<33 (playgirl04) wrote,
<33
playgirl04

...............SoNgZ of Da DaY.................

Alicia Keys
How Come You Don't Call Me

But all I wanna know baby is
If what we had was good…
I keep your picture beside my bed
And I still remember everything you said
I always thought our love was so right I guess I was wrong
Always thought you’d by my side papa now you’re gone
(And I’m not tryna hear that shit)

All I wanna know is baby
If what we had was good
How come you don’t call me anymore?

Still light the fire on a rainy night
Still I compare to when you’re holding me tight
Everybody say
Everybody say that we should never part
Tell me baby baby baby why
Why you wanna go and break my heart?

All I wanna know is baby
If what we had was good
How come you don’t call me anymore?

Sometimes it feels like I’m gonna die
If you dont call me Papa
Oh, you gotta try
I get down on my knees
Hoping you’d please, please come home
Oooh won’t you call me sometime Papa

Why on Earth
Can’t you just pick up the phone?
You know I don’t like to be alone
How come you don’t call me?
How come you don’t call me




Artist: Naughty By Nature f/ 3LW
Song: Feels Good




(3LW)
Ohh...take money...

(Treach)
Oh where's my kitty kat, where's my kitty kat at
Welcome to our party, sexy little shorties
Written on your hit and licking lot from my Bacardi
Rub it on my body, kiss and twist and barley
Ask da damn dadda der, do dat song, while I ooh-ah, ooh-ah
How I do that so long? On the DL world baby
Swellin' dub crazy, DJ rewind that Naughty with that 3L-Dub baby
I move simple, just as sooth mix'll move gentle
I give ya mother-mm-mm, goose pimples
Ain't the last brother passed over
I be the master of the E or that cab punch a back brother
N..A..U..G..H-T..Y......B..Y...Na, Na, Na, Nature, not cuz I hate ya
Master the matress, flip, I go backwards, a little kiss on your cheek
Will make you back with the Treach, it...

(Chorus)
It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit it
Bout the beat baby, drop wit it
And don't worry bout a damn thing
It feels good to ya
Let me see how you rock wit it
Do your thing, come close wit it
And don't worry bout a damn thing
It feels good...

(Vinnie)
Hey, ever since back in the day
From O.P.P. down to Hip Hop Hooray
Who invented party anthems that ease stress away?
You got drama, never mind that
Naughty by Nature, 3L-Dub on star tracks
We got that flavor that make your hands clap, toes tap
And cross the culture on the generation age gap, never can you fade that
We make your body like, rock to this
Everybody's block parties gonna walk to this
To the family is a number one
And all those haters who ain't thinking we still having fun
Better throw your towel in son,
How many years have we proved we can do this?
How many people we inspired to pursue this?
Well if you wanna test the man to the truth is,
Naughty by Nature makes that Feel Good music

(Chorus)

(Treach)
Dang, Dang, I don't wanna go to the party
ain't a party if it ain't...Naughty
Body to body dance...Naughty
Oh lordie, its IIcon and Naughty
Its the groove move more of us hate
C'mon and stroll with us
When everybody smiles it makes the whole day glorious
Slide left, slide right, throw your hands high, I know thats right!
The I strong, we ride strong, double IIcons
You wanna stop perimeter, let by-gones be by-gones
Slide left, slide right, lets just find out, why let me find out?
Ooh-ah Ooh-ah, outdoor with indo'
Heyyy-yo, drop the keys out the window
We got the molly, with my yardies we partying,
Cuz after the party its the after-party

(Chorus)

(3LW)
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey)
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands (Hey, Hey)
Feels good, feels good, baby clap your hands
Hey, don't worry bout a damn thang

It feels good to ya,
Rock wit it,
Drop wit it,
And don't worry bout a damn thing

It feels good to ya
Rock wit it,
Come close wit it,
And don't worry bout a damn thing

(Chorus)



R. Kelly & Jay-Z -
Take You Home With Me



Uh
Uh-uh
Kel’
Young


Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me


Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home


She get it from here mama
You can’t tie a sweater over that a** or hide it in
pajamas
We laid back blowin’ ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV
(Hov’) I crept up behind her
Mami fought like a quarterback, I caught that like
Rice
I call mami Montana, bandana, tied her hands up
This is gangster love
You want a rap CD, we gangster f***
This ain’t R&B school, I ain’t a R&B dude
Poured a glass of Ami, got mami in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the Moulin Rouge
I think I might wife her
You know powder blue Roc-A-Wear suite, white Niked up
Add mami to decipher
R-O-C would like her, the game motherf***er


Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me


Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home


Uh-huh, I’ll make you hotter than the next b****
No need for you to ever sweat the next b****
With speed I’ll make the next b**** to the exit,
indeed
Gotta know you’re thoroughly respected, why me
You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive
You get your own 2002, shoot the ride
Keep your a** tight on Versace
That’s why you gotta watch your friends, you gotta
watch me
They connive with you


See, I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I know you don’t do this for everybody-ody-ody
But everybody ain;t as h**** as me
And your body’s callin’ me


See, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you (Said your body’s callin’ me)


See, you know you got body-ody-ody (Oh, yeah)
Where you get your little body-ody-ody (Somebody’s
callin’ me)
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you


Girl, I hear you callin’, let’s stop stallin’
Do what we came to do
Girl, I hear you callin’, let’s stop stallin’
Baby, I want you


Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me


Girl, you know you got body-ody-ody
Where you get your little body-ody-ody
I just wanna freak your body-ody-ody
I just wanna take you home with me
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