Cuddy Buddy (feat. Lil Wayne, T-Pain & Twista) - Mike Jones

She make me feel so good Better than I would by myself or If I was with somebody else You don't understand She make the people say, yeah Yeah Uh, I can put you in a log cabin somewhere in Aspen Girl, ain't nothin' to the Pain Ain't trickin' if you got it, what you asking for? Put you in a mansion, somewhere in Wisconsin Like I said, ain't nothin' to the Pain We can change the last name, what's happenin'? 'Cause you look so good, tell me why you wanna work here I put you on the front page of a King Magazine But you gon' get yourself hurt here Ay, baby, I brought you in the back just to have a conversation Really thank you need some ventilation Let's talk about you And me Oh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Ooh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Man, you don't understand she make the people say, yeah Yeah Yeah She hit the main stage, she make the people say, yeah Yeah Yeah I can put you in the condo, all the way up in Toronto Baby, put you in a fur coat, ridin' in the Murciélago I put you in the beach house, right on the edge of Costa Rica Put one of them lil' flowers in your hair Have you lookin like a fly mamacita, fuego 'Cause you look so good, you make me wanna spend it all on you Get up out this club, slide wit' your boy We can do what you wanna, yeah Baby, I bought you in the back, 'cause you need a lil' persuasion Plus you need a little ventilation Let's talk about you And me Oh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Ooh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Man, you don't understand she make the people say, yeah Yeah Yeah She hit the main stage, she make the people say, yeah (She make the people say) Yeah (She make the people say) Yeah Now I can put your ass out, oh, keep runnin yo' mouth, hehe And if yo' brothers keep trippin', I'ma show 'em what these teardrops 'bout Shawty I was just playin', ooh, but I can take you to the Cayman Islands Have you screamin', and hollerin', we gon' be makin' love on the beach The people see what we doin' Aww, they pointin and ooing Oh, but we gon' keep on doin' it Like it's just me and you and no one else around It went down on the balcony And I ain't talkin' no penthouse suite Shawty like a model out the Penthouse sheets That's why I got her on my penthouse sheets And oh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Ooh, I can't believe it Ooh, ooh, she all on me, on me Man, man, I think she want me, want me Nah, I, can't leave her lonely, naw Man, you don't understand she make the people say, yeah (She make the people say) Yeah (She make the people say) Yeah She hit the main stage, she make the people say, yeah Yeah

Yeah, yeah! I need a Winn-Dixie grocery bag full of money (whoo!) Right now to the VIP section (whoo!) You got Young Mula in the house tonight, baby (yeah!) Yeah, haha, yeah, Young (ay-hey) Young, Young, Young, Young Mula baby! If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way Now I was bouncing through the club She love the way I diddy-bop I see her boyfriend hatin' like a city cop Now I ain't never been a chicken but my fifty cocked Say I ain't never been a chicken but my semi cocked Now where your bar at? I'm tryna rent it out And we so bout it bout it, now what are you about? DJ showin love he say my name when the music stop "Young Money, Lil Wayne" then the music drop I make it snow, I make it flurry I make it all back tomorrow, don't worry Yeah, it's young Wayne on the hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Young Money If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Streets!) It go one for the money, two for the show Now clap your hands if you got a bank roll (Chris) Like some clap on lights in this bitch I'mma be clappin all night in this bitch Lights off, mask on Creep silent, she smiling He muggin, who cares Cause my goons, are right here Like it's nothing, to a big dog And I'm a Great Dane, I wear 8 chains I mean so much ice, they yell, "Skate, Wayne!" She wanna fuck Weezy but she wanna rape Wayne (And I'mma let her) If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like Okay, it's young Wayne on these hoes A.K.A Mr. Make-it-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Like ayyy! And everybody say Mr. Rainman can we have a rainy day? Bring an umbrella, please bring an umbrella 'Ella, 'ella, 'ella, ayyy! Bitch ain't shit but a ho and a trick But you know it ain't trickin if you got it You know we ain't fuckin if you not thick And I'll cool your ass down if you think you're hot shit So Rolex watch this, I do it, four, five, six My click-clack goes the black four-fifth And just like it I'll blow that shit Cause bitch I'm the bomb like tick, tick BIATCH! If you got money (yeah) and you know it (yeah) Then take it out your pocket and show it then throw it like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way If you getting mugged from everybody you see Then hang over the wall of the VIP like (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way (Fly!) This-a-way (fly!) that-a-way Yeah, it's young Wayne on the hoes AKA Mr. Make-It-Rain-On-Them-Hoes Yeah, young Wayne on the hoes Make a stripper fall in love, T-Pain on them hoes Uh-huh... um, Young Mula baby

