Diamonds - Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Title: Diamonds
Album: Matthew
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin

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Lyric:
Man, it's been quiet in the Bronx since Kate Rich got killed
I heard some kid wearin' a mink
Fakin' like he live in Brooklyn squealed
We gon' need Johnny Cochran man, I'm tellin' you
Gotta get everybody out

Chill at home watchin' the Mets
I'ma tell Suge Knight to call Big Kap and Funkmaster Flex
Tony Green is out of jail with a five billion dollar bail
I'ma hire two men with machine guns to do retail

Independent promotion, a couple of people got they legs broken
Record exec found dead, body in Hoboken
Autopsy explainin what parts remainin
New York police department, the F.B.I.
Said this guy wasn't playin'

Tape around this punk's mouth, what is he sayin'?
Turned the radio up and cut his arms off
and throw him off the top of the Waldorf
Call Fat Kat in prison
Tell him his right hand mand already did that
Ten cars, meet me at the Lincoln Tunnel with stockin' cops

We're gonna count to the one, oh, put butter on the bun, oh
Black killed the program director but first let him sniff some blow
See the man with the suit?
Light up the kid with the bomber jacket and Timberland boots
Comin' at you like Tupac in "Juice", I'ma get loose

We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time
Diamonds, we bring violence!

We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time
Diamonds, we bring violence!

We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time
Diamonds, we bring violence!

Send a coffin up to Billboard with flowers in the lobby
A picture of me with Gene Griffin holdin' a hand-grenade
I'ma fax you a copy and let you know my job ain't sloppy
Extort the industry 'cause Nicky Barnes is gonna be
In charge of every label's distribution

My street team is gonna be eight men with loaded tecs
Ridin' around with Chrysler PT cruisers from a mental institution
Whip mob style, Tone Capone AZ in charge of publicity on the phone
Crazy Joe outside to meet the mixtape DJ's with carbombs
In the parkin' zone, purple Cadillac lavender two-tone

A box packed up with a chopped off human head
With a murdered pitbull with a knife in his stomach
Federal Express to your secret home
Sonny D handle the Wherehouse and Tower
Take Coconuts and Sam Goody
And hire David Berkowitz as a receptionist for more power

Extreme impact when Uniter Parcel
Bring bazookas and bombs in from Iraq
Close the George Washington Bridge when we attack
Carryin' duffle bag sacks
Larry Davis is workin with a thirty-eight magnum

Big stations won't have any problem hearin' the wax
(I'll play it)
With Kingston, Jamaica
Sendin the video to HBO and Cinemax

We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time
Diamonds, we bring violence!

Look at the bottom of your car, now start it
Wire on your doorknob, that's me across the street
Wearin' a pinstripe suit With a [unverified]
With black glasses talkin' to Grandmaster Flash
Lookin' at your black asses

We work nine to nine, we never sleep full time
Diamonds, we bring violence!

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Goody Goody - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Goody Goody
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Matt Malneck, Johnny Mercer

Lyric:
Hurray, hallelujah
Hurray, hallelujah
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

So you met someone who set you back on your heels, goody goody
You met someone and now you know how it feels, goody goody
You gave her your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And she broke it in little pieces, now how do you do?

So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody
You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah, you had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for her, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

You gave her your heart too, just as I gave mine to you
And she stuck it in her collection, section ninety-two
So you lie awake just singin' the blues all night, goody goody

You think that love's a barrel of dynamite
Hurray and hallelujah, you had it comin' to ya
Goody goody for her, goody goody for me
And I hope you're satisfied, you rascal, you

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Head Banger - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: Head Banger
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick S Sermon, Parrish J Smith, George (Jr) Clinton, Ronald Bank, Edward A Green

Lyric:
Negroes

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?

