After You Came - Lyrics - Every Good Boy Deserves Favour - Moody Blues

Title: After You Came
Album: Every Good Boy Deserves Favour
Artist: Moody Blues
Composer(s): Graeme Edge

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Lyric:
Since it began I've got one dream
And really it's my only blessing
If I can come through then so can you
And you will find there's no regretting

Things that you want from your life's font
Will never let your spirit grow
Come back to earth for what it's worth
For you've been dreaming of the ceiling not a home

I've been doing my best
What else can I do?
Is there something I've missed
That will help you through

I've reached the top of my wall
I've found another way to fall

For some short time, for a while you and I were joined to eternity
Then we're split in two back to me and you
Like the rain rising from the sea
Rising from the sea

We all can see what we shall be
But knowing's really not controlling
With time perhaps I'll pass the traps
And find some peace and understanding

After you've come and while you're gone
You leave me guessing, it's depressing
Never to know the way to go
To find some time along a little less pressing

So you just have to laugh
When it hurts so much
You're so far away
And so hard to touch

I've reached the top of my wall
I've found another way to fall

Since it began I've got one dream
And really it's my only blessing
If I can come through then so can you
And you will find there's no regretting

Things that you want from your life's font
Will never let your spirit grow
Come back to earth for what it's worth
For you've been dreaming of the ceiling not a home

I've been doing my best
What else can I do?
Is there something I've missed
That will help you through

I've reached the top of my wall
I've found another way to fall

I've reached the top of my wall
I've found another way to fall

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A Million &Amp; One Things - Lyrics - Tha G-Code - Juvenile

Title: A Million &Amp; One Things
Album: Tha G-Code
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
What, this, this here's real, nigga
It's real, nigga, too real
Pay attention even though I'm young, nigga
Look, look

This one here's on tha up, dog
For all my people with bad luck, dog
Strugglin', tryin' ta make a buck, dog
For all tha peeps who ain't with us, dog

For all my niggas in Angola, stay tough, dog
See, this from shorty on tha real
I'm tired of seein' my niggas gettin' killed
They hustlin' for a mil, nigga, hustle for your bills

If ya think ya need help, holla at me, wodie, I'm trill
If I got it ta spend, then I got it to give
But listen, man, I know ya see the ice glistenin', man
I know it make you wanna go get it bad

But ya gotta think 'fore ya move, partna
'Cause it'll make your ship sink and you will lose, partna
I know you hate ta take it from a young nigga like me
But I betcha can't name one nigga like me

That's why I'm tryin' ta preach, my nigga
And teach, my nigga
If ya don't work ya don't eat, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look at ya, you're fuckin' up and I can tell it too
What is ya smokin'? Everything a nigga sellin' you?
I know you could do better than that, and deserve more
Ya use to be tight with your game back in '84

All tha hoes use ta jock ya, niggas use ta knock ya
Stay a big shot, motherfucker couldn't stop ya
Then ya went ta runnin' 'round tha project with them junkies
Holes in your shoes, and your body all funky

Lips all ashy, eyes popped out
Spendin' your children check, takin' food out they mouth
And you get mad with me 'cause I don't wanna give you ten
I don't support your habit, nigga, y'all grown men

I got kids ta feed, I got bills ta pay
I got people comin' askin' for shit everyday
I can't please everybody, but I love my folks
If I give ya everything, baby, I'ma be broke

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Look, look, look, where I stay, times is hard for a lot of my peeps
Some of my rounds doin' bad, can't even much eat
Every time I pass through, beggin' me for a dollar
Thinkin' I owe them somethin', don't even wanna holla

Nigga who use ta be ballin' ain't ballin' no mo'
I can see they life fadin' away slowly for sure
Niggas who I come up with get me full of that dope
Use ta care about theyself, ain't care no mo'

Niggas want me ta help 'em, ain't helpin' theyself
You must be out your mind if you ain't helpin' yourself
Ain't no love loss, I just gotta stay my distance
Gotta keep my mind straight, before I come up missin'

Gotta do my rap thing, and make my paper, mister
Ain't gon' let nobody stop me from gettin' my six figures
Gettin' my shine on, bling-blingin' everyday
If you're not for tha right, stay tha fuck out my way, nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Every time I hit tha block, it look like it get worse
Make me wonder if V.L. and Magnolia got a curse
My niggas still my niggas, got love for 'em all
I hate to see that market ride they back and make 'em fall

Somebody tell me, if I didn't have change and I was broke
Would I get tha same attention when I'm in tha next four-door
No, I don't think so, I'll be a equal nigga
On the set, smokin' jo's, beggin' people for scrilla

On the reala, if I could do it, then you could
Lay your hustle down and make your way out the hood
Ain't nobody gon' give no hand-outs, I swear
Ain't nobody gon' pay tha bills in your house, I swear

They don't care, ya gotta stand on your own, my nigga
You ain't no child, look in tha mirror, you're grown, my nigga
Do yourself a favor, leave tha heroin alone, my nigga
And get your hustle on, nigga, get it on, my nigga

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

They got a million and one things that you could be doin'
Than hangin' around this motherfucker talkin' to your children
Get off your ass, lil' daddy, and go and get it
It's starin' at ya right in your face, you ain't wit' it

Man, you could be out here tryin' ta do somethin', man
I mean every time we come through, man
I do somethin' for my people, man
I give tha little kids a dollar or so, ya know what I'm sayin'

I try ta do things for tha football team
Try ta take care of my people
Try ta show them how ta help theyself

