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brooke valentine

"Chain Letter" (2005)

Girlfight Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

[INTRO]
Boy stop
Its about to be a girl fight
She really know
Brook Valentine
Uh huh uh huh
Big boi
A lil Jon!
Its about to be a what!
Girl fight !

We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swang dem thangs

There's about to be a what? Girlfight!

[Chapter I]

There she go talkin' her mess
All around town makin' me stress
I need to get this off my chest
And if her friend want some then she'll be next
It really ain't that complicated
Y'all walking round looking all frustrated
Want some plex come on let's make it
Ya acting real hard but I know ya fakin'

Know you really don't wanna step to dis
Really don't know why you talkin' shit
You 'bout to catch one right in the lip
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swang dem thangs

It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

[Chapter II]

We on our way to ya neighborhood
The reason why we comin' is understood
Me and my girls we down to ride
So when you hear us pull up bring ya butt outside
And if you try to call ya cousin and nem
Don't forget that I got some of dem
'Bout to go real hard 'bout to swang dem thangs
'Bout to feel elbows all in ya brain

Know you really don't wanna step to dis
Really don't know why you talkin' shit
You 'bout to catch one right in the lip
It's about to be a what? Girlfight!

We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swang dem thangs
It's 'bout to be a what? Girlfight!

Oh! I know you don't want me to split yo dome!
Girl you makin me really mad...
Oh! I know you don't want me to split yo dome!
I'm about to bruise ya face and it's sad...

[Big Boi]
Oh snap these bitches they act like cats
In the middle of the dance floor now they preparing to scrap
They takin out their scrunchies and pullin' off their pressons
The one on the right is the girlfriend and the one the left is the other woman
Someone please call security
These girls too purty
To get down to the nitty titty
I mean the nitty gritty
I mean her tiitty pretty
I'm trippin'
Being silly willy
Man go on let them hos fight

We bout to throw dem bows
We bout to swang dem thangs

It's about to be a what? ...Girlfight!

Don't act like you don't know
We right outside yo door
See you peekin' out the window
I know you ain't talking noise no more

Bitch come outside
Don't act like you don't see me
I know you heard me pullin' up uh
Come outside, uh, come outside, uh
We down to ride
It's about to be a... Girlfight!

Taste Of Dis Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

[Intro Vamp:]
I'm getting off about six
I'm rollin' trough da hood all anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls
"I'll meet ya there!"

[Verse 1:]
Tell me what sitting at home has done for u lately
Pick up your rump shake a leg bounce to the beat
Don't know why your posted up on your feet
'Cause it's so hot in here I know you can feel the heat

[Pre Hook:]
I'm feeling good I'm looking good
I'm pedicured I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks up in the spot
From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho

[Hook:]
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don't need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

[Vamp:]
U wanna taste of dis
U wanna taste of dis
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

[Counter Hook:]
Better get on up
I'ma make u dance
Watch back I'ma make u dance
This junk in da trunk will put a bump in ya pants

[Bridge:]
It's like Oh!
Yeah-Yeah
I know u wanna taste of dis
I can read your mind
I can read your lips
It's like Oh!
Yeah-Yeah

[Verse 2:]
The party so packed people standing out in the streets
The guys are checkin' me out
Even the girls are lookin'
I'm not getting off the floor til I feel the burn in me
Just might take a fella home
If he know how to work that thang

[Pre Hook:]
I'm feeling good I'm looking good
I'm pedicured I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks up in the spot
From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho

[Hook:]
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don't need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

[Intro Vamp:]
I'm getting off about six
I'm rollin' trough da hood all anxious
Hitting up a party without a care
I told my girls
"I'll meet ya there!"

[Breakdown:]
You gone step
Step wit me come on
You gone step
Step wit me come on
It's like left right left
It's like left right left
Now slide-slide-slide-slide
It's like left right left
It's like left right left
Now dip-dip-dip baby DIP!

