What are the lyrics to Kedash's "In love with a gangsta"?
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I'm in love with a stripper\n Lyrics\n(Artist: t-pain)\nIntro]\nGoddamn Lil Mama\nU know u thick as hell u know what im sayin\nMatter fact\nAfter the club u know what im talkin bout\nMe and my niggas gone be together u know what im sayin\nI aint gon worry bout them really though\nIm just lookin at u\nYea u know\nU got them big ass hips god damn!\nGot the body of a goddess\nGot eyes with a peak of brown eyes see you girl\nDroppin Low\nShe Comin Down from the ceiling\nTo tha floo\nYea She Know what she doin\nYea yea yea\nShe doin that right thang\nYea yea yea yea ea\nI Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang\nCause I'm N Luv wit a stripper\nShe poppin she rollin she rollin\nShe climbin that pole and\nIm N Luv with a stripper\nShe trippin she playin she playin\nIm not goin nowhere girl im stayin\nIm N Luv with a stripper\nOut of all the girls she be the hottest\nLike n the way she break it down i see u girl\nSpinnin wide\nAnd She lookin at me\nRight in my eyes\nYea She got my attention\nyea yea yea\nEnough to get me to mention\nI Need to get her over to my crib and do that night thang\nCause Im N Luv Wit a Stripper\nShe can pop it she can lock it\nTake the pinderas down im bout to see this sexy girl\nIn My bed\nShe don't know what she is doin\nTo my head\nYea She turnin tricks on me\nYea Yea Yea\nShe dont even know me\nYea yea yea ea\nI'd have got her over to my crib to do that night thing\nCause I'm N Luv Wit a Stripper\n\nKnightowl - In Love With a Gangsta Lyrics\n\n[Girl]\nBaby, I know that right about now you might think\nThat we ain't going to make it but don't worry\nBelieve in me and call my name whenever you need me\nI'll always be there for you no matter what my daddy says\n\n[Chorus]\nDaddy I'm in love with a thug\nDaddy I'm in love with a gangsta.\nDaddy I'm in love with a thug\nDon't be mad cause I'm in love with a gangsta.\n\n[Knightowl]\nI never thought that I would meet the girl\nThat would stick around even though you told me\nThat your parents use to say I told you so\nHe's a bald headed gangster\nAnd through his eyes I see insanity\nBut girl that never stopped you\nAnd to this day I rock you\nYou're my girl\nAnd you're the one that's always been around\nWhen I needed love you held me tight\nYou kissed me through the night\nPeople told you that I was violent\nPeople told you that I was crazy\nBut still we both remain as one\nWhen you feel pain, I feel the pain\nYou never left my side\nWhen you was mad you kept it all inside\nYou never told me matter fact you use to hold me\nAnd that was just like nothing\nLike the world was made for me and you\nYou're so damn strong\nI dedicate to you this song\nCause you're the woman that's seen the way\nI've now became a man\nI now make money off my raps\nDon't need to take fools off the map\nBut I will if I have to don't think that I went soft\nAll things be the same\nI'll put a hole inside your brain.\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Knightowl]\nI'm gonna thank you for those times\nYou put a smile upon my face\nYou've always been able to make me see\nThat life be rough but I be tough\nI gotta keep on fighting\nAll them trials and tribulations\nLife ain't never been fair\nBut I gotta stay on top to make it through\nI gotta make it can't let no muthaf**ker take it\nI always keep it real with the shit that I reveal\n \nI can't let all them evil thoughts\nThat creep up all inside me\nI gotta maintain composure\nCause the devil walks beside me\nGot good and bad upon my shoulders\nBut I feel one heavy\nI'm so deranged\nMy mind's insane\nI'm cursed\nI'm dead already\nNow what am I to do when death\nKeeps calling out my name\nI feel the pain but I won't complain\nI'll sit and watch the rain\nStart thinking\nReminiscing bout them times we use to have\nAll them times we still be having\nCause it's you that's got the manin\nThoughts that make
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search for the lyrics on google!
