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Akon - Trouble Album Lyrics



Akon - Trouble Lyrics






Locked Up

I'm steady tryna find the motive (motive)
Why I do what I do?
The freedom ain't getting no closer (closer)
No matter how far I go
My car is stolen (stolen)
No registration ('stration)
Cops patrollin' (patrollin')
Now they done stop me and I get locked up

They won't let me out
They won't let me out (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, no
They won't let me out (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out
They won't let me out (I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, no
They won't let me out

Heading uptown to re-up (re-up)
Back with a couple keys (keys)
The corner block's on fire (fire)
Undercovers dressed as fiends (fiends)
Making so much money (money)
Product's moving fast (fast)
Put away the stash
As I sold the last bag
F*cked around and got locked up

They won't let me out
They won't let me out (my nigga, I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, no
They won't let me out (I got locked up)
They won't let me out
They won't let me out (baby girl, I'm Glocked up)
They won't let me out, no
They won't let me out

'Cause visitation no longer comes by (comes by)
Seems like they forgot about me ('bout me)
Commissary is getting empty (empty)
My cell mates eating food without me (without me)
Can't wait to get out and move forward with my life (move on with my life)
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead, I'm here locked up

They won't let me out
They won't let me out (oh, I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, no
They won't let me out (my nigga, I'm locked up)
They won't let me out
They won't let me out (oh, oh, oh, yeah, I'm locked up)
They won't let me out, no
They won't let me out

Can you pay me a visit (they won't let me out)
Send me some magazines (they won't let me out)
Send me some money orders (they won't let me out, no)
Pay me a visit, baby (they won't let me out)
'Cause I'm locked up (they won't let me out)
Where's my lawyer? (They won't let me out)
I'm locked up (they won't let me out, no)
Get me out of here (they won't let me out)
Locked up (they won't let me out)
They won't let me out
Baby, I'm locked up (they won't let me out, no)
Where's my niggas on the block? Tell them I'm locked up
(They won't let me out)
I'm locked up (they won't let me out)
Oh (they won't let me out, no)
Can you please accept my phone call? (They won't let me out)
'Cause I'm locked up (locked up, locked up)
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Writer: Aliaune Thiam
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Trouble Nobody

[Intro:]
Ok, Akon, Stay outta trouble now son, Akon, Stay outta trouble now son

[Verse 1:]
Let me tell you what hurts the most, I'm a convicted felon and I can't work. No matter where I
Go I try to get paid, they never give me good job cause they are afraid-that-I'm a stick 'em up,
Oh yes, stick it, rob the manager and everybody in it. That's the everyday life of a
Convict-tryin to make it.Why their saying to me -

[Chorus: x2]
The judges said don't trouble nobody.
Probation said don't trouble nobody.
Stay outta trouble don't trouble nobody.
And I'm a try not to trouble nobody.

[Verse 2:]
Me an' my niggas on the block all day - blocking dimes - lookin out for police. Cause this the
Type of shit that we go through up in the ghetto just to make some cheese. The street type got me
Gettin locked up about 5-6 times a week. And then I make bond'- take it from the profit of the
Weed. All this just to feed my seeds (yeah.)

I gotta stop this livin. I witness one too many killings. I don seen the hardest niggas get straight dropped to
The ground and was never ever found. Sooo

[Chorus: x2]
The judges said don't trouble nobody.
Probation said don't trouble nobody.
Stay outta trouble don't trouble nobody.
And I'm a try not to trouble nobody.

[Verse 3:]
I'm trying to stay away from trouble everyday, but it's hard when the things you need. Picture
Lookin at your babies in the face when they hungry and they need to eat. I'm tryin not to do
Wrong - But they won't let me do right. Even tho I done changed my life criminal records' what
They judging me by. -that's why

[Chorus:]
The judges said don't trouble nobody.
Probation said don't trouble nobody.
Stay outta trouble don't trouble nobody.
And I'm a try not to trouble nobody.

My mamma said don't trouble nobody.
My Pappa said don't trouble nobody.
Stay outta trouble don't trouble nobody.
And I'm a try not to trouble nobody (so I won't trouble nobody)

The judges said don't trouble nobody (can't trouble nobody.)
Probation said don't trouble nobody (won't trouble nobody.)
Stay outta trouble don't trouble nobody (won't trouble nobody.)
And I'm a try not to trouble nobody (So I won't trouble nobody.)

