Music video by 50 Cent performing Heat
with Curtis Jackson, Andre R. Young, Tom Coster, M
Music video by 50 Cent performing Heat
with Curtis Jackson, Andre R. Young, Tom Coster, Mike Elizondohttp://dozer-blazer.tr.gg
(C) 2004 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records
[skit]
'aye you want some of this shit'
'naw, ı don't want that shit'
'ı don't give a fuck, ı don't play dat shit'
'and ı'm fin'nin to buss a cap in a nigga'
'man shut the fuck up'
'whoa slow down, slow down, slow down'
'you see that brick house right there'
'that's the nigga crib when he come out you gotta tighten his ass up'
'ı'ma get in the other car'
'aight' [a car revs up]
[gunshots]
[chorus: 50 cent]
ıf there's beef, cock it and dump it, the drama really means nothin
to me ı'll ride by and blow ya brains out (brains out)
there's no time to cock it, no way you can stop it
when niggas run up on you wit them thangs out (thangs out)
ı do what ı gotta do ı don't care ı if get caught
the da can play this motherfuckin tape in court
ı'll kill you - ı ain't playin, hear what ı'm sayin, homie ı ain't playin
catch you slippin, ı'ma kill you - ı ain't playin, hear what ı'm sayin,
homie ı ain't playin
[50 cent]
keep thinkin ı'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped
and ya brain jump out the top like jack-in-da-box
ın the hood summer time is the killing season
ıt's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason
ı've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin
sayin 'lord, jesus help me' cause they ass leakin
when they window roll down and that a.k. come out
you can squeeze ya lil handgun until you run out
and you can run for ya back-up
but them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
god's on ya side, shit ı'm aight wit that
we reload them clips and come right back
ıt's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
ı get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then lady luck
look nigga, don't think you safe cause you moved out the hood
cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good
ıf you was smart you'd be shook of me
cuz ı'd get tired of lookin for ya, spray ya momma crib, and let ya ass look
for me
[chorus]
[50 cent]
my heart bleeds for you nigga, ı can't wait to get to you
behind that twinkle in ya eyes, ı can see the bitch in you
nigga you know the streets talk
so they'll be no white flags and no peace talks
ı got my back against the wind, ı'm down to ride till the sun burn out
ıf ı die today, ı'm happy how my life turned out
see the shootouts that ı've been in ı'm by myself
locked up ı was in a box by myself
ı done made myself a millionaire by myself
now, shit changed motherfucker ı can hire some help
ı done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
but ya shooter fin'nin to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
with a pistol ı define the definition of pain
ıf you survive ya bones'll still fuckin hurt when it rain
oh you a pro at playin battleship well this ain't the same
lil homie this is a whole different type of war game
see the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin chains
or laid out in the streets leakin out they brains
[chorus]
[50 cent]
after the fist fights it's gunfire boy you get the best of me (best of me)
ıf you don't wanna get shot ı suggest you don't go testin me (testin me)
all the wrong ı've done the lord still keep on blessin me (blessin me)
fin'nin to run rap cuz dr. dre got the recipe (the recipe, recipe)
yeah, uh ha, aye dre
you got me feelin real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
cuz my windows on my motherfuckin benz is bulletproof nigga
cuz my motherfuckin vest is bulletproof nigga
cuz my motherfuckin hat is bulletproof nigga
but the doc said if ı get hit ı might get a fuckin concussion
better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha
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Music video by 50 Cent performing P.I.M.P.: Snoop Dogg Remix
with Curtis Jackson, Denaun
Music video by 50 Cent performing P.I.M.P.: Snoop Dogg Remix
with Curtis Jackson, Denaun Porter, Brandon Parrot
(C) 2003 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records,
50 Cent - P-I-M-P feat Snoop Dogg MUSIC VIDEO
http://dozer-blazer.tr.gg
(Chorus)
