1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album) - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: 1st &Amp; 10 (Back For The First Time Album)
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Arbie Wilson, Michael Richard Bull, Christopher Bridges, Shondrae Crawford, Jean Paul Maunick, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
Click, click, click, click
Yeah, click, click
DTP nigga

I started with ten mack tens, ten clips and ten pens
Got ten times richer in the span of ten years
Bitch I'm ten times two on a scale of one to ten
I'll battle ten crews with the strength of ten men

At nine, I was into crime, sex, and drugs
Pushin' an '89 Box Chevy sittin' on dubs
Nine thugs all ski masks, black suited with gloves
Break the imprinted chest with at least nine slugs

Man I ate eight clips with eight chicks watching eight flicks
You's 8-6 if you ate pussy with fake lips
I figure eight when my mind goes in circles
Did I Do That or was it Mystikal and Urkel?

On to seven AK-47, so what?
I got seven hoes stoppin' by at seven to fuck
Then put seven in your chest seven days a week
And add a foot for good measure you'll be seven feet deep

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I got six hoes distributing on six blocks
It's blistering from cops tryna stop these rocks from distributing
Six gun shots left, one pint of Vodka before this pimp will hit
It's street justice, now it's six hole in your casket

Give me a high five and I'll put that nine lower than your esophagus
Then smack you so hard that you have to come with 2Pacalypse
Five stars, twenty rims, five cars
I'd add more but I had to subtract one from five bars

I got four forty-fours on a rip on the floor
For you niggas talkin' shit, I'm finish, so you what for
I did four months in the bing instead of a Hearst
Now it's DTP for life, dog for better or worse

I fuck three best friends, ran on all three the same game
In these streets I'm a murderer, I got three alias names
I'm three times insane, three shots will cave your brain
On three fire and ready, cock back and aim

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

I'm packing two twenty-twos and twice the ammunition
But at Friday the 13th, what's up now superstition?
I'm a two timer with a couple of twins, double jeopardy
With a pair of two deuces in the two seater Benz

I got one motto get dough till your gone
I got one main lady the rest of y'all is hoes
I'm Numero Uno with one more before I go
If you think I ain't the one bitch you too slow

And all you zero ass niggas ain't nothin' to me
Because I chop up O's, move dro', and chop keys
0-6 is my clique along with PC
Pretty Rick, Calil, V-Slim and Shondrez

It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain
It goes 1 to 10 and 10 to 1
Ludacris, Fake Feeze and that nigga I-Twain

It goes 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4
3, 2 murder, 1 lyrics at your door
These DTP niggas come ready for war
So don't start the fucking game if you won't settle the score

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3 Sheets To The Wind - Lyrics - The Polyfuze Method - Kid Rock

Title: 3 Sheets To The Wind
Album: The Polyfuze Method
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie

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Lyric:
What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

What's my name?
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

I'm here an' it's clear, I'm gonna flow, so, yo, black
Just get on up or you get the bozak
'Coz it ain't Kojak or Dr. Zeus
It's the Kid, motherfucker an' I'm gonna get loose

'Coz I got the juice to spruce an' get nice
An' so enticin', strong like a bison
Ruff like Brandy an' no one knows
That I got more riffs than Randy Rhoads

Smash, slash an' when I trash, I bash
I get ill, I chill but you don't know the half
I trip, I rip an' though I think I'm slick
I'm nothin' but a funky country hick

But I still get down with a sound that pumps
An' you can hear me from the trucks an' the trunks that bump
Never been questioned by the F.B.I
Although I've tried every method just to get high

L.S.D. is what I'm trippin' on
An' O.E., bitch, is what I'm sippin' on
A big fat booty's what I'm grippin' on
But for now I'm gonna rock an' keep rippin' on

Down to the motherfuckin' A.M.
As I co bump an' jump an' keep the crowd in mayhem
No brain, no pain
Now c'mon y'all an' tell me what's my name

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

3 sheets 2 the wind is the state I'm in
Half off the wagon with my feet draggin'
Taggin' hoes, gettin' lots of trim
Gettin' jocks an' props for all the spots I rock

I'm true' I'm blue like Captain Kangaroo
An' for the few who knew, yo, I'ma bang for you
Because the Kid Rock ain't no bitch, yo
An' I ain't no radio, wanna get rich, ho