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Thug in u thug in me; 2pac\nnot sure though
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It's B R Right with Ludacris & Trina.\n[Trina:] a$$ smaked\n[Luda:]legs wide\n[Trina:] front back\n[Luda:] side to side\n[Trina:] pu$$y wet\n[Luda:] slip n slide\n[Luda:] yep everythin gon be alright\n\n[Trina]\nwait b!tch, imma blow my kisses,\nget pist and throw my dishes,\nyall n!ggas know jus who this is,\nwoo woo, and the head so vicious.\n\nwith me, this shit gon cost,\nyou $hort? then thas yo lost,\nyou know this a$$ is soft,\nmake a nigga goto breakin off.\n\ntell me that you love me baby,\nget hot and f**k me crazy,\nget a towel and wipe me off,\nyou want a bitch wit no type of flaws.\n\nmy gurls be shoppin hard,\nthese hoes be buyin cars,\nin the club buyin bars,\nnipples hard its a sign of braws.\n\nfrom the niggas who gettin chese,\nthrow back in the crispy g's,\nmore wet? crist dont freeze,\nlaugh at the tab, cause this on me.\n\nme and luda in the cut supreme,\ndoin things jus to touch the creme,\nso many names wana fuck the queen,\ni live a life like its jus a dream.\n\n[Chorus X2]\n\n[Luda]\nget it right beother, jump,\ngimme the beat then imma make it bump,\ntell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam,\ntrouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk.\n\nyou aint seen no chicks like mine,\nyou aint seen no flicks like mine,\nbet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's.\n\ntell me that you like it raw,\ntell me that my d!ck is plump,\ni might make you famous, and buy you watches by marice mc. craw\n\ntell me if its new or old,\ntell me if its hot or cold,\nlet me know if its black & bold,\nsay ludacris 6 million sold.\n\nsee i aint got no time for games,\nand i aint got no times for lames,\nhow you lovin my souther slang,\nooo eee walla walla bing bang.\n\nso anytime you need me call,\nwhether summer, spring, or fall,\nit doesnt matter come one come all,\neither get dropped or drop them draws.\n\n[Chorus X 2]\n\n[Trina]\ndiamond, princess,\njust mind, your buisness,\nthese rumors, are senseless,\nyour whispers, are endless.\n\nwe livin ghetto fab,\nwe spendin hella cash,\nthis girl is hella bad,\nyour choice is trailer trash.\n\ntoo much, taste for whores,\nyou saw me grace, the stores,\nyour saw me work, the vibe\nbitches, i works for mine.\n\none time, for these divas,\ntwo times, for these visas,\nthird time i come im breezin,\nthe ice...just keeps on freezin.\n\nhold up imma keep it goin,\nback to back imma keep on goin,\nplatinum plaques, keepin it up,\nwet $ex, keepin it good.\n\nlook girl, you dont know my angle,\na hundred thou with a platinum bengal,\nmy niggas'll slow your roll,\npu$$y power, we in control.\n\n[Chrous X 2]\n\nyea, thas right....im back again...round two mother f**kers. \nthas rite im talkin greece.lyricstop\nim a arrogant lil mother f**ker huh?\nthas rite im rich, im that b!tch, thas rite.\nim about show yall how to pimp this sh!t. \nim f**kin n!ggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, f**k that. \nf**k all yall haters, f**k all yall b!tches, get a life. \nyou got too much time on your hands.\ni want yall b!tches to get a job, up your game. \npimp your game up baby, its all about me this time, f**k that. \nf**k a dime, im a silva dolla, holla.\ncatch me when i come off tour, f**k yall.\nim out
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Not sure if these are the lyrics you are referring to but if they are.. good. Type the below URL to get them:\n\nhttp://www.theslip.net/node/85
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try www.lyricscafe.com
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im not sure of the artist but i think the song is called "Im a gangsta"
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go to google.com and type in "the lyrics to comment by wilco
