Get Low ....... Lil Jon & Eastside Crew
hear it now
3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low
Get Low get low Get Low
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that
Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine
I done came to the club about 50 11 times now
can I play with yoPanty line the club owner said I need to calm down
security guard go to sweatingMe
now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now
She getting crunk in the club I mean she work
Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off
BUCKEY nakedATL. Hoe don't disrespect it
Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch
Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities
Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug
Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act
you can keep yo ass where you at
3,6,9 damn she fine
hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2x
To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
Let me see you get low you scared you,
scared youDrop dat ass to the floor you scared you,
scared youLet me see you get low you scared you,
scared you Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you,
scared you Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya
Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya
Now back,back,back it upa back,back,
back it upa back,back,back it upa back,back,back it up
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit itNow stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit itNow stop ( O) then wiggle wit it
3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2xTo the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend
Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen
Steady looking at me Still asking questions
Times up nigga pass me another contestant
Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50
Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already
looking at a nigga with yo palm out bitch
I ain't even seen you dance
Twerk something baby work something baby
Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby
Slide down dat bitcha little bit then stop
Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop
Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands
I just wanna see yo ass dirty dance yin yang we done again
And put it on the map like annnnn3,6,9 damn she fine
hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2xTo the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)Got dam (Got dam)
ya ya'll twerking a little bit ladies
But ya got to twerk a little bit harder then dat
now right now I need all the ladies dat know
they look good tonite(where my sexy ladies)
we want ya'll to do this shit like this
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down
and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down
and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low)
3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time
Get low, Get low 2xTo the window, to the wall, (to dat wall)
To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS)
To all these bitches crawl (crawl)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!)
all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Sound of Silence -Simon and Garfunkel
Sounds of Silence Paul Simon & Art Garfunkel Hear it Now
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remainsWithin the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs
that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoedIn the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said,
the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
Hello darkness, my old friend,
Ive come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remainsWithin the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs
that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.
Fools said i, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoedIn the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon God they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said,
the words of the prophets
Are written on the subway wallsAnd tenement halls.
And whisperd in the sounds of silence.
Me and Bobby McGhee -Kris Kristofferson
Busted flat in Baton Rouge, headin' for the train,
Feelin' nearly faded as my jeans.
Bobby thumbed a diesel down, just before it rained;
Took us all the way to New Orleans.
I took my harpoon out of my dirty red bandanna,
And was blowing sad while Bobby sang the blues.
With them windshield wipers slappin' time,
And Bobby clappin' hands,
We finally sang up every song that driver knew.
Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' ain't worth nothin' but it's free.
Feeling good was easy, Lord,
when Bobby sang the blues.
Feeling good was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
From the coal mines of Kentucky to the California sun,
Bobby shared the secrets of my soul.
Standin' right beside me,
Lord, through everything I've done,
Every night she kept me from the cold.
Then somewhere near Salinas, Lord,
I let her slip away,
Lookin' for the home I hope she'll find.
And I'd trade all my tomorrows for a single yesterday,
Holdin' Bobby's body next to mine.
Freedom's just another word for nothing' left to lose:
Nothin' left is all she left for me.
Feeling good was easy, Lord, when Bobby sang the blues.
Buddy, that was good enough for me;
Good enough for me and Bobby McGee.
La da da la la na na naLa da da na na.La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da daLa la la da da.La la la da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la na na naLa la la da da.La da da da, Me and Bobby McGee.
La la la la la da da da.................
Convoy C W McCall
Convoy
By Bill Fries & Chip Davis
Uh, Breaker One-Nine, this here's the Rubber Duck You got a copy on me Pig-Pen? C'mon Uh, yeah 10-4 Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly it's clean clear to Flag-Town, C'mon
Uh, yeah, that's a big 10-4 Pig-Pen,
Yeah, we definitely got us the front door good buddy,
Mercy sakes alive,
looks like we got us a convoy
Was the dark of the moon,
on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth, pullin' logs
Cabover Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We 'as headin' fer bear on I-One-Oh
'Bout a mile outta Shaky-Town
I sez Pig-Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
An' I'm about to put the hammer on down
Cause we gotta little ol' convoy,
rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy,
ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy,
ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy,
cross the USA Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, breaker Pig-Pen, this here's The Duck
Uh, you wanna back off them hogs
10-4, 'bout five mile or so,
10-roger Them hogs is gittin' in-tense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa-Town
We had eighty-five trucks in all
But they's a road block up on the clover leaf
An' them bears 'as wall to wall
Yeah them smokies 'as thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear-in-the-air
I sez callin' all trucks, this here's The Duck
We about to go a huntin' bear
Cause we gotta great big convoy,
rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta great big convoy,
ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy,
ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, cross the USA
Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that Pig-Pen?
Uh, negatory Pig-Pen, yer still too close
Yeah, them hogs is startin' close up my sinuses
Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten
Well we rolled up interstate fourty-four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all a our swindle sheets
An' left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Chi-Town
Them bears was a gittin' smart
They'd brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There 'as armored cars, and tanks, and Jeeps
An' rigs of every size
Yeah them chicken coops 'as full a bears
An' choppers filled the skies
Well we shot the line, an' we went for broke
With a thousand screamin' trucks
And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus
In a chartreusse microbus
Hey Sod Buster, listen
You wanna put that microbus in behind the suicide jockey?
