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Ah ah
Baby girl was draped in Chanel Said she loved Tupac But hates some LL Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince, turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight Pearly whites Said a man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug Or do ya want love She gets the paper when it's time to get on She keeps these clowns thinking like ? Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke all this love, let it stay broke out Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Takes the choice have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction Cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover When you know it's on mine, thats on top Lap dancing got to stop You play out your chick Cos your game is hot I give you two Italian ice, my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You beefing, yellin' on the cell of my 6 ? You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping Keep the crystal popping, use my chips, And take the next man shopping Hell no, must be out Chicago on your knees and elbows each and everytime Thats why I love you mummy you Run your mouth though your legs over the bed baby, work me out Something about a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all sooped up, and played it just right Mummy I was full blown My game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear Its a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah No more ? no more maybeline? Brand new he and me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of freakin' night and ? Moaning in the mirror With my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames Now we need brand new mansion, with lake at back Got it all figured out mummy I like that Collect tips cop his and her whips ? But close the safe But you're worth it playgirl, i'ts real in the feel Say what you want, but keep you're lips sealed Something like a phenomenon x8 (c'mon) (go ahead daddy |
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| 2. |
| 4:32 |
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When you was seventeen and I was nineteen we feel deep in love growing up in Queens we didn't know a thing about love we was innocent sneakin' on the doorstep to hug held you tightly and promised you the world you gave me hickys and said you was my girl when I think about it now makes me smile cause I ain't felt these butterflies in a while funny how you grow up and innocence fades we used to live for love but now we're afraid (of what?) of the darkness and bitter memories lovers who crushed us through infidelity I promised you I'd love you to the end always and forever since way back when you're like candy the world's sweetest friend you taste better now than you did back then Bell/Tresvan you will always be my candy one day we will start a family you will always be my candy girl (you'll be my candy girl forever) you will always be my candy want your love girl understand me you will always be my candy girl while you sucked caramel apple lolly pops rain sleet or snow I'm troopin' up the murdock we used to walk down the block hold hands I would get you after school cause I was your man and any guys that wanna socalize just know that I'm a flip on any cat that trys my peeps used to say I was whipped all your girls said since you got with him you flipped but uh they couldn't feel the feelings we felt mirrors on the ceiling we melt I would look up at ya I remember the afternoon you surrendered we made love the tempature was high as could be you said Todd promise you ain't liein' to me and as we went our seperate ways you turned back smiled I remember all that (take it to the bridge) candy girl you are my world look so sweet you're a special treat candy gir all I want to say I need your love each and every day when I'm alone in my room sometimes I stare at the wall and in the back of my mind I hear my memories call of days when love was true I slept and held you taste the brown sugar let your climax melt yo candy you're occupying all of my thoughts turned my soul upside down with lessons you taught I can feel you even when you're far away you're right here wit' me sweet love strictly and I'm a bend over backwards to keep you on my side take you for a mental and emotional ride make love to your soul your heart and your mind in your hour of need girl I'll be there every time and as long as you support my dreams stayin' right beside me as a part of my team I'll take you where the average man can only dream of cause in a world so sour I got the sweetest love Outro: Bell/Tresvant candy girl you are my world look so sweet you're a special trea (you'll be my candy girl forever) candy girl all I want to say (word is bond sweetheart) I need your love (I swear I'm down for whatever) candy girl (sometimes you gotta go back home) look so sweet (I love you) candy girl |
