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Last night was the worst nightBeginning of the end
Or maybe it began
Before it here we go again
Things got so dramatic
Things got out of hand
We said words we couldn't imagine
I don't understand
There you go with the same old thing
When things go wrong you always seem to blame me
Now I would like to find what secrets hide in your mind
Where the end will go
Will I ever know.
So let's make this night the best night
It's time for second chance
Turn the beat up on repeat and we can start to dance
Sometimes when we talking words
Drowned on by the sound
Let's get back to touch and we'll get back on solid ground
Let's hold hands
Like a young romance
Let's first kiss like the moment we first did
Can we make love
Like back way in the day
We can lose control, baby don't say no
So will you come back to me
Heaven only knows
Make this night the best night
It's time for second chance
Turn the beat up on repeat and we can start to dance
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The first time we ever got a chance to be alone we knew,
That it was wrong to do,
I guess that's why I was drawn to you,
The 2nd time leads to the 3rd, the 4th, the 7th time,
I feel so alive, it won't last but it's alright,
Pleading joy and fading ecstasy, here it goes again oh,
Sneaking fruit from the forbidden tree, Sweet taste of sin,
And I'm doing it again; yes I'm doing it again,
Oh I'm doing it again, I said it would end but here it goes again,
This time you told me you saw me at the same hotel,
You said you knew me well, and I had a familiar smell,
You asked me how am I ever going to put my trust in you,
Like you want me to, cause I know what you're prone to do,
Accusations fly like bullets do, here it goes again oh,
But you know me because you're doing it too,
The cycle never ends, never ends,
Yet you're doing it again,
Oh you're doing it again,
Yes you're doing it again,
You said it would end but here it goes again,
And again, and again
Damn I love you, but this is crazy,
I have to fight you almost daily,
We break up so fast,
And we, we make up so passionately,
Why can't we just trust each ,
You can't hate me and be my lover,
Passion ends, and pains begins, I come back...
And we're doing it again,
Yes we're doing it again,
Oh we're doing it again,
We said it would end but
Here it goes again,
Each time you call me home in a sweet refrain,
Saying things will change, you'll take away the pain,
Then we flashback to the first time you put your spell on me,
You envelope me, you feel good as hell to me,
One moment leads to another few,
Here it goes again oh,
Oh leaving you is oh so hard to do,
I just can't pretend, can't pretend,
I keep doing it again, yes I'm doing it again,
Oh I'm doing it again,
I said it would end but here it goes again,
Again
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Some F.Y.I about me:
Name: Jayson aka biggrin a Game24
Birthdate: 08-24-77
Birthplace: Beaverfall Pa.
Current Location: Herndon Va.
Eye Color: Brown
Hair Color: Black
Height: 5'11"
Weight: 236
Piercings: no
Tatoos: no
Boyfriend/Girlfriend: Yes I have a Girlfrind......
Overused Phraze: N/A
FAVORITES:
Food: Steak,Hamburger
Candy: lemon drops
Number: 24
Color: Black
Animal: Pitt Bulls
Drink: Coke
Alcohol Drink: sometimes
Bagel: no
Letter: J
Body Part on Opposite sex: p***y,Tits
This or That
Pepsi or Coke: both
McDonalds or BurgerKing: burgerking
Strawberry or Watermelon: stawberry
Hot tea or Ice tea: icetea
Chocolate or Vanilla: vanilla
Hot Chocolate or Coffee: n/a
Kiss or Hug: kiss
Dog or Cat: dog
Rap or Punk: rap
Summer or Winter: summer
Scary Movies or Funny Movies: both
Love or Money: love
YOUR...
Bedtime: N/A
Most Missed Memory: Grandmother
Best phyiscal feature: Face
First Thought Waking Up:
Goal for this year: Find a girlfriend to turn in to a wife.
Best Friends: Jason Wideman
Weakness: nothing
Fears: nothing
Heritage: Black
Longest relationship: 8yrs
HAVE YOU...