Yeah, he's haulin dynamite
He needs all the help he can git
Well we laid a strip fer the Jersey Shore
An' prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge 'as lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I sez Pig-Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't a gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight I sez,
let them truckers roll, 10-4
Cause we gotta mighty convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, cross the USA
Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, 10-4 Pig-Pen, what's yer 20? Omaha?!
Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer sure
Well mercy sakes alive good buddy
We gonna back on outta here
So keep the bugs off yer glass An' the bears off yer... tail
We gonna catch ya on the flip-flop
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side
We gone Bye, Bye...
By Bill Fries & Chip Davis
Uh, Breaker One-Nine, this here's the Rubber Duck You got a copy on me Pig-Pen? C'mon Uh, yeah 10-4 Pig Pen, fer sure, fer sure
By golly it's clean clear to Flag-Town, C'mon
Uh, yeah, that's a big 10-4 Pig-Pen,
Yeah, we definitely got us the front door good buddy,
Mercy sakes alive,
looks like we got us a convoy
Was the dark of the moon,
on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth, pullin' logs
Cabover Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We 'as headin' fer bear on I-One-Oh
'Bout a mile outta Shaky-Town
I sez Pig-Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
An' I'm about to put the hammer on down
Cause we gotta little ol' convoy,
rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta little ol' convoy,
ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy,
ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy,
cross the USA Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, breaker Pig-Pen, this here's The Duck
Uh, you wanna back off them hogs
10-4, 'bout five mile or so,
10-roger Them hogs is gittin' in-tense up here
By the time we got into Tulsa-Town
We had eighty-five trucks in all
But they's a road block up on the clover leaf
An' them bears 'as wall to wall
Yeah them smokies 'as thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear-in-the-air
I sez callin' all trucks, this here's The Duck
We about to go a huntin' bear
Cause we gotta great big convoy,
rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta great big convoy,
ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy,
ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, cross the USA
Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that Pig-Pen?
Uh, negatory Pig-Pen, yer still too close
Yeah, them hogs is startin' close up my sinuses
Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten
Well we rolled up interstate fourty-four
Like a rocket sled on rails
We tore up all a our swindle sheets
An' left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that Chi-Town
Them bears was a gittin' smart
They'd brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There 'as armored cars, and tanks, and Jeeps
An' rigs of every size
Yeah them chicken coops 'as full a bears
An' choppers filled the skies
Well we shot the line, an' we went for broke
With a thousand screamin' trucks
And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus
In a chartreusse microbus
Hey Sod Buster, listen
You wanna put that microbus in behind the suicide jockey?
Yeah, he's haulin dynamite
He needs all the help he can git
Well we laid a strip fer the Jersey Shore
An' prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge 'as lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I sez Pig-Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck
We just ain't a gonna pay no toll
So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight I sez,
let them truckers roll, 10-4
Cause we gotta mighty convoy, rockin' through the night
Yeah we gotta mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on an' join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna git in our way
We're gonna roll this truckin' convoy, cross the USA
Convoy... Convoy...
Uh, 10-4 Pig-Pen, what's yer 20? Omaha?!
Well they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer sure
Well mercy sakes alive good buddy
We gonna back on outta here
So keep the bugs off yer glass An' the bears off yer... tail
We gonna catch ya on the flip-flop
This here's the Rubber Duck on the side
We gone Bye, Bye...
Moulin Rouge Thunderpuss remix
Lady Marmalade (Moulin Rouge version) ... hear it nowHey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister
Hey sister, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go
Uh, where's all ma soul sisters
Uh, let me hear ya flow sisters
He met Marmalade down in old Moulin Rouge
Struttin' her stuff on the street
She said: 'Hello, hey Joe, you wanna give it a go?'Oh, ooh, uh
Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da (hey)
Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here (here here here, oh)
Mocca chocolata, ya ya (ooh yeah)
Creole Lady Marmalade (woah, woah, woah)
OhVoulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (oh, uh oh)(Woo, woo, woo, woo, woo)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)(Woo, woo, woo, woo)
He sat in her boudoir while she freshened up (uh)(Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, flow sister)Boy, drank all that magnolia wine(Hey sister, go sister, soul sister, go sister)
On her black, satin sheets, is where he started to freak, yeah
Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da (da, da, da)Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here (ooh ooh, yeah yeah)
Mocca chocolata, ya ya (ya ya-ah-ah)Creole Lady Marmalade (yeah yeah)
OhVoulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir, woah woah woah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ooh)Yeah, yeah, uhYeah, yeah, uh
You come through with the money and the garter belts
Let 'em know we got that cake, straight out the gate
We independent women, some mistake us for whores
I'm sayin' why spend mine, when I can spend yours (when I can spend yours)
Disagree, well that's you and I'm sorry
I'm a keep playin' these cats out like Atari (like Atari)
High heeled shoes, gettin' love from the Jews
Four bad-ass chicks from the Moulin Rouge (from the Moulin Rouge)
Hey sisters, soul sisters, better get that dough sisters
We drink wine with diamonds in the glass
By the case, the meaning of expensive taste
You wanna, gitchi gitchi, ya ya (come on)
Mocca chocolata (what)
Creole Lady Marmalade (one more time, come on now)
MarmaladeLady MarmaladeMarmalade (ooh)
Lady Marmalade (ooh yeah)Marmalade (oh)
Hey, hey, hey ah-ah-ah-ah-ah
Touch of her skin feelin' silky smooth (hey)
Colour of café au lait (alright)
Made the savage beast inside roar until he cried
More, (more) more, (more) more, yeah
Now he's back home doin' nine to five (nine to five)
Livin' a grey flannel life
But when he, turns off to sleep, memories creep
More, (more) more, (more) more (ooh, ooh, oh)
Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, da da (da da, yeah)
Gitchi gitchi, ya ya, here (here, oh, oh ,oh)
Mocca chocolata, ya ya (mocca chocolata, uh, uh, oh, oh)
Creole Lady Marmalade (-lade)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir, ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (all my sisters, yeah)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, ce soir (ce soir)
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, (oh,oh-uh, oh)
Come on, uh
Christina (-alade, oh, oh)Pink (Lady Marmalade)Lil' Kim (Hey, hey, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh)Mya (uh-oh, ooh yeah)Rotweiler babe (baby)Moulin Rouge (ooh, da da)Misdemeanor hereCreole Lady Marmalade, ooh, uh ooh, yes-uh
Wats Luv Warren G
Wats Luv by Warren G feat. Tina Turner hear it now
oooooooooohhhhhhhh yyeeeaaahhhhhh
Wats luv got to do?
