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    Cam'Ron F Juelz Santana
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    Mr. Sandman Lyrics
    Cam'Ron F Juelz Santana

    Intro: RZA (singing by Blue Raspberry)
    *bees buzzing*
    *man screaming in torture*

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    Lil Wayne f Juelz Santana
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    Black Republicans Lyrics
    Lil Wayne F Juelz Santana

    ... they've been waiting for Ya dig, Santana Weezy F. Ay Wayne What up man What you been workin' on nigga? Oh you know, I got Currency's new album And prolly workin' on my album, ya dig Oh ...

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    Lil Wayne f Juelz Santana
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    Bonafide Hustla Lyrics
    Lil Wayne F Juelz Santana

    ... ya , ya ) [Verse Two : Juelz Santana] First Class LV's on the luggage V - 8's in the car this the life how you want it I do it big easy does it hows I does it when I does ...

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    Lil Wayne f Juelz Santana
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    No Other Lyrics
    Lil Wayne F Juelz Santana

    [Lil Wayne] Yeah, straight up D-Boy, sell in 10th Ward Miss Katrina turned my city to a seesaw I keep going for them corners like Lyor They gon' either respect me or, he all Burnin them bitches like a se-qual Punk, put a hump in your back, they called it Igor What? This shit is hard, any yard where we are We call that cocaine rice, I got that Condoleezza Huh? You fuck with me chump, I rock your teacup I say before you spend a dollar boy, put up the re-up Yep, get up cause we up, foot up and knee up In the game, put up and shut up, I hit your head up Or go bang, the Birdgang and the Birdman J. Lil Wayne, hear to hang, other words here to stay Feel my pain, Fireman, I spark and I rain I hark through the flames, yeah, all for the change, yeah Call it insane but I'm a hustler to the muscle And them new drop Bentleys look like pussy in the summer So I'm fuckin that, huggin that block like I'm lovin that Never sell a crumb where my mother at, run with that You can come at me for beef and shots come with that Your bitch come at me for wood and I'm the lumberjack I come in that Similac Maybach, shades black Looking like I'm tryna bring Yay back, ASAP Give it to 'em raw, no Ajax, taste that Huh, fuck around and make your face crack I know niggas that, shoot dope, arms looking like a racetrack Nigga missed a vein in his neck, his whole face fat You can't take that? Well I can't take back Where I come from so I learned how to make that Yeah, turn that straight to a G stack Stack up my cheese, now I'm screamin "Where the keys at?" [Juelz Santana] I'm from, block one, five-one, where my young Niggas on the rise to get a name, don't try them Wayne, I fell your pain and I see your stress How they think your people 'posed to get through Katrina off a FEMA cheque? Coke in a Pyrex, dope and the ice, yes Mind on the highway, road signs, right, left And that's the mind-state of kids growin up Still they wonder why the crime rate's goin up, throw it up Eastside, Westside, Southside, Northside Fuck with my money I, torch guys, off guys Hire men, fire men, send 'em to a higher man (there he go) Torture 'em, vice grip, pliers man Niggas turn to tin foil when they see the iron man Pressure bust pipes, I apply it and Move like a lion through the jungle, yes, there is none higher than Me, don't slip up and end wind up in the lion bend Big body Benz eyein man, higher than A chick that flight-attend or air force flyer man Bad bitches I fly 'em and fuck 'em Send 'em back home hyped feeling like they on nitrogen Just call me the Pied Piper man Still get the coke through the pipeline, then off to the piper stem And I'm still getting paper back in rubber bands I still got paper bags coming in I still got that mattress with the paper bags under it Comic books, Playboy baby mag under it, still I still got ties with my guys who don't speak no English Them Vatos, they got those cheapest Got no green card, got no visas and got those Pablo features They drop off then pick up, I pick up then drop off The drop off was picked up, and then what? I get it

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    Lil Wayne f Juelz Santana
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    Oh Yea Lyrics
    Lil Wayne F Juelz Santana

    [Lil Wayne]
    Young mula
    cash money mafia, (yea!)

