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KANYE WEST lyrics

White Dress

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[Hook] Just me and you girl (Wooooah oooh) Just me and you girl (Wooooah oooh) Tryna sneak upstairs to your apartment Aren’t you a sight for red eyes I just flew in and slipped in on your left side Just a satin gown, you asleep with no makeup I’m just tryna be inside you ‘fore you wake up [Hook] Just me and you girl (Wooooah oooh) Just me and you girl (Wooooah oooh) We have problems but thats all in the past Everybody got problems baby I got a past Remember I used to do things that would make you laugh Like ordering girl drinks in a masculine glass You like pina coladas, getting caught in the rain Or rocking flannels all summer like Kurt Cobain Or that Dolce Gabbana with a few gold chains And you the type of girl that probably deserve a new last name But they never let us do our thing Everybody lying on who I bang We was on fire but they blew our flame Ain’t no denying baby you have changed Cause now your high heels clicking Your lip gloss glisten Your hips start switching You’re pissed off, tripping Cause even when we’re kissing baby girl feel different Friends all diss him like ‘no he didn’t?’ No he didn’t, is you talking about Kitten? Is that bitch still stripping? Tryna to get a pair of Christian’s? I swear to God that they got you going crazy But you play it off and say how it’s work baby Well some of the models is too coked to walk straight But seem to still love the man that they all hate But babe I call you back and say that you say that always It kept me on the phone and demanded they always See, she knew about all my lies the whole time Now my credit so bad I can’t get no one to co-sign I woulda thought she woulda busted a dope crime But she up and left a nigga and she aint give me no sign Now she back in the club in a tight dress With dreams of someday wearing a white dress Seen with some lame, it’s a miracle that she’a talk to a nigga with a ten year ago swag Plus I don’t like none of her girlfriends Quote unquote cause her girlfriends got girlfriends On the phone hollin’ at niggas is watever Lets fly to Euro make this the best summer ever Now she headed to Rome, Rome is the home Rome is where she act like she aint got no fucking phone I accept that I was wrong, except a nigga grown So I can’t bitch and moan in a session gettin stoned So a nigga had to hop on a plane A bus and a train to try and come talk and explain Rented the whole bottom floor for a candle light dinner Turned the lights out and put my candle right in her And told her even though I met you in a club in a tight dress At first sight I can picture you in a white dress 30 foot train, diamond from Lorraine Just to make up for all the years and the pain Family on both sides I’m so glad you came Auntie couldn’t make it, oh no, thats a shame Wedding in June, what could be better Lets fly to Euro make this the best summer ever Take the very last car of the Eurostar Tell the conductor just drive so far Told some of your friends and they wasn’t excited Well we’ll go to the country side and they won’t be invited We will not be disturbed by the fussing and fighting Tell peaches light the herb, we just re-united, we just re-united Lets make a move on these herds, go somewhere private I’m talking just me and you and a plane and a pilot

