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Monday, August 23, 2010

Can'T Get Used To Losing You - Lyrics - Sings the Standards - Julie London

Title: Can'T Get Used To Losing You
Album: Sings the Standards
Artist: Julie London
Composer(s): Doc Pomus, Mort Shuman

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Lyric:
Guess, there's no use in hangin' 'round
Guess, I'll get dressed and do the town
I'll find some crowded avenue
Though it will be empty without you

Can't get used to losin' you
No matter what I try to do
Gonna live my whole life thorough
Loving you

Called up some girl I used to know
After I heard her say "Hello"
Couldn't think of anything to say
Since you're gone it happens every day

Can't get used to losin' you
No matter what I try to do
Gonna spend my whole life thorough
Loving you

I'll find somebody, wait and see
Who am I kiddin', only me
'Cause no one else could take your place
Guess, that I am just a hopeless case

Can't get used to losin' you
No matter what I try to do
Gonna spend my whole life thorough
Loving you

Can't get used to losin' you
No matter what I try to do
Gonna spend my whole life thorough
Loving you

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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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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Getting Married - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Getting Married
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Chucky Thompson, Isaac Hayes, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
This ain't no sucka for love shit
This ain't no Huxtable kisses and hug shit, first night we fuck shit
And don't call the next day, this a thug's wedding day
In love? Will we make it? Let us pray

In a Limo, my niggas, my father, my brothers
Everybody in tuxes gettin' blunted
Hard Bottasmov costumes, this ain't no act, though
Factual, the pimp shall scoop no more

Yes, I'm absolutely sure
I know that she love me, I know that she faithful
We spoke on a prenuptial agreement 'cuz Will and Jada ain't need it
Spoke on eloping but then I dreaded the thought

'Cuz she deserves Cinderella's Ball and the whole shit
But know this, you fuckin' wit a slit ya throat quick
Vehicular explosions, cigar smokin'
Dark-minded, chart climbin', well-spoken

Safer world of broke men to rich ones
Throw them phone numbers away 'cuz this is it, hun
Headed to the Chapel, my niggas laughin'
And it's bafflin' 'cuz just a year ago

It's weird, though, I knew I'd get married
To who? I knew not, thought of snatchin' Halle up from the dreadlock
Pumpin' Sade, my head knot
Finally, I met the perfect bitch, pardon my French, rephrase that

Someone who made my heart stop, couldn't wait to blaze that
Tired of hoppin' from honey to honey
HIV spreadin', everybody bump the same bunnies
The game'll put niggas in they graves

Right before they part ways with the street
I want a son to greet every mornin'
Daughters and more sons tickle my feet
Wife smilin', tellin' me it's time to eat, I'm gettin' married

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I want
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I want
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I want

It was my dream for my queen to put the ring on the ride
Even Martin Luther King had a fling on the side
That's what the negative ones say
Knew my wedding would be one day but quickly is this day

I know the hoes gonna miss me
Lookin' at old photos, sayin, "Damn, he used to twist me"
Start chokin' up since I woke up
Bachelor Party was crazy, tryin' hard just to sober up

Father, saw me in a daze, nudged me with his left arm
Told me how him and moms went to City Hall, dressed norm'
Said, she would love me Oswald Boateng
Customized in London by guys who suit up kings

Gov', you got the ring, Jung', you behave
Maxwell, he gon' sing, invited Lauryn Hill and the gang
Baltimore, North Cacky', Mississippi
Family packed in, my nigga, L is crazy tipsy

Spilled Pepsi on the cuff links, ginger ale got it out
Walked in the church, just all big to thug it out
My girl walked in glistenin', different stones
'Bout to go from my fiance to Mrs. Jones

That's a union that nobody can touch
I gotta be cool wit' ya crazy aunts and uncles
'Cuz I love you much 'cuz you put up wit my shit
Court cases, baby mommas

I make a honest woman outta you yet
Everybody starin' at you, I'm at the alter, standin'
Heart poundin' out my chest like a cannon
I'm happy, one of my groom's men

Under the music says, "Don't do it"
But they just joke, some crew shit
They playin, I'm gleeful, I'm stayin'
I'm stayin' vows that are all true
"Will you take music as your wedded wife?" "I do"
Sike, this ain't about music, y'all know who I'm talkin' to
Gettin' married

Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I want
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I want
Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo
It was difficult for me to find a chick I want
Gettin' married

