Lyrics:
I need someone to whistle at me,
Gonna disconnect you,
Electra-
C.B,
C.B,
Dinah's gone and made a disconnection!
C.B,
C.B,
You gotta help me in the final section!
Ladies and gentlemen (yay)
You are now tuned in (woo)
Phinzel (Snoop Dogg)
Budders, Jupiter (hey)
You are now tuned in (woo)
Phinzel (C.B.)
Baby, do you even know
That I got my eyes on you? Oh (baby)
Oh baby (yeah), anything, oh-whoa
The things you do (you do) for you, oh (woo)
But I'ma have you work for free tonight
Come and spend some time with me
I never wanted love, but now I'm open to it (open, open)
Miss Independent, hope you're open to it (ooh, open)
I never wanted love, but now I'm (ooh-wee)
Hey, girl, you know you're
I-N-D-E-P-E-N-D-E-N-T, you know what that means
You need to let S-N-double O-P D-O-Double G knee deep in them jeans
Let a nigga blaze up (blaze up)
Touch down on the West and soak the sun rays up
Blow smoke out the six deuce
And pour another cup of that gin and juice (woo)
Now you and your girlfriend sippin' too
We gon' crash out on Slauson, that Nipsey blue
You never actin' funny style (never)
Them veneers in yo' mouth, girl, you got a money smile (cha ching)
Hold on like a tight grip (tight grip)
Shakin' that ass, you turn me on like a light switch (woo)
Let them tell it, you be actin' funny, babe (oh)
Do good for yourself and get your money, baby (oh)
Go on and put it down (hey)
What you do is (ladies)
It really turned me on (on)
Turns me on, ooh
It really turns me on (oh)
Turns me on, oh (come here)
Hand over your heart if you in love, baby
Kissin' on your body 'til you can't take it
Silencer on the gun, I'm locked and loaded
Pedal to the metal, foot down and floor it
I won't say shit 'cause you hard-headed
As long as we together, whippin' it, ah yeah
Girl, ain't nobody doin' it like papi chulo (oh-whoa)
This a fiesta, pull your dress when we're together (oh, na, na)
This ain't no disco, Snoopadellic
With the cryptocash on me, you could smell it (smell it)
Now breathe it in, wait to exhale, now breathe again
You smell like money, dressed to kill
Wave my wand, we can disappear
In a Cadillac spaceship
Over the hills and palm trees to the Matrix (C.B)
Let them tell it, you be actin' funny, babe (oh)
Do good for yourself and get your money, baby (oh)
Go on and put it down
What you do is
It really turned me on (on)
Turns me on, ooh
It really turns me on (oh)
Turns me on, oh (come here)
Snoop Dogg, C.B
Haha, yeah
Another Jazze Fizzle productshizzle
Do it to 'em, C.B
Chris Brown, Snoop Dogg, oh, boom
Ah dah dat dat dat, dah dah dat dat
Well it's a mighty lonesome feelin'
F C
listenin' to the wind a-howlin'
F C C/b Am
watchin' raindrops come a-fallin'
D7 G(7)
to the pavement outside your door
C F C
It's a fool I am for waitin'
F C
for the sound of your returnin'
F C C/b Am
for the sound of gentle breathin'
G7 C
footsteps 'cross the floor
F G C
Well I can't remain no longer
I'm headed out to Colorado
When the sun brings in the mornin'
I'll be leavin' on my way
Well the grass is growin' green there
a warm winds rollin' down the mountain
down inside some lonesome canyon
that's where I mean to stay
If you ever come to Denver
mama please don't try to find me
all you do is just remind me
of the way you let me down
Well dreams they're easily shattered
but ya got to go on livin'
maybe that's the reason
I'm Colorado bound
If a dream's enough to ease your hungry sorrow
F C (/b) G
And a song's enough to blow your tears away
F C C/b
And all you need's a rhyme
Am F
To help you pass your time
G (G7) C
Well, meet me down the line on gypsy Friday
F C C/b
If all you need's a rhyme,
Am F
To help you pass your time
G (G7) C
Meet me down the line on gypsy Friday
If your mind's alive and free and flyin' easy
Then I'd like to take you with me if I may
Listen to me friend
You better best begin
Throwing secrets to the winds of gypsy Friday
If you want to call me friend
Then friend, you best begin
Throwing secrets to the winds of gypsy Friday
You can lay aside your bucket full of teardrops
Believe me, friend it ain't a game I play
When you can give your soul
And come in from the cold
Well, there's stories to be told of gypsy Friday
When you can give you soul
And come in from the cold
Well, there's stories to be told of gypsy Friday
So if you're feelin' scared and just a little lonesome
You can dry your eyes and put you fears away
