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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A Day In The Life - Lyrics - John Lennon

Title: A Day In The Life
Artist: John Lennon
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

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Lyric:
I read the news today, oh boy
About a lucky man who made the grade
And though the news was rather sad
Well, I just had to laugh
I saw the photograph

He blew his mind out in a car
He didn't notice that the lights had changed
A crowd of people stood and stared
They'd seen his face before
Nobody was really sure if he was from the House of Lords

I saw a film today, oh boy
The English army had just won the war
A crowd of people turned away
But I just had to look, having read the book
I'd love to turn you on

Woke up, got out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late

Found my coat and grabbed my hat
Made the bus in seconds flat
Found my way upstairs and had a smoke
And somebody spoke and I went into a dream
Ahh, ahh, ahh

I read the news today, oh boy
Four thousand holes in Blackburn, Lancashire
And though the holes were rather small
They had to count them all
Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall
I'd love to turn you on

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Add It Up - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Add It Up
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
The first time that I saw, you were modestly waiting for a bus
Now you're driving around in hired limousines and you talk so upper class
The cost is high, but it's not the only price you ultimately pay
Add it up, you might have got some money but you lost me on the way

Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh

Ah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Cartier, Cartier
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci

Add it up
You multiplied and multiplied but what's it leading to?
Add it up
The only thing subtracted is the love I had for you

So add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh

Symbols of perversion and insanity
Symbols of social immorality
Symbols of economic cruelty
Symbolize all what you did to me

Ah, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Cartier, Cartier
Gucci, Gucci, Gucci, Gucci
Cartier, Cartier

Money can't cover up the fact
You're getting older every day
And you can't disguise your sad little eyes
That give your loneliness away

Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
Add it up, oh
...

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A.D.I.D.A.S - Lyrics - Killer Mike

Title: A.D.I.D.A.S
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Antwan Patton, Michael Santigo Render, David A Sheats

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Lyric:
Pussy nigga what you doin'

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

65 Chevrolet Ipmala peachy cream
Cruisin' down the street like two fingers
'Cause the ivory is clean
Talkin' 'bout meetin' at the MC room
On the inside of the ship
Not a honey dip to hunt on
'Cause she mobile than a grip
Or the blue man group
Caught out on the Vegas strip
Tell em' a good game, Juju pimpin'
Give em' to my nigga dime legit

Boss lips, legs, arms, necks
Hip dips, hair net, mo' stretch
It's a camel toe and thats fo' sho
My brain is on one track
Like Mary, Mary toss for crackle like a rock star does for smack
None of that but the female genatalia's where it's at
I'm a man and I demand a wo-man for that act
Personal preference 'cause I use the law of nature as a reference
No I don't ever recall seein' a man turn up pregnant
But that's just me from them female fantasies frolic freely
In my cock pit, every 30 some seconds I can't stop it

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

Killer kill from Adamsville and in a Bonneville I chill
Heffers call me Black-n-Decker, I don't screw them hoes I drill
I've been cuttin' cute lil' coochies since before the record deal
Catch me daydreamin' 'bout them, thick, medium, or slim
Doctors call the thing vagina, in the hood we call it trim
White boys call it snatch, Puerto Ricans call it chocha
Nathaniel likes his white, I like mine dark as cola
It's the first thing on my mind in the morn' when I roll over
All men young or old in the end it's what we after
Even my grandpappy's happy, he got prescribed viagra

{Grandaddy, grandaddy
What's up? What's up? It's me
Hey let me get about three of them blue diamonds
I promise I got you some tomorrow}

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

When I drill, I don't spill, even if she's on the pill
Keep my weapon covered, concealed, and in a shield
'Cause I don't need that AIDS
A D and an a missin' out my Adidas
Plus, we don't need no DNA mixin' between us
We just need to keep this thing friendly and hush hush
On the down low, like R. Kelly and youngsters
But over eighteen only 'cause baby I'm no perv
From the tour bus to the lobby, elevator to the room
We can jump each others bones but there's no jumpin' brooms

{Buffoon you are too consumed in the womb
It is too early for you to jump the broom, boom}