Warren G rap for me yeahhh!
When G dog the hog come up in the place
There's dollar signs in your eyez
And a smile in your face
You wanna live phat, off of my sack
You got more drag than a low lo tho, cut the act
Cause back before '92 and '93
You didn't give a damn about Warren G
But now that I'm slangin' platinum LP's
All of a sudden you want my N.U.Ts
Ain't nothin' you can do to make it stop
Cause money makes the world go 'round
And the panties drop
I ain't in love though I don't need the pressure
I just wanna do ya Like I'm diggin' for treasure
Some of ya'll had a good thing, that you couldn't keep
Thought you was TLC, You had to creep
You say you had love I say you need to quit it
It's all about the dough So what's love got to do with it
(chorus)Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(that's right)
Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
If ya lackin this gameIts a shame you won't make it
Now I'm the type of brother that's down for mines
Before I made beats, I was down to crime
Back then every single homie had my back
Now they're peepin' ma stack And they're talking 'bout jack
But I'm the same brotha Day in and day out
And i'ma stay that way Until the day i lay out
In a casket, its drastic Cause homies is plastic
Brake 'em off some bread they want the whole damn basket
If you's a true homie you would wish me well
Not plot to see ya brother fail Jealous as hell
We used to get the same riches
Now your trigger finger got the itches
Schemin' on my bitches Which is not a surprise
My eyes peep game 211's 187's It's all the same
It's all a shame Homies a jack you for your grip
Ain't no love involved Because it's all about the chips
(chorus)Wats luv got to do, got to do with it(thats right)
Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
If ya lackin this gameIts a shame you won't make it
Now for these labels tellin' fables
Makin' them messed up deals under the tables
You think that you're smart But fool I'm the smartest
You can't make no money If you can't keep an artist
Sign the dotted line Put em on the shelf
Break em off some crumbs Keep the rest for yourself
I know how it goes Treat a artist like ya know
Fly cars, Gold, clothes, but no dough
Since it's all business, I'ma handle mine
Keep track of my stack down to the very last dime
Cause in this rap game It's all about the buck
You bend over for tha label And you will get bucked
Like how you run up in a skirt And then your through
The record label do the same thang to you
90% business, 10% show Ain't no love in this game cause it's all about the dough
(chorus) x 4Wats luv got to do, got to do with it (thats right)
Wats luv if you dont's respect the game (uh huh)
Wats luv got to do, got to do with it
If ya lackin this gameIts a shame you won't make it (uh huh)
Insane in the Brain -Cypress Hill
Insane In The Brain
To da one on da flamboyant tempaI
just toss that ham in the fryin pan
like spamit's done when I come in slamdamn,
I feel like the son of sam
don't make me wreck shit
hectic next to the chair
got me goin' like general electric
errrthe lights are blinkin' I'm thinkin'
it's all over when go out drinkin'
OH makin' my mind slow,
that's why I don't fuck with the big four-ohbro,
I got ta' maintain
cuz a nigga like me is goin; insane
insane in the membrane
insane in the brain!
insane in the membrane
insane in the brain!
insane in the membrane
crazy insane, got no brain!
insane in the membrane
insane in the brain!
Do my shit undercover
now it's time for for the blubba
blaba to watch dat belly get fatter
fat boy on a diet don't try it
I'll jack your ass like a looter in a riot
my shits fat like a sumo slammin' dat ass
leavin' your face in the grass
you know I don't take a dulo lightly
punk just jealous cuz he can't out write me
so kick that style, wicked wild
happy face nigga never seen me smile
rip dat mainframe I'll explain
a nigga like me is goin' insane
chorus
Like louie armstrong
played the trumpet
I'll hit dat bong and break ya off something soon
I got ta get my propscopscome and try to snatch my crops
these pigs wanna blow my house down
head underground to the next town
they get mad when they come to raid my pa
dand I'm out in the nine-deuce Cadyes
I'm the pirate pilotof this ship if I getwit' the ultraviolet
dreamhide from the red light beam
now do you believe in the unseen
look, but don't make you eyes strain
a nigga like me is goin' insane
chorus
Run it (Remix) Chris Brown,Bow Wow,Jermaine Dupri
Run it...Chris Brown Feat. Bow Wow (hear it)
[Jermaine Dupri]Clap your hands (RUN)
Yall know what this isSO SO DEF
[Bow Wow][Rap]Now lil mama just break it down
For the boy Bow Wow & that boy Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground,
bring it up slow
Twurk that thang like them girls in the videos
And I`m leavin here with somethin
I come wit dat good game baby girl I aint frontin
I got that Bentley GT parked outside
So scream at a nigga when your ready to ride
Come on
[Chris Brown]Let me talk to you
Tell you how it is
I was thinkin when I saw that body
gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon do
Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be your kin
Babe pretty thick wit the kick that's sick
that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon do
[Hook]I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [2x][Chorus]
Is ya man (hey)on the flo? (oh)
If he ain't... Let me know (let me know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it [2x]
(Chris come on man ... )
[Chris Brown]You'll seeGirl I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitly show you things
that's gon have you sayin I can't be 16 (ohhh)
Once I get in you won't wanna go(and I...)