DJ Khaled Cash Money, Young Money We The Best, Khaled I got you Welcome to my hood Where the hood at? (Huh) Where the hood at? (Uh-huh) YMCMB (Rozay) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop That's the sound of the police in my hood Audemar on my wrist, diamonds look like they glowin' 50 stacks, all singles, I make it look like its snowin' Black unmarked cars, gotta peep how they playin' Treat them like jack boys, catch them slippin' then slay them Lord, forgive me for my sins That's my confessions, if they put me in this Benz I got possession of a federal offense I'm talkin' pressure in my criminal intent (Uh) So wear ya vests and I'm still gon' stunt like it ain't no tomorrow Fuck ya house note, nigga, blow that bitch on a bottle The Ferrari just a front, got the Lambo in the back Told you, We The Best forever, DJ Khaled handle that (Huh) Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop That's the sound of the police in my hood I know some niggas from my hood that would rob Noriega I'm talkin' Noriega, nigga, the real Noriega If you ain't from the hood, bitch, then stop impersonatin' us And tell Congress when you see 'em, bitch, I'm stealin' cable And leave the D-Boys alone 'cause they motivate us And why is the half of my whole hood on papers? Some of 'em on house arrest, some of 'em on child support Some of 'em did they bid, the other half waitin' to go to court Mr. Landlord, we gon' bust your ass with that eviction note Better have the police with you dog, if you came to repo I'm talkin' strip clubs, I'm talkin' liquor stores We throwin' money 'round here, but y'all can Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody (Yeah) And if I got it, everybody got it, oh Welcome to my hood (Uh-huh) Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh (I got Mac in this bitch with me) Welcome to my hood (Scoob Doo in this bitch with me) They outside playing hopscotch And everybody know this is the hot spot Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop (I'm goin' in) That's the sound of the police in my hood Bitch, I'm on probation, so my nerves bad And they say time flies, but mine's first class I landed in the sky, I fell from the streets I talk a lot of shit and practice what I preach Back from hell, cell 23 Tell the warden kiss my ass, pockets on Monique Bitch I'm from the murder capital, hoe, I'm far from practical Shit happens and since I'm the shit, I'm who it happened to Young Money, Cash Money, blood bitch, I'm red hot I don't see nobody, see no body like a head shot All that bullshit is for the birds, throw some bread out Got it sewed up, check the thread count Welcome to my hood Everybody know everybody (Uh) And if I got it, everybody got it, oh (Young Mula baby) Welcome to my hood Look at all these old school Chevy's 24's so you know we roll heavy, oh (YMCMB) Welcome to my hood They outside playing hopscotch (Khaled I gotcha!) And everybody know this is the hot spot (Mama I got 'em) Welcome to my hood Them boys will put you down on your knees Woop, woop I say fuck the police in my hood

Yeah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah Ah-ah-ah-ah Yeah Yeah-uh (Can you see?) Yeah-uh (She's mine) Uh-ah-oh-oh (She's mine) Mmm Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue But for the right one, I'll spit it out and place her right on The night's young, meaning we minus the bright sun And I'm numb like I'm inside 'em like white on a ripe bun Like that one, baby stacked wit' a fat one Action-pack wit' a rack and a little bit of that 'yac she's passed on Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I'm Vlad and I'm back I'll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion (I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies They don't give a damn that I'm manic Even though I'm so shady Baby girl, but don't play me I ain't tryna have no babies, but baby You braised and so savory Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out That's 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she's Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain, Tech and Weez I know what you sayin' But you know I ain't playin' Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans And oh-oh (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Oh-oh-oh-oh Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip Yeah, let's make a movie, I'ma flip the script Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship Uh, 'cause I'm a nasty motherfucker Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles Heh, she call me daddy and she scream "Uncle" Open up and spread, I'm pullin' her hair, she pullin' my dreads I'm breakin' her off, we breakin' the bed Fuck her like a dog, she shakin' her leg I'm killin' it soft, I'm makin' it red I'm makin' her talk, I'm makin' her beg I'm makin' her crawl, I'm makin' her run I'm makin' it numb, I'm makin' it cum, I am Young Weezy F. Baby She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it (Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don't waste it I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it Tunechi! I know what you sayin' But you know I ain't playin' Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans And oh-oh (Girls sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) Spin hat booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) Oh-oh-oh-oh When I get my mittens on this kitten She'll be bitten, then she missin' 'Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in Canceled all of her ex-men If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then I'm gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then Nibblin' on her neck and I'm makin' her wet wit' no question Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism Got way mo' cash to give 'em, but they don't ask, just twist 'em I don't have to give 'em stacks for me to mash within 'em I'm they master, hit 'em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick 'em And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us And make 'em do all of us, and we don't be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers Y'all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled The bitch'll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers Anybody outside don't get much news from me 'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?) This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay I don't know what you feel I don't know what you think I don't know what you see, my nigga (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) I know what you sayin' But you know I ain't playin' Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans And oh-oh (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) (Girl sure look like fuck food to me) Now you see what I see The lady's mine, mine, mine, mine, mine Now you see what I see (can you see?) The lady's mine, mine, (she's mine), mine, mine, (she's mine), mine

