Cockpit21 Lyrics

[Intro]
Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah.

[Verse 1]
Ooh, is something about,
Just something about the way she moves,
I can't figure it out,
Is something about her, (Say!)
Ooh, is something about,
Kind of woman that wants you but don't need you, (Hey!)
I can't figure it out,
Is something about her.

[Hook]
'Cause she walk like a boss,
Talk like a boss,
Manicure nails just sent the pedicure off,
She's fly effortlessly,
An' she move like a boss,
Do what a boss,
Do, she's got me thinking about getting involved,
That's the kind a girl I need.

[Chorus]
She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Won't you come and spend a little time,
She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Ooh, the way me shine,
Miss independent.

Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah. (Ohh!)

[Verse 2]
Ooh, there's something about,
Kind of woman that can do for herself,
I look at her and it makes me proud,
There's something about her,
Something, ooh, so sexy about,
Kinda woman that don't even need my help,
She said she got it, she got it, (she said she got it, she got it)
No doubt, there's something about her.

[Hook]
'Cause she work like a boss,
Play like a boss,
Car and the crib she 'bout to pay 'em both off,
And bills are payed on time, yeah,
She made for a boss,
Soley a boss,
Anything less she telling them to get lost,
That's the girl that's on my mind.

[Chorus]
She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Won't you come and spend a little time,
She got her own thing,
That's why I love her,
Miss independent,
Ooh, the way me shine,
Miss independent. (Yeay!)

[Bridge]
(Mmhm!) Her favorite thing to say,
Don't worry I got it, (Mmhm!)
And everything she got,
Best believe she bought it, (Mmhm!)
She gon' steal my heart,
Ain't no doubt about it, girl,
You're everything I need,
Said you're everything I need.

Yeah, yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah,
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah.

[Chorus]
She's got her own thing, (oooooohh!)
That's why I love her, (that's why I love her)
Miss independent, (independent)
Won't you come and spend a little time, (ohh)
She's got her own thing, (she got, she got)
That's why I love her, (that's why I love that girl)
Miss independent, (ohh ohh)
Ooh, the way me shine,
Miss independent.

Miss independent,
That's why I love her.

See which flavor you like and I'll have it for you
Come on in to my store, I've got candy galore
Don't pretend you're not hungry, I've seen it before
I've got turkish delight baby and so much more

Get up out of your seat (Your seat)
Come on up to the dance floor
I've got something so sweet (So sweet)
Come on up to the front door
I need plenty of heat (Heat)
Form a special confection
Just start moving your feet (Your feet)
Move on over to me

I'll be your one stop (One stop)
Candy shop (Candy shop)
Everything (Everything)
That I got (That I got)
I'll be your one stop (One stop)
Candy store (Candy store)
Lollipop (Lollipop)
Have some more (Have some more)

All the suckers are not what we sell in the store
Chocolate kisses so good
You'll be beggin' for more
Don't pretend you're not hungry
There's plenty to eat
Come on in to my store
'Cause my sugar is sweet

Get up out of your seat (Your seat)
Come on up to the dance floor
I've got something so sweet (So sweet)
Come on up to the front door
I need plenty of heat (Heat)
Form a special confection
Just start moving your feet (Your feet)
Move on over to me

I'll be your one stop (One stop)
Candy shop (Candy shop)
Everything (Everything)
That I got (That I got)
I'll be your one stop (One stop)
Candy store (Candy store)
Lollipop (Lollipop)
Have some more (Have some more)

Stick-stick-stick sticky and sweet (Dance dance)
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Stick-stick-stick sticky and sweet (Dance dance)
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet (Dance Dance)

See which flavor you like and I'll have it for you
Come on in to my store, I've got candy galore
Don't pretend you're not hungry, I've seen it before
I've got turkish delight baby and so much more

Get up out of your seat (Your seat)
Come on up to the dance floor
I've got something so sweet (So sweet)
Come on up to the front door
I need plenty of heat (Heat)
Form a special confection
Just start moving your feet (Your feet)
Move on over to me

