Jermaine Dupri Lyrics

Jermaine Dupri Lyrics

"Don't Hate on Me Lyrics"

Closedown Lyrics
I am a product of the sixth degree Don't you wish that you were me I go for a walk and then I watch TV 'Til it's time to have my tea I watch all the adverts splashed on my screen But they don't mean a thing to me It's a joke it's a scream a rotten scheme So I close my eyes and dream Hey hey hey I'm sitting in a night-club Hey hey hey I'm drinking champagne Hey hey hey somebody calls me it's closedown time

Feat Da Brat, Krayzie Bone & Dee Money
[Da Brat talking]

[Chorus]
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x

[Krayzie Bone]
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this
To the ??? to mother, tell me who the thuggest in this motherfucker
What you niggas really wanna do? Big ballers flossin'
Niggas wanna beat so they got to be talkin'
Oh let me give them what they say and run 'em in they face
What they say? "Oh nothin'"
Buster, hit'em in they shit anyway (hey)
That's how we play, stil thuggin' ain't a thing change
Still the same name, love the face
Real, real niggas, that's all I gotta say
You fuckin' with the re
I Will Wait for You Lyrics
If I seem impatient... pardon me Someone's in the way of....our destiny And I don't know how long you'll be Or if or when you'll be set free If you can hold out I can too I will wait for you I will wait if it takes forever As long as you want me to In this life or the next one after I will wait for you Time is wasting... let's get eye to eye Does he make you happy... can he satisfy I dion't kn
al, you ball to get gusted
Really, the real ain't shit to be fucked wit'
Protected by the niner, when you careful
The nigga the trigger finger itchy fixin' to make you duck the whloe flock
Make a nigga close shop, sho nuff
Showstopper, fuckin' 'em up with diesel
What's pumpin' the shotgun?
Real neccesary cause all we want is a little respect
That's all we want but nigga, you don't feel me
Krazyie crazy, maybe insane hangin' with JD
Little rip done slip the clip into the gat, rat-tat-tat
Just like that

[Da Brat]
I ain't fixin' to be the bitch to procastinatin'
Niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake
Go through whatever drastic measures I hafta take
Make a motherfucker masterbate, the hotter I get the more hate
Some of you hoes is overrated with flows
The salvate'll take'em to the rehab and get'em re-instated
My lyrical content
Stop My Heart Lyrics
It didn't have to be obscene To stop my heart with fantasy It's beautiful, but All I want is you It didn't have to be so complete You could have left Some room for Mystery When I turn out the light All I see is you I can hardly wait In the place where I've been waiting From the start Will I find a place to Stop my heart You didn't have to be so mean You could have held me as I Search
send other bitches to convents
Pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense
Been the bomb since '74 Aries
I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me
He want to get in between the sheets
Leave the wallet and the keys for me
I ain't persuaded easily but if he spend the cheese for me
Nigga, we can fuck free frequently
You study me, but another me could never be sold
Broke the most 6-0-6-4-4
When niggas'll haul off and hit ya with the sawed off
Seen plenty motherfuckers fall off with they jaws off
When I'm finished droppin' 'em al off on the west side of Chi, I'm ridin' high
Thinkin' of way to make it through the major of the paper chase
Slidin' by, keep a luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die

[Chorus]
[Dee Money Verse 3]
See everywhere I go, I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuffed
I'm flyin' on out of what?
Squeez-wax Lyrics
There is a wait and that's what hurt Makes it happen, fill the gap It spreads her hair all about My steps If I do it slow No, no threats No, no fights No fantasies Lucy I hurry back to make him feel Lucy, Lucy, Lucy I have to make him feel better Lucy, Lucy, Lucy And oh, I know, no I can't Freshness You amaze me No, no threats No, no fights No fantasies Lucy (x2) H
Iced up and all the hoes wanna fuck
Knockin' bitches and that nigga got cake stacked up, packed up
Everything I touch, gold and platinum, what?
Niggas can't fuck with us
Like Busta Bust, we dangerous
And you know that if I peel I got mo'
Y'all peel, it's gone, that's why the ice grill on
When the wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner
Back and forth, like "fuck that little guy"
Don't worry bout me, you need to worry bout yo' goddamn self
How you shit on shelf and how you sit around
Wishin' that a nigga would sign to So So Def
I'm a 9th ward soulja
Never been known to play with
Can't none of y'all see me, so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit
With all your paper-hatin', paper-hatin' and your bad looks
What y'all need to do is shut up
And take heed to what my nigga sayin' in the hook

[Chorus til end]