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Hello, Dolly! - Lyrics - Sings the Standards - Julie London

Title: Hello, Dolly!
Album: Sings the Standards
Artist: Julie London
Composer(s): Jerry Herman

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Lyric:
Oh, hello Dolly, well, hello Dolly
It's so nice to have you back where you belong
You're lookin' swell, Dolly, I can tell, Dolly
You're still glowin', you're still crowin', you're still goin' strong

We feel the room swayin' while the band's playin'
One of your old favorite songs from way back when
So, take her wrap fellas, find her an empty lap, fellas
Dolly won't never ever go away again

Hey, hello Dolly, well, hello Dolly
It's really nice to have you back where you belong
Girl, you're lookin' swell, Dolly, I can tell, Dolly
Still glowin', still crowin', you're still goin' strong

We feel the room swayin' while the band's playin'
One of your old favorite songs from way back when
So, take her wrap fellas, find her a big fat lap, fellas
Dolly don't ever go away, Dolly don't you ever, ever go away
Dolly don't you ever go away again

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

For The Girl - Lyrics - Costello Music - Fratellis

Title: For The Girl
Album: Costello Music
Artist: Fratellis
Composer(s): John Lawler

Lyric:
La la la
La la la
La la la

Well, she said I know but I just can't tell
Everything that you've just been saying
Lucy was there as well in the dark
When the kids in the band were playing

No one can hear a word I tell
What the girl was singing
She just must have been 16 or 18
I'm just past caring

She was into the Stones when I was into the Roses
She was breaking my bones when I was bursting their noses
She would tell me a secret, I would lose it the next day
You're [Incomprehensible] easy, makes you sick in a bad way

And all the while the girls sang
La la la la, she sang
Kickings for my sweetheart
Bruises that I just don't miss
And she said, "I can't love you anymore than this"

La la la
La la la
La la la

La la la
La la la
La la la

She said, she said, ?No no no no?
Then a ?Yeah, yes, why don't you kill me??
He asked it when it messed up right there
Sweetheart you know that don't thrill me

Said I would have been in there
If only you had been a little bit nicer
I was dead by Sunday
Half dead scared just trying to please her

She was getting the pills when I was into her best friend
She was chasing the thrills and living down the West End
She was pretty in braces, I lived out of her window
She said, ?Take me to London?, tell me something I don't know

And all the while the girls sang
La la la la, she sang
Kickings for my sweetheart
Bruises that I just don't miss
And she said, "I can't love you anymore than this"

La la la
La la la
La la la

She was into the Stones when I was into the Roses
She was breaking my bones when I was bursting their noses
She would tell me a secret, I would lose it the next day
You're [Incomprehensible] easy, makes you sick in a bad way

And all the while the girls sang
La la la la, she sang
Kickings for my sweetheart
Bruises that I just don't miss
And she said, ?I don't like you, you can't stand me
I can't love you anymore than this?

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Light Skin Girl From London - Lyrics - Lenny Kravitz

Title: Light Skin Girl From London
Artist: Lenny Kravitz
Composer(s): Lenny Kravitz

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Lyric:
She's unique and complete
And with the dog will sleep
She loves to read, she drew her feet
And she drew Jesus too

Oh yeah
Light skin girl from London
Light skin girl from London

She understands
She'll read your hands
And take the future right outta your plans
She'll let you in, but she won't take you where she lives

Oh no, light skin girl from London
Light skin girl from London
Yeah, yeah, yeah

She's got style but all the while
She dances to the beat out of time
She often cries, and she can speak to you
Through her mind

Oh, no, no, no, no
Light skin girl from London
Light skin girl from London, yeah

Light skin girl from London
She's a light skin girl from London
She's a

She's a light skin girl from London
She's a light skin girl from London, yeah, yeah
She's a light skin girl from London, oh, yeah, yeah
She's a

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Mexican Girl - Lyrics - Good 2 Go - Elephant Man

Title: Mexican Girl
Album: Good 2 Go
Artist: Elephant Man
Composer(s): Paul Crossdale, P Howell, O'Neil Bryan, Trevor James

Lyric:
El hombre senorita tenorita
Ladies, I am here to tell a story
About a lady I met in Mexico, this is my story
Cross in the bottle, you wish to listen
Of El Paso eating a taco, she's been girlfriend, listen

