Ja Rule featuring Lil Wayne - Uh Oh

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Lyrics for Ja Rule featuring Lil Wayne - Uh Oh

Intro:
Murda Inc Nigga,
Young Money just crept in like uh oh,
Empire, Empire,
Lets get em,
Young Money Cash Money Calabo,
Listen Listen

Chrous:
All my niggas my bitches my bitches my niggas,
My gangstas, hoes, pimps, and pushers,
Keep workin wit what we dealin,
Nigga gettin it, got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em, Empire just stepped in and they like,
uh oh, uh uh uh oh, uh oh, uh uh uh oh, hit it and go oh oh,
uh oh, uh uh uh oh, cuz they know we gettin it, got money we takin it, got bitches we takin em, Empire just stepped in (f**k niggas).

Verse Ja Rule:
uh oh, uh uh uh oh, here i, go oh oh oh,
its the Rule nigga, u already no oh,
im gettin it, i dont gotta talk cuz im livin it,
money over bitches period, n im dead serious,
these bitches is feminine, nigga so i,
t-t-t-t-t touch em up every time i see em,
are u feelin it, i-i-is comin through the barrell or the fi-i-ith,
out the sunroof of the si-i-ix,
i-i-if u willin to bear wit-ne-es, how i take money, take bi-it-ches,
niggas is facinated with the kid, love my style, ur bitch too would be on a dick if u let her come out, quit hand cuffin these hoes,
my pimp game proper, im a pis-tol popper, f**k around and get shot up, my niggas all riders, my bitches all done up, f**k, i know ya’ll niggas hate to love us, but…

Chrous:
All my niggas my bitches my bitches my niggas,
My gangstas, hoes, pimps, and pushers,
Keep workin wit what we dealin,
Nigga gettin it, got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em, Empire just stepped in and they like,
uh oh, uh uh uh oh, uh oh, uh uh uh oh, hit it and go oh oh,
uh oh, uh uh uh oh, cuz they know we gettin it, got money we takin it, got bitces we takin em, Empire just stepped in

Verse Lil Wayne:
Uh Oh You Did It/Nah U Gotta Get It,Weezy F Is In your Building/I Will Step On your Buliding/From the Steps Of My Building/Raise Hell,Hells Rizen/Call Me Young Raekwon Im A Chef In Hell’s Kitchen/flow,Sweet As Devils Food I Eat Angels For Dinner/Call Me What You Want I Dont Give A Finger In the Middle/Ima Hold It Down And Blow Up My Anchor Is The Missle/When i Say We Got The Brrrrrrrr I Aint Tryna Whistle/Long Body Maybach It Make Me Feel So Little/Im Ballin on The Suckers And i Wont Pick up my Dribble/Retarded on These beats Sick,I Spit Hospitals/And She Couldn’t Stand Under My Umbrella If It Drizzled/My Pimp Game Propa,My If Aim Propa/So Run And I Will Hit U Like Jerimiah Trotter/Yessir Call Me Young Carter/My Leather So Soft And I Be Stuntin like My Daughter…YA DIG!!!!

Verse Ja Rule:
Yup yup, i d-d-d-d-dig it, but our jewlerys so fi-i-i-itted,
damn, hot damn, bitches with the Atkins, Carter, and Crocker like we dont make that crack outta real butter, now d-d-did i s-s-stutter the first time, nigga its nah, they like uh oh, uh uh uh oh, this nigga is tr-ou-ble, its the Inc, nigga act like ya kno-ow, whos gettin it, livin this, gangsta shit…

Chorus:
All my niggas my bitches my bitches my niggas,
My gangstas, hoes, pimps, and pushers,
Keep workin wit what we dealin,
Nigga gettin it, got money we takin it,
Got bitches we takin em, Empire just stepped in and they like,
uh oh, uh uh uh oh, uh oh, uh uh uh oh, hit it and go oh oh,
uh oh, uh uh uh oh, cuz they know we gettin it, got money we takin it, got bitces we takin em, Empire just stepped in.

