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Youngbloodz Part. Lil Jon

Hip Hop / Rap

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La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
(Here we go once again for the ladies)
La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
(Nivea, Lil Jon, Nivea, Lil Jon)

Just packed up in this party
Tipsy off this Bacardi
‘Bout to take this fine
So high, say bye, bye

Beep, beep in here all night long
My girl like, “Hey that’s my song”
‘Cos I’m feeling bad
So bad, so fine

All the girls that feel me say
(Oh yeah)
In the club you hear me say
(Oh yeah)
Feeling good, feeling great
I look good, don’t hate

If a fella’s feeling you, say
(Oh yeah)
And they’re liking what you do say
(Oh yeah)
Feeling good, feeling great
You look good but don’t hate

All my girls get your hair fixed
And your nails done
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

You got a drink? Get another one
Make ‘em pay for it
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Your hands all over my booty
Two steppin’ in my Gucci
They’re like
Go girl, go girl, go girl

You like the way I shake it
You wanna see me naked
It could be your night
Your night, your night

All the girls that feel me say
(Oh yeah)
In the club you hear me say
(Oh yeah)
Feeling good, feeling great
I look good, don’t hate

If a fella’s feeling you, say
(Oh yeah)
And they’re liking what you do say
(Oh yeah)
Feeling good, feeling great
You look good, don’t hate

All my girls get your hair fixed
And your nails done
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

You got a drink? Get another one
Make ‘em pay for it
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

Whatcha sayin’ shorty, I’m Sean Paul lemme holla at ya
What I gotta do? Throw a couple dollars at ya?
Lift my arm, show ma wrist, tell ya that I ball
Pick you up in Benz and take you to the mall and all

Here’s ma number shawty, in case you want the street thang
Look me up, I’ll introduce you to a new game
Show you where I hang, girl, you’ll be my sweet thang
I love ya style, love ya nails and ya tight jeans

I’m what you call a playa, baby how you love that?
Youngbloodz, feelin’ good and never laid back
Always run with that goose and never conyack
And keep my ears to the street ‘cos that’s my home at

So what’s shakin’ in the party, pour a drink up
And to my ladies looking good, throw your hands up
Now where my fella’s at? You know how we get crunk
So DJ spin it back for me, now stomp

All my girls get your hair fixed
And your nails done
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

You got a drink? Get another one
Make ‘em pay for it
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

All my girls get your hair fixed
And your nails done
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

You got a drink? Get another one
Make ‘em pay for it
Put your hands up and say
Okay, okay, okay, okay

All my girls up in the club
(All my girls up in the club)
Oh oo woah oh, oh oo woah
(Say oh oo woah oh, oh oo woah)

All my fella’s spin ‘em dubs
(All my fella’s spin ‘em dubs)
Oh oo woah oh, oh oo woah
(Say oh oo woah oh, oh oo woah)

La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la, la la la la la la la la

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Ali)
St. Lunatics and we here now, we never give up
Swallowin Cris’ ‘til we spit up, put your shit up ‘cause now
We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
God over satan, no debatin, so I’m celebratin
This new life, off the block buyin stock
Divin off the dock in Bangkok, I used to slang rock
And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
From the T.V.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
Double VD, bubble Lex with the CD
Puffin seaweed, I’m free, hit the slope and ski
DC to France, finance is too advanced
Wit’ plans to ‘cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"
I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
With Cuda spinnin them hun’neds on hun’neds spinnin and blunted

(Chorus – Ali) 2x
I’m like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain’t been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"What a nigga gon’ do with it, can we hop in the Infinite?"

(Murphy Lee)
Five deep in a Yuko’, we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
Float St. Louis, fake insurance, with no petro
Nuts are heavy, Teddy Peddy tell ‘em to let go
‘Tics are ready, Kevin Law tell ‘em I said so
I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
And the forty-eight bars left’ll have you keekin for mo’
Women be like "who do y’all think y’all are?"
I’m Mr. pull up in big trucks, I’m far from a star
‘Cause I’m the sun, the reason why the day gon’ come
One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
Tracks is like a gas tank, I fill ‘em on up
And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
I’m like a Michael Jackson concert, a milli’ and up
And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off

(Chorus)

