"Buy U A Drank (Shawty Snappin')" Shawty Snap (Yeah) T-Pain Damn Shawty Snap Yung Joc (Shawty) [Yung Joc:] Ay Ay She Snapping Ah She Snapping Shawty Snapping [T-Pain:] Snap Your Fingers Do The Step You Can Do It All By Yourself [Verse 1:] Baby Girl What's Your Name? Let Me Talk To You Let Me Buy You A Drink I'm T-Pain, You Know Me Konvict Music nappy boy oh wee I Know The Club Close At 3 What's the chance of you rolling With Me? Back To The Crib Show You How I Live Let's Get Drunk Forget What We Did [Chorus:] I'mma Buy You A Drank Then I'mma Take You Home With Me I Got Money In The Bank Shawty What you Think 'Bout That? Find Me In The Grey Cadillac We In The Bed Like Ooh Ooh Oh, Ooh Ooh We In The Bed Like Ooh Ooh Ooh, Ooh Ooh [Verse 2:] Talk To Me, I Talk Back Let's Talk Money, I Talk That Crunk juice bottles Oakly Shades Shawty Got Class Oh Behave Let's Get Gone Walk It Out (Now Walk It Out) Just Like That That's What I'm Talking 'Bout We Gonna Have Fun You Gonna See On That Patron You Should Get Like Me [Chorus] [Verse 3: Yung Joc] Won't You Meet Me At The Bar Respect Big Pimping Tell Me How You Feel Mama Tell Me What You Sipping? A Certified Dime Piece Deserve Louy 1-3 150 A Shot 3 For You And 3 For Me I'm Checking Your Body Language I Love The Conversation And When You Lick Your Lips I Get A Tingling Sensation Now We're Both 'Bout Tipsy You Say You In The Mood All I Need Is 'Bout A Hour Better Yet Maybe Two Let Me Take You Where I Live Ferrari Switch Gears When I Whisper In Your Ear Your Legs Hit The Chandilleer Passion Fruit And Sex All In The Atmosphere I'mma Let T-Pain Sing It So He Can Make It Clear [Chorus] [Verse 4:] Let's Get Gone Walk It Out (Now Walk It out, think about it, Ah Snap) Now Rock Rock Rock Rock You Can Do It All By Yourself [x2] [Chorus]

"Over" [Drake - Chorus] I know way too many people here right now that I didn't know last year who the fuck are y'all? I swear it feels like the last few nights we've been everywhere and back but I just can't remember it all what am I doing, what am I doing? oh yeah thats right, I'm doing me, I'm doing me I'm living life right now man and this what I'm do 'til it's over 'til it's over, it's far from over [Verse 1] alright, bottles on me long as someone drink it never drop the ball, fuck y'all thinking making sure the young money ship is never sinking bout to set it off in this bitch Jada Pinkett I shouldn't have drove, tell me how I'm getting home you too fine to be laying down in bed alone I can teach you how to speak my language Rosetta stone I swear this life is like the sweetest thing I've ever known got to go thriller Mike Jackson on these n'ggas all I need is a fucking red jackets with some zippers super good smidoke a package of the swishas I did it over night, it couldn't happen any quicker y'all know them, but fuck it me either but point the biggest skeptic out I'll make them a believer it wouldn't be the first time I've done it throwing hundreds when I should be throwing ones bitch I run it ahh [Chorus] [Verse 2] Uhhh, one thing bout music when it hits you feel no pain and I swear I got this shit that makes these bitches go insane so they tell me that they love me I know better than that it's just game it's just what comes from fame and I'm ready for that I'm just saying I really can't complain, everything is kosher two thumbs up, ebert and roeper I really can't see the end getting any closer but I'll probably still be the man when everything is over so I'm riding through the city with my high beams on can you see me can you see me get your visine on y'all just do not fit the picture turn your widescreen on if you thinking Imma quit before I die dream on man they treat me like a legend am I really this cold I'm really too young to be feeling this old it's about time you admit it who you kidding man nobody's ever done it like I did it ahh [Chorus]