Murda Inc Nigga
Young Money just crept in like uh oh,
Empire, Empire

Hurricane Chris - A Bay Bay

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Lyrics for Hurricane Chris - A Bay Bay

Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]
Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]
Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]
Ay Bay Bay(Ay) [x3]

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

When I Holla Ay Bay Bay
I Finna Get My Groove On
Its So Hot Up In Da Club
Dat I Ain’t Got No Shoes On
Im Holdin’ Up A Big Stack And Dem
Hundreds In A Rubba Band
Girl Don’t Ask Me For No Cash
Cause Im Not Dat Other Man
Everybody Trippin’ Cause Im Limpin’
When Im Walkin’ And Im Pimpin’ When Im Talkin’
I Don’t Trick On Chick Dats Talkin’
The Boys In Da Back They Be Rollin Up They Dough
And They Be Blowin Until They Choke And Dats What Got Lil Cane Coughin

When I See A Bad Chick Im Hollerin Out(Ay Bay Bay)
I Hope Yall Ain’t Wit Ya Boyfriendz
Cause I Don’t Care Wat Dey Say
And I Don’t Care Wat He Say Or She Say
Im In Da Dj Booth Takin’ Pictures Wit Da Dj

You Wanna Know What We Say
When Clubs Get Crunk (Wat)
Ay Baybay let it Play
Dats My Song Turn It Up [x2]

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

Now If You Lookin’ For Me Baby You Can Find Me
Bangin’ In Da Chevy Candy Painted Swingin 9 Deep
ten cars Creep Wit My People Right Behind Me
I Showed Dem My Chain Now
She Hollerin boy u blindin’ Me
I Show My Mouth Piece
To Dem Freaks Now Dey eyein’ Me
Oh You Got A Problem Well I Hope You
Tryin Me. Throw da car in Park
Then I Reach Under My seat
Hop Out With My Hand Under My Shirt
Dats Where Dat iron be
Yellow Bone Chirpin’ Me
She Trying To See Where Imma Be.
You Gonna Let Me Get Up In
Your Mouth Well Dats Where Imma Be
I Don’t Pop Trunk Wit Lights Dats
Where Det Choppa Be. Straight To The Hotel
All Da Bad Chick Followin’ Me
I Know You Like My Style, I Ain’t Trippin
Im Just Tryin’ To See, Girl Is You Drunk
Well Tell Me Why You Leanin’ All On Me
And If You Thinkin’ Imma Stunt You Trippin
I Pull Up In An Expedition Wit Da Roof Lift

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Baybay let Dat Play
Dats My Song Turn It Up
Im In Da Club Hot, Crunk, Sweatin, Burnin’ Up
Im ‘bouncin through The Crowd
Bumpin And Hollin Wats Up
I Done Fell Out In Da Dance Floor
And now I cant get Up
Js On Your Feet But You Cant Get These
Louis Veton brown, White, And Yellow Trick please
I Go To Saint Louis Let My Chain Hang Low
Canary Yellow Diamonds Mixed With Rose Gold
I Shine Real Bright In Da Light Because Im A Star
8 Shots Of Patrons Now Standin’ on Da Bar
Probably Get Drunk As A Skunk And Put The Keys In The Wrong Car

[Chorus:]
You Wanna Know Wat We Say In Da Club (Ay Bay Bay)
White Folks Gangstas And Da Thugs (Ay Bay Bay)
Stuntin wit a stack of dem dubs (Ay Bay Bay)
Ridin’ In A Lac Wit A Mug (Ay Bay Bay)

Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’
Ay Bay Bay [x2]
Ay Bay Bay [x3]
Im In Da Club Hollin’

Ay Baybay let dat Play
Dats My Song Turn It Up [all da way out]

Nelly Furtado - Do It

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Lyrics for Nelly Furtado - Do It

You’re standing at the door
I’m falling to the floor
You look even better than you did before
I’m staring at my feet
Wondering if I can do this
It’s been a while but I couldn’t forget you

Just a little look has got me feeling things
Just a little touch has got me seeing things
Just a little taste has got me off the chains
Doing things that I don’t want to

Do it like you do it to me (I’m burning up)
Do it like you do it to me (it’s not enough)
Do it like you do it to me just open up
Don’t you know how much I want you

We’re sitting real close and I can feel your breath
I wanna touch your hand but I lay back
Cuz you know this thing could sprial in the night
I’ve changed my mind I’m ready for you this time

We’re sitting real close I can feel your breath
I wanna touch your hand but I lay back
We’re sitting real close I can feel your breath
I wanna touch your hand I cannot fight it off

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