[Hook:]
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don't need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

[Hook:]
My money, my hair, my nails fixed, my walk,
My clothes, my limp, my girls, no man
Don't need shit and I can tell you want a taste of dis

[Vamp:]
U wanna taste of dis
U wanna taste of dis
I can tell you really wanna taste of dis

[Pre Hook:]
I'm feeling good I'm looking good
I'm pedicured I think I'm ready
We're the fliest chicks up in the spot
From coast to coast we hold it down fa sho

Long As You Come Home Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

I loved you, before I knew you lied
I've always been right here
So, don't you try to deny
I've been right by your side

Then you started to tell the truth
About all the girls you knew
I was already over heels for you
I just don't know what to do

Oh, I, I try but I can't shake you
Oh, I, I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you

Leave me alone, stay out late, but don't even call
As long as you come home.
Tell me you love me, when you don't at all
As long as you come home
Say you were, when you wasn't hangin' out with your boys
As long as you come home
Boy, you do, you will, you won't, or you don't
As long as you come home

Come tell me all of those sweet lies
You used to whisper in my ear
I don't wanna fight
I just want you near

Don't need my girls telling me
How stupid I am
Want everybody just to let me be
I'm staying with my man

Oh, I, I try but I can't shake you
Oh, I, I'm in love with you. I'm in love with you.

Leave me alone, stay out late, but don't even call
As long as you come home.
Tell me you love me, when you don't at all
As long as you come home
Say you were, when you wasn't hangin' out with your boys
As long as you come home
Boy, you do, you will, you won't, or you don't
As long as you come home

[whispering]
Come home, come home, come home,
Come home, as long as you come home
I love you
I wish that you could give up those streets...

Blah Blah Blah Lyrics – Brooke Valentine (feat. Dirt McGirt)

[Hook:]
Boi u kno i love ya
Boi u kno i love ya like
La la la la la la la
But u always talkin
Boi u always talkin sounds like
Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah

You come to question me
and put me on the stand
i deny everything
and lie as fast as i can

[Pre-hook:]
Ya ask me 21 questions
and i start to swatin
cuz i dont have the answers u need
so u ask me where I was
and i say i cant remember
then u get mad at me

[Hook]

Dont ask me where im goin
cuz ill never tell the truth
u said u wont get mad
if im honest with you

[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]

[Vamp]
U comin here talkin
askin me questions
drivin me crazi
and it dont feel like la la la to me
You makin me scream u make me sick
And i just cant handle it
Its blah blah blah to me!

[Dirt McGirt]
Yo, Yo
Hold on, B
Hey listen
All I'm asking you is this one question
You say you love me, girl
But if you really love me, you wouldn't treat me this way
So, where have you been?
This is ol' dirty dog talkin' to you, sweetheart
Don't steer me the blah blah blah's cause I'm not hearin' for it
So just tell me
Now you know I'm in love with you
And you know you my sexy
So, treat me that way, please.

[Hook]

[Vamp]
You comin here talkin'
Askin' me questions
Drivin' me crazy
And it don't feel like la la la to me
You makin' me scream
You make me sick
And i just can't handle it
Its blah blah blah to me

Cover Girl Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

Hey, oh oh oh
Hey, oh hey
Oh yeah, oh yeah

I wish I could be
That girl in the magazine everybody sees
She so pretty, I wish I could be
When I close my eyes I see
What you want me to be
That girl

[chorus]
Wish I could be your Cover Girl
Mascara, and lipstick
I would be so pretty
A little blush, not too much
Maybe you'll notice
That I could be your Cover Girl
Or accept me for me
Cover Girl

Boy, when you're alone with me
I'm takin' good care of you
Givin' everything you need
I don't know if it's good enough for you
Cause you're always in the TV
When you're right here next to me
I know I'm not Halle Berry, girls from videos
I just want to be someone you can hold
I just want to be the one for you
Baby, baby

[chorus]
Wish I could be your Cover Girl
Mascara, and lipstick
I would be so pretty
A little blush, not too much
Maybe you'll notice
That I could be your Cover Girl
Or accept me for me
Cover Girl

Boy, I love you
Just the way you are
And if you feel the same way bout me
Beauty is only skin deep, baby
Boy, I don't need accesories to magnify my beauty
Could you just love what you see