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At Least (Little Things) - Lyrics - Mirror, Mirror - Kelly Price

Title: At Least (Little Things)
Album: Mirror, Mirror
Artist: Kelly Price
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

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Lyric:
I'm on my way back to Atlanta
About to start a new life 'cause I can't take it here
It seems like the more we fight the more the pressure
I'm in this lonely house sitting high up on a hill

Pressin' the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on TV
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family

At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay

At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me, you would've done those things

You won't miss me till I'm gone
Impossible to drink from a well that's gone dry, yeah
And every night you come in singing the same old song
How could you do me wrong when you know it ain't right, baby

Pressin' the buttons on the control
Flipping through channels on TV
Wondering when you're coming home
And take care of family

At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay

At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me, you would've done those things

Take in a movie show, a carnival, a place to go, we can be alone
But instead I'm staring at these matching walls
The weekends spent, a compliment, flowers sent would've kept me at home
But now instead I'm packing my bags and I'm gone, yeah

At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay

At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me, you would've done those things

At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay

At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me, you would've done those things

All I wanted was a smile
For you to stay a little while
It's too late for it
'Cause you forgot the little things

At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me, you would've done those things

At least you can call and say I'm busy
At least you can say I'm running late
At least you can give some kind of notice
Let somebody know that you're okay

At least you can take some time to phone
At least you can just one day stay home
At least you can take me out to eat
If you love me, you would've done those things

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Z - A Week Ago - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - A Week Ago
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, O'Kelly Isley, Shawn Carter, Ernest Isley, Bernard Isley, Ronald Isley, J Stoute, Marvin Isley

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Lyric:
Uh-huh
That's right
Uh-huh-uh, it was all good just a week ago
Last week I had everything

Uh, uh-huh-uh, had this all good just a week ago
I had the money had the cars, the bitches
Uh-huh, yeah, it was all good just a week ago
And the jewelry

And then my motherfuckin' niggaz started snitchin'
Uh-huh, uh uh, yo
Beyotch

Growin' up in the hood just my dog and me
We used to hustle in the hood for, all to see
Problems, I called on him, he called on me
We wasn't quite partners, I hit him off my P

Met him unlocked doors, off my keys
Yeah we spoke, much more than cordially
Man he broke bread with me, my business spreads with me
The Feds came to get me, we both fled quickly

Wasn't quick enough to jump over the hedges with me
Got caught, and that's when our relationship strayed
Used to call me from the joint 'til he ran out of change
And when he called collect and I heard his name

I quickly accepted, but when I reached the phone
He's talkin' reckless, I can sense deceit in his tone
I said, "Damn dawg, what, nine weeks and you're home?"
He said, "Main man, you think shit's sweet 'cause you're home"

I just sat, spat no more speech in the phone
The crackers up there bleachin' your dome, you're reachin'
I said, "The world don't stop I've got to keep keep on"
From there I sensed the beef was on

I ran to the spot, store to add some more features to my phone
To see if I had bugs and leeches on my phone
Can't be too safe 'cause niggaz is two-faced
And they show the other side when they catch a new case, it's on

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Like I put the toast to your head and made you sell
We both came in this game, blind as hell
I did a little better, had more clientele
Told you put away some cheddar now you cryin' for bail

Seventeen and I'm holdin' on to around a mill
I could bail out and blow trial and come around on the pill
Had niggaz thinkin' I was from Uptown for real
I had so much hustle plus I was down to ill

Like a Brooklyn nigga, straight out of Brownsville
Down and dirty, down to fight the round thirty
Freezin' on them corners still holdin' my crack
Lookin' up and down the block, the fuck is the dough at?

Came from flat broke to lettin' the dough stack
You tell them feds I said I'm never goin' back
I'm from Marcy, and Marcy don't raise no rats
You know the consequences of your acts, you can't be serious

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked, bitch
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Man shit was all good just a week ago)

The lawyer I retained you said you leakin' some things
All this after a week in the bang
I'm mad at myself 'cause I didn't spot the weak and lame
I woulda bet the house you wouldn't speak a thang

Nigga this was the oath, to the top of broke
Even pricked our finger, anything that got between us
We sposed to cock the ninas, what happened to that?
Instead you copped out to a misdemeanor

Fuck it, the same thing make you laugh make you cry
That's right, the same game that make you mad could make you die
It's a dice game, and sometimes you crap
Who woulda thought you'd get popped one time and rap?

Now you know that's bad when your sister is mad
And your son gotta grow up like, "This is my dad?"
The labeling of a snitch is a lifetime scar
You'll always be in jail nigga, just minus the bars

It was cool when you had hella weed to smoke
And you bought a new home where you could keep the folks
I don't see how this side of you could be provoked
(Uh-huh, uh-huh, it was all good just a week ago)

Funny what, seven days can change
A stand up nigga, now you sit down to aim
Used to have a firm grip now you droppin' names
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(It was all good just a week ago)

Shit is crazy man, all these niggaz out here snitchin'
We was one step away from takin' this crack money
And recyclin' it through the ghettos and buildin' back up our own hoods
Now all you niggaz start snitchin' on each other

I got partners doin' 15-20 wouldn't been doin' shit
If you didn't snitch, beyotch
It's about time y'all check that shit out man
It ain't all good shut your mouth, just watch the game and don't snitch

It sure will do a lot for you, believe that baby
Jay-Z, Short Dawg's in the house main
You know I got it, got it goin' on, we got the money
Ain't got nothin' to do with crime baby but I'm recognizing

You rat bastard

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Beantown - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Beantown
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): Marc Predka, Lawrence Parker, Cale J.J., John Cena, Seamus Ryan

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Lyric:
Big up, Boston

Yeah, whassup, baby?
We gon' do some things right now
Show you how we do 'em in the Bean, y'knahmsayin'?
N.Y. representin', Dirty South representin'
Chi Town, L.A., they all doin' their thing

We got a lil' somethin' bubblin' in Beanpot over here, y'know?
I got my crew right back gon' show you how it's done
Straight up, hittin' one, two, like Manny Ortiz, ya heard?

