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27.06.2006 |
1. | Can't Do It Like Me (feat. Ludacris) |
2. | Block Music (Bang) (feat. I-20) |
3. | Damn (feat. Smoke of Field Mob) |
4. | Gettin' Some (Remix) (feat. Lil Wayne, Ludacris & Too Short) |
5. | Candy Coated (feat. 8Ball & MJG) |
6. | Roll Wit Me |
7. | In tha Chi (feat. Syleena Johnson & Johnny P.) |
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9. | Can't Break Me (feat. Buddy Guy & Shareefa) |
10. | Ghetto Fairy Tales |
11. | Lil Daddy What's Good |
12. | Hit the Back/Slide In |
13. | Chicago (feat. Buddy Guy, Avant & Malik Yusef) |
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[Intro]
Ohhhhhhhhh! That's right
Your girl Shawnna checkin in wit ya
DTP in the building
Hustle, what up! Check this out ya'll
It's gone go down like this
Listen up. Let's go
[Hook]
Damn, damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
[Verse 1]
Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred
I'm in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Chi run it
And you can see I hold the crown ain't no taken it from me
I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy
I got a big pink poodle named FiFi
I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me
I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy
You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka wit some Fiji
You bitches ain't know I do this shit for fun
My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one
Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun
Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one
Before you try to holla at me know I'm bout that paper
And I'ma I'ma a hustler I don't need no Captain Sava'
They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush
Before you take a look make sure them haters don't touch
I got 'em sayin'
[Hook]
Damn, damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Damn, damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
[Smoke's Rap]
She's a ten in them nines with stilettos
With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans
6-5-4-3-2-1 Let's go
She's a trophy I put her on a pedestal
Damn the can be feelin the way it shake
I wanna jam it in her jello
Anything for me she want it
Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front
She got more ass than a team of donkeys
Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee
Titties plump please Dolly Parton her
When she walk through and make way for the double D's
I love that pretty brown round
She shaking got me shook
Cause her print so fat between her thighs
It look just like a camel foot
Can I look can I rub it
Matter fact fuck that let me cut it
Can I touch it can I grab it
That hairy nappy fat rabbit
Meet me there I take a flight
Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite
Caught up in the Chicago wind
Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn
Humpin like a camel back
From am from pm from pm to am
I'll beat it up like a punching bag
[Hook]
Damn, damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Damn, damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
[Verse 3]
Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath
Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left
Watch it go up and down like that
Watch it go front to back Hope it don't hurt too bad
Put this in your baby momma song Cause it's gonna make me mad
You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow
They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll
They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh
He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole
Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste
And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face
And that's just how I play 'em I ain't never been out to lay 'em
My shit's so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin
[Hook]
Damn, damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
Damn, damn she got a donkey
And that shit so chunky
How she get them jeans on that monkey
Like man got me like a junky
Only when she pump me
Whisper in my ear I think she want it
(Beat fades)
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[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Play Da Song On The Radio Gotta Let My Baby Know When I Get It I'ma Take Control If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Oh Oh If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Take It Slow Yeeeah If It Get To Fast I'ma Get To Fast
[Verse 1: Shawnna]
Look I Got Da Feelin U Been Fienin My Body I See Its Leavin Da Party Now Tell Me Wat You Gonna Do Somebody Told Me You Been Thinkin About Me And I've Been Thinkin Probably Could Be A Me On You So Come On Shorty We Could Creep A Bed Get Into Some More Freaky Shit Then We Could Go Back To Da Crib Take A Look How Live To Conceal Let Me Show You How Deep It Get Now We Could Do It Real Fast Or Could Do It Slow I Like When You Make It Last T'ill You Gotta Go He Like The Way I Move Dat Ass Then I Make It Poke Out To Smoke Out To Jag The We Roll And Took A Ride Down Lake Shore Drive Stay So High Flippin Through The City Nigga They Aint No I Stay So Fly Could Take Your Guy Cause They Know I Got Da Bomb And It Aint No Lie
