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Roger Miller lyrics - Silver Eagle Cross Country Pre

Chug-a-lug

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Chug-a-lug chug a lug make u wanna holla hidy hoe, burns your tummy don't you know Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug grape wine in a mason jar homemade and brought to school by a friend of mine and after class me and him and this im a fool decide that will drink up whats left chug-a-lug so I helped myself first time for everything umm my ear still rings Chug-a-lug Chug-a-lug make u wanna holla hidy hoe, burns your tummy don't you know Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug 4 H and an ffa on a field trip to the farm me and friend sneek off behind to this big old barn were way uncovered up covered up moonshine still and we thought we drank our fill and shollowed it with a smile ohh I run ten mile Chug-a-lug chug a lug make u wanna holla hidy hoe, burns your tummy don't you know Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug Jukebox and sodust floor somthin like i've never seen heck Im just going on 15, but with the help of my fanagle and an uncle I just snuk in for my first taste of sin I said let me have a big old sip bbbb i done a double back flip Chug-a-lug chug a lug make u wanna holla hidy hoe, burns your tummy don't you know Chug-a-lug chug-a-lug chig a chagle uh

Gangsta Lean

JOE BUDDEN "Joe Budden"
[Hook x2] WOOAH (WOOAH) Wooah that girl Shhh (Shht shht) I wanna Woouuf you girl [Chorus] Oooh that girl, she's on the scene She be my gangsta She be my Lean Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd I see her looking, she wanna get down [Verse 1] Let's jump off, where there's no sleep for days Regular Joe's on the creep again If you 'bout it then prove that girl Show me you know how to that girl Like who's that girl taking over me, I'm the all as if that don't make her notice me I don't Curr- 'bout her man, I don't Curr- if she faithfull I only came out to see what I can Fanai-go She got boots, Highlights she very use to Lipgloss, Fragrance smelling like Cherry Nu-Gla Everything that she rock she look fine in it When she relaxing, baby is air clining it I got it bad for diva, I holla back But if she holla back, is proud as her Rep Now, can we get it, poppin', Boo Cuz you watching me, but I'm watching you [Chorus] Oooh that girl, she's on the scene She be my gangsta She be my Lean Oooh that girl, she's in the crowd I see her looking, she wanna get down [Verse 2] Now things look a little more lively I'm starting to think she really likes me Her body is starting to hipnotize me I'm 'bout to forget I got a wifey Look how she clings to me, I'm picturing her doing bad things to me Like up all ya is going down Oh, Oh yo she's going down But for real, for real, on the really real You ain't got to go yet, don't be silly could chill Hope later on if she feeling me still, I'm like "What's really good, What's really the deal" If you looking for that perfect man to hold you down ma Then *sip* this nigga, slow it down ma But holla if you need a ride back boo Or just for the record, know that I'm that Nucca [Chorus] [Hook] [Verse 3] Are you the type to give it up when you sleep with the rest Or the type that like this and say it's deeper than sex I know, You got a 2-way I need that contact Let's hit the dace floor I need that contact Ma, I got big plans for us She's a freak, she's skandalous Cuz the blue jeans I see Vicky Inprints We can puff off like Nikki Infrants Cuz I like how you do that, damn Pretty lady gone do that dance I got my fresh Nike's, Full pockets, and a crisp white Tee Understand I'm feeling good 'bout me By now, who's that, my side, all night And no I'm not drunk, but I'm high off life I tried to talk, but she ate me, dude Cuz she big on me, like I'm big on... (Big on...) [Chorus: repeat to fade]