My mamma said don't trouble nobody (can't trouble nobody.)
My Pappa said don't trouble nobody (won't trouble nobody.)
Stay outta trouble don't trouble nobody (won't trouble nobody.)
And I'm a try not to trouble nobody (yeah.)
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, DWIGHT GRANT, RICARDO THOMAS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management






Bananza (Belly Dancer)

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza (hey, girl)
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Yo, excuse me, beg your pardon, girl
Do you have any idea what you're starting, girl?
You got me tingling, come to me mingling
Steppin' off, lookin' bootylicious and jingling
When you walk, I see it, baby girl
When you talk, I believe it, baby girl
I like that, thick, petite and pretty
Little touch of saditty
Love to work the kitty, like purr
She loves to stir it up (purr)
I can hear her purring up
'Cause she's the type that will get to 'rousing ya
Get you excited and call her boyfriend up (oh no)
What's a plan without the Plan B?
We can meet up at the hutter house for the TV
So stand by like a buddy pass
While I watch this beautiful thing shake that

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Girl, I must say, you're the flyest thing in here (uh-huh)
You're so hot, we gon' need some rain in here
Type to make ex-gangstas bang in here (uh-huh)
Girl, you could do anything you want in here
Clown if you want to, frown if you want to
You ain't even gotta drop down if you want to
'Cause I'd rather see you shake it standin'
Either way you do it, girl, you look outstandin' (uh-huh)
And now you got me spending (uh-huh)
The way you got that body bendin' (uh-huh)
An ass like that, girl, you gotta be kickin' (uh-huh)
Have me goin' to church next day repenting
Lap dancing for my FA crew
Slide it over to Boo 'cause he want some too
Up in the VIP with no fee
Blessing you with the G even though we gettin' it free, so

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Girl, shake ya body, body
With somebody, body
Whatever you do don't break your body, body
After the party, party
Grab a hottie, hottie
In the back seat of your Maserati-rati
Jiggle jiggle it to the left (ah, ah, ah)
Jiggle jiggle it to the right (ah, ah, ah)
Jiggle it to the front then jiggle it to the back
And jiggle jiggle it all all night (ah, ah, ah)

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer

Hey, ladies drop it down
Just wanna see you touch the ground
Don't be shy, girl, go bananza
Shake ya body like a belly dancer
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Writer: Aliaune Thiam, Terry Hall, Neville Staples, Lynval Golding
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Gangsta

[Daddy T speaking]

Oooooooooo

[Chorus in the background]

Alert, alert this is an upfront street bulletin
Coming live from FA
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
If you are a gangster and you confessing you kill a nigger on record
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
You a stupid matcher f*cker
(Gangster, gangster, gangster)
This goes out to you fake gangsters
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
I see you nigger
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
Nigger we all se you
(You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps)
We working you mother f*ckar
Gangster, gangster, gangster

[Verse 1]
[Akon]

Yo don't make me oohh
(Gangster, gangster, gangster)
Nigger don't make me have to step up in the club
Whit my dogs show all you mater f*ckers how we ball (yeah)
Nigger don't make me show how I can violet the law
Get your woman go up in the bar (oh)
Dog how love me
Why don't you show me?
(Look bitch you just a punk)
And that how she be
But niggers wanna hand of l.o.v.e (yeah)
Steady claming like the are pimp
But will never go free (se you)
Say that ain't gangster (Na nigger)
Niggers fronting like they hard
But I know their pussy from the start
Man that ain't gangster (Na)
Still in the projects
But I spend hundred tausuend a car (yeah)
I rather have a crib in Miami whit a boat (whit a boat nigger)
Full of all mi niggers on so we don't go broke
Yeah show them the ropes
Sticking together niggers try to cope
Any one steep in the way will get chock
(Soo)

[Chorus]
[Daddy T]

You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
Gangster, gangster, gangster
(Aha) (Aha)
Aha)
Don't make mee
Bring out the other side in mee
So I her you think your gangster (heeh)
Don't you wane be
Gangster, gangster, gangster

[Verse 2]
[Pickelh]

