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2pac Ft. T.i. ... Pac's Life

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1 2pac Ft. T.i. ... Pac's Life
1 239 lectures
2 FAT JOE FT R KELLY LIL WAYNE - MAKE IT RAIN REMIX
689 lectures
3 2pac & fabolous & ne-yo --make me better & happy home
355 lectures
4 I Won't Tell (Clean)
247 lectures

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ThiS iS FaBOlouS ft. Tamia so into YoU "VideO & LyricS"

[Intro - Tamia]
I think you're truly something special (Ooooh)
Just what my dream are really made of (Dreams are really made of)
Let's stay together you and me boy (Ooo-ooo-ooh)
There's no one like you 'round, oh baby
Oh, I wanna love you, yeah yeah

[Fabolous] + (Tamia)
Uh, baby girl (Yeah, yeah)
Uh, uh, (Ooh)
Desert Storm, uh (Ooo-ooh)
Uh, uh huh, uh, uh huh, uh (Ooo-ooh)
Yeah, yeah, oh, uh

[Verse 1 - Fabolous]
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now, I want to be more than a friend of you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou'
There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's
Maybe, I'm speaking general now
But girl I'ma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now
Where I go, they wear bikini's in the winter too now
What you think about, tan lines on the skin of you now
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou'
On 5th Ave. shopping spree's, and them dinners to Chao's
I ain't concerned what other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous it's the principle now, I'm so into you

[Chorus x2 - Tamia]
I, really like
What you've, done to me
I can't really explain it
I'm, so into you

[Verse 2 - Fabolous]
Come on ma, it's more than a flashin'
I woulda traded it all, in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashin'
Just off the shore, so you can hear when water be splashin'
The drop top three and a quarter we dashin'
The flawless diamonds, and the border we flashin'
[ So Into You lyrics found on http://www.completealbumlyrics.com ]
The money, we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every quarter be cashed in, I can't really explain it
My friend be thinkin' I'm slippin', these girls be thinkin' I'm trippin'
What kinda weed he be smokin', what type of drinks he be sippin'
Sweet thing, just to think of you dippin'
Would have me with the blue's so hard, you would think I was crippin'
Now, you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards with no limits
So you don't worry about maxin' when you spend
Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends
How'd you like it if, both our name's had Jackson on the ends, uh

[Chorus x2]

[Verse 3 - Fabolous]
I don't wanna trip, but truth is
Girl the way you cook a steak, remind me of those strips in Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it ain't because my whips is roofless
Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary envy es dipped Jesus'
Other ballers look dumb when they press you, five and sixes
You don't let them kinda numbers impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Bein' a player was becoming too stressful
But every since, the superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa be painted
Just so we can get really acquainted
The love is real, there's no way it could feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, uh, yeah

[Chorus] x2

[Outro - Tamia]
I, really like (Ooo-ooo-ooh)
What I feel, when I'm with you (With you)
You're a dream come true (You're, oh yeah, yeah)
Don't you ever leave my side (Ever leave my side, oh no)
'Cause it feel so right (Oh baby, oh I)
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# Posté le mardi 03 juin 2008 06:16

Modifié le mardi 03 juin 2008 09:42

MP3 : Pac's Life / 2pac Ft. T.i. ... Pac's Life (2008)

Pac's Life / 2pac Ft. T.i. ... Pac's Life (2008)

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  • Titre : 2pac Ft. T.i. ... Pac's Life
  • Album : Pac's Life
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Uh oh, Uh oh, Oh!, Oh!, Oh!
They ain't ready for this
LT Hutton
T.I.
Ashanti
It's that new 'Pac y'all

[Chorus: Ashanti]

Pac's life
(Everybody need's to chill)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(It's Tupac the king)
What do you know about Pac's life
(What do you know? What do you know?)
(Only real niggas stay on top)
Everybody talking 'bout Pac's life
(Outlawz)

[Verse One: Tupac]

Started with five shots, niggas plotting to kill him
Never figured that, that same nigga sell five million
Hit the charts like a mad man nothing but hits
Court cases got a nigga facing multiple digits
Dodging cop cars look how we come so far
Picture a high school drop out
Rolling a double R
House full of happiness, weed and drank
Way out
So when trouble tried to find me can't
Never visioned living longer than my twenty first
Thought I'd locked down, cracked out or in the dirt
And though it hurts to see the change
It comes with the fame
Watch them gossip in this silly game
To all the motherfucker's speaking down on me this is the night
Why's everybody caught up In Pac's life?
To all y'all niggas
Conversating on my life
Mind your motherfucking business

[Chorus]

[Verse Two: T.I]