I'll have yo girls wishin they were you(and I...)
I know your heard about me,
but guess what's goin down if we leave
[Hook]I got friends, and you got friends (word)
They hop out, and you hop in (word)
I look fly, and they jockin (worrrd?)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [2x][Chorus]
Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it [2x]
(Lets take it to the bridge ... )[Bridge]
Girl you feel right(Feel right)
Make me feel like...(feel like...)
I wanna do a little somethin(do a little somethin)
Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho
Girl the way that your wearin them jeans is turnin me on
I'm the hottest thing thats in these streets
so baby won't you rock me...(Bow Wow holla at em ...)
[Bow Wow]Now if ya man aint on the flo then i`ma step in
Replace him
Tell yo friends After party at my spot
Shawty gotta come back cuz she so hot
Now we lookin for them grown girls that aint scared to get to it
Know what to do when we drop that music (right)
Lil mini skirts cuz she lookin good
Got different color weaves mayne she so hood
I like em thick in the waist (uhh)
Ten in the face
The girls come to us so we dont chase
She move her booty like a lowrider.... up... down
Man she likes the way that I puts it down
And aint nothin to a G i do this on the daily
You dont believe me you can ask JD
(yea man you can ask me)
And it aint no second guessin mayne
Matter fact babygirl I got one question now
[Chorus 2x]
(Right about now I need everyone to get to the dance floor)
[Music til' fade out...]
Run ... Run
Run Run Run
Run Run Run
[Jermaine Dupri]Clap your hands (RUN)
Yall know what this isSO SO DEF
[Bow Wow][Rap]Now lil mama just break it down
For the boy Bow Wow & that boy Chris Brown
All I wanna do is see you take it to the ground,
bring it up slow
Twurk that thang like them girls in the videos
And I`m leavin here with somethin
I come wit dat good game baby girl I aint frontin
I got that Bentley GT parked outside
So scream at a nigga when your ready to ride
Come on
[Chris Brown]Let me talk to you
Tell you how it is
I was thinkin when I saw that body
gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon do
Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be your kin
Babe pretty thick wit the kick that's sick
that need to be hit
So tell me what ya'll gon do
[Hook]I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [2x][Chorus]
Is ya man (hey)on the flo? (oh)
If he ain't... Let me know (let me know)
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it [2x]
(Chris come on man ... )
[Chris Brown]You'll seeGirl I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitly show you things
that's gon have you sayin I can't be 16 (ohhh)
Once I get in you won't wanna go(and I...)
I'll have yo girls wishin they were you(and I...)
I know your heard about me,
but guess what's goin down if we leave
[Hook]I got friends, and you got friends (word)
They hop out, and you hop in (word)
I look fly, and they jockin (worrrd?)
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop [2x][Chorus]
Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't... Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it [2x]
(Lets take it to the bridge ... )[Bridge]
Girl you feel right(Feel right)
Make me feel like...(feel like...)
I wanna do a little somethin(do a little somethin)
Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho
Girl the way that your wearin them jeans is turnin me on
I'm the hottest thing thats in these streets
so baby won't you rock me...(Bow Wow holla at em ...)
[Bow Wow]Now if ya man aint on the flo then i`ma step in
Replace him
Tell yo friends After party at my spot
Shawty gotta come back cuz she so hot
Now we lookin for them grown girls that aint scared to get to it
Know what to do when we drop that music (right)
Lil mini skirts cuz she lookin good
Got different color weaves mayne she so hood
I like em thick in the waist (uhh)
Ten in the face
The girls come to us so we dont chase
She move her booty like a lowrider.... up... down
Man she likes the way that I puts it down
And aint nothin to a G i do this on the daily
You dont believe me you can ask JD
(yea man you can ask me)
And it aint no second guessin mayne
Matter fact babygirl I got one question now
[Chorus 2x]
(Right about now I need everyone to get to the dance floor)
[Music til' fade out...]
King of the Road-Roger Miller
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no meansKing of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suits and shoes,I
don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Rooms to let...fifty cents.
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but..two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no meansKing of the road.
Third boxcar, midnight train
Destination...Bangor, Maine.
Old worn out suits and shoes,I
don't pay no union dues,
I smoke old stogies I have found
Short, but not too big around
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
I know every engineer on every train
All of their children, and all of their names
And every handout in every town
And every lock that ain't locked
When no one's around.I sing,
Trailers for sale or rent
Rooms to let, fifty cents
No phone, no pool, no pets
I ain't got no cigarettes
Ah, but, two hours of pushin' broom
Buys an eight by twelve four-bit room
I'm a man of means by no means
King of the road.
