1218 - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: 1218
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Craig Stevens

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Lyric:
1218
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)

Tighter than some 1218's, two sizes small
(1218)
1218, 1218, look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's, two sizes small
(1218)

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

Hey, check this out homeboy, I'm back up on the front line
It took some time but shit didn't have to cut lines
Hey, fuck your rhymes if you ever said fuck mine
I'm just playin', we should work on somethin' some time

I don't think so, you burned your bridges here
Rob don't show no love, love ain't fuckin' livin' here
1218, 1218, what's that mean?
Hit the scene, crisp and clean

Clear it all up like antihistamines
I spit so sick it's fuckin' sickening
I spit so sick I think I might need Listerine
Fuck it up whether you like it not

Chances are you're gonna like it a lot, how could you not?
I kid you not, I hit the spot, like I hit the weed
Like a fiend hits the crystal rock
I keep it old school like lockin' and poppin'
Till the day, I'm dropped in a coffin

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

Ese Lil Rob's back so you best back the fuck up
Quit your bluffin', poutin', huffin' and puffin'
I come in and keep it all the way live
I'm the vato with the CD that looks like a 45

People mistake me for a criminal
I'm into music though homeboy and I keep it so original
There is no equal, you can't find it
You can add it, divide it, subtract it or multiply it

I'm like a drug you get addicted when you try it
Can't fight the feeling, don't even try to fight it
If you don't like me
It's best to keep it quiet

I can't wait until we wake up the sleeping giant
(Shh)
I stay silent and I don't really like to get violent
So you can tell the real from the fake
I'm real LR the great, 1218

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella, mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's two sizes small

(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Look, lookin' hella mean in my 1218's
(Lookin' hella mean in my 1218's)
Tighter than some 1218's two sizes small

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
Or think that I'ma quit after all that it costed

There ain't no stoppin', I'm droppin' the bomb shit
The way that you need, the way that you want shit
You must be on shit if you thought that I lost it
LR the great, 1218

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17 - Lyrics - Mandy Moore - Mandy Moore

Title: 17
Album: Mandy Moore
Artist: Mandy Moore
Composer(s): Shelly Peiken, Todd Chapman

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Lyric:
Some people tell me, that you're not my kind
And I believe them, but I can't get you off my mind
Some people tell me that I should stay away
Maybe I will, some other day

'Cause it feels right, you know it feels good
And I don't know what to do what I should
And I know what makes me happy
And in my heart you are it exactly

I don't wanna do it, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, save my best behavior
For a little later, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Think I made my mind up, I got time to grow up
Face responsibility, livin' in the moment,
Keepin' my heart open, while I'm only seventeen

I'll learn my lessons, and I'll make mistakes
And if I get burned, it'll be my heart to break
It isn't easy, hearing what they say
Sometimes you've got to take a leap of faith

'Cause it feels right, yeah it feels good
And I'm not gonna do something stupid
Just this once I wanna feel like
I can do what I want when I hold tight

I don't wanna do it, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, save my best behavior
For a little later, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Think I made my mind up, I got time to grow up
Face responsibility, livin' in the moment,
Keepin' my heart open, while I'm only seventeen

Yea

Anyone, who's ever been in love
Has got to know, what it means to have a dream
And no one can say anything
To change my mind, no, not this time

Feels good
I should
Makes me happy
And you are it exactly

I don't wanna do right, I just want you tonight
Not just only in my dreams, 'cause I'm only seventeen
Time to grow up, face responsibility
Keepin' my heart open
Seventeen

I just want you do right
Only in my dreams
Only seventeen only seventeen only seventeen
Yea

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1 In The Morning - Lyrics - The DEFinition - Ll Cool J

Title: 1 In The Morning
Album: The DEFinition
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Damon Blackman, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
It's one in the mornin'
You know what time it is
It's one in the mornin'
It's one in the mornin'
You gonna have come out your clothes on this one

