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MADONNA lyrics - I'm Breathless

Hanky Panky

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(Spoken) Come over here! Some girls, they like candy, and others, they like to grind, I'll settle for the back of your hand somewhere on my behind. Treat me like I'm a bad girl, even when I'm being good to you, I don't want you to thank me, you can just spank me. Mmm. Some guys like to sweet talk, and others, they like to tease, Tie my hands behind my back and, ooo, I'm in ecstasy. Don't slobber me with kisses, I can get that from my sisters, Before I get too cranky, you better... Chorus: Like hanky panky [hanky panky], Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky]. Don't take out your handkerchiefs, I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky. Like hanky panky [hanky panky], Nothing like a good spanky [good spanky]. Don't take out your handkerchiefs, I don't wanna cry, I just wanna hanky panky guy. Oooo. Please don't call a doctor, 'cause there's nothing wrong with me, I just like things a little rough and you better not disagree. 'Cause I don't like a big softie, [no], I like someone mean and bossy, Let me speak to you frankly, you better... (chorus) Oooo, yeah. Spoken: What about Yeah. That's an interesting... Oooo. My bottom hurts just thinking about it. [She wants you to] Treat me like I'm a bad girl, [She needs you to] Even when I'm being good to you. I don't want you to thank me [Don't thank her], you better... (chorus) [Hanky panky] Oooh, yeah [Good spanky] Get the picture [Don't wanna cry, I just wanna] That's the way I came into this world, The doctor said, Lady, she's a beautiful girl. He gave me a spanky and the doctor smiled, So give it up, honey, 'cause I want it. Yeah. [Hanky panky, good spanky, don't wanna cry, I just wanna]

The Show

METHOD MAN "Tical 0: The Prequel"
[Intro: sample] 'Wanna see the world, ain't scared to do it Even if, your shocked by it Me and you, lost when you do it By myself, better off bein' you' [Intro: Method Man] Smoke cess nigga, smokin' that A.K Norther lights, yeah.. stick 'em! Uh, ahhh, baby, you know it like a poet, baby doll Yeah, yeah, crooked letter in, uh uh, S.I., better known as the crooked letter I Come on! Self Service [Method Man] Y'all know me since '93, now let that weed burn Back in this bitch, class dismissed, it's the return Of the super sperm, game over, lose a turn Takes a germ to kill a germ, when will y'all killas learn Your only as good as your last hit Soon as you put them automatics on safety that's it I calm them bastards, I call them ratchets Till you blasted, till y'all come ashes to ashes We make classic, huh, bring you a rougher sound You either up or down, don't get that ass kicked Ya'll niggaz fuck around, y'all only tough around The crowds, scared to bust a round, don't get that ass kicked What part of the game is this? I came to break bread, evidently y'all killas came to bitch, nigga So, whose the whipped nigga, don't even trip, nigga Some say they pull trigga, I think they bullshitter I just begun to fight, if mommy like daddy talk Then daddy might get him some tonight Give me, my limelight, give me, my five mics Give me, some weed and a light to get my mind right Is he, the illest M.C., to ever play the tough city To find out it'll cost you bout a buck fifty Across your face swiftly, my after taste shitty Whose built by New Yitty, whose milked like two titties And I ain't even got to say my name I got this duck wit her legs up like, 'say my name, trick' You think it's all a game, like pussy all the same I'm speakin' toilet slang, not seakin' hall of fame It's raw, sushi, stain in your drawers, dooky Quarter a Lucy, quarter more for a groupie That like to pop snoopy, think she gon' pop coochie Just cuz you got Gucci, don't mean you not hoochie Girl, I tell it like a T-I-N Ain't no other kids eatin' till I feed my kids Trick, oh, you ain't crushin', sister, I can't do nothin' wit you My money's celebate, honey, and we ain't fuckin' wit you I do it for the nookie, some say I'm too pushy Only thing better than pussy, that's some new pussy There that go, looky, it's gettin' ugly even With niggaz so broke, they couldn't spend a lovely even [Outro: Method Man] Yeah, that's it Yeah, Method Man has just left the muthafuckin' building

Nothing Gets Crossed Out

Well the future's got me worried Such awful thoughts My head's a carousel of pictures The spinning never stops I just want someone to walk in front And I'll follow the leader Like when I fell under the weight of a schoolboy crush Started carrying her books and doing lots of drugs I almost forgot who I was But I came to my senses Now I'm trying to be assertive I'm making plans Gonna rise to the occasion yeah Meet all their demands But all I do is just lay in bed And hide under the covers Yeah I know I should be brave But i'm just too afraid of all this change And it's too hard to focus through all this doubt I keep making these to-do lists but nothing gets crossed out Working on the record seems pointless now When the world ends who's gonna hear it? But I'm trying to take some comfort in written words Yeah, Tim, I heard your album and it's better than good When we get off tour I think we should Hang and black out together 'Cause I been feeling sentimental for days gone by All the summers singing, drinking, laughin Wasting our time Remember all the songs and the way we smiled In those basements made of music But now I've got to crawl to get anywhere at all I'm not as strong as I thought So when I'm lost in a crowd I hope that you'll pick me out How I long to be found The grass grew high, I laid down Now I'm waiting for a hand To lift me up, help me stand I've been laying so low Don't wanna lay here no more Don't wanna lay here no more Everything that happens is supposed to be And it's all predetermined can't change your destiny Guess I'll just keep moving Someday maybe I'll get to where I'm going

