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"Start It Up Remix" Lyrics - Lloyd Banks (Ft. Young Jeezy)

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I be chillin’ in that Phantom
Bumpin
He the boss of the town, call him young John Gotti
Sittin down with the plug, bout to order up some taco’s
Talkin’ hella chips, nachos
And you really gettin’ money, say cheese in this muthaf-cka
Turn your dog like flea’s in this muthaf-cka
So many chains might freeze in this muthaf-cker
Walk back might freeze in this muthaf-cka
Black and gold stones, Drew Brees in this muthaf-cka
Don’t make me start talking quarter keys in this muthaf-cker
Shell cases, night vision, aint nothing stupid
Cut the field up, outta space, Jupiter
Don’t make me start it up like a new Kawasaki
Drop me, hit ya in ya face, you’ll be chicken teriyaki
While I’m on that new thug passion, Belvedere and Saki
Chopping bricks with some chop sticks, oh yeah I got this

you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute
(repeated)

I’m who they be, Chronic by the P, living comfortably
Come with me, round and some would see why they f-ck with me
Bentley’s pulling up in three, multi-coloured fleet
Y’all sour me, my summers sweet
Catch my mother feet
Hate just makes chop em as they creek
Life forever sweet
Life’s a gamble and I play for keeps in these streets
Magnificant flow or magnifique
Work and have a seat
Them just my parakeets
macking masterpiece
My life is good, my bitches bad
I’m switching pad, changing watches in my christmas bag
I got the gift of gab, talked my way in
Whips and cash, come through half stepping and then get whipped in half
Southsides my heart, too hard to forget the past
Lost too many n-ggas
My flows off the ropes, uppercuts, stick to jabs
Shorty wanna grab, catch a couple, hit the cab

you know they mad cause cause cause I’m hood rich
you aint never ever seen good trick
You want a problem,
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
start it up (vroom vroom)
wait a minute

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"Do The Creep" Lyrics - The Lonely Island (Ft. Nicki Minaj)

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When you’re out at a club and you see a fly girl
do the creep (haaaa)
do the creep (haaaa)
And if you wanna make friends at the ATM
Do the creep (haaaa)
And do the creep (haaaa)

Well we got a new dance, so get up on your feet
It’s real easy to do and it’s called the creep
Let your hands flop round like a marionette
Pop your knees up and down sh-sh-shakin’ your neck
Now pull your waistband up like you expecting a flood
And stick your hair down flat like it was covered in mud
Trim up your pencil mustache and pop them peepers
Put this in your speakers, you a certified creeper
When you see a country bitch laying out at the beach
Do the creep (haaaa)
And do the creep (haaaa)
And when a fine PYT walks in front of your tree
do the creep (haaaa)
And do the creep (haaaa)

I was six years old when I started creeping
My parents took it to their room and I started peeping
Can you imagine their surprise when they lifted their heads
And saw my little ass creeping at the foot of the bed

And they knew I was a creep since the day I was born
Get popping out of momma like some chemical(?)
And the doctor saw my head and he starting freaking
Cause I came clean and I came out creeping

When I was a girl, I creeped in the boys locker room
Hide deep inside, it was my little creep stalker room
As they dis-robed I was oogling and oggling
Little did they know that for me they was modelling
And I would laugh ha ha ha ha ha haha
And they would dance la la la la lalala-laaa
So pop pop pop your peepers and turn out your sneakers
Don’t sleep, come and get ya creep on with me

Go get ya sweating off ya bride at her wedding
do the creep (haaaa)
And do the creep (haaaa)

But when you sneek into a wake and you see a beefcake
Do the creep (haaaa)
And do the creep (haaa)

When the judge is a hottie and you can’t control ya body
Do the creep (haaaa)
And do the creep (haaa)

So get ya knees flexin’ and your arms T-rexin’
Do the creep (haaaa)
And do the creep (haaa)

And don’t forget to smile.