[chorus]
Cover girl, yo Cover Girl
Mascara (mascara), and lipstick (and lipstick)
I would be so oh pretty (so pretty)
A little blush, not too much
Maybe you'll notice
That I could be your Cover Girl
Or accept me for me

Mmm, I can be
I can be
Your Cover Girl
Your Cover Girl
Mascara, and my lipstick, I'd be so oh pretty
I can be everything you need, you need
I can be be
For you baby
Your Cover Girl
Cover Girl
Cover Girl
Cover Girl

Playa Lyrics – Brooke Valentine (feat. Jermaine Dupri)

[Intro:]
[Jermaine:] U know what this is
Hey, oh
[Brooke:] Yeah, play on playa
[Jermaine:] Hey

[Hook:]
Playa where did u come from?
Where did u get that body?
Shawty u got ya girl gone
I wanna know where....
Playa where did u get that look?
Baby, u got beautiful written all over you
I wanna know where....

[Verse 1:]
Sexy daddy can I kick it to u?
Shawty tell me ya name
I'm lookin' for a pretty thug
And I think I found one
Shawty can I wear your chain?
Don't mean to be to forward
But u got me on one

[B-Sec:]
Cause u are what I need
And I got what u want
Why don't u try it baby
I know you'll like it baby
It feels so good
Oh so good
Fits so perfect
Like I knew you would (I wanna know)

[Hook:]
Playa where did u come from?
Where did u get that body?
Shawty u got ya girl gone
I wanna know where....
Playa where did u get that look?
Baby, u got beautiful written all over you
I wanna know where....

[Verse 2:]
Now I ain't got the words
To describe how u feel
So baby just say the word
And we can get outta here
Cause I wanna luv u
So right do it all night
U are the truth
And I can't, can not deny it

[B-Sec:]
Cause u are what I need
And I got what u want
Why don't u try it baby
I know you'll like it baby
It feels so good
Oh so good
Fits so perfect
Like I knew you would (I wanna know)

[Hook:]
Playa where did u come from?
Where did u get that body?
Shawty u got ya girl gone
I wanna know where....
Playa where did u get that look?
Baby, u got beautiful written all over you
I wanna know where....

[Breakdown:]
We like chain playa's shinin' clean
Screwed up tape throwed off that lean
So where u at playa playa? (Where u at?)
We like em rollin' swisha sweets
We like dem balla's makin' "green"
So where u at playa playa? (Where u at?)
Where u at playa playa?

[Jermaine Dupri Rap:]
I was at a jam the other night
I was sippin' on three
And the feelin' was right
I met a little sumthin' tryna do a little sumthin'
Man shawty had her own look planned
She was pullin' on a nigga
Hand playin' with a nigga
Pants all up on me
When we started to dance
First I just thought she was just playin' wit me
Until I heard all the stuff she was sayin' to me
Like...

[Hook:]
Playa where did u come from?
Where did u get that body?
Shawty u got ya girl gone
I wanna know where....
Playa where did u get that look?
Baby, u got beautiful written all over you

Ghetto Superstarz Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

Hey Oh yeah
ooh, ey ey

Oh!
they gon' know who we are (ey, Ow!)
Oh!
They gon' know who we are (ey, ey)

[Verse 1]
we're the ones you used to run from
everyday at school, lookin so fresh, so clean, so cool
still a menace to society, but that's fine with me
cause we still fly as can be

[pre-hook]
Oh! (uh-oh) C'mon work that body
c'mon get naughty
(oh) C'mon work that body, c'mon get nuaghty
they gon know who we are!
[repeat]

[Hook]
Bet all ya'll folks won't admit it
but they wanna get in
if you wanna get wit it, We ghetto superstarz
see way back then they didn't know about
we girls used to throw down
but I bet you they know now
we ghetto superstarz

[Verse 2]
we're actin bad, we're ghetto fabulous
ridin' in our cadillacs
on the east head to the west
If your armpits smellin good
throw your hands up for your hood might be misunderstood
if you don't wanna roll you should

[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]