Madden Theme

LUDACRIS
Freaky Thangs (feat. Jagged Edge, Twista) It's two a.m. in the morning and it uhh.. light showers and you're probably hookin up with that girl that's been, two-wayin you all week. Her baby daddy's out of town so uhh, you can fuck around. It's okay to check in that Motel 6. $59.95, not a cent more, for that dirty-ass ho. Yeah. Stop by that convenience store and pick up them rubbers - magnum I hope. This is Phazon Love and uhh, I love hoes. I just don't pay 'em! [Hook: Jagged Edge] Cut up! Know we like that, get that cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em Get that cut up! Oh-whooooooo, cut up Freaky thangs, we be bout 'em [Ludacris] I'm kinda hopin that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz never listen but I told 'em When I catch you at the game runnin game at the A.U.C. that later on we'd be bonin Fat cats I'm ready to tap that so back that No wonder why you wakin up up swollen [Twista] I'm feelin you Luda', smokin my buddha, coochie recruiter Comin at the fatty in a platinum Caddy so back it up fast Hit it a hour and a half, watch the spectacular splash on the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass Call me Mr. Magillicuddy, chasin booty sucker silly puddy Killin for money, still a thug get bump; from some pokin and locomotion hittin bunnies, for threesome getcha buddy When I'm feelin scummy I love to cut [Ludacris] Tan skin so, butter soft I'm rippin the buttons off yo' - BLOUSE Smell the aroma of a dingaling king Ludacris when I'm in yo' - HOUSE Check the ratio of men to women and women to men when down - SOUTH Hot fellatio, hot jalapenos holla while they in yo' - MOUTH So we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Twista] Now I got the feelin we can cut the hell out each other And I hope we be the same thang - freaks We can get the mattress goin eh-err, eh-err Handlin business while I bang bang - skeet Wash the dick off and kick off another session again I can break 'em off in the shower, kitchen flo' or the outdoors The pieces from the East is the shit and the flesh in the West is the best but Twista love them Chicago and South hoes [Ludacris] Come up out yo', negligee, freak 'em on a regular day Cum six times - but it's seven today Ludacris in the back of your Chev-e-rolet Ahh, ahh! What's my name? So magical I come and touch the game You motherfuckers really lust to gain Nothin but hatin and a look of disgust So it's must, stay Adrenaline Rush Wonderin why they don't be bustin the same [Twista] I'm clutchin my thang; stuffin in it, strokin it down, beat the stuff up Uh-uh shorty, don't run from it She give me the booty I'm breakin it off I can tell a stab by the way that she walk Fatty flickin like it was dubs on it Peep how this player got skills, get 'em out the gator high heels Pullin rubbers and swishers up out your Prada bag Wanna smoke 'dro I got a bag, take a proper drag befo' I tap it I love the chicks that got a lotta ass, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Ludacris] Bubble, bubble bubbles is in the bathtub Makin you stutter from the b-body butters and backrubs It's killin me thinkin about the bottles that pop The models that swallow willin, up under my pillow stayin strapped up If it tickles in the middle from Mr. Pickles you try to escape So give me the rope you gettin wrapped up Rooty tooty so fruity and fresh, I'm fresh and fruity Ya duty's to figure the booty's gettin slapped up [Twista] I love them chicks that be thick as a loaf of bread Long as I can still grab her legs, and push 'em up by her head How I dip up in it we can make a video but I got the radio bumpin Jagged Edge by the bed When you wanna get up witcha cutty buddy come on and dip up through the hideout with Twist' But after we do what we gon' do getcha purse and get together because now you gots to ride out - bitch! [Ludacris] Oh 'Cris, can you - do it again, that's what they askin me Hit skins, causin catastrophes Get pinned, by me and my family Sip gin, fulfillin yo' fantasies In yo condition I'm wishin you'll take a lickin and keep on tickin from thicker thighs Finger lickin never get sick and tired, just take a look in her eyes and you can tell she's a figure five, so we love that k-k-k-k [Hook] [Jagged Edge - repeat 2X] Cut up, gettin brains, in the Range We love to cut up cause we like them freaky thangs I like it when you let me try, anythang Cause girl I ain't got nothin but time Let a nigga get a little cut up girl I come from the eighth planet in the 19th galaxy, where the royal penis is clean, yo' majesty. Can it be, Sheila E, Appalonia, Vanity, all mad at me? I'm the Prince dick of insanity. I'm good lovin, body-rockin, knockin boots all night long, we not stoppin. I don't care if the kids watchin, I stir it like motherfuckin coffee and brown sugar. Girls dem sugar. World class lover. Kama sutra, porno music producer. Tallywhacker is a rock hard storm trooper with a purple helmet, made for crushin pink cookies. Goonie goo-goo, we cut bigfoots and wookies; and fat women, because they need love too. So go on big girl, whatchu gon' do?

