| Tune-Yards – Wooly Wolly Gong Lyrics | 12 years ago |
| I think this song is meant to be sung for a little child as it goes to sleep. Very much like a nice lullaby. | |
| Big Boi – Turns Me On Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me cause a nigga like me don't fuck around Niggas don't fuck with a nigga like me cause a nigga like me don't fuck around Rump-pump-peh I know you see that no one's competin' ooh that turns me on ooh that turns me on what turns me on about ya, i doubt you have a clue, sassy attitude, and red bottom shoes god im mad at you i do think you're fierce and that you killing them of course with the features of an angel and the bottom of a horse thoroughbred, thorough head makes ya moist like the dark fudge brownie with the nut of your choice soaking wet, all the feathers in the goose down, who's loose now you done let the juice ooze down do smile, when you do it's on some ooh child kiss ya in the mouth, juicy fruit, make it cool down and make it truth, aint it true now divine neck, the respect it aint shit for me to prove you need some time, press the snooze down I don't mind cause im as hard as all the iron in all the toolhouse or toolshed, go and play it like. When alarm sounds off, a round 2 is up ahead I know you see that (it aint going down without you) no ones competed ooh that turns me on ooh that turns me on Who gives a damn about the past? I live for the day, plan for the future, pack a lunch, and haul ass. Anyway, it aint no time for no picnics, this-that business, the slickness to get your chick hit quick. I make her drip all her liquids then get butt-booty naked when i spit on some pimp shit, make her legs shake so she never loses interest calling out my name when I'm asking, "whose is this?" Naw, it's not a game, ass falling out the frame with my polaroid camera I have to take two flics. She can't avoid all the stamina, we do this with no steroids or other artificial juices. Therefore, she knows the undisputed truth when I slip into this bood while i slid into this booth I'm kicking it with you, lot like martial artists do we can break boards, and you can kick rocks too. I know you see that (it aint going down without ya) No one's competin' ooh that turns me on ooh that turns me on sit yourself down on the big old bed turn your body round here let me give you some- don't you want to make a freaky memory with me, so later on you can think about it then you'll be like damn.. that turns me on I know you see that (it aint going down without ya) No one's competin' ooh that turns me on ooh that turns me on from the back now from the front |
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| Big Boi – Daddy Fat Sax Lyrics | 15 years ago |
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The correct lyrics: It is I the B I G the B O I Peel my ears to the streets and eyes to the sky Kept my sights on the prize wide open doors wide Like the thighs of a hooker spread told the girl bye I got bigger fish to fry niggas wish I would retire Cause of the pressure I apply everytime I bust a rhyme None of the rest of ya are tryin Of the masses while you niggas kicking it like jackasses N who you voting for republican or democratic? Don't say it doesnt matter cause that's how they stole the last one Assassins bullets might be waiting for Obama Do you think they'll have a brother before billys baby momma come on Chorus: Look at the way you look at me, da-daddy fat sax In my cadillac six woofers and four amps My daddy told me it was mine for the taking A true gift from God the stars aligned when they made me Him a Renas baby they first born son I'm Antwon Andre Patton the only one But mind of a champion with heart of a lion I'm defying all the laws like a caterpillar flying Way before my time and reside in the dirty dirty Where they still hanging lynches like we in the early thirties God damn you know who I am (da-daddy fat sax) Royal fam of atlanta dungeon bitch you understand boi This ain't what you want let be clear from the bungie I write knock out songs you spit punchlines for money Chorus With my ears to the streets and my eyes to the sky I'm on another planet my nigga and you jus fly (fly-y) Cause I'm (da-daddy fat sax) take that muthafucka, take that With my ears to the streets n my eyes to the sky I'm on another planet my nigga and you jus fly (fly cause he's daddy fat sax) Riding off in a cadillac like that nig Chorus Yea (da-da-daddy fat sax) what his name is (da-da-daddy fat sax) What ya talking bout (da-da-daddy fat sax) Boi Stop-stop-stop uh |
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