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NO SECRETS lyrics - No Secrets

Janet

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Janet, Janet let me catch your groove Come on Janet show me how you move If I could roll to a party through it off like Janet Any guy I wanted I could have him Janet, Janet let me catch your groove Come on Janet show me some moves If I could roll to a party through it off like Janet Anything I wanted I would have it

Scandalous

CASE "Personal Conversation"
[Cam'Ron] Yo, yo, uh, uh Y'know how Cam act drunk or playin' sacks, stand back Have a girl with a grand pack on Amtrak Real shrewd, all these niggas be harrasing a dude Eat a girl that's mad or put glass in my food Or kill me in my sleep or fill me in deep And if we in Alaska, still we feel heat She know how to treat me, don't bug me or beat me And after she skeet me, she fuck me [Case] I remember the days when I wanted you And tell me, dancing lady, said to step to you But now that I'm gone, attitude's gone Say you wanted me all along What should I do for you [Chorus] Oh, so damn sexy but you're scandalous I know I need a baby I can trust Oh, when it comes to you All I wanna do is give it to you Now don't pretend it ain't my antics that attractted you Ain't nothing changed about Case since I first met you But now that I'm on, your attitudes gone You say you wanted me all along What should I do I always wanted to give it to you Touch you in the places you wanted to Now is my time to put it on you If only you tell me you want me to [Chorus] [Cam'Ron] Uh, uh, uh Nice girls with a fella thought I need a hoe that make her tell that bitch Come give me from the Hella Port With a blunt roll, hear her bone Fault even with the stunt Case be unfold, drink milk a month old Be duckin' a fever with one roll And no one to console, come roll With Big Pun and, yeah, Kenny Smoove Take a bath, bitch And get her in any move [Chorus to end]

Groove With It

Big Daddy Kane "Prince of Darkness"
[Kane] Swing, you get up and dance and do your own thing Cause I got the groove to make your eardrums ring and I bring this, to all the party people that demand most Funky as Parliament, smooth as Luther Vandross I wouldn't present myself to you as somethin that sound nervous You want it to be live, so here it is at your service The B the I the G the D-A-double-D-Y And when it comes to rippin the mic, oh my oh my oh my I guarantee you by time I'm through You gotta give me more props than a Motown Revue And if you thinkin this groove would ever come to an end Hah, not from a hair off my chinny chin chin Chorus: repeat 2X For you to groove with it you've got to move with it Here's what you do with it Now it's on you, kick it [Kane] Don't ya don't ya don't ya don't ya want to feel jubilation, a musical vibration Instead of the feel of paranoia Thinkin to ride or break out and someone'll floor ya Good grief, another beef at a concert The rappers are gettin a rep behind the people that's gettin hurt The way the fights at the shows are happenin you might as well let Mike Tyson start rappin You see we have to realize the main factor is to have peace and let the violence cease So don't throw your fists up, unless you're gonna pump em in the air, and scream oh yeah, youknowhatI'msayin Chorus [Kane] Check the lyrics that's flowin right over the tongue like a machete My silk drawers are sweaty so you know the Kane is ready to go to work and my job for the evening is to pick up the microphone and rap to relieve them The party society, groovin in a high anxiety There's dancers by the variety, so go 'head and try it G As I do body work like Midas And I can remove the slightest, case of arthritis or even rhumabotosis as I heal you with the rhythm cause the remedy for the party people standin around is ummm dancin and havin a ball So live life like Michael Jackson, +Off the Wall+ And wiggle your bodyparts, and start to party hard Lettin the rhythm run through like a trolley car Here's a sound you can get into Uhh, and now it's on you Chorus [Kane] Right right Now just hold on for a second baby I gotta put my shades on for this Yeah, we gonna keep this here broken down for a while and just toss it up like a French salad, yaknahmsayin Umm, aiyyo Bob I need you to pump that bass to the FULLEST Hold on Mike, we gonna get to you in a second Bret Lover I need you over here on the side of me for a minute Ahh, I want you to get a little piece of this here, okay baby Groove Groove with it (36X)