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"Dead" Lyrics - The Game

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[Verse 1]
This for my nigga C-Murder, locked away
This for the nigga conscious that took Pac away
This For The Niggas screaming On Me But Not Today
This for the niggas thinking’ I was all Dr. Dre
This For The Magasin Writers words with a Lot Say
Come To My Hood It enough Good We Cocking Spray
Keep It Gully Like we are For Rock AWAY
Trick Gangsta Rap Like A hood
Come through the hood with a model chick that I got from ‘Ye
And Rose Phantom Limitage Just a Block Away
So Let the Beat Not While you bob your head,
I switch cars Jump in the C.L., Smoother than Pete Rock
air Max 95, flow classic like reboc
Members O1 try Lay Me Down like Shirak
R.i.P To All Them Niggas And All My Niggas

[Chorus x2]
Don’t Don’t End Up dead
Nigga Don’t Don’t up Dead

[Verse 2]
One thing about me,
always keep it real with myself
Like Nas, I’m Ill Will with myself
And I can feel the pain of Ms. Wallace
I wish Chris was here, so he could see C.J. blow
Like the paint on this Impala
Tell Afeni to holla if she need another son that rap
Pac’s revenge And I got a gun that clap like Dr. Dre snares
Blow chronic like Dr. Dre cares
I been there, done that Dr. Dre shares all his bitches and his liquor
He ain’t call me for Detox, but that’s my nigga
Remember Who Brought Em Back To Compton
And 23 year Old Me was a fuckin Monsters
Still Niggas Say I Ain’t Hood what Fuck They Taking Bout
Like I want Kiss My Son on the Head nd Chuck em out
What up 50? Let’s talk it out
But until we talk it out

[Chorus x2]
Don’t Don’t End Up dead
Nigga Don’t Don’t up Dead

[Verse 3]
I remember when my older brother wanted to be Rakim
Now I’m livin’ his dream, cause somebody shot him
And left me like Eric B. without Rakim
Still payed them for like B.B.S stock Rims
Now I Got California locked In
Dip in this Beamer, Same model, different year they shot Pac in
So whats The Top 10 If You Dead
Who Drop This Lamborghini If I’m In the feds
To Times Feeling spelling my Nights Up In The Bed
But I’m From Compton so When I’m Out Its Infrared
Get My Son ready For School nd I kiss His Heads
So When You See My Face In The Mirror
If i End Up Dead Bed
Never War Bullet Proof Vest and No Got Bullet Proof Car
You Know Me Westside Triple O.G
And I’ma tell you like the homie Snoop Dogg told me

[Chorus x2]
Don’t Don’t End Up dead
Nigga Don’t Don’t up Dead

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"Dedicated" Lyrics - The Game (Ft. Pharrell)

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Dedicated to all my niggas up North
Dedicated to the dirty South of course
Dedicated to all my niggas on the East
Dedicated to West Coast niggas is beasts …
This from us to you and all of them
don’t get gas my nigga watch your rims

I started off in a hood, in what you would call a lemon..
Me? I was a nerd, niggas thought it was a gimmick.
Now I got the maybach, curtains in linen..
White maranella with the burgundy in it.
Tinted?
For real.
Now watch how we spin it.
River side drive in about 5 minutes
4 5 2..
achoo..
Make a nigga sneeze when we ride by you.
Ice cream jeans with a march yellow top..
Polo 7-5-8s with socks.
Am I high?
Fa sho
How we count dough?
We count commas..
Yall niggas count 0’s
Come to VIP nigga we can count hos…
Don’t forget the candy pan sittin on vouges.
Plus I got banana clips under my clothes..
This is redicated to niggas that flips O’s.

