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1. _ Intro
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2. _ Interlude
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3. _ Victory Lap
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4. _ One Night
Yo it goes tellin' hoes bobbin Saturday 3'o clock on Melrose shoppin
Six pm flight for more club hoppin'
Landing at H town, damn they got it poppin' the whole party rockin'
If the young dude know how we come through one night in town
And we only got one room presidential suite baby girl with the front view
Forget about your friends ma I'm talkin' to you
Said the way you move
Girl you puttin' it down
Got me stuck in the zone I can't leave her alone I gotta have her around
See I don't know about you
Girl you turnin' me on
Gotta nigga like hold up wait a minute stop (it's all on you?)
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Would you be my lover (for one night)
I just wanna hold you (for one night)
I don't wanna tease you, promise I'm a please you if you let me hold you
For one night
Would you be my lover (for one night)
I just wanna hold you (for one night)
Gotta nigga like hold up wait a minute stop (it's all on you)
So what you want me to do I'm doing all I possibly can
Ma I been at the airport waitin' on stand by
All this just to catch a plane out to NY and lay yo ass down for one night
You know what I live like yea, the man chin, the coop
You should've known I could never settle down with you until I see you
In Atlanta when my mail sent through I got twenty four hours for you
Said the way you move
Girl you puttin' it down
Got me stuck in the zone I can't leave her alone I gotta have her around
See I don't know about you
Girl you turnin' me on
Gotta nigga like hold up wait a minute stop (it's all on you?)
[Chorus:]
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5. _ Sexy Can I
Sexy can I
Yeah, yeahhh
All we wanna know is...
(Sexy can I)
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Sexy can I, just pardon my manners
Girl how you shake it, got ta play it like (ohhhh)
It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera
All I wanna know is, sexy can I
Sexy can I, hit it from the front
Then I hit it from the back
Know you like it like that
Then we take it to the bed, then we take it to the floor
Then we chill for a second, then we shake that ass some more
Sexy can I, just pardon my manners
Girl how you shake it, got player it like (ohhhh)
It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera
All I wanna know is, sexy can I
What up lil mama, it's ya boy Youngin'
G5 dipped in Louis Vuitton luggage (ay)
Gotta love it, ya boy so fly
All the ladies go (ohhh) when a lot go by
Gucci on her feet, Marc Jacob on her thigh
She wanna ride or die with ya boy in the Chi
That's right, so I let her kiss the prince
Her boyfriend, she ain't missed him since
Sexy can I, just pardon my manners
Girl how you shake it, got ta play it like (ohhhh)
It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera
All I wanna know is, sexy can I
Sexy can I, keep it on the low
Got a girl at the crib, we can take it to the mo-mo
You can bring a friend, or you can ride solo
Let me get my camera, so we can take a photo
(ohh, ohh, ohh) Now go shawty, go shawty
Baby when we make love it's like, (Oh, ohh, ohh)
(I don't know what your man is like but baby all I want to know is...sexy can I
Sexy can I, visit you at work
While you sliding down the pole
No panties, no shirt
Then you climb back up the pole
Then you drop and do the splits
How you make that booty talk
Baby damn, you is da shit
(Oh, ohh, ohh) Now go shawty, go shawty
I make it rain in the club like (Oh, ohh, ohh)
(I don't know what your man is like but baby all I want to know is...Sexy can I
Sexy can I, just pardon my manners
Girl how you shake it, got ta play it like (ohhhh)
It's a Kodak moment, let me go and get my camera
All I wanna no is, sexy can I
I don't care who's ya boy hittin', or who Ray Nella
So when I give it to her, I know that she ain't tellin'
See I'm a go getta and she a go getta
You already know she...