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    Marques Houston f Juelz Santana
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    Wonderful Remix Lyrics
    Marques Houston F Juelz Santana

    OO
    Small contribution, mr Santana, your boy marques houston
    Dip set, skull game

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    Sky Balla f Juelz Santana
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    Real Talk Lyrics
    Sky Balla F Juelz Santana

    [Sky Balla]
    Red set, blue set, mac 10s a few tecs
    My killas on the payroll will leave your whole crew wet

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    Juelz Santana T.i F Cam'ron
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    Crown Me Lyrics
    Juelz Santana T.i F Cam'ron

    [Verse 1: T.I.] Sit back, toss dice in a knick trap Serve thick crack in white T's and fitted caps These sick reps, this my life you just spit raps I been a hustler all my life gimme six stacks Cop my self a quarter kite I can flip that Cook it till its solid white tell ?em hit that Big fat Os of that solid hard git that Those slangin blow on a boulevard knick sacks Just as big around as a Tylenol, hit that Nigga with the Yay tell him now bring a brick back Now I'ma move it by day nigga 6 max And ain't no runnin' off with yay shootin' big straps 40 cals, Sk's with no kick back Get you get your shit sacks right where your dicks at and I don't think your clicks just supposed to forget that I gotta a gauge for that day you want some git back While we sprayin all you niggas sayin git back Duck down nigga, naw what now nigga you was talking plenty shit but you aint tough now nigga You don't know the click, I got enough wild niggas that'll Hit you then ride you to another town nigga Dig a hole, throw you in it for a half a brick a blow Man, Rappin' and Movies is all these niggas know Swear to God He niggas true fags Certified Douche Bags.. [Verse 2: Juelz Santana] Yea You don't know what that new glock do You don't know how to count chump, 2 times 2 You don't know what the grimin's like or that new rock do You don't know what it is to see that shoe box full Chump, you don't know what that oo op do Have your block like oo aa oo Who shot who Yea, I leave the gun there so the police think you shot you Then hop in a coupe and do my due I pimp most of these bitches, really open these bitches Ask about me, you thought Pretty Tony was vicious Man I'm that times 2 So please homey, cuff your bitch and let that guy through Let that guy move Let that guy go Man that guy crazy Let that guy know Cat got rabbies Yea mac got Amy Shots that ready to pop and hatch like babies I lock the block down Like a jailhouse lockdown Cops found razors in the mattress I let the 8 boop off at your face dude Have you comin out the speakers like the base do I'm a mothafucken beast and animal 2003, the street's new hannible Man I show you what the piece and hammer do Raise my arm with the piece and hammer you Let the 8 spread, off at your face head Watch your face shead sorta like snake's shead Im gorrilla born, lion hearted, ape bread 2 minded, eagle eyed, beatle side, snake head And I play dead, just to fool you, just to move you All that just to shoot you Fall Back, this kid is cuocoo [Verse 3: Cam'Ron] Cha ching, I'm in Bling my rims I sing they spin But my 2 nine M's, they the ying yang twins Cuz they Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, Skeet, from the window to the wall From the ceiling to the floor With a feeling when you ball Make your mom cling Im into don things Don Don, Donna Karren, Don Cornelius, Don King But follow Jon Gotti, Joe Pesci, armed robbery Hard body, body hard doggy fuck up your bodyguard Dolly call us the shotty ma Yall'll call up the squally squaw Prolly hard, get it all the squally in the party pa Right in the hamerstein Gasoline, tear gas, pepper seed, tear fast Knight sticks tear ass Cuff ?em and chief goes Damn gun that he reach for Hammer hit with the cheap blow Man its nothing I eat those Then I piss off my fowl, I lay for it Car, Crib, credit, A 1 steak sauce Ima straight boss, great loft, great Porsche, golf course, race horse, Aqueduct, Ray Soft And I make one call to get the pussy poppin Call your girl, pop that pussy wanna pussy pop And a hoochie split it, dookie hit it, booby hit it Her booby wanna back the coochie play some luchie wit it Booby at this thing, damn he all moody with it She ain't all that in that car I say Suzuki civic I make a movie with it just to get my point across Dog hand cuffin' god damn join the force Mommy, come join the boss Stick your tongue out and toing a toing a toing on my dick till your voice get hoarse Once again I gotta tell you that the boy's a boss I employ the force Half a mil on lawyer Cost Killa, Killa

