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Darling Corey/Goofing-Off Suite (Pete Seeger) · Darling Corey (Pete Seeger) · I'm Just Corey (Corey) · Best of Corey Hart [1998 EMI] (Corey Hart) · Darling Corey/Goofing-Off Suite (Pete Seeger) · Best of Corey Hart [Aquarius] (Corey Hart) · Corey Clark [CD & DVD] (Corey Clark) · Corey Hart (Corey Hart) · The Best of Corey Hart [2006 EMI] (Corey Hart) · I'm Just Corey (Corey) – and 90 other albums »


Is I can pick you up, you slide in this truck
I can hear you singing

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Let me hear you sing it
Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh
Freedom is
back 
but he's not, so don't act cute 
Cause if you do you in hot pursuits 

[PMD] It's my thing 
[Parrish Smith] 
As the song goes on you will
to jam me up
I continue on my mission to my Grandma''s house
Hollering at my homeboy who just got out
What's up let's roll
Get you some clothes
Take you
Jazz music, jazz music, jazz music

In the 40's came be-bop, the first be-bop
The real be-bop, so let me talk about
Diz' and Byrd, givin' the word
lived in the ghetto)...or the projects 



But I wear my Tim boots and Hi-Tecs, and I wrecks havoc 



And if you try to play me I won't have it
on the map
Y'nahI'msayin?

I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch
You should see me when fienin' for microphones that I can clutch
to the game that put me on the map 
You know what I'm sayin'? 

I know you love it, the game is so irresistible to touch 
You should see me when fienin' for
me get my fuckin smoke on
I'll have your mother recitin my shit like she singin the fuckin boat song
Now watch the story unfold nigga
Bullets
At the building refused
My girl left me
Roberta Flack said
Never you mind
Love may lose
But at least you tried
The wisdom hit me in the eyes
And I almost cried
If only you knew could let me in
I no that love would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you

Yo my mommy toy was
[Voice]
If only you knew could let me in
I no that love would begin
If only I could rap to you
I know this love would capture you
(killa)
I'm just kidding, let's love each other
It goes lick, swallow, suck, and order another
Do what you like, don't nobody care
It's a sign of success only
easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}

Now I'm better than
you)
Here's my number (true) call me at the crib at 2

[Chorus]

Hey yo, tell me what went wrong to make me write this song
Used to have it going
emcees, don't you know 
Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano 
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel 
Don't let me hear you say I ain't
about {T-Pain}
I want my baby back! {'Lo-so} And I thought it would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
me get my fuckin smoke on
I'll have your mother recitin my shit like she singin the fuckin boat song
Now watch the story unfold nigga
Bullets
Girl, it's my love you can't handle
I see you walkin' on the way home from work
Your Tesco tunic really drives me berserk

I'm for real, it ain't no
would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}

Now I'm
would be easy
But it's hard for me to let you GO~!
(Baby don't) GO! (Baby don't) go!
(Baby don't) go (baby don't) {y'all know what this is}

Now I'm
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!

(Joe Budden)

Them wolves is out nigga

(Ransom)
gotta school y'all to the game (one, two, one, two), you know what lets talk to em, Lets go!

(Joe Budden)

Them wolves is out nigga

(Ransom)
can't stop singin' it 
(I told you to stop singin' that song!) 

I got a little sumpin' 
Turn it up, make it pumpin' 
Let's sing it real loud 
Everybody
emcees, don't you know 
Moving my hand like I'm playing the piano 
Don't touch the dial, don't change the channel 
Don't let me hear you say I ain't
dogs big as Bruce Smith to block me 

It's Blake on the grape, pouring ya juice, tickle your weight 

Just might be, politely, leave your man to ache