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(COUNTRY) Lonestar - Amazed

Lonestar - Amazed (1999)

(POP) Whitney Houston - It's Not Right But It's Okay

Whitney Houston - It’s Not Right But It’s Okay (1999)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uEELHvGOg7o
http://www.dailymotion.com/swf/x22xvs

It's not right, but it's okay

Verse 1 
Friday night you and your boys went out to eat 
Then they hung out, but you came home around three (yes you did)
If six of ya'll went out 
then four of you were really cheap 
Cause only two of you had dinner 
I found your credit card receipt

CHORUS
It's not right ,but it's okay 
I'm gonna make it anyway
Pack your bags up and leave 
don't you dare come 
Running back to me 
It's not right, but it's okay 
I'm gonna make it anyway 
Close the door behind you 
Leave your key 
I'd rather be alone than unhappy

Verse 2 
I pack bags so you can leave town for a week (yes I am)
The phone rings and then you look at me 
said it was one of your friends 
down on 54th street boy 
So why did 213 show up on your caller ID?



I've been through all this before 
Don’t think about it, don’t think about it 
Head on out that door(aint gon get yours)
Things have got to change baby(Things have got to change baby)
You dont stand no chance boy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Don’t you turn around
There's no more tears 
Left here for you to see

Now is it really worth you going out like that tell me oh
See I'm moving on and I refuse to turn back back back yeah
See all of this time I thought I had somebody 
down for Whitney 
It turns out, you were making a fool of me OH!!!!!!!

REPEAT CHORUS until end

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(POP) Shania Twain - That Don't Impress Me Much

Shania Twain - That Don’t Impress Me Much (1999)

I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
But you've got being right down to an art
You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
You're a regular original, a know-it-all 
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else 

Okay, so you're a rocket scientist
That don't impress me much
So you got the brain but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much 

I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket
And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place 

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else 

Okay, so you're Brad Pitt
That don't impress me much
So you got the looks but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night
That don't impress me much 

You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine
You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
I can't believe you kiss your car good night
C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right! 

Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else 

Okay, so you've got a car
That don't impress me much
So you got the moves but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night 

That don't impress me much
You think you're cool but have you got the touch
Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright
But that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night
That don't impress me much 

Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...
Whatever
That don't impress me

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(POP) JT Money Featuring Sole - Who Dat

JT Money Featuring Sole - Who Dat (1999)

[JT Money] 
Jack jack.. YEAH! 
Put em up! Put em up! 
Yo yo.. JT Money! 
Throw em up! Throw em up! 
JT Money! 

Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Joe Nutty who dat?) 
Aiy ya ya ya ya ya ya (Who dat? Huh?) 
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who 
(WHO DAT? who dat? WHO DAT? who dat?) 
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew 
(Huh? YEAH!) 

Yo who dat off brand nigga tryin to hang wit the clique 
Flossin like you came wit the clique 
But would you bang with the clique if it was thick 
or do you just ride dick? 
Cause playa, I don't know you, nigga tell me who you wit! 
If you hang wit the Squad, you bound to get scarred 
Sucker boys run they mouth, real niggaz run the yard 
Round here we blow trees, don't fuck with OB's 
You dick-ride niggaz might be the police; aaaah-iight? 

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya NIG-GA) 
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (YEAH!) 
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who 
(Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) 
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew 
(Tryin to.. in my.. it's you!) 

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) 
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) 
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who 
(Who dat? Who dat? Who dat?) 
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew 
(Who dat? Tryin to get up in my..) 

[Sole'] 
Uhh, me and my girls rollin deep, represent the Sole 
Bunch of fly-ass bitches, when we ride it's on 
See them niggaz all pause, droppin digital phones 
Askin me, where you from, cause they wantin to clone, niggaz.. 
Them lines, they spit, they want, my shit 
But game, be wack, I turn, my back 
Then hear that you're lickin, stickin it 
Tell all your friends that you're dickin it 
Swingin on them ??? 
Hi-Fi shit nigga, get sick with this, say 
Who dey? Who dat? No chance, blew dat 
When you said that you wrote this 
Have Red Zone niggaz on blow for this bitch 
Don't you deny it nigga, don't even try it nigga 
You makin claims that you laid wit the fly nigga 
Don't know, your name 
it still, remains 
That you, would say 
you fucked Sole' 
Everytime they turn a back, burn tracks 
Niggaz wanna say they've earned stacks 
Dick be jack, picture that 
Say my name I'm the one, who the fuck is dat? Why? 

[JT Money] 
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) 
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) 
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who 
(Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) 
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew 
(Who dat? Tryin to get up in my crew!) 

