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[Intro]
Listen up everyone! we have been just informed That there's an unknown virus that's attacking all clubs Symptoms have been said to be - heaving breathing Wild dancing, coughing So when you hear the sound - WHO-DI-WHOOOO! Run for cover muthafucka.. WOOOOOO! Ahh daddy! Ooooo! Ah! oh, ooh! Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ooh) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (ah), pass that dutch (ah) Pass that dutch (whoo), pass that dutch [Verse 1] Misdemeanor on the flow, pretty boy here I come Pumps in the bunk make you wanna hurt something I can take your man I don't have to sex em Hang em out the window call me Micheal Jackson (hehehee!) I'm a pain in your rectum, I am that bitch y'all slept on Heavy hitter, rhyme spitter, call me Re-Run Hey hey hey, I'm what's happ'nin Hypnotic in my drink (that's right!) Shake ya ass till it stink (that's right!) Mr. Mos' on the beat (that's right!) Put it down for the streets (that's right!) [Chorus] (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch, pass that dutch Come on pass the dutch baby! (ahh!) Shake-shake shake ya stuff baby! (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!) Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pass that dutch, pass that dutch Pop that, pop that, jiggle that fat (ahh!) Don't stop, get it till ya clothes get wet [Verse 2] Number one - drums go bump, bump, bump This beat here will make you hoomp, boomp, jump If you's a fat one, put your clothes back on Before you start putting pot holes in my lawn Oh my God, show em I'm large Shove my beat up, attack like my name was Saddam I am the bomb from New York to Milan And I can write a song sicker than Jeffrey Dahm' (Woop woop!) Don't touch my car alarm Break in my car you will hear 'Viper Armed' I've been a superstar since Daddy Kane was raw I'm live on stage, c'mon and give me some applause [applause] 'Thank you! oh thank you, you all are so wonderful!' [Chorus] [Interlude] Listen up muthafuckas, you have five seconds to catch your breath. Five - four - three - two - one [alarm rings] [Verse 3] Pop that, pop that, make that money Just keep it going, like the Energizer Bunny Shake that, shake that, move it all around Spank that, yank that, dutch back now Freak him, freak her, whatever ya choice Didn't come to judge, I came to get ya moist Scream - (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost Can I get a ride on the white horse? [horse neighing] [Chorus] [Outro] Pop that Pass tha dutch baby! Jiggle that fat |
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oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
I'm I'm I'm I'm I'm really really Hot Hot Hot Hot Hot Let me holla' at the DJ Come on DJ put that record on the replay Don't you see how them bitches move they bootay Everytime you play this record smell like coochie Follow dem' Screamin' like a groupay Misdemeanor move my nookie like a hoochay For them hatas fuck whatever you say Because you know I'm too cool for you anyway I'm just a bad bitch M I S Miss I'm gonna' keep talkin' shit till you get this I'm gonna' bust up in the club wit' no guest list Them otha' artist I keep em' all restless I don't french kiss unless it's 50 cent Vivica we can share him like the president Tabloids I don't care it's irrelevant I'm heaven sent Now watch how I do this shit oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm really really Hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em' You don't know whatcha' talkin' bout You would think I was Sug when I come out My album hit hard when I roll out Yall records make a bitch wanna' throw em out And that's no doubt See I rock bells Fly as hell and cool as Baby can't ya' tell I lick my lips like I'm L L And I'm doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well Straight to the hotel I'm cellabut so boy you gets no tell Kiss kiss and still you gets nowhere Just two blue balls down in yo' underwear I play unfair I'm a hot gal Hot cars and stars and strip bars And ain't hot if I'm not there I'm a true playa' You can find me up in any record store Hurry up and get chere oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh I'm really really Hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em' Look let me move to the left Go head let me feel myself Touch my chest my sweat Show that DJ how I shake my breasts Jiggle jiggle jangle Watch how my gludius dangle I do a 1 2 step STOP No I ain't done yet Everybody in the club go to work Tight jeans crop shirts short skirts I'm gonna' rock to the beat till' it hurt I'm gonna' drop it on the street Yeah ya' heard Hatas' I flip the bird Got guns so what I ain't scurred I came to boogie and swerve I ain't lyin' folk that's my word Really your says Really your says I'm really really Hot Everytime my records drop Radio says I won't stop Cus' I'm killin' em' |
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Monica & Beenie Man
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Lemme run up in this Pleasure Word get me some toys.