Yeah I'm still at it, the microphone addict
You get your dome splattered, cause homie will not have it
Your ashes get scattered across the Atlantic
For actin' like you a teenage chick with her bra padded
You might laugh at it, but if you do the knowledge
It's really a tad tragic how they runnin' through they cabbage
You know my track record, L battle like a savage
I think and grow rich, that gives me the advantage
Uncle L L, I got product for sale
So I can bail Al Sharpton out of jail
Somebody gotta do it, somebody in the black community
Gotta get this money while y'all march for unity
So march on, I'ma get my Bentley park on
Then get my dogs a platform to bark on
The realest brother, you Nicole Kidman, one of the others
Children shiverin' under the covers
The man in black, the tilted fedora hat
I'm bringin' it raw, you never want your money back
I'm focused baby, livin' like a quarterback
Playin' in the wishbone, L keep options black
Systematically, burn you like calories
Watch your mouth, go earn your lil' salary
I'm a classic like Nike Airs and wallabies
You could catch it like the flu, homie follow me

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

That's right sleeping beauty, wake up see the light
That Tylenol P M got you caught for your B M
Everybody can see, I'm the king of rippin' coliseums
C'mon, use a male groupie beggin' for per diem
A fruitcake laid out in the mausoleum
I'm the richest man in Babylon, nobody could see him
Money's my slave, it do what I say
It cry for me, like Denzel in glory
But I broke the cycle, no more poverty
I wonder if you hatin' on the low, probably
But cats know I'm real, I keep 'em on they heels
Damn, look at my body, could have been a navy seal
But you lack the discipline to do what I do
Reinvention, I'm in the eleventh dimension
I'm a value stock pop, get it while it's hot
'Cause once I blow, I'ma split and that's it

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
Aiyyo E's, it's one o'clock
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
Time to get one and bounce baby
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's time to get one and bounce, you know what time it is?
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

Your honor, last week he punched me in my face
I want twenty million, you know he liftin' weights
Last week, me and the President was takin' flicks
Last week, my video dropped and you was sick
Last week, I copped my lil' shorty some kicks
That cost twenty nine hundred, homie you don't want it
My ears stay flooded like your man stay blunted
My American Express is black, I'm at the summit
The Benjamin Grier of Def Jam, y'all know
My portfolio was sicker than polio
For real God is good, he took me out the hood
Got me livin' in a mansion like a big boy should
And I never do cribs, I ain't gonna have y'all fruitcakes
Knowin' how I live, bed extra big
You sit around, run your mouth, potbelly on the couch
Claimin' you hot but honey what you wove out
When she alone, pump l, I make her bounce
You on the corner riskin' your life to sell a ounce
Wish you was Pablo, lay in the carbo
With a chick named Margo who flew from Chicago
But no, in real life cats catch it
It's not what you expected huh? Life kinda hectic huh?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
It's one in the mornin', who wanna go?

It's one in the mornin', flash the dough
It's one in the mornin', crack the mo'
It's the definition
It's one in the mornin', get on the flo'
Definition
It's one in the mornin', go
Definition potna, eleven in a row

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24 Hours To Live - Lyrics - Mase

Title: 24 Hours To Live
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): David Styles, Casey James, Rob Ross, Nashiem Myrick, Earl Simmons, Mason Mase Betha, Sean Puffy Combs, Deric Angelettie, Jason Phillips, Leroy Bell, Carlos Broady, Sean Jacobs

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Lyric:
I want you to ask yourself one question
If you had 24 hrs. to live, what would you do?
That's some deep shit right there, a lot of pressure
How would you handle it?
Mase, what would you do?

Yo, I'd turn out all the hoes that's heterosexual
Smack conceited niggas right off the pedestal
I'd even look for my dad that I never knew
And show him how I look in my Beretta, too

I'd do good shit like take kids from the ghetto
Show them what they could have if they never settle
Take every white kid from high class level
Show 'em what Christmas like growin' up in the ghetto

Teach niggas how to spend, stack the rest
Give blunts to the niggas under massive stress
Give every bum on the street cash to invest
And hope Harlem will blow up be my last request

Yo, yo, if I had 24 hrs. to kick the bucket, fuck it
I'd probably eat some fried chicken and drink a Nantucket
Then go get a jar from Branson
And make sure I leave my mother the money to take care of grandson

Load the three power, hop in the Eddie Bauer
And go give all six to that papi that sold me flour
Get a fresh baldy, make a few calls
Shop at the mall, shoot a lil' ball

Have all of my bitches on one telly at the same time
Spread it out on different floors
And I'm gon' play Lotto, for what?
Even though I ain't gon' be here tomorrow, so what?