And when all the tears are gone
And you wanna come along
Well, I'll sing for you a song of gyspy Friday
When all the tears are gone
And you wanna come along
Well, I'll sing for you a song of gypsy Friday
On detonation, overload the mind of a said patient
When it balls to steam, it comes to it
We all fiends gotta do it, even righteous minds go through this
True this, the streets school us to spend our money foolish
Bond with jewelers and, watch for intruders
I stepped it up another level, meditated like a Buddhist
Recruited lieutenants with ludicrous, dreams of
Getting cream let's do this, it gets tedious
So I keep one eye open like, C-B-S, ya see me
Stressed right? Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Can I live?
Roc-A-Fella y'all
Mami, bitch know how to find me
Out 'til the late night, studio trouble maker
Ass don't know how to take a (murderous) love the hater
Flows like an elevator, 'cause each level I'm up, I get off
Fucker, who want to cross the line
It's real thin with a pad and a pen
And I spit ten and throw ya'll six for the win
Again - ya'll heard me, niggaz thought but the chicks all girly
Body all curvy, fuck how the world be
I'm mobbin' on the top of ya'll
I-N-see and C.B. cock-blockin' ya'll, Chuck
[Chorus:]
J'ai jamais rien vu d'au'
J'ai jamais rien vu d'aussi haut
Oh, c'est haut, c'est haut New York
New York U.S.A.
Time and Life Building (oh, c'est haut)
American Hotel (oh, c'est haut)
C.b.s.
, Got my mind on my money and my money in my pocket
Who the fuck gon' stop it, time for the honey is up
So dummy it up, who the FUCK gon' knock it
Now that The Inc. locked it, Chuck
[Hook]
[Charli Baltimore]
We got vision by I.G. - hook by Ashanti
Got Chuck spittin, where the fuck ya'll fit in
Those without my name recognition
C.B. - bitch of the commission, still play my position
Oh, won't settle, put the foot to the pedal
And knee short Staletto's, the chick is still ghetto
Hold the bitch down, but not on her
I'm rissen, mind driven like hundred mile commissions
How I'm spittin, niggaz is rewritin, and I'm just bullshittin
Gon' know when I'm hittin (uh)
Wrists start slittin, I'm killin 'em soft
A Predator, Slow Burn and I'm killin 'em off
Now, back to back let's pace it, 5 steps
Who wanna test the streets is on a record
187 mami, click behind me, ya'll know what the sellin be
Kill 'em with the melody, Chuck
[Hook]
[Charli Baltimore]
Now who that baige bitch poppin that shit like she cocky eyed
Inc. mami, bitch know how to find me
Out 'til the late night, studio trouble maker
Ass don't know how to take a (Murderous) love the hater
Flows like an elevator, 'cause each level I'm up, I get off
Fucker, who wanna cross the line
It's real thin with a pad and a pen
And I spit 10 and throw ya'll 6 for the win
Again - ya'll heard me, niggaz thought but the chicks all girly
Body all curvy, FUCK how the world be
I'm mobbin' on the top of ya'll
I-N-see and C.B. cock-blockin' ya'll, Chuck
[Hook]
Ridin' 'round town with all the windows down
Eight track playin' all your fav'rite sounds
The rhythm of the bongos fill the park
The street musicians tryin' to get a start
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Stretched out on a blanket in the sand
Kids of all ages diggin' Disneyland
Rappin' on the C.B. radio in your van
We'll give a big ten four to the truckin' man
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Young boys playin' stick ball in the street
Fire hydrants help to beat the heat
Old man feeding pigeons in the square
Nighttime finds young lovers walking there
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
In Atlantic City or out in Malibu
Or any where between, I'm telling you
When you feel those balmy breezes on your face
Summer time is the best time any place
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here (yes it is)
Yes it's summer
My time of year
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer (yes it is)
My time of year
Wide smile, high style, that's me
Out front, in back, CB
Wrong side of the track CB
Ten four Smokey bear i could be anywhere
You know I'm to blame
But you don't know my name
Wide smile, high style, that's me
Out front, in back, CB
Wrong side of the track CB
CB hanging loose cB the red caboose
Playing to your empty room, empty guitar tune,
No use waiting for that C.B.S. to come around.
