DORROUGH LYRICS - Get Big
[Intro:]
Haha, Dorrough I got somethin' on my mind, homie
Get big [x8]
Now, it's Dorrough music
You ain't (you ain't)
Gotta (gotta)
Nuff (nuff)
Money (money) [x2]
Ha, Dorrough let's go and do this thing man. You ready?
[Chorus]
Wh-wh-what you got a dollar in yo' pocket,
A 20 in yo' wallet,
See me I'm stackin' money matta fact I let you watch it
Get big [x4]
You ain't (you ain't)
Gotta (gotta)
Nuff (nuff)
Money (money) [x2]
Get big [x4]
[Verse 1:]
Say, hu-hu-hundreds, fifties, bitch I don't exaggerate,
This a game for ballers only ballers can participate,
All these niggas frontin' throwin' money like they paper long,
Er' bein' dummies throwin' money now they paper gone,
Idiot, wh-wh-what are you,
Coach we need a W,
And this nigga game suck,
I think it's time to substitute,
Them ain't really diamonds in your ear somebody hustled you,
Takin' all your revenue,
Boy you don't know what to do,
Ha say you betta double hustle yo' fees,
Oh broke ass rats,
Ain't, gotta nuff cheese,
And you out here lookin' phony tryna stunt like me,
Nigga please, oh broke ass nigga.
[Chorus]
What you got a dollar in yo' pocket,
A 20 in yo' wallet,
See me I'm stackin' money matta fact I let you watch it
Get big [x4]
You ain't (you ain't)
Gotta (gotta)
Nuff (nuff)
Money (money) [x2]
Get big [x4]
[Verse 2:]
See money I can't talk about,
Bitch I'm 'bout to run the South,
Walk away yo' city in my Dallas Texas fitted cap
I'll be gettin' money from these bitches what you talkin' 'bout,
Spendin' all yo money on these bitches what is that about,
Nothin', stu pu pupid ass,
I'll be makin' stupid cash,
Just pay real attention like them niggas in a stupid class,
Watch me youngsters, motherfuckin monster,
Pl-playin' with this paper like I'm playin' in a dumpster,
Yo' baby mama payin' all yo' bills, you'z a busta,
Even though she workin' 9 to 5 she still a hustla,
Yeah that means she's runnin' thangs,
While you out here lookin' lame,
Damn, what a shame, oh broke ass nigga.
[Chorus]
What you got a dollar in yo' pocket,
A 20 in yo' wallet,
See me I'm stackin' money matta fact I let you watch it
Get big [x4]
You ain't (you ain't)
Gotta (gotta)
Nuff (nuff)
Money (money) [x2]
Get big [x4]
[Verse 3:]
Lil mama know I'm in her city,
And I'm out here lookin' pretty,
Gettin' money 'till it's silly,
I'm just out her on my diddy,
What she say (ha-ha, she like),
Yeah he did that,
Ooh girl, yeah I like the way he did that,
Girl you know I'm greedy,
Touchy touchy feely feely,
First I stimulate the kitty,
Then I hit her with this willy,
What she say (yeah buddy, she like)
Yeah he did that,
Ooh girl, yeah I like the way he did that
Get big [x9]
Get me
Now, it's Dorrough, music (get big)
2PAC (f/ Fatal Hussein, Kurupt) LYRICS - Ride For Me
[2Pac]
Look..
I need more than just romantic feelings
When shit is frantic need a bitch that's just as scandalous when fucking this killer
To be a pealer and have a bachelor in cold feelings
Mind for numbers hate to wonder with this drug dealin'
Thug feelings make me a villain to them PH imbalanced civilians
Don't let them hurt feelings turn this lesson to a killing
Game spilling my prophecy fore filling
To be involved with a killing must be immune to squealing
Listen lady what does it take to get you out of crazy?
Pass you a loaded 38 and bust on fools who play me
This is how I plan a night
First we ride on them bustas then we dine eating dinner by candle light
Be alert and put in work with a thug passion
I'm a king and you the queen up in thugz mansion
Me.. Imma neva be a busta I ride for keeps
I know you shy but please reply
Would you ride for me.
[Chorus - 2Pac]
Tell me baby Would you ride 4 me?
Bust on them mothafuckas when they lie 2 me?
Now don't you ever tell a lie just confide in me
Would you die 4 me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?
Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?
Would you bank on them niggaz (Bustas) when they lie 2 me?
