Usher-Yeah Lyrics

Posted: July 12, 2010 in Hip-Hop
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Peace up! A Town Down!

[Lil’ Jon:]
Yeah, (Yeah!) OK!

(Usher! Usher! Usher! Usher!)

[Lil’ Jon:]
Lil’ Jon!

[Usher:]
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Yeaah!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Yeaah!

[Usher (Verse 1):]
Up in the club with my homies, tryna get a lil’ V-I, but keep it down on the low key, ’cause you know how it is.
I saw shorty she was checkin’ up on me, from the game she was spittin’ in my ear you would think that she knew me.
So we decided to chill

Conversation got heavy, she had me feelin’ 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”,
That’s when I told her I said

[Usher (Chorus):]
Yeah (yeah) Shorty got down low and said come and get me
Yeah (yeah) I got so caught up I forgot she told me
Yeah (yeah) Her and my girl used to be the best of homies
Yeah (yeah) Next thing I knew she was all up on me screaming:

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Yeaah!
Yeah, Yeah, Yeah! Yeah, Yeah! Yeaah!

[Usher (Verse 2):]
So she’s all up in my head now, got me thinking that it might good idea to take her with me,
‘Cause she’s ready to leave (ready to leave)
But I gotta keep it real now, ’cause on a one to ten she’s a certified twenty, but that just ain’t me. Hey.

Because I don’t know if I take that chance just where it’s gonna lead,
But what I do know is the way she dance makes shorty alright with me.
The way she (get low!)
I’m like yeah, just work that out for me.
She asked for one more dance and I’m
Like yeah, how the hell am I supposed to leave?
And I said

[Chorus]

[Lil’ Jon:]
Hey, Luda!

[Ludacris (Verse 3):]
Watch out!
My outfit’s ridiculous, in the club lookin’ so conspicuous.
And Rowl! These women all on the prowl, if you hold the head steady I’m a milk the cow.
Forget about the game, I’m a spit the truth, I won’t stop till I get ’em in they birthday suits.
So gimmie the rhythm and it’ll be off with their clothes, then bend over to the front and touch your toes.
I left the Jag and I took the Rolls, if they aint cutting then I put em on foot patrol.
How you like me now, when my pinky’s valued over three hundred thousand,
Lets drank you the one to please, Ludacris fill cups like double D’s.
Me and Ursh once more and we leave ’em dead, we want a lady in the street but a freak in the bed to say

[Chorus]

[Ludacris (Bridge):]
Take that and rewind it back, Lil’ Jon got the beat to make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back, Ursher got the voice to make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back, Ludacris got the flow to make ya booty go (clap)
Take that and rewind it back, Lil’ Jon got the beat to make ya booty go (clap)

All credit goes to Usher.

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An old man by a seashore
At the end of day
Gazes the horizon
With seawinds in his face
Tempest-tossed island
Seasons all the same
Anchorage unpainted
And a ship without a name

Sea without a shore for the banished one unheard
He lightens the beacon, light at the end of world
Showing the way lighting hope in their hearts
The ones on their travels homeward from afar

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

The albatross is flying
Making him daydream
The time before he became
One of the world`s unseen
Princess in the tower
Children in the fields
Life gave him it all:
An island of the universe

Now his love`s a memory
A ghost in the fog
He sets the sails one last time
Saying farewell to the world
Anchor to the water
Seabed far below
Grass still in his feet
And a smile beneath his brow

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind long ago

So long ago….

This is for long-forgotten
Light at the end of the world
Horizon crying
The tears he left behind so long ago

All credit goes to Nightiwsh

[Diddy:]
Can you feel me
Do that shit do that shit do it
Do that shit do that shit do it
Do that shit do that shit do it
Do that shit do that shit do it
ooh yeah
On the dance floor
Yeah yeah yeah
Lets play a game
On the dance floor
(Oh yeah)
Yeah yeah yeah

