CIARA FEAT. CHAMILLIONAIRE

[Jazze Pha]
Ladies and gentlemen!
Ciara

[Verse 1]
He said
'Hi, my name is so and so
Baby can you tell me yours?
You look like you came to do
One thing (Set it off)'
I started on the left
And I had to take him to the right
He was out of breath
But he kept on dancin' all night

[Pre-hook]
You tryin, admit it
But you just can fight the feelin inside
You know it
And I can see it in your eyes
You want me
You smooth as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me

[Hook]
Ooh! uh
The way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it
Tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now
So get up!

[Verse 2]
I said 'Ciara's on you radio,
Everybody turn it up'
Spicy just like hot sauce
Careful, you might burn it up
You can do the pop lock
Ragtime, don't stop
That's the way you gotta get
Get it, make ya body rock

[Pre-hook]
You tryin, admit it
But you just can beat the feelin inside
You know it
Cuz I can see it in your eyes
You want me
You smooth as a mother
You're so undercover
By the way that you was watchin' me

[Hook]
Ooh! uh
The way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it
Tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now
So get up!

[Bridge]
Ooh, I love the way you vibe with me
Dance with me forever
We can have a good time, follow me
To the beat together
You and me, one on one
Breakin' it down
You can't walk away now
We got to turn this place out

[Chamillionaire Rap]
It's the kid that stay ridin' big
The one the police tried to catch ridin' dirty
In the club before eleven o'clock
Like I'm tryin to catch it down kinda early
Look, ya thick her hair brown and curly
She love the way my ride shinin pearly
City boys say she fine a pretty
In the country boys say she fine and 'purrty'
My pockets thick as green, it's curvy
And the ladies know soon as they see my jewelry
If bein' fresh to death is a crime
I think it's time for me to see the jury

[Chamillionaire]
You know Chamillionaire stay on the grind
A hustla like me is hard to find
I ain't really impressed, yes
Unless it's about some dollar signs
Ain't really no need to call you fine
I know you be hearin' that all the time
I'm watchin' you do ya step, do ya step
Yep it's goin down

[Hook]
Ooh! uh
The way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it
Tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now
So get up!

Ooh! uh
The way you look at me
I'm feelin' you, uh
I just can't help it
Tryin' to keep it cool, uh
I can feel it in the beat, uh
When you do those things to me, uh
Don't let nothin' stop you
M-ooo-ve, ring the alarm
The club is jumpin' now
So get up!

I got to have you baby
Uh, I feel it
I got to have you baby
I got to have you baby
Uh, I feel it
I got to have you baby

# Enviado em Sexta 04 Abril 2008 12:13
Modificado em Sexta 04 Abril 2008 12:31

soulja boy

[Chorus: x2]
S
oulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Wa
tch Me Crank It
Watch Me Roll
Wa
tch Me Crank Dat Soulja Boy
T
hen Super Man Dat Hoe
N
ow Watch Me Do
(
Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
N
ow Watch Me Do
(
Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
N
ow Watch Me Do
(
Crank Dat Soulja Boy)
Now Watch Me Do
(Crank Dat Soulja Boy)

[V
erse 1:]
Soulja Boy Off In This Hoe
Watch Me Lean And Watch Me Rock
Super Man Dat Hoe
Then Watch Me Crank Dat Robocop
Super Fresh, Now Watch Me Jock
J
ocking On Them Haterz Man
Wh
en I Do Dat Soulja Boy
I
Lean To The Left And Crank Dat Dance
(
Now You)

I'm Jocking On Yo Bitch Ass
A
nd If We Get The Fightin
T
hen I'm Cocking On Your Bitch
You Catch Me At Yo Local Party
Y
es I Crank It Everyday
Haterz Get Mad Cuz
I Got Me Some Bathin Apes

[C
horus x2]

[Verse 2:]
I
'm Bouncin On My Toe
W
atch Me Super Soak Dat Hoe
I
'ma Pass It To Arab
Then He Gon Pass It To The Low (Low)
Haterz Wanna Be Me
S
oulja Boy, I'm The Man
They Be Lookin At My Neck
S
ayin Its The Rubberband Man (Man)
Watch Me Do It (Watch Me Do It)
Dance (Dance)
Let Get To It (Let Get To It)
Nope, You Can't Do It Like Me
Ho
e, So Don't Do It Like Me
F
olk, I See You Tryna Do It Like Me
M
an That Shit Was Ugly

[Chorus x4]
# Enviado em Sexta 04 Abril 2008 03:48

alicia keys

no one - alicia keys

I just want you close
W
here you can stay forever
You can be sure
Th
at it will only get better
Y
ou and me together
T
hrough the days and nights
I
dont worry cause
Everythings gonna be alright
Pe
ople keep talking
They can say what they like
But all I know is everything's gonna be alright

No
one no one no one
C
an get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one no one no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
Y
ou you
C
an get in the way of what I feel for you

W
hen the rain is pouring down
A
nd my heart is hurting
You will always be around
This I know for certain

You and me together
T
hrough the days and nights
[
No One lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
I
dont worry cause
Everythings gonna be alright
P
eople keep talking
Th
ey can say what they like
Bu
t all I know is everything's gonna be alright

N
o one no one no one
C
an get in the way of what I'm feeling
No one no one no one
Ca
n get in the way of what I feel for you
Y
ou you
Can get in the way of what I feel for you

I
know some people search the world
To find something like what we have
I know people will try
Try to divide
S
omething so real
S
o till the end of time
Im telling you that

No
one no one no one
C
an get in the way of what I'm feeling
N
o one no one no one
Can get in the way of what I feel for you
O
h oh oh....
# Enviado em Sexta 04 Abril 2008 01:37

chris brown feat t-pain - kiss kiss

chris brown feat t-pain - kiss kiss

Yo this is Nappy Boy radio live
with
ya boy T-Pain
w
e love rap music
Liste
n, uh we got a caller on line one
ca
ller what's your problem:
Hell
o, I'm on the radio with T-Pain
(how
's it goin, yea)
It ai
nt goin good
my
girl aint doin her thangs she used to do
an
d oh...i got just what you need
Bran
d new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You
heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you..

