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ERG Nu Urban Traxx: Volume 75 (June 2005), Various Artists
ERG Nu Urban Traxx: Volume 75 (June 2005)
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Release date:

2005

 
Duration: 74:26  
Size, Mb: 105,56  
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Price for album: 1.44 (discount 20%)  

 
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Title / Artist     Duration Bitrate Size (Mb) Price Download
1
Diamonds Lyrics 04:02 192 5,26 0.10
2
Sex Appeal (pimp In My Own Mind) Lyrics 04:29 192 6,02 0.10
3
Dreams Lyrics 04:48 208 6,83 0.10
4
Just Gotta Make It Lyrics 04:07 224 6,44 0.10
5
Pimpin All Over The World Lyrics 05:31 224 8,38 0.10
6
For The Nasty Lyrics
[Q-Tip Intro/Chorus]
I be that nigga that I think y'all know
With Mr. Busta Rhymes (A-yo, I'm in the studio)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know

[Q-Tip]
Close the door, 'ight, let a nigga rock
Cause we 'bout to eat real shit, not shit slop
Nigga can't say shit about this hip-hop
Cause I build dudes lanes while at pit stop
Built they styles and they names, Frankenstein, right
It's a high state game, dudes are playing it
I be questioning alot of y'all who made it in
Just move with the joint that we chartering
Make you disappear quick, like you're part of wind
Then laugh, ah-ha ha, and laugh again
Shorty, move a lil bit, I'm looking at your friend
Let's get in there and shake for the beat, girl
Do a lil eye wink, throw a tongue twirl
Gotta hit lock smashed in, tied down
We on your block, turned hot spots to ghost towns
A-yo, I'm tired of these niggaz, Bus-a-Bus, now
Say it to 'em

[Chorus - Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know

[Busta Rhymes]
Pardon me, now, gimme room again
It's time to raise the level of the boom again
NOW WHO'S THAT?! Bus-a-bus-a-bus rhyme
(RAAAAAAA!!!) See, I ain't do that in a long time!
Spitting shit, make piece, do more crime
Hot songs, cribs, have a little more to shine
Alright, yea, shh shh, mm, uh, I pity y'all
The way I bang niggaz, and how I shit on y'all
Spit the slang bigger, make your label quit on y'all
And do my thang, bitch, from here to Senegal
We getting alot of money, me and my friend, Kamal
I take your money too, I ain't afraid of y'all
With so much class, my shit will kill ya
When I don't wanna rap
And still I'ma smash and make the bitches Make It Clap
As soon as I'm finished with her, homey, I'll give her back
Say it to 'em

[Chorus - Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know

[Q-Tip]
When the beat bang, and you're up in the club
When you listen and you feel a thud
When you hear my voice, understand the love
When the DJ spins it back, it's a friendly rub
But, when I'm behind, I cannot be kind
With your waistline, and the way you move
Like a old great beat, I'ma catch a groove
Or like a old hip-hop joint, you Nice & Smooth (Come on, girl)

[Chorus - Q-Tip]
This is just, for the nasty
A-yo, this is just for the sassy
A-yo, this is just for the classy
A-yo, this is just for the what? (Tell 'em now)

[Busta Rhymes]
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
Girl MOOOOOVE!
Show me what y'all know
03:22 192 4,37 0.10
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Incredible Feeling Lyrics 04:41 192 6,36 0.10
8
Parking Lot Lyrics
Get crunk get crunk get crunk (let me see ya) get crunk get crunk get crunk (everybody)
Get crunk get crunk get crunk (let me see ya) get crunk get crunk get crunk (hey yea)

Home with no where to go, my mans in the bed out cold
Calling you on your phone three and four times in a row
And I ain't gone quit until I get you to pick up the line
And you want to know what I want Well, it's a 11 O'clock right on the dot
And I had this feeling I had to see my shawdae, to see my homie
But it's got to be with the quickness gotta get back home to my man before he miss this
Are you with this, I'm telling you

I need to see you now can you get out my man is at the house so
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot
For it get to late I cant wait it's just around my way so
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot
Just over the hill at the light take a right hang a left don't have a strike
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot (Yeah)
So what you waiting for hit the door put the pedal to the floor
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot

I'm at the drive through right beside you ready to take your order
Take you right her in the parking lot Imma make sure it's hot for you like it good for you like you
Like it (oh)
Taste it right her in the parking lot (wo-ho-woooee Oh)
And I got to stop cause we in the drop But I just got to
Cause I got a man don't you understand that he is not you
And I can't help it I'm gone meet you here tomorrow night Im telling you (Wooooe)

I need to see you now can you get out my man is at the house so
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot
For it get to late I cant wait it's just around my way so
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot
Just over the hill at the light take a right hang a left don't have a strike
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot (Yeah)
So what you waiting for hit the door put the pedal to the floor
Meet me at the McDonalds parking lot