(Sexy can I)
Sexy can I send for you red-eye
Fresh out the pool no towel
Just let it air dry
And if you ain't fuckin' tonight
Man you can watch that tour bus go by
[Chorus:]
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6. _ Sexy Lady
Uh yea I swear this album is crazy
Do our dance with us
Get your lean on shorty bring it back
Go get your lean on shorty bring it back
Get your lean on shoroty bring it back
Get your lean on shorty bring it back
Come on
[Chorus]
Hey sexy lady
It was nice to know you
But I got to move on
Hey sexy lady
It was nice to know you
But I got to move on
Hey sexy lady
Oh, and damn right baby girls a diva
But everytime she out with me she be going reefa
In the coupe looking better than a Mona Lisa
Tuning into my songs thinking about features
She know her little n**** spit ether
And them grown dudes really dont know how to treat her
So she rock with me and I roll with her
Cuz I'm a d boy and she's a go getta
This new girl that I'm poofing on
Gotta young boy thinking about moving on
She got her Louis Vuitton bag and the shoes on
Wanna take her to the Tel-e
See a n**** need more than one
I bought the rows outside lk rep and ron
And rolled up the blunt yea full of bubble gum
Yung Berg is here yea we got another one
[Chorus]
Yea and damn right baby girl the s***
She love it when I throw it deep like Micheal Vick
I love it cuz she know the youngins don't
She know the kid hit the lab though and write a hit
Uh and ain't no denying it nope
She want it she can have it why cuz I'm buying it
The boss boy gotta ride with tha flyest b****
And she the truth if I'm lying then I'm dying man
This other chick that I'm gabbin here
She a good look that's why we always hot in here
And now like leeatkatawna were in Chi-Town we straight to Benihanas
And how she doing man she get it popping damn
Three hours and we both kept on our prada's
I had my lofers she was in them heels
Berg in YB's heels
[Chorus]
Get your lean on shorty bring it back
Go get your lean on shorty bring it back
Ah get your lean on shoroty bring it back
Get your lean on shorty bring it back
Come on
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7. _ Manager
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend, lemme manage ya
Yeah, these girls like me 'cause I show 'em somethin' icy
Roll somethin' nicely
Make her wanna have a seed, hope her son looks like me
Uh, can't imagine the things that I'm fightin'
Collipark on the drums, I know you gon' like it
Chi-Town swag wit a A-Town bounce
Mix in all in together watch a hit drop out
See we started from the kitchen, from the bed
To the couch
Gave her forty five minutes I was in
Then I'm out
See my mama say I'm lucky
The hood say they love me
These girls (hate the part how I) put no one above me
See now I'm livin' lovely
My girl gotta buddy
But she be trippin' out because her girls wanna fuck me
And now we pullin' up, see
Me and the boy Lloyd
Redbone (Girls)
Lambourghini (Toys)
Take it to tha flo, 'cause I know how to handle ya
I don't wanna be ya man I wanna be ya manager
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Kno I'm hot, let the top down if you burnin' up
Speakers knockin' the block down wen we pullin' up
I see you movin' around on the dance floor
Baby watcha doin' here watcha mad for
Shawty you jus' don't know what you do to me
Gotta playa open hopin' you don't make a fool of me
Ya picture frame belongs inside of my camera
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya (she make me wanna say)
Ooooh ooh oooh
Ooooh ooh oooh
Ooohohoohh, ohh
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
Ooooh oooh oooh ohh
Ooooh oooh oooh ohhh
Ohhh ohhh ohh
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
(You know you want to)
Yeah, it go shawty lemme manage ya
I know how to handle ya
Forget about your boyfriend Mami he's a amateur
There go the paparazzi smile for the camera (ahh)
Say cheese and throw up the YB'z (YB'z)
Body picture perfect
I know how to work it
Only for a small fee 'cause your managed by me
Started wit (rosade?) then took it to Don P
Ran outta Don P so we vous (vecliz??)
See them otha dudes lose 'cause they ain't smooth like me
They don't coordinate the jewels wit the shoes like me
True Religion Jeans wit a v-neck fee
Make ya best friend say she want a dude like me (Like Meeee)
So we took em both to the beach (to the beach)
Me and the boy Lloyd (boy Lloyd) threw em on Jet Skis (Skiiiis)
Then to the suite cause I know how to handle ya
I don't wanna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
[Chorus:]
Ooooh ooh oooooh
Ooooh ooh oooooh
Ooohoohoohh, ohh
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
Oooh oooh oooh ohh
Oooh oooh oooh ohhh
Ohhh ohhh ohh
I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya
Although I've git bad for ya (it's ya boy Berg)
I hope you understand that (Lloyd)
I can be ya manager (I ain't tryna be ya boyfriend lemme manage ya)
But I can't be yo maaan, nooo
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8. _ Outerspace
Oh my friend
We have spent
So much time looking for someone to blame
'Cause were the same
The jealous games
Take up time we could spend on other things
Oh my friend
If it ends
Let us go and then not look back again
We can't be
You and me
Taken' ourselves much too seriously
But out in space
A million miners work upon
The night's cold face
But all I see is black