She say I?m a vato, gangsta live is my mato
From the day that I spot tou I know that I got tou
Playing my banjo me and my hombre named Poncho
I would like to get some of your ellegro gato

Who is that stranger coming in from Santiago?
Leaving his mark on the girl on the were like carro
She is my Mexican girl for the ladies senorita
She is my Mexican girl, a hombre, listen it's not finished

She say I?m a playa, she don?t want no straya
My sweet senorita my tia Mira
I not a heart-breaka, I am a love maka
I?m not from Mexico, I am from Jamaica

Who is that stranger coming in from Santiago?
Leaving his mark on the girl on the were like carro
She is my Mexican girl, shizzle, dedicate this for all the ladies all over
She is my Mexican girl, ladies shizzle

Every night by my bedside, I pray for the Westside
Including the desert although it?s the dead side
This Mexican woman deserves a good man
To give her affection and know satisfaction

Who is that stranger coming in from Santiago?
Leaving his mark on the girl on the were like carro
She is my Mexican girl, ladies all over shizzle
She is my Mexican girl, shizzle a hombre

Dedicate this for the ladies
Mexico, the Westside, Eastside, New York, London
How could I forget about Jamaica?

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Roun' The Globe - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Roun' The Globe
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): William Hughes, Ronald Wilson, Vito Tisdale, Kenneth Anthony, Michael Flowers, Brian Scott, Melvin Adams

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Lyric:
Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Atlanta, Alabama
(Country as hell!)
Kentucky, Carolina
(Country as hell!)
Miami, Tennessee
(Country as hell!)
Mississippi, New Jersey
(Country as hell!)

Yo, aw man, the grass done got greener on the other side of the fence
So I hopped my ass over to see if I was convinced
Fast-paced city life, but country livin's the sense
Man, I copped me a Caddy said, "To Hell wit' a Benz"
Benz, Benz, twenty-inch rims
I can't leave the verti-cal grill at the back of the ranch
Got a phat farm with cows and a whole lotta land
20 acres to my name son we ain't been there

Meanwhile up in the D where they holla it up though
Thugs blow weed in the park where the club close
In Milwaukee the beast is petro, off in DC the streets is ghetto
Let's roll to Cali where they chief the best 'dro
And drive cars so big you can't reach the pedals
Never had a glass of purple juice for breakfast
Until I took my ass to Houston, Teaxs

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New Orleans and D.C.
(Country as hell!)
Texas, Indiana
(Country as hell!)
Detroit, Chicago
(Country as hell!)
Cali, Ohio
(Country as hell!)

Copped a pair, they was sportin' jonesin'
New Orleans, went for the Cajun, winded up stayin'
Kentucky it was meth and Miami they was lacin' it
Rapped my ass of at N.Y.C. at the Bassment
Hit VA where they do nothin' but cook
Carolina, Indiana, Alabama, Savannah
Boston, Denver and all points between
Tennessee, Florida ain't nuthin' but blood for ya

Yo, yo, yo, now shake it, go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Spanish chicas waving hasta leugo, worldwide drop, weather's bueno
They say opposites attract, I'm a moreno
[Incomprehensible]
(So clear)
[Incomprehensible]
(My dear)
Shy girl all she wanted to do was fuck and cum
Top of the hill take a breath from her lungs
Country boys been over seas
Toppin' it off, London, Germany
(Nappy Roots, Ying Yang we keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
New York, Milwaukee
(Country as hell!)
Florida, St. Louis
(Country as hell!)
Finland, Minnesota
(Country as hell!)
Vegas, Seattle
(Country as hell!)

Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Ladies make your hands clap up bueno
Now shake it go'on sit back and let your hair blow
Holla at ya boy, hasta leugo

Aight, first say a prayer for those in combat
Might can throw some'in' on a grill when you come back
Might can take a trip to the 'Ville
And in fact we can all get loose on the porch
And of course, hit Church Hill Downs, thow some in on a horse
Or we can hit dem St. Clair waters
You ain't seen country 'til you been through Georgia
Gotdern, they still got girls in perms
(Damn)
Big cars, big wheels is the biggest concern

In my old Kentucky home
I was born and raised on catfish and corn
Collard greens and fatbacks it's country 'an a mug
Don't care where you stay you got country in your blood
If you love and that's that
Circle the globe, met the poor and the paid
Now I know for a fact that
(We keep it crunk baby)

This for my thugs baby and for the club baby
We keep it crunk, smokin' weed and gettin' drunk
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!
(Around the globe)
Country as hell!

