WHAT IS LOVE - HADDAWAY

What Is Love

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

Oh, baby don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

What is love 

Yeah 

Oh, I don't know why you're not there 

I give you my love, but you don't care 

So what is right and what is wrong 

Gimme a sign 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh 

Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh 

Oh, I don't know, what can I do 

What else can I say, it's up to you 

I know we're one, just me and you 

I can't go on 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh 

Whoa whoa whoa, oooh oooh 

What is love, oooh, oooh, oooh 

What is love, oooh, oooh, oooh 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

Don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me 

I want no other, no other lover 

This is our life, our time 

When we are together, I need you forever 

Is it love 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more (oooh, oooh) 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more 

What is love 

Oh baby, don't hurt me 

Don't hurt me no more (oooh, oooh) 

What is love?

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WANNA BE A BALLER - LIL TROY

Chorus: Hawk

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]

I'ma -- baller, I'ma twenty inch crawler
Blades on Impala, diamond rottweiller
Octane hauler, not a leader not follower
Break these boys off I'ma twenty inch crawler
Bust a left, a right, I'm outta sight I'm throwed
I'm bouncin off the road I'm in a modem with them foe dem
Tiny tune -- hop out my big body form
Chain with the chong, can't forget Moet along
I'm hot, find me lookin good, diamonds against my wood
Man it's understood -- got money in my hood
I'm pushing big body can't stop me
For the nine-eight got to sell a million copy
I'ma crawl slow puffin on the Optimo hit the sto'
I'ma go real slow -- puffin indo out the do'
I'ma lit the stash green, man I'm lookin clean
Want remote control screens with ice bezeltynes

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Fat Pat]

Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
Big ballin, smashin, makin my ends
Smokin big killa gettin high in the Benz
In the wind smoke goes as I crawl down on Vogues
Twenty Lorenzo, smoke all up in my nose
Yo' eyes, get froze, as you see my low
Candy-red, two-do', let my top down slow
Hittin, my remote, sittin, in my shit
Presidential V-12 with that AMG kit
It don't quit, as I get high
from K.C. to H-Town, connectin SouthSide
Now we worldwide, watch me highside
Fat Pat blowin killa, can't be denied
187 thugs, oh yeah we got love
Blowin sticky green we flow through and above

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Lil' Will]

Sittin' Fat Down South, rollin Benz on blocks
Mo' scrilla I got, signin with Shortstop
And that's for real, so tell me how you feel
to make a million dollars out my first record deal
Shortstop -- puttin up your motherfuckin ear
Really really don't give a fuck and I ain't drinkin on no beer
Codeine what I sip, pistol grip when I ride
Trunk hit fo' life baby it's SouthSide
We on a fuckin mission Expedition Navigator
That's how we be ridin, alligator suitcasin
Puttin it in your face, and that's for real
Shinin harder than the grill it's the player Lil' Will
Down with the 2-Low, Yungstar be a thug
So nigga nigga what? I'm down with my own thugs
Mo' thugs in the pound, you know it's goin down
Represent that H-Town, pop trunks surround by sound

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Yungstar]

I gots to get better man, it gots to move on
Switched from Motorola to a PrimeCo phone
Broke in two chrome, now you know no dope pigeon
Used to count my spoke, now these hoes count my inches
Had to get older -- man it got colder
I done got grown and got a chip on my shoulder
Licks in Kuwait, got links in Pakistan
Boys don't understand virtual reality Caravan
Double doors marble floors naked hoes around me
Everytime I'm comin out, niggaz they wanna sign me
Got the Lil' Will diamond grillers ??
Blaze in the Benz and you can't forget the den
The boo went down to Rueben's, I'm watchin on a movie
Drop the top it's cotton, and you know I'm in a jacuzzi
Bourban and I'm swervin, man it's gettin hot
My last name Lemmon, drive my tight'um off the lot, David Taylor

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

[Big T]

I hit the highway
Everything's my way, I par-le
Everyday all day, ain't no way
Boys can't stop as i slide through your neighborhood
Chop chop chop, headed straight to the top
I only play to win -- bout to close up shop
Showstoppin dead end, pimp the pen once again
Peep the message I send
Take these levels that you devils can't comprehend
Big bout it Benz -- as I floss through the south
Big blue lens -- now whatcha talkin about?
Close yo' mouth -- as I settle all scores
Scream and shout -- my similes and metaphors
Mansion doors -- I contstantly close
All you hoes -- go and take off your clothes
Lord knows -- ain't no time to play
Commence to fuckin and-a suckin on the ??