All over town town
we're takin it down down
we don't mess around, 'round
they wanna be down down
You wanna get wit it
so won't you admit it
we are the shame's name
don't you forget it

catch us up in a party
spikin punch, we roll bacardi
have them couples actin naughty
all we do is get crunk
wit ya'll floks, just keep on hatin
cuz our clothes be coordinatin
we're the hottest, no debatin
all we do is get crunk

OH! They Gon know who we are
We Ghetto Superstarz
OH! They gon't know who we are
We Ghetto Superstarz

[HOOK]

[Talking:]
I was at the party and the guys spiked the punch and Oh My God It was like so crazy I got drunk, I was on the floor, and my legs were open, and Oh my God
things just happened and I was like the queen of the prom and everybody loved me and they called me a whore though, but I was like Oh my God I didn't mean
it, you know my legs were open it just seemed to happen and like don't laugh at me because I'm not a ditsie girl I am very smart I went to school okay
I didn't finish but I went to elementary school and I almost finished but now I'm smart and I'm gona be in playboy Oh my God that's the greatest I'm
gonna be in playboy, all the guys are gonna love me I'm gonna be like Ana Nicole, and Pamela Andersona, And Carmen Electra even but like I just might get
married I might find one of those rock star guys to marry me
It's gonna be so great, we're gonna have lots of babies and I'm gonna get plastic suregey and fix up everything that's hanging Oh My God I'm gonna be so
great, I'm gonna be a star!

[Guy:] Shut the f*** up!

Tell Me Why You Don't Love Me Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

Now you can say I'm addicted
I admit I'm afflicted
By the way you affected me so hard
I am helpless, boy you're just like a drug
You're like the illest bug
The way you're makin me sick
I just can't handle it

[Pre chorus (2x)]
We steady breaking up, making up
Boy, ain't I good enough
Tell me what's wrong with us
Tell me what's wrong with us

[Hook (2x)]
I got whatchu want
I got whatchu need
Tell me why you don't love me

So while we going in circles
Boy you wanna show boat tellin all of ya friends
How you got me trippin'
I know I been on a slow route cause you cheated without doubt
But I ain't trying to to find another man
My 1st reaction was I invested too much time
You think I'm packing and you must lost your damn mind

[Pre-hook]

Where is the love you don't show me
I'm in love, but love don't love me
Boy I can't believe you cheated
I forgive you, then you cheated
Come on, come on, come on
I just like an idiot, I just can't put up wit this
Come on, come on, come on

[Pre-hook]

[Hook]

Million Bucks Lyrics – Brooke Valentine (feat. Queenz Deliz)

[Verse 1:]
My girl call me up she throwin a party
I click over and call everybody
Hittin' up a mall to get so sexy
It's Friday and I got my money

[Pre-Chorus:]
Ladies shake your hips get wit 'em
Fellas grab your crotch and flick 'em
Throw them hands up do your thizzle
If you feelin' like a mil

[Chorus:]
I'm feelin' like a million bucks
Just got paid jumped in my truck
Boomin' system movin' through me
They think it's dude
But it's me they see
[Repeat]

[Verse 2:]
Boyz go crazy when they see me
They know I know how to do the damn thang
I move my body left to right
They be checkin' me out like I'm a website

[Pre-Chorus:]
Ladies shake your hips get wit 'em
Fellas grab your crotch and flick 'em
Throw them hands up do your thizzle
If you feelin' like a mil

[Chorus:]
I'm feelin' like a million bucks
Just got paid jumped in my truck
Boomin' system movin' through me
They think it's dude
But it's me they see
[Repeat]

[Queenz Deliz Reggaeton Rap:]
Me ven caminando como un millon
Brillo como un diamante amarillo
Me preguntan quiren saber quien soy yo
Pero les digo estoy aqui con Subliminal
Dominicana, Venenzuela, Colombiana
De donde es Jamaica Queens para
Saben que este juego me pertenese a mi
Yo no lo voy a dejar asta no verlos sufrir

[Breakdown:]
All my ladies in the place say oh!
And all my fellas in the place say oh!
Drop them tops show 'em what you got
Throw them hands up and say oh!
[Repeat]
[Chorus:]
I'm feelin' like a million bucks
Just got paid jumped in my truck
Boomin' system movin' through me
They think it's dude
But it's me they see
[Repeat]

I Want You Dead Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

[Spoken]
You know, there's a few things I been wanting to say.
There's a few things I been wanting to get off my chest.
You feel me?

