DJ BrimstonexDark Asylum's blog: "A compilation of my favorite song lyrics"

This song speaks so much to me. . . boys really need to pay attention to this song. Never know when a girl might turn this shit on you. You can dig cash like em' Fast like em' Girl you outta act like ya dig (What I'm talkin' bout') Security codes on everything Vibrate so your phone don't ever ring (Joint Account) And another one he don't know about [Hook] Wish we could switch up the roles And I could be that... Tell you I love you But when you call I never get back Would you ask them questions like me?... Like where you be at? Cause I'm out 4 in the morning On the corna roll'n Do'n my own thing Ohh [Chorus] What if I? Had a thing on the side? Made ya cry? Would the rules change up? Or would they still apply? If I played you like a toy? Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy Can't be get'n mad! What You Mad? Can't Handle that! Can't be get'n mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! [Verse: 2] Girl go head and be... (Just Like Em') Go run the streets (Just Like Em') come home late say sleep like em' Creep like em' Front with ya friends Act hard when you're with em' like em' (What) Keep a straight face when ya tell a lie Always keep an anti-alibi (Keep Him In The Dark) What he don't know won't break his heart [Hook] Wish we could switch up the roles And I could be that... Tell you I love you But when you call I never get back Would you ask them questions like me?... Like where you be at? Cause I'm out 4 in the morning On the corna roll'n Do'n my own thing Yeah [Chorus] What if I? Had a thing on the side? Made ya cry? Would the rules change up? Or would they still apply? If I played you like a toy? Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy Can't be get'n mad! What You Mad? Can't Handle that! Can't be get'n mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! Can't be get'n mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! Can't be get'n mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! [Bridge] If I was always gone With the sun get'n home (Would Ya Like That?) Told you I was with my crew When I knew it wasn't true (Would Ya Like That?) If I act like you Walk A mile off in yo shoes (Would Ya Like That?) I'm mess'n with your head again Dose of your own medicine [Chorus] What if I? Had a thing on the side? Made ya cry? Would the rules change up? Or would they still apply? If I played you like a toy? Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy Can't be get'n mad! What You Mad? Can't Handle that! Can't be get'n mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! Can't be get'n mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! Can't be get'n mad! What you mad? Can't handle that! If I played you... Would yo like that? Had friends... Would you like that? Nother car? Would you like that? Hell naw You wouldn't like that No! What if I made ya cry! Would they still apply! What if I... If I played you like a toy Sometimes I wish I could act like a boy!

Hehe cute twist on the song!! Can't touch this (x2) Can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2) My-my-my-my music hits me so hard makes me say oh my Lord Thank you for blessing me with a mind to rhyme and two hyped feet It feels good when you know you're down A superdope homeboy from the Oaktown And I'm known as such And this is a beat uh u can't touch I told you homeboy u can't touch this Yeah that's how we're livin' and you know u can't touch this Look in my eyes man u can't touch this You know let me bust the funky lyrics u can't touch this Fresh new kicks and pants You got it like that now you know you wanna dance So move out of your seat And get a fly girl and catch this beat While it's rollin' hold on pump a little bit And let me know it's going on like that like that Cold on a mission so pull on back Let 'em know that you're too much And this is a beat uh u can't touch Yo I told you u can't touch this Why you standing there man u can't touch this Yo sound the bells school is in sucker u can't touch this Give me a song or rhythm Making 'em sweat that's what I'm giving 'em Now they know when you talk about the Hammer You talk about a show that's hyped and tight Singers are sweatin' so pass them a mic Or a tape to learn what it's gonna take And now he's gonna burn The charts legit either work hard Or you might as well quit That's word because you know U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2) Break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh oh-oh) (x4) Stop Hammer time Go with the flow in a spin if you can't move to this Then you probably are dead So wave your hands in the air Bust throught the moves run your fingers through your hair This is it for a winner Dance to this and you're gonna get thinner Move slide your rump Just for a minute let's all do the bump Bump bump bump yeah U can't touch this Look man u can't touch this You'll probably get hyped boy 'Cause you know you can't u can't touch this Ring the bell school's back in break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x4) Stop Hammer time (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2) (Oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh oh-oh) (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) u can't touch this (x3) (Oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) break it down (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh) (x2) Stop Hammer time Every time you see me that Hammer's just so hype I'm dope on the floor and I'm magic on the mic Now why would I ever stop doing this With others makin' records that just don't hit I toured around the world from London to the BAY It's Hammer go Hammer mc hammer yo hammer and the rest can go and play U can't touch this (oh-oh oh oh oh-oh-oh) (x2) U can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh) Yeah u can't touch this I told you u can't touch this (oh-oh oh-oh-oh) Too hype can't touch this Get me outta here u can't touch this (Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh)

