10 Commandments - Lyrics - Meet The Girl Next Door - Lil' Mo

Title: 10 Commandments
Album: Meet The Girl Next Door
Artist: Lil' Mo
Composer(s): Kim Jones, Christopher Martin, Cynthia Loving, Chucky Thompson, Khary Kimani Turner

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Lyric:
Ladies, I wrote me a manual
How to keep your man
These rules you must follow
My 10 commandments
(Oo, oo, oo)

Let me break it down for you
Rule number 1
Never give him some on the first night
Rule number 2
Never bring your man around your crew

Rule number 3
Never call him first let him call you
Rule number 4
Never let him know your every move

Rule number 5
Never tell him about your past
How many other lovers you've had?
How many other lovers went bad?
Make no exceptions
If you want it to last

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Rule number 6
Never mix business with pleasure
Rule number 7
Never move in unless he tell ya

Rule number 8
Never tell your friends about your bedroom
Rule number 9
Never let them know his shoe size

Rule number 10
Should have been rule number 1
'Cos If you give in on the first night
Make sure you ride that thing

Scream his name
And he'll be yours for life
'Cos you know your excited
('Cos you know your excited)

And you just can't fight it
And you wanna tell all your friends
But you've got to make sure loves intact
Because you want him to keep coming back

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

There's never no such thing as giving him to much
'Cos if you want to wed with your man
You can never give enough
'Cos you get excited

And wanna tell everybody
But you've got to make sure
Loves intact
Then it will help you bring him back

I've been in this thing for years
It made me an animal
Me and my girl
Mo wrote you'll a manual

Step by step booklet for you to keep
Your man in his place
And out the next girls' face
Rule number 1

Never give a dude money
Girl, don't be a dummy
Let the homie, stay bummy
'Cos once he start, he won't stop, that's it

And all he gonna do is spend it on the next chic
Rule number 2
Before you give him some
It's your way

Shoppin', a new car
That's what I call foreplay
Now don't get me wrong
Respect your man

But if dude gets out of line
Then check your man
Rule number 3
Should have been rule number 1

Never go down
Till he licks you round
Your neck, your back, your pussy and ass crack
Rule number 4, 5 and 6

Very important lessons
Keep your man guessing
Never let him see you stressing
And if you love heres 7, 8, 9 and 10

Never ever, ever mess with his friend
See if you follow these
You'll have mad bred
To breaka house on the beach

And mad trips to jacob
He'll be home at night cooking you a steaka
And he'll keep coming back for more
On the wake up

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Girl, you got to understand him
If you want to keep your man whipped
Follow my 10 commandments
And he'll keep coming back for more
And more and more

Understand
If you want to keep your man
And you want to hold on to him
Keep your man whipped

Follow my 10 commandments
Ha, you got it
Ha, keep coming back for more
Understand

Keep your man
My command
More and more and more
More and more and more

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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25 Minutes - Lyrics - Michael Learns To Rock

Title: 25 Minutes
Artist: Michael Learns To Rock
Composer(s): Jascha Richter

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Lyric:
After some time I've finally made up my mind
She is the girl and I really want to make her mine
I'm searching everywhere to find her again
To tell her I love her and I'm sorry 'bout the things I've done

I find her standing in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looks so happy in her wedding dress
But she's crying while she's saying this

Boy, I've missed your kisses all the time
But this is twenty-five minutes too late
Though you traveled so far
Boy, I'm sorry you are twenty-five minutes too late

Against the wind I'm going home again
Wishing me back to the time
When we were more than friends

But still I see her in front of the church
The only place in town where I didn't search
She looked so happy in her wedding dress
But she cried while she was saying this

Boy, I've missed your kisses all the time
But this is twenty-five minutes too late
Though you traveled so far
Boy, I'm sorry you are twenty-five minutes too late

Out in the streets
Places where hungry hearts have nothing to eat
Inside my head
Still I can hear the words she said

Boy, I've missed your kisses all the time
But this is twenty-five minutes too late
Though you traveled so far
Boy, I'm sorry your are twenty-five minutes too late

