Uh this real (its you that i owe)
I owe you (said i owe you)
They say the ones you take for granted
You miss the most
Woke up every mornin to grits and toast
School clothes spread
At the foot of the bed
Anything that i needed was there
You get it prepared (yea) (you did it for me)
Held it down when my pops and moms aint
Repay you in a way
That stocks and bonds caint
Jus think
Its that same little boy that used to break rules
Spill kool-aid on the floor
You was my father and my mother
The mother of my father
Known as my grandmother
I reffer to you as mama
Noone calmer or conciderit
As you my dear
Love my parents just as much
But lets get one thing clear
You raised me by choice and you didnt have to (mama)
Showed me where to go when i had to use the bathroom
Nasty thats true classy thats you (mama)
Id give you my last breath if i had to
[chorus:]
When i stop,look back think about my life
You gave me your love weather wrong or right
Ooo i owe you come on I owe you (its you that i owe)
When i was down and out
And all my friends was gone
You stayed by my side never left me alone
Ooo i owe you (its you that i owe) (i owe you) I owe you
(its you that i owe) (yes i do)
Bethany, Sharron hack it
Kept me wearing jackets
Started triple phat
Mama kept with the fashions
Everlasting love
Couldent ask enough
Went to school, two jobs just to have for us
Plus no child support, you did it on your own
Independent women you the queen of my throne
(you did it for me)
Condos to one bedroom we called home
Long as you was there i was never alone
Though we had our ups and downs
Its all up now
You used to wear small frowns
Tear them all up now (How?)
Did you imagine ma
That your son would grow up to be this handsome huh?
No im playn im sayn you the reason i exist
And for this mess you deserve pure bliss
Any wish ill grant it
Any diss ill slam it
You my all understand it
You son Nick Cannon
[Chorus]
Lord, heavenly father
I praise your soul
Learned to love you for myself when i was eight years old
Before then i didnt about your grace and mercy
I just knew my pops was preaching
While i played in the nursery
Then he taught me that you so loved us all
That you sent your only son to die on a cross
I once was lost but you keep finding me
I always fall but you keep reminding me
Verse john 1:9 that im right you see
And it'll be just fine you took a liking to me
Gotta let'em all know
You can still have fun
Lord in the reins rove you ride shotgun
Saved me in that crash
Blocked bullets when they blast
That night at the party
Know they got the homie
No you got him surely
And as for me if it wasnt for yall i dont know where i would be
When i stop,look back think about my life
You gave me your love weather wrong or right
Ooo i owe you come on (nobody told you to do it for me yeaaa) I owe you
When i was down and out
And all my friends was gone (you loved me)
You stayed by my side never left me alone
Ooo i owe you (oh) (your my savior) (i owe you)
When i stop, look back think about my life
You gave me your love weather wrong or right
Ooo i owe you come on (Said i owe you) i owe you (i owe you)
When i was down and out (said youve been so good so good to me)
And all my friends was gone
You stayed by my side never left me alone
Ooo i owe you i owe you
(Said youve been so good so good to meeeeee)
When i stop, look back think about my life
You gave me you love weather wrong or right
Ooo i owe you come on i owe you
When i was down and out
And all my friends was gone (i love you so much)
You stayed by my side never left me alone (i love you so much, i love you so much)
Ooo i owe i owe you
Your Pops Don't Like Me lyrics - Nick Cannon
Oh, females dads be trippin’ for real
I mean, I’m a player with ma, right
And see what had happened was
I was hollerin’ at this chick in front of the 99 cent store
Well, here’s the whole story
She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week
At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty
She paged me to come over the mall
So I smashed in the crib, bumpin’, can’t walk {Oh, boy}
With the doo rag on {Yo’, boy}
When she sang that song she turnin’ me on
If would have known her pops was home
Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone
But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin’
Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks
Rang dang when he came with the questions
Boy, you were young and how knowin’ for the Lexus
I’m sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records
Nah, once again, I ain’t got a jail record
It’s Nick Cannon, the cat you ain’t used to
The Rapper, actor, comedienne/producer
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they
stilettos
6-7-8 wanna make us wait
They wanna date, gotta ask pops
You a grown woman, all that need to stop
At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not
You daddy’s little girl that he love a lot
Well, he don’t know about that tat you got, huh
Nah, I’m playin’ I’m just rockin’
Shorty ?? probably hooked up
Probably teach you how to move in those ??
Cut to the next day and a half
Called the crib and your dad hung up on my a**
Is it ‘cause of the blunt, ma (He don’t like me)
Or is the watch, ma (He don’t like me)
‘Cause I’m pushin’ a drop, ma (He don’t like me, like me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
Is it ‘cause I make more money than him
He be jonesin’, those films ain’t funny to him
Or is it ‘cause I keep the block hot with Bonnie and them
Rims, inches on my Benz, yeah, 20 of them
Now I’mma fullback gettin’ the win
Last time I called back, he picked up again
Tone-Loc he saw that, my devilish grin
Lettin’ you know that the young Black Elvis is in
I ain’t stuntin’ your pops, yo’, I ain’t frontin’ your
pops
Gonna have me straight huntin’ your pops, nah
Don’t wanna Roy Jones your pops
Left, right, uppercut, knock out your pops
Close the door, lock out your pops
We on a roll now, sugar, I ain’t ‘bout to stop
Don’t care if he try to kick me out your house
Do you understand the words that are comin’ out of my
mouth
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
Is it ‘cause I’m handsome (He don’t like me)
Keep the ladies dancin’ (He don’t like me)
‘Cause my house is a mansion (He don’t like me, like me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)
Is it ‘cause of the corn rolls (He don’t like me)
Or is it my hormones (He don’t like me)
The Gs and the bank roll (He don’t like me, like me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I mean, I’m a player with ma, right
And see what had happened was
I was hollerin’ at this chick in front of the 99 cent store
Well, here’s the whole story
She was a tall slim, oh, chick I met last week
At the mall, cute feet with the baby fat booty
She paged me to come over the mall
So I smashed in the crib, bumpin’, can’t walk {Oh, boy}
With the doo rag on {Yo’, boy}
When she sang that song she turnin’ me on
If would have known her pops was home
Could have stayed at crib, hollered at her on the phone
But pops got hot, he was old school pimpin’
Tank tops, flip flops and dress socks
Rang dang when he came with the questions
Boy, you were young and how knowin’ for the Lexus
I’m sorry, Mr. Jackson, but I sell records
Nah, once again, I ain’t got a jail record
It’s Nick Cannon, the cat you ain’t used to
The Rapper, actor, comedienne/producer
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
When the girls from the ghetto act the size of they
stilettos
6-7-8 wanna make us wait
They wanna date, gotta ask pops
You a grown woman, all that need to stop
At the club, yeah, you have a thug at home or not
You daddy’s little girl that he love a lot
Well, he don’t know about that tat you got, huh
Nah, I’m playin’ I’m just rockin’
Shorty ?? probably hooked up
Probably teach you how to move in those ??