'Cause all roads out of here,
Seem to lead right back to your Rock Island.
Rock Island.
Baby, show me something
You done spent bread on her
And it's all for nothing (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, let me see)
(Uh-huh) when a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (can't do nothin' for you)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (oh no)
Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal
Yeah, yeah, let me see
(Uh-huh) when a rich nigga want you (want you, baby)
And your nigga can't do nothing for ya (oh whoa-oh)
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (they been playin' games, yeah)
Whoa, these hoes ain't loyal (no)
Yeah, yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Yeah, let me see
Let me see
Oh, these hoes ain't loyal (let me see)
I may not have a whole lot of money
But I got enough to cover you and me
I'm taking off won't you come with me honey
Gonna take you all the way to Paris, Tennessee
I want to show you the riviera
Got new tires and a good C.B.
Put on some lipstick and your mascara
Cause were going all the way to Paris, Tennessee
Baby I adore you
Don't say I never done nothin' for you
That just ain't true
Baby, I adore you
Don't say I never done nothin' for you
That just ain't true
We may not see no Eiffel tower
But I got a cousin that I want you to meet
And he can pick the wildwood flower
Better than anybody down in Paris, Tennessee
We're goin' all the way to Paris, Tennessee
Oo la la baby
I was tripping looking at my portfolio
Wondering how I was gonna make enough dough y'know
Called up a friend who wrote for One Tree Hill and Jericho
He had a job for me, and check it, with a four-letter company
Get it on
Get it on
Hey, I got a proposition for ya
How 'bout you let me keep my profits as a scorer
Record sales are shrinking, I'm gettin' poorer
I got a kid to feed, how about you cut a deal with me
Ha! Hey look, Liz we see you as a commodity
We've been with you since Day One and that's an oddity
And after a series of phone calls
To the great publishing houses of Ursa Minor,
I reached my representative, who pulled out the contract
From the File Cabinet
On microfiche
In the form of Tablets
Made of stone
Then he said
Let me see, it's here in my folder
Oh shit, you're twenty years older
Still hot, but getting a lot colder
And you wanna cut a what with me
Let me tell you how it's done here in the Hollywood
Maybe you was thinking you was in the Bollywood
If I wanna break the rule, you know I probably could
C-B-S has gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T
C-B-S has gotta R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Liz, I'd love to help you out
But we have what we call Standards and Practices
In legal terms, we're referring to this as a recoupable interest
In an artist's compositions on vinyl, plastic, digital
And all transmittable airwaves
For a period of no less than six or nine years
In all territories of the Earth
The solar system and the known universe
And I replied
Listen here, my dear little Roni
Don't you give me no phoney-baloney
This is not my first Pretty Pony
Don't you know you're fucking with me
Oh, it's a bad day for the pool boy
Come to clean, and discover you, boy
Face down and feet turning blue, boy
Now your eyes are closed, you finally have the sight to see
It's all mine
It's all mine
It's all mine
(Yeah) let's hit McDonald's
It's T.P. And C.B.
