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50 Cent Ft. Justin Timberlake – Ayo Technology

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Ayo Technology’s Lyric

Something special,
Unforgettable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god d**n (d**n)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, it’s right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
I’m ballin’, throwing money around

[Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin’ makin’
Look at the way she shakin’ shakin’
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin’ for her, go crazy face it
Now don’t stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin’ make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she split
Got you’re head f**ked up from the way she did it
She’s so much more than you’re used to
She know’s just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in you’re lap till you’re ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin’
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

[Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):]

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she don’t stop
I ain’t got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, there’s plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin’, sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, I’m ready to roll
I’ll be in this b**ch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that s**t should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, d**n I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Let’s get it poppin’ shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

[Chorus (Justin Timberlake):]

Baby this a new age, you like my new craze
Let’s get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights don’t do you justice baby
Why don’t you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, why don’t you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
I’m tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, (so), I gotta give it to her,

Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, you got me hypnotized, let me tell you

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50 Cent – Hustler’s Ambition

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Hustler’s Ambition’s Lyric

Girl singing:
Like the fire needs the air
I won’t burn unless you’re there

Yea,I need you,I need you to hate
So I can use you for your energy
you know, this real s**t, feel this!

[Verse 1]
America got a thing for this gangsta’ s**t, they love me
Black Chuckies, black skullies, leather Pelle-Pelle
I take spit over raymo s**t, I’m a vandal
Got the silver duct tape on my 38. eight handle
The women in my life bring confusion and s**t
SO like Nino when New Jack, I holla “cancel that b**ch”
Look at me, this is the life I chose
Niggaz around me so cold, man my heart dun froze
I’ll build an empire on the low the narc’s don’t know
I’m the weatherman
I take that cocoa leaf and make that snow
Sit back, watch it turn to dough, watch it go out the door
O after O, you know, homie I’m just triple beam, dreamin’
Niggaz be schemin’, I fiend to live a good life
The fiends are just fiendin
Conceal my weapon nice and easy so you can’t see
The penitentiary is definitely out the question for me..

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine,
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 2]
Yea, I don’t know s**t about gymnastics I summersault bricks
Black talons start flyin, when a nigga flip
I cook crack in the microwave, niggaz can’t f**k with me
Man my cold days, they called me chef boy r 50
Check my logic, smokers don’t like seeds in their weed, s**t
Send me them seeds I’ll grow em what they need
Them ain’t chia pet plants in the crib, that’s chronic
And I’m sellin ‘em for 500 a pop god d**n it
I sell anything I’ma hustler, I know how to grind
Step on grapes put in water and tell you it’s wine
If you analyze me, what you’ll find is the DNA of a crook and
What goes in my mind, its contagious
Hypnotic, it sounds melodic
If rap was the block or spider, I’ll be potent product
Now get a load of me, flashy, far from low key
And you can locate me where ever that dope be, gettin money man

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

[Verse 3]
It’s a hustler’s ambition, close your eyes listen, see my vision
Mossberg pumpin, shotgun dumpin’ the drama means nothin
It’s part of the game, catch me in the coupe switchin lanes
Or in the jewler switchin chains
I upgrade from 30 Bs to clean Vs
Rocks that I copped proceeds from the spot
I got the energy to win, I’m full of adrenaline
Play the curve and get nauseous, watchin the spinner spin
I make plans to make it, a prisoner of the state
Now I can invite yo a*s out to my estate
Them hollow tips bent me up, but I’m back in shape
Pour Crystal in the blender and make a protein shake
I’m like the East coast number one playboy B
Hugh Hefner’ll tell you he ain’t got s**t on me
The feds watch me,I see they can’t stop me
Racist,pointin at me look at the niggaracci
Hello!

[Chorus]
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)
Nigga you get in my way while I’m tryin get mine
And I’ll buck you (buck you)
I don’t care who you run with, or where you from
Nigga f**k you (f**k you)
I want the finer things in my life
So I hustle (hustle)

ooooooooo light my bumhola

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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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50 Cent – Candy Shop

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Candy Shop’s Lyric

[Intro: 50 Cent]
Yeah…
Uh huh
So seductive

[Chorus: 50 Cent & Olivia]
[50 Cent]
I’ll take you to the candy shop
I’ll let you lick the lollipop
Go ‘head girl, don’t you stop
Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)
[Olivia]
I’ll take you to the candy shop
Boy one taste of what I got
I’ll have you spending all you got
Keep going ’til you hit the spot (woah)

[Verse 1: 50 Cent]
You can have it your way, how do you want it
You gon’ back that thing up or should i push up on it
Temperature rising, okay lets go to the next level
Dance floor jam packed, hot as a teakettle
I’ll break it down for you now, baby it’s simple
If you be a nympho, I’ll be a nympho
In the hotel or in the back of the rental
On the beach or in the park, it’s whatever you into
Got the magic stick, I’m the love doctor
Have your friends teasing you ’bout how sprung I gotcha
Wanna show me how you work it baby, no problem
Get on top then get to bouncing round like a low rider
I’m a seasons vet when it come to this s**t
After you work up a sweat you can play with the stick
I’m trying to explain baby the best way I can
I melt in your mouth girl, not in your hands (ha ha)

[Chorus]

[Bridge: 50 Cent & Olivia]
Girl what we do (what we do)
And where we do (and where we do)
The things we do (things we do)
Are just between me and you (oh yeah)

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
Give it to me baby, nice and slow
Climb on top, ride like you in the rodeo
You ain’t never heard a sound like this before
Cause I ain’t never put it down like this before
Soon as I come through the door she get to pulling on my zipper
It’s like it’s a race who can get undressed quicker
Isn’t it ironic how erotic it is to watch em in thongs
Had me thinking ’bout that a*s after I’m gone
I touch the right spot at the right time
Lights on or lights off, she like it from behind
So seductive, you should see the way she wind
Her hips in slow-mo on the floor when we grind
As Long as she ain’t stopping, homie I ain’t stopping
Dripping wet with sweat man its on and popping
All my champagne campaign, bottle after bottle its on
And we gon’ sip ’til every bubble in every bottle is gone

[Chorus 2x]

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