Don't ever tell a lie just confide in me
Would you die for me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?
[Hussein Fatal of Outlawz]
C'mon babe wont you ride for me
Do the time for me just cock back the 9 and see
How many niggas put a gun in hand
Tell you to take what you can while you running with your man
On my order you shoot
Straight counting the loot
You disguised in my boots dip and slide in the coupe..
Unorthodox tripping catch him on missions
Styles twisted daily weak emcees trail me show me how telling me
Smoke me instead of jailing me
You know it ain't no Fatal dog and "J" without felony at the telly they yelling me
Play me I give you one try
And I'll let you live long enough to let you see your son die
This evilness and wizardry Thug Life specifically it can be
Found as deadly as them bullets that keep missing me
So what I'm supposed to do
Just to open up your eyes and see.. you got it good
All you have to do is ride for me
[Chorus 2 - 2Pac]
So Tell me baby Would you ride 4 me?
Would you bomb on niggas when they lie 2 me?
Now don't you ever tell a lie just confide in me
Would you die 4 me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?
Tell me baby would you ride 4 me? Would you bomb on niggas when they lie 2 me?
Now don't ever tell a lie just confide in me
Would you die for me? Tell me baby would you ride 4 me?
[Kurupt of D.P.G.]
It was a nice sunny day I was dipping through the hood
Seen all my homies and it was all to the good
I'm Kurupt.. the half-inch villian cold chilling
From the floor to the ceiling and illegal living civillians
So much cash is in the bundles
Been there and done done it everything you've done seen and ever wanted
I'm Kurupt..
Piece me up a piece of the pie many try but many die in attempts to ride
Who's the man with ten thousand plans got the grants and my my squad
We world wide homicidal klan
So many strech their arms out to touch my loot but fuck em dog
Beware of the owner cuz the owner will shoot
Meet the dog in the worst way and a nigga like me's tight on my worst day
I been rockin mics since the first day my eyes opened wide
And finally re-a-lized tell me baby would you ride for me.
[Repeat Chorus 2]
JESSICA MAUBOY LYRICS - Been Waiting
We've been friends for so long
I cant deny
These feelings are so strong I keep hot inside
Wanna tell you but I cant find the words to say
So afraid if I do things will never be the same
I gotta work it out, times really running out
Dont know what to do but I know I gotta say it now
Dont wanna loose a friend but why should I pretend
That I dont love you when ive waited so long
So long been waiting
So long been waiting
So long been waiting
I can't hold it back cause I've been waiting so long
So long been waiting
So long been waiting
I've been waiting so long
I've been trying to tell ya, tell ya
YEAH
That we shouls be together everyday
Boy your giving me something something oh
And I'm crazy in love with all of you, you
Boy your giving me something
Something
Something
Something
Something
Something
Something
When you come to me and say some other girl has broke your heart once again
Will you ever learn
DAVID COOK LYRICS - The Last Goodbye
If you hear this on the radio
Then we've already said our last goodbye
I won't be there when you get home
By now there's someone else that hears you cry
I wonder if he holds you like I did
I hope that he can love you better
Cause we were everything that's right at the wrong time
I didn't want to lose you
Leave you with a broken heart
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
Oh, I didn't want to let you go
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
We were almost beautiful
A broken piece of art put on display
But we were never possible
Another perfect moment thrown away
I know somebody out there will love you
They'll be the forever we never were
Cause we were everything that's right at the wrong time
I didn't want to lose you
Leave you with a broken heart
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
Oh, I didn't want to let you go
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
If you hear this on the radio
Then we've already said our last goodbye, our last goodbye
I didn't want to lose you
Leave you with a broken heart
But wherever we are, we're miles apart
I know that we tried, but this is the last goodbye
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh (the last goodbye)
Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh
I know that we tried but this is the last goodbye
JANELLE MONAE (f/ Big Boi) LYRICS - Tightrope
Monae and Leftfoot
Whoaaa
Another day
I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya
Like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you dip it on the scene
Yeah they talkin' bout it
Cause they can't dip on the scene
Whatcha talk about it
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
When you get elevated,
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
Why they jumpin' round ya
They trying to take all your dreams
But you can't allow it
Cause baby whether you're high or low
Whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
(High or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(High or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it
See I'm not walkin' on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain't no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah
I'm talkin' bout you,
I'll keep on blaming the machine, yeah
I'm talkin' bout it,
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
I can't complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it,
