Gotta do it for the ladies
And I gotta keep it hood
Where we at Polo (Ay)
I see you Ryan
... you was right
But we just gettin started

You see you searching for somebody
That'll take you out and do you right
Well come here baby and let daddy show you what it feel like
You know all you gotta do is tell me what you sippin' on
And I promise that I’m gonna keep it comin’ all night long

Lookin’ in your eyes while you walk the other side
And I think that shorty I’ve got a thing for you
Doin’ it on purpose winding and workin’ it
I can tell by the way you lookin’ at me girl

I wanna make love in this club
(make love in this club, in this club, in this club)
I wanna make love in this club
(in this club, in this club, in this club)

You got some friends rollin’ wit you baby then that's cool
You can leave them with my niggas let em know that I got you
If you didn’t know, you’re the only thing that’s on my mind
Cuz the way I'm staring miss you got me wantin to give it to you all night

Lookin’ in your eyes while you walk the other side
I can't take it no more
Baby I'm coming for you
You keep doin’ it on purpose winding and working it
If we close our eyes it could be just me and you

I wanna make love (in this club in this club, in this club)
I wanna make love (in this club in this club, in this club)
I wanna make love (in this club, in this club, in this club)
I wanna make love in this club (in this club, in this club)

I’m what you want, I’m what you need
He got you trapped, I’ll set you free
Sexually, mentally, physically, emotionally
I’ll be like your medicine, you’ll take every dose of me
It’s going down on aisle 3, I’ll bag you like some groceries
And every time you think about it you gon’ want some more of me
About to hit the club, make a movie yeah rated R
Pulled up like a trap star,
That's if you have yo regular car
You wanna make love to a thug in the club with his Sice on
87 jeans and a fresh pair of Nikes on
On the couch, on the table, on the bar, or on the floor
You can meet me in the bathroom yeah you know I’m trying go

Tonight it's ...
If we keep touching like this
I know you scared
They don't know what we doin
...
Keep it up girl I swear
I'ma give it to you none stop
And I don't care who's watchin

[Juelz Santana]:
Okay
Check it, Check it, Check it out
It's Santana again
Steppin, Steppin, Steppin out
One of them Brand new big boy toys
I do big boy things
I make big boy noise cuz...
I know what girls want...
I know what they like
They wanna stay up , and party all night
so bring a friend

[Chris Brown]:
Let me talk to you
Tell you how it is
I was thinkin when I saw that body gotta get shawty
Tell her what the young boy gon do
Damn them chicks wit chu gotta be okay
Babe pretty thick wit the kick that's sick that need to be
hit
So tell me what ya'll gon do

{Pont:}
I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop, drop makes me hot, hot

{Refrain:}
Is ya man on the flo?
If he ain't...
Let me know
Let me see if you can run it, run it
girl indeed I can run it, run it {x2}

You'll see
Girl I can set you off
Don't believe my age is gonna slow us down
I can definitly show you things
that's gon have you sayin I can't be 16
Once I get in you won't wanna go
(and I...)
I'll have yo girls wishin they were you
(and I...)
I know your heard about me, but guess what's goin down if we
leave

{au Pont, x2}
I got friends, and you got friends
They hop out, and you hop in
I look fly, and they jockin
The way you drop, drop makes me wanna pop, pop

{au Refrain, x2}

[Breakdown]:
Girl you feel right
(Feel right)
Make me feel like...
(feel like...)
I wanna do a little somethin
(do a little somethin)
Ain't no thing let you do it fo sho
Girl the way that your wearin them jeans is turnin me on
I'm the hottest thing thats in these streets so baby won't
you rock me...

