"Hard N Da Paint"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
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	CD: Not Of This World   Label: Cinque Entertainment, Inc. Credits: Produced by L. Roberson and W. Broughton
	Story Behind the Song This song is for all types of hip hop lovers. It is something for the ladies and the guys. You can play this song in the clubs, in your ride, at your house party, etc. LRJ is one of the best hip hop artist it is. He is a true professional and a true producer straight out of Houston, TX. One take is all it took! Check it out! Lyrics Hard N’ Da Paint (Chorus) Yo what’s up lil’ mama ya throwed, I wanna take a trip with you on the road, excuse me miss I don’t mean to be frank, baby girl go hard in da paint. (V1)Everybody shake ya rusty ass, pour up a glass, buy the whole bar if you can. Look at them ladies giving brothas heart attacks, beauty queen, white dress, red thong, no straps. Hold up black, pull a card out of the stack, which hottie would you get wit thick or flat? Yeah I know that, but still I feel like asking you, cause you look a little nervous & you scared to pursue. What you do is hit the dance floor & groove, ya can’t check mate without making a move. We so hot we blazin down the building, I gotta cash of stash and on a mission. I’m gazin at this star and I’m wishin, me & you after hours kickin it. Put that on something, real no frontin, speakers blastin the whole club is jumpin. (Chorus) (V2)Spot this chick at the bar, baby what you drinkin? I’m sippin crystal cause white star be trippin. Tell the bartender save the glass & the pail, I want the whole so I could smooth sail. She said that her first name was Angela, and she bet her life that I couldn’t handle her. I’m like a chiropractor see I’ll straighten ya back up now put a hump in it and throw it back tough. All eyes on you, all eyes on me, I’m grindin on you, you grindin on me. So far so good no drama, no cats saying that, that’s his baby’s mama. The ability to charm is mine, but right now just ain’t the time. I’m gonna show y’all niggas this cat can dance, without tryin to get a bulge in my Fubu pants. (Chorus) (V3)U wanna stop right here I go harder, I just downed a pint of Goldschlager. Now I’m gon call her cause I’m bout to rock her world, drop a line to see if I can scoop baby girl. (Hey you) I’m loving how u fit that dress, u got room for 2 then I’m all in boo. No clue, slip off your Gucci shoes, when u mess around wit me, it ain’t no rules. Jump in da ride we gon chop da top, we can hit 59, U can be on top. I hit the beltway runnin through the EZ Tag, ride the white line so my plates don’t flash. Y’all don’t recognize who the hell I is, y’all cats front game, but I be me kid. That’s why I’m in the crib bout to break that branch, trying to hurry up pulling out the Trojan man. (Chorus) repeat

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