One of my favorite songs!!!! Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all You're sick of feeling numb You're not the only one I'll take you by the hand And I'll show you a world that you can understand This life is filled with hurt When happiness doesn't work Trust me and take my hand When the lights go out you will understand Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Anger and agony Are better than misery Trust me I've got a plan When the lights go off you will understand Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing Rather feel pain I know (I know I know I know I know) That you're wounded You know (You know you know you know you know) That I'm here to save you You know (You know you know you know you know) I'm always here for you I know (I know I know I know I know) That you'll thank me later Pain, without love Pain, can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Pain, without love Pain, I can't get enough Pain, I like it rough 'Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain than nothing at all Rather feel pain

Awesome twist!! 3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 2x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) Shortie crunk so fresh so clean can she fuck that Question been harassing me in the mind this bitch is fine I done came to the club about 50 11 times now can I play with yo Panty line the club owner said I need to calm down security guard go to sweating Me now nigga drunk then a motherfucker threaten me now She getting crunk in the club I mean she work Then I like to see the female twerking taking the clothes off fucken naked ATL. Hoe don't disrespect it Pa pop yo pussy like this cause yin yang twins in this b i itch Lil Jon and the East side boys wit me and we all like to see Ass and tities Now bring yo ass over here hoe and let me see you get low if you want this Thug Now take it to the floor (to the floor) and if yo ass wanta act you can keep yo ass where you at 3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 2x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you Let me see you get low you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass to the floor you scared you, scared you Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Drop dat ass ya shake it fast ya Pop dat ass to the left and the right ya Now back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up a back,back,back it up Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it Now stop ( O) then wiggle wit it 3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 2x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) Now give me my doe back and go get ya friend Stupid bitch standing there while I'm drinking my hen Steady looking at me Still asking questions Times up nigga pass me another contestant Hoe move to the left if you ain't bout 50 Done talk through 3 or 4 songs already looking at a nigga with yo palm out bitch I ain't even seen you dance Twerk something baby work something baby Pop yo pussy on the pole do yo thang baby Slide down dat bitch a little bit then stop Get back on the floor catch yo balance then drop Now bring it back up clap yo ass like hands I just wanna see yo ass dirty dance yin yang we done again And put it on the map like annnnn 3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 2x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drop down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) Got dam (Got dam) ya ya'll twerking a little bit ladies But ya got to twerk a little bit harder then dat now right now I need all the ladies dat know they look good tonite (where my sexy ladies) we want ya'll to do this shit like this Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) Bend over to the front touch toes back dat ass up and down and get low (get low) 3,6,9 damn she fine hopin she can sock it to me one mo time Get low, Get low 2x To the window, to the wall, (to dat wall) To the sweat drip down my balls (MY BALLS) To all these bitches crawl (crawl) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam) To all skeet skeet motherfucker (motherfucker!) all skeet skeet got dam (Got dam)

