I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
See me when I walk in, ain't nothin' to it
Brought ten stacks to the back, then threw it
Make it rain, ain't a thang
When it come to money I got it, man
You the next best thang, I'm the hottest, mayne
You talk that shit, I'm 'bout it, mayne
We way over here, up out your range
Don't try to be G, that's not your thang
You try me G, that Glock gon' bang
K I N G, that's not gon' change
I'm rich, bitch, I don't care about no fame
'Cause if all else fails, I got cocaine
Still see me all on TV wit it
Still in da hood what ya need he get it
Dough low 44, see me wit it
If a nigga runnin' up best believe he get it
See us in da club, nigga, we be trippin'
Niggas rap 'bout that shit we livin'
7 or 8 stacks on 2 or 3 bitches
Sucka niggas over there hatin', we chillin'
I ran out of ones, so go back get more
Say shawty, bend it over back, real slow
Jack dat ass up, grab that pole
Show me you 'bout that action, hoe
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
Eeenie, meenie, miny, moe
I'm lookin' for the direction this money 'bout to go
I'm 'bout ta blow, we pop bottles
Me and the whole clique certified shot callas
Blow top dollas
Got this bitch jumpin' off the chain like Rottweilers
5000 ones, throw 'em then stop
See I'm lookin' for the baddest bitch
Splurge for a second when I'm done you can have this bitch
5000, 10,000, 20
Ones in my hand, that's good money
Ones in my fan, we get money
She pop that thang, she get that
That money's fallin' like rain
I'm VIP that's champagne
I'm K I D do my thang
And yes, indeed, I got change
Or shall I say I got paper
Stacked money tall as skyscrapers
Hater's you fly I fly paper
She pop that thang she get that
She make it hot like wasabi
Look at that body on mommy
She probably stand right beside me
And I tsunami lil' mommy
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
They call me Young, my money long
I make it rain, now loose your thong
Now loose your bottoms, now loose your tops
You saw what I just spent, I could've bought a watch
I could've bought a car, maybe a couple bricks
I send my hood bitch the fifths on a shoppin' trip
5000 ones, ya you know young wit it
So high up in the air, she need a flight to go get it
Still Mr. Magic City, you know no replacements
This is what I do I got a pole in my basement
If I can make it to Onyx, I bring Onyx to the condo
Call lil' bro bring me 20 grand pronto
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
They can't hold it, no, they can't hold it, no
It's the Twista and can't nobody hold him
The money the stacks that we makin' you can't fold 'em
Get love in the strip club
Gotta nigga feeling so freaky they askin' is you roamin'
Yeah, makin' it rain is automatic when
She's askin if you trickin' you got it
Pimpin' is a habit from Twista magic city
And the muthafuckin' betta bet not bitch about it
Steady stackin' paper that's the reason we be throwin' it up
Dollas at the coke, they slang d
Really lil' mamma all over Dj Drama
And T.I. Joc and Nelly when we in da club
I'ma pop a couple of bottles and I'ma start that good shit up
Got 5000 ones and I'm about to throw it up
Sip on some that Patron
I'ma 'bout put a hundred on one of them thongs
Gotta cup a lil' somethin' 'cause I pay the bill
Still money ain't shit, I make major deal
Better ring the alarm, here come the paper
Twista comin' in the club when I get I pop a lot
When she come up wit a fatty I gladly tip her
Jazze, tell 'em what I got
I got 5000 ones, lookin' for the baddest bitch in the club
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I got 5000 ones when I see her pimp, I'm throwin' it up
I'm lookin' for her, I'm lookin' for her
I'm lookin' for her I'm lookin' for her
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold
Stacks so fat rubber bands can't hold it, no
So I'll admit that it all started as a scam
'Cos every girl wanted you and a year round tan
We know you're old but you're kind
You're rich and your heart is dicky
Yes I knew that you wanted me
And he said
Hey love how are you fixed
We'll meet at ten past now it's quarter to six
We'll spend the whole night making love on the sofa
It may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to
And then we both settled down to our favourite meal
D'you fancy veal parmesan and a case of warm Chianti
Pass my bag I picked up that bra you fancied
Yes I knew that you wanted me
Oh we knew it couldn't last
And we should have left it long before
One great year and one for luck
And like all good things you soon wanted more
You were always so polite
I think I loved you
And I said
Hey love I'm making it easy on us
I'll leave and a few of our dreams turn to dust
All night making love on your sofa
And it may sound funny but he wasn't supposed to
Summer '92 I remember it clearly
When he choked on the olive in his dry martini
There was dismay from friends he was close to
Necesito alguien que me emparche un poco
y que limpie mi cabeza.