I can still hear her say

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303 - Lyrics - Kollected: Best Of - Kula Shaker

Title: 303
Album: Kollected: Best Of
Artist: Kula Shaker
Composer(s): Alonza Bevan, Crispian Mills

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Lyric:
I'm just, I'm just, I'm just a man stuck pushing some wheel
Moving down the road to the 303
In the land of summer sun, we have just begun
Riding out with my friend in my Mercedes Benz

You can find your way home on the 303
You can let somebody know on the 303, on the 303

Hard times, well all I know is that dark times
Gotta let it go because I got my friends
And I love my friends right to the end
'Round the bend, all together now

I've got to, got to, got to, get to some place I've not been
Headless guru in the night, show me what you mean
In the land of summer sun, we have just begun
Perfect picture card scene, changing all that has been

You can find you're way home on the 303
You can let somebody know on the 303, on the 303

Hard times, well all I know is that dark times
Gotta let it go because I got my stash
And I love my hash, yeah got my stash
Think I'll grow myself a big ol' hairy mustache

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7:05 - Lyrics - It's About Time - Jonas Brothers

Title: 7:05
Album: It's About Time
Artist: Jonas Brothers
Composer(s): Nicholas Jonas, Paul Kevin Ii Jonas, Joseph Jonas, Michael Mangini

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Lyric:
We had a lot of good times
When we were together
And I thought we?d last forever, you and I

I'm for so long, I couldn?t wait
To get your phone call
Dreaming ?bout you makes me feel alright

Night you called me on the phone
Said, you had to stay at home
Is there something I should know? Yeah

I was fine till 7:05
Till she walked out the door and right out of my life
If you?re gone I?ll move on
But it only would have taken 2 seconds to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Night after your phone call
Me and friends were hanging at the mall
I was not believin' what I saw

Oh, you're holding hands with him
And sitting closer than six inches
Hope that she?s not gonna kiss him now

How can I call you friend?
You stood me up in the end
I know that it?s over, yeah

I was fine till 7:05
Till she walked out the door and right out of my life
If you?re gone I?ll move on
But it only would have taken 2 seconds to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

Don?t keep telling me that you?re sorry now
But let me tell you how much this hurts me too, yeah, oh

I was fine till 7:05
Till she walked out the door and right out of my life
If you?re gone I?ll move on
But it only would have taken 2 seconds to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

I was fine till 7:05
Till she walked out the door and right out of my life
If you?re gone I?ll move on
But it only would have taken 2 seconds to say goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye

It only would have taken 2 seconds to say goodbye
Goodbye, oh, yeah, oh, goodbye

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - King Tee

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: King Tee
Composer(s): R (King Tee) Mcbride, M (Dj Pooh) Jordan

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Lyric:
It's Friday night on the streets of L.A.
I'm goin' out, been hangin' 'round the house all day
So, I take me a shower, dress like a big daddy
Stop at the Arco, put some gas in my caddy

Armor on my wheels, shine up my daytons
Check my 12-gage, I see jackers just waitin'
Got in my car, rolled up the tinted glass
Looked for my Zapp tape to pop in my dash

Can't find it, forget it, went under my seat
Found my old fired tape of the song 'Knee Deep'
So, I popped it in, then I pumped it up
Love hearin' funk because disco sucks

Body got chills when the basses started poundin'
I took off because I'm goin' to town and
Won't be back till mornin', don't have to go to school
Better get ready, I'm finna act a fool

The way I [Incomprehensible]

Now, I'm on the move, got a grand in my pocket
Reached for my phone, plugged it in the socket
Heard the dial tone, so I dialed up Aladdin
He answered the phone and said, "What's up?" I said, "What's happenin?"