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    Cam'Ron F Juelz Santana
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    N 2 Gether Now Lyrics
    Cam'Ron F Juelz Santana

    * ONLY Limp Bizkit lyrics featuring RAP artists will be accepted
    Dj....Premier...
    (Fred Durst)

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    The Diplomats f Juelz Santana
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    No Days Off Lyrics
    The Diplomats F Juelz Santana

    Yeah..
    Its like no days off with this shit man, Come on
    [Verse 1]

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    Lloyd Banks f Juelz Santana
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    Beamer, Benz, Or Bentley Lyrics
    Lloyd Banks F Juelz Santana

    [Chorus: Lloyd Banks] Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley Beamer, Benz or Bentley - my jeans are never empty bitch Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley Beamer, Benz or Bentley - your schemin don't affect me [Lloyd Banks] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm so damn high More than 500 horses when I roll by I'm calm, I'm cool, e'rything brand new I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew Get in my Beamer, Benz or Bentley; Beamer, Benz or Bentley Beat it I bet she let me, she been fiendin since she met me I'm the coolest shit especially when I'm throwin on my Gretzky Got my S-S-Smith and Wessie to protect me so respect me This is heavy new Bentley, color vanilla and cherry Andretti or Pirelli, make a movie out the ghettie Wear my ring and my confetti, I'm Kobe Bryant ready Pink Rosé and chronic smelly while I'm stumblin out the telly I'm so fly, I'm so ferry and the way I flow is very Ginsu or machete, when my pencil move it's deadly Platinum band, platinum bezzie, make a straight girl out a lezzie Magazine, mac, desi, keep my windows like the prezzie Press a button and I'm stuntin, my roof look like it's duckin Meter go 200-somethin and my trunk do wonders bumpin I am not the one for chumpin, I will ratchet out and slump him Dump him (dump him) he better off dead, ya money red [Interlude: Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks] [Juelz] I'm fresh, I'm fly, I'm always high (always high) [Juelz] Got your bitch wavin at me when I roll by [Banks] I'm calm, I'm cool, e'rything brand new [Banks] I don't handcuff, you can get the whole damn crew [Chorus] - begins with "Get in my" [Juelz Santana] Whether Beamer, Benz or Bentley I be movin, I be movin Makin movies, Tom Cruise'n, if it's action then I'm shootin Pockets fat, neck studded/Studdard, boy my nickname should be +Ruben+ My Columbian connect told me the Mexicans have moved in And he know just how I get it so we 'bout to introduce him Got a girl named Cigar, I call her that because she Cuban Got a black chick that be boostin, got a white girl that be boothin Gotta watch her cause she use it but she fuck me like she's stupid And she always ready, to give me that Becky Last time it was so good I almost crashed my Bentley Hit the club, ordered bottles, see them sparks in the sky will have this whole bitch lookin like the 4th of July But if you if you get to frontin and the pushin lead to shovin We just bustin and we leavin like it's nothin (nothin) If it ain't the Gucci or the Louie then it's Polo or it's Rugby And this bitch I brought with me, she be baggin bitches for me [Chorus] - begins with "In my" [Interlude] [Lloyd Banks] I got a girl named Kima, and Kima like Christina Baby three don't make a crowd, it make the sex seem meaner I just wanna get between her, turn her to a screamer Then it's one-two, I'm through, see ya I'll scoop her in my.. [Chorus]

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    Juelz Santana Ron Browz F Jim Jones
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    Pop Champagne Lyrics
    Juelz Santana Ron Browz F Jim Jones

