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SYLEENA JOHNSON lyrics - Chapter II: The Voice

Tonight I'm Gonna Let Go (Remix)

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[Intro & Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Yeah, shorty, let me hit you with no delayin watch me do it again I know shorty was with it the way she threw at her friends I turned around and then gave a pound to all of my men And peeped my mami send this through watchin me with a grin You know it's funny the way my shorty was playin kinda hard The way she lookin mami itchin to give it good to the God She hit me off in the crib and hit me off in the yard Her mind right keepin it live of the half these other broads I'm fuckin with ya [Syleena Johnson] I know that I made you wait (For a very long time) Cause I wasn't ready baby (For you to come inside) Wanted you to know my name (And not just what's between my thighs) I wanted you to play the game (Because I knew you get the prize) But the game is over baby (The more you need to fantasize) Cause I'm not letting go (So come and put your lips on mine) I won't even hesitate (Oh no baby not this time) I'm gonna give you all my lovin (And I'll make up for lost time) [Chorus: Syleena Johnson] It's the remix (Remix) dj's play it (Dj's play it) Busta busta (Busta bust) and Syleena (And Syleena) It's the remix (Remix) dj's play it (Dj's play it) Busta busta (Busta bust) and Syleena (And Syleena) [Verse 2: Syleena Johnson] Won't you come a little closer (While I slowly dim the lights) Put your hands up on my body (Baby you can take your time) Ain't no need to rush baby (Because we got all night) I just wanna scream you name (And make you wanna scream mine) I tried to fight the feelin baby (Boy you got me hypnotized) But I cant help that I've been feenin lately (I think about you all the time) Tonight I'm gonna get aggressive baby (So don't you fear put up a fight) Tonight I'm gonna put it on you baby (Sit back relax enjoy the ride) [Chorus: Syleena Johnson] It's the remix (Remix) dj's play it (Dj's play it) Busta busta (Busta bust) and Syleena (And Syleena) It's the remix (Remix) dj's play it (Dj's play it) Busta busta (Busta bust) and Syleena (And Syleena) [Rampage] Take them clothes off leave your boots on (Yeah) Get you in the mood throw them slow grooves on Spread you on a futon like Grey Poupon Eight inch nine inch maybe I'm too long [Baby Sham] Ok well just let me get my get right on Watch shorty how she dip in her Vicky draws Hot shorty when she strip and her lips is on My neck my back and her grip is strong [Spliff Star] Actin naughty (Yeah come on) then my kicks is on Me and shorty wylin out like dirty flicks is on Late night Mister Cee mastermix is on Holdin on the same table that the bricks was on [Busta Rhymes] Word is bond baby we can continue to get it on The way we slap the skin we can make a beat to a song Ald let me play the guitar with the string of your thong The way you throwin it back knowin your dead wrong your dead wrong [Syleena Johnson] And all of me, you can have (You can have) tonight (Tonight) And now (Boy I promise to make) you feel (Make you feel) so right Yeah yeah [Chorus: Syleena Johnson] It's the remix (Remix) dj's play it (Dj's play it) Busta busta (Busta bust) and Syleena (And Syleena) It's the remix (Remix) dj's play it (Dj's play it) Busta busta (Busta bust) and Syleena (And Syleena) [Outro: Syleena Johnson (Busta Rhymes)] It's the remix (Yeah Spliff Star) dj's play it (Yeah Busta Rhymes) Busta busta (Yeah Baby Sham)and Syleena (Yeah Rampage come on) It's the remix (Syleena Johnson) dj's play it (What) Busta busta (Yeah, come on, come on, come on) And Syleena (Yeah let it go now, let it flow now)

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

It's Always Something (Itsalwayssomething)

RICK SPRINGFIELD "Karma"
(Springfield) I look around me and I see what I wanted and what I settled for Yeah, I've got the heart of a Joan of Arc but the soul of a gigolo. I've been good at snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. Anytime I stopped to smell the roses they drew blood from me. Do you know what I mean? You never ever get away clean. But it's alright, Yeah, touchdown, turn around, flag on the play. It's always something, you know it is, it's always something, It's always something, everyday, it's always something. When I was a kid the teachers and the priests said, 'Why do you let him run around like that?' My father said, 'If the boy wants to play guitar, I say we let him.' Through the hard years he was my rock when I just could not win. So it goes y'know my father died just before my leaky ship came in. Do you know what I mean? You never ever get away clean. Oh, but it's alright yeah. Down one, homerun, your dog steals the ball. I step up to the table in the middle of my life and I take my cards and I check them twice. I've got a killer hand and I'm ready to stake my claim, the cops raid the game. ...it's always something