So count my props, you can't get with me
An' fuck all you cops, you ain't shit to me
But hoes with guns, playin' hard for fun
So stay off my dick because I ain't the one

An' for anyone tryin' to bust me up
You better chill with that tryin' to fuck me up
An' if you're talkin' shit, I'm gonna shut ya up
An' all ya whack DJ's, I'm gonna cut ya up

'Coz I don't give a fuck about no one
An' when I wax, I tax an' that's just how it goes, son
Yo, I ain't no sucker
'Coz I'm the Kid Rock, motherfucker

Straight from Motown an' I won't slow down
I cease an' the cheese MCs, I mow down
An' I show no shame 'coz I'm down for mine
Now tell me, what's my name

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock
Kid Rock, Rock

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7-1-3 - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: 7-1-3
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, David Hobbs

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Lyric:
Junior talked that old husslin' talk
I was no [Incomprehensible] daddy
But I found out his daddy was a damn hussler

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

Now when you see me in the Lamborghini speeding, bumpin' screw
I know you see my license plate, "Lil' Flip number 2"
I use to skip summer school and hit the block and move work
That was enough to buy some shoes, pants, and a new shirt
Now I'm shinin' like Puff, wearin' diamonds like Puff
We got everybody else music sounding like us
So hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been bumpin' screw down here for a while!

And when you see me at the mall, just me and my dawgs
I'm shoppin' with them, 'cause I ain't trickin' for a broad
I do shows and rock crowds, and then I get paid
Summer time, I'm on dubs, winter time, I'm on blades
My whole click livin' laid, man we all got Vets
My crib so big, I ain't even see my room yet
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been buyin' six-figure homes for a while!

Now when you see me in the Vibe, Murder Dog and The Source
And the XXL, standing next to a Porsche
I get paid with my voice, so I pimp these beats
I hate commercial rap, so I pimp these streets
You don't work, you don't eat, that's a known fact
I don't just rap, nigga I know how to act
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been fuckin' with magazines for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

Now when you see me with Tigga, on B E T
Or 106 and Park, with AJ and Free
Or MTV, come take a look at my house
And after that, come take a look at my mouth
Yeah, I represent the South, like Pastor Troy
And I'm still fresh and clean, like Andre and Big Boi
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been talkin' shit on TV for a while!

Now when you see me with a sweet, blowing smoke out my nose
9 times outta 10, I'm probably blowin' hydro
So don't blow my high, just leave me alone!
'Cause I get high like Cheech and Chong
They call me 'Afroman' when my hair ain't braided
I got 20 tatoo's but I'm still educated
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been smokin' high-time weed for a while!

And when you see my at the club, I gotta get my floss on
Technomarine shinin' and I got my cross on
I gotta brand new phone, 'cause I'ma rich nigga
And when people call, you can see they picture
I'm still Lil' Flipper, but my money got taller
And my Benz got wider, and your hundred got smaller
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been acting bad, drivin' cars for a while!

When you see me Big Pimpin' like UGK
I'm choppin' on blades, candy-paint, Jog Grey
I'm sittin' on Twenty's, but I'm twenty-one
I'm ridin' with an AK, you still got a B-B Gun
So you need to Back, Back, and gimme 50 feet
'Cause you ain't sellin' records like Sucka-Free
But hold up! You better get your own style
'Cause we been ridin' around with straps for a while!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
The type of rappers y'all never goin' be!
We makin' money y'all never goin' see!
'Cause we represent the 7-1-3!
Houston, Texas nigga!

[Incomprehensible] 7-1-3
Nigga that's Sucka-Free [Incomprehensible] Texas,
We represent that
That's me Flip [Incomprehensible]
Humpty Hump, CEO down south
7-1-3, we are

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Adrenaline - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Adrenaline
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Bring it to these niggas son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
[Incomprehensible]
And you know what Dun

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My dun's heads bop to this, we stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats, don't mean to rub it in
But you're small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, niggas be askin' for ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelle, my big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor, when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet
And swearin' you dead, you survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dun you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth 'til that piece come out
And niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise, you ain't got it in you
First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game track, y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out Buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged, niggas getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire
Young niggas, smart niggas, who started from the stairs
How dare, you try to come around the way?
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live, but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down, you be like they did it

