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Usher - Traffic

[Intro]

Usher (usher usher)
Yeaah man
We heavy on the clutch on this one
We gon burn it up.
Get on the dance floor

[Verse 1]
The story goes I’m at the bar she’s on out on the floor fellas the come and they go.
But nun of them giving gettin chose
And we like ice cause I don’t like them other guys.
So I know what to say its time to make my way over to her.

[Hook]
You know I that gotta get at ya baby
Let no body come snatch ya baby
Can nun other of these chicks match ya baby.
I got you baby, I got you baby
Making my way to traffic baby
we can break out and make a little magic
baby,if you mess it it might be tragic baby get at me baaby, get at me baybay!

[Chorus]
You’re the one I want (I want)
You’re the one I need (I need)
them other chicks up in here
Don’t (don’t) do it for me
They don’t do it for me (hey hey)
Everybody out my way
I’m on a mission try to meet miss lady I’m tryna to make her my baby
Tryna make you my baby
Girl I just wanna make you my baby
Oh I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
Snatch that lady standing over there
Snatch that lady standing over there
Yo snatch that lady standing over there
yo I gotta get trough traffic
snatch that lady standing over there.

[Verse 2]
I made a move
Waiting nobody looking at you
so much for playing it cool
I ain’t got nothing to lose (noo)
gotta hurry before I’m outta time.
And I’m gonna keep on coming at you for speed babygirl is that a crime?

[Pre Chorus]

You know I gotta get at ya baby
Let no body come snatch at ya baby
Can nun other of these chicks match ya baby.
I got you baby, I got you baby
Making my way to traffic baby
we can break out and make a little magic
baby,
if you mess it it might be tragic baby get at me baby, get at me baybay!

[Chorus]
You’re the one I want (I want)
you’re the one I need (I need)
Other chicks up in here
don’t (don’t) do it for me
They don’t do it for me eeahh
Everybody out my way
I’m on a mission try to meet miss lady I’m tryna to make her my baby
i’m tryna make you my baby
girl I just wanna make you my baby
Oh I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
snatch that lady standing over there
snatch that lady standing over there
Yo snatch that lady standing over there
Yo a I gotta get trough traffic
snatch that lady standing over there.

[Bridge]
And now I don’t know your name
you got to get with this game
cause I can read the signs
we need to make our way to the exit sign
I’m in foreign sun sittin right outside yeah
I got room just for 2
and all I’m thinking is you
let you see the time
you what is on my mind
it should be automatic
roll with me is like the way trough traffic

[Chorus]
Oohh

You’re the one I want (I want)
you’re the one I need (I need)
them Other chicks up in here don’t do it for me
They don’t do it for me eeahh
Everybody out my way
I’m on a mission try to meet miss lady
I’m tryna to make her my baby tryna make you my baby
girl I just wanna make you my baby
Oh I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
snatch that lady standing over there
snatch that lady standing over there
Yo snatch that lady standing over there
Yo a I gotta get trough traffic
snatch that lady standing over there.

They Don’t Ohhh…

You’re the one I want ( I want)
you’re the one I need ( I need)
them other chicks out here don’t do it for me
They don’t do it for me eeahh
Everybody out my way
I’m on a mission tryna meet miss lady I’m tryna to make her my baby tryna make you my baby
girl I just wanna make you my baby
Oh I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
Ah I gotta get trough traffic
snatch that lady standing over there
snatch that lady standing over there
Yo snatch that lady standing over there
Yo a I gotta get trough traffic
snatch that lady standing over there.

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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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  • She said its not about you
    it’s not about you, it’s me
    She said it’s not about you
    it’s not about you, it’s me

    And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you, well it’s driving me mad
    And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you is, well it’s becomming a drag

    She’s a beautiful smile, she’s a gleam in your eye
    dresses like a princess, playing games in your mind
    Falling out of her top, runs a hand through her hair
    playing so hard to get, cause she knows that you care

    I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more
    how to love you more, my friend
    I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more
    how to love you more, my….

    I guess we got, i guess we got
    i guess we got nothing to say
    I guess we got, i guess we got
    i guess we got…

    It’s not about you(don’t you go)
    i guess we got
    It’s not about you(don’t you go)
    i guess we got

    And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you, well it’s driving me mad
    And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you is, well it’s making me sad

    So is this how it ends? Well nobody knows
    she’ll be gone for a year and we’ll see how it goes
    Moving out of your flat, slipping right through your hands
    she’s a difficult girl and your a sillier man

    I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more
    how to love you more, my friend
    I dont know how to love you more, how to love you more
    how to love you more, my….

