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Beeper – Kid Sister
Control – Kid Sister
Daydreaming – Kid Sister
Family Reunion – Kid Sister
Get Fresh – Kid Sister
Let Me Bang – Kid Sister
Pro Nails – Kid Sister Feat. Kanye West
Right Hand Hi – Kid Sister
Switch Board – Kid Sister
You Ain’t Really Down – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:26 PM PDT

Hit me on my beeper hit me on my beeper
Beeper beeper beeper beeper
(x4)

[weird music noise thing]

Hit me on my beeper hit me on my beeper
Beeper beeper beeper beeper
(x3)

Lookin’ for the page n’ the green n’ the visa

Hit my beeper not my phone
You better jot it quick, think fast, i’m gonna smash it
toe up from the floor (flow) up? no
and wiith the hoochie you be gettin’ gotta, gotta, gotta cash it.
[fragmented pieces]

beeper number wrote it on the tab,
show ya boys then flaunt it on the air
ask about me? what’s my name?
(???) (???) (???) say hey miss thang.
You look fine as hell, it’s so nice to meetcha
yep. till then ya gotta…

Hit me on my beeper hit me on my beeper
Beeper beeper beeper beeper
(x3)

Lookin’ for the page n’ the green n’ the visa

so don’t get it twisted when you paging me
got a lot, got a lot, ’cause i got it for free
Mama got it for 199 at smartbeat
Paged girl 911 in a heartbeat
just to get a little something, something
want me in the back of the caprice like sum sum
now what? I’m ready to go.
go fiiiiiiig it’s time for my show.
music is my weapon. (???) (???) i get to steppin’
it’s a go, i be reppin’ (representing). put ya hands to the sky.
got my check, won’t buy no (???)
i’m like, we fresh. sure, sure (show ,show) you right.
i don’t speak to you no more (mow) now
spit ish on telephone
And you ain’t gonna get none ‘cuz you paged me 69

uh uh uh that’s right. uh uh
(x3)

Hit me on my beeper hit me on my beeper
Beeper beeper beeper beeper
(x2)

beep (alot). per (alot).

Hit me on my beeper hit me on my beeper
Beeper beeper beeper beeper
(x3)

Lookin’ for the page n’ the green n’ the visa.

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Control – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:23 PM PDT

Ladies in the front row, touch them toes
Fellas in the back, get the bank roll
Twirk, roll, stop, control
Twirk, roll, stop, control

On the band up, put your drinks to the sky
Bartender refill the wine
Then, then break and repeat the rhyme
Wanna, wanna freak and pick the alpine

If you get Shamay for Alazae
Or Lisa, Angie, Canbraney
Or nobody if you ain’t tryna stay poor
Everybody that’s what I came for
I’m a rider, that’s why I play more
Juke, more bounce, more club, more wave core

A southsider, that’s why I stay more thump
More club, more bass, more flavor
You know, all the shit that we be on
What my baby hit me on, what my baby see me on
I stay dipped in Baby Phat and Benetton
Every day, all the time, Chi-town every time

Ladies in the front row, touch them toes
Fellas in the back, get the bank roll
Twirk, roll, stop, control
Twirk, roll, stop, control

From the beach to the lot, to the club, to the grocery
Kid sis run shit, don’t hold me
Back man, nah man, I’m posted
Up in the VIP room, I got mimosas

Wanna let me flow, get down, go ahead
We finnin’ to rock away just like Doug did
Bad ass kids birthdays at show biz
I bring the cake out, call me the hostess

If you make paper and your mug say mean
I might let’s you fucks with my team
‘Cause I’m a mama jamma, my jams been clean
I stays paid on the first and the fifteenth

It’s like the sound of neighbors over your head
I got the erky erk over the beat
It’s like the kid so major making the ends
I got the jerky jerk at the end of my sentence

Ladies in the front row, touch them toes
Fellas in the back, get the bank roll
Twirk, roll, stop, control
Twirk, roll, stop, control

Ladies in the front row, touch them toes
Fellas in the back, get the bank roll
Twirk, roll, stop, control
Twirk, roll, stop, control
In the bank roll, stop control

Ladies in the front row, touch them toes
Fellas in the back, get the bank roll
Twirk, roll, stop, control
Twirk, roll, stop, control

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Daydreaming – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:21 PM PDT

