Yeah,
Burn, Hay Mama, Itsumo, My Ban Lyrics
Fave Songs RR AA KK!!!!
f/ Lil Jon, Ludacris
[Usher] Peace up, A-Town down
[Lil J] Yeah!
(yeahhh!!) okay! (okayyy!!)
[Usher] Usher (Usher Usher Usher..)
[Lil J] Lil Jon!!
[Usher] Yeah (yeah) yeah
(yeah) yeah (yeah) - yeah
Yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) yeah (yeah) - yeah
[Verse - Usher] (w/ Lil Jon in
background)
Up in the club wit my homies, trying to get a lil V-I
Keep it down on the low key (low key)
You
should know how it feels (hey!! hey!!)
I seen shorty she was checking up on me
From the game she was spitting in my
ear
You would think that she knew me (knew me)
I decided to cheat (okay!!) Conversation got heavy! (hey!)
She
had me feeling like she's ready to blow! (watch out!!)
Oh! (watch out!!) She's saying "come get me!" (come get
me)
So I got up and followed her to the floor
She said "baby let's go"
When I told her (let's go!!) I
said
[Chorus - Usher & (Lil Jon)]
(Yeah!!) Yeah - yeah
Shorty got down on me, said come and get
me
(Yeah!!) Yeah - yeah
I got so caught up, I forgot she told me
(Yeah!!) Yeah - yeah
Covering my girl,
she be the best up on me
(Yeah!!) Yeah - yeah
Next thing I knew, she was all up one me screaming
[Bridge
- Usher & (Lil Jon)]
(Yeah!!) yeah yeah (yeah!) yeah yeah - yeah!
(Yeah!!) yeah yeah (yeah!) yeah yeah -
yeah!
[Verse - Usher] (w/ Lil Jon in background)
She's all up in my head now
Got me thinking that it
might
Be a good idea to take her with me
Cause she's ready to leave (ready to leeeeaaavvee) (let's go!!)
And
I got to keep it real now
Cause on a 1 to 10, she's a certified 20
But that's just ain't me (hey!!)
Cause I
don't - know, if I take that chance
She swears he's gonna leave
But what I do - know, is the way she
dance
Make shorty alright wit me
The way's she's Getting Low!!
I'm like yeah, just work that out for
me
She asks for one more dance, and I'm like yeah
How the hell am I supposed to leave? (let's go!!)
And I
say.
[Chorus]
[Bridge - Usher & (Lil Jon)]
(Yeah!!) yeah yeah (yeah!) yeah yeah -
yeah!
(Yeah!!) yeah yeah (yeah!) (Hey hey heyyyy!!!! Luda!!!)
Yeah yeah - yeah!
[Verse -
Ludacris]
Watch out, my outfit's re-di-culous
In the club looking so conspicuous
And RAWR!! These women all
on the prowl
If you hold the head steady, I'm a milk the cow
And forget about game, I'm a spit the truth!
I
won't stop till I get em in their birthday suits!!
So gimme the rhythm and it'll be off wit their clothes
Then
"bend over to the front! and touch your toes!!"
I - left the Jag I took the Rolls
If they ain't cutting then I put
em on foot patrollll (oww!!)
How ya like me now?
When my pinky's baguette over three hundred
thou-sand!
Let's drink, you the one to please
Ludacris fill cups like double D's
Me and Ush' once more, and
we leaves em dead
We want a lady in the street, but a freak in the bed that say.
[Chorus]
[Bridge
- Usher & (Lil Jon)]
(Yeah!!) yeah yeah (yeah!) yeah yeah - yeah!
(Yeah!!) yeah yeah (yeah!) yeah yeah -
yeah!
[Outro/Bridge - Ludacris]
Take that and rewind it back
Lil Jon got the beat that make your booty
go (smack)
Take that, rewind it back
Usher got the voice make your booty go (smack)
Take that, rewind it
back
Ludacris got the flow to make your booty go (smack)
Take that, rewind it back
Lil Jon got the beat that
make your booty go (smack)
[Intro]
I don't understand why
See it's burning me to hold onto this
I
know this is something I gotta do
But that don't mean I want to
What I'm trying to say is that I-love-you I
just
I feel like this is coming to an end
And its better for me to let it go now than hold on and hurt you
I
gotta let it burn
[Verse 1]
It's gonna burn for me to say this
But it's comin from my heart
It's
been a long time coming
But we been fell apart
Really wanna work this out
But I don't think you're gonna
change
I do but you don't
Think it's best we go our separate ways
Tell me why I should stay in this
relationship
When I'm hurting baby
I ain't happy baby
Plus theres so many other things I gotta deal
with
I think that you should let it burn
[Chorus]
When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't
want to
But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to
Even though this might bruise
you
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn
Deep down you know it's best for yourself but
you
Hate the thought of her being with someone else
But you know that it's over
We know that it's
through
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn
[Verse 2]
Sendin' pages I ain't supposed
to
Got somebody here but I want you
Cause the feelin ain't the same find myself
Callin' her your
name
Ladies tell me do you understand?
Now all my fellas do you feel my pain?