I remember that
Ay
What's happening Pac
Yeah I know we never to meet
But we know all the same people so we got to speak
You taught me first, fake nigga can't stop a G
And all the shit you went through
Meant a lot to me
But when they locked you up for for nothing it was shame to see
You we know the crack came and did the same thing to me
I get along with real niggas it's the lane to be
Talking loud out of pocket tryna bang with me
And so I pull it out my pocket let it rain you see
Now they all in the court room blaming me
See we ain't live the same life but represent the same struggle
Power to the real niggas death to the sucker's
Money over bitches, get to know 'em for you love 'em
Death before dishonour never talk to undercover's
Live by the same rules so I minus the tattoo's
With the same sort of dude with he same short fuse

[Chorus]

[Verse Three: Tupac]

I want money in large amounts
My garage full of cars that bounce
Moving my tapes in major weight cause every dollar counts
Busters is jealous and half these niggas is punks
They running off at the mouth till I fill it up with my pump
They jump my automatic keep 'em weary
While you fronting like you Billy Bad Ass
Nigga you scary
I been knowing you for years
We was high school peers
In Junior High
I was itching' to kill
And you was, 'Ready To Die'
While you bullshitting niggas was dying and catching cases
Busting my automatics at motherfucker's in foreign places
Leaving no trace, they see my face and then they buried
Bitches die in a hurry
Still I ride, I'm never worried
Mr. Makaveli tell me to ride and I'ma ride
Pick my enemies out the crowd
And motherfucker's die
It's not the way I wanna live
My nigga it's how it is
Only real niggas stay on top

[Chorus]

Why are all you niggas all up in my shit?
Tell them motherfucker's
Outlawz
Fuck all y'a

# Posté le lundi 02 juin 2008 11:06

Modifié le mardi 03 juin 2008 06:18

MP3 : Elephant In The Room / I Won't Tell (Clean) (2008)

 Elephant In The Room  /  I Won't Tell (Clean) (2008)

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  • Titre : I Won't Tell (Clean)
  • Album : Elephant In The Room
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Fat Joe:
baby u could keep a secret?
haha calca..kills mania..
hey,hey

(FAT JOE)
Fresh off tha runway pale white nik'z,
phantom top drop on that I 95
pink see us sucka'z who but I?
im on my way to party a corut NY
now i aint gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles,
and mami's lookin like americas top model..
she said ya earring, look at that thing. thats even bigger then the rock on my ring
now shes got a man, plays for the hawks.
im like come on ma u know me run New York
J'z in the background put you to bed
says shes got brains so im lookin ahead
and im lookin for bread, i gotta eat on these streets
shit 17-5 bout 2 holla at G'z
im a real nigga, real nigga'z do real things
and i can keep a secret its tha song that i sing

(Chorus J.Holiday)
Baby I Wont Tell
If you dont want me to
cuz i got a thing for you
and i'd do anything for you (girl anything)
Baby I Wont tell
i'd never do that to you
cuz baby you got it and you got me,
i got a thing for you

(FAT JOE)
a material girl in a material world,
venus, serena, my cereal girls
what you kno about havin dinner on a jet?
make it back before the DJ'z finished with his set,
now they call me the birdman
when the door'z ajar
ghost ride the whip like im from oakland ya'll
its the crack man and he aint got a shot ,da don, tha wrist is jacob earring chapard
when the chows for chows out

know its da same thing
bills so high, they throwin tha champagne..
ima real nigga, real niggas do real things
and i can keep a secret, its tha song that i sing

( Chorus J.Holiday)
Baby I Wont Tell
If you dont want me to
cuz i got a thing for you
and i'd do anything for you (girl anything)
Baby I Wont tell (i can keep a secret)
i'd never do that to you
cuz baby you got it and you got me,
i got a thing for you

(FAT JOE)
millionare frames,perrir rocks
everyday a different chain nigga get ya gear up
name anotha fat guy fly like me
and get you right laid pipe all night like me
call you fruity pebbles cuz you got so many spy bags purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue the white bag
hermes shyt where ever you lay your eyes at
red card, black card, i could buy that
louie vutton im truly the don
christian, lou vutton the blue is charm
im a real nigga, real niggas do real things
and i can keep a secret is the song that i sing

(Chorus J. Holiday) X2
Baby I Wont Tell
If you dont want me to
cuz i got a thing for you
and i'd do anything for you (girl anything)
Baby I Wont tell
i'd never do that to you
cuz baby you got it and you got me,
i got a thing for you

J. Holiday
yeah see i wont tell, i wont tell, no no, no no,no no, yea yea yea yea
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# Posté le samedi 31 mai 2008 07:11

Modifié le mardi 03 juin 2008 06:20

MP3 : MAKE IT RAIN / FAT JOE FT R KELLY LIL WAYNE - MAKE IT RAIN REMIX (2008)

MAKE IT RAIN  / FAT JOE FT R KELLY LIL WAYNE - MAKE IT RAIN REMIX  (2008)

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  • Titre : FAT JOE FT R KELLY LIL WAYNE - MAKE IT RAIN REMIX
  • Album : MAKE IT RAIN
  • Année : 2008

Paroles :

Whoo!
Roxanne, (Its Khals bitches! Owww!) You don't have to turn off your red
light...

