2 Pac

Song Lyrics

2Pac - Dear Mama

"Dear Mama"

You are appreciated

[Verse One: 2Pac]

When I was young me and my mama had beef

Seventeen years old kicked out on the streets

Though back at the time, I never thought I'd see her face

Ain't a woman alive that could take my mama's place

Suspended from school; and scared to go home, I was a fool

with the big boys, breakin all the rules

I shed tears with my baby sister

Over the years we was poorer than the other little kids

And even though we had different daddy's, the same drama

When things went wrong we'd blame mama

I reminice on the stress I caused, it was hell

Huggin on my mama from a jail cell

And who'd think in elementary?

Heeey! I see the penitentiary, one day

And runnin from the police, that's right

Mama catch me, put a whoopin to my backside

And even as a crack fiend, mama

You always was a black queen, mama

I finally understand

for a woman it ain't easy tryin to raise a man

You always was committed

A poor single mother on welfare, tell me how ya did it

There's no way I can pay you back

But the plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated

[Chorus: Reggie Green & "Sweet Franklin" w/ 2Pac]

Lady...

Don't cha know we love ya? Sweet lady

Dear mama

Place no one above ya, sweet lady

You are appreciated

Don't cha know we love ya?

[second and third chorus, "And dear mama" instead of "Dear mama"]

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

Now ain't nobody tell us it was fair

No love from my daddy cause the coward wasn't there

He passed away and I didn't cry, cause my anger

wouldn't let me feel for a stranger

They say I'm wrong and I'm heartless, but all along

I was lookin for a father he was gone

I hung around with the Thugs, and even though they sold drugs

They showed a young brother love

I moved out and started really hangin

I needed money of my own so I started slangin

I ain't guilty cause, even though I sell rocks

It feels good puttin money in your mailbox

I love payin rent when the rent's due

I hope ya got the diamond necklace that I sent to you

Cause when I was low you was there for me

And never left me alone because you cared for me

And I could see you comin home after work late

You're in the kitchen tryin to fix us a hot plate

Ya just workin with the scraps you was given

And mama made miracles every Thanksgivin

But now the road got rough, you're alone

You're tryin to raise two bad kids on your own

And there's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: 2Pac]

Pour out some liquor and I reminsce, cause through the drama

I can always depend on my mama

And when it seems that I'm hopeless

You say the words that can get me back in focus

When I was sick as a little kid

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

And all my childhood memories

Are full of all the sweet things you did for me

And even though I act craaazy

I gotta thank the Lord that you made me

There are no words that can express how I feel

You never kept a secret, always stayed real

And I appreciate, how you raised me

And all the extra love that you gave me

I wish I could take the pain away

If you can make it through the night there's a brighter day

Everything will be alright if ya hold on

It's a struggle everyday, gotta roll on

And there's no way I can pay you back

But my plan is to show you that I understand

You are appreciated

[Chorus]

Sweet lady

And dear mama

Dear mama

Lady [3X]

Song Lyrics

2 Pac - Only God Can Judge Me

"Only God Can Judge Me"
(feat. Rappin 4-Tay)

[Intro: 2Pac]

Only God can judge me, is that right?

[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

Only God baby, nobody else, nobody else

All you other motherfuckers get out my business

[Verse One: 2Pac]

Perhaps I was blind to the facts, stabbed in the back

I couldn't trust my own homies just a bunch a dirty rats

Will I, succeed, paranoid from the weed

And hocus pocus try to focus but I can't see

And in my mind I'ma blind man doin time

Look to my future cause my past, is all behind me

Is it a crime, to fight, for what is mine?

Everybody's dyin tell me what's the use of tryin

I've been Trapped since birth, cautious, cause I'm cursed

And fantasies of my family, in a hearse

And they say it's the white man I should fear

But, it's my own kind doin all the killin here

I can't lie, ain't no love for the other side

Jealousy inside, make em wish I died

Oh my Lord, tell me what I'm livin for

Everybody's droppin got me knockin on heaven's door

And all my memories, of seein brothers bleed

And everybody grieves, but still nobody sees

Recollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Cause the media is full of dirty tricks

Only God can judge me

[Chorus: 2Pac]

[synth voice] Only God can judge me

That's right baby, yeah baby

[synth voice] Only God

Hahahahahahahaha

[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me, only God can judge

[synth cont.] me, only God

Only God can judge me

[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me

And only God can

[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

[synth + Pac] Only God can judge me

Only God can judge me

[synth voice] Only God can judge me, only God

Only God can judge me

[synth voice] Only God can judge me now

[heart monitor: long beep]

Flatline!

[Verse Two: 2Pac]

I hear the doctor standing over me [heart monitor: beeping slowly]

screamin I can make it

Got a body full of bullet holes layin here naked

Still I, can't breathe, somethings evil in my IV

Cause everytime I breathe, I think they killin me [beeping sound stops]

I'm having nightmares, homicidal fantansies

I wake up stranglin, danglin my bed sheets

I call the nurse cause it hurts, to reminisce

How did it come to this? I wish they didn't miss

Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here

Cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

Try to remember, but it hurts

I'm walkin through the cemetary talkin to the, dirt

I'd rather die like a man, than live like a coward

There's a ghetto up in Heaven and it's ours, Black Power

is what we scream as we dream in a paranoid state

And our fate, is a lifetime of hate

Dear Mama, can you save me? And fuck peace

Cause the streets got our babies, we gotta eat

No more hesitation each and every black male's trapped

And they wonder why we suicidal runnin round strapped

Mista, Po-lice, please try to see that it's

a million motherfuckers stressin just like me

Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[Interlude: 2Pac]

That which does not kill me can only make me stronger

(That's for real)

and I don't see why everybody feel as though

that they gotta tell me how to live my life

(You know?)