(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
The way you move your sexy groove
I've got my mind all over you
(All day I dream about)
(All day I dream about sex)
You say you were so sick of it
I'm tired of jackin' off 'cause you ain't there

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Ain'T Ever Goin' Back - Lyrics - Master of Disaster - John Hiatt

Title: Ain'T Ever Goin' Back
Album: Master of Disaster
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

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Lyric:
Come out of a fireball
Notes burning and the letters scrawled
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Bare light, bulb and a hotplate
Was there that I finally met my fate
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

She danced the room and she made it fine
I sang a song about a crooked line
I ain't ever goin' back no more

And she's my first love and she's my last
Don't ask me how it ever came to pass
'Cause I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ain't ever going back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

A pint of gin and a long bus trip
Somebody said, "You just get over it"
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

I see her face at every shitty bar
That I have to play to pay for this guitar
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

I'm singing every song for her tonight
So bartender, would you hit the lights?
'Cause I ain't ever goin' back no more

A little something to remember me
It's been so long, Lord, she mustn't see
I ain't ever goin' back no more
And I ain't ever goin' back

I ain't ever goin' back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Dust settles in a darkened room
Whiskey steals away the sense of doom
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

We made love and we made hate
Never could seem to get it straight
I ain't ever goin' back no more, baby

You're branded on my soul and in my mind
I keep running up and down this old fence line
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Only one thing in my life is true
Honey, I will remember you
And I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ain't ever goin' back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

Don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ain't ever goin' back no more
Wouldn't even try to find that door
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I don't care what the past has in store
I ain't ever goin' back no more
I ain't ever goin' back no more

I ever goin' back no more
Ever goin' back no more
Ever goin' back no more

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Ain'T No Cure For Love - Lyrics - The Essential Leonard Cohen - Leonard Cohen

Title: Ain'T No Cure For Love
Album: The Essential Leonard Cohen
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen

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Lyric:
I loved you for a long, long time, I know this love is real
It don't matter how it all went wrong, that don't change the way I feel
And I can't believe that time's gonna heal this wound I'm speaking of
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

I'm aching for you baby, I can't pretend I'm not
I need to see you naked in your body and your thought
I've got you like a habit and I'll never get enough
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love, there ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide, the doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure for love
There ain't no drink, no drug, ah tell them, angels
There's nothing pure enough to be a cure for love

I see you in the subway and I, I see you on the bus
I see you lying down with me, I see you waking up
I see your hand, I see your hair, your bracelets and your brush
And I call to you, I call to you, but I don't call soft enough
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

I walked into this empty church I had no place else to go
When the sweetest voice I've ever heard, whispered to my soul
I don't need to be forgiven for loving you so much
It's written in the scriptures, it's written there in blood
I even heard the angels declare it from above
There ain't no cure, there ain't no cure, there ain't no cure for love

There ain't no cure for love, there ain't no cure for love
All the rocket ships are climbing through the sky
The holy books are open wide, the doctors working day and night
But they'll never ever find that cure, that cure for love

No cure for love, there ain't no cure for love
No cure for love, there ain't no cure for love

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All Good - Lyrics - The Naked Truth - Lil' Kim

Title: All Good
Album: The Naked Truth
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Christopher Wallace, Roger Greene, Jean Claude Olivier, Sean Combs, Kimberly Jones, James Mtume, Darrin Lockings

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Lyric:
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

Every word I utter, I feel strictly gutter
That's why I touch more green than Tiger's putter
So you mad motherfuckers mutter what you wanna
I ain't worried 'bout none of ya and I'll say it in front of ya
I hear the snakes hiss, talkin' reckless
Thought I'd let it go and I wouldn't stress it
Haters in the street, y'all worse than the press is
And they all wanna hang like the charm on my necklace

I guess things just ain't the same for gangsters
How a snitch nigga make a record called "Wankstas"
Everything these haters do just to degrade ya
Only made me strong, I say thanks for the favor
Now the D.A. wanna give me time in the feds
I'm from Brooklyn, I could do that time on my head
Comes down with my weave straight sittin' on bread
At the gate, gettin' picked up in a new Coupe [Incomprehensible]

