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50-Cent (in da club)
Shut Up (black eyed peas)
Hey mama (black eyed peas)
My Band (eminem)
Yeah (user)
Superstars (jamelia)
50-Cent
(in da club)
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go shawty
It's your birthday
We gon' party like it's yo birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a fuck
It's not your birthday!
You can find me in the club, bottle full of bub
Look mami I got the X if you into taking drugs
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into to getting rubbed
When I pull out up front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's 20 knives in the club
Niggas heard I fuck with Dre, now they wanna show
me love
When you sell like Eminem, and the hoes they wanna
fuck
But homie ain't nothing change, hoe's down, G's
up
I see Xzibit in the cut hey nigga roll that weed
up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a
playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few shells but I dont walk wit a
limp
In the hood, in L.A. they saying "50 you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love
'Pac
But holla in New York them niggas'll tell ya I'm
loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold
I'm fully focused man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling
my flow
Her girlfriend willin to get bi and they ready to
go
My flow, my show brought me the doe
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look nigga I done came up and I ain't changed
And you should love it, way more then you hate
it
Nigga you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made
it
I'm that cat by the bar toasting to the good life
You that faggot ass nigga trying to pull me back
right?
When my joint get to pumpin in the club it's on
I wink my eye at ya bitch, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, let the motherfucker burn
If you talking bout money homie, I ain't concerned
I'm a tell you what Banks told me cause go 'head
switch the styleup
If the niggas hate then let 'em hate
Watch the money pile up
Or we go upside they wit a bottle of bub
They know where we fuckin be
(laughing) Don't try to act like you ain't know
where we beeneither nigga
In the club all the time nigga, its about to pop
off nigga
G-Unit
Shady/Aftermath
Shut
Up (black eyed peas)
Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up (3x)
Shut it up, just shut up
Shut up
Just shut up
Shut up (3x)
Shut it up, just shut up
We try to take it slow
But we're still losin control
And we try to make it work
But it still isn't the worst
And I'm craaazzzy
For tryin to be your laaadddy
I think I'm goin crazy
Girl, me and you were just fine (you know)
We wine and dine
Did them things that couples do when in love (you
know)
Walks on the beach and stuff (you know)
Things that lovers say and do
I love you boo, I love you too
I miss you a lot, I miss you even more
That's why I flew you out
When we was on tour
But then something got out of hand
You start yellin when I'm with my friends
Even though I had legitimate reasons (bull shit)
You know I have to make them evidence (bull shit)
How could you trust our private lives girl
That's why you don't believe my lies
And quit this lecture
Why does he know she gotta move so fast
Love is progress if you could make it last
Why is it that you just lose control
Every time you agree on takin it slow
So why does it got to be so damn tough
Cuz fools in lust could never get enough of love
Showin him the love that you be givin
Changing up your livin
For a lovin transistion
Girl lip so much she tryin to get you to listen
Few mad at each other has become our tradition
You yell, I yell, everybody yells
Got neighbors across the street sayin
“ Who the hell?!?”
Who the hell?
What the hell's going down?
Too much of the bickering
Kill it with the sound and
Girl our love is dyin
Why can't you stop tryin
I never been a quitah
But I do deserve betta
Believe me I will do bad
Let's forget the past
And let's start this new plan
Why? Cuz it's the same old routine
And then next week I hear them scream
Girl I know you're tired of the things they say
You're damn right
Cuz I heard them lame dame excuses just yesterday
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
No it ain't
That was a different thing
It was the same damn thing
Same ass excuses
Boy you're useless
Whhoooaaaa
Stop the talking baby
Or I start walking baby
Is that all there is (repeat)
Hey
mama (black eyed peas)
(la la la la la)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove, mama
Get on the floor and move your booty mama
We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty
I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty
crew
But everything I do, I do just for you
Im a little bit of Old, and a bigger bit of New
The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru
We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never decease(NOO)
We multiply like we mathamatice
And then drop bombs like we in the middle east
(The bomb bombas, the base boom dramas)
Naw y'all know, who we are
y'all know, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
And, lookin' hard without bodyguards
(I do) what I can
(Y'all come thru)will.i.am
And still I stand,
with still mic in hand
(So come on mama, dance to the druma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove,
mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la)
We the big town stompas, and big sound pumpas
The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas
The girlies in the club with the big plump plumpas
And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps
It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO)
Don't wanna squeeze trigger, just wanna squeeze
t*ts
(lubaluba) cause we the show stoppas
And the chief rockas, number one chief rockas
Naw y'all knaw, who we are
y'all knaw, we the stars
Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards
How we rockin' it girl, without body guards
She be, Fergie, from the crew
B.E.P, come and take heat, as we take the lead
(so come on bubba, dance to the druma)
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove,
mama
(yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(NAWWWW, NAWWW)
Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty
Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and
Hey shorty, I know you wanna party
the way your body look really make me feel nauuughty
But the race is not for the swift
But for who can endure it
And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be thhhheeerre
til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti
Black in da house
Nuff a dem a shock, nuff sey dem a sting
everytime you see dem a here bling bling
O wata ting, pure madelling
grinding, and wining
and de manna dem a move in a perfect timing
dem a dance and dance to the dance hall rhythm
and de wey de tune nice, it finga' lickin'
like rice and peas and chicken stuffin'
Hey mama, this that shit that make you groove,
mama
(hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama
Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama
hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma
(la la la la la [fade])
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My
Band (eminem)
I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm
like the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's got a fuckin problem with
me dude...