Let me live baby, let me live

[Verse Three: Rappin 4-Tay, Tupac]

Pac I feel ya, keep servin it on the reala

For instance say a playa hatin mark is out to kill ya

Would you be wrong, for buckin a nigga to the pavement?

He gon' get me first, if I don't get him fool start prayin

Ain't no such thing as self-defense in the court of law

So judge us when we get to where we're goin wearin a cross, that's real

Got him, lurked him, crept the fuck up on him

Sold a half a million tapes now everybody want him

After talkin behind my back like a bitch would

Tellin them niggaz, "You can fade him," punk I wish you would

It be them same motherfuckers in your face that'll rush up in your place

to get your safe, knowin you on that paper chase

Grass, glass, big screen and leather couch

My new shit is so fetti already sold a key of ounce

Bitch, remember Tupac and 4-Tay

Them same two brothers dodgin bullets representin the Bay

Pac when you was locked down, that's when I'll be around

Start climbing up the charts, so sick, but they tried to clown

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin sellin lies

Don't think I don't see you haters, I know you all in disguise

Guess you figure you know me cause I'm a Thug

That love to hit the late night club, drink then buzz

Been livin lavish like a player all day

Now I'm bout to floss em off, player shit with 4-Tay

Only God can judge me

[Chorus w/ variations]

[4Tay] Only God main

[2Pac] That right?

[4Tay] That's real

[2Pac] Hahahahahaha

[4Tay] Fuck everybody else, yaknowhatI'msayin?

[2Pac] Man, look here man

My only fear of death is comin back to this bitch reincarnated

That's for the homey mental

We up out

[Chorus w/out 2Pac continues to fade]

Song Lyrics

2 Pac - Hit Em Up(Uncensored)

"Hit 'Em Up"

[Tupac]

I ain't got no motherfucking friends

That's why I fucked your bitch

You're fat motherfucker {Take Money}

West Side

Bad Boy Killers {Take Money}

You know who the realist is

niggas we bring it to {Take Money}

(ha ha, that's alright)

First off, fuck your bitch

And the click you claim

West side when we ride

Come equipped with game

You claim to be a player

But I fucked your wife

We bust on Bad Boys

niggas fuck for Life

Plus Puffy tryin' to see me weak

Hearts I rip

Biggie Smalls and Junior Mafia

Some mark ass bitches

We keep on coming

While we running for your jewels

Steady gunning

Keep on busting at them fools

You know the rules

Little Ceasar go ask you homie

How I'll leave you

Cut your young ass up

See you in pieces

Now be deceased

Little Kim,

Don't fuck around with real G's

Quick to snatch your ugly ass, off the streets

So fuck peace

I'll let them niggas know

It's on for Life

Don't let the west side

Ride the night (ha ha)

Bad Boys murdered on Wax and kill

fuck with me

And get your caps peeled

You know, see

[Chorus:]

Grab your glocks when you see 2pac

Call the cops when you see 2pac, uh

Who shot me,

But your punks didn't finish

Now you 'bout to feel the wrath of a menace

nigga, I hit 'em up

Check this out

You motherfuckers know what time it is

I don't know why I'm even on this track

You all niggas ain't even on my level

I'm going to let my little homies

Ride on you

bitch made ass Bad Boys bitches

{ah yo, yo, hold the fuck up}

Get out the way yo

Get out the way yo

Biggie Smalls just got dropped

Little move pass the mac

And let me hit 'em in his back

Frank White needs to get spanked right

For setting up traps

Little accident murderers

And I ain't never heard of you

Poise less gats attack when I'm serving you

Spank the shank

Your whole style when I gank

Guard your rank

'cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang

Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block

I'm running through nigga

And I'm smoking Junior Mafia

In front of you nigga

With the ready power

Tucked in my Guess

Under my Eddie Bauer

Your clout petty sour

I push packages ever hour

I hit 'em up

[Chorus]

Peep how we do it

Keep it real

Its penitentiary steel

This ain't no freestyle battle

All you niggas getting killed

With your mouths open

Tryin' to come up off of me

You and the clouds hoping

Smoking dope

It's like a Sherm high

niggas think they learned to fly

But they burn motherfucker you deserve to die

Talking about you Getting Money

But it's funny to me

All you niggas living bummy

While you fucking with me?

I'm a self made Millionaire

Thug livin', out of prison

Pistols in the Air {Air} (Ha Ha)

Biggie remember when I use to let you sleep on the couch

And beg the bitch to let you sleep in the house

Now it's all about Versace

You copied my style

Five shots couldn't drop me

I took it and smiled

Now I'm back to set the record straight

With my A-K

I'm still the thug that you love to hate

Mother-fucker I'll Hit 'Em Up

I'm from N E W Jers.

Where plenty of murder occurs

No points to come

We bring drama to all you herds

Now go check the scenario

Little Ceas'

I'll bring you fake G's to your knees

Coppin' please with these scenario

Little Kim is you

Coked up or doped up

Get your little Junior Whopper click smoked up

What the fuck?