It's John Cena, baby, an' we heatin' up the Beanpot
Big up, Boston, you know the whole team hot
Yo, we fresh, y'all a little bit stale
An' we 'bout to make it ugly, just like Kevin McHale

Cena takin' over, I'm 'bout to make the scene mine
I got a tea party, baby, meet me on the Green Line
Ain't too many kids that flow better than me
Roll thick like Yaz's sideburns in seventy-three

Like Tom Brady an' the Pats, we rollin' kids
Cross me an' pay a toll like the Tobin Bridge
From the home of the curse, y'all know what I mean
We like the left field wall, we stackin' 'Monster Green'

Knock you out of the park, you land on Yawkey Way
My shit be butter, but around here we say Parkay
I rent my own team, we takin' over the industry
Like the big dick, baby, nobody can finish me

Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
(Yeah, it's a trademark baby, biggin' up Boston, yeah, 617)
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
(978, 781, 508, 1234)

An' I don't mean to brag, but it's in the bag
An' we alone on top, like we goin' stag
It's a dynasty, that's how I see things
In four years we countin' three rings

I'm the M.V.P., baby, gimme that key ring
An' me, Brady an' Branch'll own our sleek thing
Yeah, an' we ain't gon' stop
We at the Eagle flare, cook 'em all as they flop

An' T.O. takin' on the B roll an' that's the past
Beatin' everybody an' the salary cap
What now? You say Titan's your rep
That's like Peyton winnin' big games out on Gillette

We don't forget y'all, we're keepin' it grimy
Had the Steel Curtain lookin' like venetian blinds
Yeah, baby, that's how it go
That's why next year it's lookin' like 3 in a row

Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
(Yeah, uhh)
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
(It's Esoteric, tunin' in, puttin' it down for Boston, Mass)

Yo, I rep the Bean, y'all see the way it be
Home of Source magazine, the Pats an' Edo. G
Steadily poetically, I'm Bill Russell in command
Peace to Dorcester, Roxbury, Mattapan

Pack a man down quick, like Neanderthals
Standin' tall after brawlin', up in Faneuil Hall
As a young buck, Mom said I disobey
All she heard was, ?No, ma,? like fans in Fenway

But they sent him to the dugs, I'm like Manny when he shrugs
An' they bug [Incomprehensible] women wearin' Sevens in the club
A deadly combination, like venom hits your blood
Jason Varitek with the glove, it's all love

I'm like Schindler with the red sock, when I get hot
My aim is dangerous, like the Larry Bird set shot
It's clear now, you livin' in fear now
Big up Boston, the champ is here now

Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity
Big up, Boston, no one shows pity

Big up, Boston
Big up, Boston

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Because Of You - Lyrics - Stay The Same - Joey Mcintyre

Title: Because Of You
Album: Stay The Same
Artist: Joey Mcintyre
Composer(s): L Thomas, R Saadiq, J Mcintyre, D Wahlberg

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Lyric:
I'll never forget what you've done for me
When I think of the past few years
And what I went through
I know I couldn't have done it without you
(Because of you)
I'm a new man, baby, I'm a new man

Because of you
Because of you

Feeling feelings that I never knew
That's because of the fact
That I'm so in love with you
Feels like I'm flyin' but I'm walkin' on the ground
That's because I'm so high
And I'm never comin' down

And to think that just a year ago
I was so strung out and all alone
I never felt so low
Now I got the world in the palm of my hand

And it's all because of you
I turned around my life because of you
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Yeah, [Incomprehensible] to let you know

Never believed in miracles
Till you opened up my eyes
Now I know just how it feels
Ooh, you know you're right on time
I'm so crazy 'bout your love
Yeah, you blow my mind

My life is like a resurrection
Talk about your love
We're talkin' pure perfection
Now I got the world in the palm of my hand

And it's all because of you
I turned around my life because of you
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Because of you

Because of you
I turned around my life because of you
Every little thing you do
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Yeah, [Incomprehensible] to let you know

Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
I turn around my life

Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
I turn around my life because of you

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
Now I know that dreams come true
Because of you

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
Now I know that dreams come true
Because of you

Because of you
I turn around my life because of you
Every little thing you do, every little thing you do
Every little thing you do, every little thing you do
Because of you, yeah

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

Now I know that dreams come true

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Best Of Me (Holla Main Mix) - Lyrics - Mya

Title: Best Of Me (Holla Main Mix)
Artist: Mya
Composer(s): Mya Harrison, T Beal, J Cozier, Phillips M Tifrere, Kaseem Dean

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Lyric:
Uh, huh
I don't wanna get the best of you
Yo, yo

(Put it on me)
I can't let let him go, no
(Na, yeah, I just wanna get what's left of you)
Can't let you get, oh no
(Ha, yo, yo, yo)

He has a little game that he plays
Clever little ways and a hot boy style
Racks up on the dough that he makes
Flash a little cash watch girls wild out

Lately he's been checking for me
Telling me how much he wants to be
Wants to be the one to replace
Replace the man that awaits at home for me

But oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me

Feelings coming on strong
I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me
(Put it on me)
The best of me
(Put it on me)

So busy trying to play with my head
Telling me how he could blow my mind
Something about the things that he said
Made me wanna take it there one time

I should be walking away
'Cause his hands up on my thigh
Should I leave, should I stay?
After all it's just one night

But oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me
(Oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me)
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
(How do you flow)
Then you put it on me
(Out them clothes )

Feelings coming on strong
I know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me
(Put it on me)
The best of me
(Put it on me)

Yo, yo, yo, I got so many bags of money
That they won't fit in the bank
And I'ma do this just like Tony did it to Frank
But I'ma make sure both y'all win
Let him keep the place you move in
And I'ma pay both y'alls rent

So forget about the condo and come to the crib
'Cause the castle over the mountain come with a bridge
You know literally we could go shopping in Italy
Hand on her thigh, she ain't wanna get rid of me
And she don't drink or know how a L look
Chanel look mixed with the Pete Arnell look

You just stay pretty while I'm running the city
When I whip the V you can hold the joint if you with me
Vacation cost a hundred and fifty we living it up
I put it on your ass if you giving it up
And you know I'm not a hater
And if you feel bad then you can call him up later
And tell him you all Jada's

But oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me
(Oh, no)
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
(I can't let you, no)
How you flow out them clothes
(How)
Then you put it on me
You ain't gonna get to me
You can't get the best of me

But oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me
(Baby, [Incomprehensible])
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
(Baby, [Incomprehensible])
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me
([Incomprehensible])

Feelings coming on strong
Know that it's wrong
I can't let you get the best of me

But oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me
Even though deep inside something's dying to see
How you flow out them clothes
Then you put it on me

But oh, no, I can't let you get the best of me
(No, I won't, no, I can't)

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Bounce With Me - Lyrics - Beware Of Dog - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Bounce With Me
Album: Beware Of Dog
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Da Brat Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
See around here
I make things that make y'all bounce
Ya know?
Ya know what I mean?
Left to right, right to left
It's so so def
And uh it's goin' down
Ya know what I mean?
My man bow wow
Bow wow, yeah hear me now
Yeah ya heard?
Let's go, let's go, let's go

Around here we pop them collars
Around here we get them dollars
Every girl I see that look right
A nigga like me just gotta holla
This kid here all about stackin' up
Got big head but we can back it up
Long 'cause everybody get crunk
When we drop in the club starts acting up
I represent the s o s o, d e f m o b
That's me, J D, da brat, and J E
So please believe
What I do ain't never been done
Ohio is where I'm from
I heard what you said
And I saw what you do
And y'all playas really don't want none
From the day to the night, I rock
Say what you like, never not
Stayin' alive, living the life
Gots to keep it hot
Shotgun in the drop
Riding good, twenties, TV's, leather and wood
Poppin', watching big momma
Holdin' it down like a playa should
Sing a long now

All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me

It's the B to the O W
Wow even your girl fall in love
When I smile
The tight little guy you ain't seen in a while
Ignore the hype, just right for you size
I get in where I fit in
Braided up, made the bucks
And I'm still a kid
Imagine what life like when I get big
I'm ma be rich surrounded by chicks
Couple of cars, couple of cribs
Gettin' a couple of mills
Shining every time I feel
You see how so so get ill
You don't want no stuff up in here
Bow to the wow, in your ear now
I get down 'cause I'm hit bound
And I rock an iced out Mickey Mouse around my neck
And I hang on niggas like Vince Carter
With my arm in the net
And I outta snatch up your daughters
But I was brought up with respect
When I turn sixteen I'm ma call her though
And show her how to ride with a baller yo
Let her know why it wouldn't hurt her
To fall in love with a nigga like me along time ago
Sing a long now

All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
All I wanna do is see ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Grab a partner hit the floor
Bounce with me, bounce with me
Some clap, clap others stomp
But around here we get it crunk when ya
Bounce with me, bounce with me

I, I, I wanna see you bounce with me now
Take, take, take it down to the ground with me now
Shake, shake, shake it all around the town with me now
What'cha gon do shorty, what'cha gon do

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Capital P Capital H - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Capital P Capital H
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert Johnson, Kejuan W. Muchita, Clint Richmond, John Whitton

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Lyric:
Yeah, it's The Unit, man
Nobody do it like we do it you nah I'm sayin'?
Straight G's, nigga, G's up, nigga
Infamous Mobb Deep, nigga
Y'all know what time it is, man
We clip up over here, nigga

What's your name fool?
Capital P, Bandana P, V I P, M V P
R S V P or R I P, V S O P, A S A P

P C P, P get piecy with the hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm Heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist, memorize what I say so

When this shit goes down
You won't be surprised how this shit turns out
I'm a gangsta, you try my hand and get cut
And hav by the raft for the A K dunn

I'm a menace, a millionaire, rich and I'm ruthless
You got plans at gettin' at P? Don't do it
I'm a terror, white people call me black hearted nigga
My baby mom's left me

'Cuz she couldn't put up with my foul attitude
I'm so fucked up, and I love it, it got me to where I'm at dunn
If I had it to do over, I wouldn't change a thing
I would still shoot at world and his mom'z for that chain

I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way, what?
I would still get cut and would still catch a fade
By the older thugs around the way

What's your name fool?
Capital P, Bandana P, V I P, M V P
R S V P or R I P, V S O P, A S A P and

H A V, H get piecy with your hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm Heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist memorize what I say