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Taste test this, military shit, bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this, thugness
It ain't easy to find, shit like mine
I'm a rare species, you're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heist the least, keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke, make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo

Irons, a permanent flesh, your clothes soakin'
You feel the shot pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds, be that man, grim reaper
With all pleasure, pick his feet up, pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

When I feel like getting' bent
Yo don't fuck with it Dun
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings
Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit

Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear
I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one nigga's like Mahadat

Guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

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Z - Ain'T No ***** - Lyrics - Unplugged - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No *****
Album: Unplugged
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown - Lyrics - Bring It On: The Best Of - Jay

Title: Z - Ain'T No Nigga - Foxy Brown
Album: Bring It On: The Best Of
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Dennis Lambert, Tyrone Thomas, Shawn Carter, August Moon, Brian Potter

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

I keep it fresher than the next bitch
No need for you to ever sweat the next bitch
With speed, I make the best bitch see the exit, indeed
You gotta know you're thoroughly respected by me

You get the keys to the Lexus with no driver
You gotcha own '96 suh-in, the ride
And keep your ass tighter than Versace, that's why
You gotta watch your friends you got to watch me, they connivin' shit

The first chance to crack the bank
They try me, all they get is 50 cent francs
And papayas, from the village to the tele
Time to kill it on your belly, no question
I got more black chicks between my sheets than Essence

They say sex is a weapon, so when I shoot
Meet your death in less than eight seconds
Still poundin' in my after life laughin', my shit is tight
Who you askin', right?

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own
(Yea, yea)

Fresh to Def in Moschino, coach bag
Lookin' half black and Filipino, fakin' no jacks
Got you a beeper to feel important
Surroudin' your feet in Joanie Dega's and Charles Jordan

I keep ya dove but love
You know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B and so I creep

I've been sinnin' since you been playin' wit Barbie and Ken 'n'
You can't change a player's game in the ninth innin'
The chrome rim spinnin' keeps 'em grinnin'
So I run way the fuck up in 'em and wrinkle the face like linen

I play hard-eh till they say God
He's keepin' it real, jigga, stay hard
Lawd, don't even trip
I never slip, nigga, get a grip

What you don't see is whatcha get
Weapons concealed, what the fuck y'all feel?
When you niggas play sick we can all get ill
(What the deal?)

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Yo, ain't no stoppin' this, no lie
Promise to stay monogamous, I try
But love, you know these ho's be makin' me weak
Y'all knows how it goes B, so I stay deep

What up, boo? Just keep me laced in the illa snakes
Bank rolls and shit, back rubs in the French tub
Mackin' this bitch, wifee, nigga
So when you flip that coke, remember the days you was dead broke

But now you're style and I raised you
Basically, made you into a don
Flippin' weight, heroin and shit, you know the pussy is all that
That's why I get bagets five carats and all that

From Dolce Gabana to H Vendell, I'm ringin' bells
So who the playa? I still keep you in the illest gators
Tailor-made so we can lay up in the shade reminiscin'
On how I fuck the best o' shit

Specially when I'm flippin' Baileys
Don't give a fuck about how you move with them other mamis
I push da Z, eatin' shrimp scampi with rocks larger than life
Fuck them Reebok broads, you made it known who your wife was

I got you frontin' in Armani sweaters before this rap shit
When you was in levers and bullshit berettas
And eek classes with mo in the glasses, shows in Cali
Wit all the flavor suede Bally's

Now all your mens' up in your Benz's high post
I swear you be killin' me playin' inside my pubic hairs
I never worry 'bout them other chicks
'Cuz you proved who was your wiz when you was spinnin' that bitch

I took a little when you was up North, your comisary stay pilin'
How you livin' large on the island, all them collects have me vex
But when you come home
Knew I was comin' off wit half of dem checks

Now we on the rise, your diamond mami wit the slanted eyes
Holdin' this grip cocked the green and the shit
Fucks no, I see half o' the dough
Made you into a star, pushin' hundred thousand dollar cars

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)

Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone
(Ha ha, ha ha, ha ha, ha ha)
Tell the freaks to find a man o' they own
Man o' they own, man o' they own

Ain't no nigga like the one I got
(No one can fuck you betta)
Sleeps around but he gives me a lot
(Keeps you in diamonds and leathers)
Friends'll tell me I should leave you alone