Cut to the next day and a half
Called the crib and your dad hung up on my a**
Is it ‘cause of the blunt, ma (He don’t like me)
Or is the watch, ma (He don’t like me)
‘Cause I’m pushin’ a drop, ma (He don’t like me, like me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
Is it ‘cause I make more money than him
He be jonesin’, those films ain’t funny to him
Or is it ‘cause I keep the block hot with Bonnie and them
Rims, inches on my Benz, yeah, 20 of them
Now I’mma fullback gettin’ the win
Last time I called back, he picked up again
Tone-Loc he saw that, my devilish grin
Lettin’ you know that the young Black Elvis is in
I ain’t stuntin’ your pops, yo’, I ain’t frontin’ your
pops
Gonna have me straight huntin’ your pops, nah
Don’t wanna Roy Jones your pops
Left, right, uppercut, knock out your pops
Close the door, lock out your pops
We on a roll now, sugar, I ain’t ‘bout to stop
Don’t care if he try to kick me out your house
Do you understand the words that are comin’ out of my
mouth
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
Is it ‘cause I’m handsome (He don’t like me)
Keep the ladies dancin’ (He don’t like me)
‘Cause my house is a mansion (He don’t like me, like me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)
Is it ‘cause of the corn rolls (He don’t like me)
Or is it my hormones (He don’t like me)
The Gs and the bank roll (He don’t like me, like me)
Yo’, pops (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter (Your pops don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me (He don’t like me)
I really don't like this dude, I want so much
So much more for my daughter
I really don't like this dude, I can’t stand him
Where did he come from, tell me
Can I Live lyrics - Nick Cannon (feat. Anthony Hamilton)
[Talking]
Talking Ma
I know the Situation is Personal
But it something that has to be told
As I was making this beat
You was all I could think about you heard my voice
[Verse 1]
Yeah Just think Just Think
What if you could Just
Just blink your self away..
Just Just wait just pause for a second
Let me plead my case
It's the late 70's Huh
You Seventeen huh
And having me that will ruin everything huh
It's alot of angels waiting on their wings
You see me in your sleep so you cant kill your dreams
300 Dollars thats the price of living what?
Mommy I dont like this clinic
Hopefully you'll make the right decision
And dont go through with the Knife incision
But it's hard to make the right move
When you in high school
How you have to work all day and take night school
Hopping off da bus when the rain is pouring
What you want morning sickness or the sickness of mourning
[Chorus]
I'll Always Be a part of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
I'll Always Be a part of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
[Verse 2]
I am a child of the king
Ain't no need to go fear me
And I see the flowing tears so know that you hear me
When I move in your womb that's me being scary
Cause who knows what my future holds
Yo the truth be told you ain't told a soul
Yo you ain't even showing I'm just 2 months old
Through your clothes try to hide me deny me
Went up 3 sizes
Your pride got you lying saying ain't nothing but a migraine
It ain't surprising you not trying to be in Wic food lines
Your friends will look at you funny but look at you mommy
That's a life inside you look at your tummy
What is becoming ma I am Oprah bound
You can tell he's a star from the Ultrasound
Our Sprits Connected Doors Open Now
Nothing But Love And Respect Thanks For Holding Me Down She Let Me Live...
[Chorus]
I'll Always Be a part of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
I'll Always Be apart of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
[Repeat 2]
[Nick Talking]
It's uplifting foreal yall
I ain't passing no judgement
Ain't making no decisions
I am just telling ya'll my story
I love life
I love my mother for giving me life
We all need to appreciate life
A strong woman that had to make a sacrifice
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening
Mama thanks for listening
Talking Ma
I know the Situation is Personal
But it something that has to be told
As I was making this beat
You was all I could think about you heard my voice
[Verse 1]
Yeah Just think Just Think
What if you could Just
Just blink your self away..
Just Just wait just pause for a second
Let me plead my case
It's the late 70's Huh
You Seventeen huh
And having me that will ruin everything huh
It's alot of angels waiting on their wings
You see me in your sleep so you cant kill your dreams
300 Dollars thats the price of living what?
Mommy I dont like this clinic
Hopefully you'll make the right decision
And dont go through with the Knife incision
But it's hard to make the right move
When you in high school
How you have to work all day and take night school
Hopping off da bus when the rain is pouring
What you want morning sickness or the sickness of mourning
[Chorus]
I'll Always Be a part of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
I'll Always Be a part of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
[Verse 2]
I am a child of the king
Ain't no need to go fear me
And I see the flowing tears so know that you hear me
When I move in your womb that's me being scary
Cause who knows what my future holds
Yo the truth be told you ain't told a soul
Yo you ain't even showing I'm just 2 months old
Through your clothes try to hide me deny me
Went up 3 sizes
Your pride got you lying saying ain't nothing but a migraine
It ain't surprising you not trying to be in Wic food lines
Your friends will look at you funny but look at you mommy
That's a life inside you look at your tummy
What is becoming ma I am Oprah bound
You can tell he's a star from the Ultrasound
Our Sprits Connected Doors Open Now
Nothing But Love And Respect Thanks For Holding Me Down She Let Me Live...