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

See, I know how it feel to wake up fucked up
Pockets broke as hell, my nigga need bail
It's been a couple weeks and he been sittin' in a cell
The only way to reach him through phone calls and mail
Balloons stuffed with lah up in the chocha
Now my man in the can gettin' money and gettin' high

He used to keep me fly, he had the 6, I had the 5
So you know a chick gon' ride or die for her guy
At age 14, I was puttin' in work, at age 16, I was movin' that work
Gettin' paid for drivin' state to state
Smugglin' weight, prayin' I don't bump into jake
I traveled through a few places with the burners in the suitcases
Thank God for Big
Damn right, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

Cowards huff and they puff but won't blow shit down
I come through like two airplanes in midtown
Nigga, my get back's the get down
Hit the big nigga first and make the rest sit down
They all talk loud, when they see you, they quiet down
Fagots violated, I wish they'd try now
Just watch how they bitch up, story start to switch up
Punks gettin' left off right where I pick up

Picture in Vogue, Spring-Summer issue
Shoot game official like a ref with a whistle
You know when I do it, I'm doin' it monumental
Leave you speechless kinda like an instrumental
They ask me if I know what true happiness is
Do I ever feel regret for all the things I did?
Hell no, I love the life I live
'Cause I went from negative to positive and it's all

It's all good
Niggaz run around stuntin' and frontin'
It's all good
Talkin' shit but ain't sayin' nuttin'
It's all good
It's aight 'cause they time is comin'
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good
They hatin' on me but they copy my style
It's all good
Cracked a smile when they saw me on trial
It's all good
You know you can't keep a good bitch down
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good

It's all good
If you hustlin' and huggin' the block
It's all good
Workin' 9 to 5, punchin' the clock
It's all good
It don't matter how you get that guap
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good
It's all good

It's all good
If you drivin' or ridin' the bus
It's all good
In the struggle and the times is tough
It's all good
It don't matter, you can ride with us
It's all good
It's all good, it's all good

It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good, gangster
It's all good
It's all good

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Always In The Band - Lyrics - Mountains - Lonestar

Title: Always In The Band
Album: Mountains
Artist: Lonestar
Composer(s): Ron Harbin, Richie Mcdonald, Jerry Vandiver

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Lyric:
High school halftime, Friday night
Standing on the fifty yard line
Big old blue and gold tuba in my hand
I could see Katie Ann in the popcorn line
Couldn't see how to make her mine
I was always in the band

At eighteen I found a cheap guitar
Became Seeger and Willie in a Smokey bar
And bared my soul behind a rusty old Mic stand
I get her name and number on a second break
Watch someone dance my chance away
I was always in the band

Sometimes this dream demands more than I can give it
But even still I don't regret a single minute
Oh, to hear you laugh, to feel your pain
To see a thousand waving flames
It's just a part of me, that's who I am
I was always in the band

Met her backstage before a show
Las Vegas Rodeo
Three months later I asked her for her hand
We tied the knot on the 6th of June
Woulda had a honeymoon
But I was always in the band

Left Dallas on the way to Omaha
Round Topeka when I got the call
Baby's coming, honey, get here when you can
Yeah, I guess I shoulda turned that bus around
I'da let 30,000 people down
I was always in the band

Sometimes this dream demands more than I can give it
But even still I don't regret a single minute
Oh, to hear you laugh, to feel your pain
To see a thousand waving flames
It's just a part of me, thank God she understands
I was always in the band

I was always in the band

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Animal - Lyrics - Reality Check - Juvenile

Title: Animal
Album: Reality Check
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Teruis Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Gentlemen and ladies, it's your boy, the dude
Freaky, fre-fre-fresh
We gon' bring it to you somethin' like this

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

How you just gon' back me up and I'm 2 dollars from bein' rich
You oughta be grateful a nigga like me even see you bitch
I was thinkin' about rockin' Arribas, but the gators look nice
Nigga was talkin' about they was comin' out like players tonight

They won't let me in with my pistol, I'm okay with the knife-a
Anything I can get my hands on when the fight starts
Could get one of these hoes that's gotta stand, by the right bar
Get the wife and she could [Incomprehensible] light stars

She ain't stupid, she recognize who it is
Enjoy the lyrics on the records, play the songs for the kids
For instance, I can come through bouncin' in this bitch like what
And she's figured this shit, she ready to give that life up

Wonderin' how do it feel to be with G's like us
Be in a better situation than that all night bus
You're wild hoe be fuckin' up my G's
You better get back, I spent six and a quarter for these, ya hear me?