Rampage

EPMD "Business as Usual"
Slow down baby uhh Slow down baby uhh You can get rugged, though, hard like P Trying to play my man but you couldn't touch me You faggot to comp rapper on a quest You get your head flown, boy you must be smokin' sens So many often wonder if MDs paid You're goddamn right, punk, stay outta my way 'Cause I clock Gs while you clock Zs And I don't smoke crack, I smoke M.C.s So pick up a pen, cop a squat, and take notes A rapper suffred from bleeding, sprains and slit throats My style deadly psychopath or schizophrenic Rapper choke like a curburetor, freeze up, and panic 'Cause I clock pesos, don't sell ileyo Another name for cocaine, mi amigo That's Spanish terminology for friend Now sit back and rub my bozack as I send Bass funk with beats that thump Kickers and amps cold lined up in my trunk My system cranking, my headlights are blinkin' Brother ridin' my tip, L, at the same time thinkin' Damn, how could a brother be so nice 'Cause I'm the capital E-P twice M-D-E twice I choose to squeeze, some choose to fight I like to write but then again some bite While you were bangin' on tables, I was bangin' Snow White Yeah slow down baby The ripper, the master, the overlordian Playing M.C.s like a old accordion I get the inspiration from a necessary station Them sayin' I was vacationin' You can't cope with your weak-ass throat Tryin' 'a sneak a peak in while I freak the notes Major M.C.s become minor B flats So retire the mike, get your chains and your bats Here's your chance to advance, gettin' your stance I'm 'a shoot the holster off your cowboy pants Pure entertainment, tonight's your arraignment You're quilty, face down on the pavement No holds barred, it's time to get scarred You and your squad better praise the real god The undertaker droppin' thunder on fakers When it comes to lyrics I'm as freaky as Seka So lay the mike down slow and careful 'Cause mine is fully loaded and I have another handful A clip to slip in and start rippin' Divin' and dippin' and givin' punks a whippin' Just in case you wanna go a few rounds and so I'm down so that you clowns will know Me gettin' burnt or hurt won't be tolerated I got rhymes up the (huh) forget it, I'm constipated Yeah slow down baby When I come around homeboy, watch your nugget I master on the beat down, my style's rugged When I attack the microphone, close the zone Rap sees danger, can't roam Security is packed and wall to wall can't fall A rap tank is full so I can't stall My microphone is filled with premium Any whack M.C. that flexes, I'm creamin' 'em Not with lotion, bust the motion, flotation When I'm rockin' the mike I'm like coastin' Underneath fatigue at my peak You still seek the style 'cause yours is extra weak New method, rip the stage at my age and get loose and kick Like Bruce in a rage-I'm on a rampage Yeah slow down baby Slow down baby

Forever

Eightball "Living Legends"
Ooh la la bangladesh.. Heyyy... [Hook - Lloyd] See a nigga like me gonna get money til I get rich Ride with a couple hundred G's in a biscuit Stay down for whatever forever hustle with my mystic hoes And soon you gonna see just how crunk this shit be once we get rich Til then its back to hustlin with my misfits Deep, on a creep, fifty songs tucked under the prone.. Fifty songs tucked under the prone [MJG] I keep a big old nigga beater heater Its in the trunk of my four-door and my two seater Im make them say skeeter skeeter Keep up and grab the ball back just like I'm Derek Jeter I know you want to fuck my hoe but you too scared to meet her See you aint got enough bread to even start to treat her The way a pimp did, and in the bed I'm even sweeter I hustle, I got more Franklins in me than Aretha If I had Oprah Winfrey I would marry her and keep her I spit as much knowlege as preachers and teachers Just as long as the message reach us we all fill up the bleachers I'm the MJG, I get in yo' shit I aint trying to run yo' clique, that be your friend so quick Come on, where my money, let me hit the stage Fuck them long interviews, just give us the front page Black G apostrophe S us, forever bust Them lyrics that make the people say that he got nuts [Hook] [Eightball] Yeah man.. Sticky weed kickin in, big Ball steppin in Straight flying when I hustle, thats how I represent Bounce, if you feelin what I'm spitting up in your ear hole I been rocking mics since I was 17 years old Smoking up, drinking up, kicking dust, and fucking up Everybody want a piece and we ain't got enough for us Yeah, I touched a brick or two, pounds I done smoked a few Got my bread and didn't do what the fuck I was supposed to do Money blinds players, turns them into evil spirits Niggaz die trying to live out these old rap lyrics I try to give it to them just how it come to me Real and unedited, not like it be on T.V Be myself and dont be what those haters want me to be Take the good the bad hit my knees set me free Make the bad good, put that on my leather and wood Cinderella with my fellas deep off in the hood Nigga [Hook] [MJG] You need to stop sticking your hand out and trying to (?) Turn around the broom handle and trying to hold it It's plenty dirt to be swept, and leaves to be raked Now you need to leave from my face, take heed to mistake That you just made, thinking a player could get played Thinking that a rapper could get wrapped and phone tapped My whole life I learned the hard way to spot liars And it seems like its usually the ones thats right by ya FIRE! [Eightball] Jumping up out the tip with pistols sittin up Fuck me? Watch my gun skeet like its bussing nuts 'Cept when it hit your cheek it burn then it split your cheek Then come out the back of your head, now your just a memory Graphic how I got it illustrated, rated triple X Niggaz want to be the king, I dont give a fuck who's best Just watch your mouth, talkin down in the south I'm gonna let my nuts hang and start punching clowns out [Hook]