It's the way I feel
I know
I made a mistake
Now it's too late
I know she ain't comin back
What I gotta do now
To get my shorty
back
Ooo ooo ooo ooooh
Man I don't know what I'm gonna do
Without my booo
You've been gone for too
long
It's been fifty-leven days, um-teen hours
Imma be burnin' till you return (let it
burn)
[Chorus]
When your feeling ain't the same and your body don't want to
But you know gotta let it
go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to
Even though this might bruise you
Let it burn
Let it
burn
Gotta let it burn
Deep down you know it's best for yourself but you
Hate the thought of her being
with someone else
But you know that it's over
We know that it's through
Let it burn
Let it
burn
Gotta let it burn
[Bridge]
I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that I need to move
on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry (ooooh)
I'm twisted cuz one side of me is tellin' me that I need
to move on
On the other side I wanna break down and cry (yeah)
[Breakdown]
Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh
oooh
Ooh ooh oooh (can ya feel me burnin'?)
Ooh ooh ooh oooh ooh oooh
So many days, so many
hours
I'm still burnin' till you return
[Chorus]
When your feeling ain't the same and your body
don't want to
But you know gotta let it go cuz the party ain't jumpin' like it used to
Even though this might
ruin you
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn
Deep down you know it's best for yourself but
you
Hate the thought of her being with someone else
But you know that it's over
We know that it's
through
Let it burn
Let it burn
Gotta let it burn
ITSUMODice & K9(Dice) Juz' call me first born,
you're my first love, You're my 1st kiss from up above. And I don't care if you don't give love back Coz' n my heart is
where your ass is at. I love your eyes , your nose & your tender lips, Wanna kiss your neck, your shoulders to your finger
tips. I go crazy when you shake those sexy hips. Baby girl you're the 1 I can't resist. You know I love you from the very
start, I don't care if you break my heart. I'm the man & I'm here for you, believe me coz' my love is true. CHORUS
(Sashi) Itsumo kokoro we hoshi itstuka Dare katu mata koi nei utchitimu Itsumo kokoro nei eiro itsumo Anata dake no basho ga
aru kara (K9) You wanna get down with k-n-i-n-e, make sure that's pure l-o-v-e Never talk about the i-c-e coz' I only got
my h-e-a-r-t for y-o-u I can't pay the bills for dinner, I juz' give them my IOU For sure, I'm not after f-u-c-k, got no
b-a-d intentions don't wanna play girl, Maybe we might spot a UFO, wait, that's not part of the rhyme juz' felt like
sayin' so You gotta know that I love from the start till f-o-r-e-v-e-r. Repeat chorus (Dice) Baby girl be my first lady, be
the mom of my first baby You didn't like me when you first show me, I'll be gentle I'll do it slowly. (K9) Girl, I think
it's better if you was with me, I got doe coz' I juz' won the spelling bee For you, I got all the t-i-m-e Ask mommies to
pass but I'm not so sure Juz' doin' my on thing, shits more expensive than your fancy gold rings, I don't mean dissin'
coz' I gots to go there, mommies don't care, All for them ladies, even chicks with nose rings. Repeat chorus twice
My
Band
D-12
[Intro]
I don't know dude...
I think everyone's all jealous and shit cuz I'm like
the lead singer of a band dude...
And I think everyone's got a fuckin problem with me dude...
And they need to
take it up with me after the show...
Because...
[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my
band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow I know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
[Verse 1 - Eminem]
So I get off stage right and drop
the mic
Walk up to the hot chicks and I'm all like
"Sup ladies, my name's Slim Shady"
I'm the lead
singer in D12 baby
They're all like "Oh my god it's him"
"Becky oh my fuckin' god it's Eminem"
"I swear
to fuckin god dude you fuckin rock"
"Please Marshall please let me suck your cock"
And by now the rest of the
fellas get jealous
Especially when I drop the beat and do my acapellas
All the chicks start yellin', all the hot
babes
Throw their bras and their shirt and their panties on stage
So like every single night they pick a fight
with me
But when we fight it's kinda like sibling rivalry
Cuz they're back on stage the next night with me
Dude I just think you're tryna steal the light from me
Yesterday Kuniva tried to pull a knife on me
Cause
I told him Jessica Alba's my wife to be
This rock star shit, it's the life for me
And all the other guys just
despise me because
[Chorus]
These chicks don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on
me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow I know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer
of my band...
My band [repeated 9xs]
[Verse 2 - Swift]
You just wanna see a nigga backwards don't
you
Hey dad how come we don't rap on proto
Smash these vocals and do a performance
But we in the van and
he in a tour bus
You don't want my autograph, yous a liar
And no I'm Swift (oh I thought you was Kuniva)
What the hell is wrong with that dressing room
Cuz my shit is lookin smaller than a decimal
See I know how
to rap, see it's simple but
All I did was read a Russell Simmons book
So I'm more intect, tryna get on the map
Doin' jumpin jacks whilin' get whipped on my back
[Verse 3 - Kuniva and Kon Artist]
Look at Em
little punk ass thinkin' he the shit
Yeah I know man find himself takin on a flick
Hey I thought we had an
interview with DJ Clue
([Em:] No I had an interview not you two)
You gonna be late for soundcheck
Man I
ain't goin' to soundcheck
But our mics are screwed up and his always sound best
You know what man I'ma say
somethin
Hey yo Em
([Em:] You got somethin to say?!)