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

I see you watchin' how the boy comes to Grover
And you wanna overthrown him, knock him off his throne
Your potnahs rockin' with you 'til they find out who it is
Then they gon' try to convince y'all to leave it alone

I'm here to sabotage what enemies accomplish
They're not about the camouflage, the homies that I ride with
I keeps it ghetto for my street people and convicts
I don't vouch for nobody, I just make sure I pay homage

Hey shorty, this nigga here's a vet like Shaq
I don't have to control the ball but I control that rap
If I smack you on your ass you gonna throw that back
They like it when a gangster take control like that

She feels protected when she in that Lexus
Givin me head, got me takin' all wrong exits
I'm not the people you should be upset with
I don't mean no harm baby and I'm not sexist

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

A gangsta still fightin' charges but he totes that glock
Like a junkie with a pipe up in the smoke crack spot
I be in every hood, see I knows the block
From Watts to one-fo'-fifth by the clothing shops

Nope, I ain't rockin' with them boys I was with
But I'm still blingin' and showin' off my toys in this bitch
When a real nigga show up hoes switch up they games
Tell us who they really is and give y'all different names

Claimin', she ain't nuttin' like them boys be sayin'
Shit I'm only tryin' to knock the pussy outta the frame
Look here, I tried to chill but they gave me some mills
Me and Mannie back at it, 'bout to get another deal

I got my hand wrapped around the steerin' wheel
Hoes like eww, they can't understand the grill
Skip called me up he got them all on chill
Well, let's go and get us some hoes so we can do this heah, y'know

Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
Woof, I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal
I'm a animal, yes, I am a animal

Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it
Get gorilla with it, get gorilla with it

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Around The Way Girl - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Around The Way Girl
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Rick James, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(On your loving)

I want a girl with extensions in her hair
Bamboo earrings
At least two pair
A Fendi bag and a bad attitude
That's all I need to get me in a good mood
She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang
I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing
Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop
Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop
She likes to dance to the rap jam
She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams
Honey coated complexion
Using Camay
Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine
That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme
To all the cuties in the neighborhood
Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would
Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk
Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk
With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them
You can break hearts and manipulate minds
Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind
You always know what to say and do
Cold flip when you think your man is playing you
Not cheap but petty
You're ready for loving
You're real independent so your parents be bugging
But if you ever need a place to stay
(Oooh you love me)
Come around my way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
To the bridge
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Perm in your hair or even a curly weave
With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve
I tell you come here
You say meet me half way
Cause brothers been popping that game all day
Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel
All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool
Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts
While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court
Going to the movies with your home girls crew
While the businessmen in suits be hawking you
Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining
I think you in the mood for whining and dining
So we can go out and eat somewhere
We got a lot of private jokes to share
Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She don't love him
(You got me shook)
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be
(Oooh you love me)
She oh yea
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
The only one for me
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

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At The Back Of The Shell - Lyrics - No Wow - Kills

Title: At The Back Of The Shell
Album: No Wow
Artist: Kills
Composer(s): Alison Mosshart, Jamie Hince

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Lyric:
Kiss all your fingers, what's that for?
You'll never get to Heaven with you shirt all tore
Cut through your finger and cut you loose
Lost a lot a blood, lost a lot a cool, cool, cool

Now it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
Now it ain't such a thrill

It get's a little dirty like the guts of a hack
And you'll never get it back, you'll never get the damn thing back
Looked a picture, took up half the roll
The way you went and took off half your clothes

And now it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It started at the back of the shell
Now it ain't such a thrill

Running to catch up, the last city bus
Wearing out your yellow hulla dress
Lipstick a mess, your ch-ch-cherry best
Kissing on the window just to check on the red

