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Love Songs: The Best of Vanessa Williams (Vanessa Williams) · Love Songs: The Best of Vanessa Williams (Vanessa Williams) · The Best of Vanessa Williams (Vanessa Williams) · Best of Vanessa Williams: 20th Century Masters/The Christmas Collection (Vanessa Williams) · The Very Best of Vanessa Williams [Polygram International] (Vanessa Williams) · Best of Vanessa Williams: 20th Century Masters/The Christmas Collection (Vanessa Williams) · The Very Best of Vanessa Williams [Universal Japan] (Vanessa Williams) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Vanessa Williams (Vanessa Williams) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Vanessa Williams (Vanessa Williams) · 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection: The Best of Vanessa Williams (Vanessa Williams) – and 90 other albums »


one
To make you tap dance with a shotgun
On Donahue they said they had weapons
Just to teach black people one lesson
But I ain't goin' to your
sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance,
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed tonight.
Vanessa Williams, ooh, you're so divine, 
Just wanted
tonight at the star club 
Where we can get in for free 
If they give you some flak at the front door 
Just tell them that you're with me 
I know I'm
to the same old cds
 
This is for the kids in the clubs and the street
Talkin' 'bout you work three deity
Get on the dance floor where the music is free
y'all are like here we go
The whole club in the mix y'all are movin

bobbin your head while the ladies are smoothin

Chorus

if your game is tight then I
Let's see, body oil, check 
Incense, check 
Environmental records, double check! 
I'ma get some serious drawers tonight, think I ain't? 
Let's
of puzzle
Damage em so bad, they can't stop me
Not enough body left to get an autopsy
Skinheads, stakin em out
Bloodshed, takin em out
Caught one of em,
never seen
And you walk up in the club, straight holding her hand, like you the man
But deep in your hear you know she's a fan
'Cause she's struck by
about to get it
Like how she move her body
So I'm about to hit it
Now put it on her (put it on her)[Repeat: x4]


Baby tell me if your ready to go
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
tonight.
Vanessa Williams, ooh, you're so divine, 
Just wanted to put your name in my rhyme,

And doowutchyalike,
Yeah, everybody doowutchyalike.
[Hey,
on the air
And it's clear that your sales going down
Down by law then you found the raw
On a message board and you sounding off
These niggas get the whole
Look at your body, your man needs help
Stop your selfish, I get next
Take my hand, I'll do the rest
Tell me what you want girl is it S-E-S-E-X
Daddy,
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way...
It ain't nothing but a party here
From the early evening til the break of day
So step this way and let your mind be free
And by the way "welcome
hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Don't trip baby
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of them
about to get it
Like how she move her body
So I'm about to hit it
Now put it on her (put it on her)[Repeat: x4]


Baby tell me if your ready to go
who be ditchin' y'all like hooky
Honey's wanna get up on me like suki-suki
They call me on my celly talkin' bout mushi-mushi
They pullin' on my body
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
You
You're a lint ball who moves on the whim of the wind
Confused flexible movement for freedom
That ain't free
If the walls we keep bouncing off
don't need no gun
But it's the nineties, and n****s don't bump by the end of the round
The clown bound to dump, young chump

You don't want to get
to get caught up in my mix
Cause I'm a soldier, blasting at the rollers, bitch
We don't never ever, talk no shit
Unless we mack that shit up, nigga you
To strip clubs
They slip drugs
Into the drinks that kids love
Tell us to drink up and get buzzed
This is the buzz kill jump into the saddle
Emerge from
the teck
I might end up stealing you bitch
Catch a body hide out in the Jets, Jets jersey with hat to match
Smack you bitch I'm in the club with Mack Jay
hoes at the club ready to pack they shit and go
Don't trip baby
After the club you can jump off in my whip baby
And let a nigga get a sample of them