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Shining Through (Theme from 'Save the Last Dance')
by Fredro Starr

[CHORUS]
I see your true color, shinin through
I see your true color, an' that's why I love you
I see your true color, shinin through
I see your true color, an' that's why I love you

[VERSE 1]
Yo, father forgive, we all tryin to survive where we live
I'd rather feed the homeless eight times than talk to da kids
Show 'em life ain't no walk on the bridge
Damn as hard as it is, when I be dreamin I be talkin to B.I.G
In my hood it ain't no yellow brick road, we hear the shots echo
Sneakers hangin from a telephone pole
In my ghetto aint no rainbow wit pots a gold
But tha was love from tha family when tymes are cold
I seen n analyzed tha world from my project roof
An' seen the hope in tha eyes of a troubled youth
A good kid, I kept this burna in dis motha goose
A motherless child,lost in these streets loose
In the waterworlds away these are rainy days
My man got poped at an early age
These cowards run n say he flipped into his early grave
They say the good die young, we're headed for dem early gates

[CHORUS]

[VERSE 2]
Yo,they say this love wasnt meant to be
2 people from 2 different worlds,we wasnt meant to be
It musta been fate you were sent to me
We'll make it through these hard tymes,eventually
Tha standard fight,walk by faith n not by sight
We're all tha same color when you turn off tha lights
I take tha sunshine with tha pain
Wear my Saraguards sad,dats when it rains
No fridge,kept tha food on tha window payne
We all breathe tha same air so we all tha same
Im trapped in this ghetto maze tryna make it out
If you dont know me dont judge me,wuthcu talkin bout
Im far dividable of ard of tha broken dreams
Single mothas yall my heroes,yall my queens
To get my moms out tha hood,thats my hope n dreams
To raise my son to be a soldier by any means

[CHORUS TO FADE]
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






You
by Lucy Pearl

(feat. Snoop Dogg, Q-Tip)

[Snoop Dogg (Q-Tip):]

I put it down for the L.B.C.
(I put it down for a place called Queens)
You know I represent the 213
(I hold it down for the big city)
I keep it gangsta for all my young g's
(All the P-Y-T's with they own car keys)
I put it down for all the ladies
its all about you

[Raphael Saadiq]
I tried to look the other way
the day you passed me by
I saw you holding Q-Tip's hand
And girl I nearly died
The way you hold that cosmo
Just fits you to a T
But I just wish that you was sitting
Right next to me
I wonder what was God's mind
The day that he made you
I know he wrote a new commandment
After he was through
But every time I see you
I find something new
But I just gotta have you

[Chorus: x2]

I really want you
I just gotta have you

[Raphael Saadiq]
Me and nephew snoop was eating
At the serving spoon
And my partner Skinny Black
Was sitting with us too
And all of a sudden
Your body was in sight
I couldn't finish breakfast
Now something just ain't right
Now snoop was looking like
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
I said I know you understand
You've been through a few
But this one was special, special to me
Is it my imagination killing me

[Chorus: x2]

I really want you
I just gotta have you

[Snoop Dogg]
I can't fake it no more
I can't take it no more
I need you in my life fo' sho
My wife fo' sho
No turnin' back, it's on and crackin'
Pure satisfaction, girls that's what's happenin'

[Q-Tip]
Uh, uh...
I appropriate game, you know my name
Abstract hits when them bad times flip
A man need a lady no matter the kind
A diamond shinning like you, you know it's hard to find

[Snoop Dogg]
Time brings change, and change brings time
My nephew wants you cause you so fine

[Q-tip]
A woman choose a man is a real motif
Make a choice cause me and Ray, we never had beef
Me and Snoop we go hard, real macaronis
Why you think that we want to have a ceremony
Snoop Dogg...