Yeah f*ck nigger
I see you peeking eyes when I strolle
I see you just by flashing
Pulling them hoe's (yeah man)
Cuss I'm a player like I'm suppose to be
Hoe's on a nigger like it's suppose to be (yeah)
You a sucker so you hate like hoe's to me
And next change get your head crackt to the white man (oohh) (Aha)
I try to keep it fly but this pussy nigger tempt me (don't tempt me)
Breaking the sweet
Swear this brother ain't classy (no)

Noo that's really killing my pimping (yeah nigger)
I mean really, really killing my pimping (really, really)
Look what you gone made Iceberg do
(yeah, yeah, yeah)
Call my boys and start down crew (ooh)
And we will kick that ass nigger (yeah we will)
And we will I say kick that ass nigger (o yeah we will)
And tell you hore she can come to my place (yeah)
After she burn it up fore f*cking up you face

[Chorus]

[Verse 3]
[Pickelh]

Now it's a got dame shame Pickelh
What you did too that man (watch out)
I guess that pussy nigger though I was playing (yeah)
I try to tell him but he like f*ck what you say (f*ck you man)
Watch you mouth, you understanding
He like f*ck what you say (f*ck you man)
Oh this pussy nigger flicks me in front this hoe's and shit (kick his ass nigger)
So I spun on this nigger they notis it (Ooh) (kick his ass nigger)
Oh you think I give a f*ck what your focus is (Step up nigger)
So I look at the next man like step up bitch
Cuss if it's going down
It's been around
Spiting from my chamber (POW)
Like David Banner you don't like me when I'm anger (whaah)
Destruct to your whole ville don't make me have to change you (ahe)
In too a stranger and damage your soul

[Chorus]

[Talking in the background]
[Daddy T]

Yeah I see you gangsters,
All you fake ass gangsters
You don't have the hart nigger
Survive in the streets
Ask my nigger down in Right Street niggers
Ask my niggers in Re ville
Ask my niggers down at wilks
Ask my nigger at Hart feel nigger
Ask my nigger in Altoes
All my reel niggers Aha
Living life fore this shit
And you just want scream it out on a record nigger
You want respect you got too urn respect nigger
Work hard for what you get in life nigger
F*ck you punk nigger
Eat a dick and die slow
Now get the f*ck out of my house

You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
You gangstas, you playas, you hustlas you pimps
(Aha)
Gangster, gangster, gangster
(Aha) (Aha)
(Aha)
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, DARRICK STEPHENS, TORRY PEDIGRU, JONATHAN MANN
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management






Ghetto

Ghetto, ghetto
Ghetto, ghetto livin'

These streets remind me of quicksand (quicksand)
When you're on it, you'll keep goin' down (goin' down)
And there's no one to hold on to
And there's no one to pull you out
You keep on fallin' (fallin')
No one can hear you callin'
So you end up self-destructin'
On the corner with the tuli on the waistline
Just got up out the bing doin' state time
Teeth marks on my back from the K-9
Dark memories of when there was no sunshine
'Cause they said that I wouldn't make it
I remember like yesterday
Holdin' on to what God gave me

'Cause that's the life when you're livin' in the (ghetto)
And eatin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto)
Ghetto, that's the life (ghetto livin')
When you're livin' in the (ghetto)
And eatin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto) ghetto (ghetto livin')

No need to cherish luxuries
'Cause everything come and go
Even the life that you have is borrowed
'Cause you're not promised tomorrow
So live your life as if every day is gon' be your last (be your last)
Once you've moved forward, can't go back just pretend to remove your past (remove your past)
'Cause you gotta be willin' to pray
Yes, there gotta be, there gotta be a better way, oh
Yes, you gotta be willin' to pray
'Cause there gotta be, there gotta be a better day, ay
Whoever said that this struggle would stop today?
A lot a niggas dead or locked away
Teenage women growin' up with AIDS

'Cause that's the life when you're livin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, eatin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto)
Ghetto, that's the life (ghetto livin')
When you're livin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, eatin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto) ghetto (ghetto livin')

Gun shots every night in the (ghetto)
Crooked cops on sight in the (ghetto)
Everyday is a fight in the (ghetto)
Oh oh oh oh oh (ghetto livin')
Got kids to feed in the (ghetto)
Sellin' coke and weed in the (ghetto)
Everyday somebody bleed in the (ghetto)
Oh oh oh oh oh (ghetto livin')

That's the life when you're livin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, livin' by the (ghetto)
Oh eatin' in the (ghetto)
Ghetto

That's the life when you're livin' in the (ghetto)
Oh, sleepin' in the (ghetto)
Livin' in the (ghetto)
Ghetto, ghetto (ghetto livin')
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, BUTHERDE DARIUS, JAMES TARVER
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, THE ROYALTY NETWORK INC.