It’s like this
Kid Sis
Just like this
Kid Sis
I can’t miss

You know every time I think about you baby
It’s like a movie in my head that drives me crazy
I try to fight it try to hide it can’t contain it
So amazing
Like I’m daydreaming again

Like I’m daydreaming again (that’s right that’s right)
Like I’m daydreaming again (that’s right that’s right)
Like I’m daydreaming again (that’s right that’s right)
Like I’m daydreaming

You know the love I want to give you so untouchable
I wanna feel you gotta feel you wanna touch a soul
I wanna let you know the meaning of forever
We’ll be here until ties we made are severed

Daydreaming in love with you
Soon as I wake up I’mma do
Think about one thing we could do
Said maybe a weekend rendezvous
I meant you
Run around suckers like twenty-twos
I’m on to you
Try act cool like Fonzie do (ehh)
Warning you
Nookie transforming you
Running out to tell your crew
That I’m the truth
Be about it don’t act new
Be about don’t act new

I can’t get enough of you baby
I need you so much that it’s driving me crazy
Crazy (crazy)
Crazy (crazy)
Need you so much that it’s driving me crazy
Crazy (crazy)
Crazy (crazy)
I need you so much
I need you
I need you

Like I’m daydreaming again
Like I’m daydreaming again
Like I’m daydreaming again
Like I’m daydreaming again
Like I’m daydreaming again
Like I’m daydreaming again
Like I’m daydreaming again
Like I’m daydreaming again

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Family Reunion – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:19 PM PDT

Hold it there, Stop right there
Help your granny up out of her chair
If you wanna get goin say hell yeah, hell yeah
Everybody grab a beer
Now if i had 2 pennys every time i heard
My uncle say that we
I bet i’d be at least a thousandaire
I bet i’d have enough to last a whole year

So oh no dont say aint say what i say
Which is jump double dutchin the driveway
Can you turn the jump rope the right way
Now the right way, and then they say
Its cool baby girl its cool
Dont trip cause we love you
Now dont make me pay for your own what we do
and make one for being mine too, cool?

Everybody stop what your doing
No crying, quit your boo hooing
Sun be shinin’
Barbequing
Its about to be a family reunion

Uh oh, family reunion
Come on, family reunion
Sing my song, family reunion
All day long , everybodyy

Stop what your doing
No crying, quit your boo hooing
Sun be shinin’
Barbequing
Its about to be a family reunion

Fried chiken with some macaroni and cheese
I wish all my days vould be just like these

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Get Fresh – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:17 PM PDT

[Verse 1:]
I got my own style and I got my own grace
I work my own angle
What you trynna say?
I got my own cut means I stick my own green
And green eyed monsters be first on the scene
Like yellow foxes, eyes in the sky
Always flip quick like can I get a ride?
Can you get a ride man
Can I get a spot
I see you throwin’ shade out the corner of my eye
I’m from the go, so I keep moving on
From the freaks out night to the early morn
Blue mafuckas done got me gone and we ain’t leaving till I get some
I got my records, I got my own taste
Shoes Louis Vuitton, power suit, super cape
If you get to yappin’ say it to my face
Dial 3-3-1-59-88
Holla at me

[Chorus:]
D-d don’t step to me
Get fresh with me
Don’t step to me
Get fresh with me
S-step to me get fresh with me
Get get g-g-get fresh with me
Get fresh
Get fresh with me
Don’t step to me
Get fresh with me
S-s-step to me
Get fresh with me
Get g-g-get fresh with me

[Verse 2:]
I got my own rhythm and I got my own bass
I got my own kickers and my motorcycle dace
Got 5 on the ride baby I got trace
Like she 99 gotta keep it grace
Work so shinin’ but you [? ] whinin
Chillin at the Superwards, checkin out behind him
I got eye on them, man I grind on them
Even pop that booty when I’m rhy-a-min
That’s right, I’m a learn ya how
I moved up and I got my own piece of pie
Not pizza pie but I got a good record like Domino’s line outside for 5
So you wanna kick it to a down ass jo
When my man cold chillin and my glasses on
Uh! I done told you don’t call my phone
Only broke hos creep on the low
So I got my own singles and I got my own cuts
Switchboard shucks and I got my own struts
I know you hear me comin so you betta listen up
And get that ole style while we’re pissin out ya cup
Holla at me

