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Kiss Presents The Hip Hop Collection
Disc 1
01. F U Right Back
02. I Ain't Mad at Cha
03. If I Can't
04. Got Some Teeth
05. Express Yourself
06. Wanna Get to Know You
07. Girls, Girls, Girls
08. Stand Up
09. Fight the Power
10. Lapdance
11. Pump It Up
12. I Ain't Goin' Out Like That
13. Deliverance
14. Hey Ma
15. Be Faithful
16. White Lines
17. Who's That Girl?
18. Uh Oooh (remix)
Disc 2
01. Still D.R.E
02. Hypnotize
03. Hey Mama
04. So Fresh, So Clean
05. Suga Suga
06. Turn It Up/Fire It Up
07. Mama Said Knock You Out
08. X Gon' Give It to Ya
09. Know How
10. Ride Wit Me
11. It's Like That
12. Wild Thing
13. Tha Crossroads
14. Dy-Na-Mi-Tee
15. People Everyday
16. This D.J.
17. Livin' It Up
18. La La La
19. Brass Monkey
It's about that time, y'all
Haha, Ruff Ryders
You know, Teflon, Eve, woo!
Yo, yo, yo
They wanna know

Who's that girl? Uh, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo, yo, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Uh, what's my name? Yo, yo, uh, what's my name? Yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, uh, uh, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Yo, yo
Can I turn you on by my word spell?
Look into my eyes, think I want you, can't tell
Me, I keep it sexy, daddy so I can't fail
Keep it gangsta for the cowards so I give 'em hell
Call me misfit, lips spit a gang of trash
Wrist glist now 'cause I make a gang of cash
Light glance, still street with the doo-rag

Slang, spit game, change speech, how they do that? Huh
Watch they mouths drop, watch the crowds pop up and act out
Broads with the screw face, smash on and knock out
Ain't changed, game don't run me, I run the game
If I gotta keep it gritty, so be it, I'm supposed to change

Like simple, dizzy broads ain't fuckin' with my mental
Natural born hustlin' bitch, check what I've been through
Got mine, took it from you, and now you slot mine
Exec to my own shit, dawg I'm ownin' dot coms

Who's that girl? C'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Huh, uh, uh, uh
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Yo, yo
I can understand why they're scared of Eve
Thought I did it one way, ain't prepared for me
Huh, mad 'cause an image, I don't care to be
Realness, real shit, spit reality
Attitude rude, that's the Philly in I
Need me in the game, I'm the thrill in your life

Breath of fresh air
Little boys hang me on their wall, I grow 'em chest hair
Why you listenin' to other shit? You got the best here
Come on try your luck, shorty, I got the rest scared
Bet you anything you ain't ready and you get left there
Ain't known for frontin', vouch for my behavior

Same way they get down, I get down for this paper
16 lean from my pence so you can test her
Still need to know who I am, then cop the record
Take it like a class on me and learn the lesson
Bottom line, my world, my way, any questions?

Who's that girl? Uh, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, yo, yo, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Uh, say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, yo
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Power moves is made everyday by this thorough bitch
I'ma get this bank anyway that I do this shit
I was born to shine, and most of y'all's borderline bullshit
Know exactly what I want from me, you cats is clueless
Dispose the flow through my hands like water
Heat starts growing from my son or my daughter

Eve want her own cash, fuck what you bought her
He spend, you owe, that's what mommy taught her
So hardball is played, won't starve today
Song after song I write so I get paid
Thought I wasn't followin' up with the second round

Now bitch, swallow it up while I shove it down
Make 'em love me over again and over your name
Bet you they get over your style and over your fame
Why you lookin' sad at me? I ain't to blame
Back to plan B, baby, I can feel your pain

Who's that girl? E-V-E, y'all, uh, uh, now say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, c'mon, uh, uh, uh, c'mon, c'mon
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl? Uh, E-V-E, y'all, c'mon, now say my name, y'all
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl, uh, uh, uh, uh
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Who's that girl?
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Eve's that girl
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)

(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
(La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)