Que cocine guisos de madre, postres de abuela
y torres de caramelo.
Que ponga tachuelas en mis zapatos
para que me acuerde que voy caminando
y que cuelgue mi mente de una soga
hasta que se seque de problemas y me lleve.
Y que este en mi cama viernes y domingo
para estar en su alma todos los demás
días de mi vida.
Y que me quiera cuando estoy, cuando me voy,
cuando me fui.
Y que sepa servir el te, besarme después
y echar a reír.
Y que conozca las palabras
que jamás le voy a decir
y que no le importe mi ropa si total
me voy a desvestir
para amarla,
para amarla.
Si conocen alguien así, yo se los pido,
que me avisen porque es así totalmente
quen necesito.
Necesito saber
si hay cielo que cubre
la tierra y el mar.
Necesito saber
si un astro celeste
nos juzgará.
Necesito un punto
que mi alma y mi cuerpo
se pueden apoyar.
Necesito un silencio
alguien que comprenda
que sepa escuchar
Porque la vida se me vá
y del pasado no voy a vivir
y con mi tiempo
yo quiero sentir.
Necesito agarrarme
a la cola del viento
para poder volar
Necesito que mañana
descubra el misterio
una nueva canción.
Necesito saber
si hay cielo que cubre
la tierra y el mar
Necesito saber
si una corte celeste
nos juzgará.
Porque la vida se me vá
y del pasado no voy a vivir
y con mi tiempo
yo quiero sentir.
What is the curse
That makes the universe so all bewilderin'
What is the hoax that just provokes
The folks they call God's children
What is the jinx that gives a body and his brother and everyone around...the run-around
Necessity, necessity
A most unnecessary thing, necessity
What throws the monkey wrench in
A fella's good intention
That nasty old invention
Necessity
My feet want to dance in the sun
My head wants to rest in the shade
The lord says go out and have fun
But the landlord says, 'Your rent ain't paid!'
Necessity, its plain to see
What a lovely old world
This silly old world can be
But, no it's all in a mess
Account of necessity
I'd like to play some tennis
Or take a trip to Venice
But sister, here's the menace
Necessity
Oh, Satan's the father of sin
And Cupid's the father of love
Oh, hell is the father of gin
But no one know's the father of
Necessity, necessity
That's the maximum that
A minimum thing can be
There's nothing lower than less
Unless it's necessity
En mi cama ya no est?
Tu sonrisa de cristal
El silencio que me invade
No me deja respirar
El misterio de ese amor
Agoniza en mi interior
No duda despertar de tenerte o no
Mi alma esta desnuda porque ya no hay vuelta atr?s
Hoy tengo la esperanza de que me vuelvas amar
Necesito de tus besos
Necesito tu calor y que al ritmo de tus labios saca baila mi pasi?n
Necesito que tu piel sea el libro donde escribo
Con mis ojos los latidos de este pobre coraz?n
El tel?fonono no suena
Estoy arto de esperar
Los suspiros son arena que van a parar al mar
Es el estado de recuerdo
Y aquellos tiempos pasados
Y no puedo imaginar que alla llegado el final
Lloran las estrellas porque mueren de dolor
La luna se extremece
Y hasta pierde su color
Necesito de tus besos
Necesito tu calor y que al ritmo de tus labios saca baila mi pasi?n
Necesito que tu piel sea el libro donde escribo
Con mis ojos los latidos de este pobre coraz?n
Necesito de tus besos
Necesito tu calor y que al ritmo de tus labios saca baila mi pasi?n
Necesito que tu piel sea el libro donde escribo
Con mis ojos los latidos de este pobre coraz?n
Necesito de tus besos
Necesito tu calor y que al ritmo de tus labios saca baila mi pasi?n
Necesito que tu piel sea el libro donde escribo
Con mis ojos los latidos de este pobre coraz?n
Where's your respect? (Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you
It's not over yet not over yet (not over yet)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this
I'm sure your jaw will surely be missed
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt
You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline,
Blood fills your palms,
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms,
Lifeline, lifeline, lifeline
Blood fills your palms,
Where's your respect? (Where's your respect?)
Why bite the hand that feeds you
It's not over yet not over yet (not over yet)
Plenty more fingers for you to nibble
I'd like to see you get your teeth round this
I'm sure your jaw will be surely missed
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
Not even salt can make your hands taste good
I'm still crunching your lifeline
You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt
You do this every fucking time
No sweat (no tears) no guilt