Get fresh
G-g-get you get fresh
Get fresh with me
Get fresh
G-g-get fresh
Get fresh with me
Get fresh

[Deep voice:]
Get fresh
Get fresh
Get fresh
Get fresh

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Let Me Bang – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:15 PM PDT

Come on, let, let, let, let’s go,

Back to reality, back to where I started and I know so well
Back then said I’ma change the game, If I don’t I don’t know who will
Think I did it, least I’m tryin’ to, kinda, sorta, sorta, kinda,
Rap more about some normal girly shit rather than bump and grind
I, I’d like to do it nice and slow but, fuck that, I need my pace and flow what,
What really makes me happy is a final clearance sale, I go nuts
Well maybe a fresh box of doughnuts on a Sunday
Start my diet Monday
I’ma get around to it one day, But right now let me hear you say
*Not positive the chorus is correct.

*Chorus*
Gotta park it ready man, Gotta rock it steady man,
Gotta get that name on my list VIP get heavy man,
Gotta park it ready man, Gotta rock it steady man,
Gotta get that name on my list VIP get heavy let me bang

Let me bang, let me bang, let me bang
Uh, that’s right betta act like you know
That’s why I get mobbed everywhere that I go
Every club, every show, every inn, every mall

on my profile on low
Ain’t got no mention on top of no ho
K- I – to the D – S – I – to the S, T-E-R
Just let me bang
You know by now that you know me by name
And I’m the one rapper remainin’ the same
Doin my laundry with pockets of change
Fame and fun don’t catch me

Let me bang
(Alright, last verse)
I got shit on lock
If you got shit on lock
Just let me see your run your fingers through your weave
Best believe that we runnin’ things
And we get what we want, how we want, when we want
You get it, got it
Please don’t catch an attitude
Just because we could flaunt it
And holla if your whip paid
Car no, never late
Gas bill, light bill an’ student loans, be straight
Call me, call me bootleg
I sip on Kool Aid
I’m pushin’ that hoop-dee
But I’m stackin’ that loot

*Chorus *
Gotta park it ready man, Gotta rock it steady man,
Gotta get that name on my list VIP get heavy man,
Gotta park it ready man, Gotta rock it steady man,
Gotta get that name on my list VIP get heavy let me bang

Let me bang, let me bang, let me bang
I do my laundry with pockets of change
Famous in a Hyundai

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Pro Nails – Kid Sister Feat. Kanye West

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:12 PM PDT

(Chorus)
Got her toes done up, wit her finger nails matchin
Got her toes done up wit her finger nails matchin
Got Got her toes done up wit her finger nails matchin
Toes, toes done up wit her finger nails matchin
(Repeat)

Verse One
Shake it up up rock your body and
Make it knock knock when you’re partyin
Take a break break in the audience
Do your footwork break and stop again
I’m lookin sharp you can’t compete with a champ
Steady flickin I’m holdin down that lawaway rack
Aye, rhinestones all in they face
Gold charms and paper chase
Talk smack from around the way
Gotta put these chicken heads in they place
I ain’t rockin no stupid bapes
Ain’t trippin I’ll juke all day
I ain’t slippin cause either way
When I hit the block all the people say

Kanye West
Verse 2
Aye yo this muther****** jammin
I’m on it it’s an anthem
Who is that in the phantom?
Please no cameras
They gone have me on ConcreteLoop in my pajamas
To hide the goods I would need pants big as Hammer’s
I be tippin them dancers
They be sayin I’m handsome
I was pretty before the dough

But now I’m just the man
You remind me of my old chick
On that eighty four ****
Oh ****
Did you see the way she got her toes did?

Verse Three
Girls be so thirsty thirsty
Fast forward to the end of my song
And say third verse me verse me
Whenever I hit block I see
Tricks try to rehearse me hearse me
From manicure sets to silky weaves
They be so grimey, nasty, bogus
Germy, dirty
Uh oh
Shol did
You ain’t slick
Naw, let the pioneer blast my ****
Wait a minute
Hold up
Bubble letters on my butt say “Fresh”
Oops I’m a go
Nails like whoa
Acrlyic base
Top all gold
Colors on my nails
To the paint on my toes
Stay fresh I’m accustomed to gold

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Right Hand Hi – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:09 PM PDT