Throw on this bald cap too so these mothafucka's wont know who I am. This Sha Shay, Welcome to Pleasure World, may I help you find suttin'? Hi, Umm Yeah, I was wonderin' if you carried the Tidal Waves, Butterflies, Bullets, Rabbits, Garold G-Spot, and Mega Blasters. Well we got all the rest of that stuff, but the Mega Blasters. We are clean out of Mega Blasters. Heather Hunter just came in here and brought the last ten. Don't ask me what she doin' with ten of em', but she came in here and brought the last ten. Mmmm Hmmmm...... Awww Damn, Ten. Yeah OK. Ummm, Well Lemme Get.... Wha-, Wha-, Wha-, Wha-... Hold Up, You-...You Missy Elliot? Cuz you look juss like Missy Elliot. You Missy Elliot? Nah, Nah, Nah, Chill, Chill Nah, Nah, ya'll got them same teeth, same lips, same hoop earrings. You Missy Elliot ain't cha? I ain't gon' tell nobody you in here girl! Antonio, don't this look like Missy Elliot? Huh? Come here, come here! Daaaaaamn! This Missy Elliot! I Told Ya! I Told Ya! Oh Shit! Can I get an autograph? Awww, Man! Come on, Come on. Take a picture by the Tidal Waves! Come on, look up, look up. Yeah, Yeah, You cool as shit man! Yeah! Look, thanks for shoppin' at Pleasure World and don't forget yo bag of TOYYYYYZZZZZZZZ! |
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Hey yo, Nelly! This is fire {What you talkin' about, girl?} Let's make it hot for the clubs {Missy!} Wooooo! ["This is fire!" cut and scratched] [Verse 1 - Missy Elliott] Down South girls got them real BIG BUTTS Real big butts make ya man wanna look (OH!) Back it up, flip it up, skinny girls - eugh! Love my guts, so fuck a tummy tuck (Oh yeaaah?) Yeah! I shakes my butt I shakes my gut like "yeah, bitch what?" Yeah I likes it rough, tough Ask your man how I'm good in handcuffs Me and Nelly came to rock the club Pack the place, don't push or shove Out of the club, straight to the crib I'll let you know if the sex was good [Hook - Missy Elliott {Timbaland}] Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you working wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} This is how me and Nelly pump it up Pump it up! {Show me love, G} Pump it up! {Let me see what you workin wit'} Pump it up! {Let me see those big-ass hips} Pump it up! {Pump it up} C'mon [Verse 2 - Missy Elliott] DOWN SOUTH PLAYERS! WE GOT THAT FIRE MADE! Get up on my booty, tutti-fruiti on the rooty I'm a thick chick, skinny girls act snooty No matter what your size, my big thighs'll do my duty Look at the way my rump shake like a movie (SAY WHAAAT?) See my tight jeans and the coochie Spend a little looty, you gotta WORK for the booty (Yup) Me and Nelly HOT ON THE TRACK (Track!) Nelly, can't no-one EVER TOP THAT (Top that!) Niggaz we came to rock the club (C'mon!) DJs better Pump It Up Motherfuckers need to back it up 'Cause we gon' t |
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Yeah, ohhh-ohh
Yeaahhh, yeaaa I love you more then my mouth can say I'll take a flight to Kingston, any place Just to be in yo face From New York City to Japan I'll be there ba-by Just call my phone and I'll come flying On the next plane to you Never worry 'cause I'm ya woman And I promise ba-by I promise you will be my man [Chorus:] 'Cause baby it's real (real) So real (so real) Can't you tell by the look in my face, yeah Oh baby it's real (it's real) So real (so real) I hope your feeling the same 'Cause baby it's real I'll follow you right to the moon It could happen yeah Just so we can be close as cousins With my heart out to you I love you more then words can offer Pay attention ba-by I hope this never ends my lover [Chorus:] I don't want to spend a day without you I don't get tired of being by you I don't care bout the things about you Boy it's real [Chorus:] |
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What's up motherfuckers
I need to know is V-A up in this bitch New York St. Louis Chicago Philly LA Atlanta I'm diggin' that But how about the ladies that got a head full of fake weave or braids Holla at ya peoples Oh see'mon Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I met a guy named Tommy Very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to fuck and be his baby mommy You really don't know me So I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me Let me spit some baloney Baby you could call me If you go down on me But you got to back up off me Wearing cubic zirconium I told him baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui You want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's (ohhwee) Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oohwee) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I used to date a guy named Chris Sloppy with his kiss But he was good with his tongue I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong I had him souped like won-ton I put the beat on And on my ass he skeet on I put the heat on young gun Fresh meat he season Yes yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James And with a mask he's Superfreak I told him gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy Cause your child support money don't fix my weave And you know nigga please me no fuck for free Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID I got a call from Joe He used to call me J.Lo Hey-lo how you doing Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing Sex was good all ooh-in Moan he was grown He would fuck me 'til the mo'nin' I used to get vex when he would sex another bitch Said Baby don't trip just like Ben I'm rich Jen don't bitch then Miss don't bitch Lopez get rich call me Miss Affleck I tell him baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys Cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave Ooh baby let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to three Before I walk in the club I gotta fix my weave (Oh) Baby fix my weave Baby baby let me fix my weave On the highway I do above ninety (Woo-woo) pull me over get the fake ID To the heavy weave cities Miami Jersey D.C. the Carolinas Detroit Louisville Ohio to all the projects To the beauty salons And curling irons stitching in that (?) hair Okay oohwee yeah fix your weave Straight up like a perm you heard |
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I hope you can s-p-e-l-l
Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse One] If you is a h-o-e get a j-o-b I'm h-o-t on the t-o-p Mister Mosely get the b-a-t Dont copy this here cause I done d-i-d It could get h-e-c-t-i-c f-i-s-t in your f-a-c-e Y'all don't know how crazy Missy be Don't toy me I'm outta y'all leauge Yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin' you You better learn a thing or two You don't really want it boo [Chorus] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l S-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l [Verse Two] You just crazy if you think you Jay-Z Sure ain't me cause I r-a-p I'm v-i-p not we that's me Timmy this beat is a h-i-t Listen to the t-r-a-c-k On the M-i-say from the motherfuckin VA Y'all know k-i-g-e-r-ty If y'all ask me y'all style booty I hope you can s-p-e double L I'm double XL y'all can all kiss tail Y'all motherfuckers don't know me that well My level came next and I'm not RL And yes I'm bulletproof Bitches I ain't foolin you You better learn a thing or two You dont really want it boo [Chorus] I hope you can s-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h-e-l-l S-p-e-l-l Nigga please you don't know me that well I got a truck sittin on sprewells My flow tight as h- |
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