Is you stupid?

I take money,

crash and mash through Brooklyn

With my click looting, shooting, and polluting your block

With fifteen shot,

Cocked glock to your knot

Outlaw Mafia click moving up another notch

And your Pop stars popped and get dropped and mopped

And all your fake ass east coast props

Brainstormed and locked

You're a beat biter

Pac style taker

I'll tell you to face, you ain't nothing shit but a faker

So fill the Alize with a chaser

'bout to get murdered for the paper

E.d.i I mean post the scene of the caper

Like a loc, with little Ceas' in a choke (uh)

Toting smoke, we ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Thug Life, niggas better be known

Be approaching

In the wide open, gun smoking

No need for hoping

It's a battle lost

I gottem crossed as soon as the funk is bopping off

nigga, I hit 'em up

Now you tell me who won

I see them, they run (ha ha)

They don't wanna see us

Whole Junior Mafia click

Dressing up trying to be us

How the fuck they gonna be the Mob?

When we always on out job

We millionaire's

Killing ain't fair

But somebody got to do it

Oh yah Mobb Deep (uh)

You wanna fuck with us

You Little young ass motherfuckers

Don't one of you niggas got sickle-cell or something

You're fucking with me, nigga?

You fuck around and catch a seizure or a heart-attack

You better back the fuck up

Before you get smacked the fuck up

This is how we do it on our side

Any of you niggas from New York that want to bring it,

Bring it.

But we ain't singing,

We bringing drama

fuck you and your mother fucking mama.

We're gonna kill all you mother fuckers.

Now when I came out, I told you it was just about biggie.

Then everybody had to open their mouth with a mother fucking opinion

Well this is how we gonna' do this:

fuck Mobb Deep,

fuck Biggie,

fuck Bad Boy as a staff, record label, and as a mother fucking crew.

And if you want to be down with Bad Boy,

Then fuck you too.

Chino XL, fuck you too.

All you mother fuckers,

fuck you too.

(take money, take money)

All of y'all mother fuckers,

fuck you, die slow motherfucker.

My four four (.44 magnum) make sure all your kids don't grow.

You motherfuckers can't be us or see us.

We mother fuckin' Thug Life riders.

West Side till' we die.

Out here in California, nigga

We warned ya'

We'll bomb on you mother fuckers.

We do our job.

You think you the mob, nigga, we the motherfuckin' mob

Ain't nothing but killers

And the real niggas, all you motherfuckers feel us.

Our shit goes triple and four quadruple

You niggas laugh 'cause our staff got guns under they motherfuckin' belts

You know how it is and we drop records they felt

You niggas can't feel it

We the realist

fuck 'em.

We Bad Boy killers.

Busta Rhymes

Song Lyrics

Busta Rhymes - Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em)

"Don't Touch Me (Throw Da Water On 'Em)"

This is a national security alert

Ground Music, Flip Mode, Aftermath, here we go

Back with the most venomous rap

It be the godfather of the club banger let me hear you clap

You can applause and from the very beginnin'

You can give me a standin' ovation while I'm bangin' your face in

With another banger I call it the cliffhanger

Watch me mangle and strangle this whole rap shit

(Come on)

You could see the way I make 'em mad sick

From down bottom the way I got 'em give me my cash quick

(Come on)

Log on you better grab onto somethin'

Because I'm 'bout to shake shit again and make 'em black bitch

(Come on)

Now you hear the shots ring off from bitches takin' everything off

Each other got 'em whylin' runnin' for cover

The King Kong, Big Foot gully with a scully

Bully of rap still ugly with the money runnin' the trap

Now they givin' me dap, as far as I'm concerned in this mu'f**ker

Like how I got 'em now they ready to snap

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Here we go

Now you see the alcohol spillin' and we got 'em

Hands in the ceilin', you know we only come to rattle the bulidin'

And break it on down just a little once again

Knowin' we holdin' the bank so let me keep the dice rollin'

And keep it traditional the way I keep my money fallin'

While you slackin' on yo' mackin', Duke, we always keep it goin'

Right to the left, do it to death, now watch me

Come through with a chisel that make the game sizzle

And I, pull out the skillet, prepare for the cookin'

How I'm whylin' niggas wonderin' when I'm gonna bring the hook in

Thugs ice grillin' every time they get to lookin'

Got 'em whylin' overseas all the way back to go Brooklyn

Now they ready to spaz 'cause we bring the best to them

Shit that shut it down on the regular

That's with the fly 80s' nigga that was whippin' in a Cressida

Fresher than, most of these niggas, killin' the rest of the

Fellas that was thinkin' that they as rushin' in and bustin' in

But the way we was doin', we was musclin' their hustlin'

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Here we go

You don't really want it my dude

I'm sayin' most my niggas is rude

And when we come we eat a nigga food

Back to the fact in the matter at hand

For me to come in control this whole shit, was only part of the plan

The other part of the plan is for you to understand

That nothin' could f**k with the kid, let me say it again

The Broad Back B, Busta Bus back to put out the trash

And just for the record, we got it on smash, now

How the f**k they even got the audacity

The fire marshall come and try to talk about capacity

Every time I'm in the spot, I hope you know it has to be

Extremely packed to shut it down, you'll probably cause a tragedy

Don't you know that when I'm in the place I change the mood again

I be whylin' wit raunchy bitches and a bunch of hooligans

Now don't get it f**ked up just because I flaunt it

Niggas think that they can test me, bring it if you really want it

See I be the type to always beat you to the punch faster

I keep a smile on my face, but carry the Bushmaster

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Keep it goin'