Here's an interesting twist to an awesome song!!! Ludacris Trina --------------------------------------- b alright b r right be alright b all right --------------------------------------- "B R Right" (feat. Ludacris) [trina:] i want my ass smacked [luda:] legs wide [trina:] front back [luda:] side to side [trina:] pussy wet [luda:] slip n slide [luda:] yep everythin gon be alright [trina:] ass smaked legs wide [trina:] front back [luda:] side to side [trina:] pussy wet [luda:] slip n slide [luda:] yep everythin gon be alright [TRINA] wait bitch, imma blow my kisses, get pist and throw my dishes, yall niggas know jus who this is, woo woo, and the head so vicious. with me, this shit gon cost, you short? then thas yo lost, you know this ass is soft, make a nigga goto breakin off. tell me that you love me baby, get high and fuck me crazy, get a towel and wipe me off, you want a bitch wit no type of flaws. my gurls be shoppin hard, these hoes be buyin cars, in the club buyin bars, nipples hard in designer bras from the niggas who gettin chese, throw back in the crispy g's, moet? Criss on freeze, laugh at the tab, cause this on me. me and luda in the cut supreme, doin things jus to touch the creme, so many names wana fuck the queen, i live a life like its jus a dream. [CHORUS] [LUDA] get it right beother, jump, gimme the beat then imma make it bump, tell em wutcha wana hear, damn, lets get cam, trouble witcha man, imma pop my trunk. you aint seen no chicks like mine, you aint seen no flicks like mine, bet i make you cum next to the subwoofers and my 6x9's. tell me that you like it raw, tell me that my dick is MUAH!!! i might make you famous, and buy you watches by Maurice Lacroix tell me if its new or old, tell me if its hot or cold, let me know if its black & bold, say ludacris 6 million sold. see i aint got no time for games, and i aint got no times for lames, how you lovin my southern slang, ooo eee walla walla bing bang. so anytime you need me call, winter, summer, spring, or fall it doesnt matter come one come all, either get dropped or drop them draws. [CHORUS] [TRINA] diamond, princess, just mind, your buisness, these rumors, are senseless, your whispers, are endless. we livin ghetto fab, we spendin hella cash, this girl is hella bad, your choice is trailer trash. too much, taste for whores, you seen me grace the source your watched me work, the vibe bitches, i works for mine. one time, for these divas, two times, for these visas, third time i come im breezin, the ice...just keeps on freezin. hold up imma keep it goin, back to back imma keep on blowin platinum plaques, keepin it up, wet sex, keepin it good. look girl, you dont know my angle, a hundred thou with a platinum bengal, my niggas'll slow your roll, pussy power, we in control. [CHROUS] yea, thas right....im back again...round two mother fuckers. thas rite im talkin greece. im a arrogant lil mother fucker huh? thas rite im rich, im that bitch, thas rite. im about show yall how to pimp this shit. im fuckin niggas in the face, the game is mine 2003, fuck that. fuck all yall haters, fuck all yall bitches, get a life. you got too much time on your hands. i want yall bitches to get a job, up your game. pimp your game up baby, its all about me this time, fuck that. fuck a dime, im a silva dolla, holla. catch me when i come off tour, fuck yall. im out.

oooh you gonna take me home tonight. oooh, down beside that red firelight; oooh you gonna let it all hang out. Fat bottomed girls, You make the rockin' world go round. Hey I was just a skinny lad Never knew no good from bad, But I knew life before I left my nursery, Left alone with big fat Fanny, She was such a naughty nanny! Hey big woman you made a bad boy out of me! Hey, hey! I've been singing with my band Across the wire, across the land, I seen ev'ry blue eyed floozy on the way, hey But their beauty and their style Wear kind of smooth after a while. Take me to them lardy ladies every time! (C'mon) Oh won't you take me home tonight? Oh down beside your red firelight, Oh and you give it all you got Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round Hey listen here, Now I got mortgages on homes I got stiffness in my bones Ain't no beauty queens in this locality. (I tell ya!) Oh, but I still get my pleasure Still got my greatest treasure. Heap big woman you done made a big man out-of me! Now get this! Oh, (i know),you gonna take me home tonight (please) oh, down beside that red firelight Oh, you gonna let it all hang out Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round *(yeah)* Fat bottomed girls you make the rockin' world go round GET ON YOUR BIKES AND RIDE! Oooh yeah oh yeah them fat bottomed girls Fat bottomed girls Yeah yeah yeah all right ride 'em cowboy Fat bottomed girls Yes yes

