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JENNIFER LOPEZ LYRICS
"Get Right"
[Verse
1:]
Ya lookin' just a little too hard at me
Standin' just a little too close to me
Ya sayin not quiet enough
to me
Ya sippin's just a little too slow for me
No doubt ya playin' around cool homie
Got me thinkin' what is it
you can do for me
Trippin' ova it, a little more than I should be
So let ya self go and get right with me
[Chorus:]
I'm
about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get
get riiiiiiiight get riiiiiiight, we can
get right
I'm about to fill your cup, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get riiiiiiight toniiiiiiight,
we can get right
Do you want more? [4x]
[Verse 2:]
Ya lips talkin' bout I play too much
Can't
a woman take advantage of what she wants
My hands movin' oh so slow
But probably you don't know
All I need is you
here right by my side
Take whatever ya want, baby let's ride
And whatever ya want so you need to sign
Just put ya
name on the dotted line
[Chorus:]
I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we
can get
get riiiiiiiight get riiiiiiight, we can get right.
I'm about to fill your cup, we can get right
Before
the night is up, we can get riiiiiiight toniiiiiiight, we can get right
[Bridge:]
So much we've got to say
But
so little time
And if tonight ain't long enough
Don't leave love behind (Don't leave love behind)
Take my hand, I'll
show you how
[Chorus x3:]
I'm about to sign you up, we can get right
Before the night is up, we can get
riiiiiiight get riiiiiiight, we can get right.
I'm about to fill your cup, we can get right
Before the night is up,
we can get riiiiiiight toniiiiiiight, we can get right
[Thanks to xBoricuaprince@migente.com for these lyrics]
[Thanks
to lambsray06@yahoo.com, jolly_rancher_15@hotmail.com, sashauna99@htomail.com for correcting these lyrics]
T.I. LYRICS
"Bring Em
Out"
[Intro: Jay Z snippet]
(Bring 'em out, Its hard to yell when the barrels in ya mouth) Swizzie!
(Bring
'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) T.I.
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out) Aye!
[Verse
1]
TIP comin live from the VIP, heard the night life lost life when I leave
Both the Feds and the State wanna see
my need
The whole city got bizzerk he got treat
Anotha nigga got a hit but shawty he not me
Who set the city on fire
as soon as he got freed
Da king back now hoes don't even know how to act now
Hit the club stippers gettin naked 'fore
I sat down
Still ballin money stack taller than Shaq now
Still push a button to let the roof on the 'Lac down
I'm
on the road doin shows puttin my mack down
Mississippi to Philly Albuquerque to Chatt Town
[Hook]
I got
the crowd yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all
the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
[Verse
2]
Once again what other rap nigga hooder than this
I got rich and I'm still on some hoolagin shit
You be rappin
bout blow I was movin the shit
You talkin bout shootin out and I was doin the shit
If I hit you in the face you gon
be suin and shit
And if I catch anotha case I know I'm true to be missed
So I'ma keep it cool head stay out of the news
Headlines
and shows other rappers its bedtime (bedtime)
It's clear to see that I'm ahead of my time
I copped a chromed out hard
top Carrerra to shine
I got some time, it ain't shit cause I get better wit time
Who got a flow and a live show better
than mine
[Hook]
I got a packed house yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all my hotgirls yellin
(Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back they
yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
[Verse 3]
Mic check 1-2 1-2, you wanna beef wit the king what is you
gon do
Will you show up on the scene wit 2 guns drew
Or you and ya friend and play a little two on two
If you knew
half of what I knew then you'll be hittin the deck
Got a tool and a vest I can get some respect
I'ma make it hard for
a sucka nigga to flex
Sho 'em this ain't the squad for a nigga to test
Pimp my nutz too large and we way too fresh
Work
well wit Nines AK's and Techs
And quick to check a lame like a game of chess
You want beef you can bring ya best and
we'll be standin..
[Hook - 2X]
In ya front yard yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye all my hot girls
yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, all the Dope Boyz yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
Aye, from the back
they yellin (Bring 'em out, bring 'em out)
[Break - 2X]
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
Hands... In Da...
Air... Now!
Hands hands in the in the air air now!
Hands... In Da... Air... Now!
[Bring 'em out, bring 'em
out + ad libs to the end of the track]
[Thanks to whiteteeballa23@aol.com for correcting these lyrics]
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