This is '06, '07, '08
You old school, fuck out my face
Who cares if you buyin' the rap
Now, these rich little bastards got it on smash

We a new breed, not from the same game
Cut from the same cloth not from the same vein
If money flyin' out your mouth from talkin'
Then no comprende, your language is foreign

If your body language don't calm down humbly
Homicide homie if you move too suddenly
And don't fidget with your fingers
'Cuz we would take that for a gang sign, nigga

Revenge is food that tastes best served cold
But we like it better when it's fresh off the stove
You could get keep your things, we want your soul
So hot, even Satan gotta go

What's your name fool?
Capital H A V O C, H class diamonds, H S B C
H killin' all these producers with his beats
Back seat of the H 3 you H O E

H A V, H get piecy with your hoes
First they gotta come bless me
I'm Heaven's gift, heavy on the wris'
Heavy on the waist memorize what I say

Yeah, haha
Hollywood hav, nigga, Las Vegas P, nigga, hah
Nyce nigga
Ya' niggaz know what time it is, man

Real G'z over here, nigga, hah
P, what's up, nigga? Give me the word nigga
I ride on these bitch ass industry niggaz all day, nigga
This is what we do, ya' heard?

Ha, ha, yeah man, we stuntin' them Porsches too, nigga
Back to back you bitch ass niggaz, yeah
We got money nigga
Holla at me you bitch ass niggaz
I hate ya' niggaz man, aha

I fuckin' hate y'all, man
Word up, man
But we ridin' out though you know ha I'm sayin'?

M B K style, Mobb Deep Style, nigga
Ya' niggaz know what time it is, nigga?
Ride out, nigga

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Champion Requiem - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Champion Requiem
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Dante T Smith, Charles M Njapa

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Lyric:
Bismillah Ir Rhman Ir Raheem
Peace, peace whats up y'all this is Mos Def
And this is a message to the people
If you see or hear goodness from me
Then that goodness is from The Creator
You should be thankful to The Creator for all of that
'Cause I'm not the architect of that I'm only the, the recipient
If you see weakness or shortcoming in me
It's from my own weakness or shortcoming
And I ask The Creator and the people to forgive me for that
Thank you Brooklyn, Thank you World

Yeah, yeah there it is
Turn my voice up in the top a little bit
Feel good to be back
What's up Ochenta?
Yeah, yeah, ha

It's the Black Dante in your headphones
Speaker box
Freaky radio
Everywhere on the dial
Tell you a little bit about me
For my hometown, break down a little history for you
Myrtle and Broadway, Roosevelt projects, Mossie projects
Listen

I stepped on the field from no league just home team
I Jumped out the stands and I snatched the rock
With the final seconds dwindling on the clock
Mos post up to throw up the tie-breakin' shot

I put it through the net and let the world's jaw drop
Then fled the arena before they called cops
Tell the players and the coach I wasn't tryin' to blow spot
But the way they was ballin' made it difficult to watch

I was taught when there's somethin' you can change around
Keep quiet, you got nothin' to complain about
You got work to do, I don't know if that work for you
But that's how Mos work it through

And my work is personal, I'm a workin' person
I put in work, I work with purpose
I get it there on the water, air, the surface
You feel the impact niggaz yeah it's workin'

Listen God did not make me a fearful person
The only fear I have is my failure to adhere His path
I would love it just to hear this back
On the ghetto streets where y'all at

On the ave's where the Jeep's go past
In the coupes where the seats go back
In the parties where it be so packed
And the atmosphere be so black

And them black things be so phat
If I could I would be so glad
But if not I won't be so mad
I'm still being a man, still feeding my fam

And even if you don't see it my fam
I believe that I am, truly gifted, truly blessed
I'm yours truly, Brooklyn's own, Mos Def

I'm rockin' the hard right, ground zero, to far left
I'm, well balanced with immense talents
Burn the script then flip it to keep myself challenged
And that's the mark of a true champ-ine
That's whether I'm in or outside the ring

No fights, no title, no crown or reign
Feel my presence even when I'm up out this thing
Just trust, that's what I'm about to be
But until then settle in and rock with me

Ha, that's what it's about to be
Ghetto people look alive with me
And say, we 'gon, stop by
Then we just keep movin' on

Ghetto people, look alive and
Feel free, we just keep movin' on
For Alliah, Left Eye, Jam Master Jay
All the great hero's who have passed away

Scott Laraque, Big and Pac, Feaky Tai, Big L
All the soldiers locked down in the cell
Lock up the flesh, but the spirit will prevail
To our loved ones, and deceased

Dyin' in the street, or quiet in their sleep
(B.I.G.)
Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory
(Sans Marie)
Rest in peace, your livin' in the mansions of our memory
That's real

'Cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end
Because it must and when it does
I hope that y'all remember me
With true respect and ghetto love

Now raise it up 'cause everythin' in life gon' come to an end
Because it must, and when it does, I hope that y'all remember me
Black Dante, from Myrtle and Broadway, yeah, yeah y'all
Let me hear it back

Freaky radio
Ha
Freaky radio
Everywhere on the dial

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Club Hoppin` - Lyrics - Jamelia

Title: Club Hoppin`
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Jamelia Niela Davis, Philip Dencker, Jens Lomholt, Alistair Tennant

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Lyric:
Yeah, you know what it is, Bubba Sparx, Jamelia
Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs
Get your head together, it's on bitch, it's on bitch
All day long, twice on Sundays

