Motivation Lyrics:
[Kelly Rowland]
Oh lover, don’t you dare slow down
Go longer, you can last more rounds
Push harder, your almost there now
So go lover, make my mother proud
And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs
And when were done, I just wanna feel youre hands all over me baby
You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background
And you’re almost there
You can do it, I believe in you baby
So close from here
So baby I’mma be your motivation
Go, go, go, go
Motivation
Go, go, go, go
Oh Lover, when you call my name
No other, can do that the same
Won’t let ya get up out of there again
So lover, dont it make me rain
And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs
And when were done, I just wanna feel youre hands all over me baby
You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background
And you’re almost there
You can do it, I believe in you baby
So close from here
[Lil Wayne]
Uh, girl I turn that thing into a rainforest
Rain on my head, call that brainstorming
Yeah this is deep, but oh, I go deeper
Make you lose yourself, and finders keepers
It go green light, go Weezy go
I like to taste that sugar, that sweet and low
But hold up wait, new position
I put her on my plate then do the dishes
She my motivation, I’m her transportation
Cause I let her ride, while I drive her crazy
Then I just keep going going, like I’m racing
When I’m done she hold me like a conversation
Weezy, baby
[Kelly Rowland]
And when were done, I don’t wanna feel my legs
And when were done, I just wanna feel youre hands all over me baby
You can’t stop there, music still playin in the background
And you’re almost there
You can do it, I believe in you baby
So close from here
Monday, March 7, 2011
Eminem feat. Slaughterhouse and Yelawolf – 2.0 Boys Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Royce Da 5'9']
Ryan’s a homocidal misfit
I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violence psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics, by the way I’m higher than the Eiffel tower tip
I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I write ya shit
Pause, inhale hella kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felon’s, crooks, going door to door like he’s selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush
Now my bitch dancer, I’m bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It’d probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me anchor man, I’ll hold down the ship
Leave you n-ggas floating in water and go and drown a fish
F-ck, I’m f-cking heinous, I’ll make you f-cking famous
Them lead showers is coming, f-ck is you sayin’
[Eminem]
F-ck, it’s f-cking raining, shit, it’s lightening
Bitch, its thundering, cause I’m cussing up I’m a storm if you wonderin’
Shit, shit, you could muster up enough thought, to take a dump and a brain fart
Jump, if you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it
Bet you wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolise the game
Illuminati is here, yeah, human oddities
At odds with us, just whats gotta be
Cause we started out cold and it snowballed
We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes
All’s we know is you over the bar like Limbo/ Limbaugh
You know who you are
So quit f-cking the dog before we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit screw the pooch, ya’ll done raped a pitbull
Fell in love with Shih-tzu
This missile’s directed directly at you
And as for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, f-ck a ballsack if the taints can’t take you on a date
You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-aint
I’m the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants and the first one who pee’s gets a black eye
[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over
[Joell Ortiz]
Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the f-ck could you son me? I’m Shady
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your speak kung fu gayzy
All my homeboys, 2.0 boys
Nickel, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it Rolls, Royce!
Even if I want to quit, I ain’t got no choice
Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, house gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you p-ssy’s, don’t ask what we came for
I write til my right arm vein’s sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night
Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight
[Joe Budden]
Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers
You step to us, tech’s, rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to nay hood, bigger than jects
Cheated death multiple times without riggin the deck
So I’m well prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keep acting like you don’t know Mouse, n-gga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House n-gga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King staring at a picture of Obama’s face
Talking funds, n-ggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over
[Crooked I]
Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a Dahmer, I’m grinding
Now rappers are lining up jackers, I’m climbing up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles, particles
Tell me when and I’m there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo yard
Bogart for ours, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
[Yelawolf]
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Getting head like clean clippers,
With haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16′s like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the rounds
I shit logs and I piss river brown
Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so f-ckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing
Skinny-ass pants sagging, it’s only yourself you playing
Call me a clown, but you love what the clown’s sanging
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival then you payin’
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yelling “Go Shady” driving slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m getting paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t f-cking wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the point 0 (.0) boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy
Game over
[Eminem]
Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again
[Yelawolf]
Game Over.................