This song is something that just explains mine and my cousin's life so well. Its freakin' ridiculous how a song can just match your life and personality so well! [Chorus] They see me rollin They hatin Patrolling they tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty My music so loud I'm swangin They hopin that they gon catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty Tryin to catch me ridin dirty [Verse 1 - Chamillionaire] Police think they can see me lean I'm tint so it ain't easy to be seen When you see me ride by they can see the glean And my shine on the deck and the TV screen Ride with a new chick, she like hold up Next to the playstation controller is a full clip and my pistola Turn a jacker into a coma Girl you ain't know, I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone Just tryin to bone ain't tryin to have no babies Rock clean itself so I pull in ladies Laws of patrolling you know they hate me Music turned all the way up until the maximum I can speak for some niggas tryin to jack for some But we packin somethin that we have and um will have a nigga locked up in the maximum Security cell, I'm grippin oak Music loud and tippin slow Twist and twistin like hit this dough Pull up from behind and is in his throat Windows down gotta stop pollution CDs change niggas like who is that producing? This the Play-N-Skillz when we out and cruisin Got warrants in every city except Houston but I'm still ain't losin [Chorus] [Verse 2 - Krayzie Bone] I been drinkin and smokin holdin shit cause a brother can't focus I gotta get to home 'fore the po po's scope this big ol Excursion swerving all up in the curve man Nigga been sippin on that Hennessey and the gin again is in again we in the wind Doin a hundred while I puff on the blunt And rollin another one up, we livin like we ain't givin a fuck I got a revolver in my right hand, 40 oz on my lap freezing my balls Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all Comin pretty deep, me and my do-jo I gotta get back to backstreets Wanted by the six pound and I got heat glock glock shots to the block we creep creep Pop Pop hope cops don't see me, on a low key With no regards for the law we dodge em like fuck em all But I won't get caught up and brought up on charges for none of y'all Keep a gun in car, and a blunt to spark, but well if you want, nigga you poppin dark Ready or not we bust shots off in the air Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire [Chorus] [Verse 3 - Chamillionaire] Do what you thinkin so, I tried to let you go Turn up a blink of light and I swang it slower A nigga upset for sure cause they think they know that they catchin me with plenty of the drink and dro So they get behind me tryin to check my tags, look at my rearview and they smilin Thinkin they'll catch me on the wrong well keep tryin Cause they denyin is racial profiling Houston, TX you can check my tags Pull me over try to check my slab Glove compartment gotta get my cash Cause the crooked cops try to come up fast And been a baller that I am I talk to them, giving a damn bout not feeling my attitude When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty bet you'll be leavin with an even madder mood I'mma laugh at you then I'mma have to cruise I'm in number two on some more DJ Screw You can't arrest me plus you can't sue This a message to the laws tellin them WE HATE YOU I can't be touched or tell 'em that they shoulda known Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome Bookin' my phone, tryin' to find a chick I wanna bone Like they couldn't stop me I'mma 'bout to pull up at your home and it's on [Chorus 2x]

This song is probably in the category *one of the greatest ever* on my music preference list. My friend Josh and I used to roll to this song. We still love it to this day even though we don't hang anymore cuz of his girl. Now,um,usually I dont do this but uh.... Go head' on and break em off wit a lil' preview of the remix.... No I'm not tryin to be rude, But hey pretty girl I'm feelin you The way you do the things you do Remind me of my Lexus coup Thats why im all up in yo grill Tryina get you to a hotel You must be a football coach The way you got me playin the field So baby gimme that toot toot Lemme give you that beep beep Runnin her hands through my 'fro Bouncin on 24's While they say on the radio... It's the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin that body got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Bounce Now it's like murder she wrote Once I get you out them clothes Privacy is on the door Still they can hear you screamin more Girl I'm feelin what you feelin No more hopin and wishin I'm bout to take my key and Stick it in the ignition So baby gimme that toot toot Lemme give you that beep beep Runnin her hands through my 'fro Bouncin on 24's While they say on the radio... This is the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin that body Got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum I'm like so what i'm drunk It's the freakin weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun Crystall poppin in the stretch Navigator We got food every where As if the party was catored We got fellas to my left Hunnies on my right We bring em both together we got junkin all night Then after the show its the (after party) And after the party its the (hotel lobby) And round about 4 you gotta (clear the lobby) Then head take it to the room and freak somebody Can I get a toot toot Can I get a beep beep Runnin her hands through my 'fro Bouncin on 24's While they say on the radio... This is the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin that body Got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun This is the remix to ignition Hot and fresh out the kitchen Mama rollin that body Got every man in here wishin Sippin on coke and rum I'm like so what I'm drunk It's the freakin weekend baby I'm about to have me some fun Girl we off in this jeep Foggin windows up Blastin the radio In the back of my truck Bouncin up and down Stroke it round and round To the remix We just thuggin it out...