He said, "Where you been? I been tryin' to get in touch
The party's in Watts," I said, "I don't give a fuck
If you wanna go, just wear neutral colors
If anybody asks you, just tell 'em you're my brother"

Stopped at the store to buy me a Cisco
A 40 ounce and some crackers by Nabisco
Amount and I pulled out a 10
And said, "Fuck it, Supersacco and gin
I'm finna act a fool"

Now, I'm drivin' down Compton on my way to get Aladdin
Feelin' like a pimp till my tape started draggin'
It's a old tape anyway, it ain't no thing
Pulled it out and slapped in Dana Dane

Got to Aladdin's house and I honked my horn
He said, "When we comin' back?" I said, "6 in tha morn"
So, he got in the car, lookin' half-dead
So, I gave him my Cisco and took the 40 to the head

Now, I'm feelin' tipsy and I'm headed for Watts
But wait, what do I see sittin' at the bus stop?
Sexy Susanna had a butt that kills
Pretty long hair but they say it's not real

Aladdin yelled, she threw a rock at my glass
So, I got out my car and drop-kicked her ass
I checked out my window, everything was cool
She was lucky, I was nice and I didn't act a fool

We finally arrived at the party, drunk as a jerk
Got out my car, pressed the kit, so the alarm, would chirp
After that we made our way, I tried not to fall
Couldn't walk a straight line if they let me crawl

Got to the door and what spots my eye?
My homeboy, Mr. Prince, and he's smokin' some Thai
So, I stumbled his way and said, "Hey, pass the jay"
I took a hit for my mouth spray

This girl asked me to dance but I told the hoe no
'Cause she was on my tip cause of my big gold rope
But it seems she got offended, that's splendid
Before she starts somethin', I just slap her and end it

'Cause I feel like a gangster and I just don't care
About a girl with fake drag, fake eyes, fake hair
Fake clothes, fake nails and all that fake jewelry
All she wanna do is tell her friends that she screwed me

I get nutty, act a fool when I want to
Run up when I'm drunk and I just might pump you
Take your car, your wife, keep talkin', your life
Beat you down, like your down and have you smokin' the pipe
Do you know why? Do you know, do you know why? 'Cause I'm cool

Well, kill me
Shoot me, muthafucka
I gotcha
Oh, goddamn

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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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Ain'T Talkin' 'Bout Love - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Ain'T Talkin' 'Bout Love
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, Michael Anthony, David Lee Roth

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Lyric:
I heard the news baby
All about your disease
Yeah, you may have all you want baby
But I got somethin' you need, oh, yeah

Ain't talkin' bout love
Baby, it's rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' bout love
Just like I told you before, yeah, before

You know you're semi-good lookin'
And on the streets again
Ooh yeah, you think you're really cookin' baby
You better find yourself a friend, my friend

Ain't talkin' bout love
Baby, it's rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' bout love
Ain't gonna talk about love
Just like I told you before, before, before, before

Ain't talkin' bout love
Baby, it's rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' bout love
Just like I told you before, before

I been to the edge
And there I stood and looked down
You know I lost a lot of friends there baby
I got no time to mess around

If you want you got to bleed for it baby
Yeah, you've got to, got to bleed for it baby
You've got to, got to bleed for it baby
Hey, you've got to, got to bleed baby

Ain't talkin' bout love
Baby, it's rotten to the core
Ain't talkin' bout love
Just like I told you before, before, before

Ain't talkin' 'bout love
Don't wanna talk about love
Don't need to talk about love
Ain't gonna talk about love no more, no more

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
...

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All About Me - Lyrics - 534 - Memphis Bleek

Title: All About Me
Album: 534
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): M Cox, W Mitchell, J Smith, A Green

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Lyric:
I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt

But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5
Why would God decide to take his life?
There's no such thing as the straight path

So it's whatever with me, I walk through the mind
Feel whatever could hit me
My mind filled with anger hope the angels is with me
Change could be dangerous

Goin' legit could be signing your death certificate
Calling it quits could be the worst thing you do
I mean consider your enemy
He ain't gonna quit 'coz you quit now, is he?
Think about it

So what's on infinitely with me
I'm gonna turn to finity for the tough times I pour Hennessey
In memory of that one thing that meant one thing to me
I'm on, somethin' in me wishin' I wan't born