I'll be your one stop (One stop)
Candy shop (Candy shop)
Everything (Everything)
That I got (That I got)
I'll be your one stop (One stop)
Candy store (Candy store)
Lollipop (Lollipop)
Have some more (Have some more)

Stick-stick-stick sticky and sweet (Dance dance)
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Stick-stick-stick sticky and sweet (Dance dance)
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet
My sugar is raw
Sticky and sweet (Dance Dance)

Yo
Peace to the gummy lil' kid
Let me dance in the corner in the UK
And the USA, hah
France I see you
Japan
All around the world
You know who it is
Yes her
It's the MA-DO-NN-A
You ready?
Let's go
Aye

The Game “My Life” ft. Lil’ Wayne (Unreleased Version)

[Intro]

*breathing*
*dog barking*
*gun shot and glass break*

[The Game]
Punk ass mothaf**ka, get your ass up
What chu was goin do? kill me in my sleep you bitch ass nigga?
Tupac, Biggie! shut the f**k up! f**king dogs barking and shit

[Punk Ass Motherf**ker]
Don’t shoot!
Don’t shoot!

*gun shot*

[The Game]
F**k You Nigga!


[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 1: The Game]

Take me away from the hood like a state penitentiary
Take me away from the hood in the casket or a Bentley
Take me away
Like I overdosed on cocaine
Or take me away like a bullet from Kurt Cobain
Suicide (Suicide..suicide..)
I'm from a Windy City, like "Do or Die"
From a block close to where Biggie was crucified
That was Brooklyn's Jesus
Shot for no f**kin' reason
And you wonder why Kanye wears Jesus pieces? (My Life x3)
'Cause that's Jesus people
And The Game, he's the equal
Hated on so much, "The Passion of Christ" need a sequel
Yeah, like Roc-a-fella needed Sigel
Like I needed my father, but he needed a needle (My Life x3)
I need some meditation, so I can leave my people
They askin' “Why?" Why did John Lennon leave The Beatles?
And why every hood nigga feed off evil?
Answer my question before this bullet leave this Desert Eagle

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord, you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 2: The Game]

We are not the same, I am a Martian
So approach my Phantom doors with caution (caution...caution)
You see them 24's spinnin'? I earned them
And all the pictures of me and Em, I burned them
So there ain't no proof that I ever walked through 8 Mile
And since there ain't no Proof, I never walked through 8 Mile
Sometimes I think about my life with my face down
Then I see my sons and put on that Kanye smile (My Life x3)
Damn, I know his momma's proud
And since you helped me sell my dream, we can share my momma now
And like MJB, "No More Drama" now
Livin’ the +good life+, me and Common on common ground
I spit crack and niggas could drive it outta town
Gotta Chris Paul mind state, I'm never outta bounds
My life used to be empty like a glock without a round
Now my life full, like a chopper with a thousand rounds (Gunshots)

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]

And I’m grindin’ 'til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ 'til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life? x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)

[Verse 3: The Game]

Walk through the gates of Hell, see my Impala parked in front
The high beams on, me and the Devil share chronic blunts
Listening to the "Chronic" album, playing backwards
Shootin’ at pictures of Don Imus for target practice
My mind f**ked up, so I cover it with a Raider hood
I'm from the city that made you motherf**kers afraid of Suge (Compton... Compton...)
Made my grandmother pray for good
And never made her happy, when I bet that new Mercedes could (My Life x3)
Ain't no bars, but niggas can't escape the hood
They took so many of my niggas, that I should hate the hood
But it's real niggas like me, that make the hood
Ridin' slow in that Phantom just the way I should (My Life x3)
With the top back
In my Sox hat
I'm paid in full, the nigga Alpo couldn't stop that
Even if they brought the nigga 'Pac back
I'd still keep this motherf**ker cocked back

[Chorus: Lil’ Wayne]

And I’m grindin’ til I’m tired
They say "You ain’t grindin’ til you tired"
So I’m grindin’ with my eyes wide
Looking to find
A way
Through the day
A life
For the night
Dear Lord you’ve done took so many of my people but I’m just wonderin’ why
You haven’t taken (my life x3)
Like what the hell am I (doing right? x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)
(My Life x3)