Let’s play a game
Let’s pretend for a second
You don’t know who I am or what I do
Let’s just put it to the side
I can feel your heart beating
I can hear you breathing
Look into your eyes
Trying to see into your mind
See into your soul
See, no limits to the levels
Me and you can go
When it’s me, I take control
But it’s something about you
That makes me wanna change
I like the way you dancing
And the way you play the game
I like the way you take away the pain
The way you tell me that you want it
Not saying a thing
The way you got me going
Got me going outta brains
I see us going at it
Going in and out of them lanes
I don’t want your innocence
I don’t want you to stutter
I don’t want a commitment
I don’t want you to suffer
I don’t want your number
Baby, I want you to wonder
I want you to come up
Looking like something you wanna
[Christina Aguilera:]
Tell me, what you thinking about
When you got me waitng patiently
And usually, I don’t have to wait for nobody
But there’s something about you
That really got me feeling weak
And I’m trying to find the words to speak

Boy, I got my eyes on you
Tell me what you wanna do
I can picture you in my room
Until the morning
I don’t even know your name
Boy, I need to know your name
I’m hoping that you feel the same
Tell me if you want it
I know you’re gonna like it (I know)
So tell me how you want it (Tell me)
And you don’t have to fight it (You don’t)
Cause baby you’re invited (Baby)
I know you’re gonna like it (I know)
So tell me how you want it (Tell me)
And you don’t have to fight it (You don’t)
Cause baby you’re invited (Baby)

[Diddy:]
You’re dreams fullfilled
You’re rockin with the best
unforgivable, i’ma put yo limits to the test
You’re pulsating, your heart is beating outta your chest
You’re hyperventilating, trying to catch your breath
(Don’t stop)
I’m the first, I’m the next, I’m the end
I’m the boss, in your thoughts, that’ll make your mind bend
Look how I approach you, look how I expose you
Look how Ive studied every move, now I know you
I don’t wanna control you, I wanna console you
And do everything that I told you
Get high with me, come touch the sky with me
Fly with me, see life with new eyes with me
(Don’t stop)
I’m the dream, I’m the one, I’m the reason you come
I’m a king, I’m a hung, I’m a beast
I’m the last thing your eyes see
The passion’s inside me, it’s yours
Now come try me, c’mon

[Christina Aguilera:]
Tell me, what you thinking about
When your hands is all on me
Cause I’ve been thinking about
All the possibilities
Ain’t no other place that I really wanna be
Cause you’re sweepin’ me off my feet

Boy, I got my eyes on you
Tell me what you wanna do
I can picture you in my room
Until the morning
I don’t even know your name
Boy, I need to know your name
I’m hoping that you feel the same
Tell me if you want it
[Hook:]
I know you’re gonna like it (I know)
So tell me how you want it (Tell me)
And you don’t have to fight it (You don’t)
Cause baby you’re invited (Baby)
I know you’re gonna like it (I know)
So tell me how you want it (Tell me)
And you don’t have to fight it (Baby you’re invited)
Cause baby you’re invited (Baby)

All credit goes to P.Daddy & Christina Aguilera.

[Chorus](Slug)
You don’t know me but you’d like to
Why’d you think I stood beside you?
Not concerned with how this might fall
Nature become prowl at nightfall

(Grouch)
When the sun begins to dim
And eventually the day dies
And the mood prepares to sway
That’s where another way lies
Glow of the liquor store lights
Set the scene for no rights
Let’s convene, discuss the scheme
And hope it flows how we dream
Tonight can make or break you if you let it
Someone set it out for you to let it out
Now don’t regret it
Get embedded to the back drop
Positioned there with your cash crop
Envision night as the last stop
Don’t miss the train
It’s time to gain, strain, aim, fire
Blame, reign, fuck and then retire
I’m liar past eleven, after one I’m on the run
Till the sun comes up tomorrow
I’m working, you’re having fun
Not too devious, but that’s me
Spontaneous if you ask me
But then again, I’m blending in.

(Sunspot)
Step to the beat, walk to the beat
Talk to the beat, live to the beat
Rock to the beat, fuck to the beat
Dance to the beat, pay to the beat
Fight to the beat, you get l-l-lost to the beat
Police walk the beat, kill to the beat
Steel to the heat, terrorize kill no retreat
Prowl to the beat, how did a V-O weak scandal oh spray vandal
Walk the streets I hear footsteps on the streets
Someone’s following me on the streets
Like racism on the streets
Can’t even have a new car on the streets
Police prowl on the streets
They got you sittin’ on the streets
Runnin’ ya L’s, what in the hell?
Runnin’ on tell, they see a black man they get scared as hell
Like did somebody escape from jail
You feel em’ prowlin’ when you walkin’
Some rooms when you walk in like boom
I wanna just break shit, I wanna re-create shit
I wanna take shit you say and use it against you
Act a damn fool like crackheads do
Like your mama do