Hi I’m Kid Sister and I’m stacking money
Drinking all night got you feeling right
Better get your right hand hi
Hi I’m Kid Sister and I’m stacking money
Drinking all night got you feeling right
Better get your right hand hi

I got my hand up I got it high
I got my gin, I got the Henn, I’m a drink all night
You rocking Pro wings, Davoucci coat
OK, you’s a little bootleg
Back it up and hit the floor

You gon get stolen on if you don’t get with the program
Handle it, bygones begone if you gon get on the plane I’m on

I think I’m ready to get mine
I think ya’ll ready to get high
I think ya’ll ready to ride
Better get that hand up

Where you from? South side
Where you from? West side
Everybody from the best side, I’m ripping the Midwest right?
Gotta keep that hand up high
You know I keep these nails nice
If you hear me holla, I gotta get that hand up
Hi I’m Kid Sister and I’m stacking money, drinking all night

Get that hand up, Get that hand up
Gotta get that hand up
Better get your right hand high
Get that hand up, Get that hand up
Gotta get that hand up

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Switch Board – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:04 PM PDT

Uh oh chi-town you ain’t ready for this one
I came back with a quickness
It’s your girl, Kid Sis
Like this
Jump out yo skin

You can be from down south, girl
Get on the floor
Rip it down and dis more
When this ish come through [? ]
I don’t know who you f***ing juke for
Flirtatious, I can’t help myself
I’m thicker than an old weave
My name is Kid Sis
I drink [? ] and sip on the OE

So, enough of the [? ]
‘Cause I keep rocking ahead of the curve
Get you some white Stacey Adams, boy
Then you be lookin preferred
Right now you look like a her
Commonly known as a lame or a nerd
Gotta get your mind right
Gotta get your game tight
If you want to juke her

Southside can you switchboard?
Do yo, do yo switchboard
Get caught up in a switchboard
This is how you switchboard
Southside can you switchboard?
Do yo, do yo switchboard
Get caught up in a switchboard
This is how you switchboard
Switchboard [x6], this is how you switchboard
Switchboard [x6], this is how you switchboard

Uh oh, uh oh
You ain’t ready for it (They ain’t ready)
You ain’t ready for it now (Put em up)
Here we go, here we go
Now let yo wrists and yo knuckles bang
Wrists and yo knuckles bang [x3]
Bang, bang (come on)
Bang bang, come on
Let’s bang bang, come on
Bang bang (What you say now?)

Ride steady whip, whip
Ride steady whip whip
Ride steady whip whip
Let me see you jerk that s**t
Jerk jerk juke juke (come on)
Jerk jerk juke juke (come on)
Jerk jerk juke juke (come on)
Jerk jerk (come on)

I got a Coca-Cola shape (what)
Coca-Cola Shape (what you say now?)
Coca-Cola shape
With a onion in the back

(She got a) Coca-Cola Shape
Coca-Cola Shape
Coca-Cola shape
With a onion in the back

With a onion in the back [x8]

Yeah
I know you sweatin right now
But don’t stop jukin’
Kid Sis
[? ] juke in the track
It’s a Chi-town thing y’all
And we out

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You Ain’t Really Down – Kid Sister

Posted: 08 May 2010 11:02 PM PDT

Said you were my baby
And your love was true
But as soon as I turn my back baby
Look what you go and do
Start sneakin’ it, too
Using me like a fool
Now I know the deal
I could see right through you

[Chorus:]
I said, you ain’t really down
Playin’ those games you do
I said you ain’t really down
Your love was never true

(Oohh my god)

Woulda bet my life
With you all this time
That you were the one for me, baby
How could I be so blind?
Gave you my love and you used and abused it
Broke my heart like there was nothing to it, oooh…

[Chorus:]
You ain’t really down
Playin’ those games you do
I said, you ain’t really down
Your love was never true

No no no I said…
You ain’t really down
Playin’ those games you do
I said, you ain’t really down
Your love was never true

You ain’t really down
Cause I know u been sneaking around
Tellin’ me lies
Using alibies
And u think to yourself, ‘I’m so sly’
But the games to play won’t work today
Cause I’ll never believe another word you say
So I know the deal
You’ve been playin’ the field
You just ain’t for real

Gave you my love and you used and abused it
Broke my heart like there was nothing to it, oooh…

[Chorus:]
I said you ain’t really down
Playin’ those games you do
I said you ain’t really down
Your love was never true

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