• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Rap Song - T-Pain
• Rap Song - Black Eyed Peas

[T-Pain]
Nappy Boy, ooooh wee
Ooooh wee
Everybody say yeaaaah
Oh oh oh…
Hey eh eh eh eh
[Verse 1]
We been messin’ round for a long (long time)
A while now (while now, uh)
And you already know what’s on my mind (mind)
It’s goin’ down now (it’s goin’ down now?)
And I don’t need no background music, girl
I turn it loud now
I got the gangsta feelin’
And I’ma do somethin’ to you
To you, to you
We can take it over The Bay
Where my Mistah F.A.B. at? (F.A.B. at, uh)
Or just put on that N.W.A.
Comin’ Straight Outta Compton on that p-ssy, baby
And we can all night long (haha)
I’m bout to have yo’ head gone
And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong
But we can make love to a rap song
[Hook]
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
[Verse 2]
And you been on my mind all day (all day)
I know you wit it (know you wit it baby, uh)
And I’ma do you like Kanye (yeah) cuz I’ma let you finish (let you finish!)
You can get it (you can get it)
Or we can do it east coast style and I’ll keep on my fitted
I said I got the gangsta feelin’
I feel like breakin’ you off
You off, you off
We can take it way down south
Rick Ross on the iPad (cuz you the boss’ girl)
Super-thick thighs and ya booty like Bombs Over Baghdad (BOOM!)
Wait, hold up
She got a donk (YUP!) she got a donk (YUP!), she got a donk
I’m bout to have yo’ head gone
And I ain’t doin’ nothin’ wrong
But we can make love to a rap song
[Hook]
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
[Rick Ross]
My jeans sag, boy gotta mean swag
Right now you rockin’ wit the finest and I mean that (uh)
Really, you the finest and I mean that (uh)
Pants fitted, dammit where ya jeans at?
Makin’ love to a rap song
Port of Miami, Trilla, Deeper Than Rap, uuuhhhh
Like Akon, we could stack it all up (yeah)
Or do you like a Juvie, make ya back it all up (uh)
(Hot) that’s all shawty ever was
Balenciaga bags cost a couple bucks
(Hot) is all shawty ever been
Blow a couple racks in Barney’s on that Phillip Lim
Ballin’, it’s ya birthday
You know that champagne’ll get ya boy to first base
Haters do they thing, but we do it bigger
Number one n-ggas
Rozay and that boy Teddy Pender
[Hook]
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthaf-cka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti
I’m diggin’ in ya coochie while we listenin’ to Gucci on a rap song
Me and you, yo’ mama and yo’ cousin
Baby we can make love to a rap song
A milli, a milli, a milli, a-muthafu-ka I’m ill
Baby we can make love to a rap song
Go shawty (uh) it’s ya birthday (uh)
We gon’ party like it’s ya birthday
Where that new Jeezy CD?
Put on that Yo Gotti

Wyclef on guitar.. with the Black Eyed Peas
Here go the rap song, they wanna sing it to y'all
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
You're like a hip-hop song y'know
I wanna be your "Buddy" like De La Soul
Let me "Rock +them+ Bells" like I'm LL
I like you in a Kangol and Gazelles
Here's a ticket come and see me on my "Planet Rock"
Like the Daddy Kane, I can be your "Smooth Op'"
But wait-uh every month you're the flavor
I wanna get a scoop - lat-uh!
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (how's that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song
She like a rap song (she like a rap song)
She like a rap song ..
She make me clap (how's that) cause she a rap song
She like a rap song
She was the, "Public Enemy #1"
She was my, "Mona Lisa" when we first begun
She got me, "Jump-in' Around" like Everlast
Singin a, "Rap Life" with help from Tash
She be my, metronome rhythm to my feet
And when we, when we do it do it to the beat
She like, "My Melody" done by Eric B., and Rakim
cause she be rockin me steadily, yo
Yo, she got hips to hops
and she ain't goin pop
She like a record that I wanna rock
when I'm rollin in my ride cruisin down my block
Yo, and if she was a rap song
She'd be "Bonita Applebum"
And I wanna put you on
I'm puttin you on, you're my favorite song
She makes me say 'ho' but she ain't a "HOE!!"
She "Got it Made" with Special Ed (??) "HOE!!"
Her bass is everlasting like Rodney O's
She "Myself and I" comin from the +Soul+
She like a beat that makes me wanna grab the mic
She like the lyrics that I wanna recite
She like the old school mic with the cable
You can bring your records and I'll bring the turntable yo
She like a.. she like a..
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder
with the Black Eyed Peas
Don't hurt nobody man
Takin over the universe, I told y'all