[Chorus]
I'll Always Be a part of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
I'll Always Be apart of you
Trust Your Soul Know it's always true
If I Could Talk I'd Say To You
CAN I LIVE
CAN I LIVE
[Repeat 2]
[Nick Talking]
It's uplifting foreal yall
I ain't passing no judgement
Ain't making no decisions
I am just telling ya'll my story
I love life
I love my mother for giving me life
We all need to appreciate life
A strong woman that had to make a sacrifice
Thanks for listening
Thanks for listening
Mama thanks for listening
Dime Piece lyrics - Nick Cannon
[Chorus:]
It's driving me outta my mind
That's why it's so hard for me to find
[Repeat]
[Verse 1]
Dime piece definition of a chick
Nice, sweet educated independent fly thang
Way she filling up dem jeans gotta tear drop like Visine
Like WHOOP shawty stuck it out had da touch it
OOPS I could make it juz jump in my COUPE
Wit a diamonds and jewels
I see Jimmy Choo in yo designer shoes
Momma listen u ain't neva heard a flow like diz one
Who u kno Gigalo and still Christian
Lil shawty stop tripping if Don Juan a bishop
Why Nick cant be pimping
Chick, please, I'm juz trynna get in your Vickies
Wait take a minute take a flick juz FREEZE
Cuz u kno da Cannon be flashing I'm getting more head den a aspirin
I'm asking are u a dime da dime
[Chorus:]
It's driving me outta my mind (Hey Ladies)
That's why it's so hard for me to find (Hey Ladies)
[Repeat]
[Verse 2 (Izzy)]
Nick you looking for a Dyme
Izz gotta a 9 da dick put em high
Call a Nina Sky Money ova dare
And I ain't got time but to get brain from a dime
Now daz changing yo mind
My dick feelz for you like Shocacon
Flip head and tails wen I tossing yo mind
They call me Izzy you kno
Single the I den double the Z den say it wit a Y
Where all my ladies dat single da nite
At da strip club got me throwing singles da nite
Da boy poising da beat be da IV on da mic
What dem dime say wen Iz on da mic
(Go Izzy, Go Izzy) Feeling me why cant even name all da 10's on da mic
Dat Ronda, Bonnie, Vicky, wit choice
Is she a born again wit sum dick in her life
Is you a dime da dime?
[Chorus:]
It's driving me outta my mind (Hey Ladies)
That's why it's so hard for me to find (Hey Ladies)
[Repeat]
Are you a dime
[Hook]
All da ugly chicks be quite (Hey, Hey)
If you fly get a drink ill buy it (Hey, Hey)
At da end of the nite I might hit (Hey, Hey)
Cuz I like it, I love it, can I ball on the beat make a club hit
[Verse 3]
It's like taste, wut lick who
Daz wut Nick do
Got a lot of chicks dat love my sick moves
Do wut a pimp do move how a pimp do move
Get a tattoo ma use my initials
Now we got issues and rumors da clear up
Sex real loud next room dey can here us
I'm looking for a dime dat can take the whole 9
Check the sex tapes if you think I'm lying
Are you a dime da dime
[Chorus:]
It's driving me outta my mind (Hey Ladies)
That's why it's so hard for me to find (Hey Ladies)
[Repeat]
Are you a dime?
It's driving me outta my mind
That's why it's so hard for me to find
[Repeat]
[Verse 1]
Dime piece definition of a chick
Nice, sweet educated independent fly thang
Way she filling up dem jeans gotta tear drop like Visine
Like WHOOP shawty stuck it out had da touch it
OOPS I could make it juz jump in my COUPE
Wit a diamonds and jewels
I see Jimmy Choo in yo designer shoes
Momma listen u ain't neva heard a flow like diz one
Who u kno Gigalo and still Christian
Lil shawty stop tripping if Don Juan a bishop
Why Nick cant be pimping
Chick, please, I'm juz trynna get in your Vickies
Wait take a minute take a flick juz FREEZE
Cuz u kno da Cannon be flashing I'm getting more head den a aspirin
I'm asking are u a dime da dime
[Chorus:]
It's driving me outta my mind (Hey Ladies)
That's why it's so hard for me to find (Hey Ladies)
[Repeat]
[Verse 2 (Izzy)]
Nick you looking for a Dyme
Izz gotta a 9 da dick put em high
Call a Nina Sky Money ova dare
And I ain't got time but to get brain from a dime
Now daz changing yo mind
My dick feelz for you like Shocacon
Flip head and tails wen I tossing yo mind
They call me Izzy you kno
Single the I den double the Z den say it wit a Y
Where all my ladies dat single da nite
At da strip club got me throwing singles da nite
Da boy poising da beat be da IV on da mic
What dem dime say wen Iz on da mic
(Go Izzy, Go Izzy) Feeling me why cant even name all da 10's on da mic
Dat Ronda, Bonnie, Vicky, wit choice
Is she a born again wit sum dick in her life
Is you a dime da dime?
[Chorus:]
It's driving me outta my mind (Hey Ladies)
That's why it's so hard for me to find (Hey Ladies)
[Repeat]
Are you a dime
[Hook]
All da ugly chicks be quite (Hey, Hey)
If you fly get a drink ill buy it (Hey, Hey)
At da end of the nite I might hit (Hey, Hey)
Cuz I like it, I love it, can I ball on the beat make a club hit
[Verse 3]
It's like taste, wut lick who
Daz wut Nick do
Got a lot of chicks dat love my sick moves
Do wut a pimp do move how a pimp do move
Get a tattoo ma use my initials
Now we got issues and rumors da clear up
Sex real loud next room dey can here us
I'm looking for a dime dat can take the whole 9
Check the sex tapes if you think I'm lying
Are you a dime da dime
[Chorus:]
It's driving me outta my mind (Hey Ladies)
That's why it's so hard for me to find (Hey Ladies)
[Repeat]
Are you a dime?
Famous lyrics - Nick Cannon (feat. Akon)
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
[Intro]
{Cheyah}
You don’t need no money, {Cheyah}
you don’t need no Talent, {Cheyah}
You don’t need no Furs, {Cheyah}
you don’t need no diamonds, {Cheyah}
You don’t need no girls, {Cheyah}
you don’t need no cars, {Cheyah}
When the beat drop show em you a superstar
[Chorus]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
jump, jump, Like you famous
shake, shake, Like you famous
dance, dance, Like you famous
drink, drink, Like you famous
Fuck, Fuck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous
[Verse 1 - Akon]
Just lookin at you, I can see your star
Gotta tell you girl I’m impressed ‘bout how you are
Everything is lineing up perfect with no Flaw
The only thing you need is someone like me involved.
