21 Concepts - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: 21 Concepts
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

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Lyric:
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried
To run for governor before he died
He lived in California but traveled worldwide
It was a big huge hit, just kidding I lied

There's the song about the 90's, I sampled Ace of Base
But kept it off the album in the interest of taste
'Cheyenne Rock City', a song about touring
But rhymes about Wyoming are really very boring

As for the Churchill song, give me a break
How many songs about England could my listeners take?
There was a track about women and the drama they bring
'Hot Girls Make Guys Do Really Stupid Things'

Remember 'Geeked Out'? You don't but I do
'The geek shall inherit the Earth', it's true
I rapped about nerds being cooler than jocks
But if I wanted biased news, I would have just watched Fox

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here, I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

'Las Vegas Invasion' was a sci-fi track
About aliens addicted to playing blackjack
I wrote a song about a kid who made his own flick
But got a bad review in Ranger Rick

I didn't want to get lynched or punched in mouth
So I didn't do that song making fun of the South
I did a song about how girls at Stanford are whack
Called 'College Is Where Girls Go to Get Fat'

There was the KRS slash Nirvana debut
But the mash-up thing was so 2002
I did an anti-Bush track and then I did five more
But 'Rock Against Bush' was so 2004

I wrote a song about China, how could I go wrong?
I rapped in Cantonese about Mao Zedong
It went um goy, neh ho ma? Nehih sik ying mun ma?

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got CD-R of tracks, I once thought would be tight
But when I played it for my girl I slept alone that night

Write a song about a can that gets crushed a lot
Write a dental hygiene jam that says, brush a lot
Write a Bill O'Reilly track that says hush a lot
No, I'm not a player I like Rush a lot

I've got 21 concepts but a single ain't one
If you're still referencing Jay-Z I feel bad for you, son
So what's the secret to hip hop, jazz, blues and rock?
Step one, get out a pad and kill your writer's block, start

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

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Alien Lover - Lyrics - Electric Honey - Luscious Jackson

Title: Alien Lover
Album: Electric Honey
Artist: Luscious Jackson
Composer(s): Jill Cunniff

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Lyric:
Lightship lover interplanetary other sci-fi brother
If you are somewhere above us
Air wave raver cybercrazed savior
Pest resistant, optimistic, send me a sign
I'm a low-meg rapper, fertile futuristic flapper
Regenerating cells and sending out spells

Hear me now, I'm an alien lover
Hear me now, I'm an alien lover

I'm lovesick baby for your saturnine behavior
Heard your flavor makes you come off even stranger
Hear my whisper when I tell you, I'm your sister
Fly me first class over to your pad

Hear me now, I'm an alien lover
Hear me now, I'm an alien lover

We're all rockin', it you should be rockin' it
Bringin' it on 'til the break of dawn
If you're diggin' it, you should be singin' it
Keep, keep on, so we're bringin' you all the fine
Ladies and we do like foolin' around, so bring
All your cats and your fanny packs, get up, get up, get down

Hear me now, I'm an alien lover
Hear me now, I'm an alien lover

Hear me now, I'm an alien lover
Hear me now, I'm an alien lover

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Brad &Amp; Suzy - Lyrics - Jude

Title: Brad &Amp; Suzy
Artist: Jude
Composer(s): Michael Jude Christodal, Stephen Stills

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Lyric:
Brad and Suzy lived in a movie
Cardboard cutout superheroes and paragons on barstools
She was a professional teller machine user
He was your basic beautiful loser they had no worries
All they ever had was cool

And I wish that I was Brad and Suzy, I really do
I mean wish that I was stuck with someone
I wish that I was a half of a two, I wish that we were like that baby
I wish sometimes you'd love and hate me too
Pa, pa, pa, pow, pa, pa, pa pow

The Sigma Chis imbibed, decried and tried to pry him from his
Little Delta Tri-Omega Chi Fi Mu Hoddi Toddi A-D-Pi and Theta
But she wouldn't let them Idiot 'cause her heart was as big as the world
And she was his first loving girl And he swore
He'd stand by her forever, yeah

Late at night, drunk on wine
They'd fall in bed and intertwine
And they'd make love then like nobody never

And I wish that I was Brad and Suzy, I really do
I mean wish that I was stuck on someone
I wish that I was a half of a two, I wish that we were like that baby
I wish sometimes you'd love and hate me too

I wish that I was Brad or Suzy
I wish that I was in a movie

Brad and Suzy finally
Took off for the Florida Keys the better to exercise their
Collections of clothing by J. Crew, convertible rabbit
A cooler and some cozies and six years of college course credit
They'll probably never use

But I wish that I was Brad or Suzy, I really do
I mean wish that I was stuck with someone
I wish that I was a half of a two, I wish that we were like that baby
I wish sometimes you'd love and hate me too

I wish that I was Brad or Suzy
I wish that I was in a movie
I wish that I was Brad or Suzy
I wish that I was in a movie

