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Eve Ft Drag On - Let’s Talk About

Let’s Talk About
(ft. Drag-On)

[Eve] (Drag-on)
Ugh (Come on, uh)
Uh-huh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Uh-uh-uh-uh (Flame on, uh, come on, uh)
Yo, yo (uh, uh)

[Eve]
Let’s talk about who I am
Blond bee, find me in the hood with my peoples
Love y’all, hate the rest of y’all that I can see through
Above that, I can’t feel nothin’ unless it’s lethal
Testin’ your moves, never that, make no position fetal, uh

[Drag-on]
I wanna talk about Dog nigga, L-O-X, Eve, and me
Now that’s the hottest thing in the streets
Are beats is Swizz
Cheesed up with holes in the shit
Like a log rolled thick
And ain’t nothin’ sweet but Drag-Eve tracks
Honey Roasted
Burn until its been around the hour, fuck that

[Eve]
Yo let’s talk about
Platinum plaques, hangin’ on my wall
See me decorated, she’s the one
Heard ‘em say it, see me celebrate
I pop shit when it’s necessary, not for nothin’
I use clips for them big beefs
See me bustin’, plow!

[Drag-on]
I wanna talk about bitches I fucked
I’m a dog so I can’t stand no bitch that hounds
I far from a clown
If I’m not knocking her down, Drag’s probably not around
So I’m not one to claim by either one of you dames
If y’all catch Drag with a mane, trust me
She got my last name
Here’s the hook, uh

[Drag-on]
Now Drag gon’ show y’all niggas how we lock this shit
[Eve]
Now Eve gonna show y’all niggas how we drop these hits
[Drag-on]
Now we gonna show y’all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag (E) dash (V) On (E)
[Drag-on]
Now Drag gon show y’all niggas how we lock this shit
[Eve]
Now Eve gonna show y’all niggas how we drop these hits
[Drag-on]
Now we gonna show y’all niggas how we pop this Cris
Drag (E) dash (V) on (E)

[Eve]
Let’s talk about little dick niggas
Always talkin’ bout what you got
Rather be finger-popped
Dick probably the size of a bough stuffed with rocks
Fuck the cop nigga, go shoot pool, pussy plot
You make me cum, I might flood the block, wet on my socks

[Drag-on]
I wanna talk about guns niggas don’t bust
Y’all need to see me if y’all wanna see shells pop out
Make you say watch out, when I got my glock out
Niggaz clock out, cause I run up in your watch house
Snatch up all your rocks out
Then throw your box out
Ya motherfuckers better watch out

[Eve]
Yo, let’s talk about fake ass bitches
Lying to yourself, you ain’t ready for the world mama
Beggin’ every second hungry, life drama
Get your own stacks
Why you think these niggaz pussy hungry
Cause you actin’ triflin’
Layin’ up, takin’ his money, uh

[Drag-on]
I wanna talk about live or die
Fuck you and I
Niggas will fry like stripped bacon
I leave them shakin’
Keep ‘em sizzlin’
Fuckin’ with them you might win
But they only got six shots with a barrel that spin
And us our clip is spinning
And hittin’ all their men

[Eve]
I wanna talk about ryde or die
My dogs control confrontation
In any situation
Five niggas on your team
Five niggas you replacing
Five niggas used to gleam
Five niggas left with nathan
But their game that we took
And now they back to chase it

[Drag-on]
I wanna talk about biting ass niggas
Let me see y’all niggas catch the flow
Go red-vest with the four-four blow
Ya niggaz gonna hit the ground for sure
Nigga let me know if you want more
If he catch you with a pound to choke, you know
Nigga never die slow, till his eyes close
Then jump on the highway, I go
Man fuck the po-po, them niggas is moving slow mo, come on
Here’s the hook, uh

[Drag-on]
Now Drag gon’ show y’all niggas how we lock this shit
[Eve]
Now Eve gonna show y’all niggas how we drop these hits
[Drag-on] (Eve)
Now we gonna show y’all niggas how we pop this Cris
Now Drag-on will show ya niggas how we lock this shit
[Eve]
Now Eve gonna show y’all niggas how we drop these hits
[Drag-on] (Eve)
Now we gonna show y’all niggas how we pop this Cris