Not Understood-Thomas Bracken(Poem)
Not Understood
Not understood, we move along asunder;
Our paths grow wider as the seasons creep
Along the years; we marvel and we wonder
Why life is life, and then we fall asleep
Not understood.
Not understood, we gather false impressions
And hug them closer as the years go by;
Till virtues often seem to us transgressions;
And thus men rise and fall, and live and die
Not understood.
Not understood! Poor souls with stunted vision
Oft measure giants with their narrow gauge;
The poisoned shafts of falsehood and derision
Are oft impelled 'gainst those who mould the age,
Not understood.
Not understood!
The secret springs of action
Which lie beneath the surface and the show,
Are disregarded; with self-satisfaction
We judge our neighbours, and they often go
Not understood.
Not understood! How trifles often change us!
The thoughtless sentence and the fancied slight
Destroy long years of friendship, and estrange us,
And on our souls there falls a freezing blight;
Not understood.
Not understood! How many breasts are aching
For lack of sympathy!
Ah! day by day How many cheerless, lonely hearts are breaking!
How many noble spirits pass away,
Not understood.
O God! that men would see a little clearer,
Or judge less harshly where they cannot see!
O God! that men would draw a little nearer To one another, --
they'd be nearer Thee,
And understood.
Song of Crazy Horse-J.D.Blackfoot
hear the original version
You took his land and you ate his corn,
and on his grave your land was born.
You took his pride and you fed him dirt,
you wished him winter without a shirt
and you called this red man savage.
And after you crushed him you helped him up,
to let him drink from an empty cup.
You gave him the Navy without the fleet,
and made him lick your hands and kiss your feet,
and you named this mad dog savage.
Well I found a book the other day,
so I looked up red and white to see what it'd say.
One was a savage the other unlearned,
like a look in the mirror the tables were turned,
for history has named you - savage.
In the year of 65 when I was very young,
we watched the dust clouds to the south
we knew that you had come.
We saw you build your chain of forts
along the Bozeman Road,
but Red Cloud had his allies a-counted
long before it snowed.
And someday Great White Father you will know my name.
In December of 66' you met me face to face.
I decoyed your Captain Fetterman
and we never left a trace.
Into our sacred homelands
your Blue Coat Soldiers came,
but we just taught you a heap-big lesson
in the Battle of a Hundred Slain.
And someday Great White Father
you will know my name.
In the June of 76' our Nation joined its hands.
We made our camps on The Little Bighorn
not knowing of your plans.
You sent your long-haired Custer
with the Seventh Cavalry,
to hunt and kill my children
for wanting to be free.
And I think it’s time Great White Father
that you knew my name !
It’s Crazy Horse - it’s Crazy Horseand I wish you were here to see,
cause’ I got Yellow Hair cornered at the Bighornand I’m about to set him free.
Ride to the village to get my Oglala's,
the Sans Arc’s and the Miniconjou,
Get Sitting Bull with his band of Hunkpapa’s,
the Brule’s and Blackfoot’s too.
Ridin’ home from battle came the Cheyenne ponies with white blood drippin’ from their feet.
Their riders were a lookin’ and a shoutin’ up to heaven
here’s to Chivington at Sand Creek.
Hey there mister wagon master
what do ya' have inside,
hidden underneath of that buffalo hide.
Could it be ya' brought to me
some food from the man back east,
so my starvin' children could have a feast.
A-hey mother come look and see,
what the bastard done brought to me -
its alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and guns
Now I have seen the Eagle soaring
beautiful and free,
I don't want no man to make less of me.
Do you take me for a fool
or as a little child?
And do you really wonder what's made me wild?
Hey paleface ya' better run,
because my men been havin' lots of fun
on your - alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and guns.
Yeah -
Now I have waited patiently
for you to pay your rent,
but as yet I haven’t seen that first red cent.
I don’t think that there’s much chance
of me evicting you,
but watch out for the day that you get Sioux‘d.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun,
but his sad country it still is run - on his
alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and guns.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun,
but his sad country it still is run - on his
alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and GUNS.
Now you try to trick me and lock me up in jail,
but where would a stupid savage
find the bondsmen or the bail.
I turn to run for I am scared and want so to be free.
I feel the ice cold bayonet
as it sinks deep inside of me.
But someday Great White Father
you’ll remember me.
Sioux warriors teach your children t
he white mans evil tongue.
Make them know the name of Crazy Horse
and the battles he has won.
So they will know the truth
when its knowledge that they crave.
Let them sing of the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
And of the Great White Father
that dug my grave.
Brown rivers once were blue
now the fish float upside down.
Ancestral burial grounds
that’s where you built your towns.
The smokestacks from your factories
they pollute my skies.
You slaughtered all my buffalo
and you left me here to die.
And all of this you have done
in the name of God.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his grave
than the wisest men could see.
I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild,
I have seen the land of the great beyond.
I am one with this earth as a little child.
Let my eternal light shine on.
I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild,
and I have seen the land of the great beyond.
I am one with this earth as a little child.
Let my eternal light shine on.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his grave than the wisest men could see.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his crave than the wisest men could see.
For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his crave than the wisest men could see.
Milkweed allusion cast its dye.
And the horse that dances starts to fly.
Rhythms of metamorphosus leave their stain.
Memories of happiness kept in vain.
The target tomorrow is one step beyond.
For lilies of mercy lost on a pond.
They cry out for freedom to the light house above.
They are angels of victory, peace and love.