Ever Drank: sometime
Ever Smoked: no
Pot: yes
Ever been Drunk: yes
Ever been beaten up: no
Ever beaten someone up: yes
Ever Shoplifted: no
Ever Skinny Dipped: no
Ever Kissed Opposite sex: no
Been Dumped Lately: yes
IN A GUY/GIRL
Favorite Eye Color: light
Favorite Hair Color: light brown
Short or Long: long
Height: 5'8" to 5'6"
Style: Sexy
Looks or Personality: both is nice
Hot or Cute both
Drugs and Alcohol: n/a
Muscular or Really Skinny: n/a
RANDOMS
Number of Regrets in the Past: 2
What country do you want to Visit: japan
How do you want to Die: n/a
Been to the Mall Lately: yes
Do you like Thunderstorms: sometimes
Get along with your Parents: sometimes
Health Freak: no
Do you think your Attractive: yes
Believe in Yourself: yes
Want to go to College: yes
Do you Smoke: no
Do you Drink: yes
Shower Daily: yes
Been in Love: yes
Do you Sing: sometime
Want to get Married: yes
Do you want Children: got some
Have your future kids names planned out: n/a
Age you wanna lose your Virginity: n/a
Hate anyone: n/a
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Game Doctor's Advocate Lyrics
[The Game]
Yo Bus, I think I got.... the answer to all my problems...
[Busta Rhymes]
The ******** you talkin' bout, n***a, what's that?
[The Game]
Belevedere... and Banana Snapple [hiccoughs]
[Busta Rhymes]
Look.... get your ********' a** up, n***a, you over here trippin' on yourself, n***a, you get in the ********' car, man, we gotta bounce, nig!
[The Game]
I'm a man... and most of these n***as, they don't know how to be a man... I got a son...
[Busta Rhymes]
The ******** you talkin about, n***a, come on, n***a, let's take yo' a** to the crib, n***a, you tired, n***a. And put the drink down, n***a! We gotta go, n***a!
[The Game]
One more shot....
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like la, la, la....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, la, la, la...
[The Game]
[Verse 1]
Dre, I didn't mean to turn my back on you,
But I'm a man, and sometimes a man do, what he gotta do,
Remember, I'm from Compton too,
I saw you and Eazy in 'em so I started wearing Khaki suits,
I was 12, smoking chronic, in '92,
I had a choice, be like Mike, or be like you,
I made a choice, now it's be Crip, or be Piru,
Whatever I was, I was banging Gin and Juice,
Never knew back then, I'd be friends with Snoop,
Now I gotta keep it gangsta cuz it's in my roots,
So I owe you my life, when I betrayed you,
I tried to think of what the ********, Eminem might do.
If every n***a hated him, for that black b***h track,
And n***as stopped bumping Dre after Dee Barnes got slapped,
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like la, la, la....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, la, la, la...
[The Game]
[Verse 2]
I never said thank you, and I took it for granted,
You let me in your house and made me a part of your family,
Now I'm eating with you, Eve and Busta Rhymes,
I wasn't star-struck, I was just glad to be signed,
And even though sometimes I run loose,
You still my homeboy, Doc, I'd take a bullet for you,
I'm not asking you to take my side in the beef,
But you told me it was okay to say '******** the police!',
Now it's my turn to carry the torch,
And I still got the chain that you wore on the cover o' The Source,
Remember when we got drunk to do Start From Scratch?
I told you you was like a father to me, I meant that!
Sitting here looking at my platinum plaques,
Thinking 'What the ******** am I without a Dr. Dre track?'
When Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like la, la, la....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, la, la, la...
[Busta Rhymes]
[Verse 3]
See when the world is on your shoulders, and the stress grows bigger,
The fire in him made it difficult to talk to the n***a,
Most of the time I let him know, I don't agree with what he do,
But he a hard-head, Dre, that's why I'm talkin' to you,
See when I first met my n***a, son was laying in the cut,
Type reserved, homie was quiet and kept his mouth shut,
Until you told him to spit for me, he flippin' from the gut,
I dug his spirit, and I thought the dude was talented as ********,
And as time went on, and he was working with the finest,
I saw the pressure start to build so I gave additional guidance,
You gave him something that could make or break a n***a you should face it,
So big I don't even think he was ready to embrace it,
With the potential to be a strong n***a with conviction,
The only problem was our little n***a wouln't listen,
But when Doc say it's a wrap, it's a rap,
It's still Aftermath, and ain't nuttin' after that!
[Chorus]
I didn't mean to walk away,
But I hear every word they say,
I guess my mind just drew a blank,
Like La, la, la....
Now I'm sitting in this goddamn cage,
Reminiscing about my day,
Wit' your blood all over my slate,
As the devil says, La, la, la...
