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50 Cent – Disco Inferno

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Disco Inferno’s Lyric

[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake… shake… shake that a*s girl.

[Verse 1]
Go, Go, Go, 50 in the house – bounce, y’all already know what I’m about.
The flow sounds sicker over Dre’ drums nigga,
I ain’t stupid – I see Doc and my dope come quicker.
Whoa!
Shorty’ hips is hypnotic, she moves is so erotic, but watch – I’m like bounce that a*sss girl.
I get it crunk in here, I make it jump in here, front in here, we’ll thump in here.
Oooohh.
I’m so gutter, so ghetto, so hood.
So gully, so grimey, what’s good?
Outside, the Benz on dubs -
I’m in the club wit the snubs – don’t start nothin’, it won’t be nothin’.
Uuuhhh.

[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake.. shake that a*s girl.

[Verse 2]
Let’s party, everybody stand up.
Everybody put ya hands up.
Let’s party, everybody bounce wit me.
Sip champagne and burn a little greenery.
This hot.
Disco Inferno, let’s go.
You are now rockin wit a pro.
I get toed to flip dough to get more, fo sho’.
Get my drank on nigga on the dance floor.
Look homie I don’t dance all i do is this.
It’s the same 2-step wit a lil’ twist.
Listen pimpin’ I ain’t new to this, I’m true to this.
Pay attention boy, I teach how to do this s**t.
You mix a lil’ Cris with a little Don Perignon.
And a lil’ Hennessy, you know we ‘finna carry on.
Hollerin’ at these snakes in da club tryin’ to get right,
we gonna be up in this b**ch ’til we break daylight.

[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake.. shake that a*s girl.

[Verse 3]
You see me shinin’, lit up with diamonds as I stay grindin’.
Uh-huh.
Homie you can catch me swoopin Bentley coupe and switchin lanes.
U see me rollin, you know I’m holdin, I’m about my paper, yeah.
Nigga I’m serious, I ain’t playin’, I’m embeded in ya brain, I’m off the chain.
G-Unit!
Next level now, turn it up a notch.
Em and Dre sent me to tear up the spot.
Front on me, oh no, you know I’m loco.
Hands up on the dance floor, ok let’s go!

[Hook x2]
Lil’ mama show me how you move it,
Go ahead put ya back into it,
Do ya thang like there aint nothin to it,
Shake.. shake.. shake that a*s girl.

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411 – Dumb

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Dumb’s Lyric

Above the feeling
This is revealing
Boy i didn’t know you cared
Must’ve been up on the weekend
In the club freakin
Boy i could see you stare
You were lookin right at me
Lookin right back
We knew there was something there
And i know you knew that if we did do this
It would be an affair

Cos my mans at home
Lookin at the finger his ring goes on
He got trust in me
How’m i gonna live with myself if i cheat

Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now, gotta go
Gotta get home
Cos my baby’s boy’s on his own
Better be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now
I gots ta get home,
My baby boy’s on his own,

Up on the dancefloor
Then ya go ask for a night in with me
But ya know that aint gon’ happen
I won’t get trapped in
This, see, it just ain’t me
And you can try, seduce me
But its no use, see
I’m in love with my baby
And I won’t let you in
Mess up and move in
To do that I’d be crazy

Cos my mans at home
Lookin at the finger his ring goes on
He got trust in me
How’m I gonna live with myself if I cheat

Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb don’t want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now, gotta go
Gotta get home
Cos my baby’s boy’s on his own
Better be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb di-dumb don’t want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now
I gots ta get home,
My baby boy’s on his own,

Theres no way that im gon’ play
I don’t care what you gon’ say
Even though you make me crazy
I won’t risk losing my baby
There’s no way that i’m gon’ play
I don’t care what you gon’ say
Even though you make me crazy
I won’t risk losing my baby

That’d be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb da dont want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta run now, gotta go
Gotta get home
Cos my baby’s boy’s on his own
Better be Dumb diggi-diggi-di dumb da dont want none
And ‘though I know it would be fun to get some
Gotta go now
I gots ta get home,
My baby boy’s on his own

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2 Pac – All Eyez On Me

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All Eyez On Me’s Lyric

['Pac talking]
Big Syke, Newt, Hank
Beugard, Big Sur (yeah)
Y’all know how this s**t go (y’know)
{All Eyez On Me}
Motherf**kin O.G.
Roll up in the club and s**t (is that right?)
{All Eyez On Me}
{All Eyez On Me}
But you know what?

