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Since I cant fit all lyrics to one page,im just gonna put my favorite ones on
Bombs Over Baghdad
Ya! International underground thunder pounds
When I stomp the ground(HOOO!!)
Like a million elephants With silver back orangutangs,
You cant stop the train,
Who wants some dont come un-pre-pared,
Ill be there but when I leave there,
Better be a household name,
Weather man tellin us it aint gon' rain,
So now we sittin in a drop top soakin wet,
In a silk suit tryin not to sweat,
Hit somersaults without the net,
But this'll be the year we wont forget,
1-9-99. and brutha anything goes,
Be whatchu wanna be,
As long as you know consequences are givin for
livin,
The Fence is,
Too high to jump in jail,
Too low to dig, I might just touch Hell(HOT!!)
Get a life now they go' sell,
Then I might cast you a spell,
Look at what came in the mail,
On a scale with Arm and Hammer,
Show grow grid and a baby mamma,
Black Cadillac and a pack of Pampers,
Stack of questions with no answers,
Cure for cancer cure for AIDS,
Make a nigga wanna stay on tour for days,
Get back home
Thangs are wrong,
Well not really it was bad all along,
'Fore you left, adds up to a ball of power,
Thoughts at a thousand miles per hour,
Hello ghetto let your brain breathe,
Believe theres always more(HA!!!!)
Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang,
Bombs over Baghdad!!
Dont even bang unless you plan to hit somethang,
Bombs over Baghdad!!
Dont pull the thang out, unless you plan to bang,
Bombs over Baghdad!!
Dont even bang unless you plan to hit somethang,
Bombs over Baghdad!!
Uno, Dos, Tres its on,
Did you ever think a pimp rock a microphone,
Like that there boy and we'll still say skreet,
Big things happen everytime we meet,
Like a track team, crack feend, dyin of geek,
Outkast bumpin' up and down the street,
Slam back Cadillac bout five niggas deep,
75 emcee's freestylin to the beat,
So we get crunk, stay drunk at the club,
Should've bought an ounce but you caught the dub,
Should've held back but you throw'd the punch,
Supposed to meet your girl but you packed a lunch,
No D to the U to the G for you,
Gotta son on the way by the name of Bamboo,
Gotta little baby girl four year Jordan,
Never turn my back on my kids for them,
Should've hit it(hit it), quit it(quit it), rag top,
'Fore you read it up getta laptop,
Make a business for yourself boy set some goals,
Make a fair diamond outta dusty coal,
Record number four but we on a roll,
Hold up, slow'd up, stop, control,
Like Janet, planets, Stankonia is only a,
Movin like floor commin straight to Florida,
Lock all your windows and block the quarters,
Pullin off a belt cause a whippin's in order,
Like a three piece fist then I cut your daughter,
Yo quiero Taco Bell then I hit the border,
Penny Pap Rappers tryin to get a five,
Im a microphone feend tryin to stay alive,
When you come to A-T-L but you betta not hide,
Cause the dungeon family aint gon' ride(HA!!!)
CHORUS about a million times
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Butterfly
Such a sexy, sexy, pretty little thing,
Fierce ****** pierce,
You got me sprung with your tongue ring,
Ahd I aint gonna lie cause your lovin gits me high,
So to keep you by my side,
There's nothing I wont try,
Butterflies in her eyes and looks to kill,
Time is passing,
Im asking, could this be real,
'Cause I cant sleep, I cant hold still,
The only thing I really know is she got sex appeal,
I can fell too much is never enough,
You're always there to lift me up,
When these times get rough,
I was lost, now i'm found,
Ever since you've been around
You're the woman that I want,
So yo, im puttin it down
CHORUS:
Come my lady come come my lady,
You're my butterfly
Sugar, Baybay,
Come my lady come come my lady,
I'll make your leg shake, you make me go crazy,
I dont deserve you,
Unless its some kind of hidden message,
To show me life is precious,
Then I guess it's true,
To tell the truth, I really never knew 'til I met you,
I was lost and confused,
Twisted and used up,
Knew a better life existed but I thought that I missed it,
My lifestyle's wild,
I was living like a wild child,
Trapped on a short leash,
Paroled the police files,
And yo, whats happening now,
I see the sun breaking,
Shining through the dark clouds,
And a vision of you standing out in a crowd
CHORUS
Hey sugar momma, come and dance with me,
The smartest thing you ever did was take a chance with me,
So whatever tickles your fancy,
Girl, its you like Sid and Nancy,
So sexy, almost evil,
Talkin' bout butterflies in my head,
I used to think happy endings were only in the books I read,
But you made me feel alive when I was almost dead,
You filled the empty space with the love I used to chase,
And as far as I can see, it dont get better than this,
So butterfly here is a song,
And its sealed with a kiss and a thank you miss
CHORUS
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