You already know I said it word to mother

Shit is so hot you niggas think it's cold in the summer

Shh, calm the noise down let's get a little quiet

'Cause the neighbors call the police they know we cause riots

And they know that we'll have them thinkin' they dancin' with the devil

When they play the music turn the volume to the highest level

You got it right

Let's keep the bomb goin' like we lit a stick of dynamite

Bow you know you need to follow whenever you hear the God spit

(Aww shit)

You see me nigga back in the cockpit

Out to gettin' this money I give you all a stock tip

Perspire by a nigga till you see the sweat drop drip

So don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

Don't touch me nigga

(You might burn yourself)

It's gettin' hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

We got 'em hot in this bitch

(So throw the water on 'em)

Here we go

Black Eyed Peas

Song Lyrics

Black Eyed Peas - Boom Boom Pow

"Boom Boom Pow"

Gotta get that [x3]

Gotta get that that that, that that

Boom boom boom (Gotta get that) [x4]

Boom boom boom (Yeah) [x2]

Boom boom boom [x2]

[Will.I.Am]

Yo

I got the hit that beat the block

You can get that bass overload

I got the that rock and roll

That future flow

That digital spit

Next level visual shit

I got that (Boom boom boom)

How the beat bang (Boom boom boom)

[Fergie]

I like that boom boom pow

Them chicken jackin' my style

They try copy my swagger

I'm on that next shit now

I'm so three thousand and eight

You so two thousand and late

I got that boom boom boom

That future boom boom boom

Let me get it now

Boom boom boom (Gotta get that) [x4]

Boom boom boom (Yeah) [x2]

Boom boom boom [x2]

[Taboo]

I'm on the supersonic boom

Y'all hear the space shit zoom

When when I step inside the room them girls go apeshit, uh

Y'all stuck on super A-shit

They're no fast stupid a bit

I'm on that HD flat

This beat go boom boom pow

[Apl.De.Ap]

I'm a beast when you turn me on

Into the future cybertron

Harder, faster, better, stronger

Sexy ladies extra longer, cuz

We got the beat that bounce

We got the beat that pow

We got the beat that 808

That the boom boom in your town

[Fergie]

People in the place

If you wanna get down

Put your hands in the air

Will.i.am drop the beat now

[Will.I.Am]

Yep yep

I be rockin' the beats (Yep, yep)

I be rockin' the beats (Yep yep yep, yep)

Here we go, here we go

Satellite radio

Y'all getting hit with (Boom boom)

Beats so big I'm steppin on leprechauns

Shitin' on y'all you with the (Boom boom)

Shitin' on y'all you with the (Boom boom)

Shitin' on y'all you with the..

This beat be bumpin' bumpin'

This beat go boom boom

Let the beat rock

Let the beat rock

Let the beat r...

This beat be bumpin' bumpin'

This beat go boom boom

[Fergie]

I like that boom boom pow

Them chicken jackin' my style

They try copy my swagger

I'm on that next shit now

I'm so three thousand and eight

You so two thousand and late

I got that boom boom boom

That future boom boom boom

Let me get it now

Boom boom boom (Gotta get that) [x4]

Boom boom boom (Yeah) [x2]

Boom boom boom [x2]

Let the beat rock (Let the beat rock)

Let the beat rock (Let the beat...)

Let the beat r... (Let the beat rock, rock, rock, rock)

Beyonce Knowles

Song Lyrics

Beyonce- What's Good With You

"What's Good With You?"
(feat. Foxy Brown)

[Verse 1:]

Babe

Gotta to know one thing before you ask my name

Be straight up and tell me what's your aim

A Girl like me see I don't play no games, no no

That's why I say

If you wanna be with me go all the way

Do what you got to do, just let me state

Is it real or is this just a fake, tell me

[Chorus:]

What's good with you baby (wanna get to know me)

What's really good baby (do you have a lady)

Been near the hood lately (where you from and where you be)

What's good with you baby (what's you good with you baby)

[Verse 2:]

Babe

You sittin over there tryna figure out what to say

Make up your mind right now don't contemplate

You know that I don't have time to waste, No Noo!

Where do we go

What this thing could be we'll never know

There is just no way that we can flow

If you ain't being honest from the go, Tell me

[Chorus:]

What's good with you baby (wanna get to know me)

What's really good baby (do you have a lady)

Been near the hood lately (where you from and where you be)

What's good with you baby (what's you good with you baby)

[Bridge:]

Don't try playin with my mind

Boy I don't have no time

For something that I know ain't good for me

Don't hesitate to say

You feel the chemistry

Wanna know should I take a chance with you

[Chorus:]

What's good with you baby (Ohh wanna get to know me)

What's really good baby (Heey do you have a lady)

Been near the hood lately (where you from and where you be)

What's good with you baby (what's you good with you baby)

What's good with you baby (Ooh wanna get to know me)

What's really good baby (Ooh do you have a lady)

Been near the hood lately (Woo Ohh where you from and where you be)

What's good with you baby (what's really good baby)

What's good with you baby

What's really good baby

Been near the hood lately

What's good with you baby

50 Cent

Song Lyrics

50 Cent - Gangsta's Delight

"Gangsta's Delight"

[Chorus]