You know when I was close to the ledge
I'd probably be in the wedge
With this bare Spanish mami playin' 'tween my legs
Then I'm off to get choke and smoke one a them dreads
And get that bitch from '89 that gave us up to the feds

Thought of momma, wrote her a note, we ain't close
I hate her boyfriend, so, I put one in his throat
Fuck around and sniff an ounce of raw, bust the four
Fours, pull out my dick and take a piss on the floor

Jump in the whip, git them cats I wanted to git
Since the Tavern on the Green robbery in eighty-six
Went home, took a shower in nice cold water
And spent my last hrs. wit my son and my daughter

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

What? Hey, yo, if I had 24, nigga gotta get the raw
Run all them papi's spot, put one in his head at the door
For the times that I paid for twenty an' he gave me twelve
The other eight had to be baking soda by itself

So Papi, fuck you, you dead now, I'm off to the bank
With those bricks in a book bag and a stolen Jag I just grabbed
Went in there grabbed the bank teller wit the pretty face
Fuck her in the safe and have her take me to my place

We'll make a kid but that's selfish and that'll be bad
For my son to have the same shit, his pops just had
And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT
Run up in city hall and take the judges wit me

If I had 24 hrs. to live, I'd probably die on the fifth
Run in the station squeezin the inf'
I'll be waitin' to get to hell and bust down Satan
Styles' on this shit and I got spot vacant

Back to the twenty four, I make it out the precinct
Shootin' niggas that I hate in they face while they eatin'
I'm on the job robbin' every so called Don
Give the money to my moms and tell her that I'm gone

I would school my little brother that niggas mean him harm
He should learn to tell the future without readin' palms
When they come in with the bullets, you prepared with the bomb
So fuck bein' violent, get stocks and bonds

Twenty four left until my death
So, I'm gon' waste alot of lives but I'll cherish every breath
I know exactly where I'm goin' but I'ma send you there first
And with the shit that I'll be doin', I'ma send you there worse

I've been livin' with a curse and now it's all about to end
But before I go, say hello to my little friend
But I gots to make it right, reconcile with my mother
Try to explain to my son, tell my girl I love her

C-4 up under the coat, snatch up my dog
Turn like three buildings on Wall Street into a fog
Out with a bang, you will remember my name
I wanted to live forever but this wasn't fame

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go? What would you do?
Who would you screw? And who would you wanna notify?
Or would yo' ass deny that yo' ass about to die?

If you had 24 hrs. to live, just think
Where would you go?

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4 Camels - Lyrics - Early Recordings - Joan Osborne

Title: 4 Camels
Album: Early Recordings
Artist: Joan Osborne
Composer(s): Joan Osborne

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Lyric:
August in the city 90 degrees
The streets are full of arms and legs
The audience is hangin' on the corner
Just waitin' for some bones to beg

The sniper and the moving target
I can't talk talk until my face turn blue
Hey girl, you, girl put that right here
This what I'll do to you

I live, I live, I live on this street, oh yeah
I live, I live, I live on this street

The dogs are speakin' the men are howlin'
When we take our parts out for a walk
I could say, I should say, I would say
Does your mama know about the way you talk

Somewhere in Egypt I'm worth 4 camels
A strong healthy girl like me
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free

I live, I live, I live, I live on this street
Oh I, I live on this street, yeah

[Incomprehensible]
All that he can't see, baby
Let us, let you stay girl
[Incomprehensible]

Ruler of the pavement
He owns all that he can see
On 42nd Street it's a quarter to look
But the women outside are free

I live
I live, I live, I live on this street
[Incomprehensible]
I live on this street, oh no, I livin'
I live on this street
[Incomprehensible]
I live, I live, I live on this street

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5 Boroughs - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: 5 Boroughs
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Ryan Corwin, William Broady, Cameron Giles, Jeremy A Graham, Lawrence Krsone Parker, Joseph Ward Simmons, Albert Johnson, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, Kenyatta S Blake, Walter Reed

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Lyric:
KRS-One representing Ma 6T va Crack er, Cercle Rouge KRS-One
Droppin' on 'em like this, pick it up, pick it up
You know what time it is when KRS-One comes through
Representing all true hip hop culture, you know how we do

How can they throw you in prison now for long years
If in reality the black man doesn't belong here?
Have you forgotten how we got to this place?
Why then are all the jails predominantly the black race?