Pot Of Gold

Ohhh yeah, dada, dodo, dada, dodo, dada, dodo, Akon

Life come and go
So let the history be told
We're all out here
Hustlin' to make our way
And while you're stumblin' and fallin' (stumblin' and fallin')
Why don't you pick yourself up now (pick yourself up now)
You see we all out here
Working day by day

So tell me
How can we work it out
On that day when it's time to share the gold at the end of the rainbow
How can we work it out
When good and evil meet
The day you kiss his feet
Cause it will soon come

You soon lose track of which way is up when your always being put down (being put down)
You gotta be strong and do what you feel in your heart
Regardless of who's around (regardless of who's around)
I know it might seem bold
But that's all we have (all we have)
Many centuries and we're steady gettin old
But you know to what we never had

Sooo
How can we work it out
On that day when it's time to share the gold at the end of the rainbow
(how can we) How can we work it out (how can we)
When good and evil meet
The day you kiss his feet
Cause it will soon come

How can we work it out
On that day when it's time to share the gold at the end of the rainbow (share the gold)
How can we work it out
When good and evil meet
The day you kiss his feet
Cause it will soon come

How can we work it out (dada)
Dodo (how can we work it out)
How can we work it out (dada)
Dodo ohhhh (dada)
How can we work it out (dodo)
Da da How can we work it out (dodo)
(everybody sing along with me)

How can we work it out
On that day when it's time to share the gold at the end of the rainbow (that pot of gold)
How can we work it out
When good and evil meet
The day you kiss his feet
Cause it will soon come (yeah)

How can we work it out
On that day when it's time to share the gold at the end of the rainbow (that pot of gold)
How can we work it out
When good and evil meet
The day you kiss his feet
Cause it will soon come (soon come)

How can we work it out (work it out, work it out, work it out...)
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, SHAWN WILLIAMS
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Show Out

Akon, show out (show out), show out (show out)

I'm sure that the streets are watching me
Rather not run when the cops are stopping me
Pulled over on the road they watching me
As they walk passed all the chicks are jockin me
Ferrari truck on the side of the road
Raspberry paint gloss sitting on 24's
Give me a warning ticket, letting me go
Cause you can tell by the jewels that I ain't an average Joe
Cause I meet fresh dimes daily
You burn me (ouhhh) really
Cause I done seen your type before
You wanna hate out on the chef cause he baking that dough, yo

Don't tempt me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really wanna see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma 24's on these (show out)
Yo playa don't make me (show out)
Cause You don't really wanna see me (show out)
Akon got a crew so deep (show out)
From the West Indies to over seas (show out)
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)

It's all good but I'm still in the hood
Like right around the corner cause it's all in my brain
A nice crib on the hill of Hollywood but the ghetto mind stayin
Ain't a damn thing changed
It's funny how people switch when they get rich
Spend it all on chicks
Hundred-thousand dollar car for what
These bitches
Ten million dollar crib for what
These bitches
Five thousand dollar suits for what
These bitches
Should of known but they only out for your riches
Some freaks need to be dealt with
Spread 'em and smack 'em backwards
With a stick
I guarantee she'll do what you say
Yeah daddy, no daddy, ok

Don't tempt me cause I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head
Cause you don't really wanna see me show out (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma 24's on these (show out)
Yo playa don't make me (show out)
Cause You don't really wanna see me (show out)
Akon got a crew so deep (show out)
>From the West Indies to over seas (show out)
It ain't happenin
Yo mammi don't make me (show out)
It's gonna make me (show out)
Ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
Ya'll chickens gonna make me (show out)
Cause this some real shit
Don't make me pull your card ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
(ya'll niggas) Ya'll niggas gonna make me (show out)
(Ya'll chickens) Ya'll chickens gonna make me (show out)
Cause this some real shit
Don't make me pull your card now (come on now)