This is hip hop

It go clip pop

It hit em if ya hit me

Da clip pop it popped and it don't stop

Papa said we bang bang boogie

We get em oh goodie

Keep the hoodie when your fuckin wit me me me

[Verse 1]

Now what you hear is not a test

I said its not a test nigga its not a test

Got my teflon on wrapped around my chest

I do it tha best ya heard I do it tha best

Tuck da nine by my spine all the time

Stunt when I want a dead nigga fuck wit mine

My neck and my ear get to flickin like a strobe

My wrist and my whips have niggas like whoa

I'm the underground king I reside on the throne

In the club wylin out over henny and patron

Me I'm in the zone yea me I'm in the zone

It's bottle after bottle til G-stacks are blown

Shawty in my ear like please take me home

Before the next song come on dawg we gone

Off to the hotel, motel, the holiday inn

She said if I knew you worked the cat from the back

like that I woulda brought my friend a huh huh huh huh

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 2]

I'm so raw yea I'm so raw

Me I'm so ghetto I'm oh so hardcore

I'm down by law this style ya never saw

I give em jus a little then watch em fiend for more

Yea they want more they hot and they want more

They love the way I kick it they addicted to ya boy

I'm ecstasy I'm the ultimate trip

I have ya in the mornin like a dope fiend sick

Now feel the rush I'm like pure cocaine

I have the whole night club goin insane

No matter how rich I get I'm never gonna change

I will let it rain push me I let it rain

I do this shit myself lawyer money ain't a thang

Da unit is the game

The yin and the yang

We went from poor to rich now look we da shit

You best control ya bitch or she'll be in tha six

A huh huh huh huh

[Chorus X2]

[Verse 3]

I'm fresh ta death

I'm rockin the vest

I'm strapped movin round with tha heat

I said I do it tha best

I'm not tha one you should test

That's why my name ring bells in the street

I put that work in

Yea yea

I put that work in

Yea yea

I put that work in

Yea yea

I put that work in

Yea yea

[Chorus X2]

Snoop Doggy Dogg

Song Lyrics

Snoop Dogg - Vato

"Vato"
(feat. B-Real)

I was chilling, right around my way,

21st Eastside at a beach,

This motherfucker ran up on me,

Talking shit wit his homies like he was

A straight...

G!

Asking where I'm from while he running up, Gangbang my set’ll nag one of them,

Some things, sons they just won’t change,

Fools dont respect nothing but the gang bang,

What's seen is what's sawn, Dogg is the law,

I hate you niggas running like a marathon, Lil G's tryna creep on the east wit it,

Talking bout they gon get my chain and they gon leave with it.

But they dont know, once they get close its tic tac toe,

3 motherfuckers laid on the floor (Watch out),

Yea this happened yesterday, on the West they

Spray,

I Heard an Ese Say...

He said..

[Chorus]

Vato you won't believe what they saw,

I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard... (And what they do?)

They twisted fingers say you know who we are...

He said: I dont give a fuck I’m Snoop Doggy Dogg ... (Ah huh)

They kept fucking and it went too far,

So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?),

he got his gun and they start running hard,

he started firing and then he just charged...

PLOW!!!

[2x]

Run Nigga, Run Nigga (Plow)

Duck Nigga, Duck Nigga (Plow)

Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow)

Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow)

I didn't mean to hit what I hit

Now that's 3 motherfuckers dead, and I ain't seen shit

But these niggas a scream wit plea but for like a G like me it’s just a case

Believe and you can see

I crack the mac back and pop off rolling

And smack your neck back, you drop off falling

I haven't seen my mama in a week

And she ain't even ran her mouth about me

Fuck that I ain't give a fuck about the law

Niggas say they wanna brawl

You would think that they wore bra’s

Believe in all the things that you never saw

In it y’all, been a Dogg, smoke you like a menathol

You think you know? But this can't go

You think you’ll blow, all my dough?

What the fuck, no

See these niggas proceed with speed

So feel the need to bleed

All you hear my enemies going

[Chorus]

Vato you won't believe what they saw,

I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard... (And what they do?)

They twisted fingers say you know who we are...

He said: I dont give a fuck I’m Snoop Doggy Dogg ... (Ah huh)

They kept fucking and it went too far,

So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?),

he got his gun and they start running hard,

he started firing and then he just charged...

PLOW!!!

[2x]

Run Nigga, Run Nigga (Plow)

Duck Nigga, Duck Nigga (Plow)

Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow)

Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow)

I wouldn't be the nigga that I am

If I didn't pop niggas in their mouth.

God Damn

If Snoop a keep a foot on the streets

And lead and cover the sheets

Run wit them niggaz wit the heat

You never seen a thug like this

You never seen a dub like me

And I ain't weak for wanting peace in fact

I could be beast of the East motherfucker.

I never hesitate to blaze

A nigga really tryna change his ways

We gotta move my team cuz my people’s

Are screaming that we need more for fun or is it legal (With a bang)

On this song make it feel like a drive-by

It's ashame but somebody gotta die

They say it happens state to state

But when I'm mobbin’ LA

All I hear the Ese’s say they go

[Chorus]

Vato you won't believe what they saw,

I saw these pack a guys and they act real hard... (And what they do?)

They twisted fingers say you know who we are...

He said: I dont give a fuck I’m Snoop Doggy Dogg ... (Ah huh)

They kept fucking and it went too far,

So Snoopy he went straight to the trunk of his car (And what he get?),

he got his gun and they start running hard,

he started firing and then he just charged...