Come on, a gangsta say quttin' the game
Man, you lookin' at a dead man talkin'
He's always a brother or cousin to somebody you fought
Who might forgive but that don't happen too often

I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt

But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5
Why would God decide to take his life?
There's no such thing as the straight path

I said there's no such thing as the straight path
I said there's no such thing as the straight path

When the gun burn everythin'
You been taught you must unlearn
With one turn of the world, one fatal stroke I'd have lost all hope now I'm goin' for broke

So my new motto is smoke clear, kiss smoke
When you lose everything you love it's time to grip the snob
The time for talking is done, listen for one
If you got that weight on you I'll be liftin' you up
Hope you got that aid on you, I ain't givin' a fuck

If God love me, why I'm missin' my bro?
Is God ugly? If ya'll love me, nigga, wish me love
Appetite for destruction, I'm back popping [Incomprehensible] again
Drinkin' 'nac heavy until I'm happy again

Although I get comfort from friends
I won't be truly happy till I see him I again
So until that day I'm goin' out in the blaze
Hope the world forgive me 'coz I lost my way

I said there's no such thing as the straight path
My brother got hit the other day by straight blasts
In the brain, on the train, on his way to work
A guy that spent most of his life dealin' with dirt

But as soon as he decides to get a 9 to 5
Why would God decide to take his life?
There's no such thing as the straight path

Disappointedly, the craziest things happen
I mean, never knew I'd lose so many people, you know
Such a short time, you know what I'm sayin'?
I'm only twenty five, know what I mean?

Lord, it was not even like I was fifteen know what I'm sayin'?
Lost all hopes by fourteen, know what I mean?
[Incomprehensible]
Lot of stress, man, right now

So much [Incomprehensible], yo, it's time, hold your head up [Incomprehensible]
And to my man Lou who just passed, know what I mean?
All this nonsense goin' on in the street
It's just that life we lead know what I'm sayin'

We caught up in it man, but just when you do dirt
Just know you can never clean it up man
There's no such thing as a straight path

I said there's no such thing as a straight path
Unless you come out the womb on a straight path
And if you live, way I live, dog, how long can that last?
When everyday of our life we live more like a task

I said there's no such thing as a straight path
I said there's no such thing as a straight path

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All I Can Do - Lyrics - All The Time In The World - Jump5

Title: All I Can Do
Album: All The Time In The World
Artist: Jump5
Composer(s): Chris Omartian, Linda Elias, Billy Chapin

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Lyric:
It's like I've got nothing to do but think about you

Everyday is a new day and I don't have to pretend
All my friends think I'm crazy but I don't want this to end

When I have the chance I wanna say to you
Wishing I could take back what I put you through, I'll never do it again
We're like oil and water still we somehow mix
And what used to be broken is somehow fixed, it's hard to explain

I know some people say that opposites attract
If that's the truth then we, we will be together forever

It's like I got nothing to do but think about you
I've got all the time in the world
If you look in my heart you'll know from the start
That's it's all I can do not to think about you

I gave you good reason to walk out that door
Let me tell you I've learned a thing or two
And I'm so amazed at the things you do
Now don't let me go oh no

I know some people say that opposites attract
If that's the truth then we, we're meant to be together forever

It's like I got nothing to do but think about you
I've got all the time in the world
If you look in my heart you'll know from the start
That's it's all I can do not to think about you

I know some people say that opposites attract
If that's the truth then we, we belong together forever

It's like I got nothing to do but think about you
I've got all the time in the world
If you look in my heart you'll know from the start
That's it's all I can do not to think about you

Nothing to do but think about you
I've got all the time in the world
If you look in my heart you'll know from the start
That's it's all I can do not to think about you

Nothing to do but think about you
I've got all the time in the world
If you look in my heart you'll know from the start
That's it's all I can do not to think about you