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| 3. |
| 4:04 |
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Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Uh. (Ha!) Yes y'all throw your hands up real high Let's see where the people in the world is at Where you at shorty? With LL Busta Rhymes Check it out... Two big ballers keep the juice blending Fuck Black Ceaser I didn't like the ending Why? cos we two jiggy niggas always making Too many million dollar affilliations Abbreviation, LL, period I'm platinum every time, it's serious Aeiyo, we serious when we experience millions High, rolling to the max, extra big willying Uh, huh, with a third of my deposit I'll buy your whole crib plus the clothes in the closet Take your current chickens then take your ex-chickens Shake it down for papers Hey, now she jump shaking... Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high (Yes, yes Mr Smith) Gotta keep on making it high Gotta keep on making it high Why you ice-grilling, I'm far from a villian Two hundred and twenty pounds, you're half shilling Yo, ice-watery s flow like water spilling You know the rules of the giz-ame, milk and top billing Aeiyo, I think your empty-ass cup needs some refilling Let me bust my milk on your back, watch you start illing You know she's willing, cos' honey's a Star Trekker Clothes coming off like jewels in front of Mecca Aeiyo, cock diesel baby girl, bigger than Chubby Checker In the process of the jolt she might feel the Black'N'Decker Reason being, I work my tool right Handcraft the cake till it's baked just right Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Yeah, that's right) Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) Gotta keep on making it high (Uh) (Just spark my L) Just lean left, lean right Lean front, lean back C'mon, you gotta ride it baby (You gotta shake it, shake it all night baby) Just lean left, lean right (right) Lean front, lean back (lean back) (C'mon shake it, just shake it) (C'mon shake it, just break it) You gotta ride it baby Busta Bust Mr Smith Flipmode Yo, lets sing a little something for the song... LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways Busta Bust Mr Smith We on the track, I always spark the lah I always catch a contact Aeiyo, stimulation make a nigga wig (wig) push back (push back) Like he gotta touch... A bottom here for Mencap He went from Dreadlocks To Ceasers Now he called Cash Brothers shaving bums is nasty Kid so watch that... I be the B, U, S, T, A, R, H, Y, M, E, S full of finesse, ally complex And I'm the double L, C dash O, dash O, L, period J my leers waiting on the runway, Bust Yo, aeiyo, yo, I'm Mr You, God Is it the bashment? Aeiyo, yo, yo, yes we is a rude bwoy Mizzy gizzy busy for bissi Mizzy kizzi let the rhythm dizzi Just a leeson for you sucker MC's Cos y'all don't make no rhymes like these, period Word is bond Ah man I had a good time working with you Mr Smith Do you think they'll ever recover? I have no idea, I'm seeniggas is in comas and concussions It's ridiculous, word up - throw your hands in the air Just have a good time and wave them around Throw your hands in the air, word up Mr Smith and Busta Rhymes get down LL Cool J + Busta Rhymes together Ladies get up out your seat, seat, seat C'mon and chill with me, me, me C'mon baby, you know I'm audi Fellas get up out you seat, seat, seat Don't be ice-grilling me, me, me Uh, you jealous niggas - change your ways son Ah man Splash a little bit of flossing on niggas Ah man In a happy and fun loving way You know, splash! Yeah, you know that Like a little bit of ice waters and shit man You niggas need to chill down Put your shades on kid Cool the fuck off Put your shades on baby Aight? Shine, nigga put them shades on Niggas leaning Leaning like they deformed or something Ha, fix your neck You like like Shaq in that commercial |
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| 4. |
| 3:49 |
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I'm the king. I floss rings the new John Mickens Uhh I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin from New York to Richmond my shine is sickenin Ice drips frost bits or forfeit shit I got to rewrite this mackin' game baby Layin' in the barber shop knowin' haters is shady Maybe they sex young chicks and whips but i got lesbo combos ridin' stick shifts for no chips I'm seein' 4 to 8 lips let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, playas and chips, sick Mr. Smith, the rarest breed separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds miraculous lyrical swiftness practice this, stop bein' actresses on mattresses with your legs up in the air splash the crisp.. John Micks, a millionaire Anutha Day ... anutha Dolla My fortune 500 is fully funded Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps I'm the glossiest and the costliest feel the force of