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Essential R&B: The Very Best of R&B: Winter 2005
Disc 1
01. Don't Cha
02. Don't Phunk With My Heart
03. Bananza (Belly Dancer)
04. Touch
05. Gasolina
06. Ordinary People
07. Here I Go Again
08. Rockstar
09. Let Me Hold You
10. Jenny From the Block
11. Scandalous
12. Gotta Go Gotta Leave (Tired)
13. Right On
14. Tipsy
15. Where the Hood At
16. Poppin' Them Thangs
17. No Diggity
18. Breathe
19. N Dey Say
20. Switch
Disc 2
01. Ghetto Gospel
02. Dreams
03. Slow Down
04. Judgement Day
05. Baby Goodbye
06. Burn
07. Roses
08. Doin It
09. Wishing on a Star
10. Two Can Play That Game
11. I Ain't Heard of That
12. So Seductive
13. Obsession
14. Nookie
15. Girls Ain't Nothing but Trouble
16. Have a Nice Day
17. 9 to 5
18. Can I Kick It
19. FU Right Back
20. Fuck It (I Don't Want You Back)
Ooh
Ooh
No no no
You know there is two sides to every story

See I don't know why your cryin' like a bitch
Talkin' shit like a snitch
Why'd you write a song 'bout me
If you really didn't care
You wouldn't wanna share
Tellin' everybody just how you feel

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

Fuck what I did it was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

You thought you could really make me moan
I had better sex all alone
I had to, to do your friend
Now you want me to come back
You must be smokin' crack
I'm goin' else where and that's a fact

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

Fuck all those nights I moaned real loud
Fuck it, I faked it, aren't you proud
Fuck all those nights you thought you broke my back
Well guess what yo, your sex was wack

Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah

You questioned did I care
Maybe I would have
If you woulda gone down there
Now it's all over
But I do admit I'm glad I didn't catch your crabs
I can't sweat that 'cause I got to go

Fuck what I did was your fault somehow
Fuck the presents, I threw all that shit out
Fuck all the cryin', it didn't mean Jack
Well guess what yo, fuck you right back

Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
Oh oh, uh uh yeah
You made me do this