I ran your car into a ditch,
Poked holes in your prophelectives.
Used to love me,
Used to love you,
Now I hate you
You hate me too.
Would have walked on hot coals for you,
Now I don't care spit about you.

I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead.

I pawned your jewelry on the net,
Called up your boss told him u quit.
Must have been breast fed,
Fell on your head,
You'd be better slicing your wrists,
Think you'll ever leave me for her,
Revenge is sweet but I...

I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead.

Used to love me and hug me and tell me you need me,
Hold me gently I was sure of everything,
But now you've changed your my worst enemy
I'd rather see you in the cemetary, gagging, boxed up, full of maggots, rotten bones in a wooden
Casket, but now im calm and cool about this,
Some hopeful thinking never hurt anyone...

I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead,
I want you dead

I want you dead.....

Dying From A Broken Heart Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

[V1]
To whom, this may be concerned
To those who may want to learn
I'm writing this to you
The reason I won't be here no more (no more)
Reason I won't live I yearn (I yarn)
The reason I won't be here observed
Cause I will die if you were to leave

[Chorus]
Oh, look what you've done it's like a disease I'm dying from a broken heart help me
Oooh look what you've done your the remedy
I'm dying from a broken heart.

[V2]
Some may not, understand the words I sing.
They have no idea how I got these wings
They don't know why
I'm an angel in my dreams
'cause if you leave me babe I will die
With this broken heart I can't survive
I need you in my life,
It would kill me if you were to leave
(if you were to leave baba)

[Chorus]
Oh, look what you've done it's like a disease I'm dying from a broken heart help me
Oooh look what you've done your the remedy
I'm dying from a broken heart

I'm loosing time I need you here (with me)
Don't walk away baby please help me
I'm begging I'm on bending knees
Won't somebody come and rescue me
I pleading I'm on bending knees
I can't make it with out you next to me
Will somebody come and save me
Will somebody come and set me free

[Chorus]
Ooh (OoOoh)
Look what you've done
(what you've done)
A remedy
(ooh I need you baby)
(come in save me im dyin from this broken heart)
I'm dying

I'm loosing time I need you here don't walk away baby won't you please help me
Because I'm begging I'm on bending knees won't somebody...

Pass Us By Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

He walked right by me
I knew he was a hottie
I had to back it up
So I can go and say hi (hottie)
He had a cute little booty
My thoughts moved through me
I had to get them digits
Got to mack them up smoothly

[Pre-Hook]
And I say hey boy
You looking kinda cute
Wont you slip me them digits
On the cool
I wanna hook up with you real soon
I hope I aint to
Aggresive for you babe

[Hook]
I see you looking baby, dont be shy
Better catch me now, now, now [2x]
Don't let us pass us by [2x]

Everything is right about him
He's just my type
Ain't no slippin my pimping
Gotta lock his thang tight
Though I'm not that kinda girl
There's a first for everything
When I see something I want
You know I spoiled as can be

[Pre-Hook]
[Hook]

[Bridge]
You could be the one to marry me
A house, a dog, you can be my baby daddy

[Hook]

Laugh Til I Cry Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

[Verse 1:]
Right from the start hell yeah
You were the one even without a kiss you were so much fun
Hurted me all the time but yet it felt so good
Knock me down but my love still stood

[Hook:]
You didn't wanna hurt me but you still did
Couldn't see behind my back you split wrapped up in love I couldn't control it guess now i see
Just what it meant I didn't know what real love was all the hits you gave should had been hugs

[Chorus:]
I laughed till I cried
I seem so happy on the outside
I lied, how was I to know it at that time I was so busy laughing now I'm crying

[Verse 2:]
And I can't deny some times were good
I wouldn't save myself if I could
Blind and naive I was a fool and lucky me I ran into you

[Hook:]
I ask you if you love me you say uh-uh wanna take me out you say uh-uh still had a way of
Getting to me hold me tight and I forget everything still to this day I think of you, you taught me
To see through the lies and get to the truth.