Is the south side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the north side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the east side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)
Is the west side in this muthafucka?
(Hell yeah!)

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San Francisco - Lyrics - California Girl - Nancy Sinatra

Title: San Francisco
Album: California Girl
Artist: Nancy Sinatra
Composer(s): Bronislaw Kaper, Gus Kahn, Walter Jurmann

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Lyric:
I never will forget, Jeanette Macdonald
Just to think of her, it gives my heart a pang
I never will forget, how that brave Jeanette
Just stood there in the ruins and sang, and sang

San Francisco, open your golden gate
You'll let nobody wait outside your door
San Francisco, here is your wanderin' one
Sayin' I'll wander no more

Other places only make me love you best
Tell me you're the one in all the golden west
San Francisco, I'm coming home again
Never to roam again

San Francisco, right when I arrive
I really come alive
And you will laugh to see me
Perpendicular, hanging on a cable car

San Francisco, let me beat my feet
Up and down Market street
I'm gonna climb Nob hill, just to watch it get dark
From the top of the mark

There's Brooklyn bridge, London bridge
And the bridge of San Louis Rey
But the only bridge, that's a real gone bridge
Is the bridge across the bay to

San Francisco, I'm coming home again
Never to roam again, by God
San Francisco, I don't mean frisco
San Francisco, here I come

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Nights Over Egypt - Lyrics - IncognitoLive In London: The 30th Anniversary Concert - Incognito

Title: Nights Over Egypt
Album: IncognitoLive In London: The 30th Anniversary Concert
Artist: Incognito
Composer(s): Dexter Wansel, Cynthia De Mari Biggs

Lyric:
There?s a sky in the east over pyramids at Giza
Where there once lived a girl, she ruled the world
Then down the Nile he came with a smile

He was the king, she was the queen
Under the moonlight your eyes won?t believe
What your mind can?t conceive

Nights over Egypt, nights over Egypt
Nights over Egypt, incense and myrrh
And girls that swirl to the music
Nights over Egypt

Women fellahin
Wear veils to been seen by no one
Take a caravan across the Sudan
Saharan facade is just a mirage

Oasis in the sand where life once began
Under the moonlight your eyes won't believe
What your mind can't conceive

Nights over Egypt, nights over Egypt
Nights over Egypt, incense and myrrh
And girls that swirl to the music
Nights over Egypt

Nights, nights, nights over Egypt
Nights, nights, nights over Egypt

Oasis in the sand where life once began
Your eyes won't believe
What your mind can't conceive, oh yeah

Where there once lived a girl and she ruled the water
Then down the Nile he came with a smile
Take a caravan across the desert sand
He was the king and she was the queen

Nights, nights, nights over Egypt
Nights, nights, nights over Egypt
Nights, nights, nights over Egypt
Nights, nights

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Chickfactor - Lyrics - The Boy With The Arab Strap - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Chickfactor
Album: The Boy With The Arab Strap
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Roy Moller, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Isobel Campbell, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin

Lyric:
What was it I saw in New York?
I?m not the same anymore
How will I hide these feelings inside?
Call my girl on the phone

Neon lights shine bright
Taxi cabs glide by
Aeroplanes they fly, high up in the sky
Pretty girl says "Hi"

What?s the worst job you?ve had?
What do you read?
What?s driving you mad?

Met the cigarette girl
Took a note of her charms but no cigar
Met the Indie-cool queen
Took me out of the bar
And showed me the scene

My little girl I can?t find
She?s five hours behind
Singer not the song
And something?s gone wrong
Said the spider to the fly

Do I like this girl?
It?s such a big world
I like the tone of her voice
Loved the sound of her voice

When I get back to London
From outer space
Will I fall into place?
I?ll hold onto my smile
Find my girl in a while
Look myself in the face

Don?t know what you see
Am I playing in your movie?
You?re in my magazine
Are you talking to me?
Chick factor

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Sheila - Lyrics - Jamie T

Title: Sheila
Artist: Jamie T
Composer(s): Jim Parker, James Treays, Sir John Betjeman

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Lyric:
Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
Gets poured all over her fella
?Cause she says, "Man he ain?t no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss"

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling "London"
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren?t rolled out

Oh when my love, my darling
You've left me here alone
I'll walk the streets of London
Which once seemed all our own

