Dep - Blast Off - Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G

Title: Dep - Blast Off
Album: Child Of The Ghetto
Artist: G
Composer(s): Mark Curry, Trevell Coleman, Michael Harper, Chauncey Hawkins

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, me and my man's and them
We gon' blast off
Bad boy nigga and we don't stop
Come on to the top, blast off, yeah, yo

Aiyyo, I take it up top for my peeps
Cracks in they jeeps, don't sleep till they 6 feet deep
No lax in my tracks they potent
Fuck homicide, I'ma ride, keep smokin'

I keep smokin' till the bullshit filter
Like cigarettes, Dep came through, killed ya
When I swerve hit nerves
Number 1 contenders, I put 'em on injured reserve

And everybody know what's golden
Matter of fact platinum, mores trap to mold in?
Once I explode and I burn up the road and
Cruise around the globe, the cops thinkin' it's stolen

Understand, the world's in my hand
G. Dep in this scam, no stunt, bitch play the front
And I'ma show you how to lay back
Do a buck while you puff on a sac

'Cause yo, I'm about to blast off, straight to the chase
'Cause everybody know what's the case
Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint

Nigga, I'ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon' stop yo
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the bad boy zone

Yo, yo, uh, who's a nigga harder than me?
On the boats, make it known how the slaughterin' be
Damn, curry ain't the shit, put the name in your mouth
Got it different, you ain't on what you talkin' about

Bustin' off in her mouth, catch me
I'm feelin' for whoever test me, pity for whoever second guess me
Know how to man hand it's real as it get
Feelin' my shit, straight through the cealin' with this

Bet your block love it, find me only with the grimy
Gutters of the street where my mind be
Play the game, get you a zil
Forever, put you until, it fit me to kill heat got it with me still

Flip the game over, see me, we be, untouched
Out like your motherfuckin' guns bust, blaow
Sure shot, hit again, spit it grim, anytime, anyplace

Bitch, I'm about to blast off, yo I get it poppin'
When I rock, yo it's non-stoppin'
Yo, I'm about to blast off
See me at the show, when I rock everybody know

Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off
Bottles gon' pop, 'cause when I rock, everybody rock
Aiyyo, I'm about to blast off
Straight to the top, 'cause everybody know this is hot

Aiyyo son, I'm about to blast off like an astronaut
Niggas don't wanna see a nigga blast the glock
Niggas don't wanna see a nigga flash the rocks
And pop up in the flashy drop, motherfuckers

Niggas know me, Loon's a gunslinger
Fuck fightin' a nigga, I'm usin' one finger
Catch one of you rap cats in the humdinger
Some niggas get shot, live and become singers

Expect to die, I'd rather sit in a chair, electrified
Than to stand here and testify
But other than that though we never get caught
But we Joy Jefferson walk, out of Federal Court

We gettin' bread in New York, ain't it better the sport
So whatever you thought, you can use whatever support
But I think it's best you go 'head and just walk
Or have the cops find traces of lead in your corpse

Yo, I'm about to blast off straight to the chase
'Cause everybody know what's the case
Aiyyo, I'ma about to blast off
Straight to the point, aiyyo, yo, light another joint

Nigga, I'ma blast off
Right to the top, aiyyo, no, I ain't gon' stop yo
Nigga, I'ma blast off
Straight to the dome, you entered in the bad boy zone

Yo, I'm about to blast off

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Jump - Lyrics - Fly or Die - N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes)

Title: Jump
Album: Fly or Die
Artist: N.E.R.D. (The Neptunes)
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Joel Madden, Benji Madden

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Lyric:
Hello
Hey mom, it's me Mom
Can't tell you where I sleep Mom
'Cause that's where we be Mom
Sometimes I steal and cheat Mom
Yes, I get enough to eat Mom
Mom, can you listen to me?
No, I don't mess with guns
Yes, in my travels I have seen one
No being a runaway is no fun
But house rules sure were not fun
Something told me to

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
And I don't care now
And I don't
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
'Cause we don't get out
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I packed my things now
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Fuck this shit right now, I'm checking out
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Hey Dad, I'm ok Dad, that's what you say Dad
I never could obey Dad
You would have bad days Dad
And you would make me pay Dad
Make me feel way sad
Punk rock, tattoos, leather jacket
Good grades don't come with that package
Yes, y'all I would love to match it
But names just make it harder to hack it by

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
And I don't care now
And I don't
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
'Cause we don't get out
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I packed my things now
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Fuck this shit right now, I'm checking out
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

Don't let your teachers teach you about wealth to death
Maybe there's something else
I'm checking out
Don't let NASA teach you that we are by ourselves
'Cause trust me there's something else
I'm checking out
Oh la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la la, la, la
Maybe there's something else
I'm checking out

See we're not part of the Magna Charta
There's no shuttle for us to charter
No, they're keeping it for themselves
I'm checking out
My ex-girlfriend I'm trying
And her new boyfriend I'd fight him
And what about my cousins?
Tell 'em that I love 'em
I'm not perfect nor facetious
But at home I've felt fearless
Your son completely hateless
Turn to BBC you should see this
A thousand heads

Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
And I don't care now
And I don't
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
'Cause we don't get out
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
I packed my things now
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Fuck this shit right now, I'm checking out
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump
Jump, jump, jump, jump, jump

I woke up thinking something
I'm checking out
Jump
Wish I had it my way
Jump
Though I'm a rebel some can say
I'm checking out
Jump
I'm told it's neither
Jump, jump, jump
N-E-R-D
I'm checking out
N-E-R-D
N-E-R-D
I'm checking out
N-E-R-D

Astronaut suits by the BBC
Astronaut suits by the BBC
Astronaut suits by the BBC
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Keep On - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Keep On
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Chris Liggio

Lyric:
"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop"

I knew from jump that my shit was gonna hit
'Cause I spoke to Dione Warick and she put me on some psychic shit
She said be careful 'cause these girls be throwin' block
I said," D don't even worry I sweat no girl for they stank box"
I like drinkin' honey, hit me a 5-1-6, what's a 5-1-6?