"Blow The Whistle" [Verse 1] I go on and on Can't understand how I last so long I must have super powers Rap 225 thousand hours Get it calculated do the math I made 1,000 songs that made you move your ass And for the last 300 months I made 16 albums with me on the front and the bump Where you get your beats? I heard 93 rappers say bitch like me 2 singers and 10 comedians And I'm still gon' yell it every time you see me in What's my favorite word? BITCH! Why they gotta say it like $hort? BITCH! You know they can't play on my court Can't hang with the big dogs Stay on the porch BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4] [Verse 2] Where you get that from? Grab the mic, spit one, let me hit that blunt Pimp-C, 8-Ball, and MJG Keep spittin' that P to the I-M-P Bun-B that's Texas baby Ball and G that's Memphis baby $hort Dog that's Oakland baby Ain't nothin' but pimpin' these days G My nigga C got locked up But these real hoes still know they gots to fuck Give a fuck nigga what you say $hort Dog fuck with UGK Do you really wanna be like me? Spit game like Snoop and TIP Pretty girls in the VIP They came with drank they don't need ID BLOW THE WHISTLE [x4] [Verse 3] Your mind is gone Your brain is blazed You've been wide awake for the last 3 days Poppin' pills It goes down for real Don't stop, just keep rollin' down hill Crash and burn, can't stand, fall back Your're doin' too much you can't handle all that Man it's been way too long Time to let the whole world play your songs Like me my shit gets around Leave the country come back and hit The Town I'm in Miami, New York, and ATL Houston and LA ask Dave Chappelle, about my rich bitch He got her from me And made 50 million dollars I'm proud of you D But I'm crazy you don't wanna be like me I come from East Oakland where the yougstas get Hyphy Blow it! BLOW THE WHISTLE [x3] BIACTH! [Talking] Too $hort Up all Night baby Album number 16 Y'all can't fuck wit that

"Make You Feel That Way" [Chorus x15] Make you feel that way [Verse One] Up an early for the hope of a brand new day See a homie you ain't seen since back in the day Fresh haircut fitted wit a fat ass fade End of work, we chilling on a Saturday How you felt when you first heard the data came Rakim KRS hey I had that tape Cooling out with ol girl on a fat ass date Find a hundred dollar bill wow man that's great Get promoted at your job up to management Plot a long time finally a plan has made it Time I feel I wanna shout, man its real that way Wanna think of things that make you feel that way [Chorus x15] [Verse Two] Christmas day when your mamma got your first bike Type of feeling when you went and when your first fight How your team felt winning championship games Celebrate in a huddle dancing in this rain Have a thought see a shooting star cross your screen Put in hard work finally your living your dream Deaf man get his hearing now in come vibes Blind man get sight see his first sunrise Dumb man speaking out, now he's load and clear Earth through your chout smile so proud ya wear Going in your third eye for the styles ya hear Making music that'll bump for a thousand years Eating right feeling conscience like health is first Said a prayer that's sincere and you felt it work Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way When I'm thinking things that make you feel that way [Chorus x15] [Verse Three] All up in her vibe something coming over me Summer days more likely that you notice breezes Winter days more likely that you notice heat When I'm warm more likely that you notice me In the dark it's more likely that you notice light In the light more likely that you notice night Hungry more appreciation for that meal Dead broke more appreciation for that grill A bad day'll make you really notice ones that's good And that'll make things a little better understood Times I feel I wanna shout, man it's real that way When I think of things that make you feel that way Make you feel that way... (Ya know its like ahh like the most greatest feeling you could ever feel you like just total illation. Sunny day, just that day. You know its just like you know just the most joyous feeling you could ever comprehend. You know, chilling with your family. You know just you know just really really feeling, feeling the moment, with the folks. Ya know really really really just chilling. It's love. It's love. It's love)

"Mathematics" [Mos Def] Booka-booka-booka-booka-booka-booka Ha hah You know the deal It's just me yo Beats by Su-Primo for all of my peoples, negroes and latinos and even the gringos Yo, check it one for Charlie Hustle, two for Steady Rock Three for the fourth comin live, future shock It's five dimensions, six senses Seven firmaments of heaven to hell, 8 Million Stories to tell Nine planets faithfully keep in orbit with the probable tenth, the universe expands length The body of my text posess extra strength Power-liftin powerless up, out of this, towerin inferno My ink so hot it burn through the journal I'm blacker than midnight on Broadway and Myrtle Hip-Hop past all your tall social hurdles like the nationwide projects, prison-industry complex Broken glass wall