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Pure Urban Essentials
Disc 1
01. Favourite Things
02. Get Busy
03. No Letting Go
04. Gossip Folks (Fatboy Slim radio remix)
05. Can U Feel It (Stanton Warriors re-edit) (Mr Reds vs. DJ Skribble)
06. Why? (Looking Back) (Sticky Refix vocal)
07. Imagine (Club Asylum remix)
08. Mundian to bach ke
09. Woo Hah! Got You All in Check
10. Shake Ya Ass
11. Rapper's Delight
12. The Magic Number
13. Bonita Applebum
14. Talkin' All That Jazz
15. Gangsta's Paradise
16. Fu-Gee-La
17. There You Go
18. No Scrubs
19. Ain't Nobody
20. Bootylicious
Disc 2
01. Scandalous
02. When I See You
03. Dy-Na-Mi-Tee
04. Girlfriend
05. Lapdance
06. I'm Gonna Be Alright (Track Masters remix)
07. Superthug
08. Scary Movies (Sonorous Star remix)
09. Midnight (Waiwan mix)
10. The Jump Off
11. What About Us?
12. I Want You
13. Oops (Oh My)
14. Word Love
15. Hold On
16. I'm Coming Out
17. Summertime
18. Fabulous
19. 4 Ever
20. Miss You
I'm fabulous
Hi mommy!
Hi daddy
I'm fabulous! Ha-ha!

Young cat got back did a little time
Now he hard, he buff, he tough, doo-rag and Timbs
Kind of hard to get a job, back out on the block
Charge that to the game

Young girl she grew up in a rush
Had it bad, no doubt, she don't know who to trust
Every man she ever loved only wanna fuck"
Charge that to the game

But its all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We got love for ya'll but ya'll don't love us

Now we swerve in the suburban, switchin' lanes
Spend up all our dough on chrome and thangs
Name our kids with funny names
Don't hate on us we're fabulous
Pre-paid cellies for local calls
Little jons Adidas up at the malls
Rockin cornroll twists, that's how we roll
Don't hate on us were fabulous

They met, he said how she was a dime
So naive that she believed every single line
17 first time, knocked up bout to have a child
Charge that to the game
Was just us and mom, single parent home
She did the best she could, did it all alone

Met a man but he won't raise a child that's not his own
Oh, no
Oh, no, no

But its all gravy, hey baby
Shots get popped, the cops shut down the party
Jeans sag low, blow smoke out of Dutches
We got love for ya'll but ya'll don't love us

Now we swerve in the suburban, switchin lanes
Spend up all our dough on chrome and thangs
Name our kids with funny names

Don't hate on us we're fabulous
Pre-paid cellies for local calls
Little jons Adidas up at the malls
Rockin cornroll twists, that's how we roll
Don't hate on us were fabulous
We're all that we've got
And no matter whatever together we'll weather the storm
It aint a lot, we all we got, it might get rough, but it's alright
'Cause U-N-I-T-Y is all we need to get our R-E-S-P-E-C-T

And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P
And never G-I-V-E U-P
And keep your H-E-A-D U-P