[Rap]:
Make it drop honey...
Make it pop honey...
Whip, whop..
Tick, tock to da clock fo me
don't stop doin that
and shawty know I mean what I say so she won't stop doin dat
Plus I heard if you can dance you can bump
Well dance is up let's go, let's go(yup)
we can get it in...
we can gets some friends
do it like the ying yang twins
(Whisperin)
wait til' you see my.... {x2}
let me fall back
You ain't ready for all dat
have you sleep late
real late
yeah takin a long nap
you teel your friends...
to get wit my friends
we can be friends
switch and meet friends(switch)
we can do it all night long, and...
til' da clock hit mornin ya dig

{au Refrain}

oooh, oooh, oooh, ooh

Yo this is Nappy Boy radio live
with ya boy T-Pain
we love rap music
Listen, uh we got a caller on line one
caller what's your problem:
Hello, I'm on the radio with T-Pain
(how's it goin, yea)
It ain't goin good
my girl ain't doin her thangs she used to do
and oh...i got just what you need
Brand new Chris Brown, T-Pain
You heard it hear first Nappy Boy Radio
We love you..

Hey...
She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
that kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
they wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
because she mine, and so fine
and thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
that kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
they wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
because she mine, and so fine
thick as can be

I'm a country boy from Tappahannock (aaooo)
VA is where I reside
so shawty understand it (aaooo)
and I know i just turned 18
and I get a little manish (aaooo)
and you see the bandana hangin
that means I'm like a bandit
like-like a bandit-bandit
(aawwww, ruff)
I got paper girl (ruff)
the Lamborghini (ruff)
with the spider seats (ruff)
you neva seen it (aaooo)
So get it shawty
we parkin lot, dippin in my dome
and I know what you want

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
that kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
they wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
because she mine, and so fine
thick as can be

She want that lovey dovey (lovey dovey)
that kiss kiss (kiss kiss)
In her mind she fantasize bout gettin wit me
They hatin on me (hatin on me)
they wanna diss diss (kiss kiss)
because she mine, and so fine
thick as can be

[Lil Jon talking]
What, hey hey, it the kings of crunk
Bitch (bitch), Lil Jon (Lil Jon), Lil Bo (Lil Bo), Big Sam (Big Sam), hey
(hey),
This shit right here for everybody that's proud of the motherfuckin city
(yeah)
you proud of your mothafuckin' neighborhood (yeah) shit! (shit!)

[Chorus:]
Let's go,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, East side nigga,
Ohh What's the click that you represent, West side nigga,
Ohh what's this shit that you throwin' up, North side nigga,
Ohh what's the click that you represent, South side nigga.

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Verse]
Wonderin' who am I, I'm bo hagon BME representer heaven sent a nigga who enter
this cold as the winter,
step away from the top, step away from the block, step away from shootin' or
gettin shot, bitch nigga
fuck that you buck we buck back, what you think we cut slack for some kind of
tough cat,
just cause some nigga was dead, with the head leakin out, pink and red leakin
out, now them feds sneakin out, nigga fuck it, we'll hop in the bucket and haul
ass, you was mad cous I seen you was
we'll hop in the bucket and haul ass, you a snake cause I seen you was creepin'
in tall grass,
I bust em all fast repeatedly, and heatedly tryed to make that
mothafucker leave imediately ima pimp I'm a gansta all the above and I'm
worldwide
babygirl show me some love, we gon drank real good and decent bud bo hagon you
don't give a damn
we don't give a fuck.

[Chorus]

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Verse]
You from the south side nigga represent that shit
You from the mid-west nigga represent that shit
You from that east coast nigga represent that shit
You from the west coast nigga represent that shit
Now throw your motherfuckin' click up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' boys up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' squad up high in the sky
Now throw your motherfuckin' sets up high in the sky

Get crunk in this bitch, shake your dreads in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, throw some bows in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, niggas start that shit
Get crunk in this bitch, start pushing and shit
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, run around in this bitch
Get crunk in this bitch, start a mosh pit

[Chorus]

[2x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Lil Jon']
Now bitch niggas straight crunk
Its beena long time for a nigga to act the way
we actin'
I tell you what, its been a long time for a nigga
to act like the way we livin'
Well fuck us, shiat

(Straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk, straight crunk, straight crunk,
straight crunk)

[Verse]
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor
I don't give a fuck nigga, I don't give a fuck hoe
If your ass act up, we'll stomp that ass to the floor

Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what
Pussy nigga, what what, pussy nigga, what what
Bitch nigga, what what, bitch nigga, what what

[Chorus]

[3x]
Well get it crunk, mothafucker get crunk,
Ohh get crunk mothafucker get crunk

[Fades out...]