You know, it ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It started at the back of the shell
Now it ain't such a thrill

It ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill
It ain't such a thrill

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Best Dress - Lyrics - Todd Smith - Ll Cool J

Title: Best Dress
Album: Todd Smith
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Pharrell L Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey, hey

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

54-11's poppin' wheelies front of Willyburgers
Candy apple M3's, slidin' out gently
Rollin up in Bentleys, Tyson was the champ then
Right after the Rooftop, years before the Hamptons

You was a ghetto queen and a diamond in the rough
You was so beautiful and the world was so rough
Your man was locked up cause the cops popped up
You dropped out of school on top of that you knocked up

He was yo' crush, you was his crutch
He'll be gone a dime and it's hard to stay in touch
Your moms say you stupid but you love him so much
Now it's, broken dreams and broken Beemers in the dust

Standin' up on a crowded bus, for college courses
Stay on course when it gets rough, you never lost it
Stay strong baby trust, you'll be back flossin'
Diamond studs and linen crush keep your head up

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

Her boyfriend's comin' through with them hickeys on his neck
He claims he's lovin' her but never shows her no respect
All she knows is neglect, a lifetime of stress
Big momma, huh momma, now lil' momma is next

You can see the effects of gettin' treated incorrect
'Cause she let the cycle continue, make excuses for his steps
Her girlfriends tried to warn her, all he wanted was the sex
Once he get it, then he gone, then it's on to somethin' fresh

Somethin' new, nothin' borrowed, nothin' blue, no weddin' dress
But that's aight, you still young, you got your lifetime left
You gotta leave all that alone, find yourself
There's no love until you love you remind yourself

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

To all my ghetto girls all around the world
You know the ones with the weaves and the Shirley Temple curls
Keep fightin', uh baby girl keep fightin', yeah, yeah
To all my ghetto queens survivin' by all means

There's a rock and a hard place you somewhere in between
Keep fightin', uh baby girl keep fightin', yeah
To all my single mommas you been strugglin' with drama
Doin' what you gotta but still keepin' your honor
Keep fightin', uh, baby girl keep fightin', yeah yeah, sing it

We gon' get it poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight
Once we start it ain't no stoppin' girl
Get your best dress on tonight

This is for the girls
With all those ghetto curves
But we gon' get to poppin' now girl
Get your best dress on tonight

Get your best dress on tonight
Get your best dress on tonight
Get your best dress on tonight

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Bow Wow (That'S My Name) (Remix) - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Bow Wow (That'S My Name) (Remix)
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Francois De Roubaix, George Jr Clinton, Bryan-Michael Cox, Jermaine Dupri, David L Spradley, Garry M Shider

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Lyric:
Say, say, bow wow wow
Bow Wow, Snoop Dogg, yeah
My name is

Hair nappy but I'm happy pocket full of dough
From the CO, representin' So So
The girls recognize an' these do too
I'm the flyest thing walkin' through junior high school

So make room next to your little Backstreet poster
'Cause Bow Wow's here an' it's over, ya heard?
I'm this, I'm that, I'm all of the above
In a big body shot, ridin' on dubs

I've been seen with the baddest, heard with the best
An' I got it locked down from the East to the West
Look at my eyes, ya know I ain't playin'
That's why all through the streets, all I hear sayin' is

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Now that the gates wide open, it is I who they runnin' from
Little with the ill crossover like Iverson
In 2K, my way an' I'm the first to rock
First to drop, ice in the bezel of a G Shock

Like B.I.G. an' Pac, I'm hard to forget
What makes it even worse, I'm just gettin' started
Yeah, that's me that's got your daughter in a frenzy
Yeah, that's me that's got her arguin' with her friends

About who gone? Gimme when they see me
Sayin', "Do you see him?", "Ooh, he the man"
Thirteen, game locked, don't trip
All that an' a bag of chips, 'Hi, my name is'

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Woof mother, the Dogg came to play
Calgon, Calgon, take me away
I'm in the Dirty Dirty with my nephew J