[Royce Da 5'9']
Ryan’s a homocidal misfit
I write the solution of biophysics
On the side of a cliff in some hieroglyphics
This my admission to having violence psychotic
Quick devour polish it, politics, by the way I’m higher than the Eiffel tower tip
I like writing but I will stick this pencil in your ass before I write ya shit
Pause, inhale hella kush, us and Yealwolf like a heavy foot gas pedal push
Felon’s, crooks, going door to door like he’s selling books, Dolly Parton style, melons mush
Now my bitch dancer, I’m bout as sick as cancer
If you could swallow my style, you probably rip ya pants off
If you could bottle my style and sell it to somebody
It’d probably smell like cologne made out of bits of panther
They call me anchor man, I’ll hold down the ship
Leave you n-ggas floating in water and go and drown a fish
F-ck, I’m f-cking heinous, I’ll make you f-cking famous
Them lead showers is coming, f-ck is you sayin’
[Eminem]
F-ck, it’s f-cking raining, shit, it’s lightening
Bitch, its thundering, cause I’m cussing up I’m a storm if you wonderin’
Shit, shit, you could muster up enough thought, to take a dump and a brain fart
Jump, if you want urine in your face, all you had to do was say it
Bet you wish you woulda just stayed pissed off in the first place
We came to monopolise the game
Illuminati is here, yeah, human oddities
At odds with us, just whats gotta be
Cause we started out cold and it snowballed
We froze, soon as we rolled up on these hoes
All’s we know is you over the bar like Limbo/ Limbaugh
You know who you are
So quit f-cking the dog before we start callin’ you bizarre
Shit screw the pooch, ya’ll done raped a pitbull
Fell in love with Shih-tzu
This missile’s directed directly at you
And as for these hoes who don’t know me from a can of paint
You must be huffin’, f-ck a ballsack if the taints can’t take you on a date
You mistake me for a gentleman, your 2000 and late man, Will-I-aint
I’m the bad guy, type of guy that will drag 5 girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants and the first one who pee’s gets a black eye
[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over
[Joell Ortiz]
Puffing loosies, watching I Love Lucy with Gary Busey
Crazy, how the f-ck could you son me? I’m Shady
Will there ever come a day when they could slay me?
I don’t know, fifth month, black and yellow insect, maybe
Til then I kill the bad man tryna slay me
Everything you kick weak, your speak kung fu gayzy
All my homeboys, 2.0 boys
Nickel, I just picked up a Phantom, look how it Rolls, Royce!
Even if I want to quit, I ain’t got no choice
Verses keep coming, I should invoice my own voice
You should see the kind of asses that my pole hoist
Hoes be like diamonds in your chain, man, so moist
Bang bang, bang bang, house gang, chainsaw
Here to kill you p-ssy’s, don’t ask what we came for
I write til my right arm vein’s sore
Forearm feel like Thor’s arm in a gang war
You hear that Yaowa, you know who finna file out
Definitively finish you, my fist stick out that eyeball
Piranha mentality with a jaws bite all night
Coming up, never saw light, but never lost sight
[Joe Budden]
Jets and movers, cess-poolers, meth abusers
You step to us, tech’s, rugers to respect the shooters
My men think in sync, roll with the best crew
Move to the beat of the same drum without Lex Luger
Welcome to nay hood, bigger than jects
Cheated death multiple times without riggin the deck
So I’m well prepped if you just want war
There’ll be blood everywhere, you be laying on the Louboutin floor
It’s raw, you keep acting like you don’t know Mouse, n-gga
And you gon’ need the best doctors, House n-gga
Guard your jewels and avoid large tools
Cause after I spill you at the light, you be in a car pool
Keep your distance from idiots, cause the truth told
They food for thought’s rotten, they gems are fool’s gold
Need results from my actions, mistakes I’ll exonerate
I’m Martin King staring at a picture of Obama’s face
Talking funds, n-ggas ain’t never seen stock
I don’t need the key to the game, I pick a mean lock
[Hook - Eminem]