The vast suburban churches
Together we have found
The ones which smelt of gaslight
The ones in incense drowned

Her lingo went from the Cockney to the Gringo
Anytime she sing a song the other girls sing along
And tell all the fellas that the lady is single
Fickle way ta tickle on my young man?s tipple

She?s up for doing what she like, any day, more like the night
She drowned drunk sorrows, that she stole, bought, borrowed
She didn?t like thugs but at the same time understood
Fella?s will be fella?s 'til the end of time

Good heavens you boys
Blue-blooded murder of the English tongue

Jack had a gang that he called the Many Grams
He was known as Smack Jack the Cracker Man
In life he was dealt some shit hands
But the boys' got the back now

And Jay went the same way as Micky and Dan
Dependent mans upon the heroin
And man, Lisa had a baby with Sam
And now Jack?s on his own man

Well done, Jack, glug down that cider
You?re right, she?s a slut and you never fucking liked her
Not like, what, he stopped so shocked
Cause it turned out the last dance killed the pied piper

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
Gets poured all over her fella
?Cause she says, "Man he ain?t no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss"

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling "London"
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren?t rolled out

So this a short story about the girl Georgina
Never seen her worse, clean young mess
Under stress, at best but she?s pleased to see you
With love, God Bless, we lay her body to rest

Now it all there started with Daddy?s alcoholic
Lightweight, drink it down, numbing his brain
And the doctor said he couldn?t get the heart there started
Now beat up, drugged up, she feeling the strain

She says, ?When I fall, no one catch me
Alone, lonely, I'll overdose slowly
Get scared, I?ll scream and shout?
But you know it won?t matter she?ll be passing out

I said gigidy-bigidy-up, and just another day
Another sad story that's tragedy
Paramedics announced death at 10.30
Rip it up, kick it, spit out the views

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
Gets poured all over her fella
?Cause she says, "Man he ain?t no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss"

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling "London"
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren?t rolled out

Sheila goes out with her mate Stella
Gets poured all over her fella
?Cause she says, "Man he ain?t no better
Than the next man kicking up fuss"

Drunk, she stumbles down by a river
Screams calling "London"
None of us heard her coming
I guess the carpet weren?t rolled out

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Z - Shorty - Lyrics - The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly) - Jay

Title: Z - Shorty
Album: The Best Of Both Worlds (Jay-Z & R. Kelly)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Robert Kelly, Jean Claude Olivier, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
So I told shorty I be producing, I be making 'em beats
Be making 'em hits, ya know
So I told her my name, my name is Tone
She said, "Town!"
You know like she never heard of me, ya know
So I said, "Okay you may know me by my other name
Sometimes they call me

Track master"
We see you Tone
Tone the referee
We see you, baby
C'mon shorty

That nigga Hov, holla
Y'all niggas don't understand
Uh uh, they don't understand
Flow for 'em, no lemme sing for 'em
Just sing for 'em, check It

Mr. Kell
It's like this, some of y'all niggas got, legs for lips
Running ya mouth mad 'coz I, pop that Cris
Go up in 3-10, and cop that six
Then roll around with yo chick

Some of y'all niggas mad 'coz I drop these hits
Thug ass nigga, on some R & B Shit
Now that shit done fucked around and made me rich
And for those of you who don't like it, y'all can suck my uhh

Leadin' honies to my suite like I'm the pied piper
Have they ass hittin' high notes like they Mariah
Get that pussy wet enough to put out a bonfire
She be like, "Woo" and I be like, "Woo"

When her tides got high, fuck it, I'ma Don
Runnin' late for the studio, fuck it, I'm 'bout to come
Dress cold at club fuck it Air Force I's
Said, "I wouldn't mention, Sisqo, fuck, he's a bum"

Ally boom, buaya, hit you with the right hook
You be like, "What the fuck was that?"
Me and Jigga, we are like the industries popo
Nigga y'all best shit can't even fuck with our demo's

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty, what yo name is?
Shorty, who yo man is?
C'mon and make moves with a dude who move cane
Like a old man, you know who game this is

Young Hov
Name is respected in fifty different languages, mommy come roll
I keep a jet on the runway, Sunday in Paris, London on Monday
Back to L.A.