[Intro]

1996, the Disfunctional member of the Alkohaliks family
It's XZIBIT, Bring it live, one time, like this

[Verse One]

Sometimes I wonder if it's all worth my while
Xzibit stay versitile
with Million Dollar lifestyle
and I can feel it as a child growin' up
the niggaz that were real and the niggaz that were scared as fuck
that's why Xzibit only roll with a chosen few
You ain't really real, I can tell when I look at you
So ease off the trigga talk, you ain't killin shit
it's not affecting me or the niggaz that I'm chillin with
I don't believe the hype or buy a Woof ticket
Nigga you make a gang of noise and never seem like a cricket
I guess that's why we never kick it
a lot of niggaz are soft and get tossed tryin to fuck with the liquid
How many niggaz do you know like this?
Also claimin that they're riding but they really turn bitch
It don't make sense
Either you're a soldier from the start
or an actor with a record deal tryin to play the part
like dat

[Chorus:]

It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
EXTRA LARGE
It's a shame
niggaz in the rap game
only for the money and the fame
Paparazzi [2x]

[Verse Two]

I don't need no lights no cameras
just action god dammit
never no superstar
I'm more like a planet
so my composure is kept while others start to sweat
A merchant from the fog with my fucked up dialogue
try to live high on the hog leaves you bankrupt
and niggaz you spent it on, would not give a fuck
now that's deep, how deep, It's deeper than Atlantis
Home of the scandalous
Big Bad Los Angeles
Dangerous, Vandelous
Yo, not to be trusted
so how the fuck is you hard
not being scared by the boulevard
I'm pulling that card and sayin Gin muthafuckar
flowin like liquid, soak it in muthafuckar
I'm breakin it down, my sounds, so crowds are like deaf
from the West
puttin whole counties to the test
it's all in perspective
Breaker one-nine copy
this is for the niggaz gettin caught up in the Paparazzi

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]

Niggaz smoke stress and cross dress
but I just play the back
others going through schemes and pipe dreams
for a contract
real tightly rolled, fuck 'em all how I feel
I made a cool half mil
before I had a record deal
there for you look and stare like it's magic
too much of anything can make you an addict
when devils be startin static, forgot the automatic
I set it off straight, I spread hate, then I vacate, but wait
who dare to cross this path
yo, I do ya like math
cut with glass, make a blood bath
so on behalf of all niggaz I get drunk with
smoke a lot of blunts with
I dispose of your punk shit
keep it all in perspective
Carbon Copies gettin caught up in the Paparazzi

[Chorus]

Opener - Jelly Roll

Yeaaah
See I was dippin' thru the city with a big ol (pistol)
Checkin' out these ni*gas in the range (rover)
I've been smokin', drinkin' and I'm kinda tipsssy (yeeah)
Lookin' thru my rearview they followin' me (huuh)
I wonder why the f**k are they are followin' me (huuh)
I see them ni*gas creepin' 2 cars behind me (hmmm)
You'll never catch me slippin' just me and my (piece)
You must be smokin' if you think Ima call the (police)

Verse 1 - Xzibit

I'm a beast, still got'em creased
Still got my converse stompin' down the concrete (yeeeeaaaaah)
Black and blue Bugatti this is strong arm robbery, you can't deny me
My garage a mirage, a collage of chrome
I look alive with the 9 when I leave my home
Been on tour in Japan, been relaxed in Rome
This is grown man buziness, recognize the tone
If I don't recognize the number, I won't answer my phone
Rockin' every area code, still stay in my zone
I don't play no f**kin' games now, b*tch I'm grown
Now crack your f**kin' neck to this sh*t I'm on
(yeeeeah)

Chorus

64 chromed out rag top (rollin')
Get your weight up cause X can't stop (rollin')
Ni*gas thought it was over but X came back (rollin')
I've got my own sack to roll so I'm rollin'