[Fat Joe:]
Static!
Let's make it rain on these niggaz (Remix!)

[Lil Wayne:]
Yeah, I'm in this bitch with the terror
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix!)
I'm in this bitch with the terror (We back! Let's go!)
Gotta handful of stacks, better grab an umbrella
I make it rain, I make it rain I make it rain on them hoes
I make it rain, I make it rain (Remix! Remix! We back!)
I make it rain, I make it rain on them hoes

[R. Kelly:]
If you drilling these chicks they like Major Payne
When I make it rain, they be like "yo... do it again"
From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming that you're the snake
They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil' dro, lil' bub now they getting' dirty dirty
Don't ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I'm famous
You gon' make me aim this
Leave your ass brainless
I'm tryin' to stay R&B
But these streets is a part of me
So don't get it twisted
You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model
Then I order more bottles, now I got more models
I'm from that city where them niggaz don't play mayn
I take a chick to my room like caveman
So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
"Skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman 'bout to make it rain!"

[Hook]

[Lil Wayne:]
Blat, blat, blat, blat, hey Joe uh let me git 'em
It's young money and we on like the television
The weather channel, but I do not broadcast
I throw up more cash, and change the forecast
Your boyfriend is lame, I make it rain on you
He never make it rain, like Southern California
Where's your umbrella? Now get your raincoat
Baby I make it flood, now you gon' need a boat

[Birdman:]
Fresh to death on 'em
We throwin' money on 'em
Stay fly, 25s when we ride on 'em
Alligator suede, custom with the shades
Make it snow in the club, bitches know we paid
Stay shy rockin' Gucci in the Bentley (Super fly)
White rose for my broad on them 23s
Goin' to the club, nigga in a new fleet
All red doors up, doin' it like a real G

[Hook]

[T.I.:]
Come see me a crackin', in the club flossin'
40 thou' in my stacks, 20 stacks in my jeans
No real boss niggaz do real boss things
We bout that shit, you just talkin'
You'nna slang rocks? Then how with my girls
In the 430 down the strip I zoom?
Gonna drop it day real but I feel like Joe
Big glock I carry make a real big BOOM
Make moves like a young tycoon
I come through like a young typhoon
Category 3, don't be category me
Like you can get a better salary to me
El capitan, game Numbero Uno
I flood pussy clubs, ask any stripper you know

[Ace Mack:]
Ace mizzy get all the hoes
Gonna teach them shit they want to know
Like fuck that pussy ass 9-4 girl
Make that bucket a pot of gold
It ain't no money like custom money
It ain't no bitch like a hustle bunny
Ain't no bitch gettin' none of my money
That why the money gotta clear to protect it from me
She gotta ride for the A, hop for the A
Live for the minute or be out for the day
Hop the metal while lookin hot in stilettos
Gotta rock with a bezzle on the trigger finger
Boss bitch of the ghetto, my Spanish Trina
Talk shit to a nigga with the 'blama beamed up
When I see her gotta handle my bui-nah
I gotta give her one of these in the back of the team truck

[Hook]

[Rick Ross:]
305 in my yayo
Hey Khal, call Joe up
Let him know I'm bout to roll up
I just ran outta money
I need to borrow 50 thousand cash
Come through baby, make it rain
E class on the way to you
Gotta a hundred grand for you
Triple Cs
Oh yeah it's the remix
I be reppin my city
Blowin hundreds and fiftys
If the head, right Ricky there every night
Joey I was listenin'
Uh, dubs, spinnin' rims
Time to spend some dividends
My money they swimmin' in
Ross, I'm a boss (I'm a boss) I'm the mayor (I'm the mayor)
Make it rain (Make it rain!), on these haters (on these haters!)
Get your umbrella fella, cause we blowin'
hella chedda, I'm the nigga that you scared of
Cause no one can do it better

[Fat Joe:]
Your crack girly
80s crack baby's momma paid me
Maybach, fly Mercedes
Birth that, drop a baby
Them perty ladies, they drive me crazy
Them skies is hazy, I'll pop like 80
Someone tell Mr. Bentley to bring his umbrella
Katrina not, its just a one fella
Who got dumb chedda, and need a brain surgeon
Got me a designated thower, cause my hand's hurtin'
I make it rain, its cock-eyed bitch
It's not a game, I'm 'bout those locos rich
Ain't nothing wrong with wanting a happy ending
And we don't need a hotel, we park in lot pimpin'
Bitch!

[Hook]
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# Posté le samedi 31 mai 2008 06:31

Modifié le mardi 03 juin 2008 06:21