I'm the nappy boy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh-wee (hey)
She want that lovey-dovey (lovey-dovey) (oh, ohhh)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss) (ou, oh)
In her mind she fantasize (whoa)
'Bout getting wit' me (woo)
They hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
They wanna diss this (diss this)
'Cause she mine and so fine (so fine)
And thick as can be
She want that lovey-dovey (lovey-dovey) (yeah)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss) (yeah)
In her mind she fantasize
'Bout getting wit' me (gettin' with me, shawty)
They hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
They wanna diss this (diss this)
'Cause she mine and so fine (T-Pain, Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here, man, and I just wanna leave with (told y'all it was gon' go like this)
If you ain't got it by now then you just ain't getting it, yeah (ha, yeah)
Let's go, Nappy Boy (ayy) and Pretty Boy (ayy)
Nappy boy (ayy) and Pretty Boy (ayy)
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy (hit us up, man) and Pretty Boy
850-321-8692 (Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy)
804-698-5430 (let's go), yeah
Well, I no longer can recall
F C
All the times you made me crawl
(F) G G7
All the times you made me hang my head and cry
C
But still the teardrops fall
F C
And lord what's worst of all
G F C
I just ain't got the nerve to say goodbye
F
I'm waitin' for the day
C
When I can hide my love away
(F) G G7
And stand up like a man so tall and free
F
Then you'll be the one to say
C C/b Am
Oh darlin', can't you stay
G F C
I don't know what I'd do if you should leave me
Oh girl, I don't know why
You always have to try
To hurt me to make me feel ashamed
Oh, but someday by and by
You're gonna be the one to cry
And walk the floor and sadly call my name
Oh, I'm waitin' for the day
When I can hide my love away
And stand up like a man so tall and free
Then you'll be the one to say
Oh darlin', can't you stay
I don't know what I'd do if you should leave me
Oh, but it looks like until then
I'll throw pride to the wind
And try to make believe that I don't know
That a day is comin' when
You won't do me wrong again
And I will be the one to turn and go
I'm waitin' for the day
When I can hide my love away
And stand up like a man so tall and free
Then you'll be the one to say
Oh darlin', can't you stay
I don't know what I'd do if you should leave me
(Yeah) let's hit McDonald's
It's T.P. And C.B.
I'm the nappy boy, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ooh-wee (hey)
She want that lovey-dovey (lovey-dovey) (oh, ohhh)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss) (ou, oh)
In her mind she fantasize (whoa)
'Bout getting wit' me (woo)
They hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
They wanna diss this (diss this)
'Cause she mine and so fine (so fine)
And thick as can be
She want that lovey-dovey (lovey-dovey) (yeah)
That kiss kiss (kiss kiss) (yeah)
In her mind she fantasize
'Bout getting wit' me (gettin' with me, shawty)
They hatin' on me (hatin' on me)
They wanna diss this (diss this)
'Cause she mine and so fine (T-Pain, Chris Brown)
And thick as can be (yeah, yeah)
We are live back on Nappy Boy Radio
This is your boy DJ Pain (oh yeah, yeah)
I gotta get outta here, man, and I just wanna leave with (told y'all it was gon' go like this)
If you ain't got it by now then you just ain't getting it, yeah (ha, yeah)
Let's go, Nappy Boy (ayy) and Pretty Boy (ayy)
Nappy boy (ayy) and Pretty Boy (ayy)
Boy, I say, Nappy Boy (hit us up, man) and Pretty Boy
850-321-8692 (Nappy, Nappy, Nappy and Pretty Boy)
804-698-5430 (let's go), yeah
Ridin' 'round town with all the windows down
Eight track playin' all your fav'rite sounds
The rhythm of the bongos fill the park
The street musicians tryin' to get a start
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Stretched out on a blanket in the sand
Kids of all ages diggin' Disneyland
Rappin' on the C.B. radio in your van
We'll give a big ten four to the truckin' man
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Yes it's summer
My time of year
Young boys playin' stick ball in the street
Fire hydrants help to beat the heat
Old man feeding pigeons in the square
Nighttime finds young lovers walking there
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
In Atlantic City or out in Malibu
Or any where between, I'm telling you
When you feel those balmy breezes on your face
Summer time is the best time any place
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer
My time of year
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here (yes it is)
Yes it's summer
My time of year
'Cause it's summer
Summer time is here
Yes it's summer (yes it is)
My time of year
Intro: C C/B F/A C C/B Gsus4
F/G C C/B F/A G/B C G/B
Nas tuas veredas senhor, eu quero sempre andar
C C/B F/A G/B C C/E
As tuas palavras, senhor eu quero sempre escutar
F G/F Esus4 E/G# Am
As tuas verdades senhor, quero levar comigo onde for.