The head banger, gettin' wreck
The head banger

Ka rank the boom box as my sound knock from blocks
As I chill and bust grills you take snapshots
Of the maniac dressed in black carry round a strap
Kid you play me too close
(Slow down and catch a cap, pow)

'Cause I don't play games, an outlaw like Jesse James
To hell with the bitches and the so called fame
(Uh, uh)
Strictly biz to hard as I climb charts
(Kid yeah)

Bustin' ass daily as I compose like Mozart
Just stand, say you're mad damn, why him?
Z-oh-one Tonka, five-sixty Benz
I'm sick and mad deep no shorts and no sleep

I'm bugged like a tapped phone, hard like concrete
So get a grip and don't slip or catch a clip
From the infrared aimed at your head as I blast my target
The Bozack, I rip up flows that

Make an MC stop and chill and say he's all that
Hardcore no R and B singer
Roll with the Hit Squad down with the head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Erick Sermon break it down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise, you wonder where I've been, I've been workin'
But sounds makin' danger, and black birds chirpin'
A real Damian, Omen possessed by the devil
You dig the rhythm and I'll play the runnin' rebel

Changed my style, so I can freak the funk
Yo pass the Philly, Hit squad spark the blunt
I got the power, to ram shack a stadium
Wubba wubba, even Judy Brown the Palladium

Yo, I'm from the Boondocks so I knows the flavor
(Yeah, yeah)
Sometimes I curse but now, I show behavior
EPMD, yo, is in this to win this
A brand new LP so mind your business

No jokin', I'm gettin' paid fully
You wanna buy the cassette, stop by Sam Goody
Yo, where's my hoodie? I wanna be hard and cause some ruckus
Talk with the b-boy slang and blast some suckers

Walk like an Egyptian, rough crackin' my steel
Plus I'm goin' to court, make my own appeal
As taught as a kid or told, never talk to a stranger
'Cause I could be a head banger

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
K-Solo
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

I'm the original rap criminal
(Yeah)
My shots, spell spray duck leaves my trigger finger digital
(Ho-ah)
My gun will make, many men, things you did when I get mad
And pissed cause I can make him my target

Braggin' 'em, taggin' 'em, draggin' dragging'em
Mad hollow point rhymes in my mic
Choose Smith or assault over Magnum
(Uh)
So back up off me, here's a clip

For Suzi's and guns and then you fagots gonna off me
I'm sure you know the deal that my nine can box
I knock punks out quick like Evader Holy field
More rhymes than music's, my solution

Subscribers of my style here's a contribution
Let's say you want a shovel layer parkin' MC's
Like cars and drivin' MC's away
Tanks goon be full, to rappers wanna tempt me

I break the steering shift and leave 'em empty
'Cause they can't go, so I'ma call a hoe tow truck
To come tow truck your weak side show

Back on the scene is the incredible one man team
When I get mad I turn green
The Fugitive's gone peace, I'm outta here later
And here's a finger, to all you non movin' spectators

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Redman get down
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

Surprise niggaz, the original P-Funk funks you up
I take a hit from a spliff then I get biz with the new cut
Because I can Jam like Teddy if you let me
A Good fella but still rugged like Joe Pesci

My style is mad funka to the delic with the irrelevant
shit that I kick back flips any four bitch
(Yeah)
Deduct and I dip then I switch
To an incredible nigga with a nickel nine on the hip

I always got played by a honey dip
But now I'm on the money tip so now I call the honey dip
Honey bitch and swing hardcore because that's where I come from
(Yeah)

I Rock ya like Chub and burn scrubs like a dum-dum
Remember Redman, last album I was Hardcore
Now I'm back to tear the frame out your ass crack
'Cause I get wreck, with the tec, with the blunt or mote

And what you see is what you get and what you're gettin' is your
Ass kicked, nigga, hit you with the funk dafied figure
Like a plus funk, funk times stuffed in your back trunk punk
Yes, the Redman that's what they call me

Wicked with the style you think I have cerebral palsy
Like aaiee, ahaaa 'cause I freak the styles crazy
Lullaby your stupid ass, rock a bye baby
The Funkadelic Devil hit your ass with a level from the new school
And still holdin' my jewels

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
Yeah, head crack, head crack
Grand Puba, slow down

The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger, what?
The head banger
Yeah, head crack, head crack

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Housewife - Lyrics - Dr. Dre 2001 - Dr. Dre

Title: Housewife
Album: Dr. Dre 2001
Artist: Dr. Dre
Composer(s): M Bradford, R Brown, A Young, T Curry, B Bailey

Lyric:
Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

I mostly sold dick while I packed a gold clip
Worked my money-maker, she got paper, she 'bout to trip
(Where the fuck is my money?)
I cannot G guilty
You pimpin' strong, but comin' home, to sheets that be filthy
She on the dillzy, I take advantage
All up in them panties, I got this bitch speakin' Spanish
I'm mannish get yo' nails out my back
Slut I'm bout to nut and get up, go scrub yo' cat

