Team Laefy and Mina's themes

[Neko and Kai Uchiha]

[glow=red,2,300] the baby of group Mina[/glow]
"Son Of A Gun (I Betcha Think This Song Is About You)"
(feat. Carly Simon)

Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy mutherf**kers
Try to have your cake and eat it too

Sharp shooter into breakin hearts
A baby gigolo - a sex pistol
Hollerin at everythin that walks
No substance just small talk
Know why you feelin on that girl's behind
You gotta sleezy one track mind
Working your work until you think you find
Who's goin home with you tonight

Oh, who you give it to
Who you gonna steal it from
Who's your next victim
Oh, who you gonna lie to
Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone
Oh, what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh, gonna be a showdown
Knock down - drag out
Gunslinger shoot 'em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you

Sweatin me but I'm not your type
You think you irk me and you're so right
I'd rather keep the trash and throw you out
Stupid pregnant dog in my beach house
Naw I ain't gone go and act a fool
And be lead story on the nigga news
Not me sucher
I'll bnever be your lover
I'm gonna make you suffer
You stupid mutherf**ker

Oh, who you give it to
Who you gonna steal it from
Who's your next victim
Oh, who you gonna lie to
Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone
Oh, what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh, gonna be a showdown
Knock down - drag out
Gunslinger shoot 'em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you

Ha ha
Hoo hoo
Thought you'd get the money too
Greedy mutherf**kers
Try to have your cake and eat it too

Gotta chip upon your shoulder
I just knocked it off
Show me what you gonna do
I ain't bout to run
You have just run out of ammunition
Shootin blanks now
You son of a gun

Oh, who you give it to
Who you gonna steal it from
Who's your next victim
Oh, who you gonna lie to
Who you gonna cheat on
Who you gonna leave alone
Oh, what ya gonna tell her
After she discovers
You don't really love her
Oh, gonna be a showdown
Knock down - drag out
Gunslinger shoot 'em up

I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
I betcha think this song is about you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you
Don't you


Whats up girl?

He stood me up again.

Again?

Um hmmm.

Well whats up with this guy? do you really like him that much?

Yes, honey, I love him. he is fine, he does a lot of nice things for me.

I know he used to do nice stuff for you, but what has he done for you lately?


Used to be a time when you would pamper me

Used to brag about it all the time

Your friends seem to think that youre so peachy keen

But my friends say neglect is on your mind...

Whos right?


Chorus:

What have you done for me lately

Ooh ooh ooh yeah

What have you done for me lately

Ooh ooh ooh yeah


Used to go to dinner almost every night

Danced until I thought Id lose my breath

Now it seems your dancin feet are always on my couch

Good thing I cook or else wed starve to death...

Aint that a shame?


I never ask for more than I deserve

You know its the truth

You seem to think youre gods gift to this earth

Im tellin you... no way.

You ought to be thankful for the little things

But little things are all you seem to give

Youre always puttin off what we could do today

Soap opera says youve got one life to live

Whos right whos wrong?


Repeat chorus

**********************************************
Hayatae

"When A Woman's Fed Up"

I'm standing here looking in the mirror
Saying "d**n" to myself
I should have known the day would come
That she would find somebody else
And all the things I took her through
nuts, I shouldn't have lasted this long
Now I'm at this telephone booth calling Tyrone

[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It's like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

Now let's talk about how it all goes down
I used to make love to you daily
When the night fell the same
And anytime that you were hurt
I could feel your pain
And if I had a dollar
It was yours, yeah
And whenever we would go out
I would front the bill
But now the up is down
And the silence is sound
I hurt you too too many times
Now I can't come around

[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It's like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

La da da da da la la da da
La da da da da la la da da
If you don't want to find out the hard way
Then listen to this song while the record plays

[1] - Cuz when a woman's fed up
(No matter how you beg, no)
It ain't nothing you can do about it
(Nothing you can do about it)
It's like running out of love
(No matter what you say, no)
And then it's too late to talk about it
(Too late to talk about it)

You can cry a river
'Till an ocean starts to form, yeah
But she will always remember
Cuz she's a woman scorned
And if you ever get her back
It will never be the same
She's cuttin' the corners of her eyes
Every time she see your face
Now your trust is out the door
She don't want you no more
You used to tell your boys, not me
And she would always be there for you
If you had took the time to see
What that woman meant to you
Is what the mirror said to me, whoa
She was raised in Illinois
Right outside of Chicago
Some of the best cookin' you ever had
Yes, it was and I miss her
Hey woman, if you're listening
I said I miss you baby

