1.Bag Lady
bag lady you gone hurt your back
Draggin all them bags like that
I guess nobody ever told you
All you must hold on to
Is you, is you, is you
One day all them bags gone get in
You way (x4)
So pack light (x4)
Bag lady you gone miss your bus
You can't hurry up cause you too much stuff
When they see you comin
Niggas take off runnin
From you, it's true, oh yes they do
One day he gone say, you crowdin
My space (x4)
So pack light (x4)
Girl i know, sometimes it's hard
And we can't let go
Oh when someone hurts you oh so
Bad inside
You can't deny it, you can't stop cryin
So oh oh oh
If you start breathin
Then you won't believe it
You'll feel so much better
(so much better baby)
Bag lady
Let it go (x4)
Girl you don't need it
I betcha love can make it better (repeats)
2.Cleva
this is how i look without makeup
And with no bra my ninny's sag down lo
My hair ain't never hung down to my shoulders
And it might not grow
Ya' never know
But i'm clever when i bust a rhyme
Cleva always on ya' mind
She's cleva and i really wanna grow
Buy why come you're the last to know
Gotta little pot in my belly
So now a days my figure ain't so fly
My dress ain't cost nothin' but
Seven dollars but i made it fly
Tell ya why
Cause i'm clever when i bust a rhyme
Cleva always on ya' mind
She's cleva and i really wanna grow
Buy why come you're the last to know
3.Didn't Cha Know
didn't cha know
Oh hey...
Ooh hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
I think i made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Ooh hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
I think i made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Tried to move but i lost my way
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Stopped to watch my emotions sway
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Knew the toll, but i would not pay
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Cause you never know where the cards may lay
Time to save the world
Where in the world is all the time
So many things i still don't know
So many times i've changed my mind
Guess i was born to make mistakes
But i ain't scared to take the weight
So when i stumble off the path
I know my heart will guide me back
Ooh hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
I think i made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Ooh hey
I'm trying to decide
Which way to go
I think i made a wrong turn back there somewhere
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Tried to run but i lost my way
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Stopped to watch my emotions sway
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
Knew the toll but i would not pay
Didn't cha know, didn't cha know
I said ya never know how the cards may lay
Love is life, and life is free
Take a ride on life with me
Free your mind and find your way
There will be a brighter day
Love is life, and life is free
Take a ride on life with me
Free your mind and find your way
There will be a brighter day
4.Feel It
Artist：charli baltimore f／ teddy riley
1 - can you feel it？
Can you feel it？
Can you feel it？
It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot
It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
Can you feel it？
Can you feel it？
Can you feel it？
It's makin' me hot, it's makin' me hot
It's makin' me hot, yo, yo
Uh uh uh
Wanna test my waters？ step in
Hot, no question, what？ interested？
Chick blessed in drop
No less than sick flows
Tell me who the best in ill pitch, ill bitch, hit it
Cats know i deliver blows, kill hits
Kill the light switch, i'm barkin' in my cb
Tight chick with charts in mind
Hearts in my actress
Better address me with status
Ms. and misses, ya'll who's and what's
Came in viscious
Everything i touch, ya'll wanna get it
Cats wanna hit it, hide when i spit it
What ya'll do？ did it. wanna get it？
Wanna get rich, i'mma show you money
Now you want a hot chick, gotta throw your money
Why you wanna hate me, i don't know you money
Ya'll cats got late fee's, i don't owe you money
Ya'll quick to wild out and just blow your money
Should it stash high, burnin' flashlight
Girls need to know if you're stuck for money
Cats get sheisty, i might duck for money
Let 'em know, you ain't gettin' buck for money
And tall slick, i bank ten and front for money, what
Repeat 1
Yo, yo, yo, yo
Feel me come through hard so ya'll hear me
Turn back？ never, rap vendetta
Each letter clever for that cheddar
Ball in cold weather, mink on the sweater