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  • Morandi - Save me

    When I’m with you
    Everything seems better
    Now I know
    I see it all today
    We were ment to be together
    I’m in pain when you’re away

    Refren:
    Come on and save me
    I’m loosing my touch
    Day after day
    Cause I miss you so much
    Come on and save me
    I’m loosing my mind
    Waiting and waiting
    For you to be mine

    Come and save me
    From me… me…
    Come and save me
    From me… me…

    When I’m with you
    Everything seems better
    Now I know
    I see it all today
    We were ment to be together
    I’m in pain when you’re away

    Refren:
    Come on and save me
    I’m loosing my touch
    Day after day
    Cause I miss you so much
    Come on and save me
    I’m loosing my mind
    Waiting and waiting
    For you to be mine

    2x
    Come and save me
    From me… me…
    Come and save me
    From me… me…

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  • Hayden Panettiere - Wake Up Call

    woo hoo hooo

    You don’t buy me flowers
    You don’t buy me drinks
    You don’t drive me anywhere
    but totally insane
    We used to talk for hours
    until the night was through
    but recently your ego
    is going through the roof

    Maybe you need a wake up call
    Cos’ you’re too comfortable
    You think because you’re bad you
    don’t have to work at all

    It seems like I gotta do wrong
    to get your attention
    but maybe when i call this man up
    you’ll finally start to wake up

    I think i’m gonna have to cheat
    to keep your eyes on me
    but maybe if i make you jealous
    you’ll finally start to wake up

    This is your wake up call
    this is your wake up call
    so wake up
    wake up
    you better wake up

    You’re underestimating
    the kinda chick i am
    cos’ I don’t have a problem
    finding someone else
    I’ll put my little black dress on
    and go out to the clubs
    And you wonder whats going on
    tomorrow when your boys tell you
    I was dancing with someone

    Maybe you need a wake up call
    you’re way too comfortable
    You think because you’re bad you
    don’t have to work at all

    It seems like I gotta do wrong
    to get your attention
    but maybe when i call this man up
    you’ll finally start to wake up

    I think i’m gonna have to cheat
    to keep your eyes on me
    but maybe if i make you jealous
    you’ll finally start to wake up

    This is your wake up call
    this is your wake up call
    so wake up
    wake up
    you better wake up

    You’re taking me for granted
    Boy you’re really slacking
    If I see somebody I like I’ma have to grab ‘em
    Time is running out but
    you need to do me right so
    I’ma get mine back
    You better wake up

    It seems like I gotta do wrong
    to get your attention
    but maybe when i call this man up
    you’ll finally start to wake up

    I think i’m gonna have to cheat
    to keep your eyes on me
    but maybe if i make you jealous
    you’ll finally start to wake up

    This is your wake up call
    this is your wake up call
    so wake up (seems like i got it all wrong)
    wake up
    you better wake up

    This is your wake up call
    this is your wake up call
    so wake up
    wake up
    you better wake up

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  • Nickelback - Photograph

    Look at this photograph
    Everytime I do it makes me laugh
    How did our eyes get so red
    And what the hell is on Joey’s head

    And this is where I grew up
    I think the present owner fixed it up
    I never knew we’d ever went without
    The second floor is hard for sneaking out

    And this is where I went to school
    Most of the time had better things to do
    Criminal record says I broke in twice
    I must have done it half a dozen times

    I wonder if it’s too late
    Should i go back and try to graduate
    Life’s better now than it was back then
    If I was them I wouldn’t let me in

    Oh, oh, oh
    Oh, god, I

    Every memory of looking out the back door
    I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
    It’s hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye.
    Every memory of walking out the front door
    I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
    It’s hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye.

    Remember the old arcade
    Blew every dollar that we ever made
    The cops hated us hangin’ out
    They say somebody went and burned it down

    We used to listen to the radio
    And sing along with every song we know
    We said someday we’d find out how it feels
    To sing to more than just the steering wheel

    Kim’s the first girl I kissed
    I was so nervous that I nearly missed
    She’s had a couple of kids since then
    I haven’t seen her since god knows when

    Oh, oh, oh
    Oh, god, I

    Every memory of looking out the back door
    I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
    It’s hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye.
    Every memory of walking out the front door
    I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
    It’s hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye.