[Busta Rhymes]
Aiyo, Game... Aiyo Game! Wake up, n***a!
[The Game]
I'm up man, I'm up...
[Busta Rhymes]
We at your crib, n***a, get the ******** outta the car, n***a, get up, man!
[The Game]
This ain't my house... my house is.... is green!
[Busta Rhymes]
The ******** you talk- look, come on, n***a, let's go man, let me walk you up to the... come on... n***a where the keys at, n***a we need to open your door, n***a!
[The Game]
I got love for you, Bus', you my n***a...
[Busta Rhymes]
Nig get in the ******** bed, n***a, go to sleep, n***a, you tired, n***a. And don't ******** drink like that no more, man, you ******** look like Ned the Wino, you drunk ********...
[The Game]
Just goin to the studio...
[Busta Rhymes]
(Laughing) Go to sleep, n***a...
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Rap Lyric Translations so that upper class can understand
Lyrics:
First things first, I poppa, freaks all the honeys
Dummies - playboy bunnies, those wantin money
Those the ones I like cause they dont get nathan
But penetration, unless it smells like sanitation
Garbage, I turn like doorknobs
Heart throb, never, black and ugly as ever
However, I stay coochied down to the socks
Rings and watch filled with rocks
TRANSLATION:
As a general rule, I perform deviant sexual acts with women of all kinds, including but not limited to those with limited intellect, nude magazine models, and prostitutes. I particularly enjoy sexual encounters with the latter group as they are generally disappointed in the fact that they only receive penile intercourse and nothing more, unless of course, they douche on a consistent basis. Although I am extremely unattractive, I am able to engage in these types of sexual acts with some regularity. Perhaps my sexuality is somehow related to my fancy and expensive jewelry.
Lyrics:
And my jam knock in the Mitsubishi
Girls pee pee when they see me, Nava-hoes creep me in they tee pee
As I lay down laws like I lay carpet
Stop it - if you think your gonna make a profit
TRANSLATION:
I enjoy playing my music loudly on my car stereo. Apparently, women enjoy this also because they become sexually aroused when they see me driving. Oddly enough, when I visit the Native American reservations, some of the more sexually promiscuous Indian women attempt to seduce me in their homes. Their intent is to divest me of my earnings. Such actions are unacceptable.
Lyrics:
Dont see my ones, dont see my guns - get it
Now tell ya friends Poppa hit it then split it
In two as I flow with the Junior Mafia
I dont know what the hells stoppin ya
Im clockin ya - Versace shades watchin ya
Once ya grin, Im in game, begin
TRANSLATION:
Understand this fact: you can have neither my money, nor my weapons. I suggest that you inform your peers that we engaged in violent sexual acts. Currently, I am rapping with my associates, the Junior Mafia. Im having some difficulty understanding why you refuse to approach me. I am attempting to make eye contact with you through my expensive glasses, and as soon as you respond with a smile, I will approach you.
Lyrics:
First I talk about how I dress and this
And diamond necklaces - stretch Lexuses
The sex is just immaculate from the back I get
Deeper and deeper - help ya reach the
Climax that your man cant make
Call and tell him youll be home real late
Lets sing the break
TRANSLATION:
I prefer to open the conversation with light banter about my wardrobe and jewelry, then I like to discuss my collection of expensive cars. This is more than enough to convince you to have sexual intercourse with me. I am able to insert my p***s further into you when I enter you from behind. Furthermore, you will be able to reach orgasm. I understand this to be a problem with your current sexual partner. He neednt be concerned about your whereabouts. Please phone him and inform him that you wont be home for a while. By the way, please sing the chorus of the song for me also.
Lyrics:
Shes sick of that song on how its so long
Thought he worked his until I handled my biz
There I is - major pain like Damon Wayans
Low down dirty even like his brother Keenan
Schemin - dont bring your girl round me
True player for real, ask Puff Daddy
TRANSLATION:
Your current love interest no longer wishes to hear your fabrications about the length of your member. After I had sexual intercourse with your woman, she became enlightened as to the proper way it is supposed to be performed; violently and immorally. It would be in your best interest to keep your woman away from me as my sexual prowess is very strong. If you are unconvinced, ask Puff Daddy.