[Chorus:]
I laughed till I cried I seem so happy on the outside I cried how was I to know if at that
Time so busy laughing now I'm crying.

[Bridge 2x:]
The laughter keeps going and my hearts not showing it's lies (it's lies) I wish I
Could show you how many times I cried.

American Girl Lyrics – Brooke Valentine

[Verse 1:]
Mmm
I'm watchin' day time TV
I'm young and I'm restless
I'm on no sunset beach
I'm burnin up in here in Texas
Paranoia on main street
Not enuf to eat
Too many burgers and these fries
Are makin me crazy

[Pre-Hook:]
It's kinda strange growin' up here
Never less safe but don't be afraid
You gotta take what you get here
'Cause nobodies gonna change their ways

[Hook:]
Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go
I'm an American girl
This Disney Worlds your underworld
Try to escape it
Just face it you American girl

[Verse 2:]
We all have the same dream we wake up
On a reality series in a Taxi cab confessing
We're having to much "Sex in the City"
With our pre paid cellular phones
We call apartment homes by the time
We're 14 yeah were already grown
Where we'll end up from here
Well we don't really care
Though we tear up everything we still love to be here.

[Hook:]
Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go
I'm an American girl
This Disney Worlds your underworld
Try to escape it
Just face it you American girl

[Bridge:]
From hooters to looters
We're drowning in beer
Your ruder I'm cruder
Your blurred and I'm clear
Your not helping me here
'Cause we're living in fear
I'm not judging you
But I'll push you and push you

[Hook:]
Many places to travel in this world
No matter where I go
I'm an American girl
This Disney Worlds your underworld
Try to escape it
Just face it you American girl

Whatcha Lookin' At? Lyrics – Brooke Valentine (feat. Kilo aka J.R.K.)

[Verse 1:]
You can roll up your contacts
You can shrug up your shoulders
You can swing ya weave from left to right
'Til you reach Minnesota
We got the spot held down and baby girl you cant hold us
I know u wish u were the shit
Thas why you wish you was on us

[Pre-Chorus:]
You think you cool man
You and your crew man
Well I got news man
I ain't no illusion so:.

[Chorus:]
Whatcha lookin' at!
Whatcha lookin' at!
Whatcha lookin' at!
U know u don't want none of dis
[Repeat]

[Kilo:]
We in da ghetto slangin' yee-yo
Somebody yelled here come the po-po
Flash the dope
We out the back do
Back 2 jail
I'll die before I go
Me and my crew sold up the block
Betta watch out da block is hot!!!!
Me and my crew sold up the block
Betta watch out da block is hot!!!!
Oh-Oh-Oh

[Chorus:]
Whatcha lookin' at!
Whatcha lookin' at!
Whatcha lookin' at!
U know u don't want none of dis
[Repeat]

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D-Girl (Dope Girl) Lyrics – Brooke Valentine (feat. Pimp C)

[Pimp C Intro:]
Subliminal!
Naw'm talkin' bout
It's going down!
Sweet Jones (Sweet Jones)
Brooke Valentine (Brooke Valentine)
Naw'm talkin' bout

[Pimp C Rap:]
My car candy coated, never voted
At the age seventeen
To the game I was quoted
Got a whole foreign tree in my flyest spur
My neck froze, and fire
Worth my coat and shoes mink fur
Y'all niggas ain't no pitbulls, you curred out
I'm Sweet Jones bitch and
You ain't what this shit about
About is Pimp C and the princess of the south
Chunkin it up for that Texas
Lettin 'em see them blades chop

[Verse 1:]
I got a dude he's the flyest in these streets
Down on the corner got the block full of heat
Lookin' for a girl that don't run her mouth
She ain't a hoe all over town
He can call me baby, he can call me his boo
But he call me D-girl, cuz I got that oooh

[Pre-Hook:]
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the D-girl comin'

[Hook:]
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that D-girl that's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that D-girl got 'em like dope fiends