Cause you don't really wanna see me (show out)
In the club on free spinning G's (show out)
Mocca humma 24's on these (show out)
Hey yo don't make me (show out)
Cause you don't really wanna see me (show out)
Akon got a crew so deep (show out)
>From the West Indies to overseas (show out)
Yo baby don't make me (show out)
Don't make me (no)
Show out (show out)
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, CLIFTON CHASE, ED FLETCHER, MELVIN GLOVER, SYLVIA ROBINSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Lonely

Lonely, I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely
I'm Mr. Lonely
I have nobody for my own
Oh, I'm so lonely

Yo, this one here
Goes out to all my players out there, man
You know, that got that one good girl, dogg
That's always been there, man
Like, took all the bullshit
But then one day she can't take it no more
And decide to leave

Yeah, I woke up in the middle of the night
And I noticed my girl wasn't by my side
Could've sworn I was dreamin'
For her I was feinin'
So I had to take a little ride
Backtrackin' on these few years
Tryna figure out what I do to make it go bad
'Cause ever since my girl left me
My whole life came crashin', and I'm so

Lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own) girl
Oh, I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own) girl
Oh, I'm so lonely

Can't believe I had a girl like you
And I just let you walk right out of my life
After all I put you through
You still stuck around and stayed by my side
What really hurt me is I broke your heart
Baby, you a good girl and I had no right
I really wanna to make things right
'Cause without you in my life girl, I'm so

Lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own) girl
Oh, I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own, baby)
Oh, I'm so lonely

Been all over the world
Ain't never met a girl
That could take the things that you been through
Never thought the day would come
Where you would get up and run
And I would be out chasin' you
'Cause ain't nowhere in the globe I'd rather be
Ain't no one in the globe I'd rather see
Than the girl of my dreams that made me be
So happy, but now so lonely

Lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own) girl
Oh, I'm so lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own, baby)
Oh, I'm so lonely

Never thought that I'd be alone
I didn't think you'd be gone this long
I just want you to call my phone
So stop playing girl and come on home (come on home)
Baby girl I didn't mean to shout
I want me and you to work it out
I never wished to ever hurt my baby
And it's drivin' me crazy, 'cause I'm so

Lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own) girl
So lonely (so lonely)
I'm Mr. Lonely (Mr. Lonely)
I have nobody (I have nobody)
For my own (to call my own, girl)
Oh, I'm so lonely

So lonely, so lonely
Mr. Lonely, so lonely
So lonely, so lonely
So lonely, Mr. Lonely
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Writer: Aliaune Thiam, Gene Allen, Bobby Vinton
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






When The Times Right

Yeah, what up, I go by the name of Divine, I got my boy Akon in the back
But before I bring him out, I want all the ladies
Come on, ok ok ok ok, Come on all my ladies in the place today
Come on, ok ok ok ok, Come on all my sexy ladies sing along with me (come on)

Don't make me call the police
It's a crime the way you bend them knees
From the table to the floor, spin it up and do it slow
Give it up to all my niggas on the corners spending dough like
Ain't nothing but money to me
So sweet but you ain't nothing but hunnies to me
Shorty get you sexy dere sipping on the cavasier
Stylin up in the VIP, plannin to roll out with me
Knowing that she's gonna come back
As if shes up on my reindeer
You know that she'll never wanna come back
So I add her to my hall of fame here
Bet your man can't do it like this (tell the truth girl)
Bet your man can't do it like this (it's all on you girl)

Come on, When the Time's Right
I'd like to come over and get to kno ya
Try to get closer, (Come on)
When the Time's Right, I'd like to come over
And work ya over, across your sofa
Come on, Is it ok if I come over, Come on
That way I can get to kno ya, Come on
Let me get a little closer, Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on

When I walk in the club with all the ladies so fly
Gotta work that body so beautifully make you wanna cry
That body could do whatever, that's no lie
Gotta make it to gettin bigger makin me wanna slide
Up under my apple tree, better yet you on top of me
Switch it over let me bust all over you and not me
Your so sexy, gotta punish you with the first degree
Ain't no stoppin the body rockin until we fall asleep

Come on, When the Time's Right
I'd like to come over and get to kno ya
Try to get closer, (Come on)
When the Time's Right, I'd like to come over
And work ya over, across your sofa
Come on, Is it ok if I come over, Come on
That way I can get to kno ya, Come on
Let me get a little closer, Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on