What You Expected

DJ Honda "DJ Honda"
[Featuring Grand Puba Sadat X Wakeem] Hook: Word up hip hoppers as you feel the breeze From New York straight talk to the Tokyo scene (x4) Sadat X: Walkin' New York with the big stick loaded Most voted for the daily tabloid from Tokyo to Repungy Square I be there and as the plan unfrail I freak the ? Sadat X I'm more New York then the yellow cabs I'll move your pectorial muscle on down to your abs My man Honda not the car but the DJ Attacks the pans and move fast with your hands Up in the wild lands and walked across the burning sands Can I have a little more Saki in my cup? Yo DJ Honda I'm kinda fonda these Japanesse women They treat me like a king and scream my name out loud There's room for one more three is never a crowd My Cloak and Dagger is enough to make you swagger Been on this here stage since 12 years of age Ha the pleasure prince of poem is invincible Sight unseen I'm long and lean It's like that Sadat is president Ha live and on stage New York resident Check it Hook (x4) Wakeem: Uh oh camras in flick reports all on my shit Chickens be analyzin' from London to Japan Showin' me and my man we chinky off the scomma They know we holdin' for drama so they ain't sayin' nathin' Meditatin' mad gucci eatin' sushi With the chinks who sport links and Georgio Armanni See me in my China mommy slippin' outta town She love a nigga long time still holdin' me down And tell 'em I'm the King Of New York a black Frank White aiight I'm still polititic scrappin' all the paper in Bringin' the socki in the Bronx got a brother thinkin' Live Tokeyo watch Sadat will blow the spot up Hook (x4) Grand Puba: It's time to run right through ya like White Castle do ya Be true to the game or I'll play like I never knew ya Brothers here can't get a red penny Mess around and catch a bad one like that devil Denny Now a days I'm real leary on the Hilfigure Hit them people off it's time to see a nigga A phat Benz seven figures and all that Cause I'm the one who put Tommy Hilfigure on the map It's time to surrender servin' MC's like a bartender Monkey wrench your whole agenda Brother got more game then Bob Barker But I'm smoother than Peter Parker In junior high I kept Vodka in my locker Mama left don't get home till 6:30 Bag a joint persue to groove and get dirty I'm puttin' MC's to the curb Puttin' brothers outta buisness like Barny did Big Bird I got to have it bad I'm hungry mess around I'll swallow ya I'm hungrier then a nigga in Somalia Grand Puba Sadat X comin' here to wet it Not gonna let it, no My rhymes vary cause I'm good like Carey Pop shit like a cherry make you blue like berry I stay thinkin' me take shorts is dead and stinkin' I spilt Malibu on my knickers down to my last drink and Oh let me out so I can run my route Plus make the girls pout cause I am trippin' out Baby, no maybe baby on top like gravy Roll with more motherfuckers than the Navy No fakin' I puts the Asalam with the Lakim While brothers turnin' fowl like bacon You still can't have my stylle cause it's taken I'll leave you in your boots shakin' While I'm countin' all the money that I'm makin' No diggedy no doubt With my man Honda and I'm out Hook

Make Em' Say Uhh!