Don't speak to heather
Only fly lady certified indy, the rest gotta pay me
Chuck get shady, cats try to play me
Waggin' mercedes benz for the lady
Me that, so he that, where the keys at？
Ride through, slide through for feedback
Like damn, she ballin', damn she that chick
Damn, she tall and, damn she got hits
Damn, she mad cool, damn she been chillin'
Damn, mad jewels, damn she be spillin'
Trust, we gon' all ball love ya
Pop bubbly, i'mma make ya'll love me, uh
Repeat 1
Yo, yo
Just warmin' up, chilled the whole song
Ya'll feel it yet？ killed the whole song
Haters game raw, ain't nothin' pretty
Bank head strong so checkbook pretty
Reach the wrong city, crooked schemes
Counterfeit fifty's, crooked seams
Now i play scenes
Genuine dollars, genuine presents, genuine ballers
Stay real stack's back's you faces
Back to basics, flip rhyme basses
Chuck goin' lace it, ya'll gon' taste it
Fresh new face, did it mark my spot
Mark my 'x', park my lex, watch be 'lex
Face forgets nigga, lay some sex
Flow dough from bitch to hoe, flip the do'
Flip the scripts, switch from hoe to bitch, nigga
Repeat 1 until fade
5.No More Trouble
Artist：erykah badu and bob marley
＊news coverage at the beginning＊
We don't need no more trouble
We don't need no more trouble
What we need is love (love)
To guide and protect us all (all)
If you hope good down from above (love)
Help the weak if you are strong now (strong)
We don't need no trouble
What we need is love
We don't need no more trouble
We don't need no more trouble
Weeping for the living
Weeping for the dead
Weep for one another
Weep for happiness
Weeping for the struggle
Weeping for the pain
Weeping for the children
We must take the blame
Seek happiness
(it's sad enough without your foes)
Come on, you all and speak of love
(it's sad enough without your foes)
We don't need no trouble
What we need is love now
(what we need is love, sweet love)
We don't need no more trouble
We don't need no more trouble
Now end the war which you just begun
It's sad enough without your foes
I thought i told you not to mess with me
Don't want no trouble but trouble found me
But marley saying speak of love not war
But we be trying but then eh we don't
Oh we don't need no trouble
We don't need no trouble
We don't need no more trouble
We don't need no more trouble
(make love and not war cause we don't need no trouble)
We don't need no more trouble
＊ends with interview＊
6.Orange Moon
i'm an orange moon
I'm an orange moon
Reflecting the light of the sun
Many nights he was alone
Many many many nights
His light was too bright so they truned away and he
Stood along every night and every day
Then he turned to me he saw his
Reflection in me and he smiled at me
When he turned to me
Then he said to me
How good it is, how good it is, how
Good it is, how good it is
I'm an orange moon
I'm brighter than before
Brighter than ever before
I'm an orange moon and i shine so
Bright cause i reflect the light
Of my sun
I praise the day he turned my way
And smiled at me
He gets to smile and i get to be
Orange that i love to be
How good it is (8x)
Shine so bright
He rules the day, i'll rule the night
Shine shine shine
How good it is (6x)
How good he is
How god he is
I'm an orange moon i'm brighter than
Before brighter
Reflecting the light of the sun
7.R.i.t.z.
Artist：charli baltimore f／ cam'ron
Charli baltimore
Killa cam
Cam'ron
Charli i don't think they know that i'm menstrul
Let me tell 'em when i'm menstrul
Verse one： cam'ron
I'm into don thing, donna karen
Don cornelius, don king
Lunchin' down in palm springs
Long the ring, crackin' cars
Dirty money, give the wax to juan
Actin' harsh, leave 'em my back garage
Thug niggas using mack guitar
Givin' back massuage, enterouage, we on hollis
Make you leave new york quicker, then john wallace
Be in your mom's wallet
Ya'll want whips, it's time on trial
Aye yo, ya'll want chips, then count ya stride
I made best friend to fight yo, like '98 live
Connin' in they eyes, like cats behind with they wife
Well then it's true, that i lost a daughter
Niggas get a little money, wanna cross the water
Fuckin' sell, i get the hell, i can't cross the border
Never feminine, everynight don't park the six
Right in front of tenimens
Ruthless chicks, yeah, toothless chicks
With the shotguns to shot, right through 2 and 6
Rufus kicks, uqick, that's what i'm tellin' my man
They just want me on the crucifix, i held in my hand
Fell for the plan, felony cam
Yo melody be bland!