I wish that I was Brad or Suzy
I wish that I was in a movie
I wish that I was Brad or Suzy
I wish that I was in a movie

Well, I wish that I was Brad or Suzy, I really do
You know wish that I was stuck with someone
I wish that I was a half of two, I wish that we were like that little baby
I wish sometimes you'd love and hate me too

I wish that I was Brad or Suzy

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Dog - Lyrics - Jhene

Title: Dog
Artist: Jhene
Composer(s): Dreux Frederic, T Oliver, J Stokes, M Houston, Kelton Kessee, J Jones

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Lyric:
Platinum status bringing you the heat
You were playing games on me
I'm your new enemy
Now you will never be you're a dog
Why you go and do that no it didn't work
You were playing game on me, you're a dog

You thought I was in the dark, baby boy from the start
I was askin' questions to see if you was creepin', at all
I am accusing you of cheatin' no matter what you sayin'
So irritatin' so baby stop playin'

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

You were playing games on me
I'm your new enemy

I heard you say you were gonna push up on her
I played along boy you think I'm stupid
I'm on point, no, I don't miss a damn thang

Fed up but Jhene ain't fallin'
Play I don't know but she is my dog, yeah
I got my friend on you tellin' her to call
You got caught now I know that you're a dog

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

I'm a D O G from the T U G
It's hard tryna be the F I double Z
I'm the Jay-Z of my generation
So sick I'm every hospital's number 1 patient

Girls be killin' me with they fantasies
When all I really wanted was the G T Ds
Two minutes of conversation and you outta control
I'm a D O G ain't no change in me

You think I didn't know you
How you played me for a fool
Barking at the wrong tree
Now you turn into my enemy

I planned it all like
I tried to test you

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

Dog, tryna run your game on me
You're a dog, thinking you can cheat on me
You're a dog, boy you know you lost my trust
You're a dog, and I know it's obvious

I'm your new enemy, yeah
Now this will never be
You're tryin' to test me
I'm so disappointed
You're tryin' to test me
And now I'm so disappointed

You're a dog
You're a dog
You're a dog

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Dreaming Of You - Lyrics - Strip Tease - Lady Saw

Title: Dreaming Of You
Album: Strip Tease
Artist: Lady Saw
Composer(s): Cezar Cunningham, Marion Hall, Michael Jarrett, Craig Marsh, Deland Thomas

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Lyric:
Yuh si you, yuh nuh easy, yuh know, you a laugh
Yuh know yuh nuh stop pressure mi dream dem though
Every night, I a wake up wet, soak ina sweat
Yuh si ina reality, mi want a check, gi mi a test nuh, gimmi a test

I?ve been dreaming of you every night
When we made love, it was like dynamite
My frenz told me that you got a wife
If she ain't around, then maybe I might

Take the chance just to see what it?s like
How it feels to ride on your bike
What I got, yeah baby, it?s tight
You will be good for the rest of your life

By all means, mi haffi, fulfill mi dreams
If mi even haffi hustle like on of the regimes
Stake out, mek a plan, tek it to the extremes
One way or another, bwoy mi mus be yuh queen

Mek mi scream yes and sing like the Supremes
Wet all over like a flowing stream
Join in, yes, be a part of mi team
Mi dun come already, wah let off a steam

I?ve been dreaming of you every night
When we made love, it was like dynamite
My frenz told me that you got a wife
If she ain't around, then maybe I might

Take the chance just to see what it?s like
How it feels to ride on your bike
What I got, yeah baby, it?s tight
You will be good for the rest of your life

Ina mi dream, mi si mi self sitting on top
Riding the wave, 'til the love boat rock
In another episode, yuh attack it from back
Then we change position and move to head top

Some boy whack, but yuh got it compact
When you lift me round mi waist, wid mi two leg lock
Strong back, from the school of hard knocks
Come gimmi some of that, cah yuh know mi all strapped

I?ve been dreaming of you every night
When we made love, it was like dynamite
My frenz told me that you got a wife
If she ain't around, then maybe I might

Take the chance just to see what it?s like
How it feels to ride on your bike
What I got, yeah baby, it?s tight
You will be good for the rest of your life

Mine mi haffi sen mi likkle thugh fi yuh
Shine up mi new brand truck fi yuh
Lock down the dance and club fi yuh
Re open mi bedroom door fi yuh

Spread out mi Persian rug fi yuh
Den mi set a bubble bath and scrub fi yuh
Drive inna di club and search fi yuh
Den mi tek it same place and dun wid yuh

I?ve been dreaming of you every night
When we made love, it was like dynamite
My frenz told me that you got a wife
If she ain't around, then maybe I might

Take the chance just to see what it?s like
How it feels to ride on your bike
What I got, yeah baby, it?s tight
You will be good for the rest of your life

I?ve been dreaming of you every night
When we made love, it was like dynamite
My frenz told me that you got a wife
If she ain't around, then maybe I might

Take the chance just to see what it?s like
How it feels to ride on your bike
What I got, yeah baby, it?s tight
You will be good for the rest of your life