It is Bub, in this club
Jumpin' in a frenzy, ain't a lot that offends me
Guzzle to the sip, didn't break the bottle
Things changed girl, I'm now dating models

What can I say, she wanna play
In her European suede, got them blown away
From England all the way on up to Copenhagen
I'm with Jamelia, you know we misbehavin'

Me and my crew, step in the queue
Hot shoes, short dress, time to impress
Over to the bar, get a Vodka
Get it free 'cos I'm a superstar
If you don't know what I'm here for
Yo let me hit the dance floor

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin'
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what?
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'

Next joint blazin', fellas amazin'
Got me open, I feel like I'm smokin'
Came to break it off temptation
Wanna take it off bolt and lock the door
Nobody goin' home
Now get up on the dancefloor

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin', ah
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin', whoa, yeah
Got to get this party rockin', what?
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'

If there's someone here who don't be feelin' on this joint
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know
If there's someone here who don't be feelin' on this joint
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know

I know, two burnin' hands, one in Alabama
One out there in England where it's crunk this evening
One the other side of that great big pond
You really think a Georgia boy can't get fun

Love the way this beautiful catty shootin' it at me
Yeah, baby girl, long as you groovin' I'm happy
It's Bubba Sparx and capital triple X's
Do your thing Jamelia, I'm really feelin' ya

Attention people, clear the floor
Me and my girls just entered the door
Got champagne flowin' like H20 and I love the country bar
I'm free for all take ya hand out your pocket
Don't worry 'bout expenses tonight, J's got it
The place to be is anywhere you see me
Look at the time, oh shit

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin'
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin'
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what?
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin'

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Country Boy Can Survive - Lyrics - Kid Rock

Title: Country Boy Can Survive
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Hank Jr. Williams

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Lyric:
The preacher man says, it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's goin' dry
The interest is up and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
My woman, my kids and my dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a 4 wheel drive
A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive

See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine

A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam"
If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn

I had a good friend in N.Y. City
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me, Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beach nut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin' 45

A country boy can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam"
If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn

Were from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well I can skin a buck and run a trout line
A country boy can survive
Well, a country boy can survive
Survive

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Crazy 'Cause I Believe - Lyrics - Len

Title: Crazy 'Cause I Believe
Artist: Len
Composer(s): F Werner, Marc Costanzo, D Wilson

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Lyric:
Ya know what?
Sometimes you just get so damn tired
And things really ain't that cool
But it's normal, man

You can't let it slow up your pattern
Some days the pressure can really be on you
And you might not know what to do about it
You might get a little claustrophobic

Problems closin' in on ya
But you just gotta relax, man
Plan your attack, man
I mean, we all got struggles, you can't win 'em all
'Cause life's hard as granite for some of us

But you just gotta let it ride, man and ride with it
'Cause some things only happen if you let it
If you lose your head too fast, you might live to regret it

So listen, man, listen, when you feel so way out
And you feel like there's no way out
You just gotta open your eyes, man and rise

Sometimes you need to just give thanks when you're walkin' slanted
Ya can't take your blessings for granted
So keep a good focus, stay cool, stay true
And just let the sun shine right on through

So let the sun shine through
Woah, wake the eyes, the eyes that see
So let the sun shine through
Woah, wake the eyes, the eyes that see

So let the sun shine through
Woah, wake the eyes, the eyes that see
So let the sun shine through
Woah, wake the eyes, the eyes that see

So let the sun shine through
Woah, wake the eyes, the eyes that see
So let the sun shine through
Woah, wake the eyes, the eyes that see
...

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A Countryboy Can Survive - Lyrics - That's How They Do It In Dixie - The Essential Collection - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: A Countryboy Can Survive
Album: That's How They Do It In Dixie - The Essential Collection
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Hank Jr. Williams

Lyric:
The preacher man says it's the end of time
And the Mississippi River, she's a going dry
The interest is up and the stock markets down
And you only get mugged if you go downtown

I live back in the woods, you see
My woman and the kids and the dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a four wheel drive
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

I can plow a field all day long, I can catch catfish from dusk 'til dawn
Make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these boys can't do
We grow good old tomatoes and homemade wine
And countryboy can survive, country folk can survive

Because you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run
'Cause we're them ol' boys raised on shotguns
We say grace and we say ma'am
And if you ain't into that, we don't give a damn

We came from the West Virginia coal mines
And the Rocky Mountains and the Western skies
And we can skin a buck, we can run a trout line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

I had a good friend in New York City
He never called me by my name just hillbilly
My Grandpa taught me how to live off the land
And his taught him to be a business man

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway Nights
And I would send him some homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For forty three dollars, my friend lost his life

I'd love to spit some beechnut in that dudes eyes
And shoot him with my ol' forty-five
'Cause a countryboy can survive
Country folks can survive

'Cause you can't stomp us out and you can't make us run
And we're them ol' boys raised on shotgun
We say grace, we say ma'am
If you ain't into that, we don't give a damn

We're from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
We can skin a buck and run a trout line
And a countryboy can survive, country folks can survive
Countryboy can survive, country folks can survive

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Different For Girls - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Different For Girls
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): Joe Jackson

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Lyric:
What the hell is wrong with you tonight?
I can't seem to say or do the right thing
Wanted to be sure you're feeling right
Wanted to be sure we want the same thing

She said, I can't believe it
You can't, possibly mean it
Don't we, all want the same thing
Don't we
Well, who said anything about love?

No, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
(Don't give me love)
No, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
You're all the same

Mama always told me save yourself
Take a little time and find the right girl
Then again don't end up on the shelf
Logical advice gets you in a whirl

I know, a lot of things that you don't
You wanna hear some?
She said, just give me something
Anything
Well give me all you got but not love

No, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
(Don't give me love)
No, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same

Who said anything about love?

No, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
(Don't give me love)
No, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
(Don't give me love)
No, no, no, no, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
(Don't give me love)
No, no, no, no, no, not love she said
Don't you know that it's different for girls?
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same
You're all the same

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As The World Turns - Lyrics - Slim Shady LP - Eminem

Title: As The World Turns
Album: Slim Shady LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers, Jeff Bass

Lyric:
(I don't know why this)
Yes man, as the world turns
(World keeps turning round and round)
We all experience things in life
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Trials and tribulations
(I don't know why this)
That we all must go through
(World keeps turning round and round)
When someone wants to test us
When someone tries our patience
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)

I hang with a bunch of hippies
And wacky tobacco planters
Who swallow lit roaches
And light up like Jack-o-lanterns
Outsiders baby, and we suing the courts
'Cuz we're dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source, yo
They never should've booted me out of reform school

Deformed fool, takin' the shit, now warn bulls
They threw me out the Ramada Inn
I said it wasn't me, I got a twin
Oh my god it's you! Not again
It all started when my mother took my bike away
'Cuz I murdered my guinea pig
And stuck him in the microwave
After that, it was straight to the 40 ouncers
Slappin' teachers, and jackin' off in front of my counselors

Class clown freshman, dressed like Les Nessman
Fuck the next lesson, I'll past the test guessin'
And all the other kids said Eminem's a dishead
He'll never last, the only class he'll pass is Phys Ed
May be true, till I told this bitch in gym class
That she was too fat to swim laps, she needed slim fast
(Who me?)
Yeah bitch you so big you walked into big tanny's
And stepped on Jenny Craig

She picked me up to snap me like a skinny twig
Put me in the headlock, then I thought of my guinea pig
I felt the evilness and started transformin'
It began storming, I heard a bunch of cheering fans swarming
Grabbed that bitch by her hair, drug her across the ground
And took her up to the highest diving board and tossed her down
Sorry coach, it's too late to tell me stop
While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop

(I don't know why this)
As the world turns
(World keeps turning round and round)
These are the days of our lives
These are the things
That we must go through
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Day by day

We drive around in million dollar sports cars
While little kids hide this tape
From their parents like bad report cards
Outsiders, and we suing the courts
'Cuz we dope as fuck and only get a 2 in the source
Hypercondriac, hanging out at the laundromat
Where all the raunchy fat white trashy blondes be at
Dressed like a sailor, standin' by a pale of garbage

It's almost dark and I'm still tryin' to nail a trailer park bitch
I met a slut and said "What up, its nice to meet ya
I'd like to treat ya to a Bagel and a slice of pizza
But I'm broke as fuck
And I don't get paid till the first of next month
But if you care to join me, I was bout to roll this next blunt
But I ain't got no weed, no Phillies, or no papers
Plus I'm a rapist and a repeated prison escapist

So gimme all your money and don't try nothin' funny
'Cuz you know your stinkin' ass is too fat to try to outrun me"
I went to grab my gun, thats when her ass put it on me
Wit an uppercut and hit me with a basket of laundry
I fell through the glass doors, started causin' a scene
Then slid across the floor and flew right into a washin' machine
Jumped up with a broken back
Thank god I was smokin' crack all day

And doped up off coke and smack
All I wanted to do was rape the bitch and snatch her purse
Now I wanna kill her but so I gotta catch her first
Ran threw alleys, parkin' lots, and took a shortcut
Saw the house she ran up in and shot her fuckin' porch up
Kicked the door down to murder this divorced slut
Looked around the room thats when I seen the bedroom door shut
I know you're in there bitch! I got my gun cocked

You might as well come out now
She said "Come in, its unlocked!"
I walked in and all I smelled was Liz Claiborne
And seen her spread across the bed naked watchin' gay porn
She said "Come her big boy, lets get acquainted"
I turned around to run, twisted my ankle and sprained it
She came at me at full speed, nothin' could stop her
I shot her five times and every bullet bounced off her

I started to beg, "No, please let go"
But she swallowed my fuckin' leg whole like an egg roll
With one leg left, now I'm hoppin' around crippled
I grabbed my pocket knife and sliced off her right nipple
Just trying to buy me some time, then I remembered this magic trick
Den den den den den den, go go gadget dick
Whipped that shit out, and ain't no doubt about it
It hit the ground and caused an earthquake and power outage
I shouted "Now bitch, lets see who gets the best!"
Stuffed that shit in crooked and fucked that fat slut to death

{Come here bitch
Come here
Take this motherfuckin' dick
Bitch, come here}

(I don't know why this)
And as we go along
Throughout the days of our lives
(World keeps turning round and round)
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
We all face small obstacles
(I don't know why this)
And challenges everyday
That we must go through
(World keeps turning round and round)

These are the things that surround us
Through our atmosphere
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)
Every day
(I don't know why this)
Every single day the world keeps turning
Keeps turning
Keeps turning
(World keeps turning round and round)
(But I wish it would stop and let me off right now)

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Everyday All Day - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature - Naughty By Nature

Title: Everyday All Day
Album: Naughty By Nature
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Marshall Jones, Allen Webster Gregory, Leroy Bonner, Anthony Criss, Walter Morrison, Andrew Noland, Vinnie Brown, Ralph Middlebrooks