Dizzy, izzy, boy we gettin' busy
With Lil' Bow Wizzy, this shit is off the heezy
I threw him like a Frisbee an' yeah, he came back
Like a boomerang, Dogg Pound game

Hundred thousand dollar chains
What'chu say, J.D.? Bling, bling, money ain't a thang
Ya ask me again an' I'ma tell you the same
I'm flippin' on these, while I'm trippin' on these

Buck one, buck two, buck three, buck four
You standin' on the wall, bust a bus
But you can't trust her, it's good game
An' all my, represent yo' bang

Put it up, now click clack it up
An' all the, bag it up 'cause I wanna smack it up
We do it to ya Doggystyle
Big Bow Wow in yo' mouth, bow wow

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all my girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down say

Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
Where my dogs at? Bark with me now
Bow wow wow yippie yo yippie yay
An' all the girls around the world
That love how it's goin' down

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Brand New Country Star - Lyrics - Living And Dying In 3/4 Time - Jimmy Buffett

Title: Brand New Country Star
Album: Living And Dying In 3/4 Time
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Jimmy Buffett, Vernon Arnold

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Lyric:
Well he outgrew his sequined suit
Sold his Trailways bus
Let his hair get a little too long
His duck tails bit the dust

His custom made, pearl-inlaid
Guitar slipped from his hand
And in its place a new electrical one
He had flown in from Japan

'Cause he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin'
Brand new country star
He rides around in a Lincoln Continental
No steer horns on his car

Oh the record men say, he's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
He can either go Country or Pop

He's got a good ol' friend named 'Texas Ben'
Tells him all the spots to play
And a sweet little lady, he calls her 'Sexy Sadie'
She's a' with the boy night and day

They're gonna open up a chain of fancy bowlin' lanes
The first one in his old home town
And on ribbon cuttin' day they'll come from miles away
The folks'll all gather 'round

And sing, he's a cheeseburger eatin', abandoned Sunday meetin'
Brand new country star
Yeah he rides around in his Lincoln Continental
No steer horns on his car

Oh the record men say, he's the livin' end
They're gonna spin him right to the top
Yeah he's a hot roman candle from the Texas panhandle
He can either go Country or Pop, I mean, he can either go Country or Pop

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Bus To Birmingham - Lyrics - John Michael Montgomery

Title: Bus To Birmingham
Artist: John Michael Montgomery
Composer(s): Jess Brown, Tony Lane

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Lyric:
She didn't see me see her cryin'
As she sat there by the window
On a southbound Greyhound leavin' town
The hardest thing I've ever done
Was to walk away and let that woman go
'Cause she came close to turnin' me around

Now I know she missed her mama
'Cause that's the kind of life she comes from
Ain't no kind of life I'm ever gonna have
She said, she'd call me from the station
But I'll be gone before she gets there
And I'll see her every time I'm lookin' back

Heaven knows I ain't no angel
And I don't always do the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham

Tonight I'll slip back in the shadows
And I'll sip a glass of whiskey
And I'll try to keep from whisperin' her name
But there's some highways I ain't driven
And there's some towns that I ain't lived in
And there's some times that I can't get out of the rain

And Lord I can't bear to break
Another promise that I made her
So I made out like I wanted her to go
And I'm better off believin'
That she's better off without me
'Cause I don't want her to see me do her wrong

Heaven knows I ain't no angel
And I don't always do the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham

Heaven knows I don't always to the right thing
And right now I know that she don't understand
But I'll sleep better knowin'
The only thing I ever loved
Is on that bus to Birmingham

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Cadillac Pussy - Lyrics - Kid Rock - Kid Rock

Title: Cadillac Pussy
Album: Kid Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Robert Ritchie

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Lyric:
I've seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When I was on tour in Baton Rouge
A mean little missy with an attitude
I played it smooth, no need to be rude

I stopped the ship, stepped off like chewie
Ran some game like Louie Louie
Talked her on the bus, talked her out of her shorts
No lie y'all, I'm here to report

She had some cadillac pussy
Some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy

She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild

I seen a fly slimmy on the avenue
When I was on tour in Baton Rouge
A mean little missy with an attitude
I played it smooth, no need to be rude