PLOW!!!

[2x]

Run Nigga, Run Nigga (Plow)

Duck Nigga, Duck Nigga (Plow)

Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow)

Run Motherfucker, Run (Plow)

Snoop Dogg ‘em was gun shots,

Skateboard P they say ‘em was gun shots

DPG them was gun shots

BBC you know them was gun shots

Come again now

Snoop Dogg ‘em was gun shots

Skateboard P you know ‘em was gunshots

Come again now

BBC them was gun shots

DPGC you know them was gunshots

Come again now

Ciara

Song Lyrics

Ciara - 1,2 Step

"1, 2 Step"

(feat. Missy Elliott)

[Intro]

Ladies and gentlemen (Ladies and gentlemen)

This is a Jazze Phizal (Jazze Phizal) productshizzle,

Missy (Missy),

The princess is here,

(She's here) Ciara, This beat is

[Verse 1]

Automatic supersonic hypnotic funky fresh,

Work my body so melodic,

This beat flows right through my chest,

Everybody ma and pappi came to party,

Grab somebody, work your body, work your body,

Let me see you 1,2 step

[Hook]

Rock it, don't stop it,

Everybody get on the floor,

Wake the party up,

We about to get it on,

(Let me see ya'll)

1,2 step,

(I love it when ya'll)

1,2 step

(Everybody)

1,2 step,

We about to get it on

This beat is

[Verse 2]

Outrageous so contagious make you crave it,

(Jazze made it),

So retarded, top charted,

Ever since the day I started,

Strut my stuff,

And yes I flaunt it,

Goodies make the boys jump on it

(Jump on it),

No I can't control myself,

Now let me do my 1,2 step

[Hook]

(We going to step it like this. Oooohwee)

[Bridge]

It don't matter to me,

We can dance slow

(Ladies and gentlemen),

Whichever way the beats drop,

Our bodies will go

(I like this ah),

So swing it over here,

Mr. DJ (Hey,Hey),

And we will, we will rock you up

It don't matter to me,

We can dance slow

(Dance slow yeah),

Whichever way the beats drop,

Our bodies will go,

So swing it over here,

Mr. DJ (Ladies and gentlemen),

And we will, we will rock you,

Lets shake

[Missy]

I shake it like jello,

And make the boys say hello,

Cause they know I'm rockin' the beat

(Rocking the beat),

I know you heard about a lot of great MC's,

But they ain't got nothing on me (nothing on me),

Because I'm 5 foot 2,

I wanna dance with you,

And I'm sophisticated fun,

I eat fillet mignon,

And I'm nice and young,

Best believe I'm number one

(Whoa)

[Hook x2]

This is for the hearing impaired,

A Jazze Pha production

[Fade out]

(oooohweee)

(oooohweee)

Song Lyrics

Ciara Ft. Petey Pablo - Goodies

"Goodies (Remix)"
(feat. T.I. & Jazze Pha)

[Ciara:] My goodies, my goodies, my goodies, NOT MY GOODIES!

[Verse 1 - Jazze Pha:]

Ladies and Gentlemen!

Whoa Whoa Whoa!

Say, looky looky. Aw suki suki!

Want dem goody goodies?

Dats my pookie tuki.G

one gurl! Get ya back up off tha wall.

Do dat matrix part but don't fall!

Aw naw we aint neva done it.

You want a hit? Stamp SHO' NUFF on it.

(Ladies and gentlemen) Pay attention.

Ciara's what the game been missin.

I aint come here to play wit yall.

And naw I dont play no ball, I just BALLLLL.

Dranks for all yall. Gin gale in it.

Put ya cups up! Zin Zale sent it.

[Verse 2 - Ciara:]

You may look at me and think that I'm

Just a young girl.

But I'm not just a young girl

Baby this is what I'm lookin for:

Sexy, independent, down to spend it type that's gettin his dough.

I'm not bein too dramatic that's the way I gotta have it.

[Chorus]

I bet you want the goodies.

Bet you thought about it.

Got you all hot and bothered.

Mad 'cause I talk about it.

Lookin for the goodies,

Keep on lookin cuz they stay in the jar.

Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh Oh-oh

[Verse 3 - Ciara:]

Just because you drive a Benz

I'm not goin home wit you.

You won't get no nookie or the cookies.

I'm no rookie.

If you ain't sexy, independent

I aint wit it so you already know.

I'm not bein too dramatic, that's the way I gotta have it.

You may talk slick, try to hit.

But I'm not dumb.

I'm not bein too dramatic, its just how I gotta have it.

[Chorus]

[Verse 4 - T.I.:]

You way too hot to keep ya goodies on lock.

Call me the locksmith, I got the key to that box.

I wanna see you next to me in that drop.

Us chillin in Tahiti no shoes, no socks.

Maybe in Jamaica poppin bottles on the Yacht.

Then back in Miami grand hustle no stop.

Give it to me cuz you wanna, I aint workin for it.

You can keep ya nigga look at me, look at me.

(You think I'm hurting for it?)

[Verse 5 - Ciara:]

You're insuating that I'm hot

But these goodies boy are not.

Just for any of the many men that's tryna get on top

No you can't call me layta.

And I dont want your numba

I'm not changin stories, just respect the play I'm callin.

[Chorus 2x]

Song Lyrics

Ciara feat. Ludacris - Oh!