[Chorus]

Ayo come to Garcon..
Y saunt lauran
You ever seen the hard bottoms on a long vauze?
The bullets make a nigga hit the bottom real hard..
You ever seen the spikes on the new Lou Vuittons
Spike a bitch drink make a bitch go hard
Red Air Max with the fuckin Go-Karts
When you already did it, what the fuck is go hard?
Synchronize automotives, walk out with no charge.
Wit yo broad,
Oh lord, while your wife at somewhere typin
We on Rodeo somewhere swipin.
You do it like Nike, my shit Lightnin
Back to back Lambo, inside frightnin
This shit criminal we should be indicted..
Your chicks riding shotgun, had that as dikin
Like Paquiao fightin.
This shit is exciting

[Chorus]

Top down, bumpin Bar-Kays..
Hermes bucket with the Tom Ford Shades.
Four shades..
Four seasons..
Six-Fours..
More reasons..
More money..
Whore season.
Are you listenin mah?
Your cheesin.
We at the Staples on the floor, whole season..
Its the pink slip club, nigga no leasin.
Ya ex-boyfriend, Policin…
Brush em off like my moncler fleece son
You know I’m gang affiliated, don’t get naughty.
We could call henchmen..
Or we could call shorty.
Or we could call Hector..
Or we could call Jorge.
Papi owe me favors..
I know he wont ignore me.
Everybody loco niggas gotta show me..
Tell ya girl there’s a fire in my pants..
Blow me.

[Chorus]

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"Sugarglass" Lyrics - Gabrielle Aplin

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You got me stuck inside my head
i’m feeling worthless and i dont want to get out of bed
you’ve trapped all my nerves
now i’m numb and i still wish i was stuck in reverse
days last for years
i’m breaking down a wall that was built from my fears
i’ll kickstart my gears
clear the way so all my demons can disappear

i’m gonna smile and stay for a while
we’re walking on a golden path
smash the past like sugarglass
laughing in the face of what we’ve lost

nothing more i could’ve said
you can’t explain the things you dont regret
but you can forget
no longer on a tightrope with no safety net
i’m not a puppet
so go ahead and cut my strings
’cause it’s misguiding
free me from this cage and let me spread my wings

look into the future
the bird is off my shoulder
and i could’ve told you, you were wrongYou got me stuck inside my head
i’m feeling worthless and i dont want to get out of bed
you’ve trapped all my nerves
now i’m numb and i still wish i was stuck in reverse
days last for years
i’m breaking down a wall that was built from my fears
i’ll kickstart my gears
clear the way so all my demons can disappear

i’m gonna smile and stay for a while

we’re walking on a golden path
smash the past like sugarglass
laughing in the face of what we’ve lost

nothing more i could’ve said
you can’t explain the things you dont regret
but you can forget
no longer on a tightrope with no safety net
i’m not a puppet
so go ahead and cut my strings
’cause it’s misguiding
free me from this cage and let me spread my wings

look into the future
the bird is off my shoulder
and i could’ve told you, you were wrong

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"Windows Are Rolled Down" Lyrics - Amos Lee

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Windows Are Rolled Down is a single by American singer-songwriter and guitarist from Philadelphia, Amos Lee, from his fourth studio album, “Mission Bell”, which was released on January 25, 2011.
The album reached #1 on iTunes Most Downloaded Albums chart the same day it was released.
From DirecTV’s broadcast of Farm Aid 25: Growing Hope for America, Amos Lee performs “Windows Are Rolled Down” at Miller Park in Milwaukee on October 2, 2010. Farm Aid was started by Willie Nelson, Neil Young and John Mellencamp in 1985 to keep family farmers on the land and has worked since then to make sure everyone has access to good food from family farmers.

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Look up child
The world is born
Shoe’s untied
And your soles are worn

Windows are rolled down
Sun is setting high
Windows are rolled down
I’m fixin’ to die

Corn rows have companion feel
This rocky road and this steering wheel
Who do you call to ease your pain
I hope for you to get through this rain

Windows are rolled down
Moon is hanging low
Windows are rolled down
Think it’s time for me to go hey-ay-ay-a…-ay

Is it what you dreamed it’d be
Are you locked up in this fantasy
Oh this miles that have
torn us apart
My new found faith
and my broken heart

Windows are rolled down
Sun is rising high
Windows are rolled down
Feel that wind rushing by hey-ay-ay-a…

Windows are rolled down

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"Who Are You When I’m Not Looking" Lyrics - Blake Shelton

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Who Are You When I’m Not Looking is the second single by American country music singer Blake Shelton, from his second extended play, “All About Tonight”.
The song was written by Earl Bud Lee and John Wiggins, and recorded by artist Joe Nichols for his 2007 album Real Things.
Blake Shelton’s version debuted at number 51 on Billboard Hot Country Songs charts for the week of September 25, 2010.
The music video premiered on October 1, 2010 during CMT’s Big New Music Weekend. It was voted as GAC’s #1 video of 2010.