better keep your alarm set Streets too loud to ever hear freedom sing Say evacuate your sleep, it's dangerous to dream but you chain cats get they CHA-POW, who dead now Killin fields need blood to graze the cash cow It's a number game, but shit don't add up somehow Like I got, sixteen to thirty-two bars to rock it but only 15% of profits, ever see my pockets like sixty-nine billion in the last twenty years spent on national defense but folks still live in fear like nearly half of America's largest cities is one-quarter black That's why they gave Ricky Ross all the crack Sixteen ounces to a pound, twenty more to a ki A five minute sentence hearing and you no longer free 40% of Americans own a cell phone so they can hear, everything that you say when you ain't home I guess, Michael Jackson was right, "You Are Not Alone" Rock your hardhat black cause you in the Terrordome full of hard niggaz, large niggaz, dice tumblers Young teens and prison greens facin life numbers Crack mothers, crack babies and AIDS patients Young bloods can't spell but they could rock you in PlayStation This new math is whippin motherfuckers ass You wanna know how to rhyme you better learn how to add It's mathematics [Chorus: scratched by DJ Premier (repeat 2X)] "The Mighty Mos Def.." "It's simple mathematics" -> [Fat Joe] "Check it out!" "I revolve around science.." "What are we talking about here?" .. "Do your math" -> [Erykah Badu (2X)] .. "One.. t-t-two.. three, four" -> [James Brown] .. "What are we talking about here?" ..

"Lean Wit It, Rock Wit It" [Hook:] Lean wit it, rock wit it! Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it, Lean wit it, rock wit it! [Verse 1] I bounce in the club so the ho's call me Rocky, Posted in the cut, and I'm lookin for a blockhead, Yup in my white tee! I break a bitch back, And I keep a big bank, oh I think dey like dat! Before I leave the house, i'm slizzard on a goose, And i'm higher then a plane, so a nigga really loose, And I can lean wit it, and I can rock wit it, And if u gotta friend, she gotta suck a cock wit it! [Verse 2] Ay gon n rock wit it, gon n lean wit it, Rock so damn hard, u break your spleen wit it, Pull up ya jeans wit it, smoke some green wit it, N da spot aint crunk? bitch if we ain't in it? If u dont wanna do it, then i'll make ya dance, Perfect example watch me make your face beat up my hands, When you see me hit the spot, betta watch dat boy, Chalay, from the road with Dem Franchize Boyz! [Hook] [Verse 3] I'm too clean to wanna pop, lock from left to right a nigga lean, Bobbin to da beat, check my feet, he ain't got these! I rock den bend my knees everytime the beat drop Lean wit it, rock wit it, freeze before yo fingers pop Purple lean, purple, green, grams in my socks What the fuck you mean u ain't seen Buddie on tha block?! They call me Doctor Doc, I prescribe what a nigga need Make 'em lean and rock, old school people pat ya feet [Verse 4] Young Pimpin in tha club, see dem hoes tryna act up Cause the see my chain and a nigga throwin dem stacks up I keep a full clip and my pistol in my pants, I'm in da middle of da flo, they screamin "nigga do yo dance" Now you can roll yo arms, and just put 'em in rotation From side to side and snap yo fingaz like dem Temptaions Boy I'm all outta state doin the dance, they never seen that I ain't Fat Joe, but snap ya fingaz then ya lean back [Hook] [Verse 5] Rock left den snap ya fingers, rock right den snap ya fingers, Ayyy wats hannenin? lean wit me, rock wit me, Gotta pill pop wit me, gon take a shot wit me, Call me Teddy, I got grams don't hate, nigga shop wit me, D.F.B., SO SO DEF hell, yeah we known bitch! Franchize aint got no money? shiiit hold on bitch! Ayy Rock left rock right you can get that shit! Lean Back like Fat Joe and snap your wrist back [Verse 6] Gangstas dont dance they lean wit it rock wit it Clock wit me pop quickly ganstas gon rock wit me 1,2 pop then bring it Cross the chest wit it, get nasty flash it go'on flex wit it do it how you want slow it up do The matrix play wit it straight hit it get all they face wit it This dance is 4 da killas da dealas da cut throats You already kno the chillin the grown folk! [Hook]

