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Snoop Dogg - Sexual Eruption

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album: “Ego Trippin’” (2008)

[HOOK:]
I’m gonna take my time
She gonna get hers before I
I’m gonna take it slow
I’m not gonna rush the stroke

[CHORUS:]
So she can get a
Sexual eruption
So I can get a
Sexual eruption
So we can get a
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Whoa

[VERSE 1]
She might be with him
But she’s thinkin’ ’bout
Me
Me
Me
We don’t go to the malls
We don’t go out to
Eat
Eat
Eat
All that we ever do
Is play in the
Sheets
Sheets
Sheets
Smoke us a cigarette
Then go back to Sleep
Sleep
Sleep
Cause we done got a

[CHORUS:]
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Whoa

[HOOK]

[VERSE 2]
If you don’t know by now
Doggy Dogg is a freak
Freak
Freak
I keep a bad bitch with me
Seven days out the week
Week
Week
And all that we ever do
Is play in the sheets
Sheets
Sheets
Then smoke us a cigarette
Then go back to sleep
Sleep
Sleep

[HOOK]

[VERSE 3]
I was all on the
Club, sippin’ some Hen, smokin’ on a blunt of dro
When I peeped this little hoe out
I was all on the
Bar, wind drift up
Shawty Redd came on
Then she hit the floor now
With a see-through
Dress, long hair, light brown eyes
Lookin’ like Ms. Bo Peep
And a nigga know
If I take her home, with them wide ass hips
You damn right, I’m gonna beep
So I a-
Proached the chick with the real pretty face
Big ass booty with a little bitty waist
I whispered in her ear, “Lil’ mama, what you drink?”
I know that you a freak, but you know I ain’t gonna say shit
See, my game is outrageous
I got her to the crib and exchanged some fuck faces
But it wasn’t no use for me to bust one
Cause I wanted her to have an eruption

[CHORUS WITH AD-LIBBING]
Sexual eruption (A sexual eruption)
Sexual eruption
Orgasms
Sexual eruption
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Whoa
Sexual eruption
All the time, anytime
Sexual eruption
Whoa
Sexual eruption

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Lil’ Wayne - I’m Me

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EP: “The Leak” (2007)

The hottest… under the sun… (who that)
Ain’t nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping (you)
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Ay its Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

Un-fucking-believeable Lil’ Waynes the President
Fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, fuck ‘em, even if they celibate
I know the game is crazy, it’s more crazy than it’s ever been
I’m married to that crazy bitch, call me Kevin Federlin
It’s obvious that he’ll be Cash Money till the death of him
The ground shall break when they bury him, bury him
I know one day they gotta bury him
Better lock my casket tight baby, so I don’t let the devil in
Nigga, it’s just me and my guitar, yea bitch I’m heavy metaling
You can get the fucking Led Zepplin
Niggas is bitches, bitches, I think they full of estrogen
And we hold court and take your life for a settlement
Yes, I’m the best! And no, I ain’t positive, I’m definate
I know the game like I’m reffing it
This is The Carter, The Carter 3, the New Testament
And I’m the god and this is what I bless ‘em with

[Hook:]
Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? Ur not me, you’re not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, yea

Junior… brrr
It’s Cash Money over everything
It’s in my blood I feel it running in every vein
I’m from the mud, I am a missile like a scud
What’s really good? I’m bout that Ruckers like Fudd
And I stay on my floor at Cash Money like a rug
Tied to the fucking Birdman like a lug
And Dear Mister Ronald williams…
To you, I shall forever give thanks like a pilgrim
Cash Money Million, heir to the throne
Going at they heads like hair in a comb
Sitting by the window I just stare at the storm
Know I’ll make it through it like hair in a comb
Yo, money over bitches, my niggas trust my senses
And I will take on that shit as the lord, as my witness
And you all have witnessed, but I have not finished
So keep your mouth closed and let your eyes listen

[Hook:]
Bitch I’m me, I’m me, I’m me, I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? Ur not me, you’re not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’m still a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

Last year they had the Grammys and left me in Miami
Sleeping on a nigga like I’m wrapping in my jammies
I’m rapping when you sleep, I was rapping when you were in jammies
Mel Gibson flow, Lethal Weapon, Book ‘em Danny
I’m a monster I tell you, Monster Wayne
I have just swallowed the key to the house of pain
Now I’m stuck here to deal with the house’s pain
Fuck wit me I will peel like the house’s paint
Lets go, Niggas doubt wont see me cause I’m better and bold
The only time I wear depends is when I’m 70 years old
Thats when I cant hold my shit within, so I shit on myself
Cause I’m so sick and tired of shitting on everybody else
I’m tryna tell you, like I’m saying sumthin
I’m from the dirty like the bottom of my pants cuffs
And there Ain’t nothing gonna stop me so just envy it
Hey, I’ll accept a friendly quit