Learn the player rules, this is how I play a dude
Might not be a freak, but she got on the choosin' shoes
Dollar signs are folded, I can't control it
Tryin' to leave her, beeper just exploded
She sweatin' me, won't let me, broad turned fraud
Now she on this dick huh, got her turnin' tricks huh
Man it's a trip I don't trip I'm in yo' Lexus flexin'
I left her up in Dallas, Texas, assed-out

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

Now hoe is short for honey
Almost had her wailin' like Bunny
Tellin' tales of bein' pregnant
Catchin' Nordstrom sales with abortion money
I spotted her, seen her with my nigga when I shot at her
Now we got beef, he caught up in the hoe's erotica
Exotic, she's psychotic, rockin' his Nautical
Soon he'll need antibiotics
(Sucka bitch)

Name a sexual disease,
She got it like Sam Goody
You be like, "Damn how could she hit me off with chlamydia?"
Fool I pity ya
We live in the city off, ballers
With more bouncin' than a Zapp
She will doo-wah-diddy-ya
Prettier to grittier, the wittier can get her

To the Hotel, Niko
On some Suave shit like, Rico
That's when I caught a Vision like Coleco
A high-post hoe
A perfect way for me to keep dough
Huh, have her sellin' ass
On Bronson Ave and Pico

At the hotel, motel, or the Holiday Inn
(Say what nigga?)
I said if that bitch keep fuckin' up then we'll fuck her friends
(Bitch)
I said I dip, dive, what can I say?
Niggaz need to stop fuckin' with O.J.
Some niggaz bang blood, some niggaz bang creep
And bitches ain't shit but hoes and tricks
I had to dream of hoes, I had to scream at hoes
I seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes

Lil' Almond Joy, I truly enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers
Come back to the mansion, chill at the spot
From the way she was blowin', I know she does it a lot
I have a eight-and-a-half, nine-and-three-quarters
The hoe started callin' when I started boss ballin'
Gimme some head, gimme some ass
(Uh-huh)
Gimme some cash, pass it to Daz

Pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak
That ain't shit new, I thought you knew
(What?)
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a G down, break me down
But I'm a see you on the rebound D.P. style
(What? What?)

Now this this is one of them occasions
Where the homies not doin' it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife
And when it all boils down you gonna find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found you a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife wife

{Lil' half Dead
Lil' half Dead the money jumped out to say
Ol' Snoop Dogg on the look out boy?
Yeah
He gotta be more than half Dead
If he don't fill my motherfuckin' drink up!
Or fill your motherfuckin' mouth up
Ahh haha haha
I don't think so!}

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Joker'S Wild - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Joker'S Wild
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's
Number one game show, The Joker's Wild!
Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants
Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

Woohoo!
Everybody smile, guess who's back on your underground dial
It's the game show host with the most
And tonight we finna have a little pig roast

Cop copper, it's been a long while
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle
Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel
But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin' wheel

Looks good, nice try
Now let's see just how ya gonna die?
Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed
He just pounds nails in your forehead

The pig got lucky that time
But let's take a look who's next down the line
Oh, the 43rd District judge
Hey pal, remember me, you threw me in jail

Take a spin or I'll snap your neck
The clicker's landed, let me check
The Jokey, hey, it ain't bad at all
We just cut your face off and slap your skull

Who's next for the games and fun?
Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run
The redneck that sicked his dog on me
Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy

Spin around and around it goes
Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?
Jeffrey Dahmer
No, the correct answer would be your mother
Shaggs?
Aww, shit, motherfuckers
Get ready for round two of this bitch
So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again

Oh goody, the unzip your drawers
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls
Raise ya upside down for the bang bada
Now we bust your head like a pinata

The audience loves that shit
Listen to 'em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah
We got guts on the camera

The Joker's Wild is brought to you by, Faygo
Everybody sing!
Send your momma straight up to the store
Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo

Welcome back to the Carnival Show
Here's your chance for the big money cash flow
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever
Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head

Pick a door, one, two or three
It's the same behind every door, me
There's no escape, now gimme that bald head
The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead

At home they just watching your doom
We broadcast from hell to your living room
I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

It's time to play hit or miss
Contestant number one, open your mouth
Contestant number two, get ready
Will he hit or miss
He hit! What's next?
We got money, we got cash, we got prizes
We got blood, we got guts
We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild

I got my yellow suit and my purple tie
Somebody's gonna die, oh my
It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor
Always bitchin, yellin' from the kitchen window

See, he died and he went to hell though
We meet again, I got my own game show
Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around
Bonus round!

Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too

So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat

The cop in here?
Eats butt
Yes, the square root of two?
Uhh
Correct, nutsacs don't belong in?
Butt cracks
Right
Richboys eat?
Caviar
No, the correct answer's, bullets
Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying
"So long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"

That's it, go home

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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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Nothing To Lose - Lyrics - Josh Gracin - Josh Gracin

Title: Nothing To Lose
Album: Josh Gracin
Artist: Josh Gracin
Composer(s): Marcel Francois Chagnon, Kevin Stuart Jam Savigar

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Lyric:
It was noon time, down time, break time
Summertime, Miller time, anytime, she was looking pretty fine
A red light, green light, go all fired upside downtown
She was shaking me all around

I was tuned in, going nowhere, second wind
Jonesing, drooling, feeling good, if you would

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

In like Flynn, I was looking for the win
Just trying anything, hey baby, where you been
All my life I've been looking for someone like you
Falling head over heels, hey, what can I do?

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Now I'm in the fast lane going 98
By now I know she can smooth operate me
I know now she's no goody two shoes
But hey, I've got myself nothin' to lose

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Oh yeah, by the way she moves
She's got me rolling in dirt in a white t-shirt
Breaker Breaker 1-9, she's a big ol' flirt

By now she's got me pretty tied up
Tied down, any way I choose
I've got nothin' to lose

Noon time, down time, break time
Summertime, Miller time, any time
She was looking pretty fine

In like Flynn, I was looking for the win
Just trying anything, hey baby, where you been
All my life I was looking for someone like you
Falling head over heels, hey, what can I do?

I got nothin' to lose, yeah

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Only Live Once (Real) - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Only Live Once (Real)
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): William E. Butler, Terrance Cocheeks Kelly, R Garcia, I Salis, Raphael Boyd, Author Unknown Composer

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Lyric:
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this
You can't stop this, you can't stop this

These muthafuckas made it this way, I show 'em mine
I knew we down, now, we was shining also blowing time
Official Queens crack stars gettin' money
Rollin' trees in the backwoods, timberlands, cars and black hoods

The territories rugged, certain bimbos love it
I fuck wit cats undiscovered, keep my Timbo's covered
We ride around in the streets, kid we duckin' knicks
Money power wit some game, kid we fuckin' chicks

The hard times help me sharpen up we be in Watts,
But still be sparkin' up, love it when the day darken up
My life is like a movie, big guns and booze play a part
I came through to display an art

Yo, fuck you, jealous niggas, I take care a fam and I lay low
I'm livin' kid, I got the money plus the yayo
And hold a heat up on the seat because it's gettin' wicked
You get yo dough, I get my dough, let's blow so we can kick it

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Yo, is you mothafuckas outta yo' mind?
We them niggas who be holdin' it down
Half of the reason you live
Other fifty percent of the reason you frown

Behind the back you pop shit
But when we be wavin' them thangs, you innocent
'Cause we in this bitch, Raw Dogs
Is you askin' for a New York City war call?

We keep it gritty for all a y'all
But some you niggas actin' like you goin' through menopause
And that's the second we send 'em to morgues
Slay 'em down, get in them drawers

Been put on what you tellin' me for?
Look at 'em beggin' for more
Either they yellin' or givin' applause
Picture livin' laws while we got x-cons on the dance floor

Goody niggas, playin' the wall
And dime bitches rockin' hoodies wit razors inside
We told y'all but ya wasn't tryin' to listen tah me

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

Ever since the day I was born, my lifestyle been real
Bloody stories on blank paper is what my pen spill
My men still, sellin' coke, cooked up and powdered out
In a big body smoked out, shit is clouded out

We official crack stars, bury bodies in back yards
You neva touch nothin', sayin' you blast niggas and clap cars
I get a back massage from a bad European
And switch my bird every season and I'm rollin' up my treason

But my question is, give me one reason to let you live
But you good at talkin' your way outta shit, I bet you is
So I sex your wiz, kill you and leave ya wife left with kids
Ghetto black widow, what nigga? My mac glitto

