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50 Cent – Ayo Technology

admin — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 13:17:12 +0000

Something special,
Unforgetable,
50 Cent (cent),
Justin (tin),
Timbaland (land), god damn (damn)

She she, she want it, I want to give it to her
She know that, its right here for her
I want to, see you break it down
Im ballin, thrown money around

Verse 1 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

She work it girl, she work the pole
She break it down, she take it low
She fine as hell, she about the dough
She doing her thing out on the floor
Her money money, she makin makin
Look at the way she shakin shakin
Make you want to touch it, make you want to taste it
Have you lustin for her, go crazy face it
Now dont stop, get it, get it
The way she shakin make you want to hit it
Think she double jointed from the way she splitted
Got youre head f**ked up from the way she did it
Shes so much more than youre used to
She knows just how to move to seduce you
She gone do the right thing and touch the right spot
Dance in youre lap till youre ready to pop

She always ready, when you want it she want it
Like a nympho, the info, I show you where to meet her
On the late night, till daylight the club jumpin
If you want a good time, she gone give you what you want

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):

let me talk to ya

Baby youre so new age, you like my new craze
Lets get together maybe we can start a new phase
The smokes got the club all hazy, spotlights dont do you justice baby
Why dont you come over here, you got me saying

Aayooh
Im tired of using technology, why dont you sit down on top of me

Aayooh
Im tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

(timbaland)
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you
Your hips, your thighs, they got me hypnotized, let me tell you

Verse 2 (50 Cent & Justin Timberlake):

Got a thing for that thing she got
The way she make it shake, the way she make it pop
Make it rain for us so she dont stop
I aint got to move, I can sit and watch
In her fantasy, theres plain to see
Just how it be, on me, backstrokin, sweat soaking
All into my set sheets
When she ready to ride, Im ready to roll
Ill be in this bitch till the club close
What should I do, one thing on all fours
Now that that shit should be against the law
From side to side, let the ride, break it down (down down)
You know I like, when you hike and you throw it all around
Different style, different move, damn I like the way you move
Girl you got me thinking about, all the things I do to you
Lets get it poppin shorty we can switch positions
From the couch to the counters in my kitchen

Chorus (Justin Timberlake):

let me talk to ya

Aayooh
Im tired of using technology, why dont you sit down on top of me
Aayooh
Im tired of using technology, I need you right in front of me

Ooh, she wants it, uh uh, she wants it
Ooh, she wants it, uh uh (soo), I got to give it to her

50 Cent – I Get Money

admin — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 13:15:46 +0000

I get money, I get money, I get I get I get money (50)

Chorus:
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah)
Money I got, money is got (I run New York!)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (I I get it)
I get money, money is got (Yeah yeah)
Money is got, money is got (I run New York!)

Verse 1:
I take quarter water sold it in bottles for 2 bucks,
But Coca-Cola came and bought it
For billions, what the f**k?
Have a baby by me; baby
Be a millionaire
I write the check before the baby comes,
Who the f**k cares?
I’m stanky rich
Ima die tryna spend this shit
Southsides up in in this bitch
Yeah I smell like the vault
I used to sell dope
I did play the block
Now I play on boats
In the south of France
Baby, St. Tropez
Get a tan? Im already black
Rich? Im already that
Gangsta, get a gat
Hit a head in a hat
Call that a riddle rap
Shit, f**k the chitter chat
Im the baker, i bake the bread
The barber, i cut ya head
The marksman, i spray the lead
I blood clot, chop ya leg
Do not f**k with the kid
I get biz wit the cigg
I come where you live
Ya dig!

Verse 2:
You can call this my new shit
But it aint new though
I got rid of my old bitch
Now i got new hoes
First is was the Benzo
Now I’m in the Enzo, Ferrari, Im sorry!
I keep blowin up! (Oh!!)
They call me the cake man
The strawberry shake man
I spray the AR
Make your whole click breakdance
Backspin, headspin, flatline, ya dead then
9 shells, Mach 10,
who wan get it crackin?!

I was young, i couldnt do good
Now i cant do bad
I ride, wreck the new Jag
I just buy the new Jag
Now nigga why you mad?
Oh you cant do that
Im so forgetful, they callin me cocky
I come up out the jeweler, they callin me Rocky
Its the ice on my neck man, the wrists and my left hand
Bling like BLAOW
You like my style
Ha ha im headin to the bank right now

Yeah, I talk the talk, and I walk the walk
Like a teflon Don, boy i run New York
When i come outta court, yea i pop the Cork
I keep it gangsta, have ya outlined in chalk
I I get it,
In the hood if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya im bout my bread
I I get it,
Round the world if ya ask about me
Theyll tell ya they love the kid
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
I I get it,
Whoa Hey..
Yeah, yeah,
Whoa Hey..
I run New York!
Whoa..
I get money, money is got
Im back on the streets man,
I get money, money is got
Im bringin the heat man,
I get money, money is got
Im on my grind,
Money I got, money is got
Like all the time,
I get money, money is got
Tryna stop my shine,
I get money, money is got
Ill cock my 9
Dont get outta line,
Money I got, money is got
I said dont get outta line
I I get it..
I I get it..
Yeah, yeah

50 Cent – I Get It In

admin — Sat, 17 Jan 2009 13:13:50 +0000

Intro
Yeah
Na-na-na-na
Yeah
Na-na-na-na

Bridge
Now me im the life of the party
A little bit of juice little bit of the gin
A little bit of Mo et play bottles of the Rose
Feel a little buzz then im gettin it in..
Now me I get it in, I get it in..
Me i get it in, I get it in..
Now me I get it in, I get it in..
Me i get it in, I get it in..

Verse
Look as soon as i step in the club i swear my nigga you can feel the attention shift
Started around twelve ended up around two i better leave with more hoes than i came here with
I cant be responsible for what i say or i do when i talk intoxicated
Shorty say i told her i love her i put her out the next mornin sayin bitch i must have been faded
I dont know what you heard about me but the word about me that im no trick im no sucker im no chump
I be in the VIP with my niggaz round me sayin yall can have whatever you want..

Chorus
Me i get it in
Sunday, Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Thats Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in..
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink

Verse
I hate to say i told you so, but i told you so, i go hard when its time to play
Shorty get to droppin it low, like the dancers do, in the Go-Go in front of me
She know i like to see her dance she get to breakin it down we get the bouncin outta control
Because i got a hell of a flow we got paper to blow my whole clique pop bottles galore
Its no secret the hood done peeped it when we come through son we look like bread
My 89 grind make my old nine shine like we been movin bricks round this bitch for years
I say i get it in its because i get it in, now shorty there a eight but her friend near a ten
I finna spend my G she fuck with me im into win, im cooler than her ma then we do this shit again

Chorus
Me i get it in
Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday
Thats Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday we get it in
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink
I need a drink, give me a drink
I need a drink, shorty give me a drink

Bridge-
Na-na-na-na-Now me im the life of the party
A little bit of juice little bit of the gin
A little bit of Mo et play bottles of the Rose
Feel a little buzz then im gettin it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me i get it in, I get it in
Now me I get it in, I get it in
Me i get it in, I get it in