Holla Holla

JA RULE "Venni Vetti Vecci"
[Ja Rule:] [Chorus: 2X] (Holla Holla) All my niggaz thats ready to get (Dollaz Dollaz) Bitches know who can get em a little (Hotta Hotta) Come on, If you rollin' wit me (Follow Follow) Its Murda.. [Verse 1:] Think you fuckin' wit Ja, Nada Watcha wanna go Dolla for Dolla (Holla Holla) My niggaz is (Hotta Hotta) Fucks plenty bitches, and dug bitches for petty niggaz You look in me eyes and tell me they style aint ridiculous (Bitches Bitches) Pop da pussy and bounce like (Hit it Hit it) Sure if your favorite is long (Get it Get it) Baby Baby Dont you wanna leave tonite and fuck with me Cause we really need to be freaking off at any cost Its on me, if you married, then get a divorce When I hits it, some women get twisted Have em' twitchin', like 'Damn look what the dick did' I just wanna hit it the worst way, right after a long day And put the puss on lay-a-way, Heard me Im that, Dirty nigga that get you hot, and heat it Baby girl if you want it as bad as you need it [Chorus: Repeat 2x] [Verse 2:] Let me holla at my true thugs If niggas want war, bust slugs Nigga, what Im hotta hotta and just cant be touched Plus, anybody that fucks with me, gonna get felt How many want it Determines how the slugs get dealt Cuz I (Spit em' Spit em') Choke them niggas like roaches and then (Clip em' Clip em) Long as Im alive, Ima (Hit em' Hit em') Respect mines, to the day of my demise Dont fuck with me, cuz the flow's (Killa Killa) Whoever eva who wants it Its yours, now your gonna (Get it Get it) (Feela Feela) Nigga full of holes Treat em' like hoes, and show no love to them homo thugs Its us you wanna fuck with As soon as them slugs skip from body to body Go from grave to bit I dont respect it, plus niggas commited treason Who want it with Ja Who ready to die breathing [Chorus: Repeat 2x] [Verse 3:] Ja baby, one of the many, many niggas who sip Henny With the the two seaters, sittin on twenties I, I be wit running in, running out Then, thou bestow hit em' up, gun em' down Niggaz aint ready for Ja, any way, any how I give it give it to niggaz, claimin' that they live it Real (Niggaz Niggaz) brandish the iron and flash Like (Hold this Hold this) when you got nothing to live for Notice, niggaz be hot, and more explosive Focus, ready to rip em' up with the dope, this My life, niggaz is frontin', and stuntin' for nothing Better act right, fore' I spark and dim your lights Im a hazard, to niggaz, a bastard To bitches, when in doubt, go for stealth, and clap the finish Anything movin' rightfully hit for wrong doin' I'ma follow and enourage all my niggaz to WHAT! [Chorus: Repeat til' end]

Holla At The DJ

COCO JONES "Made Of"
Fresh off the flight with my brand new shoes on They ain't even out yet, let me introduce 'em I do my two step, hey right in front of ya Meet me at the door, it's kinda crazy cuz I'm popular Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up You see me turn it up And make it supersize We about to burn it up Just call me firefly So what, so what Talk about it You want, you want Yeah they wanna know about it They want, they want They wanna see about it They wanna stand around the club all night and think about it Amplify the recipe Every time you look at me I love it when I hear the sound (oh yeah) Turn the music up for me DJ, are you listening Let the beat drown us out (oh oh oh oh oh oh...) Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up Land in my spaceship, we didn't come to play Take over your area, we do this everyday Call yourself a Martian, well I'm from Jupiter Spin around you so fast, you can never catch me up Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up Holla at the DJ and tell him turn it up Cuz I like when the beat drop Play that record for me Clap my hands make me dance Rockin' on the floor So what, so what Talk about it You want, you want Yeah they wanna know about it They want, they want They wanna see about it They wanna stand around the club all night and think about it Amplify the recipe Every time you look at me I love it when I hear the sound (oh yeah) Turn the music up for me DJ, are you listening? Let the beat drown us out (oh oh oh oh oh oh...) Holla holla, h-holla holla, h-holla holla Play that record for me Holla holla, h-holla holla, h-holla holla We rockin' on the floor Tell the DJ turn it up Amplify the recipe Every time you look at me I love it when I hear the sound (oh yeah) Turn the music up for me DJ, are you listening? Let the beat drown us out (oh oh oh oh oh oh...)