"Tipsy" [Intro:] Teen drinking is very bad. Yo I got a fake ID though. Yeeah, yeeah, yeeah, yo, 2 step with me, 2 step with me. [Verse 1:] 1, here comes the 2 to the 3 to the 4, Everybody drunk out on the dance floor, Babygirl ass jiggle like she want more, Like she a groupie and I aint even on tour, Maybe cause she heard that I rhyme hardcore, Or maybe cause she heard that I buy out the stores, Bottom of the 9th and a nigga gotta score, If not i gotta move on to the next floor ["whore" - dirty version], Here comes the 3 to the 2 to the 1, Homeboy trippin' he don't know I got a gun, When it come to pop man we do shit for fun, You aint got one nigga you betta run, Now i'm in the back gettin head from my hunz, While she goin down i'm breakin down what i done, She smokin my blunt sayin she aint havin fun, Bitch give it back now you don't get none. [Chorus x4:] Now everybody in the club ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy, Everybody in the club ["in this bitch" - dirty version] gettin tipsy [Verse 2:] 2, here comes the 3 to the 4 to the 5, Now i'm lookin at shorty right in the eyes, Couple seconds passed now i'm lookin at her thighs, While she tellin me how much she hate her guy, Said she got a kid but she got her tubes tied, If you 21 girl that's alright, I wonder if a shake comin with them fries, If so baby can i get em super sized, Here comes the 4 to the 3 to the 2, She started feelin on my johnson right out the blue, Girl you super thick so i'm thinkin that's koo, But instead of 1 lifestyle i need 2 Her eyes got big when she glanced at my jewels, Expression on her face like she aint got a clue, And she told me she don't run with a crew, You know how i do but i guess one gotta do. [Chorus] [Verse 3:] 3, here comes the 4 to the 5 to the 6, Self explanatory I ain't gotta say i'm rich, This single man ain't tryna get hitched, Nigga waste it on me man son of a bitch, Brushed it all off now i'm back to gettin lit, Grisa orange juice man this some good ish, Homeboy trippin cause i'm starin at his chick, Now he on the sideline starin at my clique, Here comes the 5 to the 4 to the 3, Hands in the air if you cats drunk as me, Club on the set kwon cut out them trees, Dude i don't care i'm a p.i.m.p. [Chorus]

"Hip-Hop" [Intro] Uh, Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2 Uh, Uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh All my dogs [Hook] It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop [Verse 1] Uh, one thing 'bout music, when it hit you feel no pain white folks says it controls your brain I know better than that, that's game and we ready for that Two soldiers head of the pack, matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at? Rather attack and not react Back the beats, it don't reflect on how many records get sold On sex, drugs, and rock and roll, whether your project's put on hold In the real world, these just people with ideas They just like me and you when the smoke and camera disappear Again the real world (world), it's bigger than all these fake ass records When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected If you check 1,2, my word of advice to you is just relax Just do what you got to do, if that don't work then kick the facts If you a fighter, rider, ?bout'er?, flame ignitor, crowd exciter Or you wanna just get high, then just say it But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire, wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gonna know it when I play it [Hook] [Verse 2] Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls? If we don't get them, they gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them crackers in they city hall We ride for y'all, all my dogs stay real Nigga don't think these record deals gonna feed your seeds And pay your bills because they not MC's get a little bit of love and think they hot Talkin' bout how much money they got, all y'all records sound the same I sick of that fake thug, R & B, rap scenario all day on the radio Same scenes in the video, monotonous material, y'all don't here me though These record labels slang our tapes like dope You can be next in line, and signed, and still be writing rhymes and broke You would rather have a Lexus, some justice, a dream or some substance? A Beamer, a necklace or freedom? Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate, I just stay awake This real hip hop, and it don't stop until we get the po-po off the block They call it.... [Hook] Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up John Blaze'd and shit what [repeat] Fake, fake, fake records