Visions of Odin dark and oblique.
Mind over matter which all men seek.
A vague understanding with no recourse.
And a fond remembrance of Crazy Horse.
Just Ride away - And travel right out through space and time.
Try and find a way of leaving the illusion behind.
And in this sleep your mind will be awakened.
To the calling of a dream that lies within.
You’re just a child, who has but to remember.
That in yourself you just found your best friend.
So ride away - And let your mind go through its metamorphosis.
Try and find a way - To bring your sunken love back to the surface.
And sail on silver clouds straight through the fire.
Like a lily pad adrift on a windless sea.
A-clinging to the breast of Mother Nature.
Together sailing beautiful and free.
Ride away lord -
It’s said that Crazy Horse had the power to dream himself into the real world - and leave the illusion behind.
DOUBLE CHANT -
So ride away - And don’t recall the things that are best forgotten.
Try and find a way - of picking from the barrel the one that’s rotten.
The key to peace is sitting on your shoulders.
So knock upon the door and you walk on in.
You’re just a child who has but to remember.
That in yourself you just found your best friend.
So ride away yeah - Ride away - Ride away - Ride away - Ride away yeah - Oh yeah -
For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee -
check out Crazy Horse Story on Wikipedia Buy the Song of Crazy Horse from the Creator
You took his land and you ate his corn,
and on his grave your land was born.
You took his pride and you fed him dirt,
you wished him winter without a shirt
and you called this red man savage.
And after you crushed him you helped him up,
to let him drink from an empty cup.
You gave him the Navy without the fleet,
and made him lick your hands and kiss your feet,
and you named this mad dog savage.
Well I found a book the other day,
so I looked up red and white to see what it'd say.
One was a savage the other unlearned,
like a look in the mirror the tables were turned,
for history has named you - savage.
In the year of 65 when I was very young,
we watched the dust clouds to the south
we knew that you had come.
We saw you build your chain of forts
along the Bozeman Road,
but Red Cloud had his allies a-counted
long before it snowed.
And someday Great White Father you will know my name.
In December of 66' you met me face to face.
I decoyed your Captain Fetterman
and we never left a trace.
Into our sacred homelands
your Blue Coat Soldiers came,
but we just taught you a heap-big lesson
in the Battle of a Hundred Slain.
And someday Great White Father
you will know my name.
In the June of 76' our Nation joined its hands.
We made our camps on The Little Bighorn
not knowing of your plans.
You sent your long-haired Custer
with the Seventh Cavalry,
to hunt and kill my children
for wanting to be free.
And I think it’s time Great White Father
that you knew my name !
It’s Crazy Horse - it’s Crazy Horseand I wish you were here to see,
cause’ I got Yellow Hair cornered at the Bighornand I’m about to set him free.
Ride to the village to get my Oglala's,
the Sans Arc’s and the Miniconjou,
Get Sitting Bull with his band of Hunkpapa’s,
the Brule’s and Blackfoot’s too.
Ridin’ home from battle came the Cheyenne ponies with white blood drippin’ from their feet.
Their riders were a lookin’ and a shoutin’ up to heaven
here’s to Chivington at Sand Creek.
Hey there mister wagon master
what do ya' have inside,
hidden underneath of that buffalo hide.
Could it be ya' brought to me
some food from the man back east,
so my starvin' children could have a feast.
A-hey mother come look and see,
what the bastard done brought to me -
its alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and guns
Now I have seen the Eagle soaring
beautiful and free,
I don't want no man to make less of me.
Do you take me for a fool
or as a little child?
And do you really wonder what's made me wild?
Hey paleface ya' better run,
because my men been havin' lots of fun
on your - alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and guns.
Yeah -
Now I have waited patiently
for you to pay your rent,
but as yet I haven’t seen that first red cent.
I don’t think that there’s much chance
of me evicting you,
but watch out for the day that you get Sioux‘d.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun,
but his sad country it still is run - on his
alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and guns.
A hundred years have seen the setting sun,
but his sad country it still is run - on his
alcohol - tobacco - and guns,
alcohol - tobacco - and GUNS.
Now you try to trick me and lock me up in jail,
but where would a stupid savage
find the bondsmen or the bail.
I turn to run for I am scared and want so to be free.
I feel the ice cold bayonet
as it sinks deep inside of me.
But someday Great White Father
you’ll remember me.
Sioux warriors teach your children t
he white mans evil tongue.
Make them know the name of Crazy Horse
and the battles he has won.
So they will know the truth
when its knowledge that they crave.
Let them sing of the land of the free
and the home of the brave.
And of the Great White Father
that dug my grave.
Brown rivers once were blue
now the fish float upside down.
Ancestral burial grounds
that’s where you built your towns.
The smokestacks from your factories
they pollute my skies.
You slaughtered all my buffalo
and you left me here to die.
And all of this you have done
in the name of God.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest
on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his grave
than the wisest men could see.
I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild,
I have seen the land of the great beyond.
I am one with this earth as a little child.
Let my eternal light shine on.
I have dreamed the vision of the horse that dances wild,
and I have seen the land of the great beyond.
I am one with this earth as a little child.
Let my eternal light shine on.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his grave than the wisest men could see.
Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his crave than the wisest men could see.
For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee.
But there is more buried in his crave than the wisest men could see.
Milkweed allusion cast its dye.
And the horse that dances starts to fly.
Rhythms of metamorphosus leave their stain.
Memories of happiness kept in vain.