this lyrical arsenist Hotter .. than a yacht with rottweillers chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper the crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas the show stopper if u playas don't flow proper I'm the jiggiest, bitch, shit the wittiest wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest Chill, relax, you cats will fall 10 mill, 10 plaques upon my wall You stall, mix large, I see y'all Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches Supercalla - nevermind the alladocious Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this Anutha day ... anutha dolla I'm the MC that you strive to be competition is dead, cuz ain't none of y'all live as me Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby so save all the goodfella shit for Scorsece So iced up, they call me Mount Everest the many get honey ways draped over my headrest I run game from Fort Green to Maine I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein Hail to the King Cajone .. jing-a-ling I buy ya clicks loyalty with one pinkie ring Gotta be above average to grow cabbage I wreack havoc, do damage don't have it uh huh .. techniques up to par yeah you, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Gras Chick soup too Hittin' me off in yo' car Blaze her in the alley cuz she actin' bourgeoise Anutha day .. anutha dolla Ahhh man ... it's hard bein' the King, baby but someone's gotta do it, haha |
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| 5. |
| 3:21 |
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C'mon
{Noooooobody} (You wanna do this again?) Uh huh Uh Huh (You sure?) Uh huh Uh huh Keep it right there yeah A lime to a lemon a lemon to a lime C'mon baby you gotta gimme mine Whatever I do I'm garaunteed to shine I wanna see if your pony is genuine (Better ride it right, Hi-ho silver to the early light {early light baby} Slow it down a bit, get your face all yet drown in it) No doubt, the opposite of '96 (You turn me on sugar lick your lips) Girlfriend, keep it right there, face down with your hands in the air (Yeeaaahhh!) Watch my rocks What's my M-O? (Always hot) As for my flow? (It don't stop) Am I good to go? (Not my loss) Keith Sweat Nobody can freak me like you Nobody can freak me like you Nobody can freak me like you Nobody can freak me like you LL Cool J, (LeShaun) Kitty kat ain't nothin' but skin and bones You could flip it, lick it, or leave it alone You could grip, trick it, to each his own (I'll make your manhood shine like chrome) What?, you could work me out (I told you my ex-man turned me out, held me till I melt it down) Pound for pound I could freal 'em out Lover zone (Unplug the phone) You were out when ya mom and I home (Stop, I'll shut you down, round and round, round and round) Work it out now, c'mon, here's your reward All aboard! Word up, you can't get up, I'll leave your black cherry all split up, uh LL Cool J, (LeShaun) (Ooh all that drama sound real good, love to ride you) Wish you would (Yeah, but you won't call me back, man can't take it when it's squeezed like that I bite back, re-mat, strike that, a real live player won't do me like that) True, what if I strip for you, dance on the bed while you under my leg Would you suck your fingers, start to beg, or would you crawl like a tiger and give me some head Either way you can have it your way (Four play all day) A.K.A. John Mickens, so I won't be trickin' (We doin it, and doin' it, and doin' it well but you ain't gettin' shit till I hear weddin' bells) (2x |
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| 6. |
| 4:23 |
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uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, yeah yeah yeah
uh, uh, uh I was swerving thru Queens Fully growin' benz Searching for the butta thru my cartier lense system Banging out nothing but the blends on the digital startec Rappin' to my mens Then spotted the most exotic, cheekiness, half Rachel, half Holly My ?? is The smo mo, crept up nice and slow Breathin' on my ice, so it shine real nice Crease my scar peice Laid back in my seat Right near Bazely projects, on the back streets Her name was Keisha, full of street knowledge Pumped a little trees, but she planned to go to college Staring at my ice, smellin' my cologne She lived on the southside, so bring things on Honey got flavour, and it just don't stop Does she want me for me, or me for my rocks Your carmake me hot hot hot You just make me just hot hot hot Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check this out, uh She slid up my whip, like the queen of New York We jetted to city island to eat shrimp and talk Sourced up my keys to the valet cat I glanced at the fatty, I'm a see about that We blazed in the spizza like Bonnie and Clyde Scooby dooby hizza I'm feeling the vibe, cop the blue for some video type shit Knowing all along how hot these kind of nights get, uh