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Essential R&B: The Very Best of R&B: Summer 2004
Disc 1
01. F*** It (I Don't Want You Back)
02. In da Club
03. Tipsy
04. Beautiful
05. Blowin' Me Up (With Her Love)
06. Breathe
07. Like I Love You
08. Shake Ya Ass
09. My Lovin'
10. Breathe and Stop
11. Hard Knock Life
12. It Can't Be Right
13. You Can Do It
14. Right Here
15. California Love
16. It Takes Two
17. Toxic
18. You Got It Bad
19. Be Faithful
20. Ignition (remix)
Disc 2
01. Hey Ya!
02. Ride Wit U
03. Hot in Herre
04. If I Ain't Got You
05. Back & Forth
06. No Scrubs
07. Gravel Pit
08. Made You Look
09. Comin' From Where I'm From
10. You Know That I Love You
11. Can I Kick It?
12. I'll Be Around
13. I Luv U
14. One Call Away
15. Wot Do U Call It?
16. Don't Mug Yourself
17. Mundian To Bach Ke
18. Paid in Full
19. Single
20. Summertime
I love you
I.I.I. I... I love you
I lov... I lov. I love. I love you
I. I .I. I. I love you
I... I... I. I. I. I. I. I love you
I lov... I.I.I. I love you
I... I... I. I. I. I. I. I love you
I... I... I. I. I. I. I. I love you
I love you, I love you
I... I... I. I. I. I. I. I
I... I... lov. love you you
I... I... love love you

Yo, if that girl knows where you stay that's poor
Some whore banging on your door what for
Pregnant? What're you talking about this for
Fifteen, she's underage that's raw
And against law 5 years or more
Now she wants a score and half of a draw
That the kind of threat that you can't ignore
That whore got you pinned down to the floor
But it's your own fault you said three magic words
When that's the one for the birds
When you said that she forgot other boys
It's over you better start buying the toys
There was no intention in front of your wife
That she knows this that she's ending your life
It's a real shame you got hacked by the whores
It's a shame that kid probably ain't yours

That girl some bitch ya know, she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone, she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home, these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

Alright, she's a bad girl I'ma buss doe
Captain Rascal with a crossbow
She came she got picked off yo
Nah it's not a love ting, get lost hoe
Dizzy Rascal come down like snow
With freezing cold flows like Moscow
Dumb hoe, get me upset, guns blow
Bitch, you're not ready for Skid Row
Leap low Dizzy Rascal dig low
Big feet for the force with my big toe
I got no chaps, no chains not much doe
Get juiced but this ain't a love ting hoe
Don't slap or you might get a ho-hoe
Jambo coming through like Rambo
Love ting takes two like tango
But she ain't my wifey she can go

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
These days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got chatted up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up, oh well, he got whacked up, oh well

Listen, I like your girl so you better look after your girl
Or I might just take your girl and make your girl my girl
Switch your girl with Michelle, switch Michelle with Chantalle
Play Chantalle with Shennele, lyrical clientelle but I ain't a bow cat
I don't like the smell I'm gonna go through a shell
And make a boy feel unwell
That girl's from school, that girl's from college
That girl gives brains, that girl gives knowledge
That girl gives head, that girl gives shines
That girl gives BJ's at all times she looks decent, she looks fine
But don't talk about wifey she's not mine
She got batches, six in a line, believe me that's not a good sign

That girl' some bitch ya know she keep calling my phone
She don't leave me alone she just moan and groan
She just keep ringin' me at home, these days I don't answer my phone
That boy' some prick you kna' all up in my hair
Thinks that I care keeps following me here
Keeps following me there, these days I can't go no where
Ain't that your girl? Nah it ain't my girl
I swear that's your girl 'cause it ain't my girl
She got juiced up, oh well, she got jacked up, oh well
I swear that's your man, I ain't got no man
You was with that man, he was just any man
He got hotted up (oh well)
He got whacked up (oh well)

(I) Uh, Dizzee Rascal (love you, I-I, love you)
Roll Deep (I love-love-love, I love-love you-you)
It's all love, ha ha (I love you, I-you, I-you, love-love)
2000 and slew, get me (I love you, I-I love you-you)
Damn right I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I-I-I-I)
I'm articulate, I'm not an idiot (I-I)
Dem boy nah ready yet, trend they could never set (I-I)
This is the next step, I write the 2-step (I-I)
Niggas better get set, I'll make your girl wet (I-I-I I love you-you-you you)