(Kyjuan)
Now you know Mo, I stay equipped with a zip
And the soles of my Air Force One’s on e’ry trip
And on e’ry whip I choose those D’s to roll
(What them niggas ‘round the corner gon’ start shit for?)
When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the Nav’
Pop a half and take out your Ave. on my behalf
My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
On the couch, hands in our pants like Al Bundy
I love smoke ganjä, Monday to Monday
And e’ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
It’s ok, since all the dogs out
All my broads out, gon’ and bought the bar out
And we rollin, Henny holdin and blunt rollin
Money foldin, been in more rings than Hulk Hogan
It’s official, Nelly Hummer clean as a whistle
You boys signed to Fo’ Reel, you doin your thug thizzle

(Chorus)

I’m like okaaaay

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don’t know I don’t care, cause all we ever do is fight
And, I relize it’s the end but that’s all right.
I never understood.
Never tried to save the day.
I never got the chance.
Everything will be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Well, I guess there’s nothing left to say.
Everything is gonna be okay.
I could try to fight, but the words aren’t really there.
And, I promise you you’re asking me and I don’t care.
I never understood.
Never tried to make a change.
I never got the chance.
Everything will be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Well, I guess there’s nothing left to say.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Now I know that everything is gonna be okay.
Now I know that everything is gonna be okay.
Now I know that everything is gonna be okay.
Now I know that everything is gonna be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Everything is gonna be okay.
Well, I guess there’s nothing left to say.
Everything is gonna be okay

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St. Lunatics

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(ali)
St. lunatics and we here now, we never give up
Swallowin cris’ ‘til we spit up, put your shit up ‘cause now
We navigatin, wood grain, hood slang, collaboratin
God over satan, no debatin, so i’m celebratin
This new life, off the block buyin stock
Divin off the dock in bangkok, i used to slang rock
And it was so hard, but now the wallet sport a gold card
Bitches goin nuts when the rims hit the boulevard
Hustle hard, the whole inside glowin
From the t.v.s, diamonds went from hard to see to 3-d
Double vd, bubble lex with the cd
Puffin seaweed, i’m free, hit the slope and ski
Dc to france, finance is too advanced
Wit’ plans to ‘cause a trance, money stands yellin "romance!"
I never stop comin, gunnin, runnin and sunnin
With cuda spinnin them hun’neds on hun’neds spinnin and blunted

(chorus – ali) 2x
I’m like okaaaay, niggas brought they cars out
Thick broads out, all the stars out
We ain’t been here two minutes, mami already yellin
"what a nigga gon’ do with it, can we hop in the infinite?"

(murphy lee)
Five deep in a yuko’, we struggle by toes, we still ghetto
Float st. louis, fake insurance, with no petro
Nuts are heavy, teddy peddy tell ‘em to let go
‘tics are ready, kevin law tell ‘em i said so
I let go, sixteen out of sixty-four
And the forty-eight bars left’ll have you keekin for mo’
Women be like "who do y’all think y’all are?"
I’m mr. pull up in big trucks, i’m far from a star
‘cause i’m the sun, the reason why the day gon’ come
One out of five reasons why they hatin on us
Tracks is like a gas tank, i fill ‘em on up
And my shows is robbery style, they givin it up
I’m like a michael jackson concert, a milli’ and up
And these haters are like a comedy, be buggin me up
They women treat me like cows, they be pullin my stuff
And to get that up outta me more, they be suckin me off

(chorus)

(kyjuan)
Now you know mo, i stay equipped with a zip
And the soles of my air force one’s on e’ry trip
And on e’ry whip i choose those d’s to roll
(what them niggas ‘round the corner gon’ start shit for?)
When they know, oh, he keep a stash in the nav’
Pop a half and take out your ave. on my behalf
My whole staff love to laugh and count the money
On the couch, hands in our pants like al bundy
I love smoke ganjä, monday to monday
And e’ry other day a nigga fuckin with gun play
It’s ok, since all the dogs out
All my broads out, doin they bump they ?? out
And we rollin, henny holdin and blunt rollin
Money foldin, been in more rings than hulk hogan
It’s official, nelly hummer clean as a whistle
You boys signed to fo’ reel, you doin your thug thizzle

(chorus)

I’m like okaaaay