If you don't teach me my culture, I don't know who I am
I don't know the difference between my enemy and my friend
So I'm robbin' and killin' I got nothing to live for
You turn my father into a boy, my mother into a whore

Now I'm hardcore on the Ave
Watching while people that got me to walk fast
After beatin' us, rapin' us and robbin' us
400 years of that's what's inside of us

Take a look at me now I'm really your creation
A technological anti-human mutation
A mutation of a better way of life
You first pulled the knife
But to heal it will take my whole life

I fought no force on this level
I listen to bass and treble
Thinking that the white man is the devil
'Cause who could be so cruel like this?
So heartless, so senseless?

But I'm taught by the devil
To grow up and be a devil
To do the same devilish things on another level
However when I act out the mission
You turn around and throw me in prison
You a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

You can kill a man by taking him out of his land
And putting him in a land he really doesn't understand
Then teach him to respect Greek mythology like
Pythagoras, Ptolemies, Socrates, these people are thieves
They stole us astronomy, mathematics, all tactics of biology

Even the concept of democracy stolen from the King Akhanoton
Put down the book, use your brain
If you don't know who you are you are clinically insane

The board of education can't see that
Well it deserves to get beaten and robbed by black
Give me my frame of mind back, give me my culture
But you don't understand that 'cause you a sucker

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

I see Beauval in the house, Collinet in the house
Sarcelles in the house, Cercle Rouge in the house
KRS-One rocks the mike without a doubt
Turning parties out, you know what I am about

'Cause we will be here forever I told you
Soldier floods your mind like Noah
As you get older you've got to pay attention
At how you livin' hardcore

You ain't a kid anymore grow up
To blow up the spot you're at
Learn the skill and go to the top of that
Cercle Rouge definitely rockin' in rap
KRS-One I got your back

If you come from France
And you like the break dance, say, oh oh
(Oh oh)
And If you come from New York
And you like the way I talk, say, yeah
(Yeah)

KRS-One with the freestyle rhyme
Representing Cercle Rouge in France, all the graffiti artists
We like to break dance to the MC, yes, you know that's me
KRS-One down with the BDP

From way back you know we take it like that
Kenny P and Zizwe, Will-Dee, gods of rap
We do it like this, do it like that

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

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

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

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Chance - Lyrics - I Will Stand - Kenny Chesney

Title: A Chance
Album: I Will Stand
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Royce Porter

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Lyric:
Girl, don't you know it's all I can do
To keep my hands off of you
Anytime you're around

An' when the stars come out at night
I dream of holdin' you tight
Every time I lay down

It feels so good to me to have you this bad
The only other thing I wish I had was

A chance, a chance
To tell you how I feel about you
How it feels to live without a chance

A chance
To tell you I'll love you forever
Knowin' that I'll never have a chance

Sometimes reality hurts
And you wonder if life's worth
Livin' at all

Knowin' no matter how much you care
You'll never have a prayer
Of havin' what you want

At least I've been close enough I could taste
Beauty at it's best but never a trace of

A chance, a chance
To tell you, how I feel about you
How it feels to live without a chance

A chance
To tell you, I'll love you forever
Knowin' that I'll never have a chance

A chance, a chance
To tell you, I'll love you forever
Knowin' that I'll never have the chance

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A Coral Room - Lyrics - Aerial - Kate Bush

Title: A Coral Room
Album: Aerial
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
There's a city draped in net, fisherman net
And in the half light, in the half light
It looks like every tower is covered in webs
Moving and glistenin' and rockin' it's babies in rhythm
As the spider of time is climbin' over the ruins

There were hundreds of people livin' here
Sails at the windows and the planes came crashin' down
And many a pilot drowned and the speed boats flyin' above
Put your hand over the side of the boat and what do you feel?