    I guess we got, i guess we got
    i guess we got nothing to say
    I guess we got, i guess we got
    i guess we got…

    It’s not about you(don’t you go)
    i guess we got
    It’s not about you(don’t you go)
    i guess we got

    It’s not about about you
    (don’t you go home, don’t you go home, don’t you leave me here alone)*3
    (And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you, well it’s driving me mad
    And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you is, well your driving me…)*1

    I don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
    how to love you, but i love you so
    I don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
    why i love you, but i love you so

    I don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know
    why i love you, but i love you so
    I don’t know, i don’t know, i don’t know…

    I guess we got, i guess we got
    i guess we got nothing to say
    I guess we got, i guess we got
    i guess we got(nothing to say)*3

    It’s not about about you
    (don’t you go home, don’t you go home, don’t you leave me here alone)*3
    (And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you, well it’s driving me mad
    And sometimes its good
    sometimes its bad
    but living with you is, well your driving me…)*1

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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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  • Elliot Minor - Time After Time

    Another day, waking to the same old beat,
    Counting doors, walking through the same old street,
    Breathing in, breathing out the same,
    Nothings changed, just imitating yesterday,
    Counting down, all the opportunities,
    Its down to one, now everything is falling on me,
    Alarm bells, are warning me to do something soon,
    Get away, Ive got to get away!!

    I hear the sound of something new,
    Give me the keys to unlock you,

    Time after time,
    And nothing has changed,
    Time after time,
    And we’re still the same,
    Day after day, nothing has changed
    And now I feel,
    That i’m gonna break, cos i just cannot wait,
    To repeat yesterday…

    Its just a game where you’re the boss and I’m just a slave,
    You trap me in, and i just play to entertain,
    And nothing more, so make your move and I’ll be ok,
    I try my best, but all you do is laugh in my face,
    A gun shot..!
    Will wake you up in the night,
    You better run, or you will end up seeing the light,
    My heart beat, is warning me to do something new*soon*,
    Get away, I’ve got to get away!

    I hear the sound of something new,
    Give me the keys to unlock you,

    Time after time,
    And nothing has changed,
    Time after time,
    And we’re still the same,
    Day after day, nothing has changed
    And now I feel,
    That i’m gonna break, cos i just cannot wait,
    To repeat yesterday…

    I hear the sound of something new,
    (i hear the sound of something new)
    Give me the keys to unlock you,

    Time after time,
    And nothing has changed,
    Time after time,
    And we’re still the same,
    Day after day, nothing has changed
    And now I feel,
    That i’m gonna break, cos i just cannot wait,
    To repeat yesterday…

    to repeat to yesterday (x4)
    now i’m gonna break coz i just can not wait
    to repeat yesterday!

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  • Lil Wayne ft. Game - Gifts

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  • Ironik - Stay with Me

    Brother and sister
    Together will make it through
    Some day a spirit will
    Take you and guide you there
    I know you’ve been hurtin
    But ive been waitin to
    Be there for you
    And ill be there just helpin’
    You out whenever i can
    Everybody’s Free
    Listen this ones for all
    The ones showin’ love,
    Its appreciated life’s crazy man Listen to the lyrics
    CHORUS.
    Stay with me don’t fall asleep
    Too soon the angels can wait
    For a moment
    (They can wait for a moment)
    Stay with me don’t fall asleep
    Too soon the angels can wait
    For a moment.

    Listen, listen to the words
    VERSE 1.
    Don’t cry for me when i’m gone
    No point of wasted tears our
    Time will come one day and i’m
    Just confronting my fears
    Though its not really a fear
    It’s more like a destiny some
    Times i sit and wonder is this
    Life really for me, cause’
    Ive seen, seen, heard, felt,
    I’m done. I hope ur proud of
    Where i’ve come, you’ve seen me
    Grow and helped me through,
    And there is no repayin’ you,
    I’m here and i feel like im
    Delayin’ you, betrayin’ you,
    And when im gone i hope theres
    Someone savin’ you.

    CHORUS
    Stay with (I’m gonna stay, listen)
    Me don’t fall asleep too soon
    (I’m gonna try not to) the angels
    Can wait for a moment
    (They can wait man, i swear)
    Stay with me don’t fall asleep
    Too soon the angels
    (Im gonna hold on)
    Can wait for a moment.

    VERSE 2

    I wanna see your face
    Every time i come home cause’
    I cant leave u like this
    In this cold world alone,
    But, in this life were livin’
    Who knows when ill be gone,
    I don’t wanna leave you
    With what ifs, now i’m in for
    Long (To the world)
    Theres to much to prove, and Sometimes i wonder what i
    Really have to lose, and then
    I really see its not all
    About me, i wanna shield you from
    This harsh mad reality, its real.

    CHORUS.
    (Like, life’s risky sometimes,
    But really, u gotta take your Chances)
    Stay with me don’t fall asleep
    Too soon the angels can wait
    For a moment(Its crazy look)
    Stay with me don’t fall asleep
    Too soon the angels can wait
    For a moment.
    (Listen to the words)

    Verse 2

    To the world,
    Life’s a game and we need to
    Play it correct, do the
    Right moves and don’t get caught
    Up in loadsa mess,
    Be calm don’t be stressed,
    Be sure to pass the test,
    Stand ur ground an don’t let
    Others put you to the test
    (Repeat)

    CHORUS.
    Stay with me don’t fall asleep
    Too soon the angels can wait
    For a moment (x3)

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