I stopped the ship, stepped off like chewie
Ran some game like Louie Louie
Talked her on the bus, talked her out of her shorts
No lie y'all, I'm here to report

She had some cadillac pussy
Some cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
Cadillac pussy

She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild
She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild

Cadillac pussy, cadillac pussy
Cadillac pussy, cadillac pussy
She had some cadillac pussy
Man, it would drive you wild

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Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version) - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Can I Get A... (Unedited Version)
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Rob Mays, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ya-yah-yah, ya-ya-yah-yeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Get it

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, uhh

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh uh major coins

Bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Yeah, not done

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uh-uh uh uh

You ain't gotta be rich but funk dat
How abitchgonna get around your bus pass
? Put thisasson your mustache
Can you afford me, my ? ? this, never corny
Ambition makes me, so horny, I come fussin in the
Front end, if you got nuttin, baby boy, you betta
"Git up, git out and get somethin"shit
I like a, lot of pravada, alize and baca
Late nights, candlelight, can I tear thecockup
Get it up I put it down anytime it pop up
I got to snap em, let it loose, then I knock ya
Feel the juice, then I got ya, when you produce a rocka
I let you meet momma and introduce you to poppa
My,shitremains in a Gucci name
Never test my patience sweetie, I'm high maintenance
High class, if you ain't rollin, bypass
If you ain't holdinshit, I dash yo

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce for me, bounce for me

Uhh

Can I hit in the morning
Without giving you half of my dough
And even worse if I was broke would you want me?
If I couldn't get you finer things
Like all of them diamond ringsniggazkill for
Would you still roll?
If we couldn't see the sun risin off the shore of Thailand
Would you ride then, if it wasn't droppin?
If wasn't ah, eight figureniggaby the name of jigga
Would you come around naked, would you clown me?
If I couldn't flow futuristic would ya
Put your two lips on mydick, kiss it - could ya
See yourself with aniggaworkin harder than 9 to 5
Contend with six, two jobs to survive, or
Do you need a balla? so you can shop and tear the mall up?
Brag, tell your friends what I bought ya
If you couldn't see yourself with aniggawhen his dough is low
Baby girl, if this is so, yo

Can ya can ya can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-geyeah-geyeah

Can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh

Gi-gi-gi-gi can ya bounce wit me, bounce wit me

Uhh! yeah

It ain't even a question
How my dough flows, you good if you got those
Lady, ride in your bump, like a tahoe
What you ain't know, it's eazy, but hear me though
Baby girl, best have my, money fo' sho'
Before they go, runnin they mouth, promotin half
I be bangin they, back out, go 'head, let it out
I leave em with no doubts, bounce, toss a hundred
Makin em feel, taunted even if they don't want it
It's been so long
Since I met a chick ain't on my tips but then I'm
Dead wrong, when I tell em be gone
So hold on to the feelin of flossin and platinum
Cause from now on, you can witness ja the i-con
With hoodies and timbs on, cause I thugs my women
Veve, studs my women, if you wit me you wit em
I'm talkin bout good livin are we here, you wit us?
If not boo, you know what, I still got you

Can I get a what what
To these chickens from all of my doves
Who don't love those, they get no dough

Can I get a woop woop
To these fellas from all of my ladies
Who don't got love for players without dubs?

Now can you bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Wit me wit me wit me bounce wit me, bounce wit me
Bounce bounce wit me wit me wit me wit me
Can ya bounce wit me wi me
Ge-gi, ge-gi-gi-gi-geyeah

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Carousels - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: Carousels
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Chris Kleinberg, Richard Mazzotta, Daniel Steven Pishcok, Aaron Weiss, Michael Weiss

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Lyric:
On a bus ride into town
I wondered out loud, "Why am I going to town?"
And as I looked around
At the billboards and the stores

I thought, "Why do I look around?"
And I kissed the filthy ground
First dry spot I found
And I didn't have to wonder why I was laying down

Before long I was too cold
Took a bus back to the station
I found a letter left by a pay phone
With no return contact