Lyrics:
You - ringin bells with bags from Chanel
Baby Benz, traded in your Hyundai Excel
Fully equipped, CD changer with the cell
She beeped me, meet me at twelve
TRANSLATION:
Despite the fact that you attempted to win her at her doorstep with bags full of expensive clothes and a car (the lower end model Mercedes Benz which you financed by signing over your current vehicle) containing an expensive stereo and a cellular phone, your woman has contacted me through my pager indicating that we should rendezvous at midnight.
Lyrics:
Where you at? Flippin jobs, playin car notes?
While Im swimmin in ya women like the breast stroke
Right stroke, left stroke whats the best stroke
Death stroke - tongue all down her throat
Nuthin left to do but send her home to you
Im through - can ya sing the song for me, boo?
TRANSLATION:
You, on the other hand, jump from job to job, barely able to maintain payments on the Mercedes Benz you purchased for your woman. Meanwhile, I continue to engage in sexual intercourse and commit lewd osculatory acts with your women. My only remaining option is to request that she leave my home and return to you because I have reached orgasm and no longer have a need for her presence.
Lyrics:
So, whats it gonna be? Him or me?
We can cruise the world with pearls
Gator boots for girls
The envy of all women, crushed linen
Cartier wrist-wear with diamonds in em
The finest women I love with a passion
Ya mans a wimp, I give that a** a good thrashin
TRANSLATION:
The ultimate decision rests with you. Whom do you choose as your sexual partner. I can take you on cruises around the world. I will dress you in the finest jewelry and footwear. You will be envied by women worldwide in your fine clothes and jewelry. There is a special place in my heart for beautiful women. I will defeat your man in an altercation because he is effeminate.
Lyrics:
High fashion - flyin into all states.
Sexin me while your man masturbates.
Isnt this great? Your flight leaves at eight.
Her flight lands at nine, my game just rewinds.
Lyrically Im supposed to represent.
Im not only the client, Im the player president
TRANSLATION:
You will be dressed in finest clothes on the runways of Paris. I will fly you to every state to shop for fine clothes and jewelry. You will enjoy sexual intercourse with me and your man will be forced to pleasure himself through manual stimulation. What a life! Ill return you to LaGuardia in time to catch your 8 oclock flight. The timing is perfect because I have scheduled a date with a second woman who arrives at the same gate at 9 oclock. Ill seduce her in the same way that I seduced you. I rap well and I am a positive reflection of my home town. Not only am I a sexually deviant, misogynistic, immoral, wealthy, male prostitute, but I also sit on the board of directors of the organization that governs others of my kind.
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Dre, I see dead people
[variations of "blood"]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
Yo, Dre
Thought I was dead
West...Coast
One Blood [x4]
[Verse 1]
I'm the Doctor's Advocate, ***** Dre shot ya
Brought me back from the dead, that's why they call him the doctor
The (after)'math gon' drop them
And 50 ain't rockin' with him
No more, IT'S OKAY (mimicking Scarface), I get it poppin'
Whole club rockin'
Like a '64 impala
Drink cris, throw it up
Call the s**t hydraulics
Then piss in the cup
Call the s**t hypnotic
I bleed Compton {Brrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt}
Spit crack and s**t chronic
And you new niggaz ain't s**t
But new niggaz
Bathing Ape Shoe [?] niggaz
I'm talkin' ta you, *****
Bouncin' in da '64 throwin' up West Side, man
Sellin' another 5 million albums, YES I AM
Fresh like damn
This ***** did it again
A hundred thousand on his neck, L.A. above the brim
Inside the lambo(rghini), shotgun with Snoop
What would the ********' West Coast be without one crip and {One Blood}?
[Chorus]
One Blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One Blood [x4]
[Verse 2]
I'm from the West Side of the '64 Impala
Where niggaz say "Where you from?" we'll never say "Holla"
Bandanna on the right side
Gun on the left side {Brrrrrrrrrraaaaaaaaaaaaaaattt}
Niggaz in New York, know how to throw up the West Side
Word to Eazy
I'm so ill, believe me
I made room for Jeezy
But the rest of you niggaz better be glad you breathin'
All I need is one reason
I'm the king, and Dre said it, the West Coast need me
I don't know why you niggaz keep tryin' me
Everybody know that I'm the add to the Aftermath dynasty
And I ain't gotta make s**t for the club
What DJ gon' turn down the .38 snub?