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Play Da Song On The Radio Gotta Let My Baby Know When I Get It I'ma Take Control If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Oh Oh If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Take It Slow Yeeeah If It Get To Fast I'ma Get To Fast
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Play Da Song On The Radio Gotta Let My Baby Know When I Get It I'ma Take Control If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Oh Oh If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Take It Slow Yeeeah If It Get To Fast I'ma Get To Fast
[ these lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
[Verse 2: Shawnna]
Look I Think I Really Need Time To Breathe Because I Know What We Doin Aint Right Right And He Be On Me Everytime I See Him Because He Know How You Me Tight Tight He Wanna See Me In Da Middle Of The Night Wanna Fuck In Da Middle Of The Fight We Break Up To Make Up But When We Make Love We Suck And Nibble And We Bite But I Know I Gotta Chill Cause Now Im Seein Its Real And My Dude Checkin All Yo Phone Bills But Still I Know You Got A Girl Who Be All Off In Yo Grill She Be Checkin Through Your Pagers Stalkin All At The Crib Damn Shouldv'e Known What The Shit Might Do Fuckin Wit A Nigga Like Koo Throw Um In Da Brains Switchin Lanes In The Mid Night Blue So You Please Gotta
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Play Da Song On The Radio Gotta Let My Baby Know When I Get It I'ma Take Control If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Oh Oh If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Take It Slow Yeeeah If It Get To Fast I'ma Get To Fast
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
Play Da Song On The Radio Gotta Let My Baby Know When I Get It I'ma Take Control If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Oh Oh If It Get To Fast I'ma Take It Slow Take It Slow Yeeeah If It Get To Fast I'ma Get To Fast
[Verse 3: Ludacris]
Luda! Ludacris Dont Play When It Come To Da Sex If It Get To Fst I'ma Take It A Lil Slow Of Dis Speed It Back Up Like Shaquiell O'neil Or Back Board I'll Break It Take It Never Fake It Shake It Run Around My House Butt Naked If You Throw It Good Enough Daddy Might Buy Yo Ass A Tennis Bracelet Cause I Got So Much Dough I Dont Know What To Do Wit It Plus I Got So Much Drough I'll Roll It Up And Let You Hit It Lay Back Lay Back Stay Back Like Puff Take Dat Take Dat Take Dat Take Dat Young Bobby V. Ludacris And Shawnna Make You Hit Dat Playback Like 4 Times I'll Co-Sign You So Fine So Fine Let Me Hit It One More Time Mo Time Cause I Got Dat Goody Good And I Think I Shoudly Should Packed Good Wit Da Woody Wood Im Jus So Hoody Hood
[Chorus: Bobby Valentino]
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[Chorus]
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was gettin some head
Gettin gettin some head
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes pop
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was gettin some head (DTP hustle)
Gettin gettin some head (DTP hustle)
I was wit the kinda girl dat make yo toes pop
You know u nigga want a bitch like me
Diamond wit the white beader rockin nikes
Niggas in the hood wanna call her wifey
If u got a pretty dolla then i probly might be
U niggas popin collars y yo bitches pop ps
Im gon do this for my riders that get down and pop e
Thinking u can pop me man u need to stop please
Catch me flyin throu yo hood in a drop top v
Im in the pop top three
And ma pops got gs
Say the watch got chilly
And the rocks got freeze
And u broads ack silly
Gotta jack my steam
U slipin and im pimpin and yo boy chose me
And now he hollin hey lil mama can u give me a sec
Got a lil somethin', somethin' bout as big a yo leg
Dis nigga yawnin' while he talkin so i knew he was red
And bout six in the mornin he forgot wat he said and i was
[Chorus]
U know i keep like 4 5 woofers in the trunk
And i turn it to the max so u can feel it when it bump
When u go to DTP we give the people what they want
And when i come to hustle man u know we aint no punk
And you catch me in the town we blowin dro and gettin drunk
And when we hit the party man u know we keep it crunk
Yo nigga actin tuff he on the flo and gettin stomped
Dont act like u aint know now tell yo hoe to pass the blunt
You bitches wanna be me cause u know that im the shit
You se me on the tv cause i roll wit ludacris
Dont hate shawnna baby just be mad at who u wit (who u wit)
I keep a couple handles so u know im to legit (to legit)
Just so u understand it so u know im bout that bread (im bout that bread)
And dont you try to play me for no joke about my cash (about my cash)
Before i get the tip i get the heat up out the stash (up out the stash)
I hit em on the lo and shawty this is wat he said (wat he said)
[Chorus]
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