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Droppin Em - Lyrics - Ll Cool J

Title: Droppin Em
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Dwayne Simon, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Just like Pauline, you all in

Brace yourself, I'm the ace with grace
I'ma win the race and make you feel disgrace
In any case, yo, I'm movin' like a steeplechase
MC soldiers about face

Now step off, I need room for my takeoff
My custom made lyrics slays, yours are soft
I think you better tape this, yo, you can't escape this
Yo, I planned it out just like a landscapist

Whipper snapper back up for comin' crap up
I plan to trap a MC and kidnap 'em
Phony, so skip the baloney
You and your cronies need to jump on a pony

And roll, 'cause you're just a rookie
When it was time for rap school, you musta played hooky
I'm the show-stopper, your rhymes are improper
I'ma teach you like the master taught the grasshopper

Just gettin' warmer, I'ma transform a
Regular rhyme into a barnstormer
Try to jump, I'll bump you, chump, my job is thorough
Any MC, state city or borough'll get ragged

I drop like a sandbag
Serious as the mob, I don't play tag
Best of the batch, no man can catch up
Hoes can't be passed, a battle's a mismatch

I flip lyrics, like a acrobat
And avoid combat like a diplomat
But when it's time for battles, [Incomprehensible] jacked or killed
It's a thrill to drill a run of the mill Bill with my skill

I'm the Lord of the rhymes
And I be writin' at a rate that pace way past my bedtime
I rock the mic unlike some brothers I know
I guess they flow, psych

I'm droppin' 'em
Droppin' 'em

Yo, you're all in, stiff as a mannequin
I'm sharp as a pen and I'ma teach discipline
I get busy like it's two of me
Evidently, I'm hated by a few MC's

But so what? I just max like I'm playin' the sax
And take the crowd to the climax
Yo, Cool J, I'll never go astray
I'm funky you can hear me at the Milky Way

You're weak, wick raps, I'm cool as jazz
Got razzmatazz ask my man, Shabazz
I know you're afraid because I'm self-made
I invade and blow up like a hand grenade

MC's are terror struck, I'ma run amuck
'Cause your rhymes suck, you made a record on potluck
Just a toy boy, can't stop my convoy
Rhymes I said last year were just decoys

I'm like a fox, you annoy me like chicken pox
I'm back with a style that's unorthodox
You musta had a teaspoon full of bull
I'm like The Hulk, with more bulk, I'm powerful

They try to get with this, to me that's an insult
Boys shouldn't mess with an adult, that's too difficult
I enter like a giant sayin' fee fi foe fum
Then rock the auditorium until it's pandemonium

I'm droppin' 'em
Yo E, droppin' 'em

Don't sleep, 'cause I'ma go deeper
All you sleepers, I'm The Grim Reaper
My rhymes are rising, the angle's gettin' steeper
I hated Mussolini Martini so I'ma sweep a

Emcee, like he's one of the two
Break him into fragments right in front of you
Mic check one, two, is too fundamental
My rhymes are monumental over an instrumental

In the center I had to enter
Tormentor, mentor, experimenter and inventor
Of lyrics, so all you non-believers
It'll echo in your dreams at night when you receive a

Rude awakening, you can't do anything
You enter my kingdom and you cry as men bring
Gifts to the prince of excellence and magnificence
Alarm clock rings, you wake up, and you're convinced

That the crew invader, soloist exterminator
Greater evader of ducks, concert crusader
Is bad, my nickname's the circuit breaker
Eatin' up the world, acre by acre

I'm droppin' 'em

Word to mother, droppin' 'em
Know what I'm sayin'? Straight 'til 1999, droppin' 'em
Yo, year 2000, ya know what I'm sayin'?
Audi man, yo, I'm droppin' 'em

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Enjoy The Silence - Lyrics - Lo-Fi B-Sides - Matthew Good Band

Title: Enjoy The Silence
Album: Lo-Fi B-Sides
Artist: Matthew Good Band
Composer(s): Martin L Gore

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Lyric:
Words like violence
Break the silence
Come crashing in
Into my little world

Painful to me
Pierce right through me
Can't you understand
Oh my little girl?

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

Vows are spoken
To be broken
Feelings are intense
Words are trivial

Pleasures remain
So does the pain
Words are meaningless
And forgettable

All I ever wanted
All I ever needed
Is here in my arms
Words are very unnecessary
They can only do harm

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Break Sumthin' - Lyrics - Golden Grain - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Break Sumthin'
Album: Golden Grain
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): B Sandimanie, A Wilson, Chris Bridges, Johnson Jr. M T Epps, R Guy

Lyric:
I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Yeah, fee, fi, foe, fum
I smell an ounce of that good and a fifth of rum
Ain't no mistakin' Shady Park is where I'm flippin' from
It's so shady my old lady gotta keep a couple guns

You get the runs and I ain't talkin' about the bowel system
I'm talking bleedin', hurry wrap 'em with a towel system
Get the fuck out now system, it's animosity, curiosity, robbery
Probably the reason why there's no stoppin' me till you cop a plea

