69 Boyz Lyrics
69 Boyz Lyrics
"Da Mote Lyrics"
Bastard Child Lyrics
(Chorus) You abandoned P Now he don't have no where to go No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope Verse 1 Giggety glock and I'm out there slanging cocaine I guess its hard growing up without your family man Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight I used to cry at night, hope that dad would act right Tripping off my mommy, daddy started drinking
(Chorus) You abandoned P Now he don't have no where to go No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope No where to go no where to go I guess I'll sell dope Verse 1 Giggety glock and I'm out there slanging cocaine I guess its hard growing up without your family man Mommy left him cause they always used to fuss and fight I used to cry at night, hope that dad would act right Tripping off my mommy, daddy started drinking
{ } = the fellas
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Intro:
[Outside a dance club. The "Tootsee Roll" beat is boomin' inside.]
MAN: What's up, baby? They done had that last call for alcohol and
everything, what's up, you gon' come back to the 'mote with me or what?
WOMAN: But what about yo' girlfriend? She s'posed to be my friend.
MAN: Come on, come on, baby, don't worry 'bout her, I mean we can leave
here, go get something to eat. You hungry?
WOMAN: Mmm ... yeah ... I'm hungry a lil' bit. I just ...
MAN: Hey, you can bring your friends if you want, I got my boys back at
the hotel ... so what you gon' do?
WOMAN: (sigh) You really gon' pay my phone bill?
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{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!}
Uh! Uh! Ahh baby, here we go now!
Verse 1: Thrill Pa Dlaya
Hey baby doll, what's up? 'Scuse the mood, I'm a lil' bit bored
And normally, I don't try to take
Lonely Street Lyrics
(Where's this place called Lonely Street) I'm looking for that Lonely Street I've got a sad sad tale to tell I need a place to go and weep where's this place called Lonely Street A place where there's just loneliness where dim lights bring forgetfulness Where broken dreams and mem'ries meet where's this place called Lonely Street (Perhaps upon this Lonely Street) there's someone such as I Who came to bury broken dreams watch an old love die If I could
girls home after the club(Where's this place called Lonely Street) I'm looking for that Lonely Street I've got a sad sad tale to tell I need a place to go and weep where's this place called Lonely Street A place where there's just loneliness where dim lights bring forgetfulness Where broken dreams and mem'ries meet where's this place called Lonely Street (Perhaps upon this Lonely Street) there's someone such as I Who came to bury broken dreams watch an old love die If I could
But you got that flavor ride, and I'm kinda hungry
Not only that, strictly by myself, sometimes I tend to get lonely
So let's find this camp, and get a lil' something to eat
Get back to the 'mote and kick off them shoes so I can rub them feet
And we both dogs, baby, so we ain't got to joke
If you're down, I'll get to the car and we can head to the 'mote!
Chorus (2x):
{Let's go to the motel, let's go to the 'mote
I won't tell if you don't tell!}
Jay-Ski:
{Let's go to the motel!} Girl, don't have no shame!
{I won't tell if you don't tell!} How you'll be gettin' that pocket
change!
{Let's go to the motel!} Girl, you know the deal!
{I won't tell if you don't tell!} How you'll be payin' that phone bill!
Verse 2: The Rottweiler
It's the last call for alcohol, baby, so let's leave the club
I wanna get in the tub and rub-a-dub, 'cause I'm in the mood for lo-ove ...
Hagamos El Amor Lyrics
Busco en tu piel la tormenta Y los rayos El huracan de tu cuerpo Desbocado Haz el amor conmigo No es nada malo Se mezclara lo duice Con lo salado Hagamos el amor Tu pasion vergonzosa Se te escapa De las manos Yo beso tus caderas calurosas Con mis labios Haz el amor conmigo No es nada malo Ni tu saldras herida Ni yo danado Si solo con mirarnos Nos deseamos Nos comemos con los
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You wanted barbecue or mildew, girl, so what you wanna do?Busco en tu piel la tormenta Y los rayos El huracan de tu cuerpo Desbocado Haz el amor conmigo No es nada malo Se mezclara lo duice Con lo salado Hagamos el amor Tu pasion vergonzosa Se te escapa De las manos Yo beso tus caderas calurosas Con mis labios Haz el amor conmigo No es nada malo Ni tu saldras herida Ni yo danado Si solo con mirarnos Nos deseamos Nos comemos con los
We can go to the Hilton, Motel 6 or get a room at the Peek-A-Boo, uh
So eat your Wheaties, sweetie, and yo, you can best believe
Bring your toothbrush, a fresh pair of panties, yo, and that's all you need
So let's keep it a G thang, (?), uhh, and please don't go tell
That you're makin' noise with the 69 Boyz, so let's go to the motel, uhh!
Chorus
Jay-Ski:
{Let's go to the motel!} And we can have some fun!
{I won't tell if you don't tell!} How you'll be gettin' them braids done!
{Let's go to the motel!} Girl, don't try to shine!
{I won't tell if you don't tell!} Where you workin' part time!
{Ho-tel, mo-tel, I won't tell if you don't tell!} (4x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)
Verse 3: Thrill Da Playa
Don't holler 'bout, I don't know ya, and you don't know me
'Cause if your booty big, then I'
Dart Tossin' Blues Lyrics
You trampled on my poor boy feet tonight Oh, you trampled on my poor boy feet tonight You got me out on the edge of the universe Tossin' out the darts Yeah, I'm wondering why you treated me like you do Oh, I'm wondering why you treated me like you do You got me crawling out of this hole here in my shoe Now I was fallin out of the arms of all her fusion Oh, now, I am fallin out of the arms of all fusion cause I saw the ? mama, saw you
ma learn to dig your personalityYou trampled on my poor boy feet tonight Oh, you trampled on my poor boy feet tonight You got me out on the edge of the universe Tossin' out the darts Yeah, I'm wondering why you treated me like you do Oh, I'm wondering why you treated me like you do You got me crawling out of this hole here in my shoe Now I was fallin out of the arms of all her fusion Oh, now, I am fallin out of the arms of all fusion cause I saw the ? mama, saw you
I'm real, though; I ain't fake, heyyy, I want them skins
And you can bring your big booty buddies too;
I got a motel full of friends:
Danny, Tony T, Lemonhead, A.B., Daddy Black and Jay
You got three more friends?
Well, I do too: the Rottweiler, Rico and DJ M.A.!
We got rooms at the 6, so let's handle our business
Find this camp and go to the 'mote so I can rub-a-dub that Guinness!
{I got a trick! A treat!} (8x)
{Ooooh, I got a winner! I think I got a winner!} (4x)
Chorus
Jay-Ski:
{Let's go to the motel!} Girl, you know the time!
{I won't tell if you don't tell!} It's better than waitin' in that welfare
line!
{Let's go to the motel!} Girl, it ain't gon' hurt!
{I won't tell if you don't tell!} How you got that dual invert!
Yeah baby! Here we go, come on, come on, here we go, baby!
(leads into "Ding Dong Song")