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Alice - Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

Title: Alice
Artist: Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): Ian Hunter

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Lyric:
Now Alice needed money I put 10 dollars on the breeze
As the wind died away, she sank way below her knees
And as a hurricane passed by she clutched the money from the sky
She must have been at least a fathom high

She works the 42nd beat on 42nd street
With all her golden ambitions and dead rhinestones in her feet
And when a stranger said she sucked, she just smiled believing luck
As she climbed into his truck to make a buck

Oh my God, she's running round the trees
Said she couldn't touch them because they're so real

Alice you remind me of Manhattan
The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in
Oh I, I got my eyes on you

Now keep a watch on your watch and a watch on her watch
'Cause if you ain't too careful he's gonna kick you in the crotch
And you're out in the cold and you know that you've been rolled
And the cops don't even stop and you feel old

See Alice really liked you but you stayed a while too long
Now she wants you to forget it and come back before too long
But make it quick if you could, she's gonna star in Hollywood
The producer seems to think, she's kinda good

Me and my camera eyes sitting on a fence
Laughing at the lights of New York city

Alice you remind me of Manhattan
The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in
Oh just come over

Roll up, see Alice on the palace where her name adorns the boards
Ain't no flash in her Cannes, she got the willpower of a horse
And it's a long way to Broadway from a 42nd lay
Or is it really just a couple of blocks away

Now I wonder if she wonders if I wonder if she wonders
About the times I put her down when she seemed to be right under?
She told me morals are traditions, contradictions, superstitions
See Alice is always based on split decisions

Me and my stupidity sittin' on a fence
And digging what I thought was New York city

Oh Alice, you remind me of Manhattan
The seedy and the snaz, the shoe boys and the satins
Like a throne made of gilt that too many Johns have sat in
Oh I like you

Yeah Alice, the lights were meant for you
Your weaknesses successful and your selfishness the clue
You gotta lose what you get and for what you get you lose
Oh, I know it

Oh Alice, don't stop and think a minute
Or your brain is gonna get ya, drop your heart right in it
And you're a shooting star and you'll die if you don't win it
Yeah, you didn't make the book

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American Dream - Lyrics - Live at the Fillmore - Lucinda Williams

Title: American Dream
Album: Live at the Fillmore
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

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Lyric:
Last time I saw you, you had dirt under your nails
Your eyes were glassy and you looked so pale
You said my life has become a livin' hell
Ain't got enough money to pay my bills

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

Got a friend with a needle stuck in his arm
He got hooked on heroin in Vietnam
It used to help kill the pain some of the time
Now I can't sleep at all since I got back home

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

I worked in the strip mines off and on
Now I can't seem to get rid of this cough
Ain't been many jobs these last few months
And the last one I had I got laid off

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

I ain't got no hot water and they shut off the heat
Can you loan me some money for something to eat
Been out here on this corner for about a week
Tryin' hard to stand on my own two feet

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

They want to try and tell me where I can live
They kicked me off my land and told me they'd give me
A nice little tract house with running water
But how am I gonna explain that to my Navaho mother

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

My American dream almost came true
But the things they promised me never came through
I believe in the American dream
But things are never quite what they seem

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

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Anything And Everything - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Anything And Everything
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Danny Nixon, Montell Jordan, Anthony Crawford, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Another, another, another, another
Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

Ah, anything I want boy
Ah, anything I need boy
Ah, anything I want boy

Another number one hit
So get your groove on

They say that money can't buy me love
But they don't know this Tenderoni
That I speaking of
She's so fly from her head to her toes
And I suppose
That's why I'm tricking off my dough

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Anything I want boy
Ooh, that's what she said to me
She's a material girl
But that don't bother me
Check books, credit cards, American Express
Financially I'm twisted and addicted, I confess

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

Anything she wants, everything she gets
She wants it all the time
So I'll provide and buy
Anything she wants and everything she gets
'Cause all her love is mine
When she's satisfied