    [Intro: Ron Browz] Ether boy!!!! Hey!!!! [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! [Verse 1: Ron Browz] We need more bottles tell ma hurry up Tell 'em Ron Browz here hottest in America Gimme sixteen bars and you know I tear it up Know it's me when you see this fur in your area And she call me all night cause you can get it up On my neck on my wrist everything is litted up Drinkin bottles of that Clique 'till I spit it up Only get one life so you gotta live it up (HEY!!!) If you in the things I'm in Shorty we can be friends, shorty we can be friends Right now, I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Verse 2: Jim Jones] (*Ron Browz) When I go to the dealer you know I cop that (What's that?) Brand new 'rarri and the roof drop back (The 60) Came through Harlem like the Rooftop back (AIYYO!!!) Money in the bank man you know don't stop that (Stop that stop that stop that!!!) (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Now we tryin to get up in the club (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Try to tell me no cause I'm rollin with the thugs (We got money bitch!!!) Until I flash a couple of dollars (Yep!) Tell 'em we only want tables and we buyin out the bottles (*OHHHHHHHH!!!!!) Y'all know the order Tell 'em ten Rose's and a few cold waters (Right!!!) Only Petron and a couple of lemons (Let's go) Ten thousand dollars stuffed up in the denims (What else) We standin on couches, a couple of women (Hey baby) We was ballin hard it was just the ninth inning (Early) He told shorty we could be friends (Yep) And your friends could meet with my friends (What else) And we could do this on the weekend or on the weekday We could do this on the freeway and get in the freak way SHIT!!! We could get in on three way (Oh) Blackberry two way, souped up cars on the thruway (Yep) We superstars no Lupe, we could do this like a duet But y'all be the singers on the mic, wait let me dim the lights This was in the car while I was stoppin at the light [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! [Verse 3: Juelz Santana] Baby I wanna see you work (Go) See you dance (Go) Without no shirt, without those pants Pop champagne ain't a damn thing change Spray it in the air make it champagne rain Buckets of ice keep the champagne cool Mami got a body see that damn thing move It's no sex in the champagne room Says who? Baby I'll break all rules Bring it here and I'll break off you She see me in V.I.P. and wanna break on through When she with you she lyin but she fake it When she with me she like it she never fake it [Bridge: Ron Browz] I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance I wanna see you dance, see you dance [Chorus: Ron Browz] How we ball in the club I know you hate it Mami dancin on the floor all like she naked When she lay down with you I know she fake it All the girls give it to me I ain't gotta take it OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! Pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne! OHHHHHHHH!!!!! We pop champagne!

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    Juelz Santana f Chris Brown
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    Back To The Crib Lyrics
    Juelz Santana F Chris Brown

    [Intro: Juelz Santana] (Chris Brown) Santana (YEAH!!!) Chris Breezy (YEAH!!!) P-O-L-O Da Don (YEAH!!!) Ha ha, we got one........AY!!!! [Chorus: Chris Brown] Shorty said she really feelin me like YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) Shorty said she wanna roll with me I said YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB CAUSE SHE KNOW THAT I'M ON HER!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! YEAH!!!!) [Verse One: Juelz Santana] She wanna roll with me she wanna go with me But she don't know I'm tryin to take her back home with me I told her have a seat in my ride She said I look like I taste good and she wanna eat me alive She lookin good in them new tall heels I'm lookin at her like a full course meal Chill!!! I got all the girls checkin me They know I'm a dog but they love mt pedigree Yeah! Just call me Mr. Orgasm And if you come with me I guaranteed you gonna have one The hottest in the hood, the freshest on the block Why stop all this Gucci and the Louis that I rock? If not, I stay Polo down to the socks Rings, chains, and watch worth more than Fort Knocks Temporary plates on the Audi R8 Diamonds match what I'm wearin she can't stop starin [Chorus: Chris Brown] Shorty said she really feelin me like YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) Shorty said she wanna roll with me I said YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB CAUSE SHE KNOW THAT I'M ON HER!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! YEAH!!!!) [Verse One: Juelz Santana] OWWW!!! Runway walk, beauty queen face Video body see the curves and the shape And everything her mama gave her she know how to shake Thicker than a milkshake and I'm tryin to get a taste Hair did, manicure, pedicure Attitude like Vivica, when she played in Set It Off She feelin my swag, she feelin my G Not only is she dancin she feelin on me And I'm feelin you too, so I put my hands on her Just to let her know the feelings mutual No mama we could birthday text Yes I said text but I know you know what I really meant Tell me what you will do, tell me what you won't do Tell me what you don't know how to do so I could show you I'll give it to you give it to you like I owe you And after I'm done I'm a tell you I told you, so [Chorus: Chris Brown] Shorty said she really feelin me like YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) Shorty said she wanna roll with me I said YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB CAUSE SHE KNOW THAT I'M ON HER!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! YEAH!!!!) Shorty said she really feelin me like YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) Shorty said she wanna roll with me I said YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB CAUSE SHE KNOW THAT I'M ON HER!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! YEAH!!!!) [Bridge: Chris Brown] You should, know me (HEY!!!) I could see myself in your future (HEY!!!) That's hood, O.G. (HEY!!!) I made up my mind I'm choosin ya (HEY!!!) Don't say, you won't (HEY!!!) Try to lean in, I'm feenin YEAHHHHHHH!!! Her name Wynona, girl meet me at the valet Lambourghini Breezy, I'm a transform ya, name you Mrs. Breezy Stuntin so hard but I make it look easy Let's do it like we do it when we doin it for TV YEAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! [Chorus: Chris Brown] Shorty said she really feelin me like YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) Shorty said she wanna roll with me I said YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB CAUSE SHE KNOW THAT I'M ON HER!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! YEAH!!!!) Shorty said she really feelin me like YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) Shorty said she wanna roll with me I said YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) OH YEAH!!! (YEAH!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB CAUSE SHE KNOW THAT I'M ON HER!!!) She don't know that we goin (BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! BACK TO THE CRIB!!!! YEAH!!!!)

