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GIMME THAT (REMIX)

(feat. Lil' Wayne)

[Intro (Spoken) Lil Wayne]
What it is, Folk.
This right here is the 16 year old phenome, Chris Breezy.
Me, myself, I'm the 23 yr. old CEO

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
Young Carter, I'm harder then them other boys.
I ain't even fronting, baby I can take a summer off.
I can break a woman off.
I can take the stomach off, one of my trucks.
Now I'm riding in the goods.
Line it on up, guarantee you get served.
Lil' Chris, said run it,
So I ran and told her.
I'm a cash money young'n,
Bird-man junior.
Just a president, looking for a minor occurrence.

[Verse 2: Chris Brown]
The young boy just turned 16 and I got
6 4's and hot bikes that I rock.
Keep 3 or 4 sweeties on my clock,
but all that swinging in that bikini just make him dizzy.
Slow all the traffic down to a complete stop,
'Cause you speaking that slang that I talk.
That sassy tempo with that walk,
May be the reason that all this teenies may never see me.

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
you be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
you could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Verse 3: Chris Brown]
Ma, take a break, let me explain to you,
What ya body got a young boy ready to do.
If you take a chance, and let me put them things on you,
I could show you why I make them straight A's in school.
I'm a HUSTLA!
Trust my frame and age.
Got you thinking that I'm just too young to turn your page.
I can PICTURE!
Us switching lanes in the coupe
With you on the phone screaming my name.
(Chris!)

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
you be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
you could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Breakdown:]
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
Girl you serious and I been watching you. (Y'all ready)
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp
This's what your body's saying
Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp, womp, Wa-womp (yeahhhhh) (Y'all ready)
Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp, womp, Wo-womp
(Get e'm)
Okay

[Verse 4: Lil' Wayne]
Weezy-baby, baby what it do, I'm try to holla at you.
I ain't upset, but I'll blind you if I smile at you.
You rock'n wit young Chris and the best rapper.
So leave your phone, bring your friends, let the rest happen.
A lil' patron, a lil' hen, I'm on Cavalli Vodka.
I'm in Cavalli jeans, got on Cavalli boxers.
I'm fresher than a newborn.
And um:I can work you out like a futon.
And um:you can leave your birthday suit on,
I'ma leave my boots on.
I'ma leave my jewels on.
Never know what you want.
I'ma leave that tool on.
Never know who home.
I learned that from a Biggy song.
On to a new one.
Some like a redbone.
Ohh I think she like me, she got me on a ringtone.
And I told her, "Get yours, girl and don't you stop."
Now gimme that funk, that gushy stuff.
(OH!)

[Chorus (x2):]
Momma you may be 3 years older but you hot (gimme that)
you be talking like you like what I got (gimme that)
I know you like it how I lean in the 'lac,
you could be in the back saying (gimme, gimme, gimme)

[Outro (Spoken) Chris Brown]
V.A.
Yeah ha,
Yeah ma don't be frontin' like you don't know what's goin' on
Aight, yeah
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# Posté le dimanche 20 mai 2007 19:37

Don't Matter

Don't Matter Lyrics



Konvict Konvict
Oh
Ohoohwooe
Oooh
Ooohhwooe

Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you

Nobody wanna see us together
Nobody thought we'd last forever
I feel I'm hopin' and prayin'
Things between us gon' get better
Men steady comin' after you
Women steady comin' after me
Seem like everybody wanna go for self
And don't wanna respect boundaries
Tellin' you all those lies
Just to get on your side
But I must admit there was a couple secrets
I held inside
But just know that I tried
To always apologize
And I'ma have you first always in my heart
To keep you satisfied

Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you

Got every right to wanna leave
Got every right to wanna go
Got every right to hit the road
And never talk to me no more
You don't even have to call
Even check for me at all
Because the way I been actin' lately
Has been off the wall
Especially toward you
Puttin' girls before you
And they watchin' everything I been doin'
Just to hurt you
Most of it just ain't you
Ain't true
And they won't show you
How much of a queen you are to me
And why I love you baby

Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you

Oh oh oh oh oh
Cause I got you
Cause I got you
Ooooh
Cause I got you babe
Cause I got you

Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you babe
Cause we gon' fight
Oh yes we gon' fight
Believe we gon' fight
We gon' fight
Fight for our right to love yeah
Nobody wanna see us together
But it don't matter no
Cause I got you
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# Posté le lundi 02 avril 2007 20:04

Smack that

Smack That Lyrics


(feat. Eminem)

[Akon:]
Shady
Convict
Upfront
Akon
Slim Shady

I see the one, because she be that lady! Hey!
I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo
And possibly bend you over look back and watch me

[Chorus (2X):]
Smack that all on the floor
Smack that give me some more
Smack that 'till you get sore
Smack that oh-oooh!

Upfront style ready to attack now
Pull in the parking lot slow with the lac down
Convicts got the whole thing packed now
Step in the club now and wardrobe intact now!
I feel it down and cracked now (ooh)
I see it dull and backed now
I'm gonna call her, than I pull the mack down
Money no problem, pocket full of that now!

I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo
And possibly bend you over look back and watch me

[Chorus (2x)]

[Eminem:]

Ooh...Looks like another club banger
They better hang on when they throw this thing on
Get a lil drink on
They gonna flip for this Akon shit
You can bank on it!
Pedicure, manicure kitty-cat claws
The way she climbs up and down them poles
Looking like one of them putty-cat dolls
Trying to hold my woodie back through my draws
Steps upstage didn't think I saw
Creeps up behind me, she's like "You're!"
I'm like ya I know lets cut to the chase
No time to waste back to my place
Plus from the club to the crib it's like a mile away
Or more like a palace, shall I say
Plus I got pal if your gal is game
In fact he is the one singing the song that's playing
"Akon!"

[Akon:]
I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo
And possibly bend you over look back and watch me

[Chorus]

Eminem is rollin', d and em rollin' bo
And all marvelous them rolling
Women just holding big booty rolling'
Soon I'll be on Eminem throwing "D!"
Hitting no less than "Three!"
Block wheel style like "Whee!"
Girl I can tell you want me because lately

I feel you creeping, I can see it from my shadow
Wanna jump up in my Lamborghini Gallardo
Maybe go to my place and just kick it like TaeBo
And possibly bend you over look back and watch me

[Chorus]
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# Posté le lundi 02 avril 2007 19:56

Make It Rain

[Fat Joe]
Static!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!)
I'm in this bitch with the terror (We back! Let's go!)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We back!)
I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes

[R. Kelly:]
If you drilling these chicks they like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "yo... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming that you're the snake
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they getting' dirty dirty
Don't ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this
Leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B
But these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play mayn
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on you
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat

[Birdman:]
Fresh to death on 'em
We throwin' money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rose for my broad on them 23s
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Hook]

[T.I.:]
Come see me a crackin', in the club flossin'
40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
You'nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be category me
Like you can get a better salary to me
El capitan, game Numbero Uno
I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack:]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like custom money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money gotta clear to protect it from me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my bui-nah
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
305 in my yayo
Hey Khal, call Joe up
Let him know I'm bout to roll up
I just ran outta money
I need to borrow 50 thousand cash
Come through baby, make it rain
E class on the way to you
Gotta a hundred grand for you
Triple Cs
Oh yeah it's the remix
I be reppin my city
Blowin hundreds and fiftys
If the head, right Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin'
Uh, dubs, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends
My money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)
Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)
Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin'
hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of
Cause no one can do it better

[Fat Joe:]
Your crack girly
80s crack baby's momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Birth that, drop a baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80
Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin'
Bitch!

# Posté le mardi 20 mars 2007 17:38

SE KONSA'M YE PAPA

LUI AUSSI JE L'AIME MAIS PAS PLUS QUE 50CENT
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# Posté le lundi 31 juillet 2006 14:43