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JUDY GARLAND lyrics - When Youre Smiling

Rock-A-Bye Your Baby With A Dixie Melody

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Rock a bye, your baby, with a dixie melody. When you croon, croon a tune, from the heart of dixie. Just hang my cradle, mammy mine, right on that masoned, dixen line. And swing it from virginia, to tennese, with all the love that's in ya. Weep no more, my lady, sing that song again, for me. Sing on black joe,just as though, you have me on your knees. A Million baby kisses, i'll deliver, if you will only play that swanee river. Rock a bye your rock a bye baby, with a dixie melody. OH!!Weep no more, my lady, sing that song again, for me. Sing on black joe,just as though, you have me on your knees. A Million baby kisses, i'll deliver, if you will only play that swanee river. Rock a bye your rock a bye baby, with a dixie melody!

Can I Tico Tico You

LOU BEGA
Baby you´re my freak once in a week we gettin´ kind of deep in my 86´ jeep I don´t play no tricks you know the bomb ticks the only style I play is my self-made hits and it kicks like that yo´it really does was it number one hell yo´it really was I got the swing the king is back in the ring ladies throw their brass when I start to sing can I rock it can I knock it can I lick it can I tick it can I top it you make me hazy you make me crazy and baby I dont´t know what I can do We can start somethin´ fantastic that you never knew forget about your live in plastic when I keep my eyes on you I can´t cool down because it´s gettin´ hot so please baby please baby never let us stop and it kicks like that yo´it really does was it number one hell yo´it really was I got the swing the king is back in the ring ladies throw their brass when I start to sing can I rock it can I knock it can I lick it can I tick it can I top it you make me hazy you make me crazy and baby I dont´t know what I can do I can´t sleep and I can´t sing until you swing that sexy thing and if you wanna be my girl then jump into my crazy world and now the only part I´m missin´ is your lovin´ and your kissin´ and if you wanna be my girl then jump into my crazy world can I rock it can I knock it can I lick it can I tick it can I top it you make me hazy you make me crazy and baby I dont´t know what I can do

My Baby Don't Rock Like That

JON SECADA "Same Dream"
My baby don't swing that way Only want our privacy My baby's ready willing all the time She captivates my heart And she blows my mind She's a little kinky girl Love her if you dare When it comes to gettin' down My baby and I don't share One on one, we share the ride we both provide All night long, we take our time we do it right We don't need nobody else besides ourselves All we need is our favorite fantasy My baby don't rock like that We don't want nobody else sharin' our sack My baby don't rock like that We don't want nobody else sharing our secrets My baby don't rock like that She don't want nobody else seein' her that My baby don't rock like that No, no, no My girl's a naughty girl but she ain't cheap And we both get nervous around each others heat We like gettin' our party started We like tryin' new things But when it comes to making love My girl and I don't swing, no, no One on one, we share the ride we both provide All night long, we take our time we do it right We don't need nobody else besides ourselves All we need is our favorite privacy My baby don't rock like that We don't want nobody else sharin' our sack My baby don't rock like that We don't want nobody else sharing our secrets My baby don't rock like that She don't want nobody else seein' her tat My baby don't rock like that No, no, no

Write On

Hollies "Write On"
(Clarke / Sylvester / Hicks) Write on, even though there's no one listening to your songs Write on Shine on, get it together, let your light break through Shine on, baby, shine on Write on, sitting on your own, waiting for the phone Come on, come on, come on Write on, for your fame and fortune will follow you, coming on strong coming on strong Don't feel bad 'cos the radio ain't playing 'em It won't be long til you're going out and slayin' 'em Shine on You're not the first, you won't be the last to feel the frustration of a musical fast Write on, baby, write on Sing your rock and roll with a touch of soul Ballads with feeling, send your audience reeling Rock on, rock on Find a man with a van, a back up band who'll give you a hand on your one night stand Rock on, baby, rock on Give 'em your licks, getting off on their kicks Swayin in motion to a rhythmic potion Rock on, baby, rock on Music freaks and all those hustlers hangers on, trying to make a con Rock on Don't sign on the line til you know it's all fine It's your life baby, you got to give it time Rock on, baby, rock on verse 1 verse 3 verse 4