Emancipated Minor

ANI DIFRANCO "Red Letter Year"
Emancipated minor Well directed, brilliantly casted Riding a Greyhound down to the city With her fake I.D. and a hell of a little hand basket Little game of seesaw, then he came to claim her And then a sordid line formed behind him Reproductive system newly activated She participated in nature's plan, she participated And I can't say I envy her, I don't think I miss it Wrought iron cobwebbing over thin windowpanes The city seducing you on tiptoe to kiss it Don't think twice, just roll the dice, roll the dice So she attended the dance classes and she learned the little dance And she tried the high heels but she couldn't bring herself to prance All the while a faint ticking in the silence between the songs Just south of her gut two tiny time bombs And love comes in many forms and for each she would yearn Hungry as a student, hunger to learn Every flavor of person, every species of intent With the body pulsing at the center detent But all the good graffiti got painted over in time She watched the last faceless chain replace the last five and dime And she wondered if the only noble thing Ain't to just to get a big garden and plant it in the spring Kiss the city goodbye in some big graceful gesture And focus on the moon's groove, groove with the moon Focus on the moon's groove and groove with the moon Focus on the moon's groove, groove with the moon And I can't say I envy her, I don't think I miss it Wrought iron cobwebbing over thin windowpanes The city seducing you on tiptoe to kiss it Don't think twice, just roll the dice, roll the dice Roll the dice, roll the dice

Party Hard

BEENIE MAN "Tropical Storm"
Livelicate to all di rude boy dem from across di world and all shottas from yard Real ballas party hard, zagga zagga zow na na na na Here comes the musical Youth like Beenie Man ëlongside J Sing for the girls dem night or day Moving out the girls dem way Zagga zagga zen na na We naí play J: Drop top Z3, twenty-inch chrome Shorty rolled up on me chatting on her cell phone Cartier bracelet with ass for days Looking all pretty in her Fendi shades BM: I holla how you doing and she say whatís up Then she went on to tell me that she love my truck I got my lady at home but what the fuck Here you go, take my number and hit me up J: Girl, I donít mean to be pushy but what is your name Can I have your number, can I see you again BM: If you donít mind me asking, what you doing tonight Can you link me at the club, aight! Keep it tight cause Chorus: J:We party hard and we ball (we ball) We hit them up and they fall (they fall) I love the shorties who be all thong up She waní me hit it up against the wall (Holla at me dog!) (Repeat) BM: Well into a musical thing call thatís how we roll Some boy waní roll deep and sell dem soul This is Beenie Man must sell platinum no gold This is how we roll J: First class cribs First class rides Big ass honey sitting by my side BM: First class honeys want to roll with me Cause Jamaican thugs roll VIP J: Candlelight scented bubbles in her tub Nothing but coke bottles poppiní in the club BM: Five-star restaurant, table for two You get nothing but the best when you roll with my crew J: We can party all night, we got chips to burn Tracey and her friends will be taking turns BM: Slamminí and fun thatís how we live everyday Thatís the way we players play Zagga zagga zay Chorus: J: We party hard and we ball (we ball) We hit them up and they fall (they fall) I love the shorties who be all thong up She waní me hit it up against the wall (Holla at me dogs!) (Repeat) BM: This a one hear name One mil, two mil, three mil, four Did my last tour and make three mil more Beenie Man shopping in designer stores House on the hill with cherrywood floors One girl, two girl, three girl, four Three more exes stalking my door Honeys be acting real insecure Iím well loved among the ladies on tour Chorus: J: We party hard and we ball (we ball) We hit them up and they fall (they fall) I love the shorties who be all thong up She waní me hit it up against the wall (Holla at me dogs!) (Repeat)

Midnight Lady

Gaye Marvin
So let me tell you 'bout Last Saturday night The club was rocking Super freaks hanging out Wall to wall They tell me something's going on in the men's room Soon as we come out we'll be high soon Did you save a line for the ladies We're not into that are you crazy Who's the super freak in the red dress When she starts to shake it, I can't take it Get in the groove and boogie to the beat baby Get in the groove and boogie to the beat baby Shake it baby, shake it pretty We got the party, we got the sounds We're off in the streets and all the freaks are getting down Get in the groove baby, and boogie to the beat Shake, shake your thing You freaky thing, the way you move you drive me crazy You freaky thing, you freaky thing You make me rock You make me rock You turn me on The way you dance The way you dance Midnight lady, sexy dancer Hot and hardy, love to party We're jammin' to love Major love minor love Jammin' to a great crescendo Let's party baby, shake it, shake it Party night to remember Oh, everybody's having fun Come on and party turn the green light on When I saw you I had to stop I had to stop in the middle of a bop I had to stop I got the rhythm I got the rhythm Love is everywhere for the making Freaks is everywhere for the taking Blues is in the air if you sing it Happiness come back if you bring it I'm having me a good time Midnight lady, midnight lady Rockin' and finger poppin' Somebody said you was a super freak I'm here to tell you I'm a super freak baby Get in the groove Get in the groove Get in the groove We got to rock, we got the rhythm We got to come on down to the boogie Feeling good (ad lib) Check that classy rhythm Give me that sexy beat I dig that feeling jam Midnight lady, sexy You are the one I'm looking for I never, never, never knew before Oh, baby, you're looking too good Super freaky

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