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    Juelz Santana f Paul Wall
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    Creepin Through Your Hood Lyrics
    Juelz Santana F Paul Wall

    (Intro, Paul Wall & [Juelz Santana])
    Swisha House baby
    [Juelz Santana]

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    The Diplomats f Juelz Santana
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    Santana's Town Part II Lyrics
    The Diplomats F Juelz Santana

    [Juelz Santana]
    It's santana's town all over again baby
    DIPSET DIPSET

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    Dj Webstar f Jim Jones and Juelz Santana
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    Dancing On Me Lyrics
    Dj Webstar F Jim Jones And Juelz Santana

    Pull up to the club she dancing on me
    I don't really know what she doing to me
    But I really know how she really want me

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    Juelz Santana Dj Webstar F Jim Jones
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    Dancin On Me (Remix) Lyrics
    Juelz Santana Dj Webstar F Jim Jones

    [Chorus: DJ Webstar] Pull up to the club she dancin on me I don't really know what she doin to me But I really know how she really want me I'm like girl your dancin on me (D-J-WEB-STAR!!!!!!!!!) Dancin on me she dancin on me, dancin on me she dancin on me Dancin on me she dancin on me I don't know about you but she dancin on me GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! [Verse One: DJ Webstar] I wanna see you cop that bottle, pop that bottle Shake that bottle, then pour it on a modeeeeeeeeelllllllllll!!!!!!!!! You follow, then do your little dance like a genie in a booooooottttttttllllllllleeeeeeee!!!!!!!!!! Shorty ain't let me leave when I move she move she ain't lettin me breath!!! Shorty ain't let me leave when I move she move she ain't lettin me breath!!! [Chorus: DJ Webstar] (*Jim Jones) Pull up to the club she dancin on me I don't really know what she doin to me (*Stop touchin..) But I really know how she really want me I'm like girl your dancin on me (*Take dat) Dancin on me she dancin on me, dancin on me she dancin on me Dancin on me she dancin on me I don't know about you but she dancin on me (*I don't know about you but she dancin wit a G) GO GIRL! (*Go girl!) GO GIRL! (*Go girl!) GO GIRL! (*YO' girl!) GO GIRL! (*YO' girl!) GO GIRL! (*..is MY girl!) GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! [Verse Two: Jim Jones] (JONES!) If bein fine was a crime, you'd be servin a dime (10!) Her brains was insane, she said I'm all on her mind (Damn!) Watchin her every move and stalkin her body parts The way I might attack her, she might need her a bodyguard (errrRAUGH!!) Heh, the Jones, had her like gosh Champagne to us is nothin but mouthwash (Got 'em) You get it from ya mama, shake what she gave ya (And..) Drop it like it's hot, I couldn't take this behavior (Take dat!) Pull up to the club and that Lambo is lookin sweet (SWEET!) Don't know 'bout you, but her hands was on me (Stop touchin..) Then she start to feel like the hammer was on me But she want to lick the w/rapper like the candy was on me (BLOAW!) JONES! [Chorus: DJ Webstar] Dancin on me she dancin on me, dancin on me she dancin on me Dancin on me she dancin on me I don't know about you but she dancin on me GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! [Verse Three: Juelz Santana] Grind on me (Go!), whine on me (Go!) Now turn around and put yo' behind on me (Go!) Now grind on me (Aye), now grind on me (Aye) Now lemme take you home, you can ride on me (Aye) See ladies love me, girls they adore me The haters hate me, but they can't avoid me She wanna get kinky, she's all on me I wanna get freaky, me so horny (AYYYE!) So I whispered in her ear like, "What is we gon' do?" (Huh?) She looked at her friend, I'm like, "She could come, too" (Let's go) All three of us should get one room And do the things we like to do, ay! (BLOAW!) [Chorus: DJ Webstar] Dancin on me she dancin on me, dancin on me she dancin on me Dancin on me she dancin on me I don't know about you but she dancin on me GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! [Bridge: DJ Webstar] Shake your little diggy dong dong dong!!! Shake your little diggy dong dong dong!!! Di dong dong dong diggy dong dong dong Di dong dong dong!!! Show me what your mama gave ya! Show me what your mama gave ya! Ha fa la la dong dong dong di dong dong dong AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [Chorus: DJ Webstar] Pull up to the club she dancin on me I don't really know what she doin to me But I really know how she really want me I'm like girl your dancin on me Dancin on me she dancin on me, dancin on me she dancin on me Dancin on me she dancin on me I don't know about you but she dancin on me GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL! GO GIRL!

