JUVENILE lyrics - Project English

Mamma Got Ass

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[Juvenile] (Daa-aaa-aamn!) She get it from her mamma She get it from her mamma, she get it from her mamma (Bring it on in) She get it from her mamma (Uh-huh) She get it from her mamma (Uh-ah) She get it from her mamma (uh-ah) (Uh-ah, uh-ah, uh-ah) She get it from her mamma Oh where she get her eyes from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get her thighs from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to cook from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get them looks from She get it from her mamma But where she get that ass from She get it from her mamma But where she get her class from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get that chest from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to dress from She get it from her mamma Where does she get her sense from She get it from her mamma Where does she get her income She get it from her mamma Look, where she get the () from She get it from her mamma Nigga where she get the joke from She get it from her mamma I wonder why she so crazy - She get it from her mamma Why she wanna be my old lady She get it from her mamma Why she be actin like that She get it from her mamma Why she ain't give me the cat She get it from her mamma [Chorus: repeat 2X] A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too A big fine woman'll make you smile when she pass you Damn that girl sexy, her mamma got ass too [Juvenile] Why she swear she the boss She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta call the law She get it from her mamma Why we always havin arguments She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta call her friends She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta piss me off She get it from her mamma Why she always gotta take the call She get it from her mamma Why she wore the tight jeans man She get it from her mamma Got a nigga ridin hard and I'm tweakin - She get it from her mamma Why she gotta make it look at honey speakin She get it from her mamma Why she got me tryin to get with her this weekend - She get it from her mamma And I heard she could fuck too - She get it from her mamma She'll leave and make ya stuck too - She get it from her mamma Who told her I was fuckin 'round She get it from her mamma Who told her I was back in town She get it from her mamma Who said don't be scared of him She get it from her mamma Who said you better marry him She get it from her mamma [Chorus] [Juvenile] Who told her not to fuck with me She get it from her mamma Who told her I'ma fuckin leave She get it from her mamma Who said I'm smokin marijuana She get it from her mamma Who said I be up on the corner She get it from her mamma All my ties all cut up, shit - She get it from her mamma Why my windows all bust up, bitch She get it from her mamma Oh where she get the lip from She get it from her mamma Oh where she get them hips from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to twurk from She get it from her mamma Where she learn how to work from She get it from her mamma Why does she be with that trippin She get it from her mamma We be chillin and she start to flippin - She get it from her mamma But she still with a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma And she'll kill for a nigga doe - She get it from her mamma And when she's shy it's to draw attention - She get it from her mamma Natural with no extension - She get it from her mamma [Chorus] [quiet ad libs to fade]

What You Got

JUSTIN TIMBERLAKE "Justified"
she get it from her momma (Daa-aaa-aamn) she get it from her momma she get it from her momma (Bring it on in )she get it from her momma (Uh-huh)she get it from her momma (Uh-ah)she get it from her momma (Uh-ah,Uh-ah,Uh-ah,Uh-ah)she get it from her momma Verse1(Jivenile) Where she get her eyes from?she get it from her momma where she get her thighs from? she get it from her momma where she learn how to cook from?she get it from her momma where she get her looks from? she get it from her momma where she get her ass from?she get it from her momma where she get her class from?she get it from her momma where she get her chess from?she get it from her momma where she learn how to dress from?she get it from her momma where she get here sense from?she get it from her momma where she get her income?she get it from her momma where she get her bug from ?she get it from her momma where she get her tongue from?she get it from her momma I wounder why she so crazy ?she get it from her momma why she wanna be my old lady?she get it from her momma why she be actin like that ?she get it from her momma why she aint give me the cat?she get it from her momma (Chorus) Big fine woman make you smile when she pass you damn that girl sexy ha momma got ass too (4x) (Verse2) Why she swear she the boss ?she get it from her momma why she always gotta call the law?she get it from her momma why we always havin arguments ?she get it from her momma why she always gotta call her friends ?she get it from her momma why she always gotta piss me off ?she get it from her momma why she always gotta take the call?she get it from her momma why she wore them tight jeans man gotta nigga ridin hard and I'm tweakin man ?she get it from her momma why she gotta make it look at honey speakin?she get it from her momma why she got me tryin to be wit her this weekend?she get it from her momma I heard she could fuck too?she get it from her momma she'll leave ans make it stuck too?she get it from her momma who told her i was fuckin round ?she get it from her momma who told her i was back in town ?she get it from her momma who said don't be scared of him ?she get it from her momma who said you better merry him ?she get it from her momma (Chorus) (Verse3) who told her not to fuck wit me ?she get it from her momma who told her I'm fuckin leave ?she get it from her momma who said I be smokin marijuana?she get it from her momma who said I be up on the corner ?she get it from her momma why my tires all cut up shit?she get it from her momma why my windows all busted up bitch?she get it from her momma where she get her lips from?she get it from her momma where she get her hips from ?she get it from her momma where she learn how to twurk from?she get it from her momma where she learn how to work from?she get it from her momma why she be wit that trippin?she get it from her momma we be chillin and she start the flippin ?she get it from her momma she still wit her nigga though?she get it from her momma she'll kill for her nigga dough?she get it from her momma when she shy she draw attention ?she get it from her momma natural and no extension ?she get it from her momma (Chorus)

