50 Cent featuring Justin Timberlake and Timbaland - Ayo Technology

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Lyrics for 50 Cent featuring Justin Timberlake and Timbaland - Ayo Technology

Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it’s right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I’m ballin’, throw’n money around

Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin’ makin’
Look at the way she shakin’ shakin’
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin’ for her, go crazy face it
Now don’t stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin’ make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got you’re head f**ked up from the way she did it
She’s so much more than you’re used to
She know’s just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you’re lap till you’re ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin’
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don’t stop
I ain’t got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there’s plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin’, sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I’m ready to roll
I’ll be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let’s get it poppin’ shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

50 Cent - Fully Loaded Clip

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High speed Ferarri movement,
Third lane switching lanes what up
Brooklyn what up,
Far Rock what up,
When Jay and Beyonce was mmm mmm kissin,
I was cookin one thousand grams in my kitchen,
When Nas was tellin Kelis, I love you boo,
I was shinin my nine, you know how I do,

I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit, I got
I got a fully loaded clip
chorus x2
You want a problem with me, no problem, it’s all good
I ain’t fresh out the hood, I’m still in da hood,
black rims, black hemi, nigga see me when you see me
I appear and disappear with the heata like a genie
That party and bullshit’ll get ya ass popped
Don’t believe me, ask Fab, it got his ass shot,
I’m in the cut like germs, I do dirt like worms
Smoke weed, now i’m sure, nigga it’s my turn
I fire on you ass, them hollowtips burn baby burn
I’m screamin Fuck the cops, ride round wit my glock
there’s my pistol on my bitch, nigga fuck that box
that’s how P got knocked, that’s a jewel I drop,
but you ain’t peep that nigga, go head repeat that nigga
you might learn a lil sumtin if you learn to stop frontin
I make it look easy on three piece bb’s,
rollin, lokin, up early wit da dopeman

When Janet and Jermaine were mm mm kissin,
I was baggin one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Puff was tellin Kim I love you boo
I was shinin my nine, you know how I do

I got a fully loaded clip, I be on that shit, I got
I got a fully loaded clip x2
At the dice game I bet it all you hear what I’m sayin
take grand, I form better nigga I ain’t playin
I try to get it, holla at me if you wit it
and lace up da chucks, we can rob these muthafuckas
My stomach is growling, they say that I’m wiling
I’m doin my numbers, an I’m getting violent
they hearing me rapping, thinking I’m playin
they see the barrel an they see the flame
I need full cooperation, man give us the change
the watch, the ring, an the grill we aint playin
I found out they just sound the same
holla I got that nose candy man
When Jeezy and Keisha were mm mm kissin
I was baggin one thousand grams in my kitchen
When Trina was tellin Wayne I love you boo
she was just runnin games she told Buck that too
chorus x2
I mean, let me show you how I do this right here
Now the ruger holds sixteen, I put sixteen in da clip
I put it in, I cock that, one in da head
I put another one in da clip, I put it back
I got a fully loaded clip
That was big with all that, let the bullets breathe
I need a fully loaded clip

50 Cent - Straight to the Bank

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(Intro)
Hahahaha…Yeah…
When I’m Out In NY
Boys, Blunts And Phillies…
When I’m Out In LA
Boys, Wraps And Swishes…

(2x)
Now Blood Walk To This
Now Crip Walk To This
Now Throw It Up, Raise It Up For This Gangsta Shit.

(Verse 1)
I’m In My Lambo Magget, My Fo-Fo Faggot
Doors Lift Up I’m Like Go-Go Gadget
See The Shit I Got On, Homie I’d Hate Too
My Teflon On, Boy My Goverment Issue
I Hit Your Vertebra, Bullets Rip Thru Tissue
Your Wife On The Futon Huggin’ A Shih Tzu.
Homie Your A Bitch, U Got Feminine Ways
Heard U Got Four Lips, And Bleed For Seven Days
I Got Four Fifths, And Bananas On the K’s
And Got More Whips, Than A Runaway Slave
Me And Yayo Go Back, Like Some High Top Fades
When I Made 50 Mill, Em Got Payd
When I Made 60 Mill, Dre Got Payd
When I Made 80 Mill, Jimmy Got Payd
I Aint Even Got To Rap, Now Life Is Made
I Said I Aint Eeven Got to Rap, I’m Filthy Mayne…

(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I’m Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha

(Verse 2)
I Keep Nothin’ But Hundred Dollar Bills In The Bank Roll
I Got The Kind Of Money That The Bank Can’t Hold
Gottem Of The Street Moving Bunduce And Olds
Seven Three Caprice Old School When I Roll
Freeze Pass Wit The Heat Pass Fuck The Toll
No More Platinum, I’m Wearing Gold
I’m Internationally Known As The Kid Wit The Flow
That Brings Enough Dough, It’s Never Enough Dough
Shit I Need More, New Shit Out The Store
Baby Blue Is Old, Fresh Of The Floor
Stash Box By The Dash Box In Case They Want War
Make The Purple Bring The Green Then Fuck The Law
I’m Oh So Raw, I’m Hot I’m Sure
I’m Like The Coolest Mothafucker Around The Globe Boy
I Set The Club On Fire, I Told Ya
I’m The General Salute Me Soldier

(Hook 4x)
(50 Cent) I’m Laughing Straight To The Bank Wit This
(Yayo) Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha, Ha-Ha-Hahaha-Ha

(Outro)
Now Work It Out Now,
Shorty Work It Out
I Wanna See U Brake It Down
Now Back It Up Now
U Know What I’m About
It’s Like A Bank Job, I’m In And I’m Out
Now Work It Out Now,
Work It Out, Work It Out
Now Work It Out Now
Work It Out, Work It Out

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