This ain't rap, this is real, I could trick a half a mill'
In three hours ma the streets will be ours
Shorty, I got something for you
Wouldn't give a chick a dime before but now I wanna spoil you

Shorty, the trips to the gucc shop, getcha cooch hot
How 'bout I do a helipads on the roof top
Shorty, ya hella rad, your my rock star shorty
Here's my number shit, you ain't gotta call me

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

I'm chillin' in my 4.6, at the light
5 o'clock in the morning, been drinking all night
And plus I'm high but it ain't over
Four slim bodies scooped me in a wide body rover

Panties and bras all the way from the bed to the sofa
All you R & B so called playas, I'm 'bout to coach ya
Sit right there, and watch me freak yo girl chocha
Tongue all down her throat as if a nigga was trying to choke her

It's the best of both worlds, stickin' ya in the uhh
Put ya hands up like it's money in the air
We 'bout to rip these charts like Zorro Blade
So hot your gonna need a cold glass of lemonade

To all my real live niggas, that shoot dice and play spades
In a nice crib, word up, drinking the Maid
On the rizel my nizel, that nigga Jigga is the dizel
R. Kizel in the hotel swizel's chicks on the knizel's

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
From New York on to L.A.
Shorty
Chi-Town we freak the night away
Shorty
Miami all the pretty girls
Shorty
We know chicks all around the world

Shorty
Shorty

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Dancing With Myself - Lyrics - Don't Stop - Billy Idol

Title: Dancing With Myself
Album: Don't Stop
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): Tony James, William Broad

Lyric:
On the floors of Tokyo
Or down in London town to go, go
With the record selection and the mirror reflection
I'm dancing with myself

When there's no one else in sight
In the crowded lonely night
Well I wait so long for my love vibration
And I'm dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove
I'll be dancing with myself, oh

If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself, oh

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
Well there's nothing to lose and there's nothing to prove
And I'll be dancing with myself, oh oh oh oh

If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance

Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself

Well If I looked all over the world
And there's every type of girl
But your empty eyes seem to pass me by
Leave me dancing with myself

So let's sink another drink
'Cause it'll give me time to think
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
And I'll be dancing with myself

Oh dancing with myself
Oh dancing with myself
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance
If I had the chance I'd ask the world to dance

Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
Dancing with myself
...

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Take It Off - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. - Ll Cool J

Title: Take It Off
Album: G.O.A.T.
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Adam Fenton, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
I didn't even know a young lady could look that good
I'm ready to bounce out a queen and come to your hood
I'm ready to change your life baby, spend some cash
Because you got me chinky eyed like blunts mixed with hash

When you're in my Ferrari, look at the seats carve your ass
L drive drunk baby, pass the glass
As we run up in the club, politician with thugs
When your bra straps showin', baby girl it's love

'Cause you are the loose, talkin' and sippin' Honeypoof
Sweet as cranberry, peach schnapps and apple-loops
Runnin' with Queens finest all the way to the top
Pass cars, hard dick and plenty money to shop

Take it off, come on and dance with me baby
Take it off, there ain't nobody who can fade me
Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately
Take it off, you know that ass look crazy
Take it off, you saw me up in that Mercedes
Take it off, I know my crew look shady
Take it off, you see me spendin' dubs baby
Take it off, watch me dance for you baby

Wo day drive is live, Monte Carlo was ill
Convertible limousines, Def Jam got the bill
Remember R. Kelly had the house on the hill
Well, when the party's over we can go there and chill

In London, it's Big Ben style breakfast in bed
In Paris you were on an Eiffel Tower givin' me head
Go to Switzerland, private jets over the house
Come back home, ghetto style, bend you over the couch

Real niggaz, nothin' but the platinum shit
Keep that ass soakin wet, plus I'm spendin' his chips
Who's fuckin' with that, put your middle finger in the air
Has a jet passion X-man playin' with your hair

Take it off, come on and dance with me baby
Take it off, there ain't nobody who can fade me
Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately
Take it off, you know that ass look crazy
Take it off, you saw me up in that Mercedes
Take it off, I know my crew look shady
Take it off, you see me spendin' dubs baby
Take it off, watch me dance for you baby

Dance for me baby
Dance for me baby
Dance for me baby
Dance for me baby

To my man Black Jus baby R.I.P
Accessory to the crime is the prime Dogg 3
When we get the money baby, spreadin' the cream
To tell your brother Joe, hold it down for Queen