You must be outta ya mind
You think you f-cking with us
Suck on these nuts
Bitch hang it up, this game is over
[Crooked I]
Takeoff, you invited inside of the mind of a psychotic rhymer
I’m kind of a Dahmer, I’m grinding
Now rappers are lining up jackers, I’m climbing up ladders
I buy enough clappers to retire you factors, fire at drama
You liars and actors, I’m the genuine article
But read me wrong, get my gun and split you to particles, particles
Tell me when and I’m there
Not only heir to the throne, but my chair is suspended in air
Stay fly like a limited fare
You got us pegged wrong, my circle don’t fit in with squares
I smell shit and piss, know where it’s coming from
You stepped on number two just to be number one
Now I’ma step on you, bring it to yo yard
Bogart for ours, we go hard
You frauds just blow hard like broads, I coast guard the west
I’m Mozart, I compose dark shit with no heart
[Yelawolf]
I got no Jim Beam in the liver
Getting head like clean clippers,
With haters on my dick like a jeans zipper
When I throw up 16′s like I drink liquor
You think you seen sick? Well, bitch, you ain’t seen sicker
Then I’ll crack, and then I’ll hop around in a hospital gown
Popping the trunk, my pumper stay cocking the rounds
I shit logs and I piss river brown
Cause I drink creek water and spit the river Nile
And that’s as close as I get to a pyramid
Shit, they think I’m Illuminati, so f-ckin’ ignorant
Sick with a grin, here with this pen, so innocent
But when you win, they say you a sin, but in the end
They jump on the bandwagon and dance to the band playing
Skinny-ass pants sagging, it’s only yourself you playing
Call me a clown, but you love what the clown’s sanging
And the freakshow’s at the county carnival then you payin’
Bitch, I’m on a trapeze with no legs in the dark
Yelling “Go Shady” driving slower than an old lady
In an old ’89, no piece if you pay me
Gimme peace sign on my grill, no Mercedes
I’m getting paid for these shows that I throw lately
Same shows a year ago woulda broken most of you crazies
They call me crazy cause I made it
Bitch, you crazy cause you quit, look at my clique lately
You ain’t f-cking wit’ Budden, you ain’t got no choice with Royce
You don’t wanna see the Crooked I, well, listen to Ortiz voice
That dirt road hit the 8 Mile, the point 0 (.0) boys
And if Marshall want me to clap, then homie, I deploy
Game over
[Eminem]
Yo, I don’t think they heard you, tell ‘em again
[Yelawolf]
Game Over.................
Wiz Khalifa feat. Big Sean - GangBang Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Wiz Khalifa]
Money, money, money
It’s young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes
Big money talking to you
Muthaf-cker thats cause big money bought it to you
I’ll be stuntin while them little n-ggas sayin’ nothing
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don’t even pay for it
Barely no major shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I’m in Cali so my smoke’s highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money’s through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I’m jumpin’ in my coupe
I’m rollin’ something that taste like fruit
And I hear them n-ggas talkin’ shit but theres nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
Never trippin’ on no hoes, n-gga what you thought we gettin’ money over here
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang
[Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a muthaf-cking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I’m a cheapo
Sippin’ on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
Bitch I’m ten feet tall when I’m standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucka hoe
I’m success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I’m up next
Money in my hand, I don’t need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they f-ck with me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it’s just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the f-ck gon stop her
[Wiz Khalifa]
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang......