Aight

MONTELL JORDAN "Life After Def"
[Rap verse 1] Hey girl remember me I met you backing 93 Even then, I liked your style And you got a little thicker now See my name is montelly-yo From the Westside of cally-yo But you can call me big daddy though Now peep game as I start to flow [Verse 1] Baby girl let me talk to you That's all that I wanna do I can tell your jeans are new Just right And I like What you do to me Everything that my body needs So holla back, cause I feel the need To turn you on tonight [Chorus] You got what I need I can see you in them right blue jeans I been known to make a honey wanna scream if you feel me, come holler @ me aight you got what I need I see you looking so fresh, so clean I been known to make a nigga wanna fiend If you feel me, come holla @me Aigh [Repeat 2X] [Rap verse 2] What you know about the dirty south Late nights at the waffle house Bad girls that like to bounce Atl, yeah That's what I am talking about Bankhead and krispy kremes Cadillac's on 23's Iced-grill that'll make you freeze Damn, you know what I mean [Verse 2] Let me kick this one more time Look straight into my eyes When you touch me I cant deny I get so excited So, what's it gonna be You wanna burn some calories We'll hit the Swiss on Peachtree You re gonna wake up next to me [Repeat chorus] [Rap verse 3 (Bonz Rap)] M.J lets ride on this one Doin 105 up 85 What you talking about The dirty south, and you just entered the prise' You gotta special way of making me rise They playing your song you are turning me on Showing the thong, dance wrong When we are up in the club I gotta dub and I am ready to cut From S.C. to cali Keep turning it up (it aint no game) what She love the dubs on my truck, uh, uhmmm Let me clear my throat Keeping it country like chicken and dumpling Rather have you humping on top of me Helping Mr. Jordan keep the party jumping And y'all know, I cant stop till be bottle empty So turn it all around From the back girl break it down Your looking scrumptious now Gotta hit it get it wow [Repeat chorus 2x]

Why Don't We Fall in Love (Remix)

AMERIE
[Intro: Cam'Ron] Yo this is the Roc-a-Fella remix Killa Cam man you what it is, Dipset [Verse 1: Amerie (Cam'Ron)] So many things I'm goin through (What you goin through?) So much that I wanna do (What?) It's startin to become so clear to me (Uh huh) Tomorrow ain't really guaranteed (Right) So many days I've thought of you, It's about time you knew the truth (Holla then) Got to act quickly you and I (Uh huh) And fall in love so many reasons why [Chorus: Amerie (Cam'Ron)] Why don't we (So why don't we) don't we Why don't we, why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Slow down ma) Why don't we fall in love (I got to get to know you first you know) It's so many reason (It's alot of reasons) It's the only thing that matters to me Why don't we fall in love (Holla at me though!) [Verse 2: Amerie (Cam'Ron)] It takes such a load off to let you know That your the only one I never want to go Things I never did now I want to do (That's sweet) A love I never felt now I feel for you (How cute) Why dont I just swallow each and every ounce of my pride (You know what you gettin into right?) Everything you do I wanna feel again, ain't no use for us to pretend (Ok) [Chorus: Amerie (Cam'Ron)] Why don't we, don't we, why don't we (You asked for it) Why don't we Why don't we fall in love (You know what you dealin with right?) We, we can't we fall Why don't we, why don't we (Yeah, yeah) Why don't we fall in love Oh! Fall in love......Yeah Come with me, tomorrow we're guaranteed, love, baby let's be Baby, let's be Why don't we, why don't we, why don't we fall in love (Killa, Uh, Holla, Uh, Uh) Why don't we, why don't we (Oh!) why don't we fall in love (Fall in love, I don't even know you, what's your name?) [Verse 3: Cam'Ron (Amerie)] Fall in love why cause you see the Florida plates? Explorin the states, seven forty five a quarter to eight Nah, not that Accord to the race Enough malt liquor I'm cordial with grapes You still get slaughtered and raped, camcorded and taped Come uptown see the dogs and the apes All the nasty little heffers with sores on they face We keep the base in the Ford's and the safe But everything will pour into place, forget your tour and your dates Hit Greyhound with raw on your waist Now your seemin leary, but your jeans are theory Sweatsuit juciy ma your mean ya hear me Wanna fall in love, well install the plug Dope, I sold all them drugs Hollows, cop killers, seen all those slugs East, west, south, seen all those thugs (Why don't we why don't we) Just slow down a bit, hit the town and split And dealin with Killa that mean you dealin with killers My hooks are bananas the team is gorillas, holla! [Outro: Cam'Ron] Dipset, Killa Cam, Amerie, Taliban, R-O-C, get your boy man

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