The target tomorrow is one step beyond.
For lilies of mercy lost on a pond.
They cry out for freedom to the light house above.
They are angels of victory, peace and love.
Visions of Odin dark and oblique.
Mind over matter which all men seek.
A vague understanding with no recourse.
And a fond remembrance of Crazy Horse.
Just Ride away - And travel right out through space and time.
Try and find a way of leaving the illusion behind.
And in this sleep your mind will be awakened.
To the calling of a dream that lies within.
You’re just a child, who has but to remember.
That in yourself you just found your best friend.
So ride away - And let your mind go through its metamorphosis.
Try and find a way - To bring your sunken love back to the surface.
And sail on silver clouds straight through the fire.
Like a lily pad adrift on a windless sea.
A-clinging to the breast of Mother Nature.
Together sailing beautiful and free.
Ride away lord -
It’s said that Crazy Horse had the power to dream himself into the real world - and leave the illusion behind.
DOUBLE CHANT -
So ride away - And don’t recall the things that are best forgotten.
Try and find a way - of picking from the barrel the one that’s rotten.
The key to peace is sitting on your shoulders.
So knock upon the door and you walk on in.
You’re just a child who has but to remember.
That in yourself you just found your best friend.
So ride away yeah - Ride away - Ride away - Ride away - Ride away yeah - Oh yeah -
For Crazy Horse he was laid to rest on a creek called Wounded Knee -
check out Crazy Horse Story on Wikipedia Buy the Song of Crazy Horse from the Creator
American Dream-Jimmy Cliff
American Dream - Jimmy Cliff - click here to Hear it now
American Dream
Oh yeah the American dream,American dream
Oh yeah the American dream,American dream
The American dream
So you want to get American visa
Go to where they say the living is easier
Since you were young you been told
You can get anything there
But the soul
Freedom and prosperity for all
Equal opportunity stalk all
But words without deeds
Is like a gold wind full of breeze
So you better take heed
So you better beware
And you better take care
Cause you just might be there for a nightmare
Oh yeah the American dream
The American dream
The American dreamIs not what it seems
And so itâs better to seek a home
In Mount Zion I than in Rome
Cause when your lake be get dry
A lot of people go comply
Some might even die
And so is Africa for AfricansIndia for Indians
China for the Chinese ones
Europe for Europeans
And now you understandI hope you find your Land
Because a dream is not reality
Oh yeah the American dream
American dream
The American dream
Oh yeah the American dream
The American dreamIs not what it seems
YeahFor some it means the power and the glory
And still for some a super vision story
Still for some an illusion filled with confusion
And illusion notions
I know for some it means a manâs ambition
Or the memory of organisation
For when the big operations
Take you in litigation you need protection
From most High Jah Rastafari
So you better beware
And you better take care
Cause you just might be there for a nightmare
Oh yeah the American dream
The American dream
The American dreamIs not what it seems
(talked)Why do you slumberFrom January to December
Dream will only last while you sleepYeah,
donât lookingâ for it there
So you want to get American visa
Go to where they say the living is easier
Since you were young you been told
You can get anything there
But the soul
Freedom and prosperity for all
Equal opportunity stalk all
But words without deeds
Is like a gold wind full of breeze
So you better take heed
So you better beware
And you better take care
Cause you just might be there for a nightmare
Oh yeah the American dream
The American dream
The American dreamIs not what it seems
And so itâs better to seek a home
In Mount Zion I than in Rome
Cause when your lake be get dry
A lot of people go comply
Some might even die
And so is Africa for AfricansIndia for Indians
China for the Chinese ones
Europe for Europeans
And now you understandI hope you find your Land
Because a dream is not reality
Oh yeah the American dream
American dream
The American dream
Oh yeah the American dream
The American dreamIs not what it seems
YeahFor some it means the power and the glory
And still for some a super vision story
Still for some an illusion filled with confusion
And illusion notions
I know for some it means a manâs ambition
Or the memory of organisation
For when the big operations
Take you in litigation you need protection
From most High Jah Rastafari
So you better beware
And you better take care
Cause you just might be there for a nightmare
Oh yeah the American dream
The American dream
The American dreamIs not what it seems
(talked)Why do you slumberFrom January to December
Dream will only last while you sleepYeah,
donât lookingâ for it there
Superman- Eminem
Dina Rea:]Mmmhh [
Eminem:]You high baby?
[Dina Rea:]Yeahh...
[Eminem:]Yeah?
[Dina Rea:]hahaha..Talk to me...
[Eminem:]You want me to tell you somethin?
[Dina Rea:]Uh huh...
[Eminem:]I know what you wanna hear...'
Cuz I know you want me baby
I think I want you too...
[Dina Rea:]I think I love you baby...
[Eminem:]I think I love you too...
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
come be in Shady's world...
[Dina Rea:]oh boy you drive me crazy...
[Eminem:]Bitch you make me hurl...
[Eminem:]They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now
I'll never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship save it bitch,
babysit? you make me sick
Superman aint savin shit,
girl you can jump on shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I'll ***TELL THE MUTHA FUCKIN*** slut to her face
Play no games, say no names,
ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out? i'll put you out
Won't get out? i'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin shit
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? buy you ice
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come, they go
Saturday through sunday monday
Monday through sunday yo
Maybe i'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...
[Chorus:]'Cuz I can't be your supermanCan't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman...