[Snoop Dogg]
There's something special 'bout you baby boo
I need to know right here right now what you really wanna do

[Chorus until fade with ad-lib]
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Writer: RAPHAEL SAADIQ, KAMAAL IBN JOHN FAREED, KEVIN GILLIAM, CORDOZAR CALVIN BROADUS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






Bonafide
by X-2-c

Bonafide
X-2-c
(Save The Last Dance Soundtrack)

Oh, oh yeah
Oh ow
It was midnight
At the party
As you walked in
Lookin' nice
You had Versace
All over your body
And your thong
With no panty line

And that's
When you started
Shakin' your hips
Lickin' your lips
Using your eyes
Rollin' your thighs

All of the things
That turn me on

You know I was
Kinda checkin' you out
There was no doubt
You were about
Checkin' me out

There's no need to
Come on so strong

CHORUS:
You're finding me
Way too tight but you
Gotta be shakin' that thing
Like you a part of me
You don't gotta
Be that way to
Ride wit me
If you could
Save all that
(Repeat)

Now that
We are moving
And you're lookin'
Kinda wild
With your body
In position
And then lean in
Doggy style

Right then
I knew for me
It was on
It wouldn't be long
Till we were gone
That's what I want

You could have had me
Without all that play

Right then I thought of
Takin' you home
But leave you alone
'Cause you weren't about
Makin' it out

There's no way to
Fine act that way

Repeat chorus

What could ever make you
Think you had the dough
To throw yourself at me?
The way you look baby
You could have anyone
Why can't you see?
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Writer: GEORGETTE FRANKLIN, CRAIG OWENS, JEREMY MONROE, ERIK ISSACS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc., Walt Disney Music Company, Songtrust Ave






Crazy
by K-Ci JoJo

(I don't know why, what I'm doing what I'm doing)
See, baby I, apologize
For all the things that I've done that I've done
See I've known that I've been a fool for far too long
And baby you have it, I go around to wait, just come back to papa
Please baby, baby won't you stay
If you really love me then why are you leavin me

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you babyyyyyyyy
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you lately (crazy baby)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you baby (I don't know what to do)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately (crazy, crazy, crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) when I can touch you
Crazy, crazy (I'm going crazy) when I can hold you
Crazy, crazy, (I'm going crazy) when I can see you again
(Said I'm going crazy)

(Said I'm going crazy)
I've finally realized, that you are my true love
And I had a lot of time to think, and you're all seem to keep thinking,
To keep thinkin of, yeahhh
And now I know I need you each and every day
I can't live without you, so don't run away
Baby you say that you love me, so why'd u leave me, why (why, why, why, why)

I can't think, think about this crazy day
I lose sleep just to daydream about you baby (I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you lately (just to think)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, just to thinkin about you baby
(I'm goin crazy, I'm going crazy)
I'm going crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy, thinkin about you lately
I'm going crazy, crazy, (crazy, crazy) but I can't touch you (I'm going crazy)
Crazy, crazy (crazy, crazy), when I can hold you
Crazy, crazy, when I can see again
(if I can see you, if I can see you if I can see you, if I can see you)
If I can see you, if I can see you again
Then I would go, if I could see you again
I'd go craeeae
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Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher






You Make Me Sick
by Pink

[Spoken]
They make me sick
I know I feel you, that's why we gotta stick together
Yep Yep Yep [laughs] I know it...

[Chorus:]
You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip, I'm feelin it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin again
Baby, you got me goin again
You make me sick

He was doing 8-0 on the freeway
In the 6 double O, bumpin Isley
He was gettin kinda close, kinda touch-ay
Cuz he had a little too much Hennessey
He told me that he wanna go home, with me up on the hill to my condo
Told me he would keep it all on the low-low
But I told him, "boo, I don't really know though"
He got closer to me...it started gettin deep
He had me in a zone when he started to show me things
I never saw before
Baby was smooth but I knew it was game
Hell-of-a cool but you men are the same
The way he licked his lips and touched my hips
I knew that he was slick

[Repeat Chorus]

In the 6 now, so hot
Gotta pull all the windows down
Eyes lead and I'm thinkin bout the sheets now
Wonderin should I really take it there now
He told me he would make it worth it
Again, how many times have I heard this
Kinda funny, but I wasn't even nervous
Well his slick-ass lines were kinda workin
I felt my knees get weak...his body was callin me
Just couldn't take the heat
Anyway it was 2 or 3, I had to get off the streets
Baby was cool but I knew it was game
Said, he was too schooled to be screamin my name
Even though we made the best of it
I still told him this...