Verse 2

My release bang thru the streets
We hang like orangutans, mangle the beat
Ni*gas hatin' gravitatin' to the lies that they tell
My reality takin' over where that fiction fails
What the hell, might as well show the cards I'm holdin'
Sweet taste aromatic backwood (rollin')
Got the Range Rover super charged, complete with the strut kit
My chain hang to my dang-a-lang, what tha f**k b*tch
Boomerang my change, I re-arrange some thangs
My slang clip bang and expose they brains
Then I pray... Our Father who art in Heaven
Got people jumpin' out the building like 9-11 (person falling)
Malcolm X to the Z landin' on em like Plymouth Rock
You get knocked out, get socked in your f**kin' mouth
Now everybody knows the buziness, you want it, come get it
But if you rollin' throw it up and let me know that you wit it

Chorus - 2 x's

Verse 3

I repeat my name over beats
Binge on the finer things, you cringe in defeat
Escalation elevation to another plateau
Sometimes you take a few steps back to mentally grow
Here we go what you know campaign in motion
Straight west coast in west worldwide (rollin')
Got that Astin Martin, DB 9 equipped with a stash box
In case I ever find myself alone in a tight spot
Strip down my frame repave my lane insanewith my ink pen Citzen Kane
Don't complain when the chamber slide back and bang
Make it taste like sh*t when you sayin' my name
It's the Golden State heavyweight holding the belt
I'm a one (man) army ya'll, I don't need no help
This is the (pistol) I use to protect myself
Careful these hammerhead hollow points is bad for your health my nig

Chorus - 2 x's

Opener - fades with (police, police, police)

Heavy drums
Chant - "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo"
Drums
Clapping

(Hook)

Concentrate (said 8 x's)

(Verse 1)

Meditate, levitate
Greetings from the Golden State
Mr X to tha Z
Concentrate, come walk with me
Your sh*t sound so awkwardly
I don't rhyme just stomp down beats
Real estate, section 8
Which one would you rather take?
Concentrate, move that weight
Show me how you regulate
Hold up, wait, that sh*ts fake
Get these ni*gas up out my face
Shake the room, bend the spoon
Turn this up, now stay in tune
Hypnotized by the way she moves
Take your time, you might arrive too soon
HAHAHAHA

(Hook)

Concentrate (said 8 x's along w/ "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo")

(Chorus)

Bring that back
What is that
Oh my Lord, she got back
So precise
So intact
Oh my God
Who is that?

(Verse 2)

Hibernate, consumate
Man was made to procreate
My estate generates
As if my family name was Gates
Days of grace, lift big plates
Why be good , ni*ga go be great
Hit the brakes
Crack them crates
Have you on the run going state to state
Concentrate, demonstrate
Mind over mayhem, no mistakes
Lift some weights, eat some steaks
But you really don't want that face to face
But let's relax, Check your traps
Don't let your concentration snap
I love the way she arch her back
Like how muthaf**kahs suppose to handle that! (haaaah)

(Hook)

Concentrate (8 x's w/ "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo")

(Chorus)

Bring that back
What is that
Oh my Lord, she got back
So precise
So intact
Oh my God
Who is that

(Verse 3)

Breathe control
Touch your soul
Just maintain, don't loose control
Participate, congratulate
Cause everything else be seen as hate
Remain in place, the same mind state
Get off your ass and celebrate
Congregate, associate
Don't f**k yourself procrastinate
Dialate to an all time great
Calculate the next move I make
Crack the safe , keep that ace
In my waistband just in case
I'm no rat, can't run your race
Not too good, don't fit my taste
I love that way she make that shake (wooo)
Makin' it hard to concentrate

(Chorus)

Bring that back
What is that
Oh my Lord, she got back
So precise
So intact
Oh my Lord
Who is that

(Hook)

Concentrate (8 x's w/ "Nam Myoho Renge Kyo")

Beats
Drums/claps
Synth music
"Nam Myoho Renge Kyo" (to close)