Get crunk get crunk get crunk (let me see ya) get crunk get crunk get crunk (everybody)
Get crunk get crunk get crunk (let me see ya) get crunk get crunk get crunk (hey yea)
03:44 208 5,48 0.10
9
Sittin Sidewayz Lyrics 03:52 192 4,93 0.10
10
Pon De Replay Lyrics
[Hook x2:]
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Rr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up

[Verse:]
it goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2
everybody on the floor let me show you how we do
lets go dip it low then you bring it up slow
wine it up 1 time wine it back once more

[Pre-Hook:]
Run, Run, Run, Run
Everybody move run
Lemme see you move and
Rock it til the grooves done
Shake it til the moon becomes the sun (Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a run (Run)
If you ready to move say it (Yeah Yeah)
One time for your mind say it (Yeah Yeah)
Well i'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove im'a show you how to move
Come come

[Hook x2:]
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Rr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up

[B-Sec x2:]
Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up

[Verse 2:]
It goes 1 by 1 even 2 by 2
Everybody in the club gon be rockin when i'm through
Let the bass from the speakers run through ya sneakers
Move both ya feet and run to the beat

[Pre-Hook:]
Run, Run, Run, Run
Everybody move run
Lemme see you move and
Rock it til the grooves done
Shake it til the moon becomes the sun (Sun)
Everybody in the club give me a run (Run)
If you ready to move say it (Yeah Yeah)
One time for your mind say it (Yeah Yeah)
Well i'm ready for ya
Come let me show ya
You want to groove im'a show you how to move
Come come

[Hook x2:]
Come Mr. DJ song pon de replay
Come Rr. DJ won't you turn the music up
All the gyal pon the dancefloor wantin some more what
Come Mr. DJ won't you turn the music up

[B-Sec x2:]
Hey Mr.
Please Mr. DJ
Tell me if you hear me
Turn the music up
03:37 224 5,63 0.10
11
Asap Lyrics
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, you niggaz better exit
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
Ay-s, ay-p, ay-s, ay-p
Asap, asap, asap, asap
A-s-a-p, A-S-A-P

[Verse 1]
I'm on my grind, grand hustle
Got the mind and the muscle
50 carrats in the crown just to shine on you suckas
I still tote the Glock 40 for the haters and the bustas
Fuck probation, if a nigga try to play me I'ma bust him
Ion't need no security, reaching for my jewlery
Get you niggaz popped quick, filled full of hot shit
Fresh out the box Tip hot than a drop 6
Made a quarter mil' in the penn givin' stock tips
Haters wanna stop Tip, mad 'cus they not Tip
Ball every summer so your baby mama jock Tip
You don't no drama pimp, I promise I do not slip
Chrome 4-5th, hid well if the cops trip
Bought my girl a Hummer with the chrome right in front of dat
5 carrat stones with the platinum all up under dat
Rap beef I ain't gonna participate in none of dat
I'm aimin' at your fitted cap and you ain't gonna want none of dat

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

[Verse 2]
I know alota rappers don't like me, but they won't fight me
Feds swear I sell dope, well why they won't indict me?
Advances on the throne, I ain't never take it lightly
But all that tongue-wrestlin' hatin' while I'm gone don't excite me
How many rappers you know that could hold they own on Rice street
East steady talkin' on the cell phone nightly
Normal population, half the jail just like me
Polices think I'm crazy, scared a nigga gon' strike me
Contrarily, a nigga tryin' me is unlikely
They barkin' don't bother me, I'll be bombin' 'for they bite me
They just shocked to see my rap's exactly how my life be
Shiesty, with a conversation quite pricey
My fist so rocky and and wrist so icey
Might be, thrown off my rocker just slightly
Fiesty, claimin' hot temper don't ignite me
I'm only gonna ask ya find the exit once politely

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

[Verse 3]
Flip, say who known to the land and the people
My plan is to keep you atleast 2, levels under me where I need you
I'ma take advantage of my chance to defeat you
Your true colors done shown, now it's on when I see you
I'm grown nigga, so let it be know we ain't equal
You sadly mistaken if you thinkin' I can't reach you
Beat you, to a fuckin' pulp if I need to
The very spot ya standin' in then is where I'll leave you
Seen on the scene white tees and the v-suits
O.G. status, Ion't beef unless I need to
Sissy you way outa line and you runnin' outa time
Hang behind closed do's when ya heard I got some time
Yeah I know you were thinkin' outa sight and outa mind
But I'm the wrong one for you to try if you were tryna shine
Listen nigga this shit here is more than just alota rhymes
Ion't know what ya do for your respect, but I'ma die for mine