Okay we walk off in this bitch (yeah) Ballin' in this bitch (okay) Hoppin' out of Lambos and Ferraris in this bitch Poppin' bottles with a thick red super model bitch They may talk a lot of that but they can't do alot of this Ay, Rico told me turn the lights on (turn the lights on) So I grab the Audemar and threw the ice on I'm a big dawg, got em pissed off A lot of niggas rapping, ain't none this raw They like, "Ay, look at T.I., ballin' in the V.I. Bunch of bad bitches with him looking like Aaliyah" We just pull up, hop out Go in, show out Buy the whole bar, pop bottles go hard This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt The club full of bad bitches and they came to play Okay it must be your ass 'cause it ain't your face Now if you looking for them bottles and them stacks girl Then make your way up to my section where it's at girl Okay now do you wanna kick it with a nigga with a meal ticket? Broke nigga looking mad, they just gotta deal with it Get right hoe, roll a dice hoe And y'ain't gotta be a dyke 'cause you like hoe But everyday I step behind a wall I do it big, ride fly, stunt, shine and ball I got a bunch of money, so come and get it from me And a bucket full of bottles, buss it open If you wanna get drunk (turn the lights on) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ball, ball, ball, ball (yeah, Tip) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt Ain't no nigga like a Young Money nigga Pop that pussy like a gun, pull the trigger Shake that ass like a salt shaker I keep a L lit up like an elevator Bitch shake it like a dog, hop like a frog, ride it like a horse I throw that dick like darts Drink all muddy, flag all bloody I'm killin' these hoes like that nigga Ted Bundy I'm a good looking rapper, I ain't tryna stunt I'm a fire my blunt like Donald Trump Where you at hoe? Where you at hoe? Can a nigga stick his key up in ya back door (turn the lights on) Tunechi This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk This club so packed, these hoes so drunk I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt And do ya thing in slow motion like Soulja Slim And come around, wipe me down like Boosie (free Boosie) Now back that thang up for me, show me that you love me If it's really too much for you you can bring a couple buddies Everyday I do my thang, big stones and chains She let me drill all in her mouth, no Novocaine Them other broke niggas, all they did was told ya thangs I could get ya on that G4 and show ya thangs I like my women fat, ass pretty toes and thangs Long hair don't care as long as none down there If it's manicured I can have fun down there Take you to whatever club throw some money in the air This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (haha) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah) This club so packed, these hoes so drunk (yeah, yeah) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt (Young Mula baby) Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball Ball, ball, ball, ball (this club so packed, these hoes so drunk) I got a bottle, got a model, got a molly, got a blunt

(Rhythm is both the song's manacle and it's demonic charge. It is the original breath, it is the whisper of unremitting demand. "What do you still want of me?", says the singer. "What do you think you can still draw from my lips?" Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the oldest secret, alive with the blood that boils again, and is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singer's blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouth's open erotic sky where dance together the lost frenzies of rhythm and an imploring immobility. Ladies and gentlemen, Miss Grace Jones. Jones the Rhythm.) Slave! Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm Axe to wood in ancient times Man machine, production line The fire burns, with heartbeats strong Sing out loud, the chain gang song Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up Slave to the rhythm Dance to the rhythm, The rhythm... master... master... Never stop the action, keep it up Never stop the action Keep it up, keep it up. Slave to the rhythm, work to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm. Slave to the rhythm, Dance to the rhythm, live to the rhythm, Slave to the rhythm, work... to the rhythm, To the rhythm, work to the rhythm, to the rhythm. Slave, slave, To the rhythm, to the rhythm, to the rhythm. (Grace) Oh that's weird... (Grace Jones, welcome) Thank you Paul. And if you're wondering what's wrong with my voice, I just choked on my saliva. So... (Now obviously you're in the Bond movie.)

You can ride all day long Another Myke Diesel production (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I'm back, my music tracks about to sell another mil' My pants stay saggin' from them hundred dollar bills These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel These haters hate but they don't really wanna see the steel Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Had a million in my bank before Asylum bought the deal Before I came I just say the streets wouldn't feel The - that I'm spittin', the - that's real But now I'm like Melo, I'm the king of the hill American dream, I'm livin' that for real Eleven cars later - tell me how you feel Took the diamonds off my teeth And put 'em on my Phantom grill (smile, ha ha) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone Chasing a man you can't see (Mike Jones) So just walk away and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) I used to get dissed by the chicks in the club Now they want to rub my belly, wanna show your boy some love They see me iced up, they be like, "What's up?" Try to jack me if you wanna, I'ma leave you - up Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz Used to roll hatchback, now I'm Cadillac and Benz I used to have homies, now I'm like, "- friends" 'Cause even back then all they did was pretend Now I got my own label Ice Age and I'm boss I'm the mayor of this town with the key to that vault All my cars black on black except the one with thick gloss Got another white on white I call that - rick Rick Ross (Ross) You can ride all day long (Mike Jones) But you'll never catch Mr. Jones He's got a gang that's far too strong (Ice Age, Ice Age, Ice Age) Your friends know it, that's why you're all alone (hahahahahaha) Chasing a man you can't see (you can't see me, baby) So just walk away, and let him be He's got a shotgun so go back home (Who? Mike Jones Who? Mike Jones) 'Cause you'll never get Mr. Jones (Mike Jones, Mike Jones) Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain Hey Now make it rain American Dream, album and movie on the way, baby