Yo, yo
Hey yo, son I ain't trickin' off, bitch better trick me
Serving grade AD to A and TNC
Something like AK Nell
Better fuck me for free
'Cause when trickin'
I do stickin' like IV's
I told Montell spend your money like your
If she yells Cristal
Give her double duces
If she wants a mink
Get her ass a goose
She was shady before ya
Dropped This is How We Do It
Now my MO
Hydro with a bimbo
Da' CoCo got her Cabana's
Out da' window
I get deep like I stuck my feet in slow
You jump out of bed
Boggling, screaming timbo
When a broad want ice
Give her ass a ice pick
And then dismiss like Vibe did Chris
(But diamonds are a girl's best friend)
Yeah, yeah mine too
That's why the 44 cocked right behind you

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

I'll get your hair, nails, and toes done
I'll trick off all my dough
To let you know that you're the one
You'll like the car you drive
The clothes I buy
'Cause you're so fly
Tell me baby, Can Montell provide?

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

So if it's diamonds she wants, then I'll
I'll dig into a mine and search until I find
If it's a fur that she needs to keep warm
Then I'll wrestle a bear to keep her lovin' right here

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A Praise Chorus - Lyrics - Bleed American - Jimmy Eat World

Title: A Praise Chorus
Album: Bleed American
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): Thomas Gregory Jackson, Zach Lind, Tom Linton, Jim Adkins, Rick Burch, Peter Lucia

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Lyric:
Are you going to live your life wondering?
Standing in the back looking around
Are you going to waste your time thinking?
How you've grown up or how you missed out

T-T-Things are never going be the way you want
Where's it going to get you acting serious
T-T-Things are never going to be quite what you want
Even at twenty five you got to start sometime

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go
Now all I need is just to hear a song I know
I want to always feel like part of this was mine
I want to fall in love tonight

Are you going to live your life?
Standing in the back looking around
Are you going to waste your time?
Got to make a move or you'll miss out

S-S-Someone's going to ask you what it's all about
Stick around nostalgia won't let you down
S-S-Someone's going to ask you what's it's all about
What are you going to have to say for yourself?

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go
Now all I need is just to hear a song I know
I want to always feel like part of this was mine
I want to fall in love tonight

Crimson and clover over and over
Crimson and clover over and over

Our house in the middle of the street
Why did we ever meet
Start in my rock and roll fantasy

Don't don't don't let start
Why did we ever part
Kick start my rock and roll heart

I'm on my feet, I'm on the floor, I'm good to go
So come on Davey, sing me something that I know
I want to always feel like part of this was mine
I want to fall in love tonight, here tonight
I want to fall in love tonight, here tonight

I want to always feel like part of this was mine
I want to fall in love tonight, I want to fall in love tonight
I want to fall in love tonight

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Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Baby You Look Good To Me Tonight
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): Bill Danoff

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Lyric:
Been out on this highway now five days in a row
Words all run together and my feet are movin? slow
Got to stop and eat while it?s still light
There?s a local angel sittin' on my right

Do you believe in love at first sight?
Baby, you look good to me tonight

Well, I?m ordinarily very shy
And I?d be polite if I a had time
Baby, you look good to me tonight

Tomorrow, I?ll be good and gone
Please don?t make me wait that long
Baby, you look good to me tonight

?I get off at eleven?, she said and walked away
She poured a cup of coffee and she brought it on a tray
She said, ?It would be nice if you could stay"
You?re the best idea I?ve had all day

Usually I put up a fight
Baby, you look good to me tonight?

Well, I?m ordinarily very shy
But I grinned at her as I ate my pie
Said,"Baby, you look good to me tonight"

Thought I must be in a dream
When she asked me if I wanted cream
Baby, you look good to me tonight

All in all you know it?s not a bad life on the road
If you?ve got wheels to roll and lucky stars above
Your destiny?s your own, you go as far as you can go
If there?s time to sleep, there?s time to make love

I came, I saw, I conquered but I rode off in the sun
I know the look she left with me keeps telling me she won
Her face is the only thing I see
Whispering those words of prophesy

Well, I may come easy, but I don?t come free
You?re never gonna see the last of me
Baby, you look good to me
I was born to love you, now can?t you see?
Baby, you look good to me tonight

Well, I?m ordinarily very shy
But I take the time to satisfy
Baby, you look good to me tonight
Baby, you look good to me tonight
Woh, baby, you look good to me tonight

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Back Back - Lyrics - Lil' O

Title: Back Back
Artist: Lil' O
Composer(s): Magnus Magnus-Lawson, Aswad W Sampson, W Malone

