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I Think It's Gonna Work Out Fine

Linda Ronstadt

Get Closer

1982

Duet by Linda Ronstadt and James Taylor

written by Rose Marie McCoy, Sylvia McKinney
© 1961 Ben-Ghazi Enterprises Inc (BMI)

Darling, been

hangtime
Let off nine to your face
Diana Ross, just hit a melody, an earthquake
White flag bangin'-ass nigga, I
Sleep with my MAC, nigga
All these bitches

I just landed in from Prague
In Diana feel like Ross
Never worried bout a broad
Even when I work abroad
I come from the brickyard
And I'm

want to crib like Ross
What do you make of it? What do you take from it?
I just want the things want the blings
At the end we all just want the same

All in, often
I'm hopping in that bitch Rocking, locked in
Baby girl you know the vision Prospering, prospering
I'm never afraid to pop shit
Pop

taking my shots
On the computers facing the future
Looking back connecting the dots
Fearsome and anxious hitting the canvas
Style's Supreme like Diana Ross

Go Hard

Kanye West

We Run NY

2009

head, spit that murder I wrote
Man I don't care what you felt,
Fuck you nigga, I know I'm dope
Felt Like I couldn't really give it my all,
Felt like I had

Usual Suspects

Nas

Usual Suspects

2009

wanna take us,
Cause we bringing all of the paper, n
From nothing, to something,
You know us we the Usual Suspects.

[Rick Ross]
17 trying man up,

when rappers couldn't handle bars
Auto-tune got them all singing like Diana Ross
You're fired cause I been a boss
You're going through a motion like

Holla at Me

Fat Joe

Listennn... The Album

2006

DJ Khaled
DJ Terror Squad
And he goes by the name of

You got the right one, it's Weezy fuckin' baby
And if your woman lookin', I'll let

Everything slow down like you took a breath
Checking all dem girl pum imma fit to wet
Looking at d man hearing a RAx cassette 
Good boy, high man
Good boy,

sauce it for you real quick, hey
Diana Ross it for you real quick
Cause I'm gon' mix it
Baby I'm finna fix it
Trust, I hit a stride
So baby I'm finna flip

a Beretta
Smoke too loud hatin' hoes won't shut up
Pay the cost to be a boss like Rick Ross
All this work in my reach I'ma get off
Better tighten up fore'

all the muscle....BITCH you heard what i said....

Rick ross he ain't got no muscle, he just a big ass dude that
Knows how to hustle, wanna be like him

I Believe in Me

Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes

Supernova

2001

end where it begins
Who cares what the cause is
Too many bosses cause divorces
And I don't take losses
Well I play with a team
But I'm a Diana Ross

slam
A one ton sumo as a young chap on Colfax
With no dough stacked
I went up in Diana Ross raw
Caught the soul clap
Big brother tapped my phone
That's

you attainable
The way you crooked need a retainer hoe
Hold on bitch calm down I ain't captain save a hoe
Got me a bitch like Diana Ross, other one

children
Keep a trustee just in case
Hit my lawyer she official
Told my niggas sayonara
To be honest I won't miss you
All the years I felt this misuse
Many

Another Round

Fat Joe

Another Round

2011

(that you want it)
I can tell just by the way you push it out and flaunt it, you bad (flaunt it, you bad)
Somethin' like Dirty Diana
Body dope

to a boss
Attention is paying my cost
Fuck is you talking about feel like I'm Ross
Chef in the kitchen I can't spill the sauce
When I wake up
I think about

Now this your loving, baby na na
Baby you're my sweet girl
Baby you're my sweet girl ni oo baby
Baby baca nla nla ah

Baby diana, baby diana, baby diana

Blessing In Disguise

Scarface

Mastermind

2014

bag it up, sell it
Aroma so loud, so loud that you can smell it
Kept to them niggas getting caught go and tell it

Every time I turn around, y'all got

stunting for something
Hated days when money was the topic of discussion
There's a new me coming out no Diana Ross
One to make you jump jump sort of like I'm

words are dull.
Cruel destiny has other plans for us, but I will always think of you, my darling.

We can no longer sing together as a duet
I'm leaving