My mother and her little brown jug, it held her milk
And now it holds our memories, I can hear her singin'
?Little brown jug, don't I love thee, little brown jug don't I love thee
Ho ho ho, hee hee hee, little brown jug, don't I love thee
Little brown jug, don't I love thee"

I hear her laughin', she is standin' in the kitchen
As we come in the back door, see it fall, see it fall
Oh, little spider climbin' out of a broken jug

And the pieces will lay there a while in a house draped in net
In a room filled with coral, sails at the window, forests of masts
Put your hand over the side of the boat, put your hand
Over the side of the boat and what do you feel?

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

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

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Lyric:
Foxy Brown
What? Jay-Z, what

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A Little Bit - Lyrics - Half the Perfect World - Madeleine Peyroux

Title: A Little Bit
Album: Half the Perfect World
Artist: Madeleine Peyroux
Composer(s): Larry Klein, Madeline Peyroux, Jesse Harris, Madeleine E Peyroux

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Lyric:
You got a lot of tenderness
And so much love, you can get no rest
If you?re willing
To waste a little time

I don?t want all of it
All I need is a little bit

You got a lot of money saved
No use takin' it all to your grave
Ain?t worth nothin'
If you ain?t feelin? fine

I don?t want all of it
All I need is a little bit

You know daddy gave you everything
On a silver platter
But the one thing he never gave you
Was the one thing that really matters

So if you feel unsatisfied
Somethin' missin' deep down inside
You had so many lovers
But you never really tried

I don?t want all of it
All I need is a little bit

I'm tellin' you now it's gettin' dark
It?s gettin' late
Now that we all need someone
To sit down and set us free

You got gold to give and time to pray
You think livin' right is livin' your way
But there?s heaven down here, baby
We can find it if we try

I don?t want all of it
All I need is a little bit
I don?t want all of it
All I need is a little bit

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American Bad Ass - Lyrics - The History Of Rock - Kid Rock

Title: American Bad Ass
Album: The History Of Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game and as they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
And if I come off soft then chew on this, are you scared?

Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows

The chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that

I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes
I went platinum, seven times
And still they ill, they wanna see us fry
I guess because only God knows why, why why why

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, fuck y'all

I like AC-DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, The Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones

Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass

But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say, hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, uh, uh, uh, gat

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with
Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker

I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place

Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air

Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big, fuck you

Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits, I know it stinks in here
'Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey

I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey hey
From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit City back on the map and singin
Hey hey hey hey, Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at

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

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

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

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

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

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

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

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

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

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

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

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

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

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

Everything is wrong
Everything is wrong

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Another Night In Tunisia - Lyrics - Manhattan Transfer

Title: Another Night In Tunisia
Artist: Manhattan Transfer
Composer(s): Frank Paparelli, John Gillespie, Jon Hendricks

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Lyric:
Livin' in the middle 'n relaxin' while y' loosen only a little
Means y'gotta figure out a way y'oughtta' go
'N steady movin' on ahead're anywhere y'kharma led'n
With a fascinatin' desert f'y'bed

How very inviting
Such a lush, poetic sight full o'lots o'lovely desert
And a rare, exotic mystery at night
How y'gonna beat it f'r a magic delight

Thrill to the chant of the Muezzin
Callin' all t'pray aroun' the closin' o'the day
Becomes a regular occurrence

Git offa' the camel's back
Put you a tent up, lay you a mat down
Ready t'dream o'what'cha lack
Meanwhile, y'quietly sleepin' soun'ly

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Baby Be Mine - Lyrics - Thriller - Michael Jackson

Title: Baby Be Mine
Album: Thriller
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Rod Temperton

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Lyric:
I Don't Need No Dreams When I'm By Your Side
Every Moment Takes Me To Paradise
Darlin', Let Me Hold You
Warm You In My Arms And Melt Your Fears Away
Show You All The Magic That A Perfect Love Can Make
I Need You Night And Day

So Baby, Be Mine (Baby You Gotta Be Mine)
And Girl I'll Give You All I Got To Give
So Baby, Be My Girl (All The Time)
And We Can Share This Ecstasy
As Long As We Believe In Love

I Won't Give You Reason To Change Your Mind
(I Guess It's Still You Thrill Me, Baby, Be Mine)
You Are All The Future That I Desire
Girl, I Need To Hold You
Share My Feelings In The Heat Of Love's Embrace
Show You All The Passion Burning In My Heart Today
It's Never Gonna Fade