Wanna be a -- baller, shot caller
Twenty inch blades -- on the Impala
A caller gettin laid tonight
Swisher rolled tight, gotta spray my ice
I hit the HIIIGHWAY, making money the FLYYYY WAY
But there's got to be a BETT-ER WAYY!
A better way, better way, YEAH-AHHHH

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Categories: L, LIL TROY, WANNA BE A BALLER

GANGSTA'S PARADISE - COOLIO

As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I take a look at my life and realize there's nothin' left
Cause I've been blasting and laughing so long,
That even my mama thinks that my mind is gone
But I ain't never crossed a man that didn't deserve it
Me be treated like a punk you know that's unheard of
You better watch how you're talking and where you're walking
Or you and your homies might be lined in chalk
I really hate to trip but I gotta loc
As they croak, I see myself in the pistol smoke, fool
I'm the kinda G the little homies wanna be like
On my knees in the night saying prayers in the streetlight

Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

Look at the situation they got me facin'
I can't live a normal life, I was raised by the streets
So I gotta be down with the hood team
Too much television watching got me chasing dreams
I'm an educated fool with money on my mind
Got my 10 in my hand and a gleam in my eye
I'm a loc'd out gangsta set trippin' banger
And my homies is down so don't arouse my anger, fool
Death ain't nothing but a heartbeat away,
I'm living life, do or die, what can I say
I'm 23 now, but will I live to see 24
The way things are going I don't know

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the ones we hurt are you and me

Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

Power and the money, money and the power
Minute after minute, hour after hour
Everybody's running, but half of them ain't looking
What's going on in the kitchen, but I don't know what's cookin'
They say I gotta learn, but nobody's here to teach me
If they can't understand it, how can they reach me
I guess they can't, I guess they won't
I guess they front, that's why I know my life is out of luck, fool

Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Been spending most their lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise
Keep spending most our lives, living in the gangsta's paradise

Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the one's we hurt are you and me
Tell me why are we so blind to see
That the one's we hurt are you and me
[Fade out]

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DA YA THINK I'M SEXY - N-TRANCE

You know that I'm sexy

Sexy baby, you drive me crazy, come on

Sexy baby, you drive me crazy, yeah

Ooh, you sexy baby, you drive me crazy

Player, player, pop the style

N-Trance is in the house to make the party wild

It's the new dance, another smash so let me set it

See how we rollin' this year, copacetic

Groupies, they all wanna do me

Sippin' Moet everyday poppin' coochies

Bring that booty over here girl

See I've been watching that for years girl

An' if ya wore silk you won't regret it

Ya mamma made ya, I wanna sweat it

I see you in this party, cool with everybody

But my body wanna push up on your body

Big poppy, ain't with old jalopy

One whiff of the shh, somebody stop me

'Coz it be going down like this, when I flex see

Let me know if my flow be sexy

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on sugar let me know

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on honey tell me so

Sexy baby, you drive me crazy

Ooh, you sexy baby, you drive me crazy

Mmm, how'd ya like ya bubble bath?

Huh, told ya I would make ya laugh

You an' me together, I'll be the bread

You be the butter, underneath the covers

Take it up another notch, let me see

Now you stack and what you really got

One shot, she hit that spot like rum

Come baby, come baby, baby come, come

You thought I was a sleeper

Oh, let me see now, oh, who got the fever?