Attack ya, hitto, it's like pimp talk wit a limp walk
And crazy dough is what I'm in for, somethin' you bent off
But couldn't touch, scream you got guns but wouldn't bust
Never fuck wit niggas outta my circle I don't trust

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop

You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top
This one crew you can't stop, oh, no, no
You only live once, so let's ride, let's take it to the top

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Little Goody Two Shoes - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Little Goody Two Shoes
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
You can take a powder, you can take a drink
You can keep the shrink and the kitchen sink
You can write my name in Heaven in invisible ink
But just leave me feeling when there's no time to think

Little goody two shoes is here to clinch
You can miss it by a mile or you can miss by an inch
Don't move a muscle, baby, don't even flinch
Or little goody two shoes will feel the pinch

You can tear me under, you can give me lip
You can take me over, you can give me the slip
You can take off everything or tear me off the strip
With a bullet in the chamber and another in the clip

Little goody two shoes is here to clinch
You can miss it by a mile or you can miss by an inch
Don't move a muscle, baby, don't even flinch
Or little goody two shoes will feel the pinch

Just when you thought you got what you deserved
When you think it's time to stop trying
A voice says, "Boy, have you got a nerve
Why do you have to keep crying and crying?"

You can take me outside, you can take me apart
You can take me upstairs, you can take me to heart
You can take the decision that it's time to depart
Don't try to stop me when you told me to start

Little goody two shoes is here to clinch
You can miss it by a mile or you can miss by an inch
Don't move a muscle, baby, don't even flinch
Or little goody two shoes will feel the pinch

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Mama'S Pearl - Lyrics - Jackson 5

Title: Mama'S Pearl
Artist: Jackson 5
Composer(s): Frederick Perren, Deke Richards, Berry (Jr) Gordy, Alphonso Mizell

Lyric:
You send cold chills up and down my spine
We kiss for thrill, don't you draw the line, no, baby?
(Oh, baby)
'Cause ya mama told you that love ain't right
But don't you know good lovin' is the spice of life, yeah?

Mama's pearl, let down those curls
Won't you give my love a whirl?
Find what you've been missin'?
(What you've been missin'?)

Ooh, ooh, now baby
Goody girl, let down those curls
Won't give you give your heart a twirl?
Don't keep me wishin'
(Keep me wishin')

Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom
Boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-boom, boom

You want my lovin' and yes you do, do, do
(Yes you do, I know you do)
You know my lovin' and it's true, true, true now, baby
(Oh, baby)
But your conscience tell you love is wrong
(Oh)
But did you know good lovin' never hurt no one

Oh, mama's pearl, let down those curls
Won't you give my love a whirl?
Find what you've been missin'?
(What you've been missin'?)

Ooh, ooh, now baby
Goody girl, let down those curls
Let me give your heart a twirl
Don't keep me wishin'
(Keep me wishin')

Let it all hang out, girl
(Girl, don't be afraid)
Oh, you've got the first step made
Ooh, the rest is up to you
Oh, feel is what you do
Let yourself go

Let your lovin' flow, now, now, now
Let your lovin' flow, now, now, now
Just give in to me
('Cause I've got what you need)
Got what you need

Let's fall in love, let's fall in love
Find out what you're missin'
Goody girl, let those curls
Let me give your heart a twirl
Won't you give my love a whirl?

Girl, don't be afraid
Oh, you've got the first step made
Oh, just give in, just give in to me
'Cause I've got what you need
Got what you need

Let's fall in love, let's fall in love
Let yourself go
[Incomprehensible]
Let your lovin' flow
Just give it to me
('Cause I've got what you need)
(Got what you need)

Girl, don't be afraid
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)
Daddy's girl, we've got it made
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)

Find out what you've been missin', sugar
Goody, goody, goody, girl, ooh, find out, girl
Mama's pearl, don't be afraid
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)
Daddy's girl, we've got it made
(Let's fall in love, let's fall in love)

Girl, don't be afraid
Ooh, we've got the first step made

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Never Love Again - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: Never Love Again
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Roland Chambers, Kenneth Gamble, Leon Huff

Lyric:
Dear Lord above
I swear that I
I will never love again
Unless I'm lovin' him
Oh, no, oh, oh, oh

He came to me
With a twinkle in his eye
And I fell for him
Yes, I fell for him

Took me by surprise
Unaware was I
Well I fell for him
Oh, I fell for him

If I ever needed help, I need it now
Ain't none of my so-called friends
Got the power to make my tears go 'way
So on my knees I pray
That you bring his love my way