[Wiz Khalifa]
Money, money, money
It’s young Khalifa man
And I got money, hoes, money and hoes
I got money, hoes, money and hoes
Big money talking to you
Muthaf-cker thats cause big money bought it to you
I’ll be stuntin while them little n-ggas sayin’ nothing
[Wiz Khalifa - Verse 1]
High ceilings, high hoes, high prices for my clothes and I don’t even pay for it
Barely no major shit
Need a bitch, take a bitch, straight back to that big crib
Let you roll some rapper weed, put you on some new shit
Hit this weed, I show you how I do this
My excuse is I’m in Cali so my smoke’s highly exclusive
And my bitch bad, my money’s through the roof
Your money short you looking mad
You Danny Bonaduce bitch
I’m jumpin’ in my coupe
I’m rollin’ something that taste like fruit
And I hear them n-ggas talkin’ shit but theres nothing much that they can do
When I got a bitch in your city, you should try when you see her
Never trippin’ on no hoes, n-gga what you thought we gettin’ money over here
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang
[Big Sean]
I tell a bitch bow down to a muthaf-cking G hoe
I work hard, I drink slow
But I never keep drinks low, smokey smokey cause I’m a cheapo
Sippin’ on Pinot Grigio, really hoe, got everything like I got me a genie hoe, yeah
My car look like a building, diamonds dancing on top of my wrist
Bitch I’m ten feet tall when I’m standing on top of my dick
You a sucker hoe, sucka hoe
I’m success, I feel like a million dollars, bitch I’m up next
Money in my hand, I don’t need no hand out
And they all got their hands up cause they f-ck with me hands down
And the car I push got more tent than a camp round
And my picture always on your bitch background
Like Prada, it’s just me and Cyhi
Young enough to be your son, but she call me big papa
She gave me her oh nana, now disappear like tada
She smoking on that Tada, now who the f-ck gon stop her
[Wiz Khalifa]
I’m ballin’ hard, my n-ggas in the same game
I do it big my n-ggas do the same thing
I’m throwin’ signs, it’s looking like I gang bang
I’m on the team, it’s lookin like I gang bang
I’m rolling up, my n-ggas roll the same thing
I’m smokin’ weed, my bitch smoke the same thing
I’m throwin signs it’s looking like I gang bang......
Chris Brown ft Big Sean Timbaland - Paper, Scissors, Rock
Chris Brown - Paper, Scissors, Rock Lyrics featuring Big Sean & Timbaland. Check it now:
Baby girl I think we need to sit and talk, talk, talk
Playing with my money, paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock
Blowing up my heart then stick a pen and pop pop pop
Either you ?, don’t know what you got got got
I could be wrong, you could right
You probably be alone, I probably not
Well listen girl, you acting like an idiot
Really try to love you but its getting hard, hard, hard
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Is you crazy, did you lose it
Are you stupid, are you foolish
Girl, I’m the only one like me on the planet
It don’t take rocket science to understand it
You paper, scissors, rock my World
Girl am I the one you playing
You paper, scissors, rock my heart and throw it all away
You throw it away, throw it away, th-th-throw it away
throw it away
Paper, scissors, rock my heart and throw it all away
[Timbaland]
Well I can take you back to the spot you was ?
Make ‘em return my paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock
Maybe you can think about the shit and stop, stop, stop
Climb up on this boat and show me how you jump, jump, jump
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I could be wrong, you could right
You probably be alone, I probably night
Well listen girl, you acting like an idiot
Really try to love you but its getting hard, hard, hard
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
[Big Sean]
Okay woah there, woah there, is you noodle
Cock-a-doodle
Are you crazy, crazy, crazy bitch
Did you knock a couple screws loose?