Man, see now these bitches wanna fuck with Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business, 'cause I got that 50 for ya
And I'm off the whip in this bitch and somebody should've told ya

I'm drinkin' Remy and these bitches lookin' at me shady
They must don't know that I'm that bitch that smoke 'em in the face
Better take me up out the club 'cause I'm about to break
And all my bitches and thugs know how we operate
We 'bout that take nigga

Break break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Little shorty from G-Roll on the hustle to see six figures or more
Whether rappin' or pimpin' hoes, I'm high cappin' the gold
And I know I made them boys sick
When I popped up on 24's [Incomprehensible]

You see me diggin' in my gold, I'm a ghetto bastard
And when I'm smokin' on 'dro, I get the munchies directly after
I made dough by offing hoes in transactions
See, I stay on Riverdale Road but I will meet you up on Naston

'Cause in the South Side, partner, we break you off proper
And the doctors can't help ya when the guns go blockah
Time to notify the pastor, ya family you'll mourn after
Yeah, the day after your ashes get scattered, you're all out next batter

I don't need no approval for poodles 'cause I'm a fool dog
Get to fightin' in clubs and swing with pool balls
I saw [Incomprehensible] walking by, I try to grab sumthin'
If you don't say sumthin' I'm gon' take sumthin'

I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Shit, blow you to bits and pieces, my niggas with caprices
A Gucci bucket, polo down with them heavy creases
I'm East Side, Scottsdale, throw it up dog
I got them rocks by your block throw it up y'all
Slingers, 'dro, and pampus, let's get it poppin' doctor

Mack 10, AK's when we shoot those choppers
My niggas ridin' hard, my niggas hot and hard
I-20 will bust some fo's so get down boy

I'm 'bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
'Bout to break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'

Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', got ya saying, aah shit

Break, break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', break sumthin', take sumthin'

Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break sumthin', take sumthin'
Break, got ya saying, aah shit

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Forgive Them Father - Lyrics - Lauryn Hill

Title: Forgive Them Father
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill, Tejunold Newton, Rasheem Pugh, Vada Nobles, Johari Newton

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Lyric:
Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those
That trespass against us
Although them again we will
Never, never, never trust

Dem noh know weh dem do
Dig out yuh yei while dem sticking like glue
Fling, skin, grin while dem plotting fah you
True, ah who?

Forgive them father for
They know not what they do
Forgive them father for
They know not what they do

Beware the false motives of others
Be careful of those who pretend to be brothers
And you never suppose it's those who are closest to you, to you

They say all the right things to gain their position
Then use your kindness as their ammunition
To shoot you down in the name of ambition, they do, oh

Forgive them father for
They know not what they do
Forgive them father for
They know not what they do

Why every Indian wanna be the chief?
Feed a man 'til he's full and he still want beef
Give me grief, try to thief off my piece
Walk you to the increase, I must decrease?

If I treat you kindly does it mean that I'm weak?
You hear me speak and think I won't take it to the streets
I know enough cats that don't turn the other cheek
But I try to keep it civilized like Menelik

And other African czars observing stars with war scars
Get yours in this capitalistic system
So many caught or got bought you can't list them
How you gonna idolize the missin'?

To survive is to stay alive in the face of opposition
Even when they comin' gunnin' I stand position
L's known the mission since conception
Let's free the people from deception
If you lookin' for the answers then you gotta ask the questions

And when I let go, my voice echoes through the ghetto
Sick of men trying to pull strings like Geppetto
Why black people always be the ones to settle
March through these streets like Soweto

Like Cain and Abel, Caesar and Brutus
Jesus and Judas, back stabbers do this

Forgive them father for
They know not what they do
Forgive them father for
They know not what they do

It took me a little while to discover
Wolves in sheep coats who pretend to be lovers
Men who lack conscience will even lie to themselves, to themselves

A friend once said and I found to be true
That, "Everyday people, they lie to God too
So what makes you think that they won't lie to you"

Forgive them father for
They know not what they do
Forgive them father for
They know not what they do

Forgive them, forgive them
Gwan like dem love while dem rip yuh to shreds
Trample pon yuh heart and lef yuh fi dead
Dem a yuh fren who yuh depen pon from way back when
But if yuh gi dem yuh back den yuh mus meet yuh end
Dem noh know wey dem do, dem noh know wey dem do
Dem no know, dem no know, dem no know
Dem no know, dem no know wey dem do

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Consequence - Lyrics - Make Yourself - Incubus

Title: Consequence
Album: Make Yourself
Artist: Incubus
Composer(s): Jose Anthony Ii Pasillas, Brandon Charles Boyd, Alex Katunich, Christopher E Kilmore, Michael Aaron Einziger

Lyric:
Blink and you miss a beat
Keep one of your eyes open at all times
Think that you're on the brink
The shit hasn't even begun to hit the fan
Consequence, you'll see, will be
Stranger than a gang of drunken mimes
Situation has a stink
Better clear the air before your
Son becomes a man