Long Island, you dumb bitch
When it comes to this my style flows free like Willy
Watch me grab the cream like them Beverly Hill Billy
I know you're happy with the shit you just bought
It's the greatest return since Jordan hit the court

Because my style changes frequently
See I been shit talkin' mics since the days of delinquency
Now I'm still the same low down gold teeth and Gortex
And on occasion with the ruff sex

Stud Doogie heats it up like a flannel
'Cause he's smooth as wall panel
Hits the one and two like a freebee channel
I have no time for bullshitters, I get bad honies jitters

As I walk be all the chicken head critters
I got more funk then En Vogue got junk in they trunk
My flow hits ya like a filthy piece of skunk
So Alley get the scomma from the dodge spot
Put it in the L and get high like an astronaut

"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop"

Now see they call me Mr.Mingo
Got a girl but I'm still single
Honies scream my name like they just won bingo
(Puba)
I take 'em out for a dinner or a show
But you know how the rest go, hey man, no doe

You know the type you go out a few nights
They sweat your pockets tight
'Cause they rock they're rockers right
Go away little girl you gets nothing

But here take a bufferin' to ease your pain and sufferin'
'Cause I'm so aware of too many things
I know what I know if ya know what I mean
Come clean because I'm a fiend for a beat and a theme

Comin' strong like Hakeem and it ain't a dream
Now is it me or is this hittin' like Tyson?
Like a plate of beans and rice I be a needy winds on ice
And Grand Puba, Stud Doogie on the nights

I bag the dumb we hit a nut
And then we back up in her guts
See I get down and dirty like an arceologist
I get deep into your mind like a psychologist

I hit brothers in the head with the real
Bag honies like a charm cause Grand Puba is the bomb
So come on baby there's no need to play dumber
Or I be comin' around your nostrils when I 'cum
So check it out now

"Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop
Check it out ch'all and you don't stop, keep on and you don't stop"

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500 Miles - Lyrics - Bad Astronaut

Title: 500 Miles
Artist: Bad Astronaut
Composer(s): Hedy West, B Bare, C Williams

Lyric:
If you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I have gone
And I'm 500 miles from my home

A 500 miles, a hundred miles
A 500 miles, a hundred miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Not a shirt on my back
Not a penny to my name
No, I can't go back home
There's no way

500 miles, 500 miles
500 miles, 500 miles
You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

Hey, if you miss the train I'm on
You will know that I have gone
And I'm 500 miles, 500 miles
I am 500 miles from my home

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Megan - Lyrics - Bad Astronaut

Title: Megan
Artist: Bad Astronaut
Composer(s): Josh Caterer

Lyric:
Butter on a summer day
When she's around I was on the tracks
When the gate came down
Suddenly I recognized
Those bloodshot rear view mirror eyes as mine

I heard that whistle call my name
I almost drove away

But Megan I had a feeling
That you would be on that train
So I just waited there for you

Caught a ride to another town
Where the air was clean
And the sun never goes down
Everyone was standing in a line
Between the landing and the stairs

I heard somebody call my name
I almost climbed the stairs

But Megan I had a feeling
That someday you'd meet me there
So I just waited there for you

Butter on a summer day
When I hear that name
It's a dream that never came true
Sat down on the tracks
And waited for a train to take me back to you

Somebody came and took my hand
I finally had to go

But Megan I just want you to know
That I waited as long as I could

Butter on a summer day when she's around

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Needle In The Hay - Lyrics - Bad Astronaut

Title: Needle In The Hay
Artist: Bad Astronaut
Composer(s): Elliott Smith

Lyric:
Her hand on his arm is that charm around her neck
Strung out again, call in some friends trying to cash a check
'Cause I've been dumb that's what you've come to expect

Needle in the hay, needle in the hay
Needle in the hay, needle in the hay

She's wearing your clothes head down to toe and the auction of you
You said you know what he did to idiot kid who don't have a clue
Sometimes they just caught in the eye and pulling them through

Needle in the hay, needle in the hay
Needle in the hay, needle in the hay

Now on the bus nearly touching this dirty retreat, falling out six inch pallot
There's sweat in my teeth, I'm gonna walk walk walk four more blocks
'Cause the one in my brain chow downstairs see the man

He's gonna make it all look gay, I can't be myself I can't be myself
And I don't wanna talk taking a cure, so I can be quiet wherever I want
So leave me alone you oughta be proud that I'm getting these marks

Needle in the hay, needle in the hay
Needle in the hay, needle in the hay, needle in the hay

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