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from Step Up (스텝 업) by Aaron Zigman [ost] (2006)
I`m gone get it and we gone get it
and you gone feel it and you gone get it * 4 [Chorus] I`mma shine, I`ma make it It ain`t nothing to it to it I`ll take it (I`ll take it) I feel it (I feel it) I`ll flip it (I`ll flip it) Pull it pull it I`ll straight get it I`mma climb I ain`t waitin` Theres no need with the money I`m makin` For streetin` for chasin` we get it in The crunk hatin` Enough don`t believe you don`t succeed And if you don`t apply you won`t achieve You keep ya head up high Feet down low follow your heart Till you get to the door Bells and wheels and wheels away Never trust a soul I`m here to say Stop dependin` on and be yourself And grab a hold and don`t look left So take a swing and heres your chance You got nothing to lose so make a stance The clock is tickin` and time ain`t waitin` with ya All alone see thats what your facin` [Chorus Repeat] Ya I know I`mma make the albums pay for this I`mma with ya in the eye lookin for the ten for this And I don`t steal for this I pimp for this I`ll ryme for around one hundered round clip for this What happen to the struggle its called And eviction notice Now people strong self evicken notice Perscription cops serve keep it real That fine but if I get wit it I`mma face some time And its hard being young and rich Trying to survive Trying to keep a shot to shine On the poor headed ties Couple of meals in a vine And a new whip for the wife Top that shit but this is my life [Chorus Repeat] I`m gone get it and we gone get it and you gone feel it and you gone get it * 4 [Chorus Repeat] * 2 I`m gone get it and we gone get it and you gone feel it and you gone get it * 4 |
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from Jermaine Dupri - Jermaine Dupri Presents : Life In 1472 (1998)
*All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga
spend all his dough Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me? Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick She be my last pick, I got a real hoe Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo Don't let the freak in you keep you up all night Gettin' fucked and sucked, you wastin' your life Before a real nigga ever kick a hoe down She gotta understand what I know now Ain't no broke down, lazy, gold digging, cute bitch Come around me gettin' credit cards and don't do shit, bitch I travel throughout the year I keep a woman with a house and her own career So when I buy her a diamond ring, it's just a gift (what's your name?) Too Short baby, don't need to trick I give her what she want cause I'm a real player Platinum after platinum, ask me how I feel later *Repeat See I ilke them crazy hoe Them straight, get down and pay me hoe I wouldn't mind no jazzy hoe Make my creep fall right out my clothes On the blow, can't let no hoe see my flow Tight jean and bra strap, girl that got to go (gotta go) Strip you on down like a shake-a-booty hoe (uh huh) Put you in the street, make me mo' money mo' Now see, just the other night, I met me a ol' jazzy hoe Straight boozyabitch, ol' sassy hoe Who think she fly to death, so I ain't gon' hold my breath To let you skeezers know, just let you ask yo'self For as I cut one but two down the line But could it be yo' hoe that I'm cuttin' everytime? And I come to find she servin' every nigga in yo' clique To get in where she fit in, now she known to be a trick Quote for quote, who tote like this Hit the Club Jig, on some Wes Snipe shit Snatchin' all the hoes in your harem, indeed I mock turtlenecks while I'm bees and tweed Til I proceed, damn right, the spot's tight Nothing but dimes in sight, so just might Bag these bitches like groceries Player to player, you can't get close to me Now who you 'posed to be? Pullin' toast on the S-O double N-Y, girlfriend lookin' fly And I can tell she schemin' (why's that?) Cause she like the ice is gleamin' (okay) But that's cool though, cause I know how to stain golds I pimp tight without the kangol, niggas know I slang flow, east to west Available at anytime to put the pussy to the test *Repeat (x2) Lay it down, lay it down You hoes lay it down When the real motherfuckin' player come around Shy, not I, some times I choose not to speak Surrounded by my real niggas drinkin' Hennessee Or Remy or Red Passion with champagne Chiefin' up some hay, gettin' at them hoes, man Trick, not I, trick be you, can you dig that? I got star hoes pickin' me up in Tahoes Fuck them at-the-bar hoes, tryin'-to-score hoes Mickey dropin' hoes, quick to drop they clothes I give those only funky weave wearin' bitches All made up, gettin' at a niggas riches I like women with they head on straight Pull your own weight and you can fuck wit' Eight Nigga think he a player with them old Girbauds Gettin' pimped by them space age jazzy hoes *Repeat (x4) [Too Short talking in background] |
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