Before your son becomes a man
Yeah, yea

Blink, every thing's been augmented
You've been left so far behind
I think, for sure, next time
You should wear a pair of eyes
In the back of your head
Consequence, you've seen
Has been stranger than sci-fi of any kind
Situation baffles me
I guess it's true, you too are one of
The walking dead

You better think fast
Think fast
'Cause you never know
What's coming around the bend
You better not blink
Oh blink
The consequence is a bigger word than you think
It's bigger than you or me
You or me
You or me

Bigger than you or me

You better think fast
Think fast
'Cause you never know
What's coming around the bend
You better not blink
Oh blink
The consequence is a bigger word than you think
It's bigger than you or me
You or me
You or me

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House - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: House
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Steve Hogarth, Mark Kelly, Ian Mosley, Steven Rothery, Peter Trewavas

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Lyric:
This house aches, I whistle it's tune
After so much noise freedom is silence
Half the house is missing
Taken half of me with it

I had imagined this
Hurting in a different way
Hurting in a different way
Hurting in a different way

I still have the hi-fi, quiet at all volumes
And my dull thoughts
Echo viscous and slow
Like the tolling of some great bell underwater

When she cries she cuts me
When she smiles I wanna die
Afraid of knowin' myself
Our eyes stare out while we hide inside

Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it

Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it

The open windows let in the spring air today
And the birds sing their thankfully happy, brainless song
But the silence here finds a way to stay
Some kind of explosion

God if you hear me throw me a line or strike me down
Do you refuse even to accuse
Come on, do your worst but lift this curse
Lift this curse, lift this curse, lift this curse

Built this house on solid ground
But now it's crumbling, tumbling down
Will nobody here even cry out for help?
As it slowly collapses into itself

Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it

Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it

[Inaudible]
What can I see
[Incomprehensible]
[Inaudible]

Lookin' at it, not seeing it
(It's no good)
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
(It's no good)
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
(It's no good)
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
(It's no good)

Lookin' at it, not seeing it
(It's no good)
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
(It's no good)
Lookin' at it, not seeing it
Lookin' at it, not seeing it

Hanging on to this pain
It's no good
It's no good
But we try again
We try again

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Eve Of Destruction - Lyrics - Eve

Title: Eve Of Destruction
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Bill Williams Jr., Eve Jeffers, Melvin Bradford, Leon Haywood, Marshall Mcqueen

Lyric:
Eve of destruction rocks the nation
Eve of destruction rocks the nation

You niggaz capitalize on lies, surprise open your eyes
Baby girl from Illadel' hear to enhance your lives
Doubted my skills, bet you mad now, shoulda snatched me up
I'm in L.A. now with Dre now, ain't comin' back 'cuz I'm stuck

Had enough of all the bullshit of sellin' me dreams
Had enough of fake cats tryin' to shine off these schemes
But I'm laughin' last, down to get this cash with the Aftermath
You happy being local superstar showin' ya ass

You talk the most shit, how you politickin' moves an'
I crept to the top, shouldn't-a let me catch you snoozin'
Me and my management team, laughin' at you while we cruisin'
'Cause we ain't got nuttin' to do none of the choices you be choosin'

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

I wonder who, which one a dem a carry news
An' a gwan like set, they wan dis-dis ya crew
But the lie, other emcees dem ready die
When we grab the microphone and praise his like Selassie

Me say me walk like walk like a champion, talk like a champion
Emcees try fi test but dem no ready fi di outcome
Guard your windows, close your doors
Fuck that, hide your pens and lock your jaws

Dig that? My verbal skills should be against the laws
You wit that? Now light a spliff for the hip-hop cause
Lemme hit that, smell the fear, you made me attack
You caused your own extermination not knowing how to act

I thought I warned you not to make me mad you just wouldn't listen
Now you hidin' and duckin', prolongin' your hip-hop lynchin'
Talkin' shit got in too deep and huh caught you niggaz sleepin' huh?
Feelin' real fucked up 'cuz you couldn't catch me creepin' huh?

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

You little bustas make me sick wit the dumb shit
Spreadin' rumors like bitches
Can't turn my back on none a y'all, probably wind up in stitches
Jealous itches y'all can't scratch, irritate your existence

Tryin' to cheat your way in this race, knowin you can't go the distance
Runnin' up against the thoroughbred outlastin' you all
No matter, how long you train gon' set your self up to fall
'Cause I got stamina, I go as long as you need

Coulda seen a million bitches rhyme but you'll remember me
I be the new choice of the rap generation
You know my name nigga, basically you my creation
Not greater than the average man but I'm top choice
Kill competition when they listen just by the sound of my voice

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

It's the eve of destruction, tracks I be fuckin'
Cats be fascinated by the styles I be bustin'
Got you niggaz open, got you niggaz lustin'
Knockin' Emcees on they backs causin' lyrical concussions

