JUSTIN BIEBER LYRICS - Ride

Ride, I-I wanna ride
Ride I wanna ride
Ride, I-I wanna ride

When I wake up, I first think of you
I really like you, and I hope you like me too
The sky is the limit for me and you
I could be your queen, but you could be my boo
We could go anywhere, to the moon and through the air
We could go to the movies or the mall, baby I don't care
Yeah this is true, wanna be with you
And I just wanna ride with you
I wanna ride
Yeah I-I wanna ride
(by the ocean side)
I wanna ride
I-I wanna ride with you
I-I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I just wanna ride with you

Whenever I'm with you, you make me feel special
And all my problems, they go right through the door
I love it when you call me baby
(baby)
It's you I adore
(adore)

We could go to the moon, and through the air
We could go to the movies or the mall, baby I don't care
Yeah this is true, wanna be with you
And I just wanna ride with you
I wanna ride
Yeah I-I wanna ride
(by the ocean side)
I wanna ride
I-I wanna ride with you
I-I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I just wanna ride with you

So lets go right now
Go slow right now
Let the base flow out with that boom boom pow
So lets go right now
Go slow right now
Let the base flow out with that boom boom pow

I wanna ride
Yeah I-I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I-I wanna ride with you
I-I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I just wanna ride with you
I wanna ride
Yeah I-I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I-I wanna ride with you
I-I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I just wanna ride with you
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I-I ohhhh whoaaa
I wanna ride
I wanna ride
I just wanna ride with you

TREY SONGZ (f/ Usher, Keri Hilson) LYRICS - I Invented Sex (Remix)

[Trey]
Aye Girl [8x]
I wana go home with two or three girls!
Which one of ya'll...? [2x]
[Keri] (Aye Boy)
Wana remix with me and..

(Usher Baby. Come in the booth, no hands)

[Usher:]
Now normally I play the nice guy.
Tonight ima show the other side.
Want me to grab you by your neck
I can tell it make you wet
Ooo girl it aint workin unless you sweatin (nowww)
Brought you back girl
Arch your back girl
Meet me upstairs, so I can beat it upstairs
Leave that teddy on
Take them panties off
Like Trey say "I Cant Help But Wait"
Got that oven pre-heated
Trey invented sex, but he aint teach you how to eat it
On ya back now, spread it out now.
Oooohhh!

(Listen Baby, now normally I dont do this but..umm)

Which one of yall?
Which two of yall?
Which two of yall goin home with Usherrrr?

When I get you to the crib
I'ma lay you out on the bed
Girl what ya think?
Girl what ya think?
Girl what ya think?
Girl what ya think?
Our lovin up in the sky
Indroduce you to the mile high
Girl you gone think
Girl you gone think
I'ma make you think
I'ma make you think, make you think I re-invented sex!

(Ooooo, you think you invented sex)
(Boy you think you invented sex)

[Keri:]
I'm bout to re-invent sex
Keri got em like who's next?
And ima make it my duty
to have you so wooosy
You think I invented Ex,
(Yea) Some say it aint nothing new under the sun
You never seen a bitch do what I done
When your soldier's at attention
And my loving is the mission
Boy missionary's no good.
On my body like you knockin on wood.
And if any one of yall in here could.
(I wish I could)
Get Miss Keri Babbyyy!

Back to ya crib
Upstairs in ya bed
Boy would I think?
Boy would I think?
Boy would I think?
Boy would I think?
If you pull back them sheets
Ya climb on top of me
Boy would I think?
Boy would I think?
Boy would I think?
Boy would I think?

[Trey]
You gone think I invented sex
[Keri]
Would I think you invented sex?
[Trey]
You gone think I invented sex
[Keri]
Would I think you invented sex?

[Trey:]
Already know
Aint you seen the video?
Get some ice in ya life
Lick it, lick it slow
Imagine how I'm really tho
I mean imagiine how I'm sexin
Nobody directin
Nobody to cut, only you & me tho
Wana make your body blast off, torpedo
Forget about the missionary
Girl you know we grown
Put you in postitions that you never even known
You know the plumber like pipe down
Them ladies in the stores like right now
I mean right now
Girl I'm bout to turn the lights down
If you ready scream right now
We on the mantle
Shawty dismantled
Hit it from the side, show you how to love handle
Got you with the toes curled up
No sandals
Baby ima write my name on it
No vandal (?)
Going in, grabbin yo butt
Goin in, like a Tiger Woods putt
Goin in, like the Lil Wayne, Drake song

Girl if Trey Songz in ya crib
Kissn all on ya neck
Girl you gone think.
Girl you gone think.
Girl you gone think.
Girl you gone think.
Girl when I pull back them sheets
And you climb on top of me
Girl you gone think.
Girl you gone think.
Girl you gone think.
Girl you gone think.
You gone think I invented sex.

