Baby (feat. Nelly) (Album: "In My Mind" (2006)) (PHARRELL WILLIAMS LYRICS)

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Excuse Im takin' to you...hey...
Aye girl, I just want to talk to you for a minute...Ow

[Verse 1]
Manolo pumps is tappin' and you lips stick's red
(we're just ah f*ckin, ah f*ckin)
Your Louie purse and I just think I love your hair
(we're just ah f*ckin, ah f*ckin)
Meet me in the hallways where the bathrooms are
(we're just ah f*ckin, ah f*ckin)
Can you drive a stick I wanna know can I be your car
(wooo)

[Chorus]
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Are you by your self tonight, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Excuse me Im talkin to you...hey

[Verse 2]
I can imagine havin my arms around you back
(we're just ah f*ckin, ah f*ckin)
And I can imagine your heart beat pumpin' through you chess
(we're just ah f*ckin, ah f*ckin)
I hope it goes beep beep, beep beep, beep beep
beep beep, beep beep,
Excuse me Im talking' you
(hey)

[Chorus]
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Are you by your self tonight, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Excuse me Im talkin to you...hey

[Nelly]
As I look through the crowd of the pupils into ya pupils
Yea boo I see you too, Damn right I wanna do you too
In ya eyes I can tell what you thinkin'
Why aint we somewhere hot for the weekend
Seafood eatin', I heard you like Red Lobster
You the type might like to sun bathe
Jump off the yacht and jet ski the runway
I give it to you like (uhh)
Moan and scream out (baby)
Do the things that will make you say (uhh)
Damn right I spoiles my (baby)
It aint nuttin to me Im (uhh)
Million dolla boy type (baby)

[Hook]
Girl you aint gotta close your eyes or wish real hard or click your hills
I can make everything that you feel real

[Chorus x2]
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Are you by your self tonight, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
I see that look in your eyes, I wanna touch you
(Baby)
Excuse me Im talkin to you...hey

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Show You How To Hustle (Album: "In My Mind" (2006)) (PHARRELL WILLIAMS LYRICS)

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Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
Turn everything up some more
The drums you know, the music and shit

(Holla back)
I'm goin' for it now
(Holla back)
Yes sir
(Holla back)
Hey, yo

In the heart of a re-up, it's somthin' like a G up
MCA fingering that B up or that C up
Fiends creep up with their flesh lookin' beat up
And my tennis ball is stuffed with enough work to fill a tea cup

He opened up his jacket
I opened up my packet
He pulled out his money
I'm pullin' out that honey

He stuff it in his stem soon as he took it from me
Yellow teeth chaffed lips and his nose is runny
He lit that shit, he hit that quick as if I was high
I asked him where them bricks at shit

He smiled as if he was payin' homage
He said in the back of the apartment
Where they be selling ganja

But beware of the AK held by HM Thomas
Son gotta keep him high in them bottoms or some old pyjamas
I said shit ma nigga take another hit
We ran up in that crib with them Uzis and them Sigs

Give up the work or we tyin' up the kids
Did I get that work, what you think? Yes I did
I didn't actually that wasn't true and
If you aspire to hustle, that's a how to, to you

This that shit make you wanna hustle
Carry square guns shootin' metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style all these sneakers
(well, follow this)

It's incredible how I etch my plans out
To be physically subtle and financially stand out
You should see me stick that big S on my anso
And literally call destructure so no one can touch ya

Teenage girls'll love ya and models wanna fuck ya
Ice cream ya way on to somebody's magazine cover
So much money that the lid threatens eruption and
The bank says you don't have to call like you're Usher

And I ain't kill or sell drugs to nobody
But I know niggas that kill and stretch work like pilates
Nigga the crack house was literally right beside me
When them fiends hit that shit they kicked just like karate

We named one Bruce lie, one slim Kelly
Who issued too much quicker than Luis rank and M belly
Yeah, I escaped but there's nothing you can tell me
'Cause thought I paper chase, my memories won't fail me

This that shit make you wanna hustle
Carry square guns shootin' metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Well, follow this)

In the hood, wake up to the hammer noise
Sound like the work of my jerks the swagger boys
Pull up and them eyes wide open, stack of toys
If your girl want to leave with us that's her choice