N-Trance and the only one

Nine seven in the mix and it's just begun

'Coz it be going down like this, it's the rhymes

From the source that you can't resist

So baby when I flex see

On the real, let me know if my flow be sexy

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on sugar let me know

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on honey tell me so

Sexy baby, you drive me crazy

Ooh, you sexy baby, you drive me crazy

Sarah, Ali, Kiki, Hayley

Raquel, Sophie, Jo, Mercedes

Mad honeys with the shapely thighs

Soft hands, dark tans and the almond eyes

That's right, ooh, ya better recognize

N-Trance and Ricky Raw got the enterprise

An' that's how we be doin', 'coz when I flex see

You know that it's sexy

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on sugar let me know

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on honey tell me so

Bring it back to Jane

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy

Come on sugar let me know

If you really need me, just reach out and touch me

Come on honey tell me so, come on

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COCO JAMBO - MR. PRESIDENT

Lyrics to Coco Jambo

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, take my heart

And make me happy

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, feel my heart

And make me happy

Here we go

Gettin' smooth to the groove

Showing lovely ladies

How I sooth as I move

That's what they say

But I can't prove

So turn it up again and watch me

Move to the groove

As we get close

You whisper coco

I hold you in my arms

And you say Jamboo

Scream and shout

Turn and say columbo

Now I gotta go yo coco

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, take my heart

And make me happy

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, feel my heart

And make me happy

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai (eyho)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai (eyho)

That's the way I treat dem girls

Kinda smooth see

'Cos there's one man

And yo! that's me see

So let me show you round

As you sip your tee gee

But no coco

Loco boom

While I take a pee pee

When I hold my baby tighter

She says I do it nicer

I like my chicken

With rice and lemonada

And that's what you get

When she shout out Jamboo

Now I gotta go so coco

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, take my heart

And make me happy

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, feel my heart

And make me happy

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

(Singin evrybody)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

(Singin evrybody)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai (eyho)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, take my heart

And make me happy

Put me up, put me down

Put my feedback on the ground

Put me up, feel my heart

And make me happy

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

(Coco Jambo)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai (eyho)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

(Coco Jambo)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai (eyho)

Ayyayaya Coco Jambo ayyayai

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RED RED WINE - UB40

Red, red wine 

Go to my head 

Makes me forget that I 

Still need her so 

Red, red wine 

It's up to you 

All I can do, I've done 

Memories won't go 

Memories won't go 

I'd have sworn 

That with time 

Thoughts of you 

Would leave my head 

I was wrong 

Now I find 

Just one thing makes me forget 

Red, red wine 

Stay close to me 

Don't let me be alone 

It's tearin' apart 

My blue, blue heart

I'd have sworn 

That with time 

Thoughts of her 

Would leave my head 

I was wrong 

And I find 

Just one thing makes me forget

Red, red wine 

Stay close to me 

Don't let me be alone 

It's tearin' apart 

My blue, blue heart

[Red Red Wine Toast Section ]

Red red wine you make me feel so fine 

You keep me rocking all of the time 

Red red wine you make me feel so grand 

I feel a million dollars when your just in my hand 

Red red wine you make me feel so sad 

Any time I see you go it make me feel bad 

Red red wine you make me feel so fine 

Monkey pack him rizla pon the sweet dep line 

Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing 

Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing 

Red red wine you really know how fi love 

Your kind of loving like a blessing from above 

Red red wine I love you right from the start 

Right from the start with all of my heart 

Red red wine in a 80's style 

Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah 

Give me little time, help me clear up me mind 

Give me little time, help me clear up me mind 

Give me Red wine because it make me feel fine 

Mek me feel fine all of the time 

Red red wine you make me feel so fine 

Monkey pack him rizla on the sweet dep line 

The line broke, the monkey get choke 

Burn bad ganja pon him little rowing boat 

Red red wine I'm gonna hold on to you 

Hold on to you cause I know you love true 

Red red wine I'm gonna love you till I die 

Love you till I die and that's no lie 

Red red wine can't get you out my mind 

Where ever you maybe I'll surely find 

I'll surely find, make no fuss just stick with us. 

Give me little time, help me clear up me mind 

Give me little time, help me clear up me mind 

Give me Red wine because it make me feel fine 

Mek me feel fine all of the time 

Red red wine you make me feel so fine 

Monkey pack him rizla on the sweet dep line 

The line broke, the monkey get choke 

Burn bad ganja pon him little rowing boat

Red red wine you really know how fi love 

Your kind of loving like a blessing from above 

Red red wine I love you right from the start 

Right from the start with all of my heart 

Red red wine you give me whole heap of zing 

Whole heap of zing mek me do me own thing 

Red red wine in a 80's style 

Red red wine in a modern beat style, yeah.

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Categories: RED RED WINE, U, UB40