I don't know what you heard about me
But a bitch can't get a dollar out of me
No Cadillac, no perms, you can't see
That I'm a motherfucking P.I.M.P
(Repeat)
(Verse 1)
Now shorty, she in da club, she dancing for dollars
She got a thing for that Gucci, that Fendi, that Prada
That BCBG, Burberry, Dolce and Gabana
She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna
I spit a little G man, and my game got her
A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada
Them trick crackers in her ear saying they think about her
I got the bitch by the bar trying to get a drink up out her
She like my style, she like my smile, she like the way I talk
She from the country, think she like me cause I'm from New York
I ain't that nigga trying to holla cause I want some head
I'm that nigga trying to holla cause I want some bread
I could care less how she perform when she in the bed
Bitch hit that track, catch a date, and come and pay the kid
Look baby this is simple, you can't see
You fucking with me, you fucking with a P.I.M.P
(Chorus)
50 cent pimp p.i.m.p
(Verse 2)
I'm bout my money you see, girl you can holla at me
If you fucking with me, I'm a P.I.M.P
Not what you see on TV, no Cadillac, no greasy
Head full of hair, bitch I'm a P.I.M.P
Come get money with me, if you curious to see
how it feels to be with a P.I.M.P
Roll in the Benz with me, you could watch TV
From the backseat of my V, I'm a P.I.M.P
Girl we could pop some champagne and we could have a ball
We could toast to the good life, girl we could have it all
We could really splurge girl, and tear up the mall
If ever you needed someone, I'm the one you should call
I'll be there to pick you up, if ever you should fall
If you got problems, I can solve'em, they big or they small
That other nigga you be with ain't bout shit
I'm your friend, your father, and confidant, BITCH
(Chorus)
snoop dogg pimp p.i.m.p
(Verse 3)
I told you fools before, I stay with the tools
I keep a Benz, some rims, and some jewels
I holla at a hoe til I got a bitch confused
She got on Payless, me I got on gator shoes
I'm shopping for chinchillas, in the summer they cheaper
Man this hoe you can have her, when I'm done I ain't gon keep her
Man, bitches come and go, every nigga pimpin know
You saying it's secret, but you ain't gotta keep it on the low
Bitch choose with me, I'll have you stripping in the street
Put my other hoes down, you get your ass beat
Now Nik my bottom bitch, she always come up with my bread
The last cracker she was with put stitches in her head
Get your hoe out of pocket, I'll put a charge on a bitch
Cause I need 4 TVs and AMGs for the six
Hoe make a pimp rich, I ain't paying bitch
Catch a date, suck a dick, shiiit, TRICK
50 cent
(Chorus)
pimp
Yeah, in Hollywoood they say there's no b'ness like show b'ness
In the hood they say, there's no b'ness like hoe b'ness ya know
They say I talk a lil fast, but if you listen a lil faster
i aint gotta slow down for u to catch up, BITCH, hahaha yeah
50 cent feat snoop dogg pimp
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Music video by G-Unit performing Stunt 101: BET Version with C. Jackson, C. Lloyd, D. Brow
Music video by G-Unit performing Stunt 101: BET Version with C. Jackson, C. Lloyd, D. Brown http://dozer-blazer.tr.gg
(C) 2003 G Unit/Interscope Records
[Chorus]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
[50 Cent]
Seven series BM, six series, benz
Twenty-four inches, Giovanni rims
R1 one wheel when I'm on one of them
Ma, that boy out there actin a fool that's him
They say I've changed man, I'm getting paper, I'm flashy
They like me better when I'm fucked up and ashy
My royalty check's the rebirth of Liberace
Stunt so hard, everybody got to watch me
And I don't really care if it's platinum or white gold
As long as the VS bling, look at that light show
In the hood they say Fifty man your sneaker look white yo
Just can't believe Reebok did a deal with a psycho
Banks is a sure thing, yall niggaz might blow
I'm fittin to drop that, so I suggest you lay low
Buck, he from Cashville, Tenneckee nigga
Gettin them ten a key, save ten for me nigga
[Chorus]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
[Lloyd Banks]
I'm sensing a lot of tension now that I'm rappin
But the kids used to look up to you, what happened?