Nothing to do but think about you
Yeah, come on

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All I Have Is A Song - Lyrics - Endangered Species - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: All I Have Is A Song
Album: Endangered Species
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Johnny Van Zant, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
These ol' white lines on this highway
Lord, it's all I know
Seems like I've been out all my life
But I just can't let it go

Oh, you know I ain't complainin'
'Cause I can tell, Lord, it's just your plan
So I thank you for what I have
And that's a song, all I have is a song

I keep thinkin' about the friends I've had
And all the meories we've shared
They keep comin' back time and time again
Sometimes I wonder, was it worth the cost?
And all I've lost

But you know I ain't complainin'
'Cause I can tell, Lord, it's just your plan
So I thank you for what I have
And that's a song, all I have is a song

So I play this song one more time
'Cause Lord, it's all I know
I'll be standin' at your door
Followin' along

'Cause all I have is a song
And this song will live on
All I have is a song
A piece of me to live on

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Alright - Lyrics - Rhythm Nation 1814 - Janet Jackson

Title: Alright
Album: Rhythm Nation 1814
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, James (Iii) Harris, Janet Damita Jo Jackson

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Lyric:
Baby, baby [Incomprehensible]
(Alright baby)

Seeing that your love's true
Never I'll doubt you
My heart belongs to you
That's alright with me

Worlds could end around me
So in love that I can't see
You and me were meant to be
That's alright with me

Friends come and friends may go
My friend, you're real I know
True self you have shown
You're alright with me

Through thick and thick to thin
I'll love you till the end
You know it's true my friend
You're alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me
(Alright with me)

Catch a fallin' star that shines
Make a wish clap three times
Dreams come true it's in the mind
That's alright with me

Your wish is my command
Never thought I'd fall in love again
Again with my best friend
That's alright with me

Friends come and friends may go
My friend, you're real I know
True self you have shown
You're alright with me

Through thick and thick to thin
I'll love you till the end
You know it's true my friend
You're alright with me

Always and everlasting
This love is just not passing
We're happy as can be
Alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me

Alright with me
(Alright with me)
Alright with me
(Alright)

It's alright, baby
It's alright, I tell you that it's alright with me

Worlds could end around me
So in love, I can't see
You and me were meant to be
That's your love's alright with me

Alright with me
It's alright now, alright
Baby, baby, baby, babe
Baby, baby, baby, babe

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Anti-Climactic - Lyrics - The Great Compromise - Junior Varsity

Title: Anti-Climactic
Album: The Great Compromise
Artist: Junior Varsity
Composer(s): Christopher Michae Birch, Sergio Armando Coronado, Asa Steven Dawson, Nicholas Adam Dodson, Andrew Paul Wildrick

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Lyric:
It's always I feel I'm not sure if I can do anything else
And alcohol fills voids temporarily, it spills out, leaves the wound raw
I feel like hell, at least I know I'm back to my old self

Who would've thought changes effects were so widespread
Who would've thought a friendship's a relationship too
Maybe I shouldn't have friends
And, Christ, how I've grown in the past few weeks
Maybe I shouldn't befriend anyone else till I realize there's

No me in team, no I in said, no me in team, no I in said
Once again I forgot what I am doing
And I don't know who you are fooling
And just for the record, it never means nothing

And I can't keep up, so lay back down
There's still a few minutes to sleep in
And my apartment is as empty as me
Didn't I want it that way, nobody wants it that way

I put myself in stupid situations, I'll never make it out alive
It's hard to make plans when your plan is someone else

No me in team, no I in said, no me in team, no I in said
Once again I forgot what I am doing
And I don't know who you are fooling
And just for the record, it never means nothing

And I can't keep up, so lay back down
There's still a few minutes to sleep in
And my apartment is empty as me
Didn't I want it that way, nobody wants it that way

No time to sleep and I bet you could only guess
How good it feels to be on your own
It's hard to stand when you build your life on someone else
It's hard to breathe when you are running from yourself

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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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Ball Tongue - Lyrics - Korn - Korn

Title: Ball Tongue
Album: Korn
Artist: Korn
Composer(s): Brian Welch, Jonathan Davis, David Silveria, Reginald Arvizu, James Shaffer

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Lyric:
There you are alone
With no hope of ever having
Something to be proud of
Something earned without begging
Yes, I know you're a person
A person close to me
Who do think you are?
And what do you want from me?