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) 
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) 
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who 
(Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) 
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew 

I been said a legendary up in this motherfucker 
Veteran in this game, and still bringin ruckus 
Never had no time for tricks or no bustaz 
I only fuck wit dat real I got no love for suckers 
All these tiny-ass niggaz be wanna wear my shoes 
Ain't got the slightest of clues or either paid your dues 
Then these hoes goin crazy, bout J baby! 
The way you show me your love, is by the way you pay me 
The game room been closed, so stay up out of mine 
Just know I keep niggaz up and krunk, like battle lines 
Motherfuckers be all up in a nigga biz 
Tryin to question my shit just like a pop quiz 
Nigga what this is? Aaaa-ight? 

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) 
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) 
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who 
(Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) 
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew 
(Who dat? Tryin to.. in my.. it's you!) 

Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Aiy-ya-ya) 
Aiy-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya (Ya-ya-ya-ya-ya) 
Who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who dat who 
(Who dat? Who dat? Who dat? HUH?) 
Who dat who dat who dat tryin to get up in my crew 
(Who dat? Tryin to get up in my crew!) 

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(POP) Busta Rhymes Featuring Janet - What's It Gonna Be?!

Busta Rhymes Featuring Janet - What’s It Gonna Be?! (1999)

What's It Gonna Be?!
Ah ah
Ah, ah.. c'mon
Ah, ah, ah uh uh-uh
Uhhh, ahhh
Yeah, Busta Rhymes
Janet Jackson, here we go, one time!

Baby just tell me just how you feel (how you feel)
We livin it I'm just givin it to you real, baby c'mon
Ev-erytime we crossin the borderline
Be giving it to you makin you feel fine, turn the heat up
Better believe we gon' shine, make your body wind
Baby the pleasure is all mine -- to my people
who be regulating the dancefloor (dancefloor)
Better step to your business and handle yours, how we do it?
Making your people just wanna bounce and get busy
because you know that we always'll hit you off, what you say?
You wondering why you feeling the force (force force)
And don't you worry cause yo we ready to floss (floss floss)
Mohicans'll always a put you on
And blow the spot til the very second I'm gone - get your groove on
Now that you tired I hope your body recoupin
because we keepin you movin that's what we doin and you know we're

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Yeah, yeah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah yeah, make your body just scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Ha ha, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me (yeah, what it's gon' be?)
What's it gonna be?!

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah, ah, ah, make your body wet, c'mon)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Hah, make your body scream yeah yeah, yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes]
What what, what, party people
seeing you waving your hand high
Hot shit, burning you making your ass fry, baby c'mon
Give you the shit what that make you quiver while I deliver
the shit that'll hit you right in your live
Always SoundScan'n, we never leavin you hangin
I'm always doin my thang and my music always be bangin, so check it
You know we be always movin the crowd (crowd)
Type of feeling that make you wanna go play it loud (loud) whattup?
*echoes* WHEN, WE, COME, and hit YOU
Best believe, we really gon' get YOU
Light up whatever you wanna flaunt
Cause we be dippin it baby, so what you want? Here we go
Paintin the picture we keep it hot in the winter
Now big up my people you know I'm always wit'cha -- Flipmode!
We blowin and takin over the planet - full blast
Hittin with Busta Rhymes and Janet and you know we're gonna

[Janet Jackson] (Busta Rhymes)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, ah ah, gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Yeah, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah)
Gonna make gonna make you think of naughty things
(Uh uh, make you think of naughty things)
Like me on you (or me on you) and you on me 
What's it gonna be?! (what it's gon' be?)

Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body wet
(Ah ah, yeah, we gonna make your body wet)
Gonna make gonna make your body scream again
(Ha ha, gonna make your body scream out yeah yeah!)
Gonna make gonna make gonna make your body cream
(Yeah! Hah, gonna make your body cream)
Make you have wet dreams (make you have wet dreams)
What what what, what's it gonna be?!

[Busta Rhymes] (Janet)
What, what, what.. what what?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!)
I wanna know where my road dawgs is it
I wanna know where my live women is at - Where you at?
We gonna make your body feel wet (WET)
We gonna make your body say yeah (YEAH!!)
Now everybody wave your hand real high - real high
And let me see you all put em up in the sky - c'mon
Makin my niggaz just say HO, word up
And makin you women just say AH, baby c'mon
Bringin it to you in many ways
We makin and takin you people right through another phase, c'mon
We rocking it baby that's how we dropping it baby
There ain't no stopping it baby I know we driving you crazy
And then we hit with the greatest of all times - times times
No matter what you do baby, we gon' shine and you know we're gonna

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