Me on the contrary, hand covered with platinum
Different color coupes but I'm in love with the black one
On point, cuz you get R.I.P.'s when slacking
So the stashbox big enough to squeeze the mack in
Yeah, I'm fairly new but I demand some respect
Cuz I already wear your advance on my neck
I'm fresh off the jet, then I breeze to the beaches
Blue yankee fitted, G-Unit sneakers
I already figured out what to do with all my features
Decorate the basement, full of street sweepers
When it comes to stuntin' theres nothing you can teach us
We're in a different time zone, your records don't reach us
Naww, I ain't here to save the world, just roll up a blunt
Come with me out front, I'LL TEACH YOU HOW TO STUNT
[Chorus]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
[Young Buck]
Chain so icy, you don't have to like me
In a throwback jersey, with the throwback nikes
I know you probably seen me with Cash Money from back in the days
The only thing changed is the numbers on the range
I bought me an old school and blew out the brains
The Roc the Mic tour, I threw off my chain
My sprewell's spinning man, I'm doing my thing
And whodi now in trouble now that you in the game
Come on now, we all know gold is getting old
The ice in my teeth keep the crystal cold
G-Unit homie, actin' like yall don't know
Look, I can't even walk through the mall no more
I just pull up, get out, and get all the hoes
They never seen doors lift up on a car before
Don't be mad at me dog, that's all I know
That's how to show these fougaisies how it's supposed to go
[Chorus]
I'll teach you how to stunt
My wrists stay rocked up
My TV's pop up in a Maybach benz
I'll teach you how to stunt
Nigga you can't see me
My bently GT got smoke gray tints
I'll teach you how to stunt
My neck stay blinging, my rims stay gleaming, I'm shining man
I'll teach you how to stunt
I see you scheming, nigga keep on dreaming, I hurt ya mans
I'll teach you how to stunt
G-Unit Stunt 101 Records C. Jackson Lloyd D. Brown 50 cent tony yayo dozerblazer productıon
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Music video by Lloyd Banks performing Help with R. Turner, M. Clervoix, C. Lloyd Hands Up
Music video by Lloyd Banks performing Help with R. Turner, M. Clervoix, C. Lloyd Hands Up From Lloyd Banks http://dozer-blazer.tr.gg
(C) 2006 G Unit/Interscope Records
Put 'em up, put them up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You Go tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a Scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 1: Lloyd Banks]
It feels so good to live sucker free
I'm soakin' it all up while your girl suckin' me
It mean the world to her, it's nothing but a nut to me
Look miss, get a grip and let a motherfucker be
I'm a rap star
Who wants to be ridin' around in that car
Two in the front and the back got the plasma
This ain't a free ride you gotta have the gas ma
I wouldn't buy a chick a pump that got asthma
And I'm busy so I move a bit faster
You can't tell me yes if I don't ask ya
Haha I'm a bastard
Damn near showin' his hand over the plastic
Cause they wanna see your man go in the casket
Rule number one keep your gun and get your ass hit that's it
Lights off and your body's stiff
By the same niggas you used to party with
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You Go tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
[Verse 2: Lloyd Banks]
I cruise through the strip
22's on the whip
New rule: gonna hit
Thousand dollar outfit
Never snooze never slip
Follow rules or get whip
Nigga move or get hit
I don't care who's on the strip
It ain't only the Ferrari now the jewels got him sick
Now it's 2006 I need a new bottom miss
It's aight they can talk I'm amused by the pricks
I'm the news out the bricks nigga who's hot as this
I bet the mansion and the swimming pool got 'em pissed
I ain't a cuddler I fuck the drool outta chick
My niggas ice grill but it ain't the same
They don't see the faces they just see the chains
Like Ooo when you get 'em they don't know you with me
They probably think the bouncers at the front door frisk me
This is regular shit the erryday mentality
They charged up don't make me put in the battery
[50 Cent (Lloyd Banks)]
Hands up shorty when you party with me, we goin' way past quarter to three (I said Hands Up!)
I'm good in the V.I.P. I got my hammer right here with me (I said Hands Up!)
You know when you party with crooks, you gotta learn to respect the jooks (I said Hands Up!)