Dear Lord above
I swear that I'll
Never, never love again
Oh, no ho

I stare down at the eyes
And wipe the tears I cried
When I fell for him
Yes, I fell him

Gettin' next to me
Was all he wanted to see
Well goody-good for him
Goody-good for him

When my heart's in trouble
And my mind's in doubt
You're the only one who could ever work it out
And bring the sun back in my day
So on my knees I pray
That you send his love my way

Dear Lord above
I swear that I'll
I will never love again
Unless I'm loving him
No I'll never, never, never, never
Never, never, never gonna love again

Oh, yes I'm never, never, never
Never, never, never, never gonna love again

Dear Lord above
I swear that I'll
Never, never, never, never, love again
Unless I'm lovin' him
Said I'm never, never, never, never

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Go Down - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Go Down
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Michael Bowe, James M Franks

Lyric:
Step back 'cause the bass is fuzzin'
Bloodhound gang bangs more than the dirty dozen
Alley oop here comes the slam I know where I stand
I'm feelin' like anthrax 'cause you know I'm the man
Yea I dug your dame but all I did was kiss her
But I got to second base with your mom and your sister
I'll wipe the grin off your face like I was a can of Windex
I threw a right I threw a right was it live or memorex

Go down down deep deep in and out quick
'Cause I'm harder than Chinese Arithmetic
Now my fist is in your face 'cause you stood in my way
You tried to talk your shit and your ass got paid
I get stupid like the Mongoloid Corky
Welcome to McDonald's may I take your order
'Cause I'm cold kicken lyrics like my arm was on fire
Like Pinocchio my nose don't grow 'cause I ain't no liar

Go down, go down, to get it up, get it up
Go down, go down, to get it up y'all
Go down, go down, to get it up, get it up
Go down, go down, to get it up y'all
Go down, go down, to get it up, get it up
Go down, go down, to get it up y'all

Clap it on, clap it off sniff my exhaust
'Cause I got more steps than Barishnikov
Like a pair of wet, a pair of wet, a pair of wet jeans
You don't understand but your girl knows what I mean
So I kicks my rhymes kind of complex
A text of intricate words and other spoken effects
Like a preacher on the mount teaching things he doesn't follow
When you tried to hit the brake but pushed on the throttle

Mr. Goody two shoes picture the scenario
Your girl blew me as I blew your stereo
I got more bass than a baseball diamond
Don't put me on your chalkboard 'cause I'm not down with Simon
Sonic boom in your room assume your not there
Booty licken nugget picken with your dad downstairs
Love is just a fallacy I got more force than gravity
I can run all night like an Energizer Battery

Go down, go down, to get it up, get it up
Go down, go down, to get it up y'all
Go down, go down, to get it up, get it up
Go down, go down, to get it up y'all
Go down, go down, to get it up, get it up
Go down, go down, to get it up y'all

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Goodies (Remix) - Lyrics - Goodies - Ciara

Title: Goodies (Remix)
Album: Goodies
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, Lemarquis Jefferson, Jonathan Smith, Zachary Wallace, Sean Garrett, Craig Love

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen, whoa, whoa, whoa
Say, looky looky aw suki suki
Want dem goody goodies? Dat's my pookie tuki G
One gurl, get ya back up off tha wall
Do dat matrix part but don't fall

Aw naw we ain't neva done it
You want a hit? Stamp Sho' nuff on it
(Ladies and gentlemen)
Pay attention
Ciara's what the game been missin'

I ain't come here to play wit yall
And now I don't play no ball, I just ball
Dranks for all y'all Gin gale in it
Put ya cups up, Zin Zale sent it

You may look at me and think that
I'm just a young girl but I'm not just a young girl
Baby this is what I'm lookin' for sexy, independent
Down to spend it type that's gettin' his dough
I'm not bein' too dramatic, that's the way I gotta have it

I bet you want the goodies, bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered, maybe 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies, keep on lookin' 'cuz they stay in the jar
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

Just because you drive a Benz, I'm not goin' home wit you
You won't get no nookie or the cookies, I'm no rookie
And still I'm sexy, independent, I ain't wit it so you already know
I'm not bein' too dramatic, that's the way I gotta have it
You may feel slick, tryna hit but I'm not dumb
I'm not bein' too dramatic, it's just how I gotta have it

I bet you want the goodies, bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered, maybe 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies, keep on lookin' 'cuz they stay in the jar
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

You way too hot to keep ya goodies on lock
I don't need a locksmith, I got the key to that box
I wanna see you next to me in that drop
Us chillin' in Tahiti no shoes, no socks

Maybe in Jamaica poppin' bottles on the yacht
Then back in Miami grand hustle no stop
Give it to me 'cuz you wanna, I ain't workin' for it
You can keep ya nigga look at me, look at me
(You think I'm payin' for it?)