**********************************
Trowa
"I Wish (Remix)"
(feat. Boo and Gotti)

Yo', what up, my n****
You know I was in the hood
I just thought I'd stop by
Holler at you for a minute
Pour out a little liquor or some'in'

N****, we done been through a lot of s*** together
From runnin' these streets to bein' down for whatever
And now that you're gone I got a whole lot of s*** to
tell you
Things I should've said way back when we was younger

Remember when we used to roll hand in hand
And now I'm trippin' on how I really miss you, man
And remember when you and me would say
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay

It's all good now (My n****)
We out the hood now (Mmm)
We had the same ideas, but not the same careers
We shared the same old laugh, and now the same tears

You were my homie, my sconey, my Roni
My n**** and never placed no b**** before me
Man, I sear to God I love for that s***
Why'd you have to get hit
Where was I, what time was it

You were supposed to get older with me
On stage, hands on shoulders with me
Coppin' them Range Rovers with me
Sittin' on thangs and smokin' trees

And if it wasn't for the will that God had made
I'd turn back the hands of time and take your place
Sittin' here sippin' on this Hennessy
Just thinkin' about how much you meant to me (My n***)

Even when you're gone you will always be my n****
When you went home I'm still missin' you, my n****
I'm feelin' like the timing was wrong, my n****
I know you're smilin' down sayin' carry on, my n****

Some times my nights can get long, my n****
Some times I feel God did me wrong, my n****
So I had to write a song, my n****
Just to let you know that you're still my n****

I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

Little son is lookin' at me like, "Where is my daddy?"
And your 13-year old daughter is mad ¡Rcause she
understands
Promised your mama I'd take care of the family
But she's so hurt, she turns away my helpin' hands

d**n, I wish your a** was here, my n****
To grow that gray beard and smoke that cigar, my n****
And we would talk about you gettin' up out this game
And you would tell me how it keeps callin' your name

(We used to ride-ride-ride)
Never afraid to (Die-die-die)
But some times we (Cry-cry-cry)
Askin' the Lord (Why-why-why)
They're tearin' down these projects

We were homies for like 20 thug years
Sat in church and cried the same thug tears
You remember when Vibe World Premier
How we used to share the same old gear

And remember when you and me would say
We'd get up out this hood and everything would be okay

(It's all good now) My n****
We out the hood now
It's so easy for folks to say, "Rob, just live on"
When I'm dyin' every second that you're gone
Nevertheless I try my best to be strong
Hopin' you said your prayers before you went on home

When we stood on these blocks and just shot the breeze
We'd slapbox dead in the middle of streets
And if a fight broke out, you would take up for me
You're all I have left of these ghetto memories

I wish, I wish, I wish (Oh, I)
I wish, I wish, I wish

Uh, uh, yo' dog, I can't explain how I miss you
We stayed together, coppin' cane, poppin' pistols
I miss you most
Puttin' the doo rag over your bean head
Even out the hood on the scene you brag (Whoa)
Comin' up off the fiends for bags
Runnin' up out the cleaners, drag
You was the closest n**** I had
Look how we stayed aces
Hustled, made big faces
I wish we could trade places
F*** givin' you ice, I'd rather give you life
And the things that I had, I'd give you twice (Oh,
yeah)

So what the deal, my n****, I know you holdin' it down
If you could see me you would say I'm talkin' soft
right now
But it's hard for me to see when I'mma see you again
And I know it's f***ed up, I gotta talk through this
pen
But you'd died for the love of the dough
The love of the block, 16 you was runnin' the spot
Boy, your mama used to hate how we stood on the curb
Hangin' with wild thug n****s, smokin' the herb (Mmm,
hmm, hmm)
I'm gonna keep pourin' this liquor and that's my word
This here is for n****s that be flippin' them birds
(Oh)
Word up!

Even though you know you will always be my n****
(Whoa...whoa...oh...oh..)
Even though you're gone you will also be my n****
I'm feelin' like the time when I'm high, my n****

I'm feelin' like time
I'm strung out, sayin', "Radio, please don't take the
n**** out this song
Let it play on, go on, on
So I had to write this song, my n****
Just to let you know that you're still my n****