To break you all down, I know you’ve been waiting all day
Just get rid of those clowns and i will show you the way
Stop hanging around, we can paint this town
until the lights come down on you,
and make you famous
[Hook]
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, Bitch, I’m famous
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(I'm freakin freakin famous!)
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(I'm freakin freakin famous!)
[Verse 2 - Akon]
Lights, stars, money, cars,
Lights, stars, money, cars,
Lights, stars, money, cars,
When this beat drop let them know who you are
[Chorus]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
jump, jump, Like you famous
shake, shake, Like you famous
dance, dance, Like you famous
drink, drink, Like you famous
Fuck, Fuck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous
[Verse 3]
(Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous)
when I'm broke in a ma'fucka drove to the club
in an ugly old school V-dub bucket
(Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous)
I don't give a fuck, I'm buying out the bar
that seventeen, thirty eight Remy Mar'
Brought it hard, Imma call three broads
To manaja twa, in my Adidas
Not loui vuitton dwag, these kncok-offs
I'm tryin' to get my papers like Peter Popoff
Late night BET need a bear cloth
savin my money like so dead lost
sex tapes like I'm wrestling -beu tokes- ?
Smoke weed, doing shots, it ain't my fault, so
[Chorus]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
jump, jump, Like you famous
shake, shake, Like you famous
dance, dance, Like you famous
drink, drink, Like you famous
Fuck, Fuck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(that seventeen, thirty eight got me go!)
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(that seventeen, thirty eight got me go!)
[Intro]
{Cheyah}
You don’t need no money, {Cheyah}
you don’t need no Talent, {Cheyah}
You don’t need no Furs, {Cheyah}
you don’t need no diamonds, {Cheyah}
You don’t need no girls, {Cheyah}
you don’t need no cars, {Cheyah}
When the beat drop show em you a superstar
[Chorus]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
jump, jump, Like you famous
shake, shake, Like you famous
dance, dance, Like you famous
drink, drink, Like you famous
Fuck, Fuck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous
[Verse 1 - Akon]
Just lookin at you, I can see your star
Gotta tell you girl I’m impressed ‘bout how you are
Everything is lineing up perfect with no Flaw
The only thing you need is someone like me involved.
To break you all down, I know you’ve been waiting all day
Just get rid of those clowns and i will show you the way
Stop hanging around, we can paint this town
until the lights come down on you,
and make you famous
[Hook]
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, best believe I can make you famous
Ohh, Girl, I can make you famous, Bitch, I’m famous
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(I'm freakin freakin famous!)
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(I'm freakin freakin famous!)
[Verse 2 - Akon]
Lights, stars, money, cars,
Lights, stars, money, cars,
Lights, stars, money, cars,
When this beat drop let them know who you are
[Chorus]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
jump, jump, Like you famous
shake, shake, Like you famous
dance, dance, Like you famous
drink, drink, Like you famous
Fuck, Fuck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous
[Verse 3]
(Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous)
when I'm broke in a ma'fucka drove to the club
in an ugly old school V-dub bucket
(Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous)
I don't give a fuck, I'm buying out the bar
that seventeen, thirty eight Remy Mar'
Brought it hard, Imma call three broads
To manaja twa, in my Adidas
Not loui vuitton dwag, these kncok-offs
I'm tryin' to get my papers like Peter Popoff
Late night BET need a bear cloth
savin my money like so dead lost
sex tapes like I'm wrestling -beu tokes- ?
Smoke weed, doing shots, it ain't my fault, so
[Chorus]
Bounce, Bounce, Like you famous
jump, jump, Like you famous
shake, shake, Like you famous
dance, dance, Like you famous
drink, drink, Like you famous
Fuck, Fuck, Like you famous
Pose, Pose, Like you famous
HOLD UP. Bitch I'm famous
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(that seventeen, thirty eight got me go!)
Yeeeeeh eeeeh yea, I feel like I’m famous
(that seventeen, thirty eight got me go!)
George Bush lyrics - nick cannon
[from "Short Circuitz" soundtrack]
[Speak:]
My Fellow America, Good Evening. Tonight I Would Like To Finally Talk About, An Urgent Issue, Thats Been Near And Dear To My Heart Strings. Some Time Ago, Kanye West, Said That I Hate Black People. Nothing Could Be Farthest From The Truth. But Kanye, If Ya Want Beef, Ya Got Beef! Bring It In!
[Speak, Beat Comes On:]
I Heard Yous Was Talkin Shit Boy!
I Hear Everything!
I Could Make Ya Disappear!
Hahahahaha!
Your Beatin 'round The Wrong Bush.
Read My Lips, Ill Kill You.
[Rap:]
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Watch Me Spit My Flows.
Its George Dub [Yea], And I'm Runnin Shit.
Kanye West Don't Know Who He Fuckin With. (Me!)
Run Up On Your Block Havin Your Crew Get To Duckin Quick.
Shit About To Blow Up Keep My Finger On The Button Bitch!
You Gotta Problem, Do Somethin Then.
No Bloodz No Cripz, Its The Fuckin Republicans!
[Speakin:]
Katrina Wasn't My Fault. I Didn't Even Know There Were Black Folks In New Orleans.
West Wing!
[Rap:]
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Mothafucka Stay Away!
Kanye We Don't Play, Kanye We Don't Play, Kanye We Don't Play.
Little West You Don't Really Want Beef,
Your A Whack Rapper, I'm Commander In Chief!
Say I Don't Like Blacks But No One Believes Ya,
Cause Everybody Knows I'm Squeezin Condoleezza.
I Hit It From The Back And I Rocked Her World,
Now I'm Leavin Her Ass For A White Girl.
[Speakin:]
Yeah! I Ain't No Lame Duck, Hahahaha! You Don't Say? Bring The Hook In!
