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B2K – One Kiss
B2K Lyrics
Song : One Kiss
Artist : B2K
Album : Pandemonium!
[Verse 1:]
She was so sincere
The way she grabbed my hand
And introduced herself
Like no one else has done before
And I can’t lie
I was hypnotized
By the smile of the talk and the style of the walk
And when she tried to kiss me
I just sighed
And said to myself this can’t be real
Lied to my mind but my heart it could feel
Something was wrong (don’t worry)
That’s what she said
Now I
Look back on the night that changed my life
I remember the things
That made me call at night
And to think that I betrayed me for one kiss
[Chorus:]
One kiss for all my trust
One kiss for all my love
One kiss cause me to break
One kiss
I just hate it
One kiss
One kiss
One kiss
That’s where I started feeling
One kiss felt so good
But I never should’ve had that kiss
[Verse 2:]
I was so far gone
She could do no wrong
Until I caught her in the act
Down right getting it on
How could I not see
That eventually she would break my heart
Where did it all start
It started with a little bitty kiss
[Chorus:]
One kiss for all my trust
One kiss for all my love
One kiss cause me to break
One kiss
I just hate it
One kiss
One kiss
One kiss
That’s where I started feeling
One kiss felt so good
But I never should’ve had that kiss
[Hook]
Mistook that kiss for kindness
How could I be so blinded
Should’ve ran
Instead
I made it easy
But I won’t let my heart get hurt
It was all about a lesson learned
And the lesson that I learned was taught to me by one kiss
[Repeat Chorus]
Credit to : B2K Lyrics on Ringtones Z
B2K – Here We Go Again
B2K Lyrics
Song : Here We Go Again
Artist : B2K
Album : B2K
Stop thinkin people’s on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin what you do
Cause ain’t nobody lookin at you
[two times]
oh oh no no here we go again (again)
oh oh no, oh no
stop doin what you do cause ain’t nobody lookin at you
[1st verse]
When I pulled up in my ride it was four fly girls sittin on the side
So I glanced to my left and I winked my eye but they wasn’t lookin
our way
So I rolled over there and tried to spit but the main pigeon was
tryna diss
So I stepped to my right and said excuse me miss but ain’t nobody
talkin to you so
Stop thinkin people’s on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin what you do
Cause ain’t nobody lookin at you
[two times]
[chorus twice]
oh oh no no here we go again
seen you at the bus stop chillin wit ya friends
oh no you thought I was tryna get wit you
but I was really lookin at your friend
(I really want the digits from your friend)
[2nd verse]
When i pulled up the light was red
Romeo hit the brakes and then he said
Look at the girl in the pink
b2k what you think
I said she look real cute in them jeans
Had me and my boys startin to fiend
So she turned around I said turn back around
But you ain’t what I’m lookin for
Stop thinkin people’s on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin what you do
Cause ain’t nobody lookin at you
[two times]
[repeat chorus twice]
[third verse]
Baby girl you can stay confused
Cause I’m not talkin to you
You’re not tight not right not my type so take a hike don’t like
Don’t like the way you fight wit me
Wit your vibe you can’t get
Wit no guy so don’t try
Don’t try
[repeat chorus]
Stop thinkin people’s on your jock
Tryna act like you got money but you at the bus stop
Oh please stop doin what you do
Cause ain’t nobody lookin at you
[repeat chorus]
Credit to : B2K Lyrics on Ringtones Z
311 – Misdirected Hostility
Album: “311″
Not I’m not the type to just act like I know
Puttin on an angle putting on a show
Speaking on nothing makes you a stunt
I’ll tell you right here yo I don’t front I cross the t’s and skip nonlegitimacies
Or else please I cannot handle all the negative vibe merchants
Is that all you have in you per chance
So much angst and pain it’s so wack
You should take a tip from the one Frank
Black Play some pachinko play some parcheesi
Cause all the angst s**t is just cheesy
It’s the 311 bliss too smooth for pissed
Lyrics talkin loud again
Yeah we are the party men
Cosmetics that you fretted
We sport the high asthetic H
ere go rap kickin the dazzled crazy mathematic
I am what I am mix some old school jams onto tape cuz the
Party’s in the crates I scan step into the realm
What you gonna do
Give the party people something funky to listen to
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got
Body rock pop and lock here’s an example
Boulevard chrome beats always ampin’ your temple
Punks get got in the age of hip hop
It’s just begun like stolen bikes on the blacktop
Born to sing a lyric immaculately concepted
Nostrain in your game if your game is respected
Come as you are radio star
Drown out the hatred with a rhyme
An electric guitar
Dispatched when rap shattered the glass of radio access
May we turn some soul on their rythmless dances
You know the time and they’l know the scoop
They’l say it was a rhyme and a beat of a rap group
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have been outmoded
Your rhymes have beenoutmoded
So just quit your belly achin’
You’re saying that your tortured
Give me a f**kin break and
Maybe take out the source
Of your disparing what do I mean
Kick the f**kin’ heroin I speak from experience
Because I didn’t see clearly once
Acting like I dunce In 1989 I was cocaine and Jim Beam
But now it’s 95 and I’m ginseng
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got see
Misdirected hostility, that’s what you got
311 – Nutsymptom
Album: “Grassroots”
The cold funk has you sunk feel the mids pump
Blessed are those who erupt when we turn up
Right now we corrupt
Cons the shades we don in the neon night
We’re gonna feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta feed on the mics and blast through a pipe
I gotta cool capability to toast and ill
Yo my daddy told me, “Hey son you must act chill”
Alien rough
My galaxy is tough
Here comes the bang of a hip-hop thang that we bring and swing
Men from Mars aint ever gonna hang
With dope Buddha’s come to the stage we are attackin
Space assassin naked live and never slackin
Come a day on the way enter on S.A.
Amplified form another world far away
I got the pang of a gang and I come from the Southside
Here’s the thang that I bring and I promise to come live
While the masses passes upon there f**king a*ses
And if you don’t see get glasses
That is a shot out to the words of Curt Grubb
The motherf**ker is not scrub I said the man is the kind
With the one that I call Brine Shrimp
We never ever do skimp I limp on a stage in a huff
Like magic dragon I puff on the stuff of a Humbolt cone
Then I’m stonded watch out
Smoke the weed that come from Northern California
Don’t do no c*caine that come from Columbia
That the thing that mash up your nature
Mash up your body and mash up your culture
Take a tip from the the flipped script of Daddy Freddy
I give complete props to the one that rocks steady
With dexterity and goes on and on and on
And turn out the dope s**t like the one that’s called
Pawn Shop Press yes it’s on what’s up
P-Nut change it up