[Verse 2:]
I got that ice cream that's what they say
Got them boys runnin' to they yard for me
I drive 'em wild, make 'em crazy
Got 'em sprung, want me to be they baby (Mama)
But I keep him satisfied
Mess with his bottom chick and yeah he's down to ride

[Pre-Hook:]
Damn the fiends start runnin'
When they hear the D-girl comin'

[Hook:]
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that D-girl that's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that D-girl got 'em like dope fiends

[Bridge:]
I know you want some of what I can serve
They keep comin' back
Cuz my block is so hot

[Pimp C Rap:]
I make my records for them boys
With the golds in they mouth
The thugs on parole with them
O's in they house
The niggas with the heart
In the glassy, glassy soft
Spent my last fifteen years representin' for the south
I'm a OG rock balla, twenty chop crawla
Young girl bout to choose a pimp
Man ain't no need to stall her
I wish that all on I-10, put my life on the line
Now young Pimp is goin'
Platinum with miss Brooke Valentine

[Breakdown:]
I know what you really want from me
I know what you really think y'all need
You already know who I be
The D-girl betta know this V.P.

[Hook:]
Oh they can't control it 'trol it 'trol it
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that D-girl that's why they on me
I got these fiends yeah they runnin, runnin, runnin
I got the game and they want it, want it, want it
So why you askin (Who Dat') Who I be
I be that D-girl got 'em like dope fiends

I know you want some
They keep comin' back

Dope girl, Dope girl
(Subliminal!)
Dope girl, Dope girl
Dope girl, Dope girl

Girlfight (Remix) Lyrics – Brooke Valentine (feat. Miss B, Da Brat, Remy Martin)

Its about to be a... girlfight
REMIX
Hey, sendin this out to all the girl
That got beef with another bitch
Just walk up to that bitch and tell her
What you tell her??

I don't fight..
I don't argue..
I just hit that chick with a bottle

I don't fight..
I don't argue..
I just hit that chick with a bottle

[Chorus]
It's a bout to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

[Verse 1 : Miss B]
I hit that chick wit a bottle
I hit her full throttle
Didn't think I could do it
Cause I look like a model
I'm so impossible
Originated for girlfights
The first to leave a heffa in the hospital
That's me, YUP! Ms B
Ms. bottle action
I swear you heffas can't see me
You all can imitate me and insinuate me
Turn around and bite me, and try to demonstrate me
Huh?
How bout I slap ya, and hit ya with one of these
Punch ya homie in the mouth with a handful of rings
Don't need no help, I can do it myself
Had a clique full of girls, now you all by yourself
YEAH....
You all alone, you ain't said one word
Think security gonna stop it? I'll just flip them a bird
What? You gotta beef baby, I tell ya, we can cook it
Put ya dukes up bitch, you wanna fight we can do it

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

[Verse 2 : Da Brat]
Slit ya throat to the meat, bitch if you got beef
And that's food for thought, so my pits can eat
If I gotta fight the girl
I'm snatching out her curls
I'm gonna catch that hoe around the corner
Beat her 'til she hurl
And let her world cave in, like her face
No body know I done it, cause I left no trace
I'm a bad mother fucker, chi-town my home base
Brooke diggin in yo ass, Happy Valentines Day
Do what I say, lay lay lay, my knuckles on ya jaw
You won't never get a witness saying what they saw
I ain't trying to be no victim, you wanna cross that line
I leave a bitch leakin blood, like its period time
Got that old school in me like Tampax
You can't leave home without my CD like AMEX
I throw them bows left to right
I'm So So Def for life legendary like Mike Bitch!