[Eminem:]Don't get me wrongI love these hoes
It's no secretEverybody knows
Yeah we fuckedBitch so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car i'll be in
[Woman Screaming]We'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that
Neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much prideBetween you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you
We just met and I just fucked you
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow'
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...
[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]
[Eminem:]I know you want me babyI think I want you too...
[Dina Rea:]I think I love you baby...
[Eminem:]I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in shady's world
I wanna grow together
Lets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in shady's world...
[Dina Rea:]Oh boy you drive me crazy...
[Eminem:]Bitch you make me hurl.
[Eminem:]First thing you said...
[Eminem As Women:]I'm not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me... [Eminem:]
Ooh yeah girl run that game...
[Eminem As Women:]Hailie Jade...I love that name,
Love that tattoo...what's that say?'rot in pieces' aww that's great...
[Eminem:]First off you don't know Marshall
At all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave handprints all across you
Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two back hands
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow'
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...
[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]
[Eminem:]I know you want me babyI think I want you too...
[Dina Rea:]I think I love you baby...
[Eminem:]I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girlCome be in Shady's world
I wanna grow togetherLets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in shady's world...
[Dina Rea:]Oh boy you drive me crazy...
[Eminem:]Bitch you make me hurl.
[Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singing]
Eminem:]You high baby?
[Dina Rea:]Yeahh...
[Eminem:]Yeah?
[Dina Rea:]hahaha..Talk to me...
[Eminem:]You want me to tell you somethin?
[Dina Rea:]Uh huh...
[Eminem:]I know what you wanna hear...'
Cuz I know you want me baby
I think I want you too...
[Dina Rea:]I think I love you baby...
[Eminem:]I think I love you too...
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in shady's world
I wanna grow together
Let's let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
come be in Shady's world...
[Dina Rea:]oh boy you drive me crazy...
[Eminem:]Bitch you make me hurl...
[Eminem:]They call me Superman
Leap tall hoes in a single bound
I'm single now
Got no ring on this finger now
I'll never let another chick bring me down
In a relationship save it bitch,
babysit? you make me sick
Superman aint savin shit,
girl you can jump on shady's dick
Straight from the hip, cut to the chase
I'll ***TELL THE MUTHA FUCKIN*** slut to her face
Play no games, say no names,
ever since I broke up with what's her face
I'm a different man, kiss my ass, kiss my lips, bitch why ask?
Kiss my dick, hit my cash, i'd rather have you whip my ass
Don't put out? i'll put you out
Won't get out? i'll push you out
Puss blew out, poppin shit
Wouldn't piss on fire to put you out
Am I too nice? buy you ice
Bitch if you died, wouldn't buy you life
What you tryin to be, my new wife?
What you Mariah? fly through twice
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come, they go
Saturday through sunday monday
Monday through sunday yo
Maybe i'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...
[Chorus:]'Cuz I can't be your supermanCan't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
I can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Can't be your superman
Your superman, your superman...
[Eminem:]Don't get me wrongI love these hoes
It's no secretEverybody knows
Yeah we fuckedBitch so what?
That's about as far as your buddy goes
We'll be friends
I'll call you again,
I'll chase you around every bar you attend
Never know what kind of car i'll be in
[Woman Screaming]We'll see how much you'll be partying then
You don't want that
Neither do I
I don't wanna flip when I see you with guys
Too much prideBetween you and I
Not a jealous man, but females lie
But I guess that's just what sluts do
How could it ever be just us two?
Never loved you enough to trust you
We just met and I just fucked you
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow'
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...
[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]
[Eminem:]I know you want me babyI think I want you too...
[Dina Rea:]I think I love you baby...
[Eminem:]I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girl
Come be in shady's world
I wanna grow together
Lets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in shady's world...
[Dina Rea:]Oh boy you drive me crazy...
[Eminem:]Bitch you make me hurl.
[Eminem:]First thing you said...
[Eminem As Women:]I'm not phazed,
I hang around big stars all day,
I don't see what the big deal is anyway,
You're just plain ol' Marshall to me... [Eminem:]
Ooh yeah girl run that game...
[Eminem As Women:]Hailie Jade...I love that name,
Love that tattoo...what's that say?'rot in pieces' aww that's great...
[Eminem:]First off you don't know Marshall
At all so don't grow partial
That's ammo for my arsenal
I'll slap you off that bar stool
There goes another lawsuit
Leave handprints all across you
Good lordy-wody you must be gone off that water bottle
You want what you can't have
Ooh girl that's too damn bad
Don't touch what you can't grab
End up with two back hands
Put Anthrax on a Tampax and slap you till you can't stand
Girl you just blew your chance
Don't mean to ruin your plans
But I do know one thing though
Bitches they come they go
Saturday through Sunday Monday
Monday through Sunday yo
Maybe I'll love you one day
Maybe we'll someday grow'
Till then just sit your drunk ass on that fuckin runway hoe...
[Eminem & Dina Rae Over Chorus 2x]
[Eminem:]I know you want me babyI think I want you too...
[Dina Rea:]I think I love you baby...
[Eminem:]I think I love you too
I'm here to save you girlCome be in Shady's world
I wanna grow togetherLets let our love unfurl
You know you want me baby
You know I want you too
They call me Superman
I'm here to rescue you
I wanna save you girl
Come be in shady's world...
[Dina Rea:]Oh boy you drive me crazy...
[Eminem:]Bitch you make me hurl.
[Chorus 2x B/W Dina Rea Singing]
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