And they need to take it up with me after the show...
Because...
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
So I get off stage right and drop the mic
Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady.
I'm the lead singer in D12 baby"
They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot babes
Throw their bras and their shirt and their panties
on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight with
me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from
me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cause I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just despise me because
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My band [x6]
Roxanne
My band [x2]
You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't you
Hey dad how come we don't rap on Protools
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal
See I know how to rap, see it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intect, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
Look at Em little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
Hey I thought we had an interview with DJ Clue
([Em:] No I had an interview not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I ain't goin' to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound
best
You know what man I'ma say somethin
Hey yo Em
([Em:] You got somethin to say?!)
Man no
I thought you bout to tell him off, what's up
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut
up
And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to
be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow they know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
They say the lead singers rock, but the group does
not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the musics starts
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time i hear (Hey dude I love your band)
We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments
So why he get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys they can find every area code
([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie and Dre?!)
Goddammit I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself video I was in the back
Superman video I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck Marshall, ask us the questions
Like who's D12, how we get started
(What about Eminem?)
Bitch are you retarded?
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute (hey sexy)
50 told me to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne
Girl why cant you see your the only one for me
and it just tears my ass apart to know that you
don't know my name...
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...(ha
ha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck
Marshall)
Cuz once I blow I know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My Band [Repeated 9x]
The hottest boy band in the world...
D12!
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's
to take off their underpants
And the lead singer of my band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girl's wan to dance
My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called
My Salsa...
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls wan to dance
And take off their underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls wan to dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd everybody go?)
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Yeah
(usher)
A Town's Down!
Yeah, Ok! Lil' Jon!
Yeah, Yeah Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah
Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah
I'm in the club with my homies, tryna get a lil
V-I,
keep it down on the low key, cause you know how
it feels.
I said shorty she was checkin up on me,
from the game she was spittin my ear you'd think
that she knew me.
So we decided to chill
Conversation got heavy,
she had me feelin like she's ready to blow!
(Watch Out!, Watch Out!)
She saying come get me, come get me,
So I got up and followed her to the floor,
she said baby lets go,
When I told her I said
Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down to come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told
me
Yeah (yeah) Cause if my girl new it'd be best to
hold me
Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on
me screaming:
Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah
Yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeah yeah, Yeaah
Shes all up in my head now,
got me thinking that it might good idea to take
her with me,
Cause she's ready to leave.
Now I gotta keep it real now,
cause on a one-to-ten she's a certified twenty,
and that just aint me.
Cause I do know if I take that chance just where
is it gonna lead,
But what I do know is the way she dance makes shorty
alright with me.
The way she getting low!
I'm like yeah, just work that out for me.
She asked for one more dance and I'm
Like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave?
And I said
Luda!
Watch out!
My outfit's ridiculous, In the club lookin' so conspicuous.
And Rowl! These women al on the prowl,
if you hold the head steady I'm a milk the cow.
Forget about the game I'm a spit the truth,
I won't stop till I get em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it'll be off with they
clothes,
then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the jag and I took the roles,
if they aint cutting then I put em on foot patrol.
How you like me now,
when my pinky's valued over three hundred thousand,
Lets drank you the one to please,
Ludacris fill cups like double d's.
Me and Ush once more and we leave em dead,
we want a lady in the street but a freak in the
bed to say
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the rhythm make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Usher got the voice make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Ludacris got the flow make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back,
Lil' Jon got the rhythm make ya booty go (clap)
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Superstars
(jamelia)
People always talk about (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
All the things their all about (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
Write it on a piece of paper,
Got a feeling i'll see you later.
There's something bout this,
Lets keep it moving,
And if its good lets just get something cooking.
Coz i really wanna rock with you,
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do.
(you do, you do).
I dont know what it is,
That makes me feel like this,
I dont know who you are,
But you must be some kind of superstar,
Coz you got all eyes on you no matter where you
are,
(you just make me wanna play)
Baby take a look around (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
Everybody's getting down (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
Deal with all the problems later,
Bad boys on their best behaviour.
There's something bout you,
Lets keep it moving,
And if it's good lets just get something cooking,
Coz i really wanna rock with you,
I'm feeling some connection to the things you do,
(you do, you do).
I don't know what it is,
That makes me feel like this,
I don't know who you are,
But you must be some kind of superstar,
Coz you got all eyes on you no matter where you
are,
(you just make me wanna play).
I like the way your movin' (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
I just get into the groove and then (you just make
me wanna play),
If you just put pen to paper (ey oh ey oh ey oh)
Got that feeling i'll see you later.
Make your move, can we get a little closer,
You rock it just like you're supposed to,
Hey boy i ain't got nothing more to say,
Coz you just make me wanna play,
I don't know what it is,
That makes me feel like this,
i don't know,
Gotta be, gotta be a superstar,
All eyes on you.
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