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

1, 2 meet me outside

[Verse 3: Remy Martin]
Look, if you really wanna get it poppin
I can act like I ain't got a album droppin
But, you the type to talk shit
Get ya ass whipped
And then go call the cops
loose your jewel in the process of gettin it started
Filing all types of reports saying you got robbed
Now that ain't gangsta
And you ain't gangsta
Matter fact, your whole mother fucking crew is wankstas
I'm telling you, you don't really want it with me
I don't know how to act, Remy a OG
I be camped out, waiting at ya J-O-B
Wit my hair in 2 braids
Face, vaseline
And my squad know the plan before we start thumping
Even if I'm winning, we all gonna jump in
Talking wreckless
No hired protection
And we still walking round them metal detectors

[Chorus]
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
We bout to throw them bows
We bout to swing them thangs
It's about to be a what??... GIRLFIGHT

I'm poppin 1 heffa, 2 heffas, 3 heffas, 4

If that chick with her, watch her watch her hit the floor

I don't fight
I don't argue

I just hit that chick with a bottle

Pimped Out lyrics - brooke valentine (feat. Dem Franchize Boyz)

[Intro:]
Yeah, Brooke Valentine
Yeah-Yeah
Yeah DFB, What's Hannenin'?
Dem Franchize Boys

[Buddie: Rap]
Got a college boy look (look), honor roll student (yep)
Shakin' off pounds like I'm Big Mate Luton
On the streets I'm a nuissance, whippin' in a blue six
Shinin' like a star, but Buddie's in Houston
I'm low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
Protected by my presence, therefore you're never nervous (nope)
I know ya boy worth it (yep), the kid got good game
I like that boy swag, I like the name on the kid chain

[Verse 1:]
Gold grill on the front, trimmed up in the back
I know I gotta cop that, get my hands on it
(Then I let go!)
Before you know it, we'll be crusin'
(Pose with the pro, that's the way I like it baby)
Tight shoes on his feet, custom made for me
Stands out in the crowd, speed it up or bring it down
We'll roll slow, anywhere you take me, yes I
(Need to know, that's the way I like it baby)

[Hook:]
I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on)
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on)
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on)
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song
I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac)
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on)
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song)

[Jizzal Man: Rap]
Ride pimped out, mouth gripped out
Gutta on the chain, and the charm cost a house
Summer, DFB boys, yeah they wanna lean wit it
Gutta to the core on the scene, but I be clean wit it
And hoes know me, Jizzal be tryna get it in
Workin' like some Mexicans in the field, with round 'bout fifty men
See us shippin' in, gettin' it, flippin' it, and bring it home
That's why it's five cars, three acounts, and seven acres holmes

[Verse 2:]
He breaks when I need to stop
Turn me on and take on off
Somethin' I can start
Everything I'd ever want,
(I got so!)
Let me see if you can make me
(Make me want more, I'll tell you what I like)
But if he costs more than he's worth
The boy ain't put in work
I just give him up, switch wheels on him
And I move on, you know I can't be waistin' time I gotta
(Move on, that's the way I like it baby)

[Hook:]
I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on)
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on)
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on)
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song
I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac)
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on)
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song)

[Bridge:]
He's gotta be fly, if he's rollin' with me
Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me
He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me
Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me
He's gotta be fly if he's rollin' with me
Gotta have a nice frame if he's messin' with me
He needs a smooth ride is he's cruisin' with me
Gotta come around the way if he's comin' for me

[Pimpin': Rap]
I got a new Sony flat, leather couch you can fall on (fall on)
With floors at the house, you can ball on (ball on)
And ride a '06 and got it pimped out (It's pimped out)
I got 'em takin' pictures when the whip's out
All my tv's flipped out, Pimpin' keep it pimped out (yup!)
And if it's new, I got it soon it's shipped out (naw!)
So you know I keep it pimpin' every time (every time)
It's DFB bitch, and Brooke Valentine

[Hook:]
I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on)
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on)
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on)
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song
I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac)
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on)
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song)

I like 'em pimped out (pimped out), to ride on (ride on)
And when we're rollin', everybody's eyes on (eyes on)
I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on (rely on)
And when we're rollin', we're ridin' out to my song
I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac (like my Cadillac)
And when we go, yeah everybody's on that
I want 'em bulit up, so I can get my lean on (lean on)
I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song (my song)

Lose my mind, yes he makes me lose my mind
So I gotta keep him close, no I just can't let him go
He's got the jingles in her mind
Slippin' in my pimpin' this time
And I just can't let him go
Bet I ain't gon' let him go