"21 Questions" (feat. Nate Dogg) [50 Cent] New York City! You are now rapping...with 50 Cent You gotta love it... I just wanna chill and twist a la Catch suns in my 7-45 You drive me crazy shorty I Need to see you and feel you next to me I provide everything you need and I Like your smile I don't wanna see you cry Got some questions that I got to ask and I Hope you can come up with the answers babe [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] If I fell off tomorrow would you still love me? If I didn't smell so good would you still hug me? If I got locked up and sentenced to a quarter century, Could I count on you to be there to support me mentally? If I went back to a hoopty from a Benz, would you poof and disappear like some of my friends? If I was hit and I was hurt would you be by my side? If it was time to put in work would you be down to ride? I'd get out and peel a nigga cap and chill and drive I'm asking questions to find out how you feel inside If I ain't rap 'cause I flipped burgers at Burger King would you be ashamed to tell your friends you feelin' me? In the bed if I used my tongue would you like that? If I wrote you a love letter would you write back? Now we can have a lil' drink you know a nightcap And we could go do what you like, I know you like that [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now (Woo!) Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... [50 Cent] Now would you leave me if you're father found out I was thuggin'? Do you believe me when I tell you, you the one I'm loving? Are you mad 'cause I'm asking you 21 questions? Are you my soulmate? 'Cause if so, girl you a blessing Do you trust me enough, to tell me your dreams? I'm staring at ya' trying to figure how you got in them jeans If I was down would you say things to make me smile? I treat you how you want to be treated just teach me how If I was with some other chick and someone happened to see? And when you asked me about it I said it wasn't me Would you believe me? Or up and leave me? How deep is our bond if that's all it takes for you to be gone? We're only humans girl we make mistakes, to make it up I do whatever it take I love you like a fat kid loves cake You know my style I say anything to make you smile [Nate Dogg] Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl...It's easy to love me now Would you love me if I was down and out? Would you still have love for me? Girl... Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us Could you love me in a Bentley? Could you love me on a bus? I'll ask 21 questions, and they all about us

"It's Goin' Down" [Lil Boi] This a nitty beat (boing) [Nitty] Here we go again Ghettoville U.S.A. (uh Oh) You know I got by the name nitty right (uh huh) I gotta introduce you to another motherfucker out my squad right (who dis nigga mane) Dis nigga go by the name of Joc (Joc?) He resides in College Park (College Park cp) But for right now what we gotta do for y'all (what we gonna do) We gotta give y'all a hit (huh) [Verse 1] Niggaz in my face Damn near er' day Asking a million questions like Joc where ya stay Tell 'em College Park Where they chop cars Eat 20 grand spend a grand at the bar Jest bought a zone jays on my feet I'm on that patron so get like me 69 cutlass wit the bucket seats Beat in my trunk bought it just for the freaks Catch me in the hood posted at the sto Pistol in my lap on the phone counting dough If a girl choose let her do her thang Just like her mama nice ass, nice brain Er'body love me I'm so fly Niggaz throw the deuces er'time I ride by I know ya wonder why I'm so cool Don't ask me just do what cha do (ok) [Chorus: repeat 2X] Meet me in the trap its going down Meet me in the mall its going down Meet me in the club its going down Any where ya meet me guaranteed to go down [verse 2] Verse numba 2 do the damn thang Cubes on my neck pockets full of ben frank When I'm in the mall hoes just pause I pop a few tags give me that on the wall Time to flip the work make the block bump Boys from the hood call me black Donald Trump Dope Boy Magic seven days a week Numba one record long as nitty on the beat Oh I thank they like me betta yet I know Lights camera action when I walk through the door Niggaz know my crew we certified stars Valet in the front 'bout 35 cars Bitches in the back Black beamer coups Girls like girls time to recruit If ya got a problem say it to my face We can knuckle up any time any place [Chorus] [Verse 3] Time to set it off let these nigga know Have ya every seen a Chevy wit the butterfly doors? I ride real slow no need to speed Gotta make sure ya see the buckets on my feet Feds on my trail but they don't thank I know I keep my hands clean cuz I never touch dope Every time I see 'em look 'em in the eye Ask 'em how I know its me surprise! Put it in the air rep where ya stay Take a step back blow the kush in they face Stunting is a habit let 'em see the karats I'ma make it rain nigga I ain't scared to share it [Chorus] [Outro] Yung Joc... Nitty strikes again This a Nitty beat Playmaker So So Def motherfucker