[Repeat Chorus]

[Repeat Chorus 2x]

Can't..no no no
Oh, you make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin it...hatin it...hatin it
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Writer: OBI C NWOBOSI, AINSWORTH J PRASAD, MARTHONY MARICE TABB
Copyright: Lyrics © ROYALTY COMPANIES






U Know Whats Up
by Donell Jones

[ Featuring Lisa "Left Eye" Lopes ]

Ooh...say what, say what, say what
Ooh...girl, you know what's up
Ooh...say what, say what, say what
Ooh...girl, you know what's up

[Verse 1]
Me and my niggaz be rolling
Trailing on you and your homies
The very first day of summer
All chromed out in a hummer, babe
Hit the park and parlay
Hope that you're off, 'cause you're awake
'Cause you and your girls wanna ride
Play all day puff on the lye

[Chorus - Section A]
Ooh...say what, say what, say what

Ooh...girl, you know what's up
(And you know what I need)
Ooh...say what, say what, say what
(You know that I'm bout it, baby)
Ooh...girl, you know what's up
(Ooh...)

[Chorus - Section B]
I'm digging you, I'm feeling you
And you know what's up
Said I'm big on you and I'm wanting you
So tell me what's up

[Verse 2]
We are five when I'm zoning
Running around two in the morning
Looking fly with that sun dress on
I think I feel a bone coming on
Girl, you got me wide open
Fiending all day and I'm hoping
So baby don't front
Backseat jeep, you know what I want

[Chorus - Section A]

[Chorus - Section B]

[Bridge]
Oh yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa...
Digging you, you got me big on you

[Chorus - Section A]

[Chorus - Section B/Fade Out]
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Writer: DARREN LIGHTY, CLIFF LIGHTY, ANTHONY HAMILTON, BALE'WA MUHAMMAD, EDWARD FERRELL, VERONICA MCKENZIE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, MISSING LINK MUSIC






Move It Slow
by Kevon Edmonds

I'm thinking 'bout your body baby
want to love you in so many ways
The way you move it all around
Makes me want to love you down
Contemplating making love to you
Scented candles and some bubbles too
Come and have a private dance with me
So I can stare at your body baby

1 - You can have my money and
You can have my car keys baby
Max out all my credit cards
Till you look just like a star
I'll pay all your bills
Tell me baby what's the deal
Why I'm so into you?

2 - Move it slow
Make sweet lovin' to me
Let it flow
Ooh you're looking so sexy to me
Lose control
You don't know what you're doing to me
With my eyes and my mind
I forget about it

We're sitting here sippin' on Don Perrion
Watching you it really turns me on
And that neglice that you're wearing is tight
When you take it off, all I can say is my, my, my
From your head down to your toes, sexy
Such a beautiful sight to see
One look in your eyes and I'm hypnotized
The cutest little thing I've ever seen, you can...

[Repeat 1]

[Repeat 2: x 2]

There's no greater fantasy
Than the one that I share with you
You really got a hold on me
I'm taken by the way that you move
I love what I see
That sexy, sweet body
I'll take you away from here
Make us feel reality, oh

[Repeat 2: x 2]

Bounce for me, bounce for me
Move it all around for me
Shake it baby, shake it baby
Up and down
Move it to the left
Move it to the right
Work the body, work the body baby, baby
Bounce for me, bounce for me
Move it all around for me
Shake it baby, shake it baby
Up and down
Move it to the left
Now move it to the right
Work the body baby, work the body baby, oh

