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98 Degrees

98 Degrees

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(now i got to cut ya…) <scratches w/ too quik quik quik…>
Yeah ha ha that’s right. ‘cause it’s like this
Yeah, it’s gotta be like this. nigga.

Verse 1
It used to be a cpt thang (what)
But now it’s just an all me thang (yeah)
Because i’m tired of this gizame (right)
I’m through playin’ for a crew
That ain’t got my back
When i’m the one who done
Created the sack
Mister you know who remember me
I met you when i was p.p.c.
And you wadn’t nothin’ but a scrub
Wearin’ plaid pants and bubble gums
And beggin’ for grub
And then when ya hips start growin’
You tripped and flipped and skipped out
Know what i’m talkin’ ‘bout
Not even thinkin’ ‘bout the times
When kay kay took yo’ ass in
‘cause you didn’t have a dime
Nigga couldn’t even say thanks for the trouble
I would’ve spanked yo’ ass on the double
‘cause when ya didn’t have a place to stay
You little round the way girl
My nigga took yo’ way
And that way all my homies had yo’ back
Because together they knew we had a fat ass sack
But you couldn’t stand the guns
Couldn’t wait to take ya
<bitch betta have my> (amg)
Money and run
Kay kay should’ve knew the motto of life (what’s that)
That ya can’t turn a hoe into a housewife (ha ha)
Because you left a lot of people unhappy nigga
You in debt and ya need to get at me

Chorus
I’m gonna let ya know it (that’s right)
I’m gonna let ya know it (so ya need to get at me)
I’m gonna let ya know it (huh)
I’m gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)

Verse 2
Now i can name a gang of niggas i done tripped with
Spent a grip with and they ain’t spent shit
And they ain’t never brought nothing to the table
But it ain’t no puzzle i’m able
But why you wanna take my kindness for weakness
To get my money back
I gotta ride yo’ ass like preakness
It ain’t that fly
And when ya see me in traffic just ride by
You should’ve been a pigeon
‘cause you duck so well
But next time i catch you i’ma pluck yo’ tail
‘cause niggas like y’all show disrespect
By flossin’ so you in for a tossin’
You need to go brush your teeth
And change ya drawers and change ya sheets
And stop y’alls bitches
From steadily tryin’ ta ride on my mink
And start bathing more than once a week (nigga)
You know who i’m talkin’ ‘bout bitches
So ya needs to come right with a quickness (come right)
And instead of tryin’ to duck and dodge
And be crafty you need to get at me.

Chorus
I’m gonna let ya know it (hell yeah)
I’m gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)
I’m gonna let ya know it (that’s right)
I’m gonna let ya know it (you need to get at me)

Verse 3
So tell me how we gon’ handle this
Either we gon’ be men or we gon’ be scandalous
Either way is all right with me
‘cause i’ma show ya that i meant it
When i said that i’m a g nigga
I don’t take ganks too swell (naw)
That’s why i went and bought a gang of shells
And if you approach me wrong
I’ma clown first nigga run up <gunshot>
< referee’s voice from madden ’95> "first down."
Damn i wish it didn’t even have to come to this
‘cause now y’alls on my shit list
Right with the white boys in this game
Thinkin’ they gone get the hits for some chump change
Please huh i didn’t believe that you’ll trip like that
That’s how a gang of niggas flipped like that
So get back fool ‘cause i’m going out
Comin’ out of a straight jacket blastin’!! <gunshot>
And they gon’ have to get at me

Chorus
I’m gonna let you know it. (hell yeah)
I’m gonna let you know it. (you need to get at me)
I’m gonna let you know it.
I’m gonna let you know it. (you know what
Y’all can never get at me)

Now battle
<dj scratches " too quick" ‘til end>

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Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Damn nigga, what’s wrong wit you

[ras kass]

(i reign) i reign more cop than johnny
Sippin’ tanquery with o.j.
Sportin’ bruno mali
Not guilty but filthy
Smellin’ like chritstian dior
Infiniti qx4, gimme yours
Of course, sinnin
Swimmin’ in the abdomen of pretty women
Love to love ya, like timbaland
When in the endin
Like three strikes in the ninth inning
I rock satin boxers, cotton socks and denim
The game he kick, special teams couldn’t return
Got you wild like a texturizer
Burn like the ultra-perm, toss it up like a geyser
Sosa, kosher, nostra, like keyser
And got a thing for rehabilitating hood-rats
Who keep their hair and nails done
And they legs waxed
I peep that, you got a man, but you want a homie
Love a friend, my sentiments exactly
Get at me

Chorus [karida johnson]

I like your style, can we kick it, oh wow
Baby, so you can get at me

[ras kass] i got no game, it’s just the women understand my story

I got a man, but we can still be friends
So you can get at me, baby, baby-bay, baby

Verse two

Some things make you happy just to be alive
Like seeing toni braxton naked on the cover of the vibe
Drive, like hitting two-twenty-five
In the pin with no spot
I survive drama and then know when to lick shots
Keep a top notch just a phone call away from my crotch
Never brought sand to the beach
Cause these streets is baywatch (true)
You know how we do
Satin lingerie i see through
Now she barely even kiss you
Leaving 1-7-7-1-5-4-0-0 on my pager (i miss you boo)
Your chicken-head wife was poultry
Undersexed and sultry
That’s the rhyme and reason why we committed adultery
I swear, womens love from bel-air to welfare
Chalkin’ up these frequent flyer miles on con-air
Her momma shoulda named her casino
She got the liquor in the front
Poke her in the rear

Chorus

Verse three

You know my steez though
Dark skin and creole, i’m ‘bout it
Just without the master p dough
But see though, my tax bracket decent and increasin
Make no mistake
You cant get a slice if you don’t bake the cake
To reverse trick
My silly ex-bitch transport brick
For twenty percent – commission
She dressed up with no where to go
While i’m blowin up your dress like marilyn monroe
For show, at my girl party, flowin
But i think she caught me like a nazi
Now i’m servin’, she got me under surveilence
Like john gotti, now i’m signin’ on the low
Actin’ straight illuminati
Don’t get mad, i’m only being honest
It’s clarence thomas (fuck you ras)
You promise
Then freak me, slightly below the hips
And blow me a kiss with your pussy lips
Get at me

Chorus

Get at me