"Ms. Fat Booty" I know, I can't afford to stop for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget I know, I can't afford to stop for a moment.. that it's too soon.. to forget [Mos Def - speaking over sung vocals] Man.. for real I was in love with this girl, y'know I was.. to' up dog! I'm tellin you man She was wild man.. f'real It's just too.. let me tell you about her [Mos Def] Yo, in she came with the same type game The type of girl givin out the fake cell phone and name Big fame, she like cats with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it from the front She spot me like paparazzi; shot me a glance in that catwoman stance with the fat booty pants, Hot damn! What's your name love, where you came from? Neck and wrist laced up, very little make-up The swims at the Reebok gym tone your frame up Is sugar and spice the only thing that you made of? I tried to play it low key but couldn't keep it down Asked her to dance she was like "Yo, I'm leavin now" An hour later, sounds from Jamaica She sippin Crys straight up, shakin, windin her waist up Scene two: my fam throwin the jam Fahreed is on the stand big things is in the plan The brother Big Mu makes space for me to move in Hey, this my man Mos, baby let me introduce; I turn around Say word! You was the same pretty bird who I had priorly observed tryin to play me for the herb (Yeah, that's her) Shocked as hell she couldn't get it together I just played it long and pretended I never met her "How you feelin?" "Oh I'm fine." "My name is Mos." "I'm Sharice. I heard so much good about you it's nice to finally meet." We moved to the booth reserved for crew especially And honey love ended up sittin directly next to me I'm type polite but now I'm lookin at her skeptically Cause baby girl got all the right weaponry Designer fabric, shoes, and accessories Chinky eyes, sweet voice is (fucking) with me mentally We conversated, made a laugh, yeah you know me bro Even though I know the steelo, she wild sweet yo I'm bout to merc, I say peace to the family She hop up like "How you gonna leave before you dance with me?" [hook 2X - sung] I know I can't afford this life For a moment That its too soon To forget [Mos continues speaking through sung hook] She blew my whole head with that dude, I was like "What?" I played it low though, I was like "Yeah, aiight, c'mon then, let's go" It's mad, the shit is so sick, I'm tell you Yo, honey was so blazin, she was just.. Yo, she was like Jayne Kennedy, word bond To my mother man, she was that ill man She take me to the dance floor and she start whisperin to me [Mos Def] Yo, let me apologize for the other night I know it wasn't right, but baby you know what its like Some brothers don't be comin right I understand, I'm feelin you Beside, 'can I have a dance?' ain't really that original We laughed about it, traced her arms across my shoulder blades They playing lovers' rock, I got the folded fingers on her waist He end my butt up like the Arizona summer song Finished then she whisper 'honey, let's exchange numbers' Scene three: weeks of datin late night conversation In the crib heart racin, tryin to be cool and patient She touched on my eyelids, the room fell silent She walked away smilin singing Gregory Issacs Like 'if I don't, if I don't, if I don't' Showin me that tan line and that tattoo Playin Sade, "Sweetest Taboo" Burnin candles, all my other plans got canceled Man I smashed it like an Idaho potato She call my at my J.O., 'come now', I can't say no Ginseng tree trunks, rockin the p-funk Cocking her knees up, champion lover not ease up Three months, she call 'I feel I'm runnin a fever' Six months, I'm tellin her I desperately need her Nine months, flu-like symptoms when shorty not around I need more than to knock it down I'm really tryin to lock it down Midnight we hook up and go at it Burn a stogger, let her know, sweetheart I got to have it She tellin me commitment is somethin she can't manage Wake up the next morning, she gone like it was magic Ahh damnit! This all Harrison Ford frantic My 911 wasn't answered by my fly Taurus enchantress Next week, who hit me up, I saw Sharice at the kitty club With some banging ass Asian playin lay it down and lick me up What!?