Man no
I thought you bout to tell him off,
what's up
Man I'ma tell him when I feel like it, man shut up
And you ain't even back me up when we s'posed to
be crew
When I was bout to talk right after you
I swear, I swear man
[Chorus]
These chicks
don't even know the name of my band...
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...
Cuz once I blow I
know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
[Verse 4 - Proof]
They
say the lead singers rock, but the group does not
Once we sold out arenas to the amusement park
I'm gonna let
the world know that proof is hot
I should cut his mic off when the musics starts
Ready to snap on a dumbass fan
Every time i hear (Hey dude I love your band)
We ain't a band bitch we don't play instruments
So why he
get 90 and we only get 10 percent
And these guys they can find every area code
([Em:] Proof carry my bag)
Bitch carry your own
Can't make it to the stage, security in my way
(Who the fuck are you? Where's Obie
and Dre?!)
[Verse 5 - Bizarre]
***dammit I'm sick of this group
Time for me to go solo and make some
loot
I told you I made the beats and wrote all the raps
Till Kon Artist slipped me some crack
Lose Yourself
video I was in the back
Superman video I was in the back
Fuck the media, I got some suggestions
Fuck
Marshall, ask us the questions
Like who's D12, how we get started
(What about Eminem?)
Bitch are you
retarded?
Anyway I'm the popularest guy in the group
Big ass stomache, bitches think I'm cute
50 told me
to do situps to get buff
I did two and a half and then I couldn't get up
Fuck D12, I'm outta this band
I'm gonna start a group with the real Roxanne
[Eminem]
Girl why cant you see your the only one for
me
and it just tears my ass apart to know that you don't know my name...
[Chorus - Bizarre]
These chicks
don't even know the name of my band...(ha ha)
But they're all on me like they wanna hold hands...(Fuck Marshall)
Cuz once I blow I know that i'll be the man...
All because I'm the lead singer of my band...
My Band
[Repeated 9x]
[Outro]
The hottest boy band in the world...
D12!
[Eminem as a salsa singer]
I'm the lead singer of my band, I get all the girl's to take off their underpants
And the lead singer of my
band, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girl's wanna dance
My salsa, look out for my next single, it's called My
Salsa...
My salsa, salsa, salsa, salsa, my salsa
Makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their
underpants
My salsa makes all the pretty girls wanna dance
And take off their underpants, my salsa
(Where'd everybody go?)
Hey Mama!Black Eyed PeasHey Mama Black Eyed Peas (la la la la la) Hey mama, this
that sh*t that make you move, mama Get on the floor and move your booty moma We the blast masters blastin' up the jamma
(REEEEEEEWIIIIIIND) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I
know you wanna party the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake
that thing like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party the way your body look realli make me feel
nauuughty I got a naughty naughty style and a naughty naughty crew But everything I do, I do just for you Im a little bit of
Or, and a bigger bit of Nu The true n*ggers know that the peas come thru We never cease(NOO), we never die no we never
disease(NOO) We multiply like we mathamatice Then we drop bombs like we in the middle east (The bomb bombas, the base move
dramas) Naw y'all knaw, who we are y'all knaw, we the stars Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards And, lookin' hot without
bodygaurds (I do) what I can (Y'all come thru)will.i.am And still I stand, with still mic in hand (So come on mama, dance to
the druma) Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the
blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you
groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (la la la la la)
We the big town stumpas, and and big sound pumpas The beat bump bumpas in your trunk trunkas The girlies in the club with the
big plump plumpas And when I'm makin' love, my hip hump humps It never quits(NOOOO) we need to carry 9mm clips(NOOOO) Dont
wanna squize trigger, just wanna squize t*ts (lubaluba)cause we the show stoppas And the chief rockas, number one chief
rockas Naw y'all knaw, who we are y'all knaw, we the stars Steady rockin' on y'alls boulevards How we rockin' it girl,
without body guards Now she be, Fergie, from the crew B.E.P., come and take heed, as we take the lead (so come on bubba,
dance to the druma) Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama (yaw)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(wuh)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (NAWWWW, NAWWW) Cutie cutie, make sure you move your booty Shake that thing
like we in the city of sin, and Hey shorty, I know you wanna party the way your body look realli make me feel nauuughty But
the race is not, for the swiss But who really can, take control of it And tippa irie and the black eyed peas will be
thhhheeerre til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti, til infiniti Tippa is ouuuuuut Nosa dima shock, nosa dima ting
everytime you sit there i hear, bling bling O wata ting, hear blacka sing grinding, and winding and the madda be moving in a
perfect timing and we dance and dance to the dancehall riddim and we're really to nice, it finga lickin' like rice and peas
and chicken stuffing Hey mama, this that sh*t that make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama
(yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (hey)so shake your bambama, come on now mama Hey mama, this that sh*t that
make you groove, mama (hey)get on the floor and move your booty mama (yaw)we the blast mastas blastin' up the jamma (la la
la la la [fade])
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