Hey...
She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
that
kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her
mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They
hatin on me (hatin on me)
they
wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
because she mine, and so fine
and thi
ck as can be

Kiss Kiss Lyrics on http://www.lyricsmania.com
She
want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
t
hat kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In
her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
Th
ey hatin on me (hatin on me)
t
hey wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
beca
use she mine, and so fine
thi
ck as can be

I
m a country boy from Tappahannock (aaooo)
VA
is where I reside
so
shawty understand it (aaooo)
and I know i just turned 18
an
d I get a little manish (aaooo)
and
you see the bandana hangin
th
at means im like a bandit
like
-like a bandit-bandit
(aawwww,ruff)
I got paper girl (ruff)
the La
mborghini (ruff)
with
the spider seats (ruff)
you n
eva seen it (aaooo)
So
get it shawty
we park
in lot pimpin in my dome
and
I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
that
kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her
mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They
hatin on me (hatin on me)
the
y wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
because she mine, and so fine
thick
as can be

She
want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
t
hat kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In
her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
Th
ey hatin on me (hatin on me)
they wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
beca
use she mine, and so fine
thi
ck as can be

I
'm the epitome of this demonstration
I got t
he remedy
Ya f
eelin me
So why
is you haten my anatomy?
Its
bird like (yeah)
You h
eard right
Girl
im the king so that means im flyyy (awwww ruff)
If
you with it girl (ruff)
Get
it poppin (ruff)

Girl
wit me (ruff)
aint no stoppin (aaooo)
So ge
t it shawty
We
parking lot pimpin in my dome
I know
what you want

She wa
nt that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
tha
t kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In he
r mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They
hatin on me (hatin on me)
the
y wanna diss diss(kiss kiss)
because she mine, and so fine
thick
as can be

She
want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
t
hat kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In
her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
Th
ey hatin on me (hatin on me)
they wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
beca
use she mine, and so fine
thi
ck as can be

(
T-Pain)
ah ah
ah ah ah
shawty
lemme holla at you
Yo
u so hot hot hot hot
Y
ou think id be hollan if you not not not not
Im kin
g of the town you can take a look around
Ted
dy Penderazzdown is in the spot spot spot spot
(YEA
AH) I got money on me
(YEAAH) baby girl no problem
(
YEAAH) you rollin shawty
(YEA
AH) let's hit MacDonalds (ruff)

Its
TP and CB
Ima
nappy boy (random shit)

OOEE
E

She w
ant that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
t
hat kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In h
er mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
The
y hatin on me (hatin on me)
t
hey wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
beca
use she mine, and so fine
thic
k as can be

S
he want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
that
kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They ha
tin on me (hatin on me)
they
wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
b
ecause she mine, and so fine
thick as can be

T-Pai
n
Chris
Brown
Y
eaaaaaa

We are
live back on nappy boy radio
This i
s your boy DJ pain
I g
otta get outta hurr man
I just
wanna leave with it
If you aint got it by now then your just aint getting it
Le
ts go

Nappy Boy (AAA) and Pretty Boy)
Nappy
Boy (AAA) and Pretty Boy (AAA)
Nappy
Boy (AAA) and Pretty Boy (AAA)
Boy
I say
Na
ppy Boy and Pretty Boy
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# Enviado em Sexta 04 Abril 2008 01:28

50 cent feat. the game

how we do - the game feat. 50 game
This is how we do
We m
ake a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This
is how we do
No
body do it like we do it so show us some love
Th
is is how we do
We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do
Nobo
dy do it like we do it so show us some love

[Ve
rse I - Game]
Fr
esh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Cro
me hyrdolics, 808 drums
You
don't want, none
Nigg
a betta, run
Whe
n beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Com
e get, some
Pist
ol grip, pump
If
a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
Si
nce red, rum
Rea
dy here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre
found me in the, slums
Sel
lin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I w
as sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
Th
ese G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke
and rum
Got
weed on the ton
I'm
bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades
I
n one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I h
ave a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touc
h me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I
give it to ya just how you like it, girl
Yo
u know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Te
flon on my chest
They
say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz s
hit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Som
ebody gon' get laid the fuck out
T
hey call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The
hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
[
How We Do Feat. 50 Cent lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
Boug
ie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass

[Hook]

[Ve
rse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
Whit
e walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
Hit
one switch mang, that ass so low
Cal
i got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I gi
ve it to ya just how you like it, girl
You
know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gol
d chain on my chest (Ah!)

[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
[50
Cent]
50,
unh
B
entley, unh
Em c
ame 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Auto
matic, gun
Fuck 'em one-on-one
W
e wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Hom
ie, it's Game time
[Game]
Y
ou ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
It t
ook two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signe
d with G-unit
Ha
d niggaz like, "huh?"
Don't
try to front
I'
ll leave yo' ass, slumped
T
hinkin I'm a punk
Get
your fuckin head, lumped
F
ifty got a, gun
[50 Cent]
R
eady here he come
Got
ta sick, vendetta
To g
et this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The
dra-ma, setta
Si
p Am-a, retta
My
flow sounds, betta
T
han average
On t
racks I'm a savage
I d
amage
Any n
igga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
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# Enviado em Sexta 04 Abril 2008 01:20