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at the hotel, hotel (Daars a man daar bieter wat skiet met a gun)
Jump on our beds at the hotel, hotel (Een dag sal ek bly by die holiday inn)
Jump on our beds

Bust It Baby, Pt. 2

Ne-Yo

Promo Urban: May 2008

2008

(J-J-J-J-J.R)
Bust it ba-by
Ayy, can I please talk to my bust it babies real quick homie?
Let me bring you in my world (Plies, Ne-Yo)
And let you

sometimes

And what I gets to you most of all
Is when the holidays roll around
You got always to be by yourself
'Cause that's the time when the families get

Rolling into Christmas
Written by: Deitrick Haddon, T church, Marcus white, Marcus Hodge


We riding We riding 
We rolling we rolling
Put your hand

place
She got other plays
You couldn't read her
By her cover page
Was cover girl
In her glamour days
She don't give a damn
That my money
Trap n gamble

in it
Got the lobby in it, Tommy in it
The trunk got a body in it
Niggas be like he bodying it
Ziplock full of J's
Closet full of J's walking on
My

Medicine Bottle

Red House Painters

Retrospective

1999

Giving into love and sharing my time
Letting someone into my misery
I told it all step by step
How I landed on the island
And how I swam across

And I wish
For my first and then second degree o
Followed by multimillion-dollar deals o
Make I turn to celebrity o
And I wish
Make I get my visa
Kin ma

Warrior Lyrics
By JusJrdn

Verse 1 

Almost at the top, this is a wonderful feeling. 
I’ve been conquering mountains, you just climbing up women.

Leaving Beirut

Roger Waters

To Kill the Child/Leaving Beirut

2005

earth packed hard and by one wall a raised platform
Some six foot by four covered by a simple sheet, the bed
The hunchback busied herself with small

Swag by the ounce, I could sell it by the ziplock
Funny nigga think he got stripes, oh you Chris Rock
Closet of full of kicks, on the strip wearing

sweet dreams we rest our heads in our
Beds and forget the screams
Sound drowned by the festive sales machines
My gran would have been
Grateful for

expire
And if I get too tipsy keep me out of the fire
Party's growing last count there was 25 heads
There's two tents, three couches, and one double bed

Job

Foxy Brown

Bravo Black Hits

2000

pay like you weigh 
You could come by, shit you can't say 
That my girl Mya sing what I can't even say, c'mon 
 
'Cause ain't nothing going on but

I can tell by your body language
That you ain't my enemy
But you fucking my enemies
Don't you mess up my energy (oh)

(Breathe)
I can tell that she's

projects at times be going overheads
These jits they be flexing like they really bought it with they bread
Your moms cops your J's for holidays just go

Breakadawn

De La Soul

Buhloone Mindstate

1993

even still
Sack or bag of troubles, make the single double
Loop the coin and join the minimum wage
I had a plan if I was the man, I'd throw the J
Lay

Jingle Bells 
(Public Domain)

I Love those J-I-N-G-L-E Bells
Those holiday J-I-N-G-L-E Bells
I love those J-I-N-G-L-E B-E-double L-S
I Love those

Wake up sleeping giant
There's a monster under your bed
My little soldier
They told you ask no further questions
What I've told you my dear homie

Time keeps moving, le temps passe fou vite
Les emcees sont dans l’eau chaude avec des rimes sous vides
J’ai des cercueils en masse qui match les

By the way
Did you ever read that book I gave?
I saw you return that look
Twisting sheets in your bed
Sunday morning, Velvet playing
My face

To waste away the summer until it was too late
From under my bed
Or home in my head
The ghouls that still chase me replaced by regret
I've littered my days

place
tired of passing out on beds with more space
Can't wait, to race these days
I need a breather, need her by my side as we sip on a bottle

It's only you, I want

How can it be Christmastime if we're not together?
'Cause, baby, it was Christmastime when we fell in love
The bed was by