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Lyric:
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Hey, here's a little story 'bout a nigga like me
I fuck bad broads live large and drive V's
Some say I'm cocky and rude, I might be
But nigga fuck you, you ain't got to like me

I'm at the bar taking sips of long island ice tea
Wrist looking' blue or icy I'm pricey
Bitch niggas mean mugging' and starin' all shiesty
Don't make me pepper spray your face, have you lookin' all spicy

'Cause I know you niggas hatin' and wanna fight me
Thinking I'm all Hollywood like Spike Lee
Thinking I'ma steal you and fuck up your white T
When I catch you in your jaw I'ma fuck up your white teeth

But nigga I be ready to scuffle like dice peat
And y'all walkin' outta this tussle ain't likely
I hope you boys ready to rumble I'm quite deep
And I ain't friendly but I'ma tell you politely

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Say I'm the type of cat when I pull up in the place
You hates like a blow job put it in they face
I buy the goochie shoes matching belt lookin' great
Dubs sounding cool you can tell I'm pushin' weights

Courtier full of flakes snow storms in the peaks
Hoe taming nigga keep my bitch on a leash
You the typa cat that'll chase a chick for weeks
Then try to box a nigga when you hear, he hit your freak

But playa don't you know you outta line that shit is weak
And fightin' over broads will get you killed up in these streets
You running round here plexin' always thinking shit is sweet
Then have the nerve to wonder why them bullets hit ya cheek

Then wanna step to me talkin' but
(Oh, you foul)
All up in my face talking 'bout
(You hit my gal)
I'm looking at him stupid like man this shit is wild
You better give me space asshole I ain't ya pal

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

I keep my game on face when I'm riding on chops
Straight gorilla pimp don't even wave to the bops
Lookin' like a snail crawlin' slow through the lot
Fist full of grain other hand on the glock

'Cause when you want fee jackers want what you got
That's why I stay ready with the inferred dot
The first one to jump is the first getting shot
Put the beam on his head then I take off his block

You love to rob O like take off you rocks
Take off your shoes playa take off your socks
But I'm the type of cat before I take off my watch
Aim at your chest and try to take off you heart

You know how I do playa shake off tha marks
Hit him with the big guns that take off a part
Chest lookin' like he been ate by a shark
Bitch you better mind stay in line play it smart

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet

Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Or I'ma grab the gat and hit a nigga with the heat
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Don't try to gimme dap bitch you ain't no kin to me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
'Cause you catch a slap if keep on grillin' me
Back, back, back, back gimme 50 feet
Gimme 50 feet, gimme 50 feet
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Back On My Feet Again - Lyrics - Melanie Thornton

Title: Back On My Feet Again
Artist: Melanie Thornton
Composer(s): Mitchell Lennox, Julien Nairolf, Rob Tyger

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Lyric:
I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again

No matter what you do
Now it's too late
You may not understand
But this is your fate
Can't you see what you do to me?
Are you really so blind?

Get out of my way
Just leave me alone
This is what I want

I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)

You better close the door and go
Don't tell me that you miss me so
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)
I'm back on my feet again

I don't belong to you
We are apart
You may not understand
But I don't want your heart
You can get with somebody else
I don't care what you do

Don't even call
Just leave me alone
This is what I want

I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)

You better close the door and go
Don't tell me that you miss me so
I'm back on my feet again

You think that I'm lonely
But I know it's better without you
You're not the only
I'm not looking for someone like you

I'm better off alone tonight
I'll be no longer by your side
I'm back on my feet again
(I'm back, back on my feet)

You better close the door and go
Don't tell me that you miss me so
I'm back on my feet again

I'm better off alone
I'll be no longer by your side
Close the door and go
I know, I know, I know
I'm back on my feet again

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Back On Top - Lyrics - Gameface - Master P

Title: Back On Top
Album: Gameface
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Obi Nwobosi, George Jr Clinton, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, Ainz Prasad, Percy Miller

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Lyric:
Gameface, uuh
Check them haters out, check them haters out
Check them haters out, check them haters out
Check them haters out, check them haters out
What? What? What? What?
The new No Limit you heard me them 'round platinum tank