I know what time it is, only cause you *cuckoo*
I got bitches jumping for me like a bouquet by the beaucoup
Are you tryna leave, ay you trippin, tie ya shoe lace
You’s a dime bitch, cause you two-faced
And you gave me heads and tails
Throw it at me baby, I be the wishing well
For real though, I know our shits not perfect
We connected in our space where our love’s written in cursive
Put that rock up on your finger
Paper in your hands
But you can’t cut me out
Bitch this aint no game
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Paper, Scissors, Rock Lyrics by Chris Brown ft Big Sean and Timbaland
[Timbaland]Baby girl I think we need to sit and talk, talk, talk
Playing with my money, paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock
Blowing up my heart then stick a pen and pop pop pop
Either you ?, don’t know what you got got got
I could be wrong, you could right
You probably be alone, I probably not
Well listen girl, you acting like an idiot
Really try to love you but its getting hard, hard, hard
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Is you crazy, did you lose it
Are you stupid, are you foolish
Girl, I’m the only one like me on the planet
It don’t take rocket science to understand it
You paper, scissors, rock my World
Girl am I the one you playing
You paper, scissors, rock my heart and throw it all away
You throw it away, throw it away, th-th-throw it away
throw it away
Paper, scissors, rock my heart and throw it all away
[Timbaland]
Well I can take you back to the spot you was ?
Make ‘em return my paper, scissors, rock, rock, rock
Maybe you can think about the shit and stop, stop, stop
Climb up on this boat and show me how you jump, jump, jump
found on http://www.originalyric.info
I could be wrong, you could right
You probably be alone, I probably night
Well listen girl, you acting like an idiot
Really try to love you but its getting hard, hard, hard
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
[Big Sean]
Okay woah there, woah there, is you noodle
Cock-a-doodle
Are you crazy, crazy, crazy bitch
Did you knock a couple screws loose?
I know what time it is, only cause you *cuckoo*
I got bitches jumping for me like a bouquet by the beaucoup
Are you tryna leave, ay you trippin, tie ya shoe lace
You’s a dime bitch, cause you two-faced
And you gave me heads and tails
Throw it at me baby, I be the wishing well
For real though, I know our shits not perfect
We connected in our space where our love’s written in cursive
Put that rock up on your finger
Paper in your hands
But you can’t cut me out
Bitch this aint no game
[Chris Brown - Chorus]
Pitbull ft. Ne-Yo, Afrojack, Nayer - Give Me Everything Lyrics
Lyrics:
[Pitbull - Intro]
Me not working hard?
Yea right picture that with a kodak
And better yet, go to times square
Take a picture of me with a kodak
Took my life from negative to positive
And I just want y’all know that
And tonight, let’s enjoy life
Pitbull, Nayer, Ne-Yo
[Ne-Yo / Nayer - Chorus]
Tonight I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Let’s do it tonight
I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Lets do it tonight
Let’s do it tonight
Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
[Pitbull - Pre Chorus]
Excuse me
But I might drink a little bit more than I should tonight
And I might take you home with me if I could tonight
And I think you should let me cause I look good tonight
And we might not get tomorrow
[Ne-Yo / Nayer - Chorus]
Tonight I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Lets do it tonight
I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Lets do it tonight
Lets do it tonight
Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Excuse me
But I might drink a little bit more than I should tonight
And I might take you home with me if I could tonight
And I think you should let me cause I look good tonight
And we might not get tomorrow....
[Pitbull - Intro]
Me not working hard?
Yea right picture that with a kodak
And better yet, go to times square
Take a picture of me with a kodak
Took my life from negative to positive
And I just want y’all know that
And tonight, let’s enjoy life
Pitbull, Nayer, Ne-Yo
[Ne-Yo / Nayer - Chorus]
Tonight I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Let’s do it tonight
I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Lets do it tonight
Let’s do it tonight
Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
[Pitbull - Pre Chorus]
Excuse me
But I might drink a little bit more than I should tonight
And I might take you home with me if I could tonight
And I think you should let me cause I look good tonight
And we might not get tomorrow
[Ne-Yo / Nayer - Chorus]
Tonight I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Lets do it tonight
I will love love you tonight
Give me everything tonight
For all we know we might not get tomorrow
Lets do it tonight
Lets do it tonight
Grab somebody sexy tell ‘em hey
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Give me everything tonight
Excuse me
But I might drink a little bit more than I should tonight
And I might take you home with me if I could tonight
And I think you should let me cause I look good tonight
And we might not get tomorrow....