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Lyric:
This is somethin' that I call the flow
Not many if any 'cept for Vinnie can say they know
In fact detracting that is something that I rarely show
Because my tongue is actually fast but then again it's slow
See yo, you say cheeka boo
(Throw it bro)
A name pertained for niggas who, who
Who hear that name and place a trigger to the figure who
It blew through and if ya try ta rip, I throw a bigger blue shoe to you
And if you take the shoe, a nigga actor will do, ooh

Dressed to the best to impress but after they try to diss it
Well guess a nigga, I'll take a pistol
See who wants to be naughty or nicest
Like ice is I'm priceless, plug the mic to it
Come with the D with the I with the S to the S's, see whose hype is
Test the test the Treach to Treach address, the address
How I'll bless and blow any conflicts
Why to try to chrome, my style is just nonsense
M-my ni-ni-nigga m-m-mackin' so you get out of it

Any and all should fall, many are small should call
Naughty by Nature the creator of all y'all
Show hope, show no hope and can't cope, so no way
This is how we play everyday all day

Yo yo hey yo
Havin' a round of cadavva, gather matters is drastically
Never say never whenever whether we come on after thee
Hand to Gee the producer, me is loose off the claps ya see
That keeps you boogie 'n happily
Voice ya opinion, it's the rhythm I'm lendin'
The message I'm sendin' from London to Linley
Girls are given a chance to get ya all pampered
Leave them ol' cramps in your pants then I belly dance her

God is good and if you would, you should just
Play to the way I see 'em, play all day is what He'll bless
I'm leavin' 'em evil and seein' 'em bein' a torture with dull props
I won't give up 'til you had 'nough of these call shots
Now let the hard floor break your fall darlin'
'Cos on the shrift and Naughty Nature ain't waltzin'
When we dance we come full-thrust, the bum rush
Knockin' and poppin' and poppin' and sockin'
And rockin' dawn 'til dusk

I ain't the type to get suit-to-sike
I feel I'm better than ever before but as a rapper I'm just alright
Showin' time is for clocks, knockin' poppas
Pop pop you try to shine I make your heart work proper
And that's comin' from the drifter and if ya
R U N ya L I P, you will B E G O N E
So let the guests gettin' pass-ons, be bygones
Nevertheless is definitely hit and hits are what we strive on
We feel this way every single day all day
So make way

Wuz up to all you MC cub scouts, grub scouts gettin' rubbed out
I'll bet'cha kept ya album froze 'til this came out
Hittin' ideas to use, a half of us snit or two
Snatchin' and maxin' a rap that I'm castin', how dare you?
How the hell can you yell what someone else said?
I must get on what I loan, what I own on my forehead, huh
But I doubt that, and now you wanna back out
Your career had more ins and outs than a crack house

I'm mackin' 'n' rackin' 'n' cappin' the acts and I wax em wit-wit a smack
This scam he owes must judge me rough with a whiffle bat
And that's simply elementary Watson
So pack ya track and do 5 flat in your Datsun
Now let my canine backtrack the copy-cat
Your night life is up, so what you had, you gotta sound track
What's all with seven thousand other rappers, groupie
The cut ya made for that movie ain't soothed me

Who said that Treach can't work when he don't curse?
Some nasty ass me, Naughty, and nappy but happy
I'm all that and never go out the small way
You need a lift, we go this way everyday all day

Your little tape got more blank spots than a tank-top, think, stop
You oughta store it all, fast forward 'fore I ring props
You sorry sight, you're a immature rhyme ho
Come rock a lil' somethin', now we're all outta time so
From Chill town JC to Brooklyn with A D
I'm rippin' things daily, no if, ands or maybes
At the F L and the A V, the O U R B A B E
Kris, the Jungle Brothers, Tribe Called Quest, yeah they be

Down with Sha-k-a-m, pimp or, man, they swiftin'
Then the ruler Lord Ramsey, he comes handy on the roll again
Marked the 45, kids kneels feels the reals
With the real chill, not the run of the mill deals
Get poopoo dooie, producer Louie Louie
Throwin' best tracks to me to me
So that sometimes they do me
I can't forget the day live, the solo need a tongue patrol
A strong what up to the brothers from the Natcheo

We got the gatch to ya batch to rock and lock him
But now it's [Incomprehensible] I don't even try to outrun them
The stable now cocky, Lord Ali Raski and trueology
The sharper day with double jade is the props see
We also got the speaker Latifah, the Queen of the flavor
And nuthin' weaker behind is watchin', kick her
The Digital Under-the-Underground, rocks with Shock and 2PAC
With Money B, Humpty and Jimmy, the master of the charts

And on the tipple several brothers, we muskets
It's Tahid, Akeem, Cracker C and Cee Justice
Plus is the voice behind the Flavor Unit, all time, all early
It's that girlie, head of the headquarters Shirley
And what poop last but not least, Camille
I feel you learned the way we come this deep everyday all day

Y'knowhatI'msayin? We got the newest member of the Flavor Unit
Def Jef in effect, we got the producer of this track KayGee
We got my girl Nikki-D in the house
My man engineer all-star Dave
My man on the sax Andy
We got another engineer Andy and assistant Todd
We got Anj-Du, G-Quick

We got the whole entire 18th Street Posse, Rachim, Mook Daddy
Skee Steve, Hammer, Howie Cru-Ru, M-Dee, Tak Diesel, Na-Na
We got my girl Aphrodite and her posse in the house
Cherokee, [Incomprehensible] and Lisa
And we outta here like last year
'Cos we come this deep everyday all day
Peace

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