And it read like a horn blown by some sad angel
"Bunny, it was me, it was me who let you down"
It was the shyest attempt I'd ever seen at conversation

If I didn't have you as my guide
I'd still wander lost in Sinai
Counting the plates of cars from out-of-state
(How I could jump in their path as they hurry along)

You surround me
You're pretty but you're all I can see like a thick fog
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long

And Bonner fair always came through
The first week of September
But it's already the 19th
And there's no sign of it

Yet, I have a hard time
Remembering all the things that I should remember
And a hard time
Forgetting the all things that I am supposed to forget

Oh Christ, when You're ready to come back
And I think I'm ready for You to come back
But if You want to stay wherever exactly it is You are
That's okay too, it's really none of my business

If I didn't have You as my guide
I'd still be wandering lost in Sinai
Or down by the tracks watching trains go by to remind me
There are places that aren't here

I had a well but all the water left
So I'll ask Your forgiveness with every breath
If there was no way into God
I would never have laid in this grave of a body for so long, dear

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Chicken Hawk - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: Chicken Hawk
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Henrik Milling Rasmussen, Dedrick D'Mon Rolison

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Lyric:
Quietly I stalk niggas, call me the Chicken Hawk
Approach with my gun in a 2 one one
As I sickum, lay my victum, may I lickum
All action stop nobody move no pop

As I reck shop red alert make yo blood squirt
When I work in the brownies and the high top chucks to do dirt
Keep it sound, put it down my way
Protected by an AK, as I search for my pray

Through the ghetto, hit the peddle every corner I'm torning
Look for the money the kilos and the gallons of shermin' nigga
Till we meet I stash my heat, 'neath in my baggage
Do damage nasty as a savage, lookin' for the cabbage

Its own 20 grand I spot a bird in hand
As I spread my wing spand I swoop ready to land
Gotta get heem hit the spot grab the sacka nd I shake it blessed
With the game to make it bus its easier to take it, nigga

I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
Don't make me kill everybody on this motherfucker

On a late night, creep the hawk soars on a mission
Mashin' through the hood nerd this nigga had the chickens
36 zones in each sack to be exact
Got 50 G's or more in street value worth of crack

As he put it down out of control with the cavey
Got Benzos on the grass twistin' front and back Cadeys
Capacino sted of coffe moet, no more rossie Rolex diamonds
All glossy, glossy Mr. Flossy

Sewed up the block keys to double up rock
I gotta lick heem nigga want know heen when I get heem me
Shoot strate never hesitate fools co-operate
Or I dagun tagum body bagum with my magnum

Heat in yo' chest how we do it in the west
I gaffle up yo' dope and fly back to my nest
I stalk hit up in chalk all over the sidewalk
It's Mack 10 foe life better know as the chicken hawk

Allo
Yeah nigga, I got yo bitch, so take all the chicks you got
And put 'em in a dumpster behind the
[Incomprehensible] or I killin' this motherfucker
Fuck this nigga don't give any shit
Bitch shut the fuck up right now

On a midnight flight the hawk glides through the breeze
Pull my wings at eaze as I lands in the palm trees
Overlook my lick, set my scope like a sniper
Hawk the bitch piper, be alarmed foe the type a fool

That ah hoo ride when he doo ride
I came ruff out the box Inglewood school of hard nots, nigga
A gaffle dick is all I ever gave a hoe
Where peneltons not a cape, so I can't save a hoe

Mack 10 just stepped off the 'Planet of the Apes'
Foe the money and dope, I never rapes I duck tapes
Bitches I mackum down, flagum down they pull over
Fill lucky as a fowe leaf, clover in a Range Rover

They never know its the hawk his self
My eyes reder than red with St. Ides on my breff
I draw down all this licken got me nervous so I'm twitchin'
Bitch two to the dome or take me to yo nigga chickens

I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga
I'm a chicken hawk huntin' for a chicken
Stickin', my hit to ya brain with the cane, nigga

Foe life

Hello?
Oh I see you Mr. Funny Man
Aw motherfuckin'
Yeah you're the kind of nigga that
[Incomprehensible] with your bitch
Well listen to this motherfucker

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