    I miss that town
    I miss the faces
    You can’t erase
    You can’t replace it
    I miss it now
    I can’t believe it
    So hard to stay
    Too hard to leave it

    If I could I relive those days
    I know the one thing that would never change

    Every memory of looking out the back door
    I had the photo album spread out on my bedroom floor
    It’s hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye.
    Every memory of walking out the front door
    I found the photo of the friend that I was looking for
    It’s hard to say it, time to say it
    Goodbye, goodbye.

    Look at this photograph
    Everytime I do it makes me laugh
    Everytime I do it makes me…

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  • The Game - Lay Low

    Verse 1 - Techniec
    ——

    In the rain with the beat, stashed with the heat,
    Smashed in the seat, sinking and thinking ya’ll know the way I rhyme,
    I’m a raw shined up, flossed out rhymed up,
    Get your wife good and ball it out till your time up.
    Want to kill him quick?, put him in a filthy ditch,
    Rather be filthy rich, over a filthy bitch.
    Wasn’t for the flows,
    Wouldn’t be no hoes jocking and breaking their necks to get your’s,
    So I suppose, rockin’ show, knocking hoes,
    Flockin, I’m clocking dough, I control,
    Rock-n-roll, with soldiers on lock-n-load,
    And they come through shoot it up,
    Fist fight, threw it up,
    Terrorize the future, truly number one who was us.
    No question we’ll bust glocks in fast cars,
    Blocks in Nascars, couple of bad brahs.
    We got a few with us, none 50 trust,
    You bitches hit the bus, you niggas ease up.

    Chorus - The Game
    ——

    I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,
    She’s Tony Yayo,
    And they kicked him out the house that’s the reason why he running his lips,
    He’s on 50’s payroll.
    You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,
    Mr. Yayo.
    You niggas snitches that’s the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
    I ain’t the po-po.

    Verse 2 - Techniec
    ——

    You rap guys better stick to rap,
    Cause colliding with hood niggas that spit it
    Will get you so call killas clapped.
    And you’ll think it’s the fans,
    But my niggas got the M 1 Sixes, get loose in the stands,
    Techniec on the side of the stage with a gauge and 4 4 long deuce-deuce in his pants.
    So I’ma just fall back, nigga I could lose you for a grand,
    No gunpowder, residue in the hand.
    They want to see Tech fly, they rather see Tech in the can,
    I spit grams, till the check in the hand,
    When the Tec in the hand, respect my demand,
    Or I’ll find your set in a jam when the Tec will go blam!

    Chorus - The Game
    ——

    I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,
    She’s Tony Yayo,
    And they kicked him out the house that’s the reason why he running his lips,
    He’s on 50’s payroll.
    You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,
    Mr. Yayo.
    You niggas snitches that’s the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
    I ain’t the po-po.

    Verse 3 - The Game
    ——

    Drive-by, violator in the Bentley coupe,
    Ghost town outside, ain’t nobody to shoot.
    They call me Noman for all the heads I shot,
    They call you state evidence for all the dime’s y’all dropped.
    Real love cause I’m a million dollar killa,
    Got banana clips for you so called gorillas.
    G-Unit cap peeling till I D I E,
    You looking for me, Southern Cali is where I be.

    Chorus - The Game
    ——

    I heard another nigga from that G-Unit click talking shit,
    She’s Tony Yayo,
    And they kicked him out the house that’s the reason why he running his lips,
    He’s on 50’s payroll.
    You want to die all you gotta do is keep on fucking with Game,
    Mr. Yayo.
    You niggas snitches that’s the reason I threw out my G-Unit chain,
    I ain’t the po-po.

