Jermaine Dupri - Life In 1472: The Original Soundtrack lyrics
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Life In 1472: The Original Soundtrack lyrics

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Jermaine Dupri
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Jd's Reply (Jackin' 4 Beats) lyrics

[J.D.]

Gimme dat beat fool, it's a full time jack move

Fuck y'all I'll make the motherfuckin track move

And Eminem, Tim, Tom, Dick, and Hank

Already know that I'm something ya'll ain't
A little young non-stopper

And from Rap to R&B I'm breaking niggas off proper

With that S-O S-O DEF M-O-B; fuck Dre, this J.D.

And here's how I'm a greet ya

Gotta Getcha lyrics

[Jermaine Dupri]
I been watchin you so damn long
But I dont know what to say or do
I be sittin around fantasizin’
‘Bout what I wanna do to you
Its something about the way you move
Your body I cant take
‘Specially when you turn around
And you make yo’ ass shake
You the number one most requested
In the club like one of my jams
But no matter what, when I come in

Three The Hard Way lyrics

[JD]
See Quick, I told you man once we get a beat man
Shit like this right here
I got my nigga Black for me, uh
I got my nigga R.O.C. for me, uh
And y'all know who the fuck I be
And for a long time I think niggaz been taking So So Def for a joke
But I guess that's why we rich and y'all niggaz is broke

[R.O.C.]
Y'all got one chance to flow I let y'all know

Lay You Down lyrics

featuring Jay Z

Uh uh
So So Def
Yeah yeah

Chorus: Jermaine Dupri and Jay Z

[Jermaine Dupri]
In the Ferrari or Jaguar switchin four lanes
With the top down screamin out
Money ain't a thang

[Jay Z]
Bubble hard in the double R flashin the rings
With the window cracked holler back
Money ain't a thang

[Jermaine Dupri]

Protector's Of 1472 lyrics

Biiiiiiiiiach

What cha wanna do [2x]

We're the Legion of Doom

[3x]

[Warren G:]

1472 is the same cut throat and locs

and plenty dopes can you cope

You can call me Count Chocula

I control all the bitches, Chi-Chi control the riches

and fly surf the snitches

[Snoop Doggy Dogg:]

Look up in the sky as the fly

All That's Got To Go lyrics

[Machine]
Wednesday 4:20p.m.
[1st Lady]
Don't you fuckin' hang up on me!
Who the fuck do you think you are?
You know who the fuck your hangin up on?
Don't fuckin' hang up on me!
[J.D.]
I'm sick of these bitches man.
[Machine]
Wednesday 8:20p.m.
[2nd Lady]
Jermaine!!!!!, where are you?
[J.D.]
Oh God, God, mo' bitches.
You know I'm getting real sick of all these slutty ass bitches.

Party Continues lyrics

[Intro]

[Answering Machine]

Monday, ten fifty-three A.M.

[Voice on phone]
JD, it's me, Bree

Call me, babe

Havin' all them parties, us cats down here think ya'll on vacation, man

Stop doin', man

[JD]

Come on

See, I been lookin' at the game, ya know?

And I see it ain't too many ya'll

That can make 'em dance like I do

You Get Dealt Wit lyrics

Mase [talking]: Just show me the Bounce J,
once I get the bounce, I'mma be good.
Niggas gon' hate me I get that.
Then I'll have everything

J.D. [overlapping Mase]
Fuckin' with my dough is like fuckin' with my pride
& fuckin' with my hoes is like fuckin' with my high
That's two things in life that you just don't mess with
Act like a trick & like a trick you get dealt with

Mase

Going Home With Me lyrics

[JD talking to R.O.C.]

[JD]
I'm feelin' that 2x, is you wit' me?
I'm the type you see at the bar, fresh, buyin' it up
And every girl I talk to, yeah I'm tryin' to cut
I tell'em all I'm Chi Chi and it's nice to meet ya
Real quick, I tell how she got all the right features
The jams come on and the glasses get refilled
We dance and watch the relations build

Don't Hate On Me lyrics

[Da Brat talking]

[Chorus]
Nigga, don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some?
Don't you hate on me, why don't you go and get you some? 4x

[Krayzie Bone]
Motherfucker, go get you some
Get off my dick, bitch, get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at
Put your blunts in the air, y'all nigga get fried to this

Jazzy Hoes lyrics

[Too Short talking]

[Chorus]
All I like is them jazzy hoes, the type that make a nigga spend all his dough
Sho nuff a sight, anything ya like
You know the ones you wanna make your wife, ya heard me?

[Too Short]
Little fast bitch, actin' sarcastic
Need to get her ass kicked, tryin' to get the cash quick
She be my last pick, I got a real hoe
Take yo' ass back to class and buy a dildo

Sweetheart lyrics

Answering Machine: Tuesday, 7:56 P.M.
Girl: What's up, Jermaine? I miss you.
JD: Mmm.
Girl: Do me a favor. Tell your friends you're not going out tonight.
I got a little bit of that Christal, some of that Yak. And, oh. Better
yet, I got on what you like to see in the most.
JD: Word!
Girl: So, we're fucking tonight.
JD: Ha, ha, ha. For sure. Ha, ha.

JD:
Verse 1:

Fresh lyrics

[Slick Rick]
Yeah, you know what I'm sayin'
Y'all niggas been poppin' an awful lot of shit for a while now
Talking all that shit
Like y'all motherfuckers got so much motherfuckin' personality and shit (yeah)
All of y'all poppin' all that fly shit, tryin' to dis niggas and all that
bullshit, know what I'm sayin? (yeah)

Get Your Shit Right lyrics

[DMX]
Grrrrrrr, grrrrr, grrr (Yeah)

Chorus: repeat 2X

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
An' all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
An' all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha dough, getcha shit right

[Jermaine Dupri]
First off, y'all niggaz know I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin about

Money Ain't A Thang lyrics

Jay-z:

Uh uh, uh huh, uh huh

JD:

So So Def

Jay Z:

Yeah, yeah
Chorus:
JD:
In the Ferrari, a jaguar, switchin' four lanes
Wit the top down screaming out
Money ain't a thang

Jay Z:

Bubble hard in the double R flashing the rings
With the window cracked holler back
Money ain't a thang

JD:
Jigga, I don't like it if it don't gleam, gleam

Turn It Out (Intro) lyrics

[Nas]

Spit at the world

My lyrics, I could spit at your girl

Spit when I hurl, spit on the Dutch and finish the twirl

Spit facts, spit on whacks my whole lifetime
Spit on my watch, make the ice shine

Spit trife lines, .44 spit slugs out

Ready to thug out at the clubhouse

Chickens who lickin' or spit a nut out

My name within itself is a language that bring you wealth

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