[Repeat 2 until fade]
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Writer: FLETCHER, HEARNE
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Murder She Wrote
by Chaka Demus & Pliers

Now dis one dedicated to the gyal
Dem wid di angel face and the devil heart
You know seh Ragamuffin Chaka Demus an' yute called Pliers
Come to deal wid your case
Step up my yute, hear dis

I know this little girl her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose (betta know)
If I ever tell you 'bout Maxine
You woulda say I don't know what I know, but

Murder she wrote (for real, for real)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote

Watch 'ya now, it name
A pretty face and bad character
Dem deh kinda livin' cyaan' hold Chaka, follow me
A pretty face and bad character
Dem deh kinda livin' cyaan' hold Chaka
Seh gyal yuh pretty
Yuh face it pretty but yuh character dirty
Gyal you just ah act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, and also Harry
An' when you find yuh mistake
You talk 'bout yuh sorry, sorry, sorry, come now

Have her cruise di corner where she jooks an' where she jam
She know about Lou, Crack an' every money man (ah, true, man)
Make love wid di coolie, Chinese, white man and Indian
Di wickedest kind ah girl weh Mr. Pliers buk upon (betta know)

Now do you heard about this girl her name is Maxine?
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
And if I ever tell you 'bout Maxine
You woulda say I don't know what I know, but

Murder she wrote (murderation man)
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, na, na, na
Murder she wrote

Watch 'ya now stand still, you nuh pay mi light bill
If you test di ragamuffin, gyal yuh gwan get kill
Gyal keep way, cah yuh a crebbie crebbie
An' di lyrics weh me talk ah it me DJ
Gyal come out, becah you nuh shockout
An' when you hear di raggamuffin y'affi jump and shout
Nuh touch mi gate, you nuh pay mi water rate
Becah great is great, great cyaan' underate, follow me

Yuh pretty face and bad character
Dem deh kinda livin' cyaan' hold Chaka, follow me
Yuh pretty face and bad character
Dem deh kinda livin' cyaan' hold Chaka
Seh gyal yuh pretty
Yuh face it pretty but yuh character dirty
Gyal you just ah act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, and also Harry
An' when you find yuh mistake
You talk 'bout yuh sorry, sorry, sorry

Now every middle of the year dis young girl have abortion
Fi di coolie, white man, indian, mussi kill an infant
An' jus di other day me see her six months pregnant
Now she back pon street again with not a baby inna pram

Do you heard about this girl her name is Maxine?
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
And if I ever tell you 'bout Maxine
You woulda say I don't know what I know, but

Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote
Murder she wrote, na, na, na
Murder she wrote

Excuse me, gyal me never know seh ah so you stay
Ragamuffin Chaka Demus come to flash it same way
Whoa, follow me

Yuh pretty face and bad character
Dem deh kinda livin' cyaan' hold Chaka, follow me
Yuh pretty face and bad character
Dem deh kinda livin' cyaan' hold Chaka
Seh gyal yuh pretty
Yuh face it pretty but yuh character dirty
Gyal you just ah act too flirty flirty
You run to Tom, Dick, and also Harry
An' when you find yuh mistake
You talk 'bout yuh sorry, sorry, sorry

Di gyal ah boast and ah brag how she look sexy
All she worship is pure vanity
Di gyal ah boast and ah brag how she look ready
When she wash her clothes it dirty
Gyal yuh no ready if you cyaan' cook fi mi
Gyal yuh no ready if you cyaan' wash fi mi
Gyal yuh nuh ready if you know yuh flirty flirty, follow me

Yuh pretty face and bad character
Dem deh kinda livin' cyaan' hold Chaka, follow me
Yuh pretty face and bad character (murder she wrote)
Dem deh kinda livin cyaan' hold Chaka (murder she wrote)