Your Mamma Won't Like Me

SUZI QUATRO "Your Mamma Won't Like Me"
(Chapman/Chinn) I wear my jeans too short, and my neckline's too low I'm getting stared at wherever I go I wear my jeans too tight, and I stay out all night And when you turn me on you'll see how I can bite And now my preoccupation is making love Hon hon hon I got a bad reputation through playing around I like your stimulation, but that aint enough So don't take me home babyNa Na Na Na Na Your mamma won't like meOh So don't take me home honey nowNa Na Na Na 'Cos your manma won't like me I like my music loud, and I stand out in a crowd By doing everything I know I shouldn't do So when you hold me tight, I won't put up a fight I'll just knock you out and watch you coming to Just put me in a situation where I'm turning you on Hon hon hon I'll be the devil's recreation and before too long You could feel the the sensation that's oh so strong So Don't take me home babyNa Na Na Na Na 'Cos your mamma won't like me Hey your manma won't like me Don't take me home honey nowNa Na Na Na Your mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like me HeyOhOoh Yeah my preoccupation is making love Hon hon hon I got a bad reputation through playing around I like your stimulation, but that aint enough So Don't take me home babyNa Na NaNa NaOh 'Cos your mamma won't like me So don't take me home honey nowWhoa Na Na Na Na Your manma don't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me Your mamma won't like meYour mamma won't like me

Shiny Suit Theory

JAY ELECTRONICA "The Jay Electronica Project"
[Hook: Jay Electronica] I'm sailing on a cloud they trailing below My shrink told me it's a feeling they don't ever know I pack up all my sins and I wear them to the show And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go I'm sailing on a cloud they trailing below My shrink told me it's a feeling they don't ever know I pack up all my sins in every L that I blow And let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go, let 'em go [Verse 1: Jay Electronica] In the land before time A land before altar boys, synagogues and shrines Man was in his prime Look how far I go in time just to start a rhyme The method is sublime you get blessed with every line I'm in touch with every shrine from Japan to Oaxaca The melanated carbon-dated phantom of the chakras Me and Puff, we was chilling in Miami He said: "Nigga fuck the underground you need to win a Grammy For your mama and your family They need to see you shined up You built a mighty high ladder, let me see you climb up Nigga what you scared of? Terrorize these artificial rap niggas and spread love Pollenate they ear buds Like you supposed to, spit it for the culture Pay no attention to the critics and the vultures They rather have a shot of Belvy just to spite you They casting judgments cause they feel they got the right to Fuck them! I let the dice roll like the father did I gotta shine it's in my blood I'm a Harlem kid I treat my babies right, treat my ladies ladylike Hit them with a remix to make sure that they play me twice I thought you said it's the return of the black kings Luxurious homes, fur coats and fat chains" [Hook] [Verse 2: Jay-Z] In this manila envelope the results of my insanity Quack said I crossed the line between real life and fantasy Can it be the same one on covers with Warren Buffett Was ducking the undercovers, was warring with motherfuckers? Went from warring to Warren, undercovers to covers If you believe in that sort of luck your screws need adjusting In the world of no justice and black ladies on the back of buses I'm the immaculate conception of rappers-slash-hustlers My God it's so hard to conceive But it all falls perfect I'm like autumn is to trees The doc interrupted, he scribbled a prescription for some Prozac He said: "take that for your mustard, boy You must be off your rocker If you think you'll make it off the strip before they 'Pac ya Nigga you gotta be psychotic Or mixing something potent with your vodka It takes a lot to shock us But you being so prosperous is preposterous How could this nappy headed boy from out the projects Be the apple of America's obsession? You totally disconnected with reality Don't believe in dreams Since when did black men become kings" [Bridge: The Dream] You have no idea, yeah The means to what I say And you have no idea Of how I got this way Now, fear my dreams And by the time you wake I'll look down from the clouds See, I'm on my way [Hook]