[Rap:]
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Mothafucka Stay Away.
[Speak, "Kanye We Dont Play" In Background:]
I'm Gon Smoke You Out!
And I Ain't Sharin My Bitches.
I'm From Crawford Bitch! Straight Out!
Don't Be A Hater Player.
Don't Make Me Call In Dick Cheney!
He Stay Strapped.
I'll Tap Your Phone Son!
Geroge W. Bush, Dirty South!
Watch Your Back Kanye!
Terror Alert Is Elevated!
Ahh!
[Speak:]
My Fellow America, Good Evening. Tonight I Would Like To Finally Talk About, An Urgent Issue, Thats Been Near And Dear To My Heart Strings. Some Time Ago, Kanye West, Said That I Hate Black People. Nothing Could Be Farthest From The Truth. But Kanye, If Ya Want Beef, Ya Got Beef! Bring It In!
[Speak, Beat Comes On:]
I Heard Yous Was Talkin Shit Boy!
I Hear Everything!
I Could Make Ya Disappear!
Hahahahaha!
Your Beatin 'round The Wrong Bush.
Read My Lips, Ill Kill You.
[Rap:]
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Watch Me Spit My Flows.
Its George Dub [Yea], And I'm Runnin Shit.
Kanye West Don't Know Who He Fuckin With. (Me!)
Run Up On Your Block Havin Your Crew Get To Duckin Quick.
Shit About To Blow Up Keep My Finger On The Button Bitch!
You Gotta Problem, Do Somethin Then.
No Bloodz No Cripz, Its The Fuckin Republicans!
[Speakin:]
Katrina Wasn't My Fault. I Didn't Even Know There Were Black Folks In New Orleans.
West Wing!
[Rap:]
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Mothafucka Stay Away!
Kanye We Don't Play, Kanye We Don't Play, Kanye We Don't Play.
Little West You Don't Really Want Beef,
Your A Whack Rapper, I'm Commander In Chief!
Say I Don't Like Blacks But No One Believes Ya,
Cause Everybody Knows I'm Squeezin Condoleezza.
I Hit It From The Back And I Rocked Her World,
Now I'm Leavin Her Ass For A White Girl.
[Speakin:]
Yeah! I Ain't No Lame Duck, Hahahaha! You Don't Say? Bring The Hook In!
[Rap:]
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Hell Naw Kanye.
You Don't Want It From The President, Mothafucka Stay Away.
[Speak, "Kanye We Dont Play" In Background:]
I'm Gon Smoke You Out!
And I Ain't Sharin My Bitches.
I'm From Crawford Bitch! Straight Out!
Don't Be A Hater Player.
Don't Make Me Call In Dick Cheney!
He Stay Strapped.
I'll Tap Your Phone Son!
Geroge W. Bush, Dirty South!
Watch Your Back Kanye!
Terror Alert Is Elevated!
Ahh!
I'm Scared Of You lyrics - Nick Cannon
[from "Drumline" soundtrack]
[INTRO:]
Uhh
Y'all ain't ready
No, Uhh
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, uhh [x4]
[VERSE 1:]
Stomp down in the game like Omega Psi Phi
Who am I? Nick Cannon, bla-asian fly guy
Frequent mileages, stompin at colleges
Yo I be all up in the dorm like I'm down to scholarships
Shorty, hold me down it's over now
We clown around the town to Morris Brown
Chicks at Clark meet me in the quad
Trying to get somethin' for free like 106 and Park
Bethune Cookman good lookin'
What you got cookin' Bronx to Brooklyn
Tech if I recollect correct they off the deck
And we bailin' at Spelman I constantly rip
At Johnson C. Smith chicks want me to strip (no)
Won't see Nick on a "Gone Wild" flick
Got me shiverin', quiverin', don't know what to do
Oooh, little mama I'm scared of you, ha
[CHORUS:]
(Fellas) What you bout to do?
(Ladies) What you bout to do?
(Fellas) I'm bout to act a fool at this school
(Ladies) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(Fellas) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(Ladies) What you bout to do?
(Fellas) What you bout to do?
(Ladies) I'm bout to act a fool at this school
(Fellas) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(Ladies) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(yo yo yo)
[VERSE 2:]
I wish there was two of me
Like Lionel from "The Jeffersons"
Texas A and M saw this Mexican
And next of kin full of estrogen
And the wind and the Benz we begin again
Up at Michigan so I mean Wolverine
Shorty leaned on my b and I beaned in between
The knee and the knee, ooooh weeeee
Can't see how you fit that in them jeans
Mama stacked hair plat with platinum earrings
Hear me get amped when we at Hampton
Sweatin' and pantin' shoutin' and chantin'
Southern and Grambling girls are a classic
In the Bayou to the N Y U
Chicks at Cooper yeah they kinda fly, too
Got me shiverin', quiverin', don't know what to do
Oooh, little mama I'm scared of you
[CHORUS]
(uh uh uh)
[VERSE 3:]
A girl I barely knew up at Prairie View
Started poppin and droppin' I'm scared of you
Shorty wrecked my mind up at Pepperdine
Yo the A K A's and them Deltas fine
Fool coming in an hour we bouncin' at Howard
Yo I ain't no coward so shorty get louder
No folks shake at Norfolk State
Please believe me Tuskegee, the breezies be feenin' me
They need me that Action that Jackson
Man satisfaction when class in
Don't cha know no good at the Oakwood
Could a duck get stuck if my luck that good
Usually they'll say at U C L A
Oooooh you so great Nick Cannon please stay
Got me shiverin', quiverin', don't know what to do
Oooh, little mama I'm scared of you, uhh
[CHORUS: x2]
[INTRO:]
Uhh
Y'all ain't ready
No, Uhh
Shake 'em off, shake 'em off, shake 'em off, uhh [x4]
[VERSE 1:]
Stomp down in the game like Omega Psi Phi
Who am I? Nick Cannon, bla-asian fly guy
Frequent mileages, stompin at colleges
Yo I be all up in the dorm like I'm down to scholarships
Shorty, hold me down it's over now
We clown around the town to Morris Brown
Chicks at Clark meet me in the quad
Trying to get somethin' for free like 106 and Park
Bethune Cookman good lookin'
What you got cookin' Bronx to Brooklyn
Tech if I recollect correct they off the deck
And we bailin' at Spelman I constantly rip
At Johnson C. Smith chicks want me to strip (no)
Won't see Nick on a "Gone Wild" flick
Got me shiverin', quiverin', don't know what to do
Oooh, little mama I'm scared of you, ha
[CHORUS:]
(Fellas) What you bout to do?
