B2K and Pi Pi Pi R B2K and Pi Pi Pi R *8x* I need a girlfriend *R Kelly* I know all ya out there in ya cars n jeeps but what i want ya to do is get out ya car right now and party on the street come on

The Call (Skit)

AMANDA PEREZ "Angel"
Hello Hello Ah, this Amanda? Yeah This is uh Mighty Mike from Skipo Studios I, I hear ya sing while write and rap You forgot play and perform [?], lil' stoog Ahuh lil' stoog? What's a lil' stoog? That's what we call them Wacka Ween is, that keep callin' And you the seventh on this month, lil' stoog Ahuh, so what are the other boys offering you? Bang and a ride in a back of a Limo That's what I'm talkin' about, that's where they're screwin' up I'm talkin' drivin' yourself your own keys to Bentleys and Benzes And [?] drive ways Oh, that's how you do? And Beverly and Belair where the house are so damn big They got sinks made of gold Where your back yard pool is so big You could do a sequel to the damn Titanic in it How about you next to Leonardo and Leno? Yeah, that's what I'm talkin' about What about the Grammys performing there then winning them This is what I offer you Come with me, sign with me Amanda Are you in? Fo sho Good now get your ass on a jet plane You're comin' to L.A. baby

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