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Grand Finale - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Grand Finale
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): N Jones, I Lorenzo, L Patterson, L Young, C Smith, R Mays, E Simmons

Lyric:
I ain't goin' back to jail
Next time, the county or the state see me
It's gonna be in a bag

Uhh, this is it, baby
End of the road, ha hah
When you a dawg, you a dawg for life
You don't hear me though, you don't hear me though
You don't hear me though, c'mon, c'mon

Watch them young guns that take none, nobody safe
From the Friday the 13th, ghetto Jason
Itchy trigger finger achin, snatch yo' ass
Out that S-class for fakin', forty-fo' blast
Is a bloodbath, take your first step down a thug path
Ain't no love here, just slugs here
Kids know the half you get plugged here, that's just impossible
For the weak to last, now behold the unstoppable

Third eye watchin' you, watchin' me
Throwin' rocks from the penalty box, cop a plea
Young G we was born to die, don't cry for me
Just keep the heat closely and ride for me
'Cuz we family for better or worse, you and I
From the dirt, you snatch purse, so hard it hurt

To be here and each year, I'm pourin' out more beer
For deceased peers, holdin' fort
Police line 'Do Not Cross', they found his corpse
In the loft with the head cut off, and butt naked
Homicide the crime Method, add another
Killer verse to the murder record, the Grand Finale

Who wan' test me, c'mon
Me shot pussy-hole fi fun

Hot corners, cops with warrants, every block is boring
Friday night, getting bent, lick a poem
My dawg, not even home a month yet, and blaze a girl
In the stomach, he robbin' niggaz who pumpin'
Lil' Blood got popped, by the Group Home cat
Everybody nervous in the hood pullin' they gats
Fiend yellin' out, who got those? Go and see
Shorty snot-nosed, he don't floss but he got dough
Thug faces, fugitives runnin' from court cases

Slugs shootin' past for the love of drug paper
Queens cap peelers, soldiers, drug dealers
And God'll throw a beam of lightning down 'cuz he feel us
May the next one, strike me down if I'm not the realest
The Mayor wanna call the swat team to come and kill us
But, dawgs are friends, if one see the morgue, one'll live
To get revenge and we ride to the end
Bravehearts blow the lye with Henn and still rise

Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's
And only five in, the Belly of the beast
Didn't wanna hear the shit I tried to tell him on the streets
It's irrelevant, the beast love to eat black meat
And got us niggaz from the hood, hangin off his teeth
We slangin' to eat, bringin' the heat
Bulletholes, razor scars is the pain in the street, huh

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

There's mad money out here dawg
Mad money out here
What you tryin' to get it?
(Word up)
You gonna bust your gun to get it?
(Tsh, whatever yo)
I hear you, I hear you

Uhh, I've lost my grip on reality or so it would seem
Pinch myself to wake up 'cuz I know it's a dream
Niggaz that don't know me see me and think I'ma rob 'em
Niggaz that know me well, see me and think I'ma problem
I'm just a nigga that's misunderstood
But word to God, I turn your last name to Underwood
'Cuz if I see it, I'ma take it and run with it, that's me
What type of bullshit is this nigga on? That's D

The dawg come and getcha outside
The more blood flows, when I plug holes with the snub nosed
Gun blows, bullets whistle wouldn't miss you
Hit you all up in your mouth like it tried to kiss you
Drama, it's right here, how much you need?
Beat you down with gat see how much you bleed

How much you plead for your life, you was a killer
And all the bitches comin' up out that ass you feelin', gettin' realer
Now beg for your life, one more time, one more crime
One more nine, c'mon cry nigga
It's over, this is the shit, that hits hard
You either the last one standing or the last one to fall

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

When you a dawg you a dawg for life
(Ride or die)
My dawgs feel pain from love
(See eye to eye)
Give us one shot at life
(Let us fly)
Come on niggaz
(We dawgs for life)

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Fi - Hard To Beat - Lyrics - Stars of Cctv - Hard

Title: Fi - Hard To Beat
Album: Stars of Cctv
Artist: Hard
Composer(s): Richard Archer

Lyric:
I've seen you darling, seen you hanging round town
You in a short skirt, shining eyes of deep brown
You had a dirty look, you caught me on your hook
Turn up the thermostat, I want to see you sweat

Oh yeah, girl, you've got something I like

I walked right over, said, "Hi, how ya doin'?"
You smiled at me and girl, you tore right through me
I said, come on let's dance, we've got to take our chance
You whispered in my ear, you wanna get out of here

Can you feel it? Rockin' the city
Ah yeah, straight out of nowhere-ness
Like a fist, can't resist you, oh no I tell you somethin'

You know I love ya, I just wanna touch ya
Stand up, knock me right off my feet
Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat

Let's spend the night, spend the night together
Heart beating so fast, as you take my shirt off
This girl, I saw round town, well now she's going down
Stuck on a losing streak, I think you've turned it round