[Hook]
(Asap asap asap...)
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P
Ask anbody who runnin' a G, bet they finna say me A-S-A-P
Niggaz hatin' on P.S.C. get straightened A-S-A-P
A nigga try to play me, I'ma blow him off the map A-S-A-P

Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
Asap, asap, asap
Asap, asap, asap
Asap... asap, A-S-A-P, A-S-A-P
04:47 224 7,68 0.10
12
Number One Lyrics
Now you can't say I don't love you
Just because I cheat on you
Cause you can't see all I do
To keep you from knowing the things I do
Like erase my phone and keep it out of town
And keep it stapped up when I sleep around
Now I shoulda known one day you'd find out
But you can't go and leave me now

You know that I love you
There's no one above you
I said it the last time
But this is the last time
So don't make me over
Cause I can be faithful
Baby, you're my number one
You're my number one

" Who is she? What's her name "
You don't need to know about everything
We fight about this, fight about that
You hang up the phone and call me right back
Well i'll never be something i'm not
So please don't throw away what we've got
Cause we've been together for way too long
I was playing around but i'm coming home

I keep you laced up so you don't have to borrow nothing
From them broke-ass friends who be bargain-hunting
They say they shop on e-bay, baby why is they frontin?
They be on the internet, but they never cop nothing
See I keep you in " Girl, what is those on your toes? "
And your neck staying froze off that rose-colored gold
I suppose you was told by them hoes I was cheating
I told you my heart don't have nothing to do with my penis
He got a mind of his own, and he just be seeing shit
And I don't wanna cheat, but I don't be saying shit
I try to jack off, he asked me " Who is you playing with? "
But I know he love you, he told me you was his favorite

You're making it hard for me
You're messing up everything
You tell me I gotta leave
( You say we over )

You saw that she come over
Came in a Range Rover
Left with a hangover
( You say we over )

I promise I won't cheat
I promise I won't lie
I promise to act right
( You say we over )

You can't tell me
I can't have you
I can't have that
( We ain't over, we ain't over... )
03:21 192 4,58 0.10
13
Aint Got Nothing Lyrics 03:55 240 6,47 0.10
14
Make Her Feel Good Lyrics 03:50 208 5,44 0.10
15
Infatuated Lyrics
(Boxie)
I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't keep my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

(Memphis Bleek)
My design one of a kind, yeah I'm on my grind
Got a shorty that still trip, but I ain't lost my mind
I just party and bullshit, my attitude, I'm good ma
They say I'm hood rich because I drive big cars
Getting Guac, middle finger to cops
They say when you meet the one, all the thug should stop
I met this shorty the other morning, on my way in y'all
She was bad, I didn't call, I'm a day in y'all
But, thats the rules, we don't make em, we don't break 'em
I don't sweat em, I forget 'em and find a way to shack 'em
But, I put a holla to her, I spit some lava at her
She from the burbs, I'm from the jecks, trust that don't matter
She into books too, I'm off the books for the things I do
But that's between me and you
And I don't really phone tag it alot, I'm in the wagon alot
With different dimes on the passenger side
I'm like...

(Boxie)
I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't keep my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

(Memphis Bleek)
Everyday I'm on my grind, but my minds on you (on you)
All the time (all the time)
And I scoop you like a soldier would
I'm in the woods, top down, like I don't got a hood
They say opposites attract, and it's true
Cause girl I'm from the gutter, where the bundles will move
And you, is from where its cool and quiet at night
And ain't no young'ns supplying the white, right
But thats a different story, lets get back to the night
And you've got a body, I can handle it right?, right
And I know you heard about me, beyond the rumors about me
I'm the flyest a little youngin could be, be
And you'll see with us together, its money, diamonds, whatever
Little momma is you riding with me?, me
And I love the thing you do, so baby girl never change
And forever we can do that thing
'Cause...

(Boxie)
I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't keep my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster

(Memphis Bleek)
Now you know my stees'
Cause I ain't gotta smooth that to do that thing
And it only took a night to get it right, grip it right, hit it right
Figure out that you a rider for life, down for whatever
We go through it together
You know the boys style, way beyond all the regular
I need a switch, like a fiend need a fix
Every G, need a down ass chick, to click
That's sick...

(Boxie)
I love, love that thing you do
And I, I can't keep my eyes, my mind off you
I'm infatuated
And you're my baby, and you complete me
Your number, I'll call you, and maybe we can hook up later
And keep it gangster
04:07 192 5,37 0.10
16
I'm A Hustler (remix) Lyrics 04:40 176 5,64 0.10
17
Neck Of The Woods Lyrics 04:13 224 6,40 0.10
18
Trapped In The Closet (chapter 1 Of 5) Lyrics 03:29 176 4,28 0.10
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