[Chorus](Slug)
You don’t know me but you’d like to
Why’d you think I stood beside you?
Not concerned with how this might fall
Nature become prowl at nightfall

(Slug)
Dusk, thus the beginning is on until dawn
Trust regardless of the daily
Really nothings wrong
I’m still breathin’ and here’s another evening
From the fortress
I leave for my course of tonight’s achievements
There’s no grievance in my pocket
Just a couple of dollars, a pen and hopefully my wallet
Because my man over here has got the hook up at the front door
Long as my ID’s right what more could they want for?
Yeah we in there
Like fluoride, off the wall on the left side
A room full of pride, I’m consumed by the tune applied
This fuckin’ DJ is tight man
I can already feel the minutes being added to my life span
MC Lyte paper thin drink tickets from the staff
Now it’s time to make a friend and see if I can make her laugh
Hey princess, I got a lot of dialog
So I’m gonna line it up for you to get high and try to follow
Light up another false sense of security
Play a game of twenty questions
You can test my purity
And as the world comes down on me
And as I go down on her… night prowler

(PSC)
I’m out when the freaks come out
Way after dusk
After the time when the opening acts get they time to bust
The nightshift I prowl and observe like the owl
Surroundings minus the scowl
Wise and well endowed
In the mental! Well renowned
Ghetto pass every town
PSC! Nice 2 meet you, oh you know about this wow!
Your ex-boyfriend showed you all about this how?
Can I thank him for training such a beauty
It fits my style
Compliments exchanged
Plus 5 dollars change
Signed my name on the poster
And I kept it in the holster like I’m supposed ta
Now, what would you do in the clutch
If you get a pussy hug after dusk?

[Chorus](Slug)
You don’t know me but you’d like to
Why’d you think I stood beside you?
Not concerned with how this might fall
Nature become prowl at nightfall

All credit goes to Living Legends.

Still Snoop Dogg and D-R-E (Guess who’s back)
Still, still doing that shit, right?

[Dr. Dre]
Oh for sure, check me out
It’s still Dre Day, A.K.
Before I chrome the lot, can’t keep it home a lot
’cause when I frequent the spots that I’m known to rock
You hear the bass from the trunk when I’m on the block
Ladies, they pay homage, but haters say Dre fell off
How? My last album was “The Chronic”
They want to know if he still got it
They say rap’s changed, they want to know how I feel about it

[Snoop – singing]
If you ain’t up on pace

[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre is the name, I’m ahead of my game
Still, puffing my leafs, still with the beats
Still not loving police (Uh huh)
Still rock my khakis with a cuff and a crease
Still got love for the streets, repping 213
Still the beat bangs, still doing my thang
Since I left, ain’t too much changed, still

[Chorus:]
[Snoop Dogg]
I’m representing for them gangsters all across the world
Still hitting them corners in them low low’s girl
[Dr. Dre]
Still taking my time to perfect the beat
And I still got love for the streets, it’s the D-R-E [Repeat 2x]

Since the last time you heard from me I lost some friends
Well, hell, me and Snoop, we dipping again
Kept my ear to the streets, signed Eminem
He’s triple platinum, doing 50 a week
Still, I stay close to the heat
And even when I was close to defeat, I rose to my feet
My life is like a soundtrack I wrote to the beat
Treat my rap like Cali weed, I smoke till I sleep
Wake up in the A.M., compose a beat
I bring the fire till you’re soaking in your seat
It’s not a fluke, it’s been tried, I’m the troop
It’s “Turn Out the Lights” from the World Class Wreckin’ Cru
I’m still at it, After-mathematic
In the home of drivebys and ak-matics
Swap meets, sticky green, and bad traffic
I dip through then I get skin, D-R-E

[Chorus]

It ain’t nothing but more hot shit
Another classic CD for y’all to vibe with
Whether you’re cooling on a corner with your fly bitch
Laid back in the shack, play this track
I’m representing for the gangsters all across the world
(Still hitting them corners in them low low’s girl)
I’ll break your neck, damn near put your face in your lap
Try to be the king but the ace is back

[Snoop – singing]
So if you ain’t up on thangs

[Dr. Dre]
Dr. Dre be the name still running the game
Still got it wrapped like a mummy
Still ain’t tripping, love to see young blacks get money
Spend time out the hood, take they moms out the hood
Hit my boys off with jobs, no more living hard
Barbeques every day, driving fancy cars
Still gonna’ get mine regardless

[Chorus x1.5]

[Snoop]
Like that, right back up in ya
’95 plus four pennies
Add that shit up, D-R-E right back on top of thangs
Smoke some with your dog
No stress, no seeds, no stems, no sticks!
Some of that real sticky icky
A little weed, put it in the air
For you’s a fool D.R.