And all the stars look back
At me
Oh my friend
What a friend
I'd have thought you'd have stayed here till the end
I take a bow
Draw the crowd
We're just words in the sand at high tide
But out in space
A million miners work upon
The night's cold face
But all I see is black
And all the stars look back
And I'm leaving
Oh my friend
We should spend
Some more time looking from the other end
'Cause we would see
So clearly
We'd blame ourselves as much as we'd blame weed
We'd blame ourselves as much as we'd blame weed
We'd blame ourselves
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9. _ If You Only Knew
Yung Berg
Casha
Let's go
[Chorus:
So many times
You and I
Makin' love through the night
The way that you make me feel
From the wrong to the right
All the pain you and I
You know dat I'm down for real
If you(only knew)
If you(only knew)the things you can make me do
If you(only knew)
If you(only knew)
The way dat I feel for you
It goes fresher than whoever
Shawty you a star
Must of fell straight from heaven
She landed in my car
Standin' by the bar
Conversation smart
Felt like my first time
Hittin 106th and Park
Back [? ]
Legs super thick
You know the type you can't wait to go spread apart
Had her from the start
Took it to the waist
Where her top came down
For I throw it out of car
And still to this day
I hop into the Guicci man
Records on the radio
Like I'll do anything (for you)
So tell me what am I to do
I know this song changed
So I let this song play(for you)
Yea show cancelled the first season
No Martin no Gena
Yes only Diddy
For you Mami
I'm right here will you need to be
And when I lost you I lost a piece of me
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10. _ Where Do We Go
Where do we go from here
Now that all of the children are grown up
And I will re-spend my time
Knowing nobody gives us a hand
Aye (Aye)
If yall niggas don't get ya money right
This time you know what sayin'
I'm giving niggas till the end of 07 bout 08
(Where we going)
My bank account goin' have 8 digits that is
Lets go (Lets go)
Nobody gave me nothing
I made 50 of a pack
When I made 100
I ran straight to the block
Bounced back with the work like
(Take it all you need me)
Yes sir
Niggas better get wit the program
I'm fast on a track
But I kill a slow jam
Oh man, god damn
(Take it all you need me)
YB gang thats the new thing
Brand new chain is straight from Hussein
Mo shoes mo cars
(Take it all you need me)
Mo clothes mo brain
Oh yeah
You done seen a few niggas
Wit a yang like me
Never really had dough
And shorty like my
Never rolled around in a drop top V
Like me, like we, YB, thats us
Too fast, too hard
(Take it all you need me)
Young buck, catch up
Yep,
I'ma prime time player
Shorty don't smoke weed
She a high time hater and
Why date her hand
My paper is,
(Take it all you need me)
Few taller than, a skyscraper
Niggas better know how to ride the 101
Big shotgun and I buy another one
And another (and another)
And another (and another)
(Take it all you need me)
Keep going, is you wit it
You ain't got shit to say less you did it
You ain't never came from nothin' and blew wit it
(But) who did it
(Yep) I did it
YB, thats the new
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Where do we go from here
Where do we go from here
(Take it all you need me)
Where we going from here niggas
I know where we going
But where you going
Don't miss the train nigga
Headed straight to the young boss mansion
Southside stand up
Location top of the world
Westside get up K-Town
Twista get em,
Now now
I'm a old g in the city and ya knew one day
A nigga was goin' come along and spit that real shit
Wanna bet, what
(Take it all you need me)
That he too much of a thug for you
Wanna be ballers out here to deal with,
Make it competition go sit on the couch for him
If he need work I'ma hand it out for him
If he need a pistol I'ma hand it out for him
(Take it all you need me)
Yung Berg and the Twista and I'll vouch for him
Thats me,
Could spit it just so I could spit it
Flow a just so could flow a
Fuck her like I could fuck her
(Take it all you need me)
Do her like I could do her
Get it how you got to get it
Me and my boy came up on the block
Hustling by the building
Just stacking the money up to the ceilin'
Ain't no penicillin finna hit em
When I'm dealing wit em ask Yung Berg
Where we go after we kill 'em
Cause we gettin' money and the roof goin' be so wicked
Is the reason we can kick it how we kick and
Its the reason why we pull up on the 30's
(Take it all you need me)
And the hummers and
We don't give a fuck if we get a ticket and
Why I pay a hundred dollars for a watch
Five Fifty for a ounce a Kush
Three Fifty for a pair of jeans
And thirty thousand for a charger
(Take it all you need me)
Two Hundred for all cops on the first look
Got money on the books
And we got the dollars for Impalas
And the thumpers and the hummers
And I'm throwing out the other figgas
Yung B E R to the G wit the TB some killers
And we never taking shit from off another nigga
Every time I had mo of to dank
Niggas think I be finish
But I got mo in the tank
I'ma score about 80 on em
And go in the paint
(Take it all you need me)
I'ma take a chunk of ya chip
And then go to the bank so uh
[Chorus: x4]
Yes sir
Niggas said Dr. Wine wasn't nothing
3 years later Dr. Wine got a budget
4 years later now everybody love it
(Take it all you need me)
God fucking damn!