So stand still you no pay mi light bill(murder she wrote na nana)
And if you test di ragamuffin gyal yuh gwan get kill (murder she wrote)
Gyal keep way, cah yuh a crebbie crebbie
An' di lyrics weh me talk ah it me DJ
Gyal come out, becah you nuh shockout
An' when you hear di raggamuffin y'affi jump and shout
Nuh touch mi gate, you nuh pay mi water rate
Becah great is great, great cyaan' underate, come now

Know you head about this girl her name is Maxine
Her beauty is like a bunch of rose
And if I ever tell you 'bout Maxine
You woulda say I don't know what I know
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Writer: Everton Bonner, John Christopher Taylor, Lloyd Oliver Willis, Lowell Dunbar
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Songtrust Ave






Breathe And Stop
by Q-Tip

Uh uh uh uh uh get up
Uh uh for real uh uh
Come on
Ummah, Ummah, Ummah, Ummah

[Q-Tip]
A hard time if your motion is still
Let me move some things around because the lyrics is ill
Abstract..you know my stiggidy in here (yeah)
Niggaz get on and swear it's they f*ckinyear
But yo your girl just moved
to the joint in the club, in the car if it groove (uhh)
Broad look, the movement is on
Mild mannered mami's in Victoria thongs, uh
I give my rhyme a bless
Guaranteed to make it right if your night is a bust (yeah yeah)
You Vivrant and you fresh and all
Original to say the least and you've impressed Kamal (come on)
Rappers start then they stall
Findin it very hard to make it over the wall
Hey, get your weight up, my motto you heard?
And I grown a deaf ear to felonious words, uh
So girls move it around
If you see your main dog give a brother a pound
And just uh..

[Chorus: Q-Tip]

Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got, and just uhh
Breathe and Stop, for real and give it what you got
Give it what you got, give it what you got
If you on the block then give it what you got

[Q-Tip]
A thug, a thrill, you as mean as the eyes (say word)
I wanna feel you, them big ass thighs
Your Prada dress or your Gucci bag
with the Polo jeans over doobi-bag, uh
Yo hold the door a-ight?
We comin through, Tribe beef, hold it down for the night
Big Moon got the fifth
D-Lyfe he got the deally and girl you got the gif (yeah for real love)
turn it over the page
Usherin all of y'all to a brand new age, where (yeah)
status really don't matter
everbody get right to the pitter the patter (come on)
Makin moves, settin precedence
Enterin your residence, the whole scene is decadence
and the feelin is true
I'm seein me and my crew, you seein black and blue, uh (yeah)
So let's go for the ride
Strap yourself in tight and if you bonafied then just uh

[Chorus]

[Q-Tip]
Dunn what what bring it, bring it
A-bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
bring it give it bring it give it
A-where we bring it to?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, right where?
Right here, right where? Right here, here here
Right here, take it home home, take it home, right here

[Q-Tip]
Millenium, on your mind, are you runnin out of time?
Hope you skippin every line because I'm gettin mine
Move it around a bit again
Every block every town we startin a trend (for real for real)
Eye to eye ma and toe to toe (toe to toe)
Who concentratin on killin the show?
Penetration is methodically slow
Mountain high valley low gonna find the dough (yo for real for real)
All my peoples, no matter the creed
We gonna satisfy the urge and discover the need (uhh uhh uhh uhh)
You feel, you feel the bite in this
If you think I'm type real then invite me miss
And let me say a rhyme in your ear
Dancin close you the most and you fit in here (yeah)
You feel the rhythm is right
You know the spittin is tight
You think you won't but I think you might, uh

[Chorus: x8]
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Writer: Gene Redd,, Roy Handy, Gene Jr. Redd, Cleveland Horne, Robert Bell, Ronald Bell, Robert Mickens, Dennis Thomas, Richard Westfield, George Brown, Claydes Smith, Kamaal Ibn Jonathan Davis Fareed, James Dewitt Yancey
Copyright: Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.