Oh yeah, girl, you've got something I like

Read all about it, have you heard the latest?
Boy in a band dates a Hollywood actress
But baby, you and me, we came up from the street
No time to hesitate, we've got to push our weight

Can you feel it? Rocking the city
Ah yeah, straight out of nowhere-ness
Like a fist, can't resist you, oh no I tell you somethin'

You know I love ya, I just wanna touch ya
Stand up, knock me right off my feet
Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat

Goodness
No, I've never known a night like this can't believe it
You're so hard to beat, hard to beat

Drive me crazy, my beautiful baby
Let's spend the whole day right here together

You know I love ya, I just wanna touch ya
Stand up, knock me right off my feet
Hard to beat, hard to beat, hard to beat

Oh yeah, girl, you've got something I like
Oh yeah, girl, you've got something I like
Oh yeah, girl, you've got something I like

[Incomprehensible]

Oh yeah, girl, you've got something I like
Oh yeah, girl, you've got something I like

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Here Comes The Boom - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Here Comes The Boom
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): C Smith, A Kelly, S Henriques, E Simmons

Lyric:
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

Here comes the boom, boomin', bouncin', stalkin' much walkin'
Walk with the bouncin', hit 'em where it counts man
Hit 'em like a mountain
Split 'em, have 'em spittin' up blood like a fountain

Look at me like that we just might fight back
And if I might end up in me takin' your life back
I don't go for the bullshit 'cause divin' down
And time is just too important to be fuckin' around

Chump nigga, I stomp a mud hole in your face
Muthafucka, rip your butthole outta place
Cock the glock to your head, let off about two in it
Yea, it's a dirty job but I just love doin' it

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fI nuh fassy 'cause a fassy nah try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

Fram da dutty know dem, dem a totta, man a shotta
An a got alot a powa well, juss tell me fe gwaan
Marrow fly like storm mek dem haffa get flatta
Seh deese are de sweetest times

Nuff punk a get murda, a only dutty cup de DMX an die do
Enjoy the killing times, shot hotta dan peppa
Mr. Cleva an' me, glock it a guh, talk fe me crew

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

Wha do da claffe dey and da bait ya
Like a scared retch, we leff dem fe laytaw
We keep goin' on an on an on
Fill dem body a ole juss like straina

Suh mek dem know we have a shootin' gallery
Killin' is fun an we nuh need not a salary
Full up a de hamma suh nuhbody cyaan falla we
An we nuh owe nuh apology, yo , well

I did more crimes than war crimes
More times than in war times
And way before time, you know it's sad man
That I'm such a madman, badman
With the boom you never had man

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

All gangsta you, me want fe, se, yuh, guns high
Nuh, cyata fe nuh fassy 'cause a fassy, nah, try
Mek dem skins cry
Marrow haffI fly, splash it out in a da sky

Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom
Here comes the boom

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Jook Gal (Wine, Wine) - Lyrics - Good 2 Go - Elephant Man

Title: Jook Gal (Wine, Wine)
Album: Good 2 Go
Artist: Elephant Man
Composer(s): Gene Griffin, Aaron Hall, Wayne Hardnett, M Plunkett, Teddy Riley, O'Neil Bryan, Johnny Kemp, J Smith

Lyric:
Elephant Man
(Lil' Jon)
Elephant, Lil' Jon
(Hey, hey)
Bone Crusher wid anotha hit song
New York girls Carribean
(Hey, hey)

Brukout and wine to di song oonu wine now
(This is for all the sexy ladies out there, we need to see ya)
Wine up oonu waistline, rotate it like a tire
(Let's go, let's go, hey, let's go)
Sing

Elephant Man
(Lil' Jon)
Shake that booty, turn it around
(Hey, hey, hey)
Back that ass up, wine go down

(Okay)
Shake that booty
(Hey, hey, hey)
Turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air

And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Shake that ass
(Wine, wine)
y'all lookin' fine
(Wine, wine)

One ting deh pon yuh mind
(Wine, wine)
Bend over and wine
(Wine, wine)

Di Jamaican girls
(Wine, wine)
Di New York girls
(Wine, wine)

Mi see di down south girls dem a
(Wine wine, hey)
Dem a wine wine dem a wine, wine

Let me see you wine, let me see you wine
Let me see you wine, hey and shake that shit
Let me see you pop, let me see you pop
Let me see you pop, hey and shake that shit

Let me see you wine, let me see you wine
Let me see you wine, hey and shake that shit
Let me see you pop, let me see you pop
Let me see you pop, hey and shake that shit

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Wine up your body, no pushin' and shovin'
(What)
Crowd keep movin', 'cause the music is pumpin'
(Huh)

Girl, keep it groovin' now I see ya dumpin'
Jump, jump, jump, jump
Hey, look here, girl, won't you tell me somethin'
(French?)
Now that this chimney's tumblin'

House to earthquake just keep on comin'
(Huh)
I love them ladies with the extra dunkin'
Now back that ass up and give me somethin'
(What)
To Live me, baby, just move somethin'
(What)