So Baby, Be Mine (Baby You Gotta Be Mine)
And Girl I'll Give You All I Got To Give
So Baby, Be My Girl (All The Time)
You're Everything This World Could Be
The Reason That I Live

Won't You Stay With Me Until The Mornin' Sun
I Promise You Now That The Dawn Will Be Different
Lady Can't You See That Heaven's Just Begun
It's Livin' Here Inside Our Hearts

There'll Be No More Mountains For Us To Climb
(I Can't Be Still You Thrill Me, Baby, Be Mine)
This Will Be A Love Lasting For All Time
Girl You Got To Hold Me
We Can Touch The Sky And Light The Darkest Day
Hold Me, Only You And I Can Make Sweet Love This Way
There's No More I Can Say

So Baby, Be Mine (Baby You Gotta Be Mine)
And Girl I'll Give You All I Got To Give
So Baby, Be My Girl (All The Time)
You're Everything This World Could Be
The Reason That I Live

Baby Be My Girl
And Girl I'll Give You All I Got To Give
So Baby, Be Mine, Baby, Be Mine
You're Everything This World Could Be To Me

C'mon, Girl, C'mon Girl
So Baby, Be Mine
You're Everything This World Could Be To Me

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Back Home Again - Lyrics - John Denver

Title: Back Home Again
Artist: John Denver
Composer(s): John Deutschendorf

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Lyric:
There's a storm across the valley, clouds are rollin' in
The afternoon is heavy on your shoulders
There's a truck out on the four lane, a mile or more away
The whinin' of his wheels just makes it colder

He's an hour away from ridin' on your prayers up in the sky
And ten days on the road are barely gone
There's a fire softly burning, supper's on the stove
It's the light in your eyes that makes him warm

Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, an', hey, it's good to be back home again

There's all the news to tell him, how do you spend your time?
What's the latest thing the neighbors say
And your mother called last Friday, sunshine made her cry
You felt the baby move just yesterday

Hey, it's good to be back home again, yes, it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, an', hey, it's good to be back home again

Oh the time that I can lay this tired old body down
Feel your fingers feather soft upon me
The kisses that I live for, the love that lights my way
The happiness that livin' with you brings me

It's the sweetest thing I know of, just spending time with you
It's the little things that make a house a home
Like a fire softly burning the supper on the stove
The light in your eyes, it makes me warm

Hey, it's good to be back home again
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Yes, an', hey, it's good to be back home again

Hey, it's good to be back home again, you know it is
Sometimes this old farm feels like a long lost friend
Hey, it's good to be back home again
I said hey, it's good to be back home again

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Back Stage Passes - Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Title: Back Stage Passes
Album: Matthew
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin

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Lyric:
Don't I know you? Do you? Well, I'm Laurie Kessler
Haven't we met before? Have we? Maybe not, back stage

See girl, after the show I'm not to be idolized
Overwhelmed by a new obsessed fan
No, I don't wanna answer your questions
Are you some kind of journalist, followin' me around?

Come on in the bathroom
Now you wanna see how Keith acts at home
Call your girlfriends, now you wanna see the way I P I S S
Beggin' me to get a magic marker to sign my name on your back

You're very young and giggly with pre-washed Levi's on
You don't know how to act, let's party, how about it?
I don't wanna party, drink Bacardi, what you think I look like?
The purple dragon, Barney?

Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, girls lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, stop lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited

I'm totally attracted to you but you turn me off as a fan
Approachin' me back stage with a guy that's not your friend
Lyin' to get a laminate, is that your man?
Some weird guy starin' at me like Peter Pan

There's no time to talk about how I got started in rap
I'm goin' straight home, you don't know, I'ma leave you alone
Why should I waste my time, get no sleep?
I just got off stage, you're still complainin'

You shoulda stayed on stage longer at the New Orleans Super Dome
What you want from me? You took my picture
You got my autograph, I'm not tryin' to crack any more Coronas
I hate the smell of beadies and you have a bunch of dinky friends
And a adolescent staff, you are immature

Back stage, you're excited, back stage passes
You're excited, girls lookin' all around
Back stage, you're excited