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Criticism in the party like it's H20
In the back of the club sayin' bring some more
Me and my soldiers where the party at?
Hinicy, Gin, and Juice who ordered that?
'Cuz ya'll got cars and we got locked
Ya'll buy houses and we buy blocks
It ain't No Limit to the dough I got
The Ghetto Bill Gates in the parkin' lot

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Got my pork chop mixed with 2 eggs
A country tycoon with a hole lot of bread
Bentleys and Hummers we 'bout that there
And all my No Limit Soldiers how you do that their?
A couple of pages left but man we got colder
6 feet 5 in the hood we break boulders
Smash supermodels 'cuz they chicks to me
And a million dollars more is like grits to me

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Always willin' out but if I'm not willin'
You can take a picture of me on the island smilin'
Love for the haters but they mostly envys
More type of shepherds on lock but they mostly 20's
Play this game, we suppose to win
I drive a lot of cars but they mostly Bentleys
Lot of glass for Cris but they mostly bottles
See me with ghetto chicks but mostly models and um

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Ya'll now we on top, but the tank ain't dropped
We be like non stop with the one spot on locked
You wanna play these games where the MVP's
So fresh and so clean like some people in jeans, uuh

Oh look, what? Look
We from the south where they got golds in they mouth
Barbeque's all day right in front of the house
We use slit and slang like
What's cracky man? What's happney man?
We goin' to a platinum, man
We play ball all year, it's that all year

No Limit, P. Miller man, that's all we wear
We run it phat, soldiers get down like that
From the club to the streets we get around like that
Sad vapor roll with dogs that will chase ya
There's love in the game but some will still rate ya
I'm the type jump a crowd and get hype
Rip in track check the source while mights

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

Where them ballers at shot callers at?
Cris style more wet we want all of that
Where them ballers at shot callers at?
D. D. Rimin, we want all of that
No Limit run this for you?
Hell yea
I said No Limit run this for you?
Hell yea

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)

No Limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
No limit is back on top, ya'll haters can't stop us now
(Turn your Gameface, represent your nameplate)
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Be As You Are - Lyrics - Be As You Are - Kenny Chesney

Title: Be As You Are
Album: Be As You Are
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Kenny A. Chesney

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Lyric:
Man, I could use a Pina Colada
Little bit of sun on my skin
A hammock, a book, never gonna look back
Once my feet hit the sand
I've had it up to here with this rat race
Need a smile on my face

I wanna go where I can lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start

Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

Gettin' stuck sure would be easy
In this palm tree paradise
Ambition fades with every wave
For the finer things in life
Maybe I'll just hang around here
Go home later next year

I wanna stay down here and lighten up the load
Drive a little while on the wrong side of the road
Get this laying low off to a flying start

Play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are

I wanna play my guitar in the Caribbean sun
Hang with the locals at the Quiet Mon
Where you can be a tourist
A beach bum or a star
And be as you are
Be as you are

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Big Head - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Big Head
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Rhonesha S. Howerton, Maryann Malena, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
One time, freak freaky, uh, uhm
Two time, ah two, uh, uhm
Three time, uh uh, uh, uhm
Freaky, four times, freaky, Ms. Jade

Ain't no other girl, girl
Representin' for the whole world, world
Make it my duty
Try'n show off thinkin' they can move me

(Here we go again)
One time
(Never take me off my grind)
And I do it true true
Do me is my number one rule, rule

Look I'm grown, grown
Haters I'm leavin 'em long gone, gone
Got 'em with they
(Hands up high)

Twisted at the bar I'm feelin'
(All right)
Show 'em
(What they need to ride)
Dancin' 'til they feet hurtin'
(All night)

'Cause I stack cheese, cheese
I'm whatever it's gonna be, be
Uh and it's all to the good
Never been Hollywood 'cause I stand for the hood

It's a different
(Day now)
Watch how I'm makin' the game
(Break down)
See me doin' it it

I'm 'bout as good as it's gonna get, get
Uh, Philly chick get it down
If the flood is comin'
I promise I ain't gon' drown

Make the music
(Move you)
Timb's hittin' you crazy so you can
(Groove to)
Uh, Beat Club on the rise
And I got, got, got my eyes on the prize

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

We done did it now, now
Why don't you put your money on me now, now?
Make you feel free, free
You ain't even on the same league, league
From the sky to
(House parties)