And to my cousin Will, hold ya head nigga chill
J.T. Damon in the car, let's get the squeels
My nigga Big Bonny Puff, glad your home
Rock the bells Melly Mell, Jimmy Love and Tone

Baby we live cats, lookin' at where we arrived at
Drug walls, hip-hop beats, how 'bout that
The rest fell so far, they can't climb back
Let's take it to the video-tape, rewind that

Take it off, come on and dance with me baby
Take it off, there ain't nobody who can fade me
Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately
Take it off, you know that ass look crazy
Take it off, you saw me up in that Mercedes
Take it off, I know my crew look shady
Take it off, you see me spendin' dubs baby
Take it off, watch me dance for you baby

Take it off, come on and dance with me baby
(Everybody in the club)
Take it off, there ain't nobody who can fade me
(Word up)
Take it off, I'm on a hot-streak lately
(Champagne glass in the air baby)
Take it off, you know that ass look crazy
(Just wanna pop it dog, word up)

Take it off, you saw me up in that Mercedes
(Yeah, yeah)
Take it off, I know my crew look shady
(It's official, word up)
Take it off, you see me spendin' dubs baby
(Rockerville)
Take it off, watch me dance for you baby
Take it off, greatest of all times

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Round Here - Lyrics - Patience - George Michael

Title: Round Here
Album: Patience
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): George Michael

Lyric:
My daddy got here on the gravy train
I guess my mama had a real bad start to the game
They went walkin' and she took his name, round here

There was dancin' in the afternoons, those days
Waitin' tables, chasin' girls with the money he made
It was 1957 and love felt the same, love felt the same
Frightened little girl, she makes a break
Into the arms of something better, round here

I hear my mama call in Kingsbury Park
Just me and David and a football that glowed in the dark
Waitin' patiently to make my mark, round here

And I remember my, my first day at school
And I remember trouble and thinkin' I was so cool
I remember it all, like yesterday, don't you
Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside says, "You can do better", round here

So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I want to put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, to the beat

Even though I think I've seen everythin'
There is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth
All that I wanted, was to be someone

Two little Hitlers in an old church hall
Some cheesy covers and those neighbours
That banged on the walls
Andy says it's time to show them all, round here

Please sir, we two have other plans
Please sir you would not understand
What's going on, is magical, can't you see
That some of us do more than dream

Every time I try to leave this place
Something inside
Says, "Keep on keepin', on and on", around here

So come with me, let me show you where I've lived
I wanna put my hands in this earth again
Music fell like rain to the streets
The Specials and The Jam, ABC

Even though I think I've seen everythin'
There is to see of this world
I gotta be thankful that this crowded space
Is the place of my birth, my birth

In this town, yes, I guess I got to be someone
To be somebody, in the beautiful city
This place I call home
(This place I call my home)

These streets of London
(This place I call my home)
It's everythin' I know
(Everythin' and everybody)

On the streets of London
(I wanna thank you, thank you)
This place I call my home
(I wanna thank you, thank you)

Daddy got here on the gravy train
Daddy got here on the gravy train
Daddy got here on the gravy train

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

For Tomorrow - Lyrics - Live At The Budokan (Live) - Blur

Title: For Tomorrow
Album: Live At The Budokan (Live)
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): Dave Rowntree, Damen Albarn, Alex James, Graham Coxon

Lyric:
He's a twentieth century boy
With his hands on the rails
Trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow

London ice cracks on a seamless line
He's hanging on for dear life
And so we hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh, oh, oh

She's a twentieth century girl
With her hands on the wheel
Trying not to make him sick again
Seeing what she can borrow

London's so nice back in your seamless rhymes
But we're lost on the Westway
So we hold each other tightly
And we can wait until tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh, oh, oh

We're trying not to be sick again
And holding on for tomorrow

She's a twentieth century girl
Holding up for dear life
And so we can hold each other tightly
And hold on for tomorrow

Singing
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh, oh

Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
La la, la la la, la la la la la la la la la
Holding on for tomorrow, oh, oh

Jim stops and gets out the car
Goes to a house in emperor's gate
Through the door and to his room
Then he puts the TV on

Turns it off and makes some tea
Says, "modern life well, it's rubbish"
I'm holding on for tomorrow

Then Susan comes into the room
She's a naughty girl with a lovely smile
Says, "Let's take a drive to Primrose Hill
It's windy there and the view's so nice"