The feelin' throbbin' I got it and poppin' phenomanal
Nigga signed a million dollar cheque with his pyjamas on
Film it like a porno no need to re-word it
Nigga the enzo just came and I ain't have to jerk it

Yeah, niggas you heard it the perversion of stars
I guess if I go in my garage, it'd be a menage
Niggas can't hate on this like summer in '84
When we high off potato chips

New cript and Florida were the soul core corridors
Yes them babies mine, fuck I need to go on my reefa
Rewire my brain, aspire to attain, tell Jacob
Light on the platinum, keep the fire in the chain

Yikes I mean ice on the motherfucker gleam
I guess if my ice is fire, it leave you niggas stinged
See there's you there's me and there's between
If you remove the between, you see I achievin' you dreams

This that shit make you wanna hustle
Carry square guns shootin' metal with muffles
Trunk full of cash with a couple of duffles
So we can sip wine and eat a bundle of truffles

We gonna show you how to hustle
(Holla back)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Holla back)

So you can style all these sneakers
(Ya follow that)
So you can style all these sneakers
(Well, follow this)

Yo, uh, huh, yes sir
Turn everything up some more
The drums you know, the music and shit

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Dead Melodies (Album: "Mutations" (1998)) (BECK LYRICS)

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Where will you go
When this day is over
A gambler's purse
Lays on the road
Straight to your door
Snakes have gone crazy tonight
Winding their way out of sight
A laugh, a joke
A sentiment wasted
Seasons of strangers
They've come and gone
Doldrums are pounding,
Cheapskates are clowning this town
Who could disown themselves now
Engineer, slow down this old train
Cinders and chaff
Laugh at the moon
Night birds will cackle
Rotting like apples on trees
Sending their dead melodies... to me

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Nitemare Hippy Girl (Album: "Mellow Gold" (1994)) (BECK LYRICS)

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She took me off my guard with disappointment
I got sucked inside of her apartment
She's got dried-up flowers, flaky skin
A beaded necklace and a bottle of gin

She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty
Self-conscious and a little bit moody

It's a new age letdown in my face
She's so spaced out and there ain't no space
She's got marijuana on the bathroom tile
I'm caught in a vortex
She's changing' my style

She's a nightmare Hippy girl
With her skinny fingers fondling' my world
She's a whimsical, tragically beauty
Uptight and a little bit snooty

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

She's a magical, sparkling' tease
She's a rainbow choking' the breeze
Yo, she's busting' out onto the scene
With nightmare bogus poetry
She's a melted avocado on the shelf
She's the science of herself
She's spazzing out on a cosmic level
And she's meditating with the devil
She's cooking salad for breakfast
She's got tofu the size of Texas
She's a witness to her own glory
She's a never-ending story
She's a frolicking depression
She's a self-inflicted obsession
She's got a thousand lonely husbands
She's playing' footsie in another dimension
She's a goddess milking her time
For all that it's worth

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Mutherfuker (Album: "Mellow Gold" (1994)) (BECK LYRICS)

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Yo homey don't play that game

Hey mister asshole what's your dirty hassle
Sitting in your castle judging everyone
You're acting like it's chill when the deal's getting ill
Why don't you break your face on my head

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

Total paranoia trying to annoy you
Everything i do is to try and fuck you up
Screwdrivers drillin' and I was such a spasm
Dropped yourself on the situation, dude

Everyone's out to get you motherfucker
Everyone's out to get you motherfucker

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'8.4.82' (Album: "Stereopathetic Soulmanure" (1994)) (BECK LYRICS)

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Today's uhh August 4th, 1982 ...
I'm really bored and there was some dead animals that we played with ...
there was a weed wacker ... we stole two of them ...
a cop car was on fire ... my friend Scott, he was running and he uhh slipped on a Twinkie ...
and his nose was covered with blood ... the security helicopter shot a spotlight ... somebody pulled their pants d ...

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Mango (Vader Rocks!) (Album: "A Western Harvest Field By Moonlight" (1994)) (BECK LYRICS)

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A sparkle in the night
She glides
Tainted by the affliction
Seduced
Deeply into myself
Faceless
Emerging
Black confetti

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