I've got her right where I want her Reality about to creep up on her Stroke her softly, gently with my G While the light reflects off my i-c-e Waiter, ice the crystal, let it simmer Lights to bright, here's a grand make them dimmer I kept fronting and I just couldn't stop I don't mind spending paper when it's looking that hot Your car makes me hot hot hot You just make me just hot hot hot I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy just don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'll take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check yourself, uh You burst out of semi-??? She pulled down the staps to her dress Reached in the product sparked up sess Banging some Wu Tang feeling the ?? She said "Now would you wanna sell your soul for chips, and give up girl to push whips?" Never miss some spiritual down to my bone Why you takin' jumbo in that zone She said "I would do anthing for ????? Give deep ? to ? man coats Take off my G's Drop to my knees" Talking in my face Breath smelling like cheese I asked her Shorty you degrade yourself Just to throw a little bit of ice on the shelf You turnin' me off, I can't lie Keisha said "why?" I said, "yo, how can a man respect that, knowin' if he paid, then he correct that" Ice is the price for an overnight wife A true shark caller don't want that in his life So all you ladies that are selling your souls You need to put you er vibes on hold Ask for Keisha, she working on the stroll, Dead ass broke, but her pimp the man grow Your car makes me hot hot hot You just make me hot hot hot I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check yourself, uh Your car makes me hot hot hot You just make me hot hot hot I Iike you're rocks rocks rocks They make me hot hot hot Baby boy don't stop stop stop You keep me hot hot hot I'm a take you for all you've got Baby girl just stop stop stop Check yourself, uh and fade |
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| 7. |
| 4:17 |
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(Red)
Aiyo 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, blaze the hot (LL) trizack, it sound like heaven 7-6-5-4-3-2-1, my man Meth-Tical come 'n get some (Meth) Player my position, hot nick's son This one for all the sick ones, infliction posionous darts sickenin' Best believe finger itchin' with 2 proclay Now I'm trippin' on MC's Cliche Show that ricochets Start trouble bust bubbles hit the wicked ways Gotta love me G-O-D |
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| 8. |
| 4:11 |
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No question about it Queens represent! EEEEUUUuuhhh! Uh! say what? Queens represent! YYYEEEEAAAHHHH! Come on! Get down baby, down down down down down now! Queens represent! Are you down now Lost Boyz, LL Cool J Are ya's down now You wanna get paid? You wanna get laid? Pimp Yearlings in 360 ways Live your life in an ill real way Got 6 rides in your little drive-way You get mad puff-lie all day Make plans with your crime family Get money money, take money money Get money money, take money money By age 19 Tyheim is turned out he ain't talking much, keep a dutch in his mouth cop the aberrettes Orange and Blue Laced the Gore-tex, stepped with his crew Black superstar, Jesus piece Who he prayin' to? God or the Beast Some bust blocks, feared on the block Traded in the trucks for a silver drop top Drug money flowin' . . . . . . Jealousy is growin' . . . . . . Paranoia got him second guessin' D-T's on his back got him stressin' He was at the light blazin' up traum Around the corner came a tinted out Yukon Ten slugs in the door made him fall Guess he should of never hustled at all My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks alot Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot He liked to fuck alot and make the rubber pop 5 baby mothers 1 live on my block Shinin' in the club Chickens showin' love Cash bubblin' from pimpin' and drugs He a real pretty cat He get from his moms Back in the seventies, she was the bomb His games top notch, and he don't stop He hit a reverends daughter in a church parkin' lot Tay-Kwan is sick, heartless with chicks He liked to beat 'em up, make 'em suck dick Met a little shorty, brought her back to Queens Honey got the virus, you know the routine Not only did he walk away with the HIV Her man's jealous, jooked him rediculously UH UH UH UH UH UH UH UH Yolanda's alway's got a sceam Credit cards in ATM machines Used to make coats, holdin' work got arrest Honey made sons pockets bleed to death She a vet, yet she look innocent and sweet When she wet, aint no controllin' the heat For baguettes she give love to ill thugs Age of 15 she learned to pump drugs Then she got pregnant, abandoned the kid Met this drug kid, set him up and slid Now she 23 full blown in the mix Sizin' up wits than more cliques is gettin' chips She down for whatever, as long as it pays She tipped off the kids and got Tyheim blazed She was in the same Yukon, laughin' with the thug He said thanks for settin' Tyheim up Take a slug Get paid mommy, come on, come on Get paid daddy, come on, come on The Lost Boyz: Nigga's they wellin' they just don't know It be LL and 83rd rockin the show Now nigga's they front, they just don't know But nigga's wanna stick they ball in that hole Oh oh oh oh oh, UH uh uh uh oh Uh uh oh, uh oh oh oh ! |