(Ball tongue)
You got the dykes off I think they'll mind me
(Ball tongue)
The rag I'm on, we are justified
(Ball tongue)
Congrats you just fucked up my make-up and shit
(Ball tongue)
What have you done for me?
(Whoo, whoo!)

Why are you at home
Buried in your self pity?
Why do you insist on
Living the life clean out of me?
Yes, I know you're the person
The person that took time with me
Does it give you the right to expect
Your life revolves around me?

(Ball tongue)
You have come to take from your buddy
(Ball tongue)
You have never been so funky
(Ball tongue)
The higgle got sick of me
(Ball tongue)
Ahh, the dick is fine for the day
(Ball tongue)
Your brother took it from me
(Ball tongue)
Unidentified enemy
(Ball tongue)
Come fuckin back to save us, and give up, they've come to deliver me

(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in

(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my brother)
Where does our friendship end?
(You were my)
I'm not gonna give in

How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
(Something to have)
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again
How can you fucking doubt me?
But not again

(Ball tongue)
They've driven right by my friends
(Ball tongue)
They've taken the take above me
(Ball tongue)
And you're a psycho monkey
(Ball tongue)
They've come to enslave me
(Ball tongue)
They've jacked themselves onto me
(Ball tongue)
Your fuckin' gangster signs
(Ball tongue)
They've come not to same them but to take
(Ball tongue)
Fuckin' death to fuckin' me

You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths
You're all psychopaths

(Ball tongue)
Jerome died at the technodrome
(Ball tongue)
You're right, he's dead, teargas dropped but who was it?
(Ball tongue)
It doesn't take the rhythm of the damn monger
(Ball tongue)
Can I die, can I die?
(Ball tongue)
And then, the men kept kicking me
(Ball tongue)
He gets them on, and they're cool
(Ball tongue)
He wasn't dead, and then they knocked him on top of the head
(Ball tongue)
No more, he's rid of you and you're a dyke

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Begging - Lyrics - Up the Bracket - Libertines

Title: Begging
Album: Up the Bracket
Artist: Libertines
Composer(s): Carl Barat, Peter Doherty

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Lyric:
All animals we are
Round the bench in the park
Your sisters in the dark today
Watery pinned eyes
My soul has gone a little cold

I maybe maybe next year
If it isn't to dear
We'll get ourself some good time girls
Remember when you pay
You'll pay in many many ways

And he's crossing the road
To get his daily sport

Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh Lord they're begging you
Your friend begging you
What will you do?

And have you heard the singer said
"He's a dead ringer" for
A feeling that I used to know
"Hell" she cries oh hell
No no it's a funny way to go

And he's crossing the road
Picking up his daily sport

Oh now they're begging you
They're begging you
What will you do?
Oh Lord they're begging you
Your friends begging you
What will you do?

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Be Natural - Lyrics - This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Be Natural
Album: This Is My Truth Tell Me Yours
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Sean Moore, Nicholas Allen Jones

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Lyric:
Be natural once in my life
Now I'll have to swallow some pride
Know that I should never give advice
But it's too late now to say goodbye

Be natural, don't want any friends
Be natural, come on and hit me again
Be natural, I'm repeating myself
Be natural, is there anything else?

Starbright keep me safe today and tonight
No water tastes like lemonade
Slowly, slowly it starts to fade

Be natural, with me tonight
Be natural, put your fists in my eyes
Be natural, so turn me to stone
Be natural, just leave me alone

Grown up or backwards born
Into eternity and blackholes
Floating around up here on my own
Screaming at me forever unknown

Be natural, be natural, be natural
Be natural is there anyone else?