When Jesus Came To Play

JETHRO TULL "Catfish Rising"
I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of mine when he door came off its hinges like a cork from fizzy wine. He said, ''My name is Jesus: I'm the leader of the band. Got to set up my equipment, if you boys can lend a hand.'' Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play. He set that bandstand jumping. Yeah, and he cranked it up so loud. And he moved up to the microphone: had the attention of the crowd. He said, ''My name is Jesus: going to turn your head around. I'm going to make this easy. Got no time to mess around.'' Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play. ''I got no twelve disciples, and I got no cross to bear. If you thought they had me crucified, I guess you weren't there.'' Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play. When Jesus came... He sang about three or four numbers, but we'd heard it all before. We boys were getting restless: no girls were moving on the floor. Those parables, they were merciless and the tables overturned. And there were no minor miracles but false prophets they were burned. Well, maybe he was Jesus; but his hair could have used a comb. Long before he hit the last notes, we boys had all gone home. Oh yeah. When Jesus came to play. Oh Jesus, is it really you

Gimme The Light (Remix)

SEAN PAUL "Dutty Rock"
(feat. Busta Rhymes) [Intro] [Busta Rhymes:] Ay yo Sean Paul!!! [Sean Paul:] Yo yo [Busta Rhymes:] A Busta Rhymes this yuh know [Sean Paul:] Wah gwaan [Busta Rhymes] Pass me the blow torch let me light up this big head nigga [Sean Paul:] No doubt [Busta Rhymes:] Bring dat come rudebwoy [Sean Paul:] A Dutty Yeah!!! [Busta Rhymes:] Flipmode check it!!! [Chorus (Busta Rhymes):] Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bokkle a moe (Huh huh huh huh huh come on) Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yeah, yeah) Which one is gonna catch my flow (Busta Bus now) Cause I'm inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Yeah, Sean Paul now) Buss anotha bokkle a moe (Remix, remix, remix) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! [Verse 1: Busta Rhymes] Yeah yeah check it, clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand Run the streets you never move without the rest of the clan With a nine in the door panel in the side of the van Despite the hate that be always comin for you and your man It's Flipmode and Sean Paul nigga, understand [Sean Paul] Tell dem nuh ready fi di level weh di Dutty deh pon Turn up di bass and di treble music a di weopen Gal a whine up dem waist like a phenomenom All over di world oonu fi sing this a song yo [Chorus] Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Yo, yo, yo yo yo) Which one is gonna catch my flow Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Flipmode baby!!!) Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on, Sean Paul baby!!!) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Come on, yeah, yeah, Busta Bus now!!!) [Verse 2: Busta Rhymes] We be blazin cellular phones in wire or cingular And still gotta connect to smoke a piece of the rizla See if you could in a philly or a chalice I'm givin you The chance to smoke up until a ugly chick look like Vivica Fox Clap oonu hand oonu fi clap oonu hand Busta Bus inna di place oonu fi clap oonu hand Seh mi and Sean Paul link up come fi create a plan To go a dancehall buss it up and mek couple grand [Sean Paul] Cause Busta Bus will never stop and Sean-A-Paul will never quit Keep doin di Dutty Rock I mek dem gwaan buss pon it Pony Tail a bruk out and every man a seh she fit So di Dutty keep it bright up and lit yo [Chorus] Just gimme the light and pass the dro! (Check it!!!) Buss anotha bottle a moe (Ha!!! Huh!!!) Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Flipmode baby!!! Busta Bus baby!!! Sean Paul now!!! check it!!!) Which one is gonna catch my flow Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bottle a moe (Come on!!!) Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Remix!!! Remix!!! Come on!!!) [Verse 3: Sean Paul] Yo! Well every dance that we touch it get hype up (Hype up) And every stage yo we done it bun right up (Right up) Mi wanna push up oonu left and oonu right up (Right up) Because di lyrics dem a blast till night up (Night up) Come on don't act slight up and fight up (Fight up) Mi haffi tell dem seh Jah Jah unite up (Nite up) A one ting Sean-A-Paul yet fi sight up (Sight up) When mi red and when mi high like a kite up, Busta [Busta Rhymes] Yeah, di dro dat a di ting weh we need Gallang go crush all a di bud and crush di whole a di seed Mek we smoke all a di boom until di eye dem a bleed Or we bun all a di herb and smoke a pound a di weed [Chorus] Just gimme the light and pass the dro! Buss anotha bottle a moe (Huh!!!) Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Ha!!!) Which one is gonna catch my flow (Huh!!!) Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! (Come on!!!) Buss anotha bokkle a moe Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know!!! (Ha!!! Ha! Ha!!! Ha!) (Yo!) Just gimme me the light and pass the dro! (What! What! What! What!) Buss anotha bottle a moe Gal dem inna mi sight and I got to know (Huh! Huh! Come on!) Which one is gonna catch my flow Cause mi inna di vibe and I got my dough! Buss anotha bottkle a moe Gal dem lookin hype and I got to know! [Outro] [Sean Paul:] Yo yo yo, A Dutty Yeah [Busta Rhymes:] Huh! [Sean Paul:] Remix king, well yuh dun know, Busta Rhymes, Sean-A-Paul [Busta Rhymes:] Yeah, Busta Bus now, Sean Paul now Yeah, remix, remix, remix, yeah, yeah, remix!

