Ja Rule

Ja Rule - Extasy lyrics

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{Ja Rule}
 Yea
 Yea
 Uh
 Uh
 You don't want it
 Wouldn't jokers dare
 Spit it in half nigga
 Gimme that vodka water too
 Yea
 World get on one if you not afraid to fly
 You need to get on a flight and fly tonight
 Brought up in the hottest clubs so high
 That tonight for these hoes is nothing but love
 I'm feelin extra extraordinary freaky
 And i know you hoes wanna roll with me
 I shoot by the bar place my order
 Big baller orderin all that damn water
 I head up to VIP thug-style like WOW
 No body sippin on cristal?
 They all got an A-B honor OJ
 And shorti that I just met name was Candy
 Said she let this true candy to bring it up
 I said that's cool with me as ya ass I touch
 She said rule you scandalous lick the lips
 Popped another one and grabbed my nuts
 I said i fuck so fabulous on ex' all night
 Nothin but sweat and rough sex
 Now ya know what's next
 We up to high noonin
 Schlep Yed and girls its so good

 [Hook]
 I don't wanna control ya
 Just wanna make ya mine
 And when your life's outta order
 Just have a good time

 [Chorus]
 And ex-ta-sy I wanna fly
 And bring ya sex-in me I feel right
 Ex-ta-sy I'm whirrin high
 When ya sex-in me i feel right
 Ex-ta-sy I'm gonna fly
 And when ya sex-in me i feel right
 Ex-ta-sy I'm flyin high
 And when ya sex-in me its so right

 Yea yea bitch c'mon
 We fly high baby
 Just you and I baby
 Gotta flight that leaves
 At a quarter to nine
 Anybody boardin? c'mon then
 We ballin WOW and full of 'ribean
 Hard to keep my balance
 So when I'm in mo all of you hoes got the talent
 High feelin like its all love and no valin
 Full of sweat, bloodshot eyes, and large pupils, X-men
 This is some shit that i could get used to
 I usually blow weed with intentions to OD
 Drink "evian" slowly when I'm on E
 And only those who feel me
 Are gonna hear me
 Especially hoes -n- extasy

 We got the murder man that's the spot to chill
 Got bitches pop the pill feelin hot for real
 Take that shirt off take that skirt off
 Cuz my dick is hard and your ass is soft
 Now that's a freaky combination
 And freaky conversations
 Lead into freaky situations
 Like me tastin your sexuality
 Sexy you ever took extasy?
 And have you wildin in a club
 Smilin at a thug
 Express your hugs
 With one fuckin all of us
 That's right we freakin off for life
 Pass the OJ we gettin high tonight, On

 [Chorus]

 Deutsche Deutsche
 Before i start the Porsche
 I keep them pumpin off the Calvin Kleins, Boodo's
 And the Nike swoosh
 And party saggin like two loose socks
 Invest the money in stocks
 We gettin the orange juice crops
 We ready to get outta hear
 Disappear
 The bitch get like David Copperfield
 When she pop a pill
 Wanna do it in the high heels
 On top of a high hill
 Cause my nigga ain't tryin to run up then i will
 Hit it from behind that's how i polly wit mines
 Man we up all night fuckin by the Hollywood sign
 Yea got smacked up
 Everytime she backed up
 Didn't know there was room in the back
 Of the lack truck
 I pass her the job then he
 Passed it back
 Hope my girl to find a magnum raps
 You need a shoe shine job
 The way you polish a knob
 Backstage panties down eat dick
 Good-bye Biotch!!

 [Hook]

 [Chorus]

 Yea bitch c'mon
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Def Jam 2000

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Released in: 2000

Language: English

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