You Can Do It
by Ice Cube

[ Featuring Mack 10, Ms. Toi ]

Yeah, yeah
Get your ass up and hurr' up, uh
Ice Cube, baby
Ninety-nine, baby
I'm on the grind, baby
All the time, baby
Show me something

You can do it, put your back into it (uh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (uh-huh)
You can do it, put your back into it (yeah)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

Tick, tick, boom
Hear me banging down these back streets
Bumpin' Blackstreet, treated like a athlete
Life ain't a track meet (no) it's a marathon
F*ck the cemetery that a nigga get buried on
We be clubbin' 'til the day we die
Nigga, ask the bartender if you think we lie
But if you think we high, nigga, think again
'Cause when it's sink or swim
You got to think to win
And if I drink this Henn', everybody'll know it
'Cause I ain't going for it, so pray to the Lord
That I don't pull out, cuss out, and bust out
Go the nigga route
Make the trigger shout, uh
You can try to smoke an ounce to this
While I pronounce this shit, baby, bounce them tits
Mama, move them hips, baby, shake them cheeks
I got dick for days, you got ass for weeks (yeah, yeah)

Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (uh-uh)

You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

Now all I wanna do is have fun with my loved ones (what?)
The thug ones, relatives and my cousins
And I got 'em by the dozen
When they buzzin', quick to say f*ck your husband
This is for my niggas locked away
Extra love for the ones who ain't got no date
But when we get checkmate with Ice Cube the great
As soon as I get a word, we can rush the safe
F*ck them license plates because life is great
It don't matter if you're rich and your folks ain't straight
I'm still coming with that underground gangsta shit
No matter how many niggas say we ain't the shit, bitch

Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (uh-uh)

You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your back into it
Put your ass into it

I do hardcore rhymin', hard time grindin'
Gorilla pimp hoes while other niggas wine and dine 'em
Gotta love this thug shit, S-Class in the mud shit
Pockets on flood shit, OG, lyrical Blood shit
I don't rent, I buy shit, niggas jealous of my shit
Wonder where this young nigga get all the fly shit
While you're rootin' and recruitin', niggas 6-8 hoopin'
I was in the hood shootin', plus I had the white whoopin'
I come from Pyrex bowls and oversized jars
I'm past up stripes, I got stars and bars
No time for playa hatin', Mack paper chasing
Kicked out the substation to the hip hop nation
The mo' hits the mo' bigga with illegal weight figga
Done develop the status of a platinum plus nigga
Bust the first bad ho, fo' sho, I can hit it
I keep pushing, don't quit it, don't stop 'til I get it, uh

Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it (say what?)

You can do it, put your back into it (uh-huh)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it

Don't stop, get it, get it (that's real)
Don't stop, nigga, hit it (I will)
I'm gon' do it (do it), gon' do it (do it)
Gon' do it, do it, do it

You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it (come on)
You can do it, put your back into it (come on)
I can do it, put your ass into it
Put your ass into it

We be clubbin'
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
We be clubbin'
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
Yeah
(Freaky gyration, is close to fornication)
Ice Cube, Westside Connect gang
You know how we do it
We put it down constantly
Constantly
Uh, uh, uh, uh
Get your ass up and hurr' up
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Writer: John Miller, Ellis Williams, Robert Allen, Afrika Bambaataa, Arthur Baker, John Robie, Ralf Hutter, Emil Schult, O'shea Jackson, Donald Lavert Saunders, Dedrick Rolison
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network, Downtown Music Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Exploration Group LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






My Window
by Soulbone

I can't travel my block
And I can't have no picnics
The sun don't shine
But still it's hot

And you tellin' me "Stop trippin'"
When you walk outside
You see the view
But the world gets

So so beautiful,
Forgot my pretty lie
My pretty lie
My pretty lie

Shots fired on 17th I know
Some guy it ain't surprisin'
I'm thinkin' of ways when I
Can change my environment

And I work two jobs every day,
Eh yeah eh
It seems like the struggle
Just ain't worth my pain

So onto the next little hustle
May take in my name clean
For my peeps to
Stay outta trouble