Everything ain't cruise to fame, this shit ain't sweet as it looks (I said Hands Up!)
[Lloyd Banks (50 Cent)]
You know I'm puttin' something on me right before I leave outta the car (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
You go tough talkin' at me you gon' leave outta the club with a scar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em
up, put 'em up We came to party)
We pop bottles like it's all free fo' I leave I'ma buy out the bar (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
You can order what you want it's on me I'm a G take a look at star (Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up,
put 'em up We came to party)
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
Put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up, put 'em up
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Music video by 50 Cent performing Hustler's Ambition: Director's Cut (Dirty)Version
with
Music video by 50 Cent performing Hustler's Ambition: Director's Cut (Dirty)Version
with C. Jackson, B. Hughes, F. Beverly
(C) 2005 G Unit/Interscope Records
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50 Cent - Window Shopper MUSIC VIDEO
http://www.dozer-blazer.tr.gg
[Intro]
Ohh!ohh
The
50 Cent - Window Shopper MUSIC VIDEO
http://www.dozer-blazer.tr.gg
[Intro]
Ohh!ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better
(so much better)
[Chorus]
ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryna get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by.
[verse 1]
Summertime, white Porsche Carrera is milky
I'm on the grind, let my paper stackin' I'm filthy
It's funny how niggas get to screw-facin' at me
Anyhow they ain't got the heart to get at me
I'll get down, Southside's the hood that I come from
So I don't cruise through nobody 'hood without my gun
They know the kid ain't goin' for all that bullshit
Try and stick me, I'ma let off a full clip
It ain't my fault you done fucked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up?
Everybody mad when they paper don't stack right
But when I come around ya niggas better act right
When we got the tops...down you can hear the system thump
yeah, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
Shut ya block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
yeah, when we rollin', rollin', rollin'
[Chorus]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Joe you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryna get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by.
[Verse 2]
Girls Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come to scoop me up at L.A.X. and I hop in
But when it comes to bad bitches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a mann wanna see how Cali girls freak off
After that five hour flight from New York
I start spittin G at a bitch like a pimp, man
Tell her, "Meet me at the Mondrian so we can do our thang."
She can bring the lingerie with her, I sup-pose
Or we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
Then she can run and tell her best friend 'bout my sex game
Then her best friend could potentially be next, man
Listen man, shit...changed, I came up I'm doin my thang
Homey I'm holin', holin', holin'
Oh shit man, the store owner watchin' you
'For somethin' get stolen, stolen, stolen
[Chorus: 50 Cent]
Ja you's a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you's a window shopper
In the jewelry store lookin' at shit you can't buy
Jo you's a window shopper
In the dealership, tryna get a test drive
Nas you's a window shopper
Mad as fuck when you see me ride by.
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Music video by 50 Cent performing Many Men (Wish Death): Dirty Version
http://dozer-blaze
Music video by 50 Cent performing Many Men (Wish Death): Dirty Version
http://dozer-blazer.tr.gg/
with Curtis Jackson, Darrell Branch, Luis Resto, Frederick J. Perren, Keni St.Lewis
(C) 2003 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records
"Many Men (Wish Death)"
[Lloyd Banks]
We gotta go get something to eat man
I'm hungry as a motherfucker
[50 Cent]
Ay yo man, damn what's taking homie so long son?
[Lloyd Banks]
50 calm down we're coming
[9 Shots]
[Banks and 50]
Ahh, ohh, what the fuck!?
[50 Cent]
Ahh! son, pull up! pull up!
