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50 Cent – Window Shopper

Monophonic Ringtones : 50 Cent – Window Shopper

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Window Shopper’s Lyric

[Intro]
Ohh
The top feels so much better than the bottom
So much better

[Chorus:]
[Clean version:]
Ja you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Jada you’s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at s**t you can’t buy
Joe you’s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying get a test drive
Nas you’s a window shopper
Mad as f**k when you see me ride by
[Dirty version:]
Nigga you’s a window shopper
Mad at me, I think I know why
Nigga you’s a window shopper
In the jewelery store, looking at s**t you can’t buy
Nigga you’s a window shopper
In the dealership, trying to get a test drive
Nigga you’s a window shopper
Mad as f**k when you see me ride by

[Verse 1]
Summertime white porche carrera is milky
Im on the grind let my paper stack when I’m filthy
Funny how a nigga get the screw facing at me
Anyhow, they aint got the heart to get at me
I’ll get down, southsides the hood that I come from
So I dont cruise to nobodys hood without my gun
You know the kid aint gonna follow that bulls**t
try and stick me imma let off a full clip
It aint my fault you done f**ked up your re-up
At the dice game who told you put a G up
Everybody mad when their paper dont stack right
When I come around y’all niggas better act right
When we got the tops down, you can hear the system thump
When we rollin’ rollin’ rollin’
Shut your block down, quick to put a hole in a chump
nigga When we rollin’ rollin’ rollin’

[Chorus]

[Verse 2]
niggas Love me in L.A. as soon as I pop in
They come scoop me up in LAX and I hop in
When it comes to bad b**ches you know I got them
Some from Long Beach, some from Watts, some from Compton
You know a nigga wanna see how cali girls freak off
After that 5 hour flight from New York
I start spitting G at a b**ch like a pimp man
Tell her meet me at The Mondrian so we can do our thing
She can bring the lingerie with her I suppose
And we can go from fully dressed to just having no clothes
She can run and tell her best friend bout my s*x game
Her best friend could potentially be next man
Listen man, s**t changed
I came up from doing my thang
Homey I’m holing, holing, holing
s**t man, the store owner watching you
For something get stolen, stolen, stolen

[Chorus]

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50 Cent – Hustler’s Ambition

Monophonic Ringtones : 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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411 – Dumb

Monophonic Ringtones : 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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3rd Wish Ft. Baby Bash – Obsesion

Monophonic Ringtones : 3rd Wish Ft. Baby Bash – Obsesion

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Obsesion’s Lyric

Baby bash
Te quiero mucho, ha

Son las cinco de la manana
Y no he dormido nada
Just thinkin’ ’bout your beauty
Got me crazy in the head
El insomnio es mi castigo
Tu amor sera´mi alivio
Until you’re in my arms, girl
I can have no peace in bed

It’s five o’clock in the mornin’
I can’t get no sleep
When i think about your beauty it makes me weak
I lay restless at home, without you there
Until you are mine, i’ll find no relief (ooh)

[chorus]
Amor, si es amor
Your love’s got me feelin’
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor
Not an illusion
That makes me do things
That my heart can’t control

I know you’re not my lady
But i’m full of hopes and maybes
Till onto your love can’t save me
Solo puedo hablar de ti
Saw you with your “amigo”
Girl he don’t look so “rigo”
No sabe complacerte, como lo haria yo

It’s five o’clock in the mornin’
I can’t get no sleep
When i think about your beauty it makes me weak
I lay restless at home, without you there
Until you are mine, i’ll find no relief

[chorus]
Amor (si es amor)
Si es amor (si es amor)
Your love’s got me feelin’ (your love’s got me)
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor
Not an illusion
That makes me do things
That my heart can’t control

[baby bash rap]
When it feel so right n i don’t care what people say
After i’ll grab the lotion grab the blanket take a trip to
Monorae
We can, do it on the beach, cause you know, how we goin’ do
We goin, act a fool, even when we run it cool
Put on your favorite dress
Let’s impress the town a lotta
Got the gucci bag oops my mistake
You stunt that prada – yada
Yada im saying
Yada i mean
Yada i holla
And i’m so proud to say one day i’ll be your baby’s father
You fine

Es amor, es amor (te quiero mucho)
Es an obsesión (es an obsesión)
Es amor, es amor (3rd wish)
Es an obsesión

[chorus]
Amor, si es amor
Your love’s got me feelin’ (your love’s got me)
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor
Not an illusion
That makes me do things
That my heart can’t control

Amor, si es amor
Your love’s got me feelin’ (your love’s got me feelin’)
Obsessed in my soul
Si es amor not an illusion (3rd wish)
That makes me do things (baby bash)
That my heart can’t control

Amor

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