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Hooked (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Feelin like I want some more (4x)
Feelin like I want some more of your love
Feelin like I want some more

You got me open like a liquor store
Loves so strong that I don’t want no more
I can’t describe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked
You’re the queen I see in my dreams
wanna taste some of your ice cream
I can’t describe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked

My boy’s say I’m trippin but I’m like so
Cause you got me open
I don’t care who knows
when it comes to you baby anything goes
You’re just like that drug that they smoke
You got my mind twisted and all tied up
From your conversation and gentle touch
What ever you want baby never too much
Baby sit back and let me take a puff

You got me open like a liquor store
Loves so strong that I don’t want no more
I can’t describe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked
You’re the queen I see in my dreams
Wanna taste some of your ice cream
I can’t desricbe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked

You got me hooked, hooked,hooked(3x)
Can somebody help me

I don’t even smoke but that’s quite alright cause
When you’re wit me it’s like a natural high
Just like Marvin Gaye touchin his keyboard
When you touch me you make me say "Oh Lord"
Girl you got every bit of my soul
Makin it hard for me to gain control
even when I try to tell myself no
There’s a little voice sayin one more
I’m on these streets like a zombie
Lookin for you to come rescue me yeah

You got me open like a liquor store
Loves so strong that I don’t want no more
I can’t describe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked
You’re the queen I see in my dreams
Wanna taste some of your ice cream
I can’t describe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked

You got me hooked (3x)
I’m like what’s comin over me

Check, I’m like thinking bout you all day and ah I been wanting you in a strong way and ah ain’t nobody do my body like you do me. Dat kinda lovin make a thug say ooo-wee. Old sayin when it rains it pours and I ain’t never in my life felt like this way before. Baby girl you the only one that I adore. You’re up one in the game, let me settle the score.

What is this that you put on me
I’m so gone and I can not sleep
I can’t eat and I feel so week
I don’t need it but it’s callin me
You’re my addiction I cannot kick
Baby I’m feenin for another hit
One more time girl I swear that’s it
This love-this love

You got me open like a liquor store
Loves so strong that I don’t want no more
I can’t describe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked
You’re the queen I see in my dreams
Wanna taste some of your ice cream
I can’t describe the way you got me shook
You’re like a drug girl you got me hooked

You got me hooked,hooked,hooked (3x)
You got me hooked

Girl I don’t care what people say
I want you more everyday
It’s like a strange premonition
But you got me on a mission
I been searchin high and low…

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Hooked (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

I’d rather not go
Where the people i know
Have no hooks to hang from,
Now she wears fake-fur,
It’s speakin’ volumes for her,
It’s a freak-show for mother nature.

(aaaaa- i can see you)
If the star impales a world from its pew,
It don’t subscribe to its point of view.
(aaaaa- i can see you)
Some time is lost imprinting my mind
And so i honestly can see you.

Pope john-paul’s had a fall,
They won’t take ‘no’ anymore,
Their god will die before i can,
If the city is filled,
Then build a bridge outta here,
But you’ve no
Hooks to hang from.

(and now, aaaaa- i can see you)
If the star impales a world from its pew,
It don’t subscribe to its point of view.
(aaaaa- try seeing if i can)
(i can see you)
(you shout it out and-)
(you can see)
Have some bills,
You fill collection tins,
You got no vision
You got no vision
You got no-
I’ll see if i can feel you.

Take a little while
Before you speak out,
Reap it sweet, my lines,
And note it is.
There must be something good
In this tumbled up world,
This shook up world.

And if you’re one of the boys,
With your irrelevant ploys,
You’re too close for comfort,
It might keep you amused,
To leave the restless confused,
You’ll have so much more
To run from.

(aaaaa- i can see you)
If the star impales a world from its pew,
It don’t subscribe to its point of view.
(aaaaa- try seeing if i can)
(i can see you)
(you shout it out and-)
(you can see)
Have some bills,
You fill collection tins,
You got no vision
You got no vision
You got no-
I’ll see if i can heal you.

Shh, shh,
The elephant man is sleeping.
Shh, shh,
The elephant man is sleeping.

Hooked (Letra)

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

(khayree)

1 2 3 4 hit it, hit it

Yea — here’s a story ‘bout my homeboy randy
He was hooked on a girl named candy
Started off as sex for fun
Now the girl’s got him on the run.

Made love to her just one time
Now she runs his body and mind
He calls everyday on the phone
But baby’s playin’ games
Leave a message at the tone
Soft and gentle is not her style
This girl is so damn wild.
All my partners wanna get next to her
But she ain’t down with that
She moves right through ‘em
Yea, like paper plates
Tears ‘em up and she throws ‘em away.
If you had any guts today
You’d get your butt up and you’d walk away.
But you’re hooked, hooked
Know what i’m sayin’, you’re hooked, hooked.

Yo, get tough was your new campaign
Cryin’ over a girl, boy, you’re insane.
She treats you like a dirty diaper
Use you one time and then she wipes you out
You understand what i’m sayin’?
If you’re a man, you’ll stop delaying and betraying
Try to act like you were mack
You can’t go an hour without that sex attack.