Baby Got Back

Agent Felix
Oh my gosh Julie, look at her butt, its so plump and round. She looks like one of those punk guy's girlfriends. I like big butts and I cannot lie You other brothers can't deny When a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist And a round thing in your face You get sprung When I pull up front Cuz you notice that butt was stuck Deep in the jeans she's wearing I'm hooked and I can't stop staring Oh, baby I wanna get witcha And take your pictcha My home boys tried ta warn me But that butt you got Makes me so horny Ooh, rump of smooth skin You say you wanna get in my benz Well use me use me cuz you aint that average groupy I've seen her dancin' To hell with romancin' She's Sweat, wet, got it goin like a turbo vette I'm tired of magazines Saying 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 shake it, (shake it), shake it,(shake it), shake that healthy butt Baby got back (LA face with the Oakland booty) Baby got back (LA face with the oakland booty) 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 UH, double up UH UH I aint talkin bout playboy Cuz silicone parts are made for toys I want em real thick and juicy So find that juicy double Mixalot's in trouble Beggin for a piece of that bubble So I'm lookin' at rock videos Knock kneed 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 -- Til the break of dawn Baby Got it goin on Alot of pimps won't like this song Cuz them punks lie to hit it and quit it But I'd rather stay and play Cuz I'm long and I'm strong And I'm down to get the friction on So ladies (yeah), Ladies (yeah) Do you wanna roll 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 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 Cuz your waste is small and your curves are kickin And I'm thinkin bout stickin To the beanpole dames in the magazines You aint it miss thing Give me a sista I can't resist her Red beans and rice did miss her Some knucklehead tried to dis Cuz his girls were on my list He had a game but he chose to hit 'em And I pull up quick to get with 'em So ladies if your butt is round And you wanna 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 x 4

Rat Race

ANDY MINEO "Uncomfortable"
[Hook - Jon Bellion:] Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah We're so okay with last place We already won the game, yeah, yeah No, we won't run your rat race This is so disrespectful I'm sorry that I didn't do it sooner They talkin' that manure Snakes comin' for my head, that's Medusa But watch how I maneuver I ain't fly, man, I'm lunar I got no time for high opinions with them low commitments I hear that chatter from a distance, I don't ever listen Cause art critics just artists that never made it What I care what you sayin', I'm too busy creatin' I could tell that ya' some crabs, hatin' on the low Tryna shoot my dream down, cause you never chase your own I think I struck a nerve, matter fact I hit a bone I got a word for them rappers who swear that they on the throne Oh, so you the king of rap, where your kingdom at? I got a queen, a fly one, sittin' on my lap You bought the lie them rappers told ya, I bring it back That's all I gotta say Roof your ball, I don't wanna play [Hook - Jon Bellion:] Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah We're so okay with last place We already won the game, yeah, yeah No, we won't run your rat race It's so disrespectful Hip-hop raised me, I'm talkin' back to my parents I dropped that Never Land, yo, I still haven't landed Look mama, you don't gotta drop it low if you raisin' standards Raisin' this banner, mama raised me with manners Couldn't put me in a box, how I'm raisin' this brand It's hard to stay focused with standin' in front of cameras But they don't understand it, they don't see that from my vantage All glory to the Most High all the praise be Got them other rappers sweatin' like they need the AC It ain't all 'bout who you know, Bleek knew Jay-Z If it you ain't HOT 97, bad idea tryna play me I know dudes with so much money that it ain't funny Type of money make you laugh at jokes when it ain't funny Type of money, go outside lookin' bummy Still bag a supermodel, they don't care if he ugly There's politics in this game, but ain't no politicians And I ain't tryna be another one of fame's victims Make a name for myself but never make a difference Now, that's all I gotta say Roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, you ain't ever seein' that again No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play Yeah, no Kiss it goodbye Kiss it goodbye Killin' me Smalls Kiss it goodbye


ATMOSPHERE "SouthSiders"
[Intro:] Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah [Verse 1:] And I remember it like it was just last night Yeah right, remember might be a little too much word Everything was blurred, word? When you can't see more than a few feet past your face Tryna navigate, two feet through the avenues and alleyways From Minneapolis to the North Cali Bay We seen a whole lot of scene Snakes move like water in a stream The re-write got the green light Still seem like nobody wanna intervene Every minute that passes is permanent But you made it this far, you deserve to live I've had the time of my life and hurt worse than this Tighten up that tourniquet [Hook:] Hell yeah I had a good time (Ah-ah) But I ain't tryna go no more (Ah-Ah) Hell yeah I had a good time (Ah-Ah) But I ain't tryna go no more [Verse 2:] Hell's not under the ground, Hell's all around So either you didn't know or you just don't care But I was in hell when you told me to go there Let's make a mess, celebrate the flesh If you tryna come up, you gotta place your bets If you're tryna recover, you gotta take some steps Wanna get in front of the crash There's no more space to stash anything up under the dash Can't relax, but need to detach Turn the beats up to max and lean the seat back Everybody's got an affliction Everyone's got a condition Some of us built our wrong position Some of us still got no opinions Oh, bored to death by the score they kept Don't break character force your breath And I don't mean any disrespect But I'm looking forward to when I get to forget [Hook] [Outro:] Ah-Ah Ah-Ah Ah-Ah

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