(Ladies) What you bout to do?
(Fellas) I'm bout to act a fool at this school
(Ladies) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(Fellas) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(Ladies) What you bout to do?
(Fellas) What you bout to do?
(Ladies) I'm bout to act a fool at this school
(Fellas) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(Ladies) Ooooooh, I'm scared of you
(yo yo yo)
[VERSE 2:]
I wish there was two of me
Like Lionel from "The Jeffersons"
Texas A and M saw this Mexican
And next of kin full of estrogen
And the wind and the Benz we begin again
Up at Michigan so I mean Wolverine
Shorty leaned on my b and I beaned in between
The knee and the knee, ooooh weeeee
Can't see how you fit that in them jeans
Mama stacked hair plat with platinum earrings
Hear me get amped when we at Hampton
Sweatin' and pantin' shoutin' and chantin'
Southern and Grambling girls are a classic
In the Bayou to the N Y U
Chicks at Cooper yeah they kinda fly, too
Got me shiverin', quiverin', don't know what to do
Oooh, little mama I'm scared of you
[CHORUS]
(uh uh uh)
[VERSE 3:]
A girl I barely knew up at Prairie View
Started poppin and droppin' I'm scared of you
Shorty wrecked my mind up at Pepperdine
Yo the A K A's and them Deltas fine
Fool coming in an hour we bouncin' at Howard
Yo I ain't no coward so shorty get louder
No folks shake at Norfolk State
Please believe me Tuskegee, the breezies be feenin' me
They need me that Action that Jackson
Man satisfaction when class in
Don't cha know no good at the Oakwood
Could a duck get stuck if my luck that good
Usually they'll say at U C L A
Oooooh you so great Nick Cannon please stay
Got me shiverin', quiverin', don't know what to do
Oooh, little mama I'm scared of you, uhh
[CHORUS: x2]
I'm So Wack lyrics - Nick Cannon
I'm so wack, I'm so wack, I'm so wack,
Niggers say I'm wack,
But I don't give a fuck!
If I'm so wack then why you're on my nuts?
I'm so wack I say it all day!
Everytime you call me wack, nigger I get paid!
I'm so wack, I'm on your blog every morning
Tom ford suit 'cause me so corny.
I'm so wack that bitches wanna bone me
Wax museum, niggers wanna clone me
Why am I, why am I wack?
Maybe it's, maybe it's my maybach!
Or could it be every piece that I hit back
When I was g-I-g-o-l-o-I-n-g to the max!
I'm so wack!
A dj for the president,
And when they come back I make that old rap irrelevant!
I'm so wack, and everything that I do,
But ain't never done it, so what that make you?
[Chorus:]
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
So wicked, wicked wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
You can call me wack, but your words don't matter,
I got more money than nerds got data!
Made my hot bitch, best believe I had her,
Nigger is nothing, his spanish is nothing!
My english fucked up, who cares about grammar?
You can ask kelsey, your friend is grammar!
Oh, oh, oh my speakers go on hammer,
You can touch this, nigger I'm a dancer!
Hockey is so fat, had to change my pants off,
Why am I, why am I, why am I?
Blame it on my momma, cause I'm so handsome,
Riot in delta l.a. to atlanta,
Higher in shits, smoking hannah montana!
Cause they never get the picture, can't work their camera,
All up on my twitter, hating on my status,
I just laugh, fuck...
Push this wack... to this wack as blank!
[Chorus:]
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
So wicked, wicked wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack can't rap that all,
Just staying on track and grab my balls,
If whak was wrong, then what's the fault,
Now I'm so whak and you're so wrong!
I'm so whack I gotta check my...
Maybe you get low, and you don't know,
Baby I'm so wack I'm on chemical!
[Chorus:]
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
So wicked, wicked wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
Niggers say I'm wack,
But I don't give a fuck!
If I'm so wack then why you're on my nuts?
I'm so wack I say it all day!
Everytime you call me wack, nigger I get paid!
I'm so wack, I'm on your blog every morning
Tom ford suit 'cause me so corny.
I'm so wack that bitches wanna bone me
Wax museum, niggers wanna clone me
Why am I, why am I wack?
Maybe it's, maybe it's my maybach!
Or could it be every piece that I hit back
When I was g-I-g-o-l-o-I-n-g to the max!
I'm so wack!
A dj for the president,
And when they come back I make that old rap irrelevant!
I'm so wack, and everything that I do,
But ain't never done it, so what that make you?
[Chorus:]
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
So wicked, wicked wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
You can call me wack, but your words don't matter,
I got more money than nerds got data!
Made my hot bitch, best believe I had her,
Nigger is nothing, his spanish is nothing!
My english fucked up, who cares about grammar?
You can ask kelsey, your friend is grammar!
Oh, oh, oh my speakers go on hammer,
You can touch this, nigger I'm a dancer!
Hockey is so fat, had to change my pants off,
Why am I, why am I, why am I?
Blame it on my momma, cause I'm so handsome,
Riot in delta l.a. to atlanta,
Higher in shits, smoking hannah montana!
Cause they never get the picture, can't work their camera,
All up on my twitter, hating on my status,
I just laugh, fuck...
Push this wack... to this wack as blank!
[Chorus:]
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
So wicked, wicked wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack can't rap that all,
Just staying on track and grab my balls,
If whak was wrong, then what's the fault,
Now I'm so whak and you're so wrong!
I'm so whack I gotta check my...
Maybe you get low, and you don't know,
Baby I'm so wack I'm on chemical!
[Chorus:]
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
So wicked, wicked wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
I'm so wack!