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Bawitdaba\nKid Rock\n\n(fade in) said the boogy said up jump the boogie\n\n**Chorus** 5X \n\nbawitdba da bang da dang diggy diggy diggy said the boogie said up jump the boogie\n\n1st verse:\nMY NAME IS KKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII\nKKIIDD RROOCCKK...\n\n**Chorus** 4X\n\n2nd verse:\nAnd this is for the questions that don't have any answers, the midnight \nglancers and the topless dancers, the gander freeks, cars packed with \nspeakers, the G's with the 40's and the chicks with beepers. The Northern \nlights, in the Southern cover and it don't even matter if the things are \npunctured. All the crack–heads, the cridics, the sidics, and all my heros at \nthe methidone clinics. All you bastards at the IRS for the crooked cops, and \nthe cluttered desks. For the shots of Jack, and the caps of math, half \npints of love, and to feel so stressed. For the hookers all drinking out in \n\n\nHollywood and for my hoods of the world misunderstood I said "Its all in good \nand its all in fun. NOW GET IN THE PIT AND TRY TO LOVE SOMEONE!!"\n\n**Chorus** 4X\n\n3rd verse:\nFor the time–bots ticking and the heads that hang. All the gangs getting \nmoney, and the heads to bang-bang. Wild Mustangs, the porno flicks, and all \nmy homies in the county in cell block 6. The crips with the raining of the \neggs to cook, every DB Cooper and the money he took. You can look for answers \nbut that aint fun. NOW GET IN THE PIT AND TRY TO LOVE SOMEONE!!\n\n(Gutar solo)\n\n**Chorus**\n2X (Come on) \n**Chorus**\n2X\n\nLove... and for the hate... and for the pain... WWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA...\n\n**Chorus** \n2X (Come on)\n**Chorus**\n2X
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open these links:\n\nhttp://www.lyricsmagnet.com/song/INTAN+SARAFINA/KEMBALI_lyrics_cllsgb.html\n\nhttp://www.lyricsmagnet.com/song/INTAN+SARAFINA/SELAMANYA_lyrics_cllsgg.html
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Yeah, it's Spanish...lots of slang--definitely not Mexican, which is the slang I'm most familiar with (it might be Puerto Rican?), and some of these lyrics are misspelled/missing punctuation; but, here's what I've got:\n\nHeyyyy \nCalor, sudor = Heat, sweat \nBailando reggaeton = Dancing reggaeton (latin hip-hop music)\nCalor, sudor = heat, sweat\nSig[u]e bailando y no pares = keep dancing and don't stop\nCalor sudor = heat, sweat\nBailando reggaeton = dancing reggaeton\nCalor sudor = heat, sweat\nPide mas qu[i]ere mas pegate y dale = She asks for more, she wants more, get close and give it to her \n\n[Wisin] \nSiente mi fuego muchacha = Feel my fire, girl\nDale waracha = Give her 'waracha' (which is not a real word, don't know what it is) \nTemble que temble que pa[ra] que tiemble la cacha = shake, shake so that your 'handle' shakes (slang term for penis, I'm guessing)\nCrystal y Don Perinon y se emborachan = Crystal (brand of beer, or slang for meth) and Dom Perignon (kind of champagne) and get drunk\nMe encanta su facha = I like your look\nLe tiro y no se agacha = I shoot it and she doesn't duck\nRo[m]pe el suelo, marshmellow = Bust the ground, marshmallow\nEl duo de la historia con R Kelly en un duelo = The match-up of history with R Kelly in a duel\nBello bello huello = beautiful beautiful step\nComo la gata con mi reggaeton se suelta el pelo = The way my reggaeton makes a female cat shed her fur\nW, R Kelly, Luny Tunes and Nelly \nYandel pon enfriar el Don Peri = Yandel, put the champagne in to chill\nYo pongo las sacos y las hojas de blue berry = I'll bring the pouches and the blueberry leaves\nEsta to[do] ready chula pa[ra] q[ue] se te suda la cherry = Everything's ready, baby, to make your cherry sweat\nLuny Tunes!\n\n(Yeah, so I'm thinking the lyrics don't really make a huge amount of sense, they just rhyme in Spanish...)