You're insuating that, I'm hot but these goodies boy are not
Just for any of the many men that's tryna get on top
No you can't call me Layta and I don't want your numba
I'm not changin' stories, just respect the play I'm callin'

I bet you want the goodies, bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered, maybe 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies, keep on lookin' 'cuz they stay in the jar
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

I bet you want the goodies, bet you thought about it
Got you all hot and bothered, maybe 'cuz I talk about it
Lookin' for the goodies, keep on lookin' 'cuz they stay in the jar
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh

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Goody Two Shoes - Lyrics - Ant Adam

Title: Goody Two Shoes
Artist: Ant Adam
Composer(s): Adam Ant, Marco Pirroni

Lyric:
With the heartbreak open
So much you can't hide
Put on a little makeup, makeup
Make sure they get your good side, good side

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes
Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
There must be something inside

We don't follow fashion
That would be a joke
You know we're going to set them, set them
So everyone can take note, take note

When they saw you kneeling
Crying words that you mean
Opening their eyeballs, eyeballs
Pretending that you're Al Green, Al Green

Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes
Goody two, good two
Goody goody two shoes

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

No one's gonna tell me
What's wrong or what's right
Or tell me who to eat with, sleep with
Or that I've won the big fight, big fight

Look out or they'll tell you
You're a superstar
Two weeks and you're an all time legend
I think the games have gone much too far

If the words unspoken
Get stuck in your throat
Send a treasure token, token
Write it on a pound note, pound note

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside

Don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
You don't drink, don't smoke, what do you do?
Subtle innuendos follow
Must be something inside
...

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Tilt-A-Whirl - Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Tilt-A-Whirl
Album: Bizaar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Welcome to the tilt-a-whirl
All you mutha fuckas are gonna die
Everybody, you're dying everyday constantly
I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin' now
And still won't die, try me
Wicked clowns never, never die, whut

Oh, my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap 'em in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gonna be a helly ride

Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic straight up find 'em
If you lose your nugget yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
'Cuz we about to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins

They all die die
They all die die

Looky look a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck the line put him up front
Welcome to our spectacle
Carny rides eccentrical
Hope you like it even though
Have to mingle with the poor

Here you go sir have a seat
You've got to take this ride, it's neat
Tell ya now the ride is fast
Might want me to hold your cash
We gonna spin until your soul
Leaves your body dead and cold
Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood
All over the neighborhood

They all die die
They all die die

Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it, get on
Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it, whee
Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it, get on
Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it, ride
Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it, get on
Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it
Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it, get on
Get up on it, get up on it, get up on it, ride

Welcome buddy, what you did
Like to punch up on your kids
Scoot all them dead bodies down
We can go another round
Excuse us while we clean up here
Pile them up on over there
Strap 'em up then start the show
This time speed it up some more

Tell me any last requests
Before your guts rip out your chest
Fuck all that don't give 'em nothin'
Slap his ass and press the button
Fair enough now another down
Carnival don't fuck around
Fire up the tilt-a-whirl
And we'll see you all in hell

They all die die
They all die die

Yo, the dark carnival will never die
I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'
We wish we die, we hope we die
The only problem is
We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker

They all die die
They all die die
They all die die
They all die die

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You Belong To Me - Lyrics - Rock & Roll Music - Elvis Costello

Title: You Belong To Me
Album: Rock & Roll Music
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Elvis Costello

Lyric:
What are you girls gonna tell your mother?
I don't want to hear another word about young lovers
Or hiding your boyfriend in the cupboard
She's been to see the doctor, so you hope that she recovers

You act dumb
You say you're so numb
You say you don't come
Under his thumb

Don't wanna be a goody, goody
I don't want just anybody
No, I don't want anybody
Saying, "You belong to me, you belong to me"