R-i-p scrams yo, a hell of a man
And that's my analysis, till i'm laid up with blood like
diolisists
That's my next son
Chorus (cam'ron)
Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But life's a fucking bitch
Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But life's a fucking bitch
Verse two： charli baltimore
What, yo
I'm into ice shit, peirced pussy
Got the ice clit, ice picks
Fuck around and slice chicks
Spotted deserve on ice chips
Tight click, we come through
Dumb crew, these cats unable to come to
Comotose, ya'll boast about holdin' totes
We hold's parties, and sign our labels pacardi
Hardly ya girl next door, beofre i was b'more
I was c-4, now i'm packed, and now i'm stackin'
In the swiss alps, with swiss cheese and swiss accounts
Sippin' swiss miss, hoes frontin', got me kissed it
Dying kids wanna see b'more, on they wish list
But i put 'em there, be careful what you ask for
Ski mask up on barren face
No trace, of dna, just doa
We know ways to make you talk
Make you limp, when you walk
Outline cats in white chalk
Got fagotts askin' 'who's she？'
Benz wit' it, class be e, master p
Blastin' 'how ya do dat there'
Ridin' through, niggas stare, they like 'who dat there？'
Is true dat wear
Takin' over, slower
While ya'll hoes be stressed
Hate to see me and pd, and be like who the ebst
No shit, pull out the clips
Pull out the whips, put out the hits
Cause we put on the ritz
And it's nine crackers before a cracker
So tell me how you like us with guns and rappers
Chorus (cam'ron)
Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But life's a fucking bitch
Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But life's a fucking bitch
Some niggas kiss
And some get dissed
Some cats go kill
And jump off cliffs
Some snitch
But life's a fucking bitch
Some niggas sniff
And some go disp
Some cats want dough
And come on clicks
Some rich
But life's a fucking bitch
8.Your Precious Love
Artist：badu, erykah and d'angelo
Umm say baby won't you play it over for me
So i can get used to it
Yeah that's the part
That's it
Yeah that right there
I love that
Ah this is what's coming up right here
Ooh yeah yes
(ah yeah)
Erykah, every day there's something new
Honey, to keep me lovin' you
And with every passing minute
Ah baby, so much joy wrapped up in it
Oh, heaven must have sent you from above
Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love
And i, i've got a song to sing
Telling' the world about the joy you bring, ooh
And you gave me, you gave me a reason for livin'
And ooh, you taught me, you taught me the meaning of giving
Repeat 1
Oh, to find a love like ours is rare these days
Cause you've shown me happiness means in so many ways
I look in the mirror, and i'm glad to see
Laughter in the eyes where tears used to be
What you've given me i could never return, yeah
'cause there's so much, girl, i have yet to learn
And i just wanna i just wanna show my appreciation
Cause when i found you, i found a new inspiration
Repeat 1 till end
9.Southern Gul
Hmm...