Rock You

JESSE MCCARTNEY "Departure"
Yeah once again there's some what's in the pen Sean hear ya boy case but I'm blowin' in the wind I got my young boy Jesse gettin' at the Nizzy Don't you be with me and we be gettin' undressed What you see somethin' that you need Spend the night with me and I'll rock you Oh believe you ain't been up tree Till you follow me and I'll rock you She scrambled for the camera I got her blowin' in the wind like I'm nirvana Wait a minute I don't think y'all heard me I said nirvana That means I'm rockin' in the rocks in Montana All I wanna do is get at your love like I see baby Eat at your heart like the drums on my beat baby You and me we gonna travel like a visa And I ain't worried 'bout what I'm spendin' either And I'ma rock you I gotta see that hey hey hey Girl I'll rock you come give me some of that hey hey hey hey You want a love and I just wanna feel it for the night Pull you somethin' that'll make sure you'll be feelin' alright You want to work you wanna be the boss of my house Well you must not have a clue Of what that ticket's gonna cost you I'ma rock you Hey mama my car runnin' Oh you like we a track team in a bohoggin Put it on my car's gotta go at least two hundred So when the cops clock me they better bleep flow it All I wanna do is get at your love like I see baby Eat at your heart like the drums on my beat baby You and me we gonna travel like a visa And I ain't worried 'bout what I'm spendin' either And I'ma rock you I gotta see that hey hey hey Girl I'll rock you come give me some of that hey hey hey hey You want a love and I just wanna feel it for the night Pull you somethin' that'll make sure you'll be feelin' alright You want to work you wanna be the boss of my house Well you must not have a clue Of what that ticket's gonna cost you I'ma rock you They call me Jesse baby can't tell me nothing baby They call me Jesse baby I wanna tell you somethin' All I wanna do is get at your love like I see baby Eat at your heart like the drums on my beat baby You and me we gonna travel like a visa And I ain't worried 'bout what I'm spendin' either And I'ma rock you I gotta see that hey hey hey Girl I'll rock you come give me some of that hey hey hey hey You want a love and I just wanna feel it for the night Pull you somethin' that'll make sure you'll be feelin' alright You want to work you wanna be the boss of my house Well you must not have a clue Of what that ticket's gonna cost you I'ma rock you You wanna give me that hey hey hey Girl I'ma rock you I never seen her hey hey like that You want a love and I just wanna feel it for the night Pull you somethin' that'll make sure you'll be feelin' alright You want to work you wanna be the boss of my house Well you must not have a clue Of what that ticket's gonna cost you I'ma rock you

Ooohhhwee

MASTER P "Gameface"
(feat. Weebie) To the beat y'all [Master P] Weebie! Holla at me (c'mon) I got like twelve bottles of bubbly (oh) [Chorus One 2X: Weebie] I love the way she shake it in the thong - OOOHHHWEE! The way she make it twurk and grab the wall - OOOHHHWEE! Oh, baby you know whatchu doin - OOOHHHWEE! No Limit got the steps bouncin and movin - OOOHHHWEE! [Master P] I know a big girl, with a ironed skirt Give her couple dollars, she'll make it work I mean holla at me whoadie, you know our crew large Our fantasy's to have sex wit two broads On a boat or a plane or exotic cars Bring it to the next girl, bring the toys On the dash, little shawty started takin it off Took her to the V.I.P., started breakin me off Said she knew I was a baller by my iced out wrists I told her 'Wait, it don't stop, keep drinkin the Cris'' I'ma perky boy this, like to do the ass See a fine chick, you know I'm gon' grab her Nelly Nay girl where you at This No Limit boy tryin to do that thang I said 'Rock the boat, don't let it sank' It's time to go to war, I got the tank [Chorus One] [Master P] Say that then [Weebie] I could work, put ya body, c'mon back it up, back it up You know Weebie and Master P, we gon' tank it up, tank it up Turn around to the ground, you know how it goes Catch the flow, tippie-toe, come and wobble some mo' Like you know how I do it so don't act surprised For a fact gotchu dancin 'til you hurtin your thighs Now won'tcha tune it up and wobble wit it Act a fool and wobble wit it Won'tcha make it hustle, ooh baby don't pull a muscle Gotcha workin on the wall 'til you run outta breath No Limit like I told ya so y'all give us respect Now you could shake it like a dog, break my fuckin balls Do it how ya do it, lemme see ya take it off [Chorus One] [Chorus Two: Weebie] Now won'tcha rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on Rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock, rock on, rock Now won'tcha turn around and hustle wit it Back it up and hustle wit it, test around and hustle wit it Ooh baby ooh baby [Master P] Mary had a big ol' butt as tight as Jesus shorts And every club that Mary was at them thugs would show the gold That mean she had the bowlegs wit the curves just like a model Project chick but pretty just like a model When I'm rollin through the hood she on dubs Don't mind gettin in and shakin her thang in the club I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor A real country mamma cook bricks and eggs And she don't leave the farm herself to get paid Candice on twaps cause she love the ball Thought she had the nizzle on the dresses at the mall Buyin, high heels on some leather boots And lookin for them ballers wit the crazy loot, WHAT! [Chorus One] [Chorus Two] [Master P over Chorus Two] Where them No Limit boys at Throw them 'bows Them No Limit girls, get money and what Told y'all clowns ain't no stoppin us Putcha 'Gameface' on when ya catchin us [Master P (Weebie)] East side (OOOHHHWEE!), Mid West (OOOHHHWEE!) West coast (OOOHHHWEE!), Dirty South (OOOHHHWEE!) The ghetto clique (OOOHHHWEE!), No Limit! (OOOHHHWEE!) Haters off, can't stop us, can't stop me (OOOHHHWEE!) Y'all, know, where we be (OOOHHHWEE!) Somebody tell valet to bring my Bentley I'm about to kite wit a couple these poppers y'heard The party's not over, OOOHHH-WEE-WEE!

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