[2Pac]
I bet you got it twisted you don’t know who to trust
So many playa hating niggaz tryin to sound like us
Say they ready for the funk, but I don’t think they knowin
Straight to the depths of hell is where those cowards goin
Well are you still down nigga? Holla when you see me
And let these devils be sorry for the day they finally freed me
I got a caravan of niggaz every time we ride (every time we ride)
Hittin motherf**kers up when we pass by (when we pass by)
Until I die; live the life of a boss playa
Cause even when I’m high, f**k with me and get crossed later
The futures in my eyes, cause all I want is cash and thangs
A five-double-oh – Benz flauntin flashy rings, uhh
B**ches pursue me like a dream
Been know to disappear before your eyes just like a dope fiend
It seems – my main thang was to be major paid
The game sharper than a motherf**kin razor blade
Say money bring b**ches, b**ches bring lies
One nigga’s gettin jealous, and motherf**kers died
Depend on me like the first and fifteenth
They might hold me for a second, but these punks won’t get me
We got foe niggaz, and lowriders, in ski masks
screamin Thug Life every time they pass {All Eyez On Me}

[Chorus One: 2Pac]

Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life of a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
Live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life of a boss playa, cause even gettin high..

[Syke]
Heeyyy, to my nigga ‘Pac..
So much trouble in the world, nigga
Can’t nobody feel your pain
The world’s changin everyday, times moving faaast
My girl said I need a raise, how long will she last?
I’m caught between my woman, and my pistol, and my chips
Triple beam, got some smokers on, whistle as I dip
I’m lost in the land with no plan, livin life flawless
Crime boss, contraband, let me toss this
Needy hookers got a lot of nerve, let my bucket swerve
I’m takin off from the curb
The nervousness neglect make me pack a tec
Devoted to servin this, Moet and paaayyy-checks
Like Akai satellite nigga I’m forever ballin
It ain’t right parasites triggers and fleas crawlin
S**ker duck and get busted, no emotion
My devotion is handlin my business nigga keep on coastin
Where you goin I been there came back as lonely homie
Steady flowin against the grain niggaz STILL don’t know me
It’s about the money in this rap s**t, this crap s**t
It ain’t funny niggaz don’t even know how to act – s**t!
What can I do, what can I say, is there another way?
Blunts and gin all day, twenty-fo’ parlay
My little homie G, can’t you see, I’m busta free
Niggaz can’t stand me – all eyes on me!

[Chorus Two: 2Pac]

I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high {All Eyez On Me}
I live the life of a thug nigga, until the day I die
live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high

[2Pac]
The feds is watchin, niggaz plottin to get me
Will I survive, will I die? Come on let’s picture the possibility
Givin me charges, lawyers makin a grip
I told the judge I was raised wrong, and that’s why I blaze s**t
Was hyper as a kid, cold as a teenager
On my mobile callin big shots on the scene major
Packing hundreds in my drawers; f**k the law
B**ches I f**k with a passion, I’m livin rough and raw
Catchin cases at a fast rate, ballin in the fast lane
Hustle til the mornin, never stopped until the cash came
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
these niggaz got me tossin s**t
I put the top down, now it’s time to floss my s**t
Keep your head up nigga, make these motherf**kers suffer
Up in the Benz burnin rubber
The money is mandatory, the hoes is fully strapped
This criminal lifestyle, equipped with the bulletproof vest
Make sure your eyes is on the meal ticket
Get your money motherf**ker let’s get rich and we’ll kick it
All eyes on me!

[Chorus Three: 2Pac]

I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}
I live the life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live the life as a boss playa {All Eyez On Me}
cause even gettin high.. ..{All Eyez On Me}

['Pac talking]
Pay attention my niggaz
See how that s**t go? Nigga walk up in this motherf**ker
and it be like “bing!”
Cops.. b**ches.. everymotherf**kinbody
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
I got bustas hoes and police watchin a nigga y’know?
[overlap]
I live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Livin life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
{All Eyez On Me}
Hehehe.. it’s like what they think?
I’m walkin around with some ki’s in my pocket or somethin?
{All Eyez On Me}
They think I’m goin back to jail, they REALLY on that dope
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa
I know y’all watchin, I know y’all got me in the scopes
[overlap]
Live my life as a thug nigga, until the day I die
Live my life as a boss playa, cause even gettin high
I know y’all know this is Thug Life baayy-bay
Y’all got me under surveillance huh?
{All Eyez On Me}
But I’m knowin

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