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My oh my, you’re so good-looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I’ve not tasted all your cooking
Who are you when I’m not looking?

Do you pour a little something on the rocks?
Slide down the hallway in your socks?
When you undress, do you leave a path?
Then sink to your nose in a bubble bath?

My oh my, you’re so good-looking
Hold yourself together like a pair of bookends
But I’ve not tasted all your cooking
Who are you when I’m not looking?

I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know

Do you break things when you get mad?
Eat a box of chocolates ’cause you’re feelin’ bad?
Do you paint your toes ’cause you bite your nails?
Call up momma when all else fails?

Who are you when I’m not around?
When the door is locked and the shades are down?
Do you listen to your music quietly?
And when it feels just right, are you thinkin’ of me?

I wanna know
I wanna know
I wanna know

My oh my, you’re so good-looking
But who are you when I’m not looking?

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Song Information
Released: September 6, 2010
Genre: Country
Length: 3:09
Label: Reprise Nashville
Writers: Earl Bud Lee, John Wiggins
Producer: Scott Hendricks

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"Who’s That Chick?" Lyrics - David Guetta (Ft. Rihanna)

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Who’s That Chick? is a single by French DJ David Guetta featuring vocals from Barbadian recording artist Rihanna. It was released as a digital download on 22 November 2010 and serves as the lead single from the re-release of Guetta’s fourth studio album, “One Love”.
Two music videos were filmed: one depicting Rihanna during the day, the other depicting Rihanna during the night. Both feature the same scenes and camera angles but different make-up, motifs, costumes and lighting. Both of the clips were directed by Jonas Åkerlund.
A third video was filmed in December 2010 in Los Angeles. This video was premiered on January 28th, 2011. David Guetta is featuring on a spaceship watching how Rihanna dances. The scenes where Rihanna appears are the same as the Doritos’ day version video.

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David Guetta featuring Rihanna
from the album One More Love

Feel the adrenaline moving under my skin
It’s an addiction such an eruption
Sound is my remedy feeding me energy
Music is all I need.

Baby, I just wanna dance
I don’t really care I just wanna dance
I don’t really care… care… care (feel it in the air… yeah)

[Chorus]
She’s been a crazy dita disco diva… and you wonder:
“Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?”
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?

Back on the dancefloor better not to take me home
Bass kicking so hot blazing through my beating heart
French kissing on the floor, heart is beating hardcore
Heard everybody is getting a little sexy on the crazy juice
This will end up in the news

Baby, I just wanna dance
I don’t really care I just wanna dance
I don’t really care… care… care (feel it in the air… yeah

[Chorus]

She’s been a crazy dita disco diva… and you wonder:
“Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?”
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?

I’ll try to sex you up the night has got me love sprung
I won’t stop until the sun is up oh yeah
My heart is a dancer beating like a disco drum oh oh uh oh
I’ll try to sex you up the night has got me love sprung
I won’t stop until the sun is up oh yeah
My heart is a dancer beating like a disco drum
Beating like a disco drum… beating like a disco drum…

[Chorus]
She’s been a crazy dita disco diva… and you wonder:
“Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?”
Too cold for you to keep her
Too hot for you to leave her
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?
Who’s that chick? who’s that chick?

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Song Information
“Who’s That Chick?” is being used to promote the new ‘Late Night’ snacks range from snack company, Doritos.

Released: 22 November 2010
Genre: Electro house, dance-pop
Length: 2:46 (Radio Edit), 3:19 (Album Version)
Label: Virgin
Writers: Kinda “Kee” Hamid, David Guetta, Giorgio Tuinfort, Frédéric Riesterer
Producer: David Guetta, Giorgio Tuinfort, Frédéric Riesterer

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