[Hook:]
Yea I’m me, I’m me, bitch I’m me
Baby I’m me, so who you? fuck you, you not me
And I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I’ma mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire
I know that ain’t fair, but I don’t care
I am a mother fucking Cash Money Millionaire, bitch

The hottest… under the sun… (who that)
Ain’t nobody fucking with me man
Ay ay ay ay, you already know that pimping
Cash Money Records, where dreams come true
Fuck up my dreams, somebody gonna die tonight
(Ay ay ay ay) you already know that pimping
Yo it’s Cash Money Records man, a lawless game

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Snoop Dogg - Think About It

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album: “Tha Blue Carpet Treatment” (2006) Yeah man…

“You know it’s easy to talk about.. doin somethin
but when it comes down to the action part, the most folks take a little
light vacation”

[Snoop Dogg]
Mmmm.. I was just thinkin to myself man
Y’know this Blue Carpet Treatment record is deep to me
And I need to let my peoples know how deep it is to me
On some real talk like…

It’s like lookin and poppin and seein whoppers and movers
Despite a Guidant, I try to be hard on the low
Nobody’s guidance so I decided to sleep by the do’
Open my mind try to slip inside my grandpa’s fo’
Driftin off into another stage of life
Nigga paid ya price and big homies made ya fight
Niggaz ain’t wanna see ya nigga be-bop, no
Toe for toe, I beat a nigga down to the flo’

[Chorus: Snoop Dogg]
Incredible, forgettable, better blast, past, to move the mind
Many men were eradicated by music minds
Open ya eyes and take ya time to visualize
And once ya decide to move ya mind in due time
It’s so erotic, if it ain’t exotic, it’s gettin naughty
Freeze and groove, get rowdy, rowdy; girl move ya body
It’s melodic, I’m bein honest and modest
You done fucked off my whole rap flow, think about it

[Snoop Dogg]
Fuck that nigga, I’ma do it right
Thangs ain’t movin right, I don’t think that you would like
for me to be mad, saying, “Niggaz can’t stand me”
Sittin at home, watchin motherfuckers at the Grammy’s
Wishin I was there, naw nigga I don’t wish no more
I’m the big cat, fish in the bowl
Basically you hear these rappers out here using my flow
They need Snoop on they song to make they shit official though
In dismissible, police a nigga, modern day KMI
Takin my time, chronolizing my rhyme
Writing my rhyme, tryin to get intellectual
Directing the weather, makin my negative records more intellectual
Tryin to change the direction of flowin
And sayin, born sayin, “You know I get live-er when I get fluent”

Ain’t been nobody to change game since King came
Same thing, same lane, hit it and ya get banged
Word to Rob Bass, just make the music dope
Thangs don’t change man, it’s so remarkable
And they don’t know how to do it ’cause they don’t flow that way
Go that way, roll that Jay
Roll my tape and take me back the day you were phony
You’re so into what ya doin but you can’t get into it
You can’t talk and now ya ruined but y’know I’ma do it
And now you doin it, they booing like, “You blew it! You blew it!”
I’m dippin through the universe, make ‘em move the verse
Through the Luda-verse, hit the boota first
You can never beat a hoe, lemme show you how to treat a hoe
If you likin me, follow me, you so believable
(So…) Got a way to get his own music out
Record executive, bounce ballin and actin bad
Take my time, with my.. great mind
Take ‘em out, make mine, kicked about it
Thanks to niggaz who might make it illegal
And not rival the Beatles, and rock, rockin my peoples
And fly, fly like eagles been doin the shit like liters
And hittin y’all with heaters and walkin in my Adida’s
I continue to bust, then I switched up to chucks
Givin niggaz a puff, still givin it up
Beanie Sigel what up? Real niggaz is up
On the scheme with my team, yeah Daz and Kurupt

[Chorus]

[Snoop Dogg]
We bust ’til we buss ‘em up
(Lay Low), I know they told you not to fuck with us
Layin and playin, and sayin man, walkin in vain
Anxious for fame, my nigga tryin to walk in my lane
And tryin to.. walk in my shoes but they just don’t fit
You couldn’t spit the shit that I spit ’cause I’m the shit
And this is it, legit, let’s split the chips
And fix, and move the work and hurt that bitch
I’m through with this! [crowd cheers]

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