Sunday, March 6, 2011
B.o.B - Batman Flow
BoB - Batman Flow. Lyrics featuring Donnis in the Album "No Genre" @ catdaddylyrics.blogspot.com. Read Batman Flow lyrics and audio clips below:
Soon as I enter
you know who it is-a
it’s the re-presenter from the East side of Atlanta
that’s known as Decatur
I got my own lane but I can’t see the road
my rear view mirror’s full of haters
wouldn’t wanna be ya
its me they cannot battle
yes I’m a mother-ship and you a boat without no paddle
yes I am what they after
I’m a natural born disaster
I’m the reason your momma tell you not hang with rappers
but your momma is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper
probably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor
I wonder what she’s after
but don’t get it confused
there's no surprise, it’s just another day in my shoes
[Chorus]
Every other city we go
every other city we go
it’s just a different day with the same sh*t
it’s just a different day with the same sh*t
Every other city we go
every other city we go
things just aint what I used to know
things just aint what I used to know
courtesy of TopLyrics.Org
[B.o.B - Verse 2]
Yeah, well these n*ggas salty
high blood pressure
if you got that sodium, n*gga I got that pepper
don’t step up, please fall back
y’all can’t ball, all y’all are wack
haters need hugs, you thugs need love
and groupies fall in holes that gold diggers dug
these n*ggas cynical cause I’m on there medicinal
why they so sensitive, I guess they on their menstrual
I don’t need no, come consider the general
regardless of my genre yes, I’m flawless in general
when I’m in the club
girls be jigging on they tippy toes
so she take me in like her vitamins and minerals
you aint on my signal, you analogue or digital
grand hustle champion, someone turn my anthem on
when my jam come on, God damn I blow straight up
I am a bomb
leaping over barriers like this was a triathlon
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now I’m the everyday topic
I'm under the microscope so I’m feeling microscopic
my sh*t was fading to black
n*ggas thought I was gothic but made it to the next step
like recovering alcoholics
I bounce back like a snoop deville of hydraulics
aint nothing but a g-thang
n*gga I’m the king of pain
veins filled with nova-cane
so I aint even feeling y’all
I aint even hearing y’all
fingernails on a blackboard
they say the pen is way mightier than the sword
so I’mma spaz out to get inside the mental ward
get me Grammy awards
til your faith is restored by the lord of this rap sh-t
n*ggas got it backwards, lets line up all the factors
grew up in the hood but was raised in the burbs
where pops wasn't there so the military made me a man
and they told me, put my dreams in the can
but I still made it here, damn
[Chorus]
Hip Hop Lyrics B.o.B - Batman Flow
Batman Flow Lyrics by B.o.B
[B.o.B - Verse 1]Soon as I enter
you know who it is-a
it’s the re-presenter from the East side of Atlanta
that’s known as Decatur
I got my own lane but I can’t see the road
my rear view mirror’s full of haters
wouldn’t wanna be ya
its me they cannot battle
yes I’m a mother-ship and you a boat without no paddle
yes I am what they after
I’m a natural born disaster
I’m the reason your momma tell you not hang with rappers
but your momma is a minister and I'm her favorite rapper
probably cause she found out that my daddy was a pastor
I wonder what she’s after
but don’t get it confused
there's no surprise, it’s just another day in my shoes
[Chorus]
Every other city we go
every other city we go
it’s just a different day with the same sh*t
it’s just a different day with the same sh*t
Every other city we go
every other city we go
things just aint what I used to know
things just aint what I used to know
courtesy of TopLyrics.Org
[B.o.B - Verse 2]
Yeah, well these n*ggas salty
high blood pressure
if you got that sodium, n*gga I got that pepper
don’t step up, please fall back
y’all can’t ball, all y’all are wack
haters need hugs, you thugs need love
and groupies fall in holes that gold diggers dug
these n*ggas cynical cause I’m on there medicinal
why they so sensitive, I guess they on their menstrual
I don’t need no, come consider the general
regardless of my genre yes, I’m flawless in general
when I’m in the club
girls be jigging on they tippy toes
so she take me in like her vitamins and minerals
you aint on my signal, you analogue or digital
