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P.I.M.P(50 Cent)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac,
no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P-I-M-P
[Repeat]
[Verse 1]
Now shorty, she in the club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that
Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause
they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick niggas
in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style,
she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that
nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less
how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple,
you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P-I-M-P
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me,
I'm a P-I-M-P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P-I-M-P
Come get money
with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P-I-M-P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From
the backseat of my V, I'm a P-I-M-P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the
good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone,
I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em,
they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and
some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping
for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches
come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with
me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she
always come up with my bread
The last nigga she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put
a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date,
suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
Yo se que a mi primo le gusta 50 cent so
I think he will pick him...My cuz is so weird but he is my favorite cousin y siempre va a hacer
mi primo favorito.
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Yeah!(Usher)
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 roles, 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
Well usher,usher is HOT!I One of my cuzinz from nicaragua looks like him and a lot
his name is Lumber he really looks like him....I picked that song
YEAH!!because that'z my favorite song..
Lo Que Paso, Paso Lyrics
Ah ah dale mambo (entre tu y yo)
Dale mambo (daddy)
Son cosas q pasan en el barrio
fino.
Esa noche contigo la pase bien
Pero yo me entere q te debes a alguien
Y tu fallaste pero ya es tarde
Y
tu fallaste pero ya es tarde
Lo q paso, paso entre tu y yo [x4]
Es una asesina ella conlleva la medicina
Enganadora
q te envuelve y te domina
Una abusadora ella como sabe te devora
Y si no tienes experiencia te enamora
Una especialista
para q te ponga ella a la vista
Q si es maliciosa yo q la trate como una diosa
Me engano y ahora me llama como loca
Presea
dale presea si ya no estamos juntos otra mujer me janguea
Presea dale presea q pocos son los indios y hay mucha india en
la aldea sabes
Presea dale presea no dejes pa manana no dejes q te lo lleva
Presea dale presea ahora estas celosa porque
otra me desea jaa
Esa noche contigo la pase bien
Pero yo me entere q te debes a alguien
Y tu fallaste pero ya
es tarde
Y tu fallaste pero ya es tarde
Lo q paso, paso entre tu y yo [x4]
Presea dale presea si ya no estamos
juntos otra mujer me janguea
Presea dale presea q pocos son los indios y hay mucha india en la aldea sabes
Presea dale
presea no dejes pa manana no dejes q te lo lleva
Presea dale presea ahora estas celosa porque otra me desea jaa
(dile)
yo soy soltero ma y tu preseas
Yo saco otra a bailar y tu preseas
Tu comes en too laos y me preseas
Si tienes dueno
ma por que preseas
(vamos a dejar esto claro ya ok)
Lo q paso, paso entre tu y yo [x4]
Ah ah dale mambo
[x2]
Luny tunes
Son cosas q pasan en el barrio fino
Okay pues a uno de mis primos le gusta
esta persona tan fine como
DADDY YANKEE"Lo que paso paso"
que song tan buena verdad????????
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Now he's a balla' hell yeah he's my balla baby....el
uuu yes he is the youngest hottest rapper in the U.S.of A.
Balla Baby(Chingy)
You know the definition... of a Balla
That's me... C-H-I-N-G to the Y
Lemme explain
it to you though
[Chorus:]
I'mma Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla
(that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake
playa (Fake playa)
Scarred I'll take ya lady
Ain't nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)
[Verse 1:]
Girl
I know you do the nasty (nasty)
I can tell when ya (when ya) walk past me (past me)
And ya Prada lookin flashy
Errthang
on ya mind jus ask me
I know my err{ear} related to the wasky wabbit
Carrots{karets} all in it jazzy, it's a habit (uh)
Wurrs
my cash? Outside - I gotta Benz & Jag
Both sittin on chrome Mags
Is ya down for gettin dirty wit a Git It Boy?
All
I need is one night, just to hit it boy
After the club we can take it to a five star telly
Get a suite and lemme put
some in ya belly
What's ya name? Sheena? Aw thought you was Shelly
Don't matta - 4 o'clock juss be ready
For a episode
you prolly won't come - back from
Ya mama must be thick...that's where ya get ya back from?
[Chorus:]
I'mma
Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You
a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't
nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)
[Verse 2:]
G.I.B. we keep it crackin ask M & Rich (wats
up)
The girls on us, so derrty who you rollin wit? (G.I.B.)
From Magic City to The Pink Slip in The Lou
Them chicks
love the diamonds that I get from Rob Jewels
We be in the spot, main hang up, flirtin'
We be surrounded by girls...man
and I ain't perpin'
All I know is money, cash, hoes like Jay (like Jay)
And I got all 3. No I don't play! (don't play)
Chicks
call me "Drama King" like Kay Slay (Kay Slay)
Cuz in the bed I bring it - Yeah! Night & day. (day)
Lettin' rounds
off in em like a A.K.
You leavin wit me... tell me is it free or do I have to pay?
Whatchu say?
[Chorus:]
I'mma
Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You
a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't
nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)
[Verse 3:]
I like em black, white, puerto rican or haitian
Japanese,
chinese, or even asian
It don't matta what color on this occasian
Like smoke, take a hit of what I'm blazin
Instead
of GOD it's me these girls praisin'.
Meet me at about 6 at the Days Inn.
5 of dem, 1 of me, I'm feelin' caged in.
I'mma
pimp... I'mma keep on playin'.
You know I luv em for that 1 night (1 night)
I can take on 10 with my 1 pipe (1 pipe)
Knock
em all like a bowlin pin on sight (on sight)
Think I'm shawt changin girl look hurr,
You betta getcha mind right cuz...
[Chorus:]
I'mma
Balla (Balla) SAY WHAT
High Rolla Baby (Baby BABY)
Shot-caller balla (that's right)
Drivin chickens crazy
You
a hata (You a hata)
Why you tryna play me (I don't think he know)
Fake playa (Fake playa)
Scared I'll take ya lady
Ain't
nobody gettin it like me (I'mma balla fa real)
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