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| 4:45 |
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I swear to tell the truth and nothin' but the truth
so help me God I just felt like telling the story of my life felt like maybe somebody could be inspired we all feel pain we all go through things but it's time to overcome all that if your plane crashed in the water and everybody died would you drown on purpose or try to survive I was born handicapped my arm wouldn't move they called me a cripple pops caught an attitude beat my moms, smoked la, drove trucks my moms had a miscarraige he didn't give a fuck he sniffed some coke come home beat up on my moms cause she's talkin' on the phone come on: all I ever wanted all I ever needed was a father that's all all I ever wanted all I ever needed was a father moms got tired of the beatings said yo we got to go packed up her bags we bounced out the do' she said I ain't takin' these whippin's no mo' I wanna live to see my little Todd grow I remember tear drops on my pops face lookin' down at me standing on the staircase handsome brova with a smooth goatee makes me wonder why he act so ugly you feeling me my pops got drunk when me and my moms bounced swigged some Jack Dans' and sniffed up an ounce grabbed the shotty left Long Isle for Queens possesed by a demon a devil it seemed I was too young to understand the risk when your moms come home off the midnight shift she turned around heard the shotgun click my pops said you think that you could leave me he blasted my moms in the back she fell down screamin' I can't forget that my grandfather tried to close the do' he got shot ten times in the stomach yo for real my head was spinning I had never seen blood four years old this don't feel like love any way pops dissapeared grandpops and moms healed up over the years this therapist got up in her head led her to beleive without him she'd be dead you know they fell in love with one another everything seemed right that's word to mother until I started gettin' beatings everyday sometimes for going outside to play late at night on my knees I pray young child wishing the pain would go away dad where was you when he made me strip beat with belts like a slave with a whip kicked me down steps outside in the snow punched me in the chest stomped me out on the flo' that's just the tip of the iceberg look it's too long for a song but perfect for a book word is bond that's real baby |
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| 4:27 |
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[LL Cool J]
It's been a long time People change I missed you Word up I used to always think about you Even though sometimes I see you And I try to ignore you Deep inside I was thinkin' about you What do you think [Verse 1: Tamia, LL Cool J] You are my life I have to go on Havin' me any way you want me baby Just love me til the tension's gone And don't you come too soon I'm patient I never come too soon When I kissed you you said it was the same old tune But I missed you my life was filled with gloom I was hopeless sittin' in an empty room When you re-appeared I was back in the mix I put the key up in the lock cause true love fixed All the drama got to stop baby no more tricks My broken heart was addicted but now it's fixed And I cherish you forever believe me you You's a priceless treasure from my point of view It took time to change I'll admit that My back in the days love I had to get back [Chorus: Tamia] You are my star ship Come take me up tonight And don't be late You are my star ship Come take me up tonight And don't be late And don't you come too soon (never that) [Verse 2: LL Cool J] I never thought that I would ever lay beside you again Tastin' every inch plus being your friend Romantic nights with shootin' stars and full moons Kiss the rose better til it come full bloom Can you feel it passions overflows in waves Keep it steady providin' everything you crave Now you ready I like that my love you save I love it when a bad girl agrees to behave It's the motion that makes your love affair complete But devotion makes it all twice as sweet Back together reunited bonded once more Before I was hesitant but now I'm sure [Chorus: x2] [LL Cool J] Well now you know how I feel And I definitely know how you feel Word up I'm feelin' this Word up Cause wit' you by my side I'm a take it to the top yeah |
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