"Oh"
(feat. Ludacris)

[Verse 1:]

This is where they stay crunk, throw it up, dubs on tha Caddillac

White tees, Nikes, gangstas dont know how to act

Adamsville, Bankhead, College Park, Carver Homes

Hummers floatin on chrome

Chokin' on that home-grown

They got that southern cookin'

They got them fellas lookin'

Thinkin' I was easy I can see it

That's when I say no, what fo'?

Shawty can't handle this

Ciara got that fire like

[Hook:]

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow

We keep it ghetto, you should know

Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh

Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'

Handle it ladies back it up

Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Verse 2:]

Buddy take a new whip, paint strip, into a bowlin' ball

Still smoke hundred spokes, wood-grain armor-all

Light-skinned thick chicks, fellas call 'em redbones

Close cuts, braids, long, gangstas love 'em all

They got that southern cookin'

They got them fellas lookin'

Wishin' I was easy I can see it

That's when I say no, what fo'?

Shawty can't handle this

Ciara got that fire like

[Hook:]

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow

We keep it ghetto, you should know

Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh

Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'

Handle it ladies back it up

Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

[Rap (Luda):]

Southern-style, get wild, old skools comin’ down in a different color whip (whip, whip)

Picture perfect, you might wanna take a flick flick flick flick flick

Call up Jazze tell him pop up the bottles cuz we got another hit (hit, hit)

Wanna go platinum? Im who you should get get get get get

Ludacris on tha track, get back trick, switch on tha ‘Lac, Im flexin still

Same price every time, hot song, jumped on cuz Ciara got sex appeal

And I keep the meanest, cleanest, baddest, spinnin on stainless wheels

Could care less about your genus, I bump ya status, I keep the stainless steel

Trunk-rattlin’ what’s happenin’, huh?

I don’t even think I need to speed

Bass-travelin’, face-crackilin’ huh?

Turn it up and make the speakers bleed

Dirty south we ballin’ dawg

And neva think about fallin dawg

Ghetto harmonizing, surprising, run it back cuz tha song is called

[Hook: (2x)]

Oh, 'round here we ridin' slow

We keep it ghetto, you should know

Gettin' crunk off in tha club we gets low, oh

Oh (oh), all my ladies to tha flo'

Handle it ladies back it up

Gettin crunk up in tha club we gets low, oh

Song Lyrics

Ciara and Justin Timberlake - Love Sex Magic

"Love Sex Magic"
(feat. Justin Timberlake)

1, 2, 3..go..uh, yeah

Ciara

Sex

Ciara

Here we go

Talk to me

[Ciara - Verse 1]

Touch is so magic to me, the strangiest things can happen

The way that you react to me I wanna do somethin you cant imagine, imagine

If it was a million me's talkin sexy do you like that

Give you an end though boy, if I give you my space and I need you to push it right back

[Ciara - Pre-Chorus]

Baby show me, show me whats your favorite trick that you wanna use on me

And ill volunteer, and ill be goin and goin to movin, this appears to nothin but shoes on me, Oh Baby

[Ciara & Justin Timberlake - Chorus]

I'll make sure its just you in the crowd doin tricks you never seen

And I bet that I can make you believe in love and sex and magic

So let me drive my body around you, I bet you know what I mean

Cause you know that I can make you believe in love and sex and magic

[Justin Timberlake - Verse 2]

Everyday aint what it seems, I wave my hands and I got you

And you feel so fine assist in me, but now its my turn to watch you, aint gon stop you

If you wanna grab my neck talk sexy do me like that

Just do what I taught you girl when I give you my heat, and I need you to push it right back

[Ciara - Pre-Chorus]

Baby show me, show me whats your favorite trick that you wanna use on me

And ill volunteer, and ill be goin and goin to movin, this appears to nothin but shoes on me, Oh Baby

[Ciara & Justin Timberlake - Chorus]

I'll make sure its just you in the crowd doin tricks you never seen

And I bet that I can make you believe in love and sex and magic

So let me drive my body around you, I bet you know what I mean

Cause you know that I can make you believe in love and sex and magic (Breakdown)

[(Ciara) Justin Timberlake]

Now....this is the part where we fall in love (OhOhOh, Sugar)

Let's slow it down so we fall in love (OhOhOh), but dont stop whatcha doin to me

Uh......Ciara......Uh......Bring it back

[Repeat Chorus x2] Uh!

Uh, Yeah, Uh Uh Uh, Yeah I see you on the floor

Get it girl, Luv, Sex and Magic

I see you on the floor, You know what I mean

Get it girl, I bet that I can make you believe in love and sex and magic, Ow!

I see you on the floor, Get it girl..

Akon

Song Lyrics

Akon - Right Now (Na Na Na)

"Right Now (Na Na Na)"

[Verse 1]

Its been so long (long, long)

That I haven't seen your face

I'm trying be strong (strong)

But the strength I have is washing away (way)

It wont be long (long)

Before I get you by my side

And just hold you, tease you, squeeze you

Tell you whats been on my mind

[Chorus:]

I wanna make up right now (na na)

I wanna make up right now (na na)

Wish we never broke up right now (na na)

We need to link up right now (na na)

I wanna make up right now (na na)

I wanna make up right now (na na)

Wish we never broke up right now (na na)

We need to link up right now (na na)

[Verse 2]

Girl I know (know, know)

Mistakes were made between us two

And we show (show)

Ourselves that night, even said some things weren't true.