Sippin' martinis under the
(Palm trees)
You can light it up, up
Sick ceiling leave niggas thugs, thugs
What's really goin' on, on
Partyin' to the break of dawn, dawn

Uh, switchin' lanes in the truck
And we know it's gonna catch up
But we still gettin' drunk, let's get
(Rooms for the night)
This a Timb trick so you
(Know it's tight)

Uh, stackin' the ching, ching
And it's obvious I'm gonna get a little vibrant thing
Tear the floor
(Up in the club)
Rappers with
(Chicks and the thugs)

Move, from the bottom to the top
Got ya self a gun and get prepared for the glock
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drink get your drink for your mugs
Uh and its all to the love
Twist up your drinks get your drinks for your buzz

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor

(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)

You ain't ever seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
(Get your big head on the floor)
You ain't ever seen me groove like this

Uh, break it down for me
Uh, break it down for me
Break it down for me, hu, heh

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me move like this
Get your big head on the floor
You ain't never seen me groove like this

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Big Truck Driver - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: Big Truck Driver
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Craig Stephen Lawson, Michael Tyler, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Whaaa, wassup nigga?
This for my niggas in them big trucks
This for all my niggas in them SUV's, you heard me?
This for my big truck drivers, look nigga blow yo' big truck horn

You still could see me in my big truck boy
Smilin' like a lil' kid when I sped the corner with my brand new toy
I got a bark in they call, talkin' 'bout
They wishin' I'd would've came out the garage

But, I guess that's too bad
'Cause your truck used to be the shit until they saw my pad
Strobe lights flash, solar baric, boom boom
Big feet ten runnin' while they, vroom vroom

Another SUV can't do nothin' wit' me
I'm 23's so 22's ain't fuckin' with me
Car so big it make it hard to turn the wheel
I can't watch the TV's from the sturrin' wheel

Shit, plush stronger than the buckskin' ceilin'
Chocolate tan interior really big truck grill
Yeah, that's how you do that there
Got bling and bass, everythin' clean but the ash-tray

I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver
In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver

And you know when you pass
Those small trucks you doin' them wrong
This is for my riders big truck drivers
Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray

Dark lights with brights, the dark windows
With the pistols in the hot spots fuckin' well right
So when you bitches try to act hype
I get the gat get the gat 'cause niggas don't fight

When you get to Ruben 2, then make a right at the light
And you might catch my rims will-millin' 'round night light
I played a Jag' 'round rags
And now excursion and escalade 'round upscale

The Range Rover's don't even get gools
'Til it's time for rhythm city or either house of blues
My niggas wit' me at your seat to pick my friends up
My brother 'Rice in a mother-fucking Benz' truck

Fresh light don't need no buffin'
Just call a homie where I'm at, west coast custom
Put it on a trailer and ain't no rushin'
'Cause when I get it back y'all 'round can't touch it

I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver
In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver

And you know when you pass
Those small trucks you doin' them wrong
This is for my riders big truck drivers
Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray

Ain't no slack in my Mack, rollin' slow the windows down
They recognize me so you know how they act
Cuttin' up, fallin' out, tryin' to flirt and get nasty
Raisin' shirt, showin' titties, talkin' 'bout autohgraphs

I try my best to keep my fans happy
I sign my name I grab the nipple they pull off and start laughin'
Then it's back through the hood, tryin' to find somethin' good
And after that I'm on my way back to good

I knew that I'm on course at all time
And I love grindin' like alcoholics love sweet creamy and wine
2002 and you dodgin' me now
Big truck gonna come up ain't no holdin' us down

Grab eyes, turn heads, stop traffic
My black big truck half match my big truck jacket
Do shows and get paid when I travel stay busy it be gone
Now this a big truck driver

I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver
In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver

And you know when you pass
Those small trucks you doin' them wrong
This is for my riders big truck drivers
Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray

I'm lookin' at you behind the wheel
Singin' this song, I'm a big truck driver
In the big ol' truck, with the big ol' grill
Rollin' on big ol' chrome, I'm a big truck driver

And you know when you pass
Those small trucks you doin' them wrong
This is for my riders big truck drivers
Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray

I'm a big truck driver, I'm a big truck driver
This is for my riders big truck drivers
Even on a bad day everythin' clean but the ash-tray

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