Wine girl, you just so fine, girl
(Yeah)
Let me see ya grind it up, girl
(Yeah)
Elephant and Crusher 'gon rock the world
It's party time, come here, girl

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand pon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

(Put yuh hands on di floor)
Cock up yuh bumpa a little more
Cock it up mek mi slam it like a door
(Put yuh hands on di floor)

Yuh hear mi love it when mi talk to her
Split and spread out like manure
(Put yuh hands on di floor)
Every man love see girl galore

Shabba seh him waan more pon more
(Put yuh hands on di floor)
True yuh goody goody get a encore
Every girl fi brukout like sore
(Mad sick head nuh good)

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Love see girls a wine, love see girls a shake dem behind
Search di dancefloor till mi find weh mi flip di coin
Kiprich and di gal dem a wine
Hold up let's go back in time memba Jeanie wine

Memba Jeanie when yuh see mi gimme grind
Now a dancehall queenie queenie time
Jump between di lines stoosh girls stop stoosh dem a wine
Every girl waan dem career shine
(Junk in di trunk)

If yuh nah wine could a get a conflict
Wid it like a Shaolin Monk
(Mi seh junk in di trunk)
Come on girl mek mi see booty bounce
Pon di floor, di dressa or di bank
(All girls)

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand upon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down
Shake that booty, turn it around
Back that ass up, wine go down

Yuh up inna di club and di music sweet
Yuh fi jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Hand upon di wall, look inna di mirror
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Hand pon di ground bumpa inna di air
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)
Junk in di trunk, wine up yuh rump
And jook gal
(Jook gal, jook gal, jook gal)

Shake that ass
(Wine, wine)
Y'all lookin fine
(Wine, wine)

One ting deh pon yuh mind
(Wine, wine)
Bend over and wine
(Wine, wine)

Di Jamaican girls
(Wine, wine)
Di New York girls
(Wine, wine)

Mi see di down south girls dem a
(Wine, wine)
Dem a wine, wine, dem a wine, wine, alright

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2 Minutes &Amp; 21 Seconds Of Funk - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: 2 Minutes &Amp; 21 Seconds Of Funk
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Bryan Keith Dobbs, Artis L Jr Ivey

Lyric:
Yeah, fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about Wino, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no punk
That's right, that's right

A tisket a tasket that's all you ask it
Snap your CD and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still bendin' corners
Buckin' shots on your block, I'm sippin' on Corona's

Uh, your McDonald had a farm with a six-fo on suicide
Sittin' in the barn with no alarm
Straight up collected it, cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm

Who's the rawest? My shit is flawless
Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss
Before I do a Michael Jackson and cut your shit off

Part of the penitentiary still, penetratin' your grill
I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real
I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist
Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool

Lodi Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a razor
And none of y'all can't fade me
I know you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopiest niggaz out I guess that's why they hate me

'Cause I slang hits like niggaz Slang Cavi
I remain like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you might outgat me but you can't outrap me
My shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit more better

Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method
Free funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, I've been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner

And by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
I'ma be at the ripe old age of forty-eight or forty-niner
My shit is wise, CPT MC for hire
My name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire

So, what's your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin'
Still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in position

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a giant
And yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is wack
Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac
You're more like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all angles
As their legs start to dangle
Dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne
Livin' with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs

I used to drink Old Gold now I just stroll
Straight to the exit section of my neighborhood liquor store
Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch?
Even your mama want my autograph

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Bad Girl - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Bad Girl
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Well, mi gal dem look hot in a, hot in a
Hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Well, de amount a girls me have dem
A wonder if me a father Abraham
Girls from Los Angeles and Maryland
Say a me dem want fi plough dem hairy land

Them crown me king de one and only doctor Beenie Man
Dem block de road when me a pass through up a Chapleton
Kidnap me when me do show over Washington
Dem raffle and dem gamble all dem money pawn
Then Stacey Ann she drink bout 10 bottle a Appleton

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

Dat gal de look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Woman a you man a swarm down pon
And man wan use tongue pon
Man a gaze off a ya body run off a road over junstion
See yuhin a yuh casual ask which flight you come pon
Give you a invitation fi come a big time function

Say dem a drugs man, man a say dem a Oil Suntan
How much dem related to Michael Jordan and Bill Clinton
Girls you ain't no fool, you ain't ol' country bunker
No have fi use no bleaching cream
You no have fi take no sun tan
You know own 95 every car come come drive pon
Nuh Greyhound, nuh Amtrak, weh every man come come jump on

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

Dat gal ya look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

De girl dem full a charm and intellect
Ambition and etiquette
You me can have fi get
Gal love kill me, kill off de jet
From out of me double AA
Like some 90 minutes cassette

No silicon, no in a ya breast
No stretch mark, no de pon ya chest
You live in a palace
Some gal live in a forest You a get caress
Some gal a get harass
Some gal a link up wit old man Morris
Gal dem weh fi flop yuh show she no born yet

Gal ya hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Zagga zow, zagga zow

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

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