My Wife lyrics - Nick Cannon (feat. Slim of 112)
May I Have Your Attention Please
Its The Youngest Ceo Of Can-I-Ball
And I Brought Some Friend In With Me
[Slim:]
This Here Right Makr You Move
Thats Right My Slim Is On The Vocals
And Mr Kyane West Is On The Beat:
Its Been Alot Of Talk Bu Here To Set The Record Staght.
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
[Nick Cannon:]
Hey Girl I Know I Said That I'm Not Your Man
But Cannon Got Plans To But A Rock On Your Hand
I'm In The Same Color Phantom
As Rotten Banans We Split
Know We Goin To The Champalane
Wanna Get Married
Cold Feet Wanted To Scear Me
I Told Her That Was For Tha Brids But She Want A Kaneri
Got Ten Carrots Rock And Em No Lie
Promise To Stay Manogamist I'll Try
But Off That Patron Anything Can Happen
Thats Can, Slim, And Kyane That Got You Dancein
Got The Hold Block Full Of Cops And Ambulances
Ma I Keep My Pockets Fat Like Hammer Pantsess
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
Shorty Its Macamoni
Not Machamoni So Imma Need A Lab Dance At The Bachlaor Party
Yo I Read On The Internet That We Was Endin It
But Thats Rummor We Friend With Beifits
Lil Mama You My Pride And Joy All
Them Chicks On The Side They Not Important
I Know Pimpin Aint Eazy But I'm Tired Of Horin
Sorda Like When Jordan Retried Of Scorin
Sorda Like When Clif Got Tried Of Lurran
We Brake Up But Ma You Know We Gone Make Up
Way That That Ass Shake You Hard To Stay Away From Words Cant Explain So Slim Just Sang On Em
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
Yo Kyane Make Em Rock To This
You Know A Player In His Time Like Optamis
Transforming From A Pimp To Monogasit
With Chicks Runnin Through My Mind Like John Mawkavich
Top The Whole Last Name Up Swich That Game Gotta Rock So Big She Cant Lift Her Finger
I Wonder If You Had Eddie Murphy
Boomerang Ya
La Face But She A East Coast Gangsta
Witha Body Like An Adomodapiea
Tight Make Ya Say I Don't Wanna Prenaup
Whyfo Shorty You Got Money To
So Lets Skip The Wedding And Go Straght To The Honeymoon
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
[Nick Cannon:]
Put Your Cups Up
Its The New Wedding Anthem
To The Left Do It Do It Do It
To The Right Do It Do It Do It
Do What Ya Like
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
Its The Youngest Ceo Of Can-I-Ball
And I Brought Some Friend In With Me
[Slim:]
This Here Right Makr You Move
Thats Right My Slim Is On The Vocals
And Mr Kyane West Is On The Beat:
Its Been Alot Of Talk Bu Here To Set The Record Staght.
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
[Nick Cannon:]
Hey Girl I Know I Said That I'm Not Your Man
But Cannon Got Plans To But A Rock On Your Hand
I'm In The Same Color Phantom
As Rotten Banans We Split
Know We Goin To The Champalane
Wanna Get Married
Cold Feet Wanted To Scear Me
I Told Her That Was For Tha Brids But She Want A Kaneri
Got Ten Carrots Rock And Em No Lie
Promise To Stay Manogamist I'll Try
But Off That Patron Anything Can Happen
Thats Can, Slim, And Kyane That Got You Dancein
Got The Hold Block Full Of Cops And Ambulances
Ma I Keep My Pockets Fat Like Hammer Pantsess
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
Shorty Its Macamoni
Not Machamoni So Imma Need A Lab Dance At The Bachlaor Party
Yo I Read On The Internet That We Was Endin It
But Thats Rummor We Friend With Beifits
Lil Mama You My Pride And Joy All
Them Chicks On The Side They Not Important
I Know Pimpin Aint Eazy But I'm Tired Of Horin
Sorda Like When Jordan Retried Of Scorin
Sorda Like When Clif Got Tried Of Lurran
We Brake Up But Ma You Know We Gone Make Up
Way That That Ass Shake You Hard To Stay Away From Words Cant Explain So Slim Just Sang On Em
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
Yo Kyane Make Em Rock To This
You Know A Player In His Time Like Optamis
Transforming From A Pimp To Monogasit
With Chicks Runnin Through My Mind Like John Mawkavich
Top The Whole Last Name Up Swich That Game Gotta Rock So Big She Cant Lift Her Finger
I Wonder If You Had Eddie Murphy
Boomerang Ya
La Face But She A East Coast Gangsta
Witha Body Like An Adomodapiea
Tight Make Ya Say I Don't Wanna Prenaup
Whyfo Shorty You Got Money To
So Lets Skip The Wedding And Go Straght To The Honeymoon
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
[Nick Cannon:]
Put Your Cups Up
Its The New Wedding Anthem
To The Left Do It Do It Do It
To The Right Do It Do It Do It
Do What Ya Like
[Hook:]
My Wife
My Wife
My Queen
My Queen
Your The One That I Like Ohhhhh
Shorty Do What You Do For Me!!!
Pearls lyrics - Nick Cannon (feat. Sade)
[Nick Cannon:]
All jokes is savage, it lies your eyes every time I smile
While, as a child at the core, gotta spit these pearls to my unborn
Poems 'till they get into this world!
Show 'em how to fit into this world
Knowing unless you're gonna make a difference you ain't shit in this world
Excuse my language, damn, I guess I'm just anxious!
Man, it take away all the suffering, pain, hatred and anguish!
This place is dangerous, we're entertainers,
But so many of our angels have fallen and walk with Satan,
But don't be too religious, cause that's just a business.
I hate to say this, but it is what it is...
Ya al just can't live what we live,
Is gonna be individuals, be negative.
They gonna hate your skin tone, hate your income
Hate your homes and even hate on your mom.
Hate on me for making this song.
But you are not alone...
[Sade:]
There is a woman in Somalia
Scraping for pearls on the roadside
There's a force stronger than nature
Keeps her will alive
That's how she's dying
She's dying to survive
Don't know what she's made of
I would like to be that brave!
She cries to the Heaven above
There is a stone in my heart,
She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes!
Hurts like brand-new shoes!