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www.lyrics.com!\n\nidot!  jk\n\nME 10 POINTS FOR BEST ANSWER! K! K! x)
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http://www.lyricsdir.com/gravy-train-kottonmouth-bj-lyrics.html
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Hindi Song Title: Dus Bahane Karke Le Gaye Dil\nHindi Movie/Album Name: DUS \nSinger(s): SHAAN, K.K
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The Ballad of Chasey Laine by The Bloodhound Gang\nFace Down Asss Up by Deja Vu\nGet in the ring by Guns n Roses\nYou can do it (get your assss in to it) by Ice Cube\nPretty Fly For A White Guy by the Offspring\nI see you baby (shakin that asss) - Groove armada\nthe song the kids sing in the final in the movie "school of rock"\n\nAll contain asss. I can't think of any with bum in it apart from "hey fatty bum bum" but I 4get who sang it.\n\nI'll have to check back here to see if there is any more!\n\nADD ON:\nHey! apparently the 2nd verse of "Ice ice baby" begins "dance, bum rush the speaker"... thats 2 bum songs!
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Akon\n"I Wanna Love You"\n(feat. Snoop Dogg)\n\n[Akon:] Convict...Music...and you know we up front. \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin’ and grindin’ up on the floor\nI know you see me lookin' at you and you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \n\n[Snoop Dogg] \nMoney in the air as mo’ fell \nGrab you by your coattail, take you to the motel, ho sale\nDon’t tell, wont tell, baby say “I don’t talk, Dogg unless you told on me” - oh well \nTake a picture wit me, what the flick gon’ do\nBaby stick to me and I’ma stick on you\nIf you pick me then I’ma pick on you\nd-o-double g and I’m here to put this d*** on you \nI'm stuck on p**** and your’s is right\nRip ridin’ the poles and them doors is tight \nAnd I’ma get me a shot ‘fo the end of the night \nCuz p**** is p**** and baby you’re p**** for life\n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin’ and grindin’ up on the floor\nI know you see me lookin' at you and you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \n\n[Akon] \nShorty I can see you ain’t lonely\nHandful of n***** and they all got cheese\nSee you lookin’ at me now what its gon’ be \nJust another tease far as I can see\nTrynna get you up out this club if it means spendin' a couple dubs\nThrowin’ bout 30 stacks in the back make it rain like that cuz I'm far from a scrub\nAnd you know my pedigree, ex-deala use to move phetamines\nGirl I spend money like it don’t mean nuthin’ and besides I got a thing for you. \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin’ and grindin’ up on the floor, \nI know you see me lookin' at you and you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know girl\n\n[Snoop Dogg] \nMobbin' through the club and I’m low pressin’ \nI’m sittin’ in the back in the smoker’s section (just smokin’) \nBirds eye, I got a clear view\nYou can’t see me, but I can see you (baby I see you) -mm\nIt’s cool, we jet, the mood is set, your p* is wet \nYou’re rubbin’ your back and touchin’ your neck\nYour body is movin', you humpin' and jumpin'\nYour t****** is bouncin', you smilin' and grinnin' and lookin’ at me\n\n[Akon] \nGirl and while your looking at me I’m ready to hit the caddy\nRight up on the patio move the patty to the caddy\nBaby you got a phatty, the type I like to marry\nWantin’ to just give you everything and that’s kinda scary\nCuz I'm lovin the way you shake your ass\nBouncin', got me tippin' my glass \nLil' mully(?) don’t get caught up too fast \nBut I got a thing for you\n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin’ and grindin’ up on the floor, \nI know you see me lookin' at you and you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \n\n[Chorus: Akon] \nI see you windin’ and grindin’ up on the floor, \nI know you see me lookin' at you and you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \nI wanna love you, you already know \n\ngirl...\n\n\nthis is the edited version the uncut one is "i want to F you"\n\nhope this helps!