I must have sneezed
On knees I freeze
I mean I just choked up
Somehow I slept
I dream, I mean
I dreamt of nothing
Able to breathe a sweet relief
Now that you're here for me
A northern degree
Dove into me
Now I'm recovering
[Chorus]
I only want you to see
My favorite part of me,
And not my ugly side...
Not my ugly side.
Hook up a C.B. Wave a way
For conversation flow.
Murder Inc baby
[Tah Murdah]
Y'all motherfuckers know what this shit is
Take over nigga (gimme that shit man)
Funk Flex nigga
Murder Inc nigga
Tah Murdah, Black Child, C.B., O1
And my nigga Ja Rule
[Black Child & Tah Murdah]
Yeah put your motherfuckin fingers in the air, we here
And it's money and murda all year
Yo it's nothing but the money, gettin cash you feel us
A hundred mill is deep all black we killers
Nothing but the realer niggaz and we after skrilla
So if you in the path or blockin the cash, block and we blast
Bitch nigga throw em up, we still don't give a fuck
This is Flex shit we party reckless you can't exit
And all my nillas if you willin to win it like we in it
Throw your guns up, throw em up, and fuck keepin the chome tucked
Spit on some shit and shatted and tear your bones up
Cadillac Escalade sittin on dubs, chromed up
We blow dro in the no-smoking sections
Toting weapons, smokin sessions
Nigga better respect it or the paramedics be pressing on your chest
When you gasp for breathe minutes away from death
Remorseless, yeah never the less
When I spit shit'll rip through your leather and vest
All my 70's babies on Henny and Haze
Feel me baby, I was slingin twenties in the shade
Killers hate me, niggaz wanna see me in my grave
Niggaz make me, wanna grab the milly and spray
I'm a Pov City hustler, I'm from the Woodhull gutters
Which means it's still murda motherfucker
[Chorus: Ronnie Bumps]
Have you ever had a pussy nigga runnin his mouth
That's a nigga that you kill, let him die down south
Get in there, catch the body, spit it and bounce
I'm druged up of an ounce of 'dro, I want dough
And the same niggaz who killed your pops, kill em all
Stop, wait, multiply the eight
Feelin the hate, walls come out, get on one
Proper, killer, copper, shit has just begun
[C.B.]
(If I were to)
Sixty-four hours since my baby spoke to me
He kissed me, now I love his dopamine
I tried go to sleep but my brain on 2C-B
You won't believe what happened to me, I
Drip, drip, drip with the cold IV
Out of consciousness if I ever slipped it
I been gone, moving high speed now
That's my song, let me hear that bounce
Latin boy, Frida Kahlo brow
Jacquemus jeans, Ferragamo brown
Venetian walls with the porcelain tile
286 Donnie Darko town
If I'm down would you help me out
If I'm down would you help me out
I had to call you back to tell you that (call me back)
You could have spared my feelings (could have spared my feelings)
I'm not invincible
I'm not invincible (I'm not invincible)
I had to call you back to tell you that (call me back)
You could have spared my feelings (could have spared)
I'm not invincible
I'm not invincible (I'm not invincible)
If I were to go (go, go, go)
Tell me, would you notice me?
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TUM JO ccYE HO MERI DUNIYc MEIN
cB KISI Kc BHI INTZcR NcHI
KITNI CHcHcT CHUPcYE BcITHc HOON
YE Nc SOCHO KI MUJHKO PYcR NcHI
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