[Nick Cannon:]
Ya'll are covered by the father,
And your mother's one of the greats,
And when I meet you in person I'm gonna say this to your face.
My daughter, be careful! But my son, go harder in the pain,
... no chaser, but only tasted the moderation!
I ain't never drink, but this is a celebration,
So I'm toasting with potions that keep endorphins open.
Lord knows I'm hopin' that you embrace my mistakes
That I have yet to make,
And I thank you beforehand as I accept your grace.
Your hands I can't wait to cast my pearls among saints.
[Sade:]
There is a woman in Somalia
The sun gives her no mercy
The same sky we lay under
Burns her to the bone
Long as afternoon shadows
It's gonna take her to get home
Each grain carefully wrapped up
Pearls for her little girl.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes.
All jokes is savage, it lies your eyes every time I smile
While, as a child at the core, gotta spit these pearls to my unborn
Poems 'till they get into this world!
Show 'em how to fit into this world
Knowing unless you're gonna make a difference you ain't shit in this world
Excuse my language, damn, I guess I'm just anxious!
Man, it take away all the suffering, pain, hatred and anguish!
This place is dangerous, we're entertainers,
But so many of our angels have fallen and walk with Satan,
But don't be too religious, cause that's just a business.
I hate to say this, but it is what it is...
Ya al just can't live what we live,
Is gonna be individuals, be negative.
They gonna hate your skin tone, hate your income
Hate your homes and even hate on your mom.
Hate on me for making this song.
But you are not alone...
[Sade:]
There is a woman in Somalia
Scraping for pearls on the roadside
There's a force stronger than nature
Keeps her will alive
That's how she's dying
She's dying to survive
Don't know what she's made of
I would like to be that brave!
She cries to the Heaven above
There is a stone in my heart,
She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes!
Hurts like brand-new shoes!
[Nick Cannon:]
Ya'll are covered by the father,
And your mother's one of the greats,
And when I meet you in person I'm gonna say this to your face.
My daughter, be careful! But my son, go harder in the pain,
... no chaser, but only tasted the moderation!
I ain't never drink, but this is a celebration,
So I'm toasting with potions that keep endorphins open.
Lord knows I'm hopin' that you embrace my mistakes
That I have yet to make,
And I thank you beforehand as I accept your grace.
Your hands I can't wait to cast my pearls among saints.
[Sade:]
There is a woman in Somalia
The sun gives her no mercy
The same sky we lay under
Burns her to the bone
Long as afternoon shadows
It's gonna take her to get home
Each grain carefully wrapped up
Pearls for her little girl.
Hallelujah
Hallelujah
She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand-new shoes.
Shorty (Put It On The Floor) lyrics - Nick Cannon (feat. Busta Rhymes, Chingy, Fat Joe)
[Intro]
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t gotta pop the pistil
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo’. (What!) (C’mon)
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Cali, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Miami, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
Atlanta, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
One time, the women start sniffin around, when we be rippin’ it down, we got ‘em stickin’ around.
The way they love to feel like I’m the king of the town.
The way my money stack steep and got ‘em flippin’ around.
And got ‘em makin’ a sound.
Ayo, you looking delicious. Baby girl, I only use my dough for coochie or chicken.
Listen, cooked food. Shorty fatten my tummy. You can go in and have my slice, don’t touch my money.
Even though you looking good and it was nice to meet ya, you be lucky if you even get a slice of pizza from me.
Before you ever try to touch my money clip, I’ll put you on the corner walking up and down the money strip.
Now looka here, honey dip betta find another dummy quick. Homie tryna stunt, betta jump inside a money whip.
I see where you can get and keep it over there, you betta try your luck cause you ain’t getting nothing over here.
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 2: Chingy]
Ma, let me see you twist it like a centipede.
I keep a sack of that, plus some Hennessey.
Since I got rich, I keep a lot of enemies.
But trick when it’s like that, it’s cause I been a G.
Look at the way women tend to grin at me.
I like the way she shake it with a lot of energy.
Magnums, alcoholic freaks the remedy.
I’m the young Donald Trump, is y’all hearing me?
Girls on the side line, yeah they cheerin’ me.
Ask her, can she drive a stick, now she steerin me.
Man, I’m sick. Know it ain’t no curin’ me.
C to the H to the I-N-G. Y
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)
[Verse 3: Fat Joe]
Put that ass up on the flo’, make it clap when you see cats pass for the door.
I ain’t tryna act gassed at all, chicks attack like he’s Joe Crack the boss.
Played it back, cause I be so paranoid.
I got a wife, but baby please don’t back it off.
She understood that, said, “What’s good, Crack?”
Got me screaming with a hood, with a hood rat.
Mami, I ain’t gotta pop the pistil
But the rocks got a gleam, so hard to miss ‘em.
So I, cut the chase, took her out the place.
Put her in a bed, put a smile on her face.
She don’t know Joe Crack, the Daun
Never spend no type of real cheese on a broad.
All I keep is a 100 G’s, limit credit card.
Could you believe, we could spend it all.
New York, Put it on the flo’.
New York, Put it on the flo.’
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
Jersey, Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
V.A. Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
Chi-town, Put it on the flo’.
[Verse 4: Nick Cannon]
Shorty, you gon’ work for this little bit of change.
Side order of pimpin’, little bit of game.
What ya know, gon’ hurt, just a little bit of pain.
When I rip your skirt, from your little bity frame.
Whole lot drinkin’, whole lot of cash.
Dirty ol’ Nick with a whole lot of **
Fly Guy, Antonio Vaugus.
Porshe’s we ain’t even parkin.
Valet, alligator air forces.
Waves in my head have them chicks getting nauseas.
Let ‘em cause the fame, my dough, your world.
So shake it like a n-n-n-nasty girl.
[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
I think you need to move it to the left (Shorty)
Move it to the left (Shorty)
If you ain’t got your own paper, I don’t suggest you hold your breath (Shorty)
Keep it right (Shorty)
You betta keep it tight (Shorty)
You betta bring money out ya crib, cause you ain’t getting none of mine, tonight (Shorty)[2x]
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BK, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
BX, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
St. Louis, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
Philly, Put it on the flo’.
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