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    Ron Browz f Jim Jones and Juelz Santana
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    Pop Champagne Remix Lyrics
    Ron Browz F Jim Jones And Juelz Santana

    e ther boy
    hey how we ball in the club i kno u hate it
    mommy dancin on the floor like she naked

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    Juelz Santana Lil Wayne F Fabolous
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    You Ain't Got Nuthin' On Me Lyrics
    Juelz Santana Lil Wayne F Fabolous

    ... number after 1, I'ma get me 2 It's Weezy F U, now you gotta have a baby My money don't folds nor bends Mercedes Maybach, grey - black And I got a 44. and a 'K, like ...

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    Playaz Circle f Birdman, Juelz Santana, Lil Wayne
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    Duffle Bag Boy Remix Lyrics
    Playaz Circle F Birdman, Juelz Santana, Lil Wayne

    ... Z Beat the, beat the death like Weezy F Baby Just like Khaled say We the Best We the Best Duffle bag boys Dolla Tit ya wanna meet the rest Big Cap, J dot Beats that's hot ...

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    Ron Browz f Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, Ludacris
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    Pop Champagne (Mega Remix) Lyrics
    Ron Browz F Jim Jones, Juelz Santana, Ludacris

    ... Hey ) Pop champagne, Ohh, We Pop champagne [Juelz Santana] Baby I wanna see you work, see you dance Without no shirt, without those pants Pop champagne ain't a damn thang change Spread it in the air, make the champagne rain Buckets of ice ...

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    Hell Rell and Jr Writer Dj Kay Slay F Juelz Santana
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    Up In Harlem Lyrics
    Hell Rell And Jr Writer Dj Kay Slay F Juelz Santana

    ... road, holding you up, cold as a f*** They want that button, lunge it and push it Soon as they ...
    ... clip, for anyone squealin' they lips F*** y'all if y'all ain't feeling the dips Why I feel like I'm ...

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    Red Cafe f Busta Rhymes, Diddy, Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks, Lore'l
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    Hottest In The Hood (Remix Part Two) Lyrics
    Red Cafe F Busta Rhymes, Diddy, Juelz Santana, Lloyd Banks, Lore'l

    ... Thuglife hottest in the hood dot com [Verse Two: Juelz Santana] ( *Red Cafe ) Aight, I'm the hottest in the hood, yeah I'm that nigga Ya girl wanna follow me and I don't mean Twitter Said she got a deep throat and ...

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