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leave you dozin', girl I put the pussy to sleep
So bust it open, you got somethin' I wanna see
I know you gotta man but your man isn't me
So let me

to control me, you can't
We are kissed by a chick called Ann, understand, man?
Let me tell you how it's going down
First people have to understand the world

found a cave
With a big-ass horde
And it was guarded by a big titty dragon lord
(Woo) had to shoot my shot
And you know that a nigga scored (Sheesh)
Yeah,

to me she unstable
But I got your back i'm never gonna leave you get that through your head
Do I got to print it out or did you fucking understand
If I

leave
plus I got a couple other tricks up my sleeve
cos..

[Chorus]
it's Cris Mind freak in the back of a Roll's
I know magic pooof do away with your

fine ass
I was blinded by bomb sex
Shorty got that Iraq
Woulda went to war for that
Kick it like we Jet Lee Jet Lee Jet lee
Pocket full of money money

them people talking
I'm trying to leave your clothes removed on the floor
Like they dirty and need a washing
Feeling blessed by your beauty, hypnotized

addy
He be talking sh** like we dont have his momma addy
Hit the 610 get it lit like a pep rally
Got some soldiers got some demons leave you in the alley

put that on my mother

I came to shake the rap game, leave it in shambles
Two straps in my hands yea I feel like I'm Rambo
Imma pull up in that new

on inside you, I can't tell, I'm no psychic
You my main, ain't no side chicks
Yeah I'm not sharing all of my shit
I'd rather keep it low key, keep it quiet

?
Saying that you can but I don't know if I'mma believe it
And I just wanna get up in that pussy leave it leakin'
But I know the moment that I do you're

Crazy in Love [Live]

Jay-Z

I Am...World Tour

2010

and I, and I, uh
It gets better, ordered another round
It's, about to go down
Got six model chicks, six bottles of Cris'
Four Belvederes, got weed

So enamoured by your shape and fineness
I'm obliged and honored to
Drape and lace you in diamonds
Wining and dining and
Good timing so essential for

Consistency, I got your back, I'll never leave
I'm worth it all, Realist chick you'll ever meet
I want the real, a man who's all for me
Protect this woman, teach

and causing seismic rifts
Got it down to a science since I was recording on a wireless
Smooth transmissions despite grinding shifts
That's why your chick's

Cook y'all niggas like we at multiple barbecues
Looks like you in the wrong place check ya molecules
My chick live with lavishness, she throw it back

I'm faking but I'm willing
To bet it I got my mind up on the money, and I'm running to Get it
And I be counting by the 20, and I'm tending
To forget it

Must of Got Lost [Live]

J. Geils Band

Houseparty: Anthology

1992

lost 
Give away the day you were mine 

Don't know why I let you leave me 
Honey I don't know 
See its hard to see lovin' comin baby 
But I have

the motions cleaver
It's whatever you want to do
I can tell by the way you been peepin
Trying to visit me on the weekend
Trying to have that bed squeaking

contingent upon our salaries, chains and chicks.
Shit, I'm a pray for my enemies and I'm a pray for my squad.
By God, it's on us. We gon' pray for Gaza twice

tatted ya my body telling stories 
Grew up on the block smoking weed sipping forties 
Bitches fucking (chicks be messing)with you but it’s sad cause they

moving in M.I.A, moving by myself
Money chasing ass nigga with a grudge up on his self
Fuck a chip up on my shoulder, it's a chick up on my belt
Nigga

We lane changing, no gang banging
On that ney ney so its lit
Me am so cold, a done frozoned
Put that ice all on my chick
I'm the cat dog, with the 9

thirteen and good
We had a hotter date it was just a number
She never told she was knocked up
By the end of the summer chick
Almost had me locked up
My aunt