Why'd you go? (go)

I haven't seen my girl since then (then)

Why can't it be that way it was?

Cause you were my homie, lover, and friend

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]

I can't lie (I miss you much)

Watching everyday that goes by (I miss you much)

Until I get you back I'm gonna try (yes, I miss you much)

Cause you are the apple of my eye (girl, I miss you much, I miss you much)

I can't lie (I miss you much)

Watching everyday that goes by (I miss you much)

Until I get you back I'm gonna try (yes, I miss you much)

Cause you are the apple of my eye (girl, I miss you much, I miss you much)

[Chorus]

[Verse 4]

I want you to fly with me (want you to fly)

I miss how you lie with me (miss how you lie)

Just wish you could dine with me (wish you could dine with me)

The one that'll grind with me (said, that that'll grind with me)

I want you to fly with me (want you to fly)

I miss how you lie with me (Oh, miss how you lie)

Just wish you could dine with me (wish you could dine)

The one that'll grind with me (Oh, one that'll grind)

Yeah!

[Chorus]

I wanna make up right now (na na)

I wanna make up right now (na na) (make up) (Oh)

Wish we never broke up right now (na na)

We need to link up right now (na na) (live up, baby)

I wanna make up right now (na na)

I wanna make up right now (na na)

Wish we never broke up right now (na na)

We need to link up right now (na na) (make up)

Song Lyrics

Akon - Locked Up ft. Styles P

"Locked Up"

[AKON]

Im steady tryna find a motive,

Why do what I do?,

Freedom aint gettin no closer,

No matter how far I go,

My car is stolen, no registration,

Cops patrolin, and now they done stop me,

And I get locked up,

[Chorus]

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up)

They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (I'm locked up)

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up)

They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

[Akon]

Headin up town to re-up,

Back with a couple keys,

Corner blocks on fire,

Under covers dressed as feens,

Makin so much money,

Products movin' fast,

Put away the stash,

And as I sold the last bag fucked around and got locked up

[CHORUS]

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (my nigga I'm locked up)

They won't let me out no, they wont let me out, (I got locked up)

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (baby girl I'm locked up)

They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

Cuz visitation no longer comes by,

Seems like they forgot about me,

Commissary is getting empty,

My cell mates getting food without me,

Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life,

Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right

But instead I'm here locked up

[CHORUS]

They won't let me out, they won't let me out,

(ohhh I'm locked up)

They won't let me out no, they wont let me out,

(my nigga I'm locked up)

They won't let me out, they won't let me out, (I'm locked up)

They won't let me out no, they won't let me out

Maybe a visit (they won't let me out)

Send me some magazines (they won't let me out)

Send me some money orders (they won't let me out, no)

Maybe a visit baby (they won't let me out)

Cuz I'm locked up, they won't let me out.

Wheres my lawyer? (they won't let me out)

I'm locked up, they won't let me out, no.

Get me outta here (they won't let me out)

I'm locked up, they won't let me out, they won't let me out.

Baby Im locked up they won't let me out, no

Where's my niggaz?

On the lock-down.

Damn, I'm locked up, they won't let me out.

I'm locked up, they won't let me out.

Ohhh... they won't let me out.

Can you please accept my phone calls?

Cuz I'm locked up, locked up, locked up.

Song Lyrics

akon - ghetto

Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto, Ghetto we livin

[verse one]

These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)

When your on it you'll keep goin down (goin down)

And there's noone to hold on too

And there's noone to pull you out

You keep on fallin (falling)

And noone can here you callin

So you end up self destructing

On the corner with the tuli on the waist tight just got outta the bing doin stay time

Teeth marks on my back from the canine

Dark Memories of when there was no sunshine

Cause they said that I wouldn't make it

(I remember like yesterday)

Holdin on to what god gave me

[chorus]

Cause thats the life when ur

Living in the (ghetto)and

Eating in the (ghetto)or

Sleeping in the (ghetto) (ghetto)

Cause thats the life when ur

Living in the (ghetto)and

Eating in the (ghetto)or

Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

[verse two]

No need to cherish luxuries (cause everythin' come and go)

Even the life that you have is borrowed

(Cause your not promised tomorrow)

So life your life as if everydays' gon be your last

Once you move forward can't go back

Best prepare to remove your past

Cause ya gotta be willin to pray

Yea There gotta be (there gotta be) a better way oh

Yea ya gotta be willing to pray

Cause there gotta be (there gotta be) a better day (ay)

Whoever said that this drama would stop today

A lot of niggers dead or locked away

Teenage Women growing up with aids

[chorus]

Cause thats the life when your

Living in the (ghetto) oh

Eating in the (ghetto) or

Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto)

Thats the life when ur

Living in the (ghetto)oh

Eating in the (ghetto) or

Sleeping in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

[bridge]

Gun shots every night in the (ghetto)

Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto)

Every day is a fight in the (ghetto)

(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

Got kids to feed in the (ghetto)

Selling coke and weed in the (ghetto)

Every day somebody bleed in the (ghetto)

(oh oh oh oh oh) (ghetto)

[chorus]

Thats the life when your

Living in the (ghetto)oh

Living by the (ghetto)oh

Eating in the (ghetto, ghetto)

Thats the life when your

Living in the (ghetto)oh

Sleeping in the (ghetto)

Living in the (ghetto, ghetto, ghetto)

(wooohhoohh)