(You gone think I invented sex) [2x]

SNOOP DOGG LYRICS - I Wanna Rock

[Crowd Chanting:]
SNOOP! DOGG! SNOOP! DOGG! SNOOP! DOGG!

[Chorus: Sample of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock (Crowd Chanting)]
HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! (I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY! (I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)

[Verse 1: Snoop Dogg]
It's ya Eastside partner, Big Snoopy D-O
Turned like D-lo, catch me on your TiVo
Long Beach with me, the city and the turf chump
Get turf stomped, fuckin with the turf punk
I'm geeked up, I'm on my tip hoe
Turn it up bee-itch, what you here foe?
I'm goin all in, that's what I do
My little niggas jerkin, what's up with you?
This little rappin ass, niggas tappin out
I'm almost twenty in, the fuck you rappin 'bout? !
My niggas peeled up, the homeys growin big
I'm all in the club rollin twenty crips
You see a G, you better know the deal
You see the fellas fool, I'm in the streets for real
I'm kickin on these hoes, do 'em like dominos
I slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos

[Chorus: Sample of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock (Crowd Chanting)]
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG!)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG! SNOOP! DOGG!)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now

[Verse 2: Snoop Dogg]
I see 'em comin huh, that's what I heard em said
The .38 the same color's the Chevrolets'
501s' on, gangsta lookin good
I'm in the club holmes, Chuck'n up the hood
We the West boy, yeah you see the shirt
Smokin on that Kobe, fuckin with that purp
I gotta get 'er mayne, baby hella thick
She said her name was Seven, call me Michael Vick [panting]
'Cause I'm a dog, hoe, give 'em the dick and dash
Fuck whatchu called fo', if I ain't hit dat ass
I'm Snoopy D-O-Dubb, I get it poppin cause
And when I'm in the buildin, they get to poppin up
They get to spendin cash, screamin T.I.U.
Now gon' Turn It Up, lil' mama look at you!
I'm giggin on these hoes, do 'em like dominoes
And slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos

[Chorus: Sample of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock (Crowd Chanting)]
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG!)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG! SNOOP! DOGG!)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now)

[Verse 3: Snoop Dogg]
Boss Dogg chillin, lookin like a million
Yeah, nigga got it, I'm a leave it to my chil'ren
Tonight I'm on some other shit, and baby lovin it
Hella fast, grip dey ass like the oven mitt
I'm gooned up, boy! Rich as fuck, boy!
Black and gold brakes, that's my truck, boy
I'm on my Eastside, shit I'm workin
I got the party goin, and it's jerkin
My niggas all long, we rollin out deck
Hoes gettin in, you betta pick a bitch
'Cause when I shut it down, the party's over with
She call me Superman, I'm on my +Soulja+ shit (YOOOOOOOU!)
Boss Dogg, get 'em, I sick 'em and take 'em home
West Coast bitch, I'm on my fuckin throne
I'm giggin on these hoes, do 'em like dominoes
And slam 'em on they back, and tell 'em vamanos

[Chorus: Sample of "It Takes Two" by Rob Base & DJ EZ Rock (Crowd Chanting)]
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG!)
I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now (SNOOP! DOGG! SNOOP! DOGG!)
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
(HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!) I wanna rock right now, rock-rock-right now
I Wanna rock right now

CALI SWAG DISTRICT (f/ Red Cafe, Jermaine Dupri, B.o.B., Bow Wow) LYRICS - Teach Me How To Dougie (Remix)

You know what this need (this need me),
You know what this need (this need me),

I drop this in the club when I be DJ'n,
from left to right everybody start swaying I be I be seeing girls tapping niggas on the shoulder saying.
Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie.
Then I pull it back, start it from the top and all the bitches love me,
I'm the 24 hour stunner roadrunner nigga can't catch me,
get green like Bill Bexby damn I mean Bixby stay in the 6 speed my corner in the club is where the fucking chicks be,
and the flicks be popping like the red carpet that California swag with a little college park shit,
fat ass small waist lil Cali Park chick came up to me came, came up to me and said.
Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie.
If you really wanna know then girl you gotta go to D-town
Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie.
But until then shawty check me, check me out now.

Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie. (dougie)
Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie. (dougie)
Everybody love me, Everybody love me,
Everybody love me you ain't messing with my dougie (dougie) [2x]

They be like Smooth you know you gotta rip on the remix
I'm telling these quards better work on your defense
I'm Kobe in the clutch you other niggas suck and I'm no B. Jennings getting Milwaukee Bucks!
What's the deal? I'm fresh like dougie and I keep getting bitches
cause all my bitches love me and my swag bring em' in nigga not my money
it ain't tricking if you got it but I am no dummy

Ay, they be like B.O.B (what?)
How you do that in Atlanta (yes) she said she like my dougie now she jigging off my grammar,
well basically she got it down and dirty like Dianna I got the Cali puff you can't find that in Atlanta,
I hit her with that flex till she getting preg
you heard what I said hit her with a test then she knew what's next.
I teach ya how to dougie, teach ya how to swag walk I ain't talking about that swag that come in plastic bag (oh no)

Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie. (dougie)
Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie. (dougie)
Everybody love me, Everybody love me,
Everybody love me you ain't messing with my dougie (dougie) [2x]

Had to remix it, cause I didn't mention me and M Bom been taking down
video vixens 007 boys we be on missions he going teach em how to dougie
I'ma make em do the dishes Fuck these bitches my palm itches I get money,
do good business, teach em' how to dougie God is my witness everybody dancing and everybody listen AY!

(6 MINUTES) My dougie so fresh I keep a bunch of fly misses they all let me cut
no butterfly stitches fresher than febreze in the major league,
yes I'm the shit though i do attract fleas.
Everyday I pop tags I'ma fly motherfucka,
I don't even drive I'm so fly motherfucka,
big ol ass body like Serena make it make it go back and forth is yo name Aliyah now?

Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie. (dougie)
Teach me how to dougie, teach me teach me how to dougie. (dougie)
Everybody love me, Everybody love me,
Everybody love me you ain't messing with my dougie (dougie) [2x]

OK my swagga on flight, my dougie so fresh, kill it dancing now I'm on like wings on a jet,
shucks we brought it to the hood like a brand new set.
Cali what I rep got the game by the neck something like a necklace shout out to Dallas, Texas
they taught me this dance now these hoes cooking me breakfast D-Town boogie with a little Cali spin,
remix on the track you know we had to get it in

(Let Go) Mr. Murk a verse, killa remixes, young Bow Wizzle with that Cali Swag District,
backpack on, snap-back on, modern day LL girls can't leave em' alone.
Phantom 2 tone, money too grown, if I stood on my wallet I'd be 8 feet tall,
Stelly Phel turn it up I'm about to burn it up smoking on that Cali good gotta nigga high as fuck (what it is!)

Everybody love me, Everybody love me,
Everybody love me you ain't messing with my dougie (dougie) [fades out]

HOLLYWOOD UNDEAD LYRICS - Tear It Up

Tear it up, tear it up yeah [3x]
Here we go now, here we go

[CHORUS]
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

[J-Dog]
I beat the pussy up like Ying-Yang
Put it right, third like Ching-Chang
You know I make her shit bang
You know I don't give a motherfuck about your first name
I wanna lock that ass like a motherfucking chain-gang
Tear it up, stand up and throw it up
And tear up the floor like you don't give a fuck
I know you got heels on
I know what y'all feel on
They caught us ridin' dirtier than their bumpin' Camillion
I got a bounty on my head,
Just for reppin' Undead
Because I'm freakin' on your sister
And I'm ramming her friend
And what the fuck you think?
I'm tryin' to make 'em sweat like a motherfuckin' track meet
J-D-O-G, I got your girl on a leash
I got her veen and the whole crowd's screamin'
Shake it like a what?
Fuck you!
HU crew!
We don't give a fuck
What? What?

[CHORUS]
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

[J-Dog]
Shake it like a what? Fuck you! [4x]

[Johnny 3 Tears]
No, I ain't a gangsta
Don't pack a pistol
Motherfuckers keep runnin' out
Motherfuckers catch a fistful
Guided like a missile from two bottles of Jack
That I drank in the back
of an '88 Cadillac
It's Johnny Three
Johnny sees what Johnny needs
Johnny breathes weed
Still, Johnny don't see anything!
Johnny buys drink
Johnny winks and Johnny thinks
Johnny circles dance floor like roller rink
Jump up down down in the H-tag get down
To the sound that's bound
To make the motherfucking crowd loud
Wanna see you move, yeah move to the music
Wanna see you booze, yeah booze 'til you puke it
See bitch, grab ass
Get smacked to the mat (bitch!)
Slap back, get thrown out the back
Watch your back through the back door
Back to the dance floor
Gotta gotta get my, gotta gotta get more

[CHORUS]
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun
So don't make me tear it up
You know I don't give a fuck
And I ain't here to shake things up
But I got my hand on my gun

[Johnny 3 Tears]
Hell yeah motherfucker!
Turn it up
Turn it up, focus 3
Fuck you, Jeff Peters
Fuck you, Mike Reneau
Gangstas up in this bitch
You gotta write it down
Fuck yeah!