Lil' Mama G-slide/Tour Bus

Lil' Mama G-slide/Tour Bus (New)
Uploaded by foxysoul

Lil' Mama G-slide Tour Bus Lyrics

If my sister tour bus, ride through your town
You're gonna have a problem, tell um Lil' Mama.

Uh uh, no way, you can show me how.(x2)
Uh uh, no way, you can show me how
You can show me how
To G-slide

Lil' Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide
Let's Go!

Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)

Lil' Mama get it poppin' puttin' work
G-slide for me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)
G-slide with me (Hey)

When I pop up on the track it's like
Whoop)
there's it is
From the block parties to house parties
I gets it in
I'ma bump my bees and knees
that's exactly what I meant
Young beats from the east
So you know I puts it in
I'm that ghetto gorgeous gangsta girl
bout to fly g-slide international (you know)
By the way I bounce on the track (Ya Know)
You ain't never seen a girl like this (Oh no)
My whole team fly high
We ride high till we die die
Run into dudes who be
Yappin and always trying to get by
But I don't hear it
goes in one ear and out the other
Told him how to G-slide and told his motha
Get get down big Mama'
I can dig it, you got it
But when my block starts the G
A stampede slide'n

Lil' Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide
Let's Go!

Lil' Mama get it poppin' putt in work (I put it work)x3
Lil' Mama get it poppin' putt in work (Hey!)

New shirt (New shirt)
New kicks (New kicks)
New Pants
G-slide the new dance
No auto maw
[G-slide Tour Bus lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

We live in the new times
Lil' ma musta artist
familars the new grind


More money, more money
More shine
She the princess of the city
I'm her son boy shine
chocolate dimes
Shorty got cake like uh
Duncan Hines, come on G-slide

Callin' me T in da hood cuz i bring da pain daddy
And when its time to put it down I make it rain daddy
That mean you got to feel me
Cause I'm might make it flo
And if your G-slide slow
You better pick it up
G-slide with me
Be shy do it
See shorty lookin' at me from the side viewin'
I'm 'bout to hook him up
And show him how to do it
Slide right, slide left
Take ya time do it (hey)

Lil' Mama tour bus might ride through your town
Take her time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide
Let's Go!

Lil' mama get it poppin
Stand on the streets so the people yell
Just lookin' at me like
No fair, I'm here, No fair
And my heart nip none of you girlz
I bet you verse me make no losses
I switch verses like sauces
like prego so be cautious
She so hot
When I bubble im bound to poppin'
and if you tip and try to touch
May end up with red spots
When it's hot, then it's hot
If it's ain't, then it's not
no way you gone come for
dIS NUMERO UNO spot
Cause I spot little creatures trying to turn beast (turn beast)
Go feast
They vegetarians I'm red meat(meat)
And it's no way dey could see me
why i do it for tv
In the hood
In the hood
Is probably where my bus be

Lil' Mama tour bus may ride through your town
Take her time, show you how
To do the G-slide, let me show you how
To G-slide

Soulja Boy Ft. Arab - YAHHH

Soulja Boy Ft. Arab - YAHHH [NEW]
Uploaded by RealGangsta01

Soulja Boy YAHHH! Lyrics
Featuring: Arab

Hey, Dem 30/30 Boyz, Soulja Boy and Arab
We got somthin new for y'all
When somebody be in your face
Just on your nerves, talkin and talkin
And you just don't wanna hear it
Just be like "yahhh, trick, yahhh!"

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I...?) Yahhh, trick , Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really ...) Yahhh, trick, Yahhh!

(colli park...) Yah, Yah, trick, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I ...) yahhh, yahhh, trick!

Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you about the life
And how you live when you is a star
Every single place you go
The people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, and everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake, or want a high five
And these ugly girls always got a friend
That wants to talk to you
(snitch, Yahhh, Yahhh, Trick And your friend, Yahhh, Yahhh Too!)
Ain't got time for chitchat
I'm tryin to get this money
So get up out my face
You doo-doo head dommy

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I...?) Yahhh, trick , Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really ...) Yahhh, trick, Yahhh!

(colli park...) Yah, Yah, trick, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I ...) yahhh, yahhh, trick!

[YAHHH! lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]

Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Dawg, get out my face, Im startin to get mad
Walkin up
(Soulja Boy, Can I have your autograph?) trick, Yahhh, trick!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I'm sittin at the house and shawty man i can't sleep
Leave me alone , before I have to knock your lights out
(Hey Soulja Boy, when that new stacks on deck cd comin out?)
snitch, Yahhh, trick!
snitch, Yahhh, trick!
snitch, Yahhh, Ya, Yah, Ya, Yahh, Ya, trick!!!

[chorus]

(Hey, SoulJa Boy, can I...?) Yahhh, trick , Yahhh!

(Yo, Arab, I really ...) Yahhh, trick, Yahhh!

(colli park...) Yah, Yah, trick, yah yahhh!

(Yeah, I was wonderin, can I ...) yahhh, yahhh, trick!

Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face,
Get out my face (Yahhh!)

Hey soulja boy man i love those sneakers man
Me and my brother man were diggin ya man
Man im the king of ur fan club man
I mean we saw u one day and we were like
That guy hes gonna hes gonna make it
Man I was on ur myspace man
yahhh yahhh yahhh yahh[[x2]]
Trick don't u get shutup yahh yahh yahh
Yahhh yahhh yahhh yahhh[[x2]]
Y-a-h-h-h yahhh yahhh yahhh
I still like ur sneakers though [[totally]]

Teardrops On My Guitar

Taylor Swift - Teardrops On My Guitar (avec tyler hilton)
Uploaded by abessolo

TAYLOR SWIFT LYRICS

"Teardrops On My Guitar"

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needing everything that we should be
I'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about
And she's got everything that I have to live without

Drew talks to me, I laugh cause it's so damn funny
That I can't even see anyone when he's with me
He says he's so in love, he's finally got it right,
I wonder if he knows he's all I think about at night

[Chorus:]

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do

Drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly,
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
She'd better hold him tight, give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky cause

[Repeat Chorus]

So I drive home alone, as I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down and maybe
Get some sleep tonight

He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only one who's got enough of me to break my heart
He's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do
He's the time taken up, but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into..

Drew looks at me, I fake a smile so he won't see.