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Albums:

A Tribute to Kelly Clarkson (Hutchinson, Hutch) · A Tribute to Kelly Clarkson (Idol Worship International) · Kids Tribute to Kelly Clarkson (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Cumbia Mix Mix Mix, Vol. 2 (Acapulco Tropical) · Before Sunset and Before Sunrise (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Before Your Love (Kelly Clarkson) · The Feels Like I'm In Love: the Best of Kelly Moore (Kelly Marie) · Soulful Love: The Best of Pat Kelly: 1967 to 1974 (Pat Kelly) · The Mix Tape Before 9/11 (Mobb Deep) · Deaf Before Dishonor Mix (Jmac) – and 90 other albums »


like Kelly Clarkson
I beg your pardon, oopsie daisy
Went to get the Range, but the coupe was crazy
So they had to hate it
Same people shake your hand
Eyed Peas
    Drop It Low Lyrics
    by Ester Dean
    At The Bottom Lyrics
    by Brand New
    Somebody To Love Lyrics
    by Leighton Meester
like Kelly Clarkson
I know we were free to sleep around town
But I figured you said that 'cause how I get down
Now, of course, you were out there
like Kelly Clarkson
I know we were free to sleep around town
But I figured you said that 'cause how I get down
Now, of course, you were out there
There's no reason to hurry
Just start the brand-new story
Set it alight, we're head over heels in love
Head over heels
The ringing of your laughter
It
There's no reason to hurry
Just start the brand-new story
Set it alight, we're head over heels in love
Head over heels
The ringing of your laughter
It
pure precon foot action Tone 
like the Brax-ton, Fox nigga get your smash on 

No one's gonna love you, the way I do 
Nobody, I can love you better
There's no reason to hurry
Just start the brand-new story
Set it alight, we're head over heels in love
Head over heels
The ringing of your laughter
It
was just a snotty nose age six
Young buck, just graduate
And your lyin when you say your street educated
Cause I'ma veteran boy and you's a new booty
So
under your infra red beam 



Once again, get low for the East O 

Add a little recipe to the gumbo 



Verse4(Da Unda Dogg) 

Add me 

Mix
my man, tonight

From the bed to the kitchen
To the livin? room and couch
We done blessed every room
In this New York penthouse

Miami estate house by
) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new) shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick

[Verse: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm
The events that followed had me folly if your hometown would be
Heaven or hell
The angelic nastiness you possess made you by far the best
Therefore hard
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Alright, before we get it started
Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys
And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon'
Was written by
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York nigga
right here Fire Marshall, verbal pair of pliers I pry apart you
Lump on your head designed by a bar stool
Designed by a cartoon
Before I need to be
louie bag on your neck
Baby remember before you had shoes
When yo’ life was filled with nothing but bad news
See everything I rock and wear is handmade
Yeah
Dre, he a Compton-Compton O.G.
Nas, he a QB-QB true G
Do the history

Way before The Firm, like back in the day
Nas was the first New York ****
) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new) shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick

[Verse: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your latitude
I'm
Or anybody swing an axe at my family tree, so now

[Chorus: Nate Dogg]
I love it when you niggaz be talkin, sayin my name
Seems like your mouth is not
new) bitch, pumpin' my (brand new) shit
You don't like it - get off my (brand new) dick

[Verse: Kanye West]
They say your attitude determines your
family tree, so now

[Chorus]
I love it when you niggas be talkin', sayin' my name
Seems like your mouth is not connected to your brain
palms would cake up
Before they told me they love me and we'll never breakup
Before the time she makes love, to someone that I thought was, my homeboy
But
[Chorus]

Cool V, give me a drum roll

This is the ending, conclusion, kapiche?
Of this new hip-hop masterpiece
About people countin' chickens before