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Albums:

Howard Jones: The Very Best of Howard Jones (Howard Jones) · Harlan Howard Sings Harlan Howard (Harlan Howard) · Howard Gospel Choir of Howard University (Howard Gospel Choir of Howard University) · The Best of Howard Jones (Howard Jones) · The Best of Howard Jones (Howard Jones) · The Best of Howard Jones (Howard Jones) · Rhino Hi-Five: Howard Jones (Howard Jones) · 100 Little Curses (Street Sweeper Social Club) · Water Curses (Animal Collective) · Magnetic Curses (Hutchinson, Hutch) – and 90 other albums »


music tracks about to sell another meal
My pants they saggin? from them hundred dollar bills
These haters hate but they don?t really wanna see the steal
to sell another meal
My pants they saggin' from them hundred dollar bills
These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steal
These haters hate
don't have to swear, curse or juggle
Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble
So mister Censorship, tell me, what's your problem
There's girlies
telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse
First I put a curse on every verse
I kind of got outrageous
Check it, even made a record on how I'm
telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse
First I put a curse on every verse
I kind of got outrageous
Check it, even made a record on how I'm
sad when you down nobody lends a helping hand
But when you blow up and don't help them you ? man
My grandma told me watch these hoes because they got
telling me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse
First I put a curse on every verse
I kind of got outrageous
Check it, even made a record on how I'm
how it sound like vicious 
I put my name on my game style tight like a dyke does bitches 
Watch me excite these bitches once they know who I be
[INTRO]
Icey
Why they got to hate on me?
(I don't know, I guess they love my swag, love my swag, love my swag)
Ha ha who? Mike Jones! Who? Mike
What kind of girl do you think we are?
Don't call us groupies
That is going too far
We wouldn't ball you
Just because you're a star

These girls wouldn't
(dear lord) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar
(no shit!) 

I don't want to stand here
All night in this bar! 

By two o'clock,
but this ain't one of them
DJ's off the books, go 'head put the gun at them
All groupie M.C.'s, I'm bout to start stunnin' 'em
Don't matter what crew,
not to cry and then they try to put out

Somebody bless all these girls that I never have met
But damn you and curse you after all that you've done
listen, ah, do you know how...
Do you know how to get to the chateau mormon from here?
Not exactly...is it by the, by the airport?
No no, we don't, we have
baby, the nature of the business is unstable
Especially when your project ain't properly promoted by your label
E'ry album I put out gold or platinum,
'em
Don't matter what crew, every last one of 'em
It's gettin' crowded in here, some acts got to go
Let's start by eliminatin' groups that can't flow
Yeah
I just took some Ecstasy
Ain't no telling what the side effects could be
All these fine bitches equal sex to me
Plus I got this bad bitch laying
to..

YO WHAT UP SCRAM JONES?
Mel-Man what's crackin'? 
What's up with all these ol' punk ass hoes in here?

[Ms. Roq]
Nigga WHUT??! I'm
rep the Bean, but he ain't strappin' the curse nope
It's in my head no need for pen and pad
See my mothers mind makes me one intelligent lad
And um,
pedicured toes

[Chorus]

[Ludacris]
You hear the song so dance, 
Don't always think I'm trying to get in your pants,
Cause see me my pimpin's in 3-D,
the homecomin at Howard, Hawaii to D.C. it's plenty women to see, so if
Yo ass don't show up it's more women for me, Heyy

[Chorus]

I'm in New York
("Toto... ! Toto... !"), blowing these terrible germs in his direction ("Come here, Toto... !"), and all of this caused ("Toto... !") by a huge mountain
why, I, can't, stand these scandalous hoes 
They see me gettin' riches, so they try to stick with me
But I ain't stupid, I know that they're plottin'
up C'ed up motherfucker blaze the weed up
We all on deck fool so put your heat up
I stay on deck so me don't get wet

Look my nigga, we can scatter
at Mr. Jackson, nigga with no reaction 
If you scared, go to church, we gon' hit you where it hurts 
That don't work, we'll put you in the dirt 
Cause