Around My Way

JIM JONES
[Chorus: Jim Jones] Around my wayyyyy (Ok this ya boy Jones aka Capo Status) Around my wayyyyy (I'm about to take you through my way you know the projects and all that, I'm from Harlem ya'll) Where the corners filled with sorrow (But I think ummm..) All the streets are filled with pain (every hood, every ghetto, every gutter, that's my way, you dig) Around my wayyyyy (I love it like that, straight like that, Eastside) [Verse 1: Jim Jones] Around my way is where this road started (Harlem!) This little wild motherfucker grew up cold-hearted, rolled the hardest (yeah!) And I was runnin' all through the projects (Taff) Till I got caught up on some bogus charges brought up learnin' loadin' cartridge (lock and load) This little drama had dreams I used to run on the scene, gun in between stomach and jeans (jack move jack) Its only by the good of God, that we make it past 25 on my boulevard (and we still here) Hmmm and Lord knows my hood is hard Fuck around you could barred caught up on a gooder charge (that coke!) I fell in love with the sound of the blicker-blast (bldddddat!) I roll around in this town where these niggaz mad (Eastside!) Wit' shifty plans, it gets me man How they try to get a kilo out of 15 gram Damn, damn I mean some say we trippin' (why) Cause we rather stand on corners get our dollars of pitchin (that's right) [Chorus: Jim Jones] Around my wayyyyy (It's do or die, hope my niggaz'll ride It's do or die, hope my niggaz survive) Around my wayyyyy (It's do or die, hope my niggaz'll ride It's do or die, hope my niggaz survive) All the corners filled with sorrow (yea) All the streets are filled with pain Around my wayyyyy (Harlem) (Hope my niggaz'll ride, it's do or die hope my niggaz survive) [Verse 2: Jim Jones] By my way, these niggaz livin' for the foul play (they greasy) Brothers gunnin', babies runnin' this where the childs play (watch 'em) Puffin' grass, cuttin class, jus' tryin' play my part (straight g's) Bustin' Mags, dust and cash, jus' tryin' to play my mark (that money) Starvin' nights, startin' fights, jus' like a trouble-maker (what's poppin'!) Through the nights, blue and whites, hope they don't cuff and take us (fuck the police!) Pourin' liquor, for my niggaz, the ones that's dead and gone (R.I.P.!) Loadin' triggers, holdin' blickers, so we can get it on (Blllldddddddaaaat!) Yeah, he we go buggin' out I mean some are blooded-in But there ain't no bloodin'-out I'm on that same bullshit my big buzzings is about Homocide, drive-by, loaded clips and spit 'em out Got birds for money, on the curb we hungry And I promise that my way is like a 3rd world country (fuck it!) We doomed for the cage (yeah!) I never let go of my ghetto, still shoot through my way Around my way [Chorus] [Verse 3: Jim Jones] I got some people, about my casaleo Te matan, tu madre like "Ay bendito" (dito!) No hable ingles, but they fuma llerbita Move with them heaters, in tune with my medas (demelo!) And to my goons and negritas Shout to my nigga El Lobo Who get in rojo and spit and the popo (que pasol!) Over bricks with them lobos The kid 'ill go loco and grip up the .44 and spit it like uh-oh (hey pato) Along the way, I'm scoopin' games in this manly fashion (that's right) And by the way, I'm movin' caine while I'm blammer-blastin (fuck that) When will it change, the restraints to the man harrassin' I gotta say I still love this shit Around my way [Chorus] [Outro: Jim Jones overlaping chorus towards the middle] Yeah, this one goes to my way All my G's, all my soldiers 'Round my way keep ya head up We jus' started, we bubblin' Hun-15th and 7th Hun-15th and Lennox Hun-12th and 5th, the border of 1st Avenue That's my way Whole Westside of Harlem Whole Washington Heights, all my Dominicans They all around my way You know, Chi-Town, K-Town That's up there by my way, smell me Whole Ohio, Ackren, Colombus, Cinncinati That's my way Whole New Jersey, Newark, them LB's That's my way Shout outs to Patterson (Shags, Lulu) That's my way Whole North-Cackalacka, Greensboro, come down there That's my way Can't forget Miami, Day-County That's all around my way Shout outs to Atlanta, down in Bank-Head, my niggaz down there in the Trap That's my way Big shout out to Houston...

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