[50 Cent]
Many men, wish death upon me
Blood in my eye dawg and I can't see
I'm trying to be what I'm destined to be
And niggas trying to take my life away
I put a hole in a nigga for fucking with me
My back on the wall, now you gon' see
Better watch how you talk, when you talk about me
'Cause I'll come and take your life away
Many men, many, many, many many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Now these pussy niggas putting money on my head
Go on and get your refund mother fucker, I ain't dead
I'm the diamond in the dirt, that ain't been found
I'm the underground king and I ain't been crowned
When I rhyme, something special happen every time
I'm the greatest, something like Ali in his prime
I walk the block with the bundles
I've been knocked on the humble
Swing the ox when I rumble
Show your ass what my gun do
Got a temper nigga, go'head, lose your head
Turn your back on me, get clapped and lose your legs
I walk around gun on my waist, chip on my shoulder
Till I bust a clip in your face, pussy, this beef ain't over
Many men, many, many, many many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have merced on my soul
So when my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Sunny days wouldn't be special, if it wasn't for rain
Joy wouldn't feel so good, if it wasn't for pain
Death gotta be easy, 'cause life is hard
It'll leave you physically, mentally, and emotionally scarred
This if for my niggas on the block, twisting trees and cigars
For the niggas on lock, doing life behind bars
I don't see only God can judge me, 'cause I see things clear
Quick these crackers will give my black ass a hundred years
I'm like Paulie in Goodfellas, you can call me the Don
Like Malcolm by any means, with my gun in my palm
Slim switched sides on me, let niggas ride on me
I thought you was cool, but you want me to die (homie? (x2)
Many men, many, many, many, many many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have merced on my soul
So when my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Every night I talk to God, but he don't say nothing back
I know he protecting me, but I still stay with my gat
In my nightmares, niggas keep pulling techs on me
Psych says some bitch done, put a hex on me
The feds didn't know much, when Pac got shot
I got a kite from the pens that told me, Tuck got knocked
I ain't gonna spell it out for you motherfuckers all the time
Are you illiterate nigga? You can't read between the lines
In the bible it says, what goes around, comes around
Hamo shot me three weeks later he got shot down
Now it's clear that I'm here, for a real reason
'Cause he got hit like I got hit, but he ain't fuckin' breathing
Many men, many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
Lord I don't cry no more
Don't look to the sky no more
Have mercy on me
Have merced on my soul
So when my heart turned cold
Have mercy on many men
Many, many, many, many men
Wish death upon me
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50 Cent - Amusement Park (Curtis Album) http://dozer-blazer.tr.gg
dozer blazer Curtis Jac
50 Cent - Amusement Park (Curtis Album) http://dozer-blazer.tr.gg
dozer blazer Curtis Jackson (C) 2007 Shady Records/Aftermath Records/Interscope Records 50 cent
50
Ferrari F-50
Chorus
Shorty you ain't gotta take 'em panties off just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride
It goes up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
It's only night I know what you like
And I just had a break yall
Verse 1
Good Evening Ladies I tell you from the start
I'm hoping you enjoy my amusement park
There's lots of activities fun things to do
And now I find my pleasure in pleasing you
Some rides go fast some rides go slow
If your heights went up high HELL yeah I go low
It tastes so sweet let's dig in cotton candy
if we get carried away we'd be starting a family
It's a perfect time for a magic trick
Girl you know there's no fun without the magic stick
Now watch me as I pull a rabbit out a hat
Then you can use the rabbit all over your cat
Applause now it's the first half of my act
Started as a pimp now I'm more like a mack
I don't need your paper just don't f**k with my stats
(Oh it's like that?) Yeah it's like that
Chorus
Shorty you ain't gotta take 'em panties just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride
[Amusement Park lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
It goes up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night I know what you like
And I just had a break yall
Verse 2
Now you can ride the horse around the carousel
Explosions Trojans all in the hotel
Put me to the test girl I don't fail
I work it out
Without a doubt
There's plenty water rising I'm sure it'll get you wet in the pot
Have your luster's seduction considered or not
Throw a hoop around the bottle, I'll be your teddy bear
Whatever color you like you know I don't care
I really want to thank you for attending this affair
Now go encourage your friends to come have fun here
I smile when I speak put up your hands sincere
And your pass is valid all summer my dear
So watch everything that you can always return
There's so many tricks to the trade you should learn
Suck that, Lick that, Swallow that lollipop
Forget that, Brick that, Ride it non-stop
Chorus
Shorty you ain't gotta take 'em panties off just move it to the side
If you wanna ride on a roller coaster baby come on and ride
It goes up and down and round and round
Stand up or get on the floor
Its only night I know what you like
And I just had a break yall
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