Your eyes are absent, your mouth is silent
Pumping like a fire hydrant
Things you see are getting hard to swallow
You're easily led, but you're much too scared to follow

You've been warned
You're going to get torn
No uniform is gonna keep you warm

Don't wanna be a goody, goody
I don't want just anybody
No, I don't want anybody
Saying, "You belong to me, you belong to me"

You belong to me, you belong to me, you belong to me
You belong to me, you belong to me, you belong to me
You belong to me, you belong to me, you belong to me
You, you belong to me, you, you belong to me

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My Lord - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: My Lord
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell W Crump, Schuylar S Keeton, Marcus Williams

Lyric:
In this biatch, hit that
I?m fucked up, shit
All the soldiers, stand up now

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

This Hennessey got me on my knees, screamin?, "God please
Let my people be free who fightin? off over seas"
For a man who don?t give a fuck, who steals slaves
Jesus, I?m tryin? to walk the path that you gave

Goin? down a new world order
Got my boys on the corner tryin? to flip a quarter
I?m in the east coast, I?m tryin? to soak in this dirty ass water
And my ex-girlfriend said I got a little daughter

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

I got more places where niggas wanna kill me, fill me with slugs
I got some nothing they suck 'cause I don?t give a fuck
About nothing man Michelle died, a nigga cried and I let it go
I gives a fuck about a hoe

Give me dough my nuda my acres bustin? at you fakers
Killin? you quakers in the name of my maker
Patty cake, patty cake bakers man give me land
I?m tryin? to live life in Gods plan man, damn

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

Yeah, searchin? the raggly tags for what I?m 'bout to ask
Lord, I be feelin? all alone and I?m goin? fast
Another day in the high feelin? goody good
Still the same ole weed man it?s understood

Pop, pop and gone in the wind victims of ghetto war
Busted up and over seas what are we fightin? for
Something busted in me pussy niggas trip
But I stay ready for you bitches with the extra clip
Killas that live on the side

So I get aim at fame triple crossin? bosses
They so quick to erase yo? name rippin? the rains is a slide
That?s goin? about my side, Lord, I hope I know I?m doin? wrong
I know you still by my side, losin? my mind

My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul and my mind
The Devil creeping 'cause I keep on fallin? behind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind
My Lord, I?m losing my soul, hey, I?m losing my mind

Yeah, south side nigga
Shit, what you talkin? about nigga
You know what I?m saying all the time nigga
Memphis 10, Mississippi
South side stand up, you know what I?m talking 'bout? Yeah

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Time And Time Again - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: Time And Time Again
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Melvin Coleman, Melissa A Elliott

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Lyric:
Ohh oh, ohh, yeah, yeah
Ooh ooh, aw, yeah
Oh, yeah
Aw, yeah, yes, woo

The things you say to me, can't make or break me
Everything you bought I give back absolutely everything
And, I am through wit'chu, you and your crazy moods
You be trippin' and slippin' and givin' attitude
(Holla)

I deserve the finger things, the joy that love brings
And you'll be missin' my kisses and makin' love scenes
I'm better off alone, can't wait 'til you get gone
Ain't no need to keep hopin' 'cause it's, over and done

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man
(Yes)

No use in talkin', better get to walkin'
Better get them chicks who turn tricks 'cause I'm just too smart
Man, I hate men who lie, who look me in my eyes
Come up with alibis, for the thousandth time

I won't take bullshit, leave your ass with the quickness
Because I'm stable and able to live my life alone
Boy I'm through wit'chu, no more to say or do
'Cause you're too confused, and it's over and done

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I cannot change you man

I be comin' with a rap on a ballad
You should vote Misdemeanor on your ballots
'Cause you know I blow your mind any time that I rhyme
And I'll be down for a challenge

I'm, wicked, I C K icked
Not Twista twisted
From coast to coast I brag and boast
I'm better than most and sufficient

I got that good love, that goody, goody, good love
That puddy, puddy, pusha
Slick talkin' sista, to any nigga
That wanna get with her
Don't never diss her

M dot S E
And let me stop playin' with y'all motherfuckers
This ain't no rap record, get back to the hook

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I can not change you man

Why do you keep comin' back, time and time again
You promised me you'd change your ways, time and time again
I heard the same old line from you time and time again
And why I take you back because I can not change you man

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