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2PAC LYRICS\n\nthe poverty bothers me but mama's working wonders in the kitchen\nListen I can hear her crying in the bedroom\npraying for money we never think would she be dead soon\nAm I wrong for wishing I was somewhere else\nat 13 can't feed myself\nCan I blame daddy 'cause he left me\nwish he would've helped me\ntoo much like him 'til my mama don't love me\nOn my own at a early age gettin' paid\nand I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid\nWhere did I go astray I'm hanging in the back streets\nrunning with G's and dope fiends will they jack me?\nCan't turn back my eyes on the prize\nI got nothing to lose\neverybody gotta die\nsay good-bye to the bad guy\nthat one you fucked when you passed by\nBuck buck [gunshots] from a Glock\ntempured glass fly\nDo or Die walk a mile in my shoes\nand you'd be crazy too\nwith nothing to lose\n\n[Chorus]\n\nI got nothing to lose\n(that's why I got gang related)\ngot nothing to lose [5x]\nnothing to lose\n\n[Verse 2]\n\nI thank the Lord for my many blessings\nthough I'm stressin' keep a vest for protection\nfrom the barrel of the Smith & Wesson\nand all my niggas in the pen'\nhere we go again\nAin't nothing seperating us from a mack 10\nBorn in the ghetto as a hustla older\nstraight soldier bucking at them bustas\nNo matter how you try niggas never die\nWe just retaliate with hate then we multiply\nsee me striking down the block hittin' co'ners\nMobbin' like a muthafucka livin' like I wanna\nAin't no stoppin' at the red lights I'm sideways\nThug Life muthafucka criiime pays\nLet the cops put they lights on\nchase me nigga\nZIG-ZAGGIN' through the freeway\nrace me nigga\nIn a high speed chase with the law\nthe realest muthafucka that you ever saw\nI'm livin' raw 'til they bury me don't worry me\nI'm high livin' like I ain't afraid to die\nAnd you could walk a mile in my shoes\nand you'd be crazy too\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\n\nAin't no escape from a deadly fate\nand everyday there's a million black bodies put away\nI'm startin' to lose hope\nit seems everybody's on dope\nMama told me to leave 'cause she was broke\nSometimes I choke on the indo\npeepin' out the window alone on my own\nI'm a criminal\nGot no love from the household I'm out cold\nin the streets give me muthafucking peace\nI got nothing to lose\nand something to prove\nWhat do I do live Thug Life nigga stay true\nI wonder when they kill me\nis there a Heaven for a real G\nLord forgive me if you feel me\n'Cause all my life I was dirt broke\nwith no hope li'l skinny muthafucka wantin' dough\nI hated cutting suckers with my razor blade\nbut everyday it's a struggle to get major paid\nAnyway it's so hard on a nigga in this city\nno pity and ain't no love for the scrubs that be buyin' time\nIf you could walk a mile in my shoes you'd be crazy too\nwith nothing to lose\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Outro]\nIt was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest...Muthafucka!\nYou know!\nIt was a what type nigga be a Thug Life nigga\nWe be the craziest!\n\nBrooklyn Babies Lyrics\n\n[Tiffany]\nBobby, I'm tired of yo' shit, nigga!\nI'm "Nothing To Lose"\n\n[Verse 1]\n\nThe only way to change me is maybe blow my brains out\nstuck in the middle of the game to get the pain out\nPray to my God everyday but he don't listen\n\n tired of you comin' in at 3 o'clock in the mornin'\nNigga, you got a family here\nYou act like you don't fuckin' know that shit\nNigga, what the fuck?\n\n[RZA {*overlapped by chorus*}]\nYo, yo, yo, yo..\nGrowin' up in crazy Cali\nYo, yo, yo..\n\n[Chorus 1 - Force MD's]\nDigital, these niggas should be crazy\nGrowin' up as a Brooklyn baby\nBedstuy, this is my life..\n\n[RZA]\nYo, yo, yo..\nA Brooklyn baby, I was bron up in King's County\nInside the womb seven months b