Regrets

JAY-Z "Reasonable Doubt"
Stress Sunshine, geyeah I sold it all from crack to o-pium, in third person I don't wanna see em, so I'm rehearsin with my peoples high to GM, from a remote lo-cation in the BM, scopin the whole situation like, 'Dayamm!' Metamorphic, as the dope turns to cre-am but one of these buyers got eyes like a Korean It's difficult to read em, the windows to his soul are half closed, I put the key in Pulled off slow, hopin my people flee-in Chink tried to knock the only link that tied me in Coppers was watchin us through nighttime binoculars This time they got us on tape, exchangin dope for dollars Make me wanna, holler back at the crib in the sauna Prayin my people bailed out like Time/Warner Awaitin call, from his kin not the coroner Phone in my hand, nervous confined to a corner Beads of sweat second thoughts on my mind How can I ease the stress and learn to live with these regrets This time... stress... givin this shit up... fuck [Chorus One:] This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets On the, rise to the top, many drop, don't forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets This is the number one rule for your set In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets And through our travels we get seperated, never forget In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets As sure as this, Earth is turning souls burning in search of higher learning turning in every direction seeking direction My moms cryin cause her insides are dyin her son tryin her patience, keep her heart racin A million beats a minute, I know I push you to your limit but it's this game love, I'm caught up all in it They make it so you can't prevent it, never give it you gotta take it, can't fake it I keep it authentic My hand got this pistol shakin, cause I sense danger like Camp Crystal Lake and don't wanna shoot him, but I got him, trapped within this infrared dot, bout to hot him and, hit rock bottom No answers to these trick questions, no time shit stressin My life found I got ta live for the right now Time waits for no man, can't turn back the hands once it's too late, gotta learn to live with regrets [Chorus Two:] You used to hold me, told me that I was the best Anything in this world I want I could posess All that made me want is all that I could get In order to survive, gotta learn to live with regrets... (when I was young) [repeat 2X] I found myself reminiscin, remember this one when he was here he was crazy nice with his son I miss him, long as I'm livin he's livin through memories He's there to kill all my suicidal tendencies In heaven lookin over me, or in hell, keepin it cozy I'm comin life on these streets ain't what it's supposed to be Remember Newton, mutual friend well me and him feudin On your life I tried to talk to him But you know niggaz, think they guns can stop foe niggaz Frontin like they're, Big Willie but really old niggaz Hoe niggaz, this year I'm sho' niggaz think I'm slippin I'm bought to send you a roommate, no bullshittin for my hustle's goin too well to hit him You was right niggaz want you to be miserable wit em Anyway, I ain't tryin to hear it, I think I'm touched this whole verse I been talkin to your spirit, a little too much [Chorus One: repeat 2X] Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A, Roc-A-Fella y'all

2face

J. COLE "Friday Night Lights"
[Intro:] Hey I got a dolla in a dream But it's all a nigga got so it's about that green And I'm all up in that spot Hey [Verse 1:] Yeah the mental state of a young black genius conflicted The fast life I done seen on the screen is addictive Money and clothes I done dreamed about And all the hoes that I thinked about Ey tell me am I wrong for visualizing material shit I neva had Waving gats instead of flags the American dream Why do we cling to the villians? Knowing they killin' My niggas high enough to swaing from the ceiling Ink from the pen spilling on my notebook Filled with dreams, this is my whole book Still the screams from girls shot and killed fill my head on a daily At times I question God can you blame me they can't tame me? My voice screech through the street I'm a beast on em Oh no he will not fold you will not see a priest on him He will not slip or lose his grip they got them cleats on em But never will he run unless you call police on em [Chorus:] One time, two times, three times Sometimes I scrap sometimes I'm throwin up the peace sign It's two sides to a nigga though I said It's two sides to a nigga yo Ey look sometimes I'm feeling high Then I'm feeling low Lord will I die will I survive let a nigga know You say you know me but what side did you get to know? It's two sides to a nigga yo yo yo [Verse 2:] Yeah some pussy niggas put out on me and my mans Wasn't for the pistol we drop em right there where he stands But still we never ran foolish pride made us stand right there Not understanding we could lose our life there And then the hit us, thinking bout the close calls from long distance Ugh as lil niggas in the Ville we was trippin Type of nose ass niggas to watching the fight until it's over They ran when the gatts came out, I moved closer Foolish what was I thinking? wasn't trying to be cool it's Just the thrill of the danger get so filled up with anger When a stranger get to violating He sleeping on me wide awake, bitch I, ll annihilate him I'm tired of wait on my ticket out this motherfucka Hope they don't kill me before I get up out this motherfucka I gotta go, Now can I be that nigga I thought I was? I gotta know Will I make it like I thought I would? I gotta blow [Chorus] [Verse 3:] Yeah I seen heaven, seen hell The two faces of the Ville One side dreams, the other sides real One side schemes, the other side deals What the pain brings another mother cry still Why the fuck am I here God? That nigga died why the fuck am I still alive? I feel ashamed cause the good Lord done brought all this success to me And all I seem to focus on is all this stress on me Bless homie we breathin Cold world got me sneezing Wrote this when I was broke so hey I guess we even Though it blows fighting demons trying to stop from bustin semen In an unfamiliar bitch I know my niggas feel this shit How could I fuck her raw? And I just met the hoe My dick took over it ain't never felt this wet before I'm stressing in my mind but it's way to late to stop it Make this shit so bad, I had a condom in my pocket Let's change the topic Before I go berserk I'm so alert, riding down 95 Naw I ain't finna to go to work I'm headed back home ain't staying that long I'm chasing dreams shawty I'm paying back loans I'm paying dues that a nigga paying tax on I'm tryina blow like a nigga playing saxophone I'm playing daddy to another niggas daughter Don't worry even Jesus never saw his real father I don't bother me at all though Yeah say it don't bother me They got me thinking bout my mom though Man I can't wait to sing this song I be like, I be like [Outro:] Hey don't cry hey ohh no We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey don't cry hey ohh no We ain't gotta worry bout the money no more We ain't gotta worry bout how them bill get paid We ain't gotta worry how the meals get fed Hey Hey Hey

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