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  • T.I. - A Better Day

    It’s Okay
    Tomorrow’ll be a better day

    When ya rent a day late and ya tryna stay straight
    But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    Came in the world with a sparkle in her eye
    And knowing the only thing that we can promise is we die
    But a promise is a lot can’t nobody guarantee it
    And death around the corner can’t nobody damn see it
    I can’t agree that God good at all time
    But we all know shit ain’t all good at all time
    So I tote my strap in the hood and all time
    But respect ain’t just something that’s understood in our time
    Especially by our kind man I hate it for the future
    Police don’t wanna lock ya up no more they wanna shoot ya
    Ain’t as half as bad as these hatas’ll do ya
    As soon as ya get ya loot up they wanna shoot off
    Lord forbid to kill me I bet ya nobody knew what
    Suckas get shot and police come straight to us
    Imagine how they do us ever say niggas blew up
    I know ya goin through it know I’m goin thru it too

    When ya rent a day late and ya tryna stay straight
    But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    When ya daughter like 6 and her pops ain’t shit
    You ain’t wanna tell her you and momma gotta go strip
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    I’m doin this for the hood for a kid with no dad
    I was just like ya’ll don’t feel so bad
    Know it’s hard when ya live so bad
    They whoop ya ass and they wonder why ya still so bad
    For long ya get whoopin’s and just laugh
    Momma washin’ clothes behind lil’ blue bag
    She ask what ya what ya doin ya tell her stuntin’ like my daddy
    You knew that I was gonna be a hustla when ya had me
    Look around ma you sent me to the sto’ to get some bread
    And I’m passin’ atleast 8 J’s or mo’
    Rent been late for 8 days or mo’
    But slangin’ blow ain’t as bad habit than 8 days of snow

    When ya speeding with the white and ya see the blue lights
    And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    If ya son 14 and his dad is a criminal
    Workin’ to realize Baby girl goin witcha tho
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    My momma girl son 14 just got killed
    Had to help myself
    Bout to tell her I know how ya feel
    I’d a been a damn liar
    See her tryin not to cry
    She know he in a better place
    But she just wanna know why
    Know somebody tellin’ lie
    If a nigga gon’ die
    It’s goin down
    I guarantee I’m gonna calm down
    I tried to convince her that he in God’s arms now
    She said I don’t believe in this God right now
    I know it’s hard right now in ya heart right now
    But God can help ya feelin’s if ya start right now
    You can start right now cause you report right now
    Shit you in better shape than we are right now

    When ya rent a day late and ya tryna stay straight
    But the only way to get it is to slang that weight
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    When ya daughter like 6 and her pops ain’t shit
    You ain’t wanna tell her you and momma gotta go strip
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    When ya speeding with the white and ya see the blue lights
    And ya on ya 3rd strike so the judge say life
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

    If ya son 14 and his dad is a criminal
    Workin’ to realize Baby girl goin witcha tho
    Okay, tomorrow’ll be a better day

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  • You’ll beat me?
    Bring it on, bring it on
    You’re gonna save the day?
    Bring it on, bring it on
    You Ready?
    Bring it on
    I’ll show you another thing or two

    You may think you’re clever, but you’re not
    You better get the coffins out
    Trust me kid that’s where you’re sleeping tonight

    There’s no guarantee we’ll get out alive
    Stop your whining, let’s get busy
    Baby, its time to lock and load
    Stop your whining, let’s get busy

    Welcome to the show
    It’s a story that you’ve heard a thousand times
    So take a seat and get lost with me
    This tale will never stop being told
    Welcome to the show
    Its a chance to save the world or lose the girl
    Let’s save the world
    Heroes will save the day

    You may think you’ve won, but I promise you it’s not over

    This could be our one last chance to finally rise up
    So here we stand and here we will fight
    None of us shall run from anyone
    Storms are gathering

    There’s no guarentee we’ll get out alive
    Stop your whining, let’s get busy
    We have to rise above and fight
    We’ll be heroes

    Welcome to the show
    It’s a story that you’ve heard a thousand times
    So take a seat and get lost with me
    This tale will never stop being told
    Welcome to the show
    Its a chance to save the world or lose the girl
    Let’s save the world
    Heroes will save the day

    This is the part where you are supposed to scream
    When you scream, we’ll be heroes

    Welcome to the show
    It’s a story that you’ve heard a thousand times
    So take a seat and get lost with me
    This tale will never stop being told
    Welcome to the show
    Its a chance to save the world or lose the girl
    Let’s save the world
    Heroes will always save the day
    Let’s save the world
    Heroes will save the day
    Let’s save the world
    Heores will always save the day

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