Niggas said June wasn't that hot
JB sitting back and I was goin' flop
Now we on top like dog I told ya,
(Take it all you need me)
M holla whats good miss ride out
Let these motherfuckers
Know what we talk about
Left lane, young boss
Get ya money we bout to turn the lights out
We about to take it straight to the white house
Cook crack clean it up then I write down
Everything that I see we I come around
(Take it all you need me)
Every state every hood that I've been around
84th just seen to the buggie down
Niggas know I blow weed when I put it down
Niggas know I got love niggas know I been plugged
(Take it all you need me)
Thats right I'ma a prince of the shy town
So where my Southside niggas at right now
We goin' all line up in a single file
And give the whole world something they can sing about
(Take it all you need me)
Rule 1 better live what you speak bout
Rule 2 don't slip when you creep out
Rule 3 grab heat when you leave out
Rule 4 don't rush nigga ease out
(Take it all you need me)
And Rule 5 fall or die
Cop that shit that the ballers buy
Ride that whip that the ballers drive
Big GT Royce Chevy thats ridin' high
Swing on em when you ridin' by and I'm gone
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Yea
Its the boss baby
Look what you made me
Where we going from here
So you ridin' wit us so good luck
You could be with this or that
Yea
So there you have it
Eat your fucking heart out on this one
Yung Berg, Twista
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11. _ Get Your Number
Listen I know we been through our
Ups and downs but you cheated and broke
My heart I gave you a second chance
But you never gave up so... well I'm going
To sing to ya to get you to understand
Baby listen up it's sad news
Ooooh! Yeah
[Sigh's]
I love ya but I'm sorry I just (ooh)
Gotta let ya go baby listen
Baby listen!
Look but baby stop cryin' I know it's hard
But what you did to me really broke my heart
And babe I know your sorry and I forgive you
But we just gotta just be friends so don't act
Like you don't know so ya know what
I'm bout to do (oooh)
This has to be the hardest thang I ever done
Despite all the ups and downs our love was fun
But you cheated on me like twice and it made me cry
So I think it's time to say goodbye
Look but baby stop cryin' I know it's hard
But what you did to me really broke my heart
And babe I know your sorry and I forgive you
But we just gotta just be friends so don't act
Like you don't know so ya know what
I'm bout to do (oooh)
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Baby I gotta let you go, cause I can't
Be with you no more baby I know your heart
Is breaking but how you think I feel
You cheated on me felt like as if my heart
Was killed baby I'm sorry but...
(Gotta let you go) and it wasn't from you
Not loving me good it's just you cheated on me
Like I wasn't the one baby I loved you so I gotta
Give you up what I'm tryna say is I...
(Gotta let you go)
{Gotta...let you go listen!}
Walkin' in school hopin' to catch up with you
Saw you with another dude got me wonna hit you
But that's not a man thing to do and I ain't gon' hurt you
But say it's through but I'm a sing it to you baby
I love ya but I gotta say goodbye
{Cause!}
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Baby I thought our love would grow
But you cheated on me so I gotta let you know
That it's over so I gotta let you go
(Gotta let you go)
Baby when I was there you never
Really acted that you cared but I was
Surprised that a kiss was the only thing we shared
{Gotta Let You Go}
Oooooh, yeah ummm
Gotta let you go, woah woah
I said put ya hands up in the air if ya had
Someone you loved but they never
Cared I said
Put ya hands up in the air if ya had
Someone you loved but they never
Cared (ooooh baby)
{Gotta Let You Go}
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12. _ Do That There
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Do that there
How ya how ya how ya
Do that there
And they be like
How ya do that
How ya do that there
How ya how ya how ya how ya
How ya do that there
And they be like
How ya do that
How you
Do that there
Chevy ridin' high
Twenty four's still wet
Dis a diamond chain baby
No golds on da neck
I rose da set
Call me young fresh
Prince of da Chi
Who's fuckin' with me
And dey be like
There he go
I seen him on T.V.
I bounce back like I'm bad ass
Lil Boosie ain't I Yung Berg baby
Is you surprised?
Yeah you should've seen
The look on there faces
When they seen me on stage
Like hold up hoes
All eyes on me don't hate
And dey b like
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Yung Berg, that's the new
YB thang straight white t
And a diamond out chain
Like bitch, they ain't know me
And I be like how you
Do that there the original fee
Cost more then me. and I'm not
Even on a diet yet
Like wow nigga, these niggas
Look at me wrong like
The same face they made when
My hoe caught me sayin'
I love you on the phone
And it's the same way I got
Blown by the dude so I tote
The nine and shotted at him
Back over to you
And bitch ain't no other Berg
Breezy Yung Weezy
Ice so cold like I'm Lil Weezy f baby
And it ain't nuttin' to doubt
Lil lady and she be like what the fuck
Nigga hoe sayin'
[Chorus: Repeat 2X]
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