Yeah, show you right
Come on
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Twing twing dign ding dong
I'm from the South
I'm a Southern Girl
Home of the burning church
Don't know much about the world
Home of the pocket stones
Home of the booty songs
Home of the fingerwave that lasts
All night long
Home of the On ＆ On
Home of the dominoes
Home of the two piece and a pepper
Home of the teeth is gold
Home of the Never Miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
Everything I eat is fried
Got a Southern drawl
I'm so country, y'all
Well that's way down South
Yeah it's way down low
Check my Southern-fried style
And my Southern flow
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
I like my Tofu fried
Got about a hundred friends
That ain't caught on the trends
Don't know about the Internet
Don't know about the radio
Don't know about the television
All I know is 'bout my flow
My kin folks snet me out
To make money for the house
Hooked up with my boy, Rahzel
I sure hope the record sell
(Southern Girl)
Southern Girl, and I'll rock your world
Fly as a bumble bee (Buzz)
Can't nobody f＊＊＊ with me
I'm a Southern Girl
From way down South
Got a dirty way
'Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ling, dang da dang, tiki tiki
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ding ding da dong
Sounding like a
(Southern Girl)
Twing a ding ding a ding ding ding
(Southern Girl)
Ding a ding ding a dong
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.S
Mmm...mmm...mmm...
Dey ding a ding ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
1.Southern Gul
Hmm...
Yeah, show you right
Come on
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Twing twing dign ding dong
I'm from the South
I'm a Southern Girl
Home of the burning church
Don't know much about the world
Home of the pocket stones
Home of the booty songs
Home of the fingerwave that lasts
All night long
Home of the On ＆ On
Home of the dominoes
Home of the two piece and a pepper
Home of the teeth is gold
Home of the Never Miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
Everything I eat is fried
Got a Southern drawl
I'm so country, y'all
Well that's way down South
Yeah it's way down low
Check my Southern-fried style
And my Southern flow
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
I like my Tofu fried
Got about a hundred friends
That ain't caught on the trends
Don't know about the Internet
Don't know about the radio
Don't know about the television
All I know is 'bout my flow
My kin folks snet me out
To make money for the house
Hooked up with my boy, Rahzel
I sure hope the record sell
(Southern Girl)
Southern Girl, and I'll rock your world
Fly as a bumble bee (Buzz)
Can't nobody f＊＊＊ with me
I'm a Southern Girl
From way down South
Got a dirty way
'Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ling, dang da dang, tiki tiki
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ding ding da dong
Sounding like a
(Southern Girl)
Twing a ding ding a ding ding ding
(Southern Girl)
Ding a ding ding a dong
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.S
Mmm...mmm...mmm...
Dey ding a ding ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
1.Southern Gul
Hmm...
Yeah, show you right
Come on
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Shing a ling shing, shing a ling shong
Twing twing dign ding dong
I'm from the South
I'm a Southern Girl
Home of the burning church
Don't know much about the world
Home of the pocket stones
Home of the booty songs
Home of the fingerwave that lasts
All night long
Home of the On ＆ On
Home of the dominoes
Home of the two piece and a pepper
Home of the teeth is gold
Home of the Never Miss
Home of the platinum hits
I'm a Southern Girl
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
Everything I eat is fried
Got a Southern drawl
I'm so country, y'all
Well that's way down South
Yeah it's way down low
Check my Southern-fried style
And my Southern flow
(Southern Girl)
Countryfied
I like my Tofu fried
Got about a hundred friends
That ain't caught on the trends
Don't know about the Internet
Don't know about the radio
Don't know about the television
All I know is 'bout my flow
My kin folks snet me out
To make money for the house
Hooked up with my boy, Rahzel
I sure hope the record sell
(Southern Girl)
Southern Girl, and I'll rock your world
Fly as a bumble bee (Buzz)
Can't nobody f＊＊＊ with me
I'm a Southern Girl
From way down South
Got a dirty way
'Cause I got a dirty mouth, dirty South
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ling, dang da dang, tiki tiki
(Southern Girl)
Twing da ding ding da dong
Sounding like a
(Southern Girl)
Twing a ding ding a ding ding ding
(Southern Girl)
Ding a ding ding a dong
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.
Big D, Lil' A, Double L.A.S
Mmm...mmm...mmm...
Dey ding a ding ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
Ding a ding ding ding
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