"Dangerous" [Intro: Busta Rhymes] Hey, another one of them Flipmode joints Busta Rhymes y'all, word mother y'all, check it out y'all Just swing to the left, swing to the right Make ya feel good, feel alright One time, feel good yeah y'all Busta Rhymes in the place y'all Makin you feel real good y'all Flipmode is the Squad in the place y'all [Verse One: Busta Rhymes] Buckwild to all of my niggaz who don't care Floss like a bunch of young black millionaires Makin ya run, me and my Dunn, stackin my ones Floss a lil', invest up in a mutual fund Blowin the horn, a sense of every day I was born Never dream I see a nigga landscaping my lawn Dangerous, my nigga shit be accurate Have to get, the flow be so immaculate Aiyyo, aiyyo, watchin my dough, sippin my Moe' Slippin in slow, them pretty bitches sayin hello Anyway go 'head and diss, play your Oil of Olay Little honeydip within a little Cariola I don't mean to hold you up but I got somethin to say Swear to only give you hot shit everyday Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on [Chorus: Busta Rhymes] This, is, serious We could make you delirious You should have a healthy fear of us Cause too much of us is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My Flipmode Squad is dangerous So dangerous, we so dangerous My whole entire unit is dangerous [Verse Two: Busta Rhymes] Hold your breath, we swingin it from right to left Word to Wyclef, nigga shit be hot to death Stayin Alive, you know only the stronger survive Holdin my heat, under my seat, whippin my five Bassline for all of my people movin around Give me a pound, all of my niggaz holdin it down Cuttin you up, the new shit, ruckin you up Fuckin you up, my black hole, suckin you up Back in the days, a nigga used to be ass out Now a nigga holdin several money market accounts Blaze the street, and then I would just like to announce Feelin my groove, my jigga jigga makin you bounce Others is fair, me and my niggaz breakin the bread Straight gettin it, we got you niggaz holdin your head Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us, that's when we gettin dangerous, come on [Chorus] [Interlude: Busta Rhymes] One time y'all Throw your hands real high y'all Yea, get down y'all Let me see you all y'all Busta Rhymes, Flipmode y'all Nineteen ninety eight y'all Ha, get down ya'll Let's have a ball y'all [Verse Three: Busta Rhymes] Feelin the heat up in the street rockin the beat Step up in the club, take me to my reserved seat Comin around, all of my niggaz surround me So much bottles of liquor, y'all niggaz'll drown me Makin ya drunk, feelin the funk, blazin the skunk Stay hittin with the shit that blow a hole in ya trunk Afraid of us, you know this ain't no game to us You strange to us that's when we gettin dangerous, come on [Chorus] [Outro: Busta Rhymes] Uhh uhh, uhh Uh-huh, uh-huh, uhh Uh-HUH, uhh Uhh, uhh, uhh Uhh uhh Uh-huh, uhh Uh-huh Uhh uhh Ahh ahh, uhh ahh Uh-huh uh-huh, ahh...

"Ms New Booty" (feat. Ying Yang Twins) [Intro: Collipark, Bubba Sparxxx] [Chorus:] [Ying Yang Twins] Booty, booty, booty, booty, rockin' everywhere [3x] Rockin' everywhere [2x] [Bubba Sparxxx] I found you MS NEW BOOTY Get it together and bring it back to me Hit the players club for about month or two Put his hand on it then see what he do [2x] Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight [4x] [1st verse (Bubba Sparxxx)] Girl I don't need you, but you need me Take it off, let if flop, shake it freely And I don't tell stories, I let 'em tell theyself And you ain't gotta sell sex, girl, it sells itself, like nothing else Yeah I'm a country boy, but that big city bottom fill me up with joy Ain't life grand (life's grand) living up daddy Here go the whisper song, baby this is us ready? Put it on me enthusiastically, whatever it is that you do, you do it admirably And I ain't choose it, that thing chose me It's Bubba and Ying Yang, all the way in this thing Yo! [Chorus] Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight [4x] [2nd Verse] Quarter to twelve and we just getting in Bubba's gonna make you spark with the Ying Yang Twins Sipping on Patron, blong blong blong Shawdy in a thong, whom whom whom Ass get the jiggling, MOTHERFUCKING WIGGLYING Get that thing shaking, like she frost bit shivering Ass be delivering, all type of flashes, cashes Got these hoes shaking that molasses SHHHHHH Let me whisper in your ear Get your self together go and buy some new gear Do something with your hair then hit the club, shake your ass and the player's gonna show some love Do that move you did just a minute ago I guarantee you'll make all the dough So gonna do you thing baby, work what you got, to get what you want Make that money, don't let it make you [Chorus] [3rd Verse (Bubba Sparxxx)] hi there, how are things? I once was breast man now it seems Ever since I had the pleasure of getting you together, your chest is just whatever I found the buried treasured Yes madam, here's the plan Meet me over yonder OK - don't play I'll bring the whip whoop, you bring your cook book And I'm gonna fix that stuff up, everything is good, good [Chorus] Get it ripe, get it right, get it tight [4x]