grand hustle champion, someone turn my anthem on
when my jam come on, God damn I blow straight up
I am a bomb
leaping over barriers like this was a triathlon
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Now I’m the everyday topic
I'm under the microscope so I’m feeling microscopic
my sh*t was fading to black
n*ggas thought I was gothic but made it to the next step
like recovering alcoholics
I bounce back like a snoop deville of hydraulics
aint nothing but a g-thang
n*gga I’m the king of pain
veins filled with nova-cane
so I aint even feeling y’all
I aint even hearing y’all
fingernails on a blackboard
they say the pen is way mightier than the sword
so I’mma spaz out to get inside the mental ward
get me Grammy awards
til your faith is restored by the lord of this rap sh-t
n*ggas got it backwards, lets line up all the factors
grew up in the hood but was raised in the burbs
where pops wasn't there so the military made me a man
and they told me, put my dreams in the can
but I still made it here, damn
[Chorus]
Hip Hop Lyrics B.o.B - Batman Flow
Rick Ross Feat. T.I. - 9 Piece Lyrics
9 Piece Lyrics:
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, stil lindependant
distribution mexican
he still sending
no contract, take my word
send a hundred packs bitch
them my birds
shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
in the two seater, me and two women
no Def Jam, went solo
took the custy’s price so low
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[T.I - Verse 2]
Its the king young gunna
hotter thana suana in the summer
n-gga think I’m playing round if you wanna
bring the thunder and the lightening
like a sighting if you try me
on that Wrren Buffet sh-t
that monkey sh-t behind me
you want me square n-gga you know where to find me
don’t call me on my cell
yopu tryna send a pimp to jail
if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
hey let me send a little message to my enemies
you n-gga get to telling have ‘em buried ‘fore they sentence me
come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
billionniare swag witha dope boys energy
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I’m going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I’m on the road, lets buy some new whips
trick a hundred hoes
spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
bitch im blowin up like NAPALM
got your bottom bitch going awol
n-gga’s looking at ya like you fell off
no sir, not me
I’m double platinum just like my Ferrari
bullet proof, n-gga teflon
why you snorting that
that shit stepped on
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls....
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 1]
Suave house, stil lindependant
distribution mexican
he still sending
no contract, take my word
send a hundred packs bitch
them my birds
shoe box, no shoes in ‘em
in the two seater, me and two women
no Def Jam, went solo
took the custy’s price so low
[Rick Ross - Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[T.I - Verse 2]
Its the king young gunna
hotter thana suana in the summer
n-gga think I’m playing round if you wanna
bring the thunder and the lightening
like a sighting if you try me
on that Wrren Buffet sh-t
that monkey sh-t behind me
you want me square n-gga you know where to find me
don’t call me on my cell
yopu tryna send a pimp to jail
if you buying 25 you can get it for the twelve
uncut, rocked up, got hand and pale yeah
hey let me send a little message to my enemies
you n-gga get to telling have ‘em buried ‘fore they sentence me
come to ATL, hit any trap they remember me
billionniare swag witha dope boys energy
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
[Rick Ross - Verse 3]
Soft white, I got that G-mix
I’m going Gold, crumbs to the bricks
I’m on the road, lets buy some new whips
trick a hundred hoes
spend a few chips
9 piece, straight 8 balls
bitch im blowin up like NAPALM
got your bottom bitch going awol
n-gga’s looking at ya like you fell off
no sir, not me
I’m double platinum just like my Ferrari
bullet proof, n-gga teflon
why you snorting that
that shit stepped on
[Rick Chorus]
I’m smoking dope, I’m on my cell phone
I’m selling dope, straight off the iPhone
he wanna quote, he talking 9 zones
he bought four, I front him 5 more
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls
9 piece, straight 8 balls
MJG bitch I got 8 balls....
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