All credit goes to Dr.Dre & Snoop Dogg.

Eminem-The Real Slim Shady Lyrics

Posted: July 12, 2010 in Hip-Hop
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May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat, will the real Slim Shady please stand up?
We’re gonna have a problem here..

Y’all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
and started whoopin her ass worse than before
they first were divorce, throwin her over furniture (Ahh!)
It’s the return of the… “Ah, wait, no way, you’re kidding,
he didn’t just say what I think he did, did he?”
And Dr. Dre said… nothing you idiots!
Dr. Dre’s dead, he’s locked in my basement! (Ha-ha!)
Feminist women love Eminem
“Slim Shady, I’m sick of him
Look at him, walkin around grabbin his you-know-what
Flippin the you-know-who,” “Yeah, but he’s so cute though!”
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what’s goin on in your parents’ bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on TV and just let loose, but can’t
but it’s cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
“My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips”
And if I’m lucky, you might just give it a little kiss
And that’s the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman’s clitoris is
Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the Discovery Channel don’t they?
“We ain’t nothing but mammals..” Well, some of us cannibals
who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
then there’s no reason that a man and another man can’t elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

‘Cause I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don’t gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records;
well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too!
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can’t even stomach me, let alone stand me
“But Slim, what if you win, wouldn’t it be weird?”
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
so I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
and hear ’em argue over who she gave head to first
You little bitch, put me on blast on MTV
“Yeah, he’s cute, but I think he’s married to Kim, hee-hee!”
I should download her audio on MP3
and show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD
I’m sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
so I have been sent here to destroy you
And there’s a million of us just like me
who cuss like me; who just don’t give a fuck like me
who dress like me; walk, talk and act like me
and just might be the next best thing but not quite me!
Cause I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up?

I’m like a head trip to listen to, cause I’m only givin you
things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
in front of y’all and I don’t gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
and whether you like to admit it  I just shit it
better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like valiums
It’s funny; cause at the rate I’m goin when I’m thirty
I’ll be the only person in the nursin home flirting
Pinchin nurses asses when I’m jackin off with Jergens
And I’m jerkin but this whole bag of Viagra isn’t working
And every single person is a Slim Shady lurkin
He could be workin at Burger King, spittin on your onion rings
Or in the parkin lot, circling
Screaming “I don’t give a fuck!”
with his windows down and his system up
So, will the real Shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
and one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

Cause I’m Slim Shady, yes I’m the real Shady
All you other Slim Shadys are just imitating
So won’t the real Slim Shady please stand up,
please stand up, please stand up? X 4

Ha ha
Guess there’s a Slim Shady in all of us
Fuck it, let’s all stand up

All credit goes to Eminem.

50 Cent-Candy Shop Lyrics

Posted: July 12, 2010 in Hip-Hop
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Yeah...
Uh huh
So seductive 

I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollipop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin 'til you hit the spot (whoa)

I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa) 

You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon' back that thing up or should i push up on it
temperature rising okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I'll break it down for you now, baby it's simple
if you'll be a nympho,ill be a nympho
On the beach or in the park, it's whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I'm the love doctor
Have your friends teasin you 'bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I'm a seasoned fit when it come to this shit
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I'm tryin to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha) 

Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah) 

Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain't never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain't never put it down like this
Soon as I come through the door she get to pullin on my zipper
It's like it's a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn't it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking 'bout that ass after I'm gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she winds
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain't stoppin, homie I ain't stoppin
Drippin wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we goin' sip til every bubble in the bottle is gone 

I take you to the candy shop
I'll let you lick the lollypop
Go 'head girl, don't you stop
Keep goin'til you hit the spot (whoa)

I'll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I'll have you spending all you got
Keep going 'til you hit the spot (whoa)
All credit goes to 50 Cent.