I can tell by the way you act so hard you like my type of nigger
Better bang in the back of the jeep and put a puncture in your liver
I can tell by the way you act so soft you like my type of nigga
Better get romantic with ya make love to ya by the river
I'm with the wine glass to go with your fine ass
I could make that shine last if I make you mine fast
Your the type I go all out to put you onto my staff
Let me be your teacher baby girl cause you in the wrong class

Owwwwh, When the Time's Right
I'd like to come over and get to kno ya
Try to get closer, (Come on)
When the Time's Right, I'd like to come over
And work ya over, across your sofa
Come on, Is it ok if I come over, Come on
That way I can get to kno ya, Come on
Let me get a little closer, Come on
Do you all over your sofa, Come on

Hey hey hey, So tell me what the dealy girl, hey hey hey
When I get to go inside you girl, hey hey hey
Remember there is no rush girl, hey hey hey
Gotta get you with tha masta
Come on, Come on, Come on, Come on
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Journey

[Interlude]
Akon (akon)
C'mon

[Verse 1]
This is the ultimate journey of your life
Where the weak die and the strong survive
Prepare to suffer 40 days and 40 nights
Strap on your boots because you got a long hike

[Chorus]
Just another journey, another journey into time
C'mon now
Just another journey, who ever thought I'd cross this line
Ohohohohoh

[Verse 2]

Walking through the dirty streets of Jersey (Jersey)
A dollar to my name searchin for that key
I'm tryin not to reincorinate my past
I'm tired from the game, took another path
Destination 95 Dirty South
Where the devil tried to realter my route
Creator took me by the hand and led the way-ay
To make the story short that's why I'm here today

[Chorus]

What about that day you said I would not -
And about that day you kicked me out onto the bricks
What about that time you said I wouldn't make a dime
And about that time you said I couldn't make you mine
Destination to the bank overseas
Where Akons treated like royalty
Cause there's so much in this world I have to see-e
The wagon's rolling so jump in a follow me-e

[Breakdown]

Born and raised in Africa trying to make a scene
(trying to make a scene)
The best way to get to you is by this music thing
And you might believe

[Outro]

Akon (Akon)
C'mon (c'mon)
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, ANTHONY LAWSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Dont Let Up

(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Girl I Know you're fed up but things gonna get a lot better
(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Don't wanna see you give up, whatever you do, don't let up

Girl I Know that things are hard now
And you're feeling that you're all alone
Mom & dad's no long 'round now
'Cause now you're grown with kids of your own
Baby dad is nowhere to be found
While you play the role of mom & papi
(Raising them all by yourself)
Always home and can't go out now
Can't remember the last time that you were happy
Whatever you do...

(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Girl I Know you're fed up but things gonna get a lot better
(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Don't wanna see you give up, whatever you do, don't let up

Every man that you meet on the streets
You're looking at him like he's an enemy
(Just give us one more chance)
Girl I know that you can't hurt no more
You've been damaged, can't trust nobody
And I know that you can just move on
If you let your past go with the wind
(And smile more often)
Then you will find that guy that you always wanted
From friend to husband
So girl just know that...

(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Girl I Know you're fed up but things gonna get a lot better
(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Don't wanna see you give up, whatever you do, don't let up

No matter how bad things get
Girl don't let it get to you
I know you're trying to make ends meet
So girl don't let it get to you
You only got one life to live
So don't let it get to you
So go on and make the best of it
Just don't let it get to you

(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Girl I Know you're fed up but things gonna get a lot better
(Don't Let it Get To You, No Baby)
Don't wanna see you give up, whatever you do, don't let up
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Writer: ALIAUNE THIAM, BRYAN BOULAI
Copyright: Lyrics © Ultra Tunes, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






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Trouble is the debut album by Senegalese-American singer-songwriter Akon, released in on June 29, 2004. The album contains Akon's worldwide hit single, "Lonely", which was his commercial breakthrough. However, the release of "Locked Up" propelled Akon to sign a record deal. "Gunshot (Fiesta Riddim)" was released as promotional single on May 11, 2004.

The album performed well in the United Kingdom where it peaked at No. 1 on the UK Album Chart. Trouble sold 25,000 copies in the first week, and certified Platinum by the RIAA in the United States and has sold 1.6 million copies.
Performed By: Akon
Genre(s): R&B, hip hop soul
Producer(s): Akon, Benny-D, Knobody, Shakim Williams, Disco D
Length: 42:28
Released: June 29th, 2004
Year: 2004

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