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it
Then baby whether I'm high or low
(High or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(High or low)
You gotta tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Yeah, tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
(High or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(High or low)
Tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby let me see you tight rope
(Tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it
[Big Boi]
You gotta keep your balance
Or you fall into the gap
It's a challenge but I manage
Cause I'm cautious with the strap
No damage to your cameras damn I thought that
Can I passy
Why you don't want no friction
Like the back of a matchbook
That I pass as I will forward you
And your MacBook
Clothes shows will shut you down
Before we go-go backwards
Act up, and whether we high or low
We gonna get back-up
Like the dow jones and nasdaq
Sorta like a thong in an ass crack,
Come on
I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers
But I'm another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain't no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin' bout it
S-s-she's talkin' bout it
Some callin me a sinner
Some callin me a winner
I'm callin you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean,
Yeah I'm talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you
N-N-Now whether I'm high or low
(High or low)
Whether I'm high or low
(High or low)
I'm gonna tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
MMMMMM
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether I'm high or low
Goblogtainment
(High or low)
High or low
(High or low)
I got to tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Now baby tip on the tightrope
You can't get too high
(You can't get too high)
I said you can't get too low
(We can't get too low)
Cause you get too high
(You can't get too high)
No you'll surely be low
(No, you'll surely be low)
1, 2, 3, Ho!
Yeah, yeah
Now shut up, yeah
Yeah, Now put some voodoo on it
Ladies and Gentlemen the funky is on section in the tribalist
Yeah, OH
We call that classy brass
Ohhhhhhh
OH!
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
Do you mind?
If I play the ukulele
Just like a little lady
As I play the ukulele
If I play my ukulele
Just like a little lady Monae and Leftfoot
Whoaaa
Another day
I take your pain away
Some people talk about ya
Like they know all about ya
When you get down they doubt ya
And when you dip it on the scene
Yeah they talkin' bout it
Cause they can't dip on the scene
Whatcha talk about it
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
When you get elevated,
They love it or they hate it
You dance up on them haters
Keep getting funky on the scene
Why they jumpin' round ya
They trying to take all your dreams
But you can't allow it
Cause baby whether you're high or low
Whether you're high or low
You gotta tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
T-t-t-tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
(High or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(High or low)
You got to tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Now let me see you do the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it
See I'm not walkin' on it
Or tryin to run around it
This ain't no acrobatics
You either follow or you lead, yeah
I'm talkin' bout you,
I'll keep on blaming the machine, yeah
I'm talkin' bout it,
T-t-t-talkin' bout it
I can't complain about it
I gotta keep my balance
And just keep dancin on it
We gettin funky on the scene
Yeah you know about it,
Like a star on the screen
Watch me tip all on it
Then baby whether I'm high or low
(High or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(High or low)
You gotta tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Yeah, tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether you're high or low
(High or low)
Baby whether you're high or low
(High or low)
Tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby let me see you tight rope
(Tip, tip on it)
And I'm still tippin' on it
[Big Boi]
You gotta keep your balance
Or you fall into the gap
It's a challenge but I manage
Cause I'm cautious with the strap
No damage to your cameras damn I thought that
Can I passy
Why you don't want no friction
Like the back of a matchbook
That I pass as I will forward you
And your MacBook
Clothes shows will shut you down
Before we go-go backwards
Act up, and whether we high or low
We gonna get back-up
Like the dow jones and nasdaq
Sorta like a thong in an ass crack,
Come on
I tip on alligators and little rattle snakers
But I'm another flavor
Something like a terminator
Ain't no equivocating
I fight for what I believe
Why you talkin' bout it
S-s-she's talkin' bout it
Some callin me a sinner
Some callin me a winner
I'm callin you to dinner
And you know exactly what I mean,
Yeah I'm talkin bout you
You can rock or you can leave
Watch me tip without you
N-N-Now whether I'm high or low
(High or low)
Whether I'm high or low
(High or low)
I'm gonna tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
MMMMMM
(Tip, tip on it)
Baby, baby, baby
Whether I'm high or low
Goblogtainment
(High or low)
High or low
(High or low)
I got to tip on the tightrope
(Tip, tip on it)
Now baby tip on the tightrope
You can't get too high
(You can't get too high)
I said you can't get too low
(We can't get too low)
Cause you get too high
(You can't get too high)
No you'll surely be low
(No, you'll surely be low)
1, 2, 3, Ho!
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