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Black Chick White Guy - Lyrics - Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp - Kid Rock

Title: Black Chick White Guy
Album: Early Mornin' Stoned Pimp
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie

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Lyric:
Black chick, white guy
Does it mean shit, maybe?
I don't know, but yo it never phased me
But either way here's one tail

Of two like that and what prevailed
It started way back in the eighth grade
In the small old town where the two both stayed
He came from a family of middle class

Where everything he did he always had to ask
She came from a place that was so alone
You know the same old tail of a broken home
Her momma was an alkie and more like a friend

Had three different kids from three different men
And that's just the way shit was
Couldn't change it, couldn't rearrange it so there it was
Anyway the two kept on

With the phone calls notes and so on and so on
And after the bullshitin' and whatten'
That day came the two started fuckin'
All the time you know kids habit's

Every single day fuckin' like rabbits
Sneakin' out the car when he was 15
Climbin' in the window and fuckin' all night see
Fuckin' during lunch in the junior high bathrooms

Drinking champagne and trippin' on mushrooms
His dick was metal her pussy was a magnet
Ninth grade came, I'm pregnant
Shit got frantic and man, oh Lord it was a tough decision

But they decided to abort it
It might have been right, it might have been wrong
But one thing's for sure, it really fucked his head up
Where is it, who is it, how is it, was it right?

These are the things he thought in bed at night
A lot of people might laugh at this
But fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now as time went on the the two kept on
They kept seeing each other off and on
See she moved to the city and you know what happened
Black chick with a real white accent

Pretty girl in the ghetto go figure
Yeah, she got macked by some dope dealin' nigger
Still seein' that other kid on the side
She kept most of her thoughts inside

See all the first guy did was just love her
While that punk mother fucker used to beat her and punch her
She was livin' all wild
I think all she ever wanted was the love of her own child

She asked the first guy to have his baby
He looked at her like she must be crazy
He was makin' records and goin' on tour
20,000 people hip hoppin' on the floor

And all that while she sat at home and got macked
If she stepped out of line she got slapped
And then one day she prayed to the Lord to take that guy away
And he did, he got caught with a loaded gun

And went to jail, but first she had his son
Oh and now what to do
She had no man, no money, and no clue
Now the other guy came back from tourin'

And she called him up early one mornin'
They hooked up her mind was blown
As he began to raise her son as his own
And that's a lot of shit to deal with man

And if you ain't been there you wouldn't understand
And people still laugh at this shit
Fuck 'em they don't know the half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

Now for the next year there was some good times
A few bad times, mostly good times
See he was a ramblin' man to the bone
He liked women and wine and he loved to roam

Not like she was any kind of Saint
See in this story there's a lot of red paint
But time kept slippin' and made her crazy
And she talked about havin' another baby

The guy was like, oh Lord
We got one now that we can't afford
But she convinced she could handle even two
Said I want your child or I'm leavin' you

I can't figure out why then he didn't run
I guess he was attached to her and her son
All confused about what to do
That girl met another guy and was fuckin' him too

Slut, could barely pay her rent
And then the same old shit, I'm pregnant
And if that ain't some shit 'cuz
The girl didn't even know who the father was

And still by her side the first guy stayed
Head gettin' more fucked by the day
He stuck it out for nine months I don't know why
And then a little girl on the fourth of July

Was born in the front seat of his car
It was amazing
Kinda like a shooting star
He was happy told his family and friends

Only to realize later his little girl wasn't his
And that crushed him quick
Suicidal thoughts were in his head real thick
But before he found all that out

From the same chic another kid popped out
And that shit's real I'll
Girl told him that she was takin' the fuckin' pill
She must have known all along

The little girl wasn't his and she was tryin' to latch on
Three different kids from three different men
History repeats itself again
And after some more shit got stirred

He kicked that bitch to the curb
And now from her, he's got a little boy that makes him laugh a bit
Huh, And he loves him
But still you don't know the fuckin' half of it

Ain't no sunshine when you're low, I'm low
People tell me life's a game, I'm not playin'
Bitches don't mean shit to me anymore
I have taken my blows, I'm still standin'

I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'
I'm still standin'

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