MASTER P "Ghetto D"
*dialtone, touch tone buttons being pushed, phone rings twice* No Limit Studios, whassup Who dis is Who dis is Nigga, this Rappin 4-Tay, who is this Oh dis P P! *said with disbelief* Yeah dis P! P! (Yeah) Well if this P lemme hear ya say ungggggggggggh UngnGNGYAHAHgngnnghh *voice cracking* This ain't no motherfuckin P! Man, hang the phone up [MP] Ungggggghh, na-nah na-nah [MP] Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) [Master P] Nigga, I'm the colonel of the motherfuckin tank Y'all after big thangs, we after big bank 3rd Ward hustlas, soldiers in combats Convicts and dealers, and killers with TRU tats Never gave a fuck bout no hoes on our riches And niggaz come short, I'm diggin ditches M.P. pullin stripes, commander-in-chief And fools run up wrong, nigga I'm knockin out some teeth I'm down here slangin, rollin with these hustlers Tryin to get rid of all you haters and you bustas Steppin on cold, break a niggaz nose In the projects niggaz anything goes Breakin fools off cause I'm a No Limit soldier At ease now salute, this pass me the doja Chorus: Master P and No Limit Make em say UNGGGGGGH (UNGGGGGGH) Na-nah na-nah (na-nah na-nah) (repeat 3X) [Fiend] Fiend exercisin this right, of exorcism bustin out the expedition Bullets choppin haters business to about the size of prisms our mission They heard we scary, No Limit mercenary No tellin how bad it get, because the worst'll vary I heard you make em worry, that this for the loot They intimidated by the rounds that the tank shoot Tank Dogs salute! Every robbery in store, cause they know everything Fiend know, mean mo' money mo' Little Fiend still want the greens, the cornbread and the cabbage In your hood, remindin you bitches of who the baddest Definitely the maddest, so the crime gon' stick em up My UNGGGGGGH went twice (ungh, ungh) And ended with nine, get em Chorus (2X) [Silkk the Shocker] P gon' make ya say UNGGGGGGH, I'ma make you say OWWWWWWWW I'm not Eric B but guaranteed to Move this motherfuckin Crowd I stay on like light switches, money, cause I like riches Hittin nothin but tight bitches, call me, I might hit ya Nigga make em say nah-nah-nah, don't trip After I bust yo' shit, then after that say na-nah-nah-nah I hang with niggaz, I do my thang with niggaz (unggggh) They wanna know if I gangbang, cause I hang with a whole gang of niggaz So when, we connect bitch better respect this, I step quick Cause I got a, vicious right hand but ya know what My left is quick! Silkk, you the type of nigga that promotes violence You might be right cause I'll step in the club and say somethin to get that motherfucker start to, fightin!! (Bout it!!) Bad as vogues, I'm cold, extra see through P-G never fuckin knockin niggaz cause I make em all see 3-D And P-D's the game that I spit, No Limit Soldiers got my back I run this motherfucker, TRU niggaz And I, betcha y'all niggaz ya say, Bet! Chorus (2X) [Mia X] We capitalize and monopolize on everything we see keep pistols drawed and cocked, we got the industry locked, we can't be stopped, too hot Check the spots that we got, on Billboard This Tank can set up roadblocks, we fadin all you hoes Want some mo Then let's go, stretch you out like elastic Zip that ass up in plastic, have ya folks pickin caskets We drastic, our tactics is homegrown in the ghetto So feel the wrath of this sista, it's like you fightin 10 niggaz Forget the baby boys, it's the biggest mamma Mia The Unlady Like diva, lyrical man eater, believe her Or see her, and get that ass embarrassed If you're a decision maker, guaranteed you'll get carried away So stay in yo' place, when ya hear mamma speakin Cannon spray, clear the way, when ya see The Tank creepin Chorus (2X) [Mystikal] Hi I'm that nigga that rap and stick-up Joe when they won't know how to do it You could be the little bitty skinny motherfucker with the braids in his hair Usin limos and choppers too I done paid my dues, but still played the blues Nigga play me like you was scared to lose I'm still a fool, you ain't heard the news I was a No Limit nigga, makin major moves I won't stop now, bitch, I can't stop You can't stop me, so bitch don't try we We TRU soldiers, we don't die We keep rollin, na-nah-nah-nah-nah All aboard, bitch it's like a choir inside The group goin hallelujah Niggaz goin to war, got to fightin and shootin inside rumors Bitches be sayin he there, we there, BEWARE!!! C there, Silkk there Fiend there, Mamma there, P there Ain't no salary cap, on top of my dollars I roll with nothin, but them No Limit riders I gets down nigga, I hold my tank up high Watch how many bitches get wild, na-nah na-nah Chorus and fade

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