London ice can freeze your toes
Like anyone I suppose
I'm holding on for tomorrow

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Girl On The Side - Lyrics - Braxtons

Title: Girl On The Side
Artist: Braxtons
Composer(s): London Jones, Traci Braxton, Sean Kirk Hall, Christopher A Stewart

Lyric:
I had my suspicions baby
I didn't say nothing 'cause I be trippin' right
I put all my trust in you
The ears you used to kiss don't hear you anymore

How could you be getting around me
Getting around me
Why'd you have to play me like that baby
That's all I want to know, you tell me

And why were you getting around on me
Sleeping around on me
I would never do you like that baby
And I'm the last to know

Now everybody knows
That you have a girl on the side
Now everybody knows, yeah yeah
That you're not doing me right
Why'd you have to be the kind that won't love faithfully
I don't want no man with a girl on the side

You know how much I love you baby
You'll never find a girl
Who gives you more than me
You threw away the best of times

When you strayed away and left me lonely
'Cause I was not your one and only
Didn't I please you like you wanted
How could you be untrue and throw it all away

Now everybody knows
That you have a girl on the side
Now everybody knows, yeah yeah
That you're not doing me right
Why'd you have to be the kind that won't love faithfully
I don't want no man with a girl on the side

There ain't gon' be no coming around my door
You can stay right where you are
Because you'll never get my love anymore

How could you be getting around me
Getting around me
Why'd you have to play me like that baby
That's all I want to know, you tell me

And why were you getting around on me
Sleeping around on me
I would never do you like that baby
And I'm the last to know

Now everybody knows
That you have a girl on the side
Now everybody knows, yeah
That you're not doing me right
Why'd you have to be the kind that won't love faithfully
I don't want no man with a girl on the side

Now everybody knows
That you have a girl on the side
Now everybody knows, yeah
That you're not doing me right
Why'd you have to be the kind that won't love faithfully
I don't want no man with a girl on the side

How could you be getting around me
How could you be getting around me

Now everybody knows you, girl
I don't want your love, I don't need your love
I will be fine, I won't spend my time
Alone, alone, alone, alone I won't be alone

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Hey Young London - Lyrics - Deep Sea Skiving - Bananarama

Title: Hey Young London
Album: Deep Sea Skiving
Artist: Bananarama
Composer(s): Sarah Elizabeth Dallin, Barry Blue, Keren Jane Woodward, Stan Shaw, Siobhan Maire Deir Fahey

Lyric:
Hey, young London, you're looking good
Dressing up like you know you should
Hey, young London, you're the brightest star
So you ride about got to get that far

Well, I've read your face and seen your place
And you'll let me in if I share your tastes
You know the night spots if you wanna stay hip
Have you flown to Paris, hope you have a good trip

We don't care
You know that we don't care
We don't care
D'you know that we wear flares

Hey, young London, you're looking good
The lights are less well that's understood
Hey, young London, take your time and go
The girls are young but they act so old

You're headin' for the same pub each night
Girls in the corner, boys looking for a fight
Even he might rock each others self control
When you get engaged you know you've reached your goal

We don't care
You know that we don't care
We don't care
D'you know that we wear flares

Hey, young London, you're looking good
You got the money you can choose your moods
Hey, young London, you're a bright young thing
Your private houses are a public thing

She's so afraid, she sees a dead still light
And her dress is see-through and his pants on tight
With his girl at his side, he doesn't need his breaks
And a smile on his face for all the risks he takes

Hey, young London, you're looking good
Dressing up like you know you should
Hey, young London, you're the brightest star
So you ride about got to get that far

Hey, young London, you're looking good
The lights are less well that's understood
Hey, young London, take your time and go
The girls are young but they act so old
Hey, young London, you're looking good

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Supreme I Preme - Lyrics - Finley Quaye

Title: Supreme I Preme
Artist: Finley Quaye
Composer(s): Finley Quaye-Mcowan

Lyric:
Met a little girl in London city yeah
When I hear that she sing so pretty yeah
I had to catch a plane
I had to be with her again

Stepping in New York city now
Now I see when she dance so pretty yeah
I got to be her friend
I got to hear her sing yeah yeah

Met a little girl in London city yeah
When I hear that she sing so pretty yeah
I had to catch a plane
I had to be with her again

Stepping in New York city now
Now I see when she dance so pretty yeah
I got to be her friend
I got to hear her sing yeah yeah

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