What’s wrong, boy, is it that good?
There’s a lot of girls that ould and could
Take you, but you’re so damn weak
I think you need to see professional help
For your problems
Lay on the couch and let the dr. solve ‘em
Talkin’ to you and now he took your money
You’re took on that honey, you’re hooked
Hooked, hooked

Fellas, you know what i’m sayin’, he’s hooked
Ain’t got an ounce of mack in him, he’s hooked.

Yeah, baby, run you, she takes your money
While you’ll kick back cryin’ over honey
Now, i must admit she’s fly
But i’ll be damned if oh me oh my
If i ever let a girl run my thing
I’m poppin’ it the most, you know what i’m sayin’?
So understand, you gotta be real hard
Don’t treat her like a dog, but let her know.

You’ll pull her card if she ever gets outta hand
What is you a boy or a man?
Stand up and tell baby you ain’t gonna be shook —
Yo punk, you’re hooked on that sssy
I don’t know why
I don’t stand by and just let a girl, run over me
Fool — i’m a man. can’t you see boy, you’re hooked.

Yeah — you’re hooked, might as well give her to me man
Let me do the wile thing, you’re hooked
Shoot, i’m poppin’ it man, you’re hooked.

Let me talk to you for second. so, what’s up, vanilla?
Yo, man. come here man. what?
You know, man, you ain’t doin’ it right. you’re off man.

See, you know what the problem is?
That ring i bought her. the diamonds weren’t big enough.
I’m tellin’ ya’ — the diamonds weren’t…i’m goin’…you know
What she wants…i’m goin’ tell ya’…no man, when i first
Met her she said she wanted a ‘vette. i’m gonna’ get her a
‘vette. no man, no…a ‘vette…i’m gonna get her the
‘vette. no man, hey, wait up.

Now it’s saturday, the day you hate most.
Why, because from coast to coast
You see girls everday in the club, cold kickin’ it
Reminds you of baby when you used to be, with it
But now she took you one time for sex and you’re so sprung
That the next time she seen you we knew she had to leave you.
Boy, you’re hooked.

Boy, you’re hooked, hooked hooked.

Produced by khayree
Published by qpm music (bmi)

Hooked (Letra)

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Avant

Curso de Violão - Fórmula Violão

Talking:
Hey yo, soopafly
These niggaz act like they don’t know my motherfuckin’ name (gangsta)
Hmm…ain’t that a trip
Now i put half these niggaz on (ain’t that something)

Chorus:
Snoop d-o double g (from the dp)

Talking:
Niggaz wasn’t even rapping till i came out
You know what i’m sayin?
Y’all know what time it is

Chorus

Every nigga in this rap game, to the dope game
Now i got the hook up on the dodo, for sure tho’
But i’m not a weed seller, but a crocka sack beller
A rap star plus a 2 time felon
Sellin’ phones out the trunk i mix g with funk
I put it all together, and rock it till it chump
Then bag it up and sag it up and then serve
I’m always on the pager, never on the curb
I’m big time, get mine, stay down for the grizind
I keep it gangsta, nigga, all the tizime
Ask them niggaz, from way down south (who?)
The boys right there with the gold in they mouth
They’ll tell ya (tell ya)
There ain’t no bullshit to sell ya
Snoop d-o double g who wannabes wannabe
I got love for my folkers out in ‘lejo
And all my soldiers gettin’ busy down in n-o
Gangsta’s, get respect from me
And all you other niggaz gettin’ checked by me
That’s on the c, dpg will never break up
There’s too much motherfuckin’ paper to cake up
That’s on me (dpg)
Now what?
I’m

Chorus x3

Now all the bitches if you with me, come get me
I’m in room 210, don’t forget to bring the gin
That’s the old fashion way, and bring a friend with ya
So when i’m through with ya she can hit ya
Shit i ain’t trippin’
I’m dippin’
There’s money to be made
It’s funny how she layed when i told her she couldn’t stay
Look here, my boo’ll be through
So you gotta raise, boy game pays
On the next phase, gotta show to do at 4
Then i’m headed right back to the studio
If you need the hook up
Give a nigga a holla
I slide through your hood, in the gold impala
Drop off a sack, then i head right back
And i hope i don’t get jacked, cause you know i’m ridin’ strapped
But if the boys decide to pull me over loc
They recognize my face, and so they go
Gangsta’s get respect ya see
All y’all other niggaz gettin’ shook like fleas
That’s on the c
Dpg will never break up
There’s too much motherfuckin’ paper to cake up
That’s on me

Chorus x4

Dogg pound gangsta’s
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it with me
Say it for me
Right back at ya
Who go the hook up?
I do
I got the hook up
I got the hook up
If ya need it
I got the hook up
Yeah
That’s gangsta
Straight up
98
Doggy dogg

Chorus x5

Ain’t no limit to this shit
Ain’t no limit to this shit nigga
Straight up
That’s gangsta
And we out