What's goin' on?
What's goin' on?
Repeat chorus
Every night and

I think of everyday
What that brother Marvin
Used to say to me
And I tell me if

I had one wish
It would be just this
That when I turn
The TV off at night

I can kiss your fine eyes
Repeat chorus
Now they tell me a lot of things
They say I'm supposed to

Be a little more grateful
But I know the story's just
Like Cain and Abel uh uh oh
And to me it don't seem different

I'm not changed
You dreamt of changing
And you change my ways
Repeat chorus
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Writer: CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, DARON JONES, DARON TAVARIS JONES, DEWAYNE JULIUS ROGERS, DEWAYNE JULIUS JR. ROGERS, HARRY CASEY, HARRY WAYNE CASEY, MARVIN SCANDRICK, MARVIN E. SCANDRICK, MICHAEL KEITH, MICHAEL MARCEL KEITH, QUINNES PARKER, QUINNES DAYMOND PARKER, RICHARD FINCH, RICK FINCH, SEAN COMBS, SEAN PUFFY COMBS, STEVEN JORDAN, STEVEN A. JORDAN
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group






Only You
by 112

[ Featuring the Notorious B.I.G. ]

I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop
I thought I told you that we won't stop (check it out)

Jesus, the Notorious just
Please us with your lyrical thesis
We just chilling, milk 'em, "Top Billin'"
Silk and, pure linen, me and, Lil' Cease
Malibu sea breeze, Dom P's, palm trees
Cats named Pablo in milked out Diablos (that's right)
The williest (what?) Bitches be the silliest
The more I smoke, the smaller the Phillie gets
Room 112, where the players dwell
And stash more cash than Bert Padell, inhale
Make you feel good like Tony Toni Tone (feels good)
Dick up in your middle like Monie (yes)
She don't know but she setting up to blow me (yes)
Try to style, flying north with a homey (yes)
Escada, Don Dada, player, stay splurging
Game so tight they call it virgin

Oh I, need to know, where we stand
Do we share this special thing called love
I know I do, what about you
I just can't get enough of your love (I need you in my life)

Where do I go? What do I do
I can't live without your love?
Thinkin' of you, makes me feel
Like I'm the only one for you

Girl I want, to be with you
No one else, only you
Why can't we just make it happen?
Baby, I need you in my life

Every time I'm with you
Never want it to come to an end (thought I told you that we won't stop)
Always make me so happy
You'll always have a place in my heart (I need you in my life)

Where do I go? What do I do
'Cause I can't live without your love?
Thinkin' of you, makes me feel
Like I'm the only one for you

Now you can hum all you want to, cum all you want to
Money I'ma front you, girl I wanna flaunt you (that's right)
I'ma always want you when nobody wants you (uh-huh)
If I die now my love'll still haunt you (c'mon)
Mase ain't the one that'll pay for your phone (Mase ain't the one)
Mase be the one that'll take you home (that's right)
Even though I'm not the one that gave you the stone (yeah)
On your days alone I can make you moan
Everybody know I got more bounce than the ounce
Bad Boy get more money than you can count
Why I'm buying things you can't even pronounce
I'd do it to you cats for a large amount
And when the beef come, you no where to be found (where you at?)
While I'll be around 'til the winner is announced (the winner is)
Here you go girl with thousands in ya palms
Why you can't let bygones be bygones (Goodfellas)

Where do I go? What must I do
If I can't live without your love?
Thinking of you, makes me feel baby
Like I'm the only one for you

Girl I want to, be with you
No one else, only you
Why can't we just make it happen?
Baby, I need you in my life

Girl I want to, be with you
No one else, only you
Why can't we just make it happen?
Baby, I need you in my life

Girl I want to, be with you
No one else, only you
Why can't we just make it happen?
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Writer: Harry Casey, Sean Combs, Richard Raymond Finch, Daron Jones, Steven A Jordan, Michael Keith, Quinnes Parker, Marvin Scandrick, Christopher Wallace, Dj Jr Rogers
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, Royalty Network, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Songtrust Ave, Peermusic Publishing, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Cloud9, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.