You 38 and you still rappin' uhh
I'm 26 *****, so is the dubs (inches)
On the '07 Hummer
Hop out, no bodyguards
When the chronic smoke clear all you gon' see is {One Blood}
[Chorus]
One Blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One Blood [x4]
[Verse 3]
I ain't got beef with 50, no beef with Jay
What's beef when you gettin' head in the 6-tray?
And the double game chain, I keep 'em on display
Black T-shirt, so all you see is the A (aftermath)
Turn on the TV, and all you see is the A (Atlanta)
You niggaz better make up a dance and try to get radio play
Keep on Snappin' Your Fingers , I ain't going away
I don't regret what I spit, 'cuz I know what I say
And niggaz keep talkin' about me, they don't know when to stop
I got the Louis Vuitton belt buckle, holdin' tha glock
No beam, no silencer, I know when to pop
Wait 'til Lil' Jon come on and left off a shot
I have the number 1 Billboard spot {Yeah! Hahahaha}
Niggaz stepped on my fingers, and I climb right back to the top
I'm BIG, I'm Cube, I'm NaS, I'm 'Pac
This ain't s**t but a warnin' 'til my album drop
[Chorus]
One Blood [x4]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One Blood [x8]
Blood, Blood, Blood, Blood-Blood-Blood [x3]
One Blood [x4]
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I was a terror since the public school era
Bathroom passes, cuttin classes, squeezing asses
Smoking blunts was a daily routine
Since thirteen, a chubby ***** on the scene
I used to have the tre` duce
And the duce duce in my bubblegoose
Now i got the mack in my knapsack
Loungin' black, smoking sacks up in acts
And sidekicks with my sidekicks rockin fly kicks
Honeys want to chat
But all we wanna know is "Where the party at?"
And can i bring my gat?
If not, I hope I don't get shot
But i throw my vest on my chest
'Cause niggaz is a mess
It don't take nothin' but frontin'
For me to start somethin'
Buggin' and barkin' at niggaz like i was duck huntin'
Dumbing out, just me and my crew
Cause all we wanna do is...
Chorus:
Party... And bullshit, and... (x9)
Hugs from the honeys, Pounds from the roughnecks
Seen my man Sei that I knew from the projects
Said he had beef, asked me if I had my peice
Sure do, two .22's in my shoes
Holler if you need me love i'm in the house
Roam and strollin' see what the honeys is about
Moet popping, hoe hopping, ain't no stopping Big Poppa, I'm a BAD BOY
Niggaz wanna front, who got your back? (BIGGIE!)
Niggaz wanna flex, who got the gat? (BIGGIE!)
It ain't hard to tell I'm the east coast overdoser
***** you scared you're supposed to
***** I toast ya, put fear in your heart
******** up the party before it even start
Pissy drunk, off the Henny and stuff
Or some brand-nubian s**t beatin' down punks!
Chorus
Bitches in the back looking righteous
In a tight dress, i think i might just
Hit her with a little Biggie 101, How to tote a gun
And have fun with Jamaician rum
Conversations, blunts in rotation
My man Big Jacques got the glock in his waist and
we're smoking, drinking, got the hooker thinking
If money smell bad than this ***** Biggie stinking
Is it my charm? I got the hookers eatin out my palm
She grabbed my arm and said "Let's leave calm"
I'm hittin' skins again
Rolled up another blunt, bought a Heineken
Niggaz start to loke out, a kid got choked out
Blows was thrown and a ******** fight broke out
[Music stops, indecipherable sounds of people yelling and arguing,
Biggie breaks it up yelling "Yo chill, man, chill!"]
Can't we just all get along?
So i can put hickies on her chest like Li'l Shawn
Get her pissy drunk off of Don Perrignon
And it's on, and I'm gone
that's that.
[Chorus w/ Puff talking after selected lines]
Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Party.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bullshit.)
and Party... and Bullshit, (Yea... Junior Mafia likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Uptown likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Bad Boy likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Brooklyn Crew likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
and Party... and Bullshit, (Third Eye likes that.)
and Party... and Bullshit,
[Repeats until fade out
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"My afro blows in three-hundred sixty degrees
So this makes me, the light skinned Richard Roundtree
Vocabularies very, loquacious
And gregarious, pump that too, go grab the dictionary"
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