Laugh at yourself, put your whole world on the shelf
Do that stupid stuff with weird Al Yankovich
Go try to figure out somebody else, first of all
You're livin' through my CD, second, you don't know me

Base your life on fan magazines, I go shoppin' everyday
When I'm in a small borin' city, you don't see me
If I told you I had eighteen hands, you're so tuned
And tweaked out, your ass would believe me

Back stage passes, you're excited
Girls lookin' all around, back stage, you're excited
Back stage passes, you're excited
Girls lookin' all around, back stage, you're excited

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Back Where I Belong - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time) - Ll Cool J

Title: Back Where I Belong
Album: G.O.A.T. (Greatest Of All Time)
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Vada Nobles, Mark Wiggins, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yo, yeah yeah, alight after this particular practice run
I'ma practice both verses, after this, I want you to find a spot
That's close to when the beat drops to the rewind point
For the locate point
You ain't gotta be on that all night, this the soundtrack
Yo, yeah, check it
Okay, alright, huh okay

The other night I was up at farmers, politician wit some bloods
They told me, "Yo L, in the streets you ain't gettin' no love
And ever since the X's and the jiggas came out
My niggas ain't tryin' to the hear that smooth shit you talk about
What's up wit that cat Canibus, some played you out
Why you didn't answer back correctly, fuck was that about?"
As I sip on some henny, and try to explain some things
About the life of a legend, and all the drama it brings

Been gone a long time, had a lot of shit on my mind
I decided I don't want to reach my goal if it means losing my shine
Streets is hip-hop and I'm hip-hop, so the streets is mine
Ballin' as long as you been livin', that's a long time
Hard to stay hungry when your pockets are so fat
You hit a hot one in every city on the map
And niggas keep sleepin' and you keep coming back
You know better than the gat, but niggas still wanna clap

It feels so good to be back where I belong
The streets is where I belong
They had me locked down much too long
Hey hey
It feels so good to be back where I belong
The streets is where I belong
They had me locked down much too long
Hey

Some say, "L that's cool, but see times have changed"
Niggas got red bandannas, and the grill in the range
That gold shit is dead, niggas rock platinum chains
Trade O.E. for Henny, Colt 45 for champagne
Hustling niggas found they way into the game
Extorting all these so called ballers wit big names
And you gotta have a squad, 'cuz running from def ain't safe
I know you living good, but ain't no smile up on our face

I'm like a villain, I'm representing on my lyrics
And force feed the world, even if they don't want to hear it
As far as Canibus go, my man is hittin' his ex-broad
I'm getting head from his new piece while 20 gang-bangers applaud
You came up with that bullshit, some heads sucked it up
Then you dropped that garbage album and totally fucked it up
I coulda told ya I knew your moms from the after-hours spot
When I used to be up in Canada with the dreads on a black block

Before you dick rode lost boyz for a ticket our to Jersey
But being the man I am, I tried to show ya mercy
I coulda told the world the way ya label hates your guts
And how me and Wyclef, got together to set you up
And how he gave me half your budget, don't believe me look it up
Ya A and R promotion niggas, they helped me hook it up
I hate to be responsible, for destroying your career
A one-hit wonder, huh no wonder you disappeared

I coulda told the world, you get your lyrics from the Internet
Then spit 'em word for word like you really a rap vet
How you take metaphors from books and put 'em in your rhyme
And how you really from Canada and you been frontin' all this time
I heard your second album, that shit is garbage too
LL Cool J and I did this to you
On that note he said, "Yo L, you the man"
I said, "Peace, one love and drove off in the Lex Land"

It feels so good to be back where I belong
(Yeah nigga, the jig is up nigga, huh ha, you know what I'm sayin')
The streets is where I belong
(All that bullshit you was talking)
They had me locked down much too long
(Don't mean shit, you finish now)
Hey hey
It feels so good to be back where I belong
(I'm still the man nigga )
(The vanguard award is in my motherfuckin' living room)
The streets is where I belong
(You know what I mean? Come get that shit, fuck)
They had me locked down much too long
(What)
Hey

Mic still on my arm nigga, word up
Both arms, I'ma get another one nigga
You know what I'm sayin'
This LL you know how I get down
You should of known, when you did it
He probably did it to get some fame
But is this really what you want?
Ha ha ha

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