Get It On Tonite
by Montell Jordan

[Intro]
What time is it?
Oh no
Oh no

7 a.m. when reality sets in
See last night we said and did some things
That we shouldn'ta did
I know the morning after's always harder
Than the night before for sure
Now we're lying here
Trying to figure what we're suppose to do
We're both wondering if we're getting back together
Or I'm leaving you
We had one drink too many one kiss too many
One "No don't you say another word" too many
And it led us to the morning after

Last night when the love was too strong
We couldn't fight it and you stayed
Just a little too long
So for now it's morning and yesterday's gone
But can we move on?

We ask ourselves "Why oh why" a thousand times, yeah
And separately, silently in our heads
We rehearse the lines
I had a nice time (So did I)
I gotta go now (Me too)
Hit my pager (Certainly)
Call me later (Most definitely)
And then we leave

Later on that day around six
I get a call from you
The slight tremble in your voice let me know
Something wasn't cool
And if I could turn bak the hands of time
I'd go back to yesterday before we lost our mind
To see if we'd do it all again

Last night when the love was too strong
We couldn't fight it and you stayed
Just a little too long
So for now it's morning and yesterday's gone
But can we move on?

Stay or leave, be strong or weak
Decisions, decisions
It all seems so easy
If I knew then what I know now
I'm sure that somehow we'd have no regrets

Last night when the love was too strong
We couldn't fight it and you stayed
Just a little too long
So for now it's morning and yesterday's gone
But can we move on?

Repeat 1 while:
See baby
Last night you just looked so damn good
Yes, you did
And I was a proud man, proud man
Yes I was

Last night when the love was too strong
We couldn't fight it and you stayed
Just a little too long
So for now it's morning and yesterday's gone
But can we move on?
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Writer: Joerg Evers, Juergen S. Korduletsch, Montell Du Sean Jordan, Darren Todd Benbow, Sergio G. Moore, Antoine B. Wilson, Brian O. Palmer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Songtrust Ave, RESERVOIR MEDIA MANAGEMENT INC, ST MUSIC LLC






All Or Nothing
by Athena Cage

Here's the chance of life, get ready, set, fly high.
Above the fear of your mind, go for it.
It's hit or miss, too late for you to quit.
You gotta show 'em how bad you really want this, so...

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream
on you're hopes you must lean,
From your fears, you have to ween yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

Are what you believe, you got to bring the heat.
Set the pace, competition take the lead.
This is it, all eyes on you.
So stay on point and prove,
that you deserve whats long overdue.

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream
on you're hopes you must lean,
From your fears, you have to ween yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

My heart is still recovering,
From the heartbreak of another kind,
I'm still drying my tears.
Getting over my own fears in my life.
So I wanna make sure this time that I'm strong enough,
To give it my all...

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream
on you're hopes you must lean,
From your fears, you have to ween yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream
on you're hopes you must lean,
From your fears, you have to ween yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work get the cream
on you're hopes you must lean,
From your fears, you have to ween yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

You gotta live your dreams,
So don't you be afraid.
Just set the pace, and take the lead,
It's your time to shine. please believe...
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Writer: SHERREE PATRICE FORD-PAYNE, SHANTE FRIERSON, ENCHANTE MINOR, ALEESE SIMMONS, ANDREA SIMMONS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group








Save the Last Dance is a 2001 American dance film produced by MTV Films, directed by Thomas Carter and distributed by Paramount Pictures. The film stars Julia Stiles and Sean Patrick Thomas as a teenage interracial couple in Chicago who work together to help Stiles's character train for a Juilliard School dance audition.

Released theatrically in the United States on January 12, 2001, the film received mixed reviews from critics. It was a box-office success and grossed $131.7 million worldwide against a $13 million budget.
-Wikipedia
Length: 59:27
Released: December 19th, 2000
Year: 2000

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