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

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

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

Lil' Flip
Represent
7-1-3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Adrenaline - Lyrics - Murda Muzik - Mobb Deep

Title: Adrenaline
Album: Murda Muzik
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Albert J Johnson, Kejuan W Muchita

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Lyric:
Bring it to these niggas son
Yeah, it's that war shit
It's that war shit
[Incomprehensible]
And you know what Dun

It makes you sick to hear the Mobb bang like this
Infamous for the world to hate or play this
Don't give a fuck if you can't rock with this
My dun's heads bop to this, we stand out like a tourist
And make more noise than them other rap niggas
No gimmicks, just pure adrenaline

Raw lyrics, incredible beats, don't mean to rub it in
But you're small time, beneath our feet
Straight ass cheeks, niggas be askin' for ass whippings
Guns kick like Pelle, my big shit be jumping like Jordan
Often lay a man down on the floor, when it gets like that
I'm not blowing off rounds, so you can hear sounds

So you can run back, actin' like you a vet
And swearin' you dead, you survived some real shit
Now what's this? It's not going down like this
Ground that nigga like punishment
Dumpin' out full clips when we dumb out
Though I'd rather do music and chill the fuck out

Dun you bugged out, I'm trying to walk a peaceful route
But niggas always got mouth 'til that piece come out
And niggas always gonna think something sweet
Until they least expect you bringing action exactly

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Feel the gat blow while your shit rips
My shit'll hit while you lettin' niggas go
So you can lower the wrist
That'll only put odds against any attempt
Any provoke uprise, you ain't got it in you
First of all, you too soft for fastball

Point game track, y'all merk like a jaguar nascar
And be out Buck 80 on the slow mar
Hennesy spillin' all over my radar
Stay charged, niggas getting amped off the Mobb shit
Have you wildin' out on some club shit
Fit to make you dance at the same time, stop and glance
Slap flames out the nigga with the wrong idea

Young niggas, young minds, but that quite contraire
Young niggas, smart niggas, who started from the stairs
How dare, you try to come around the way?
In fear like a nigga that been there for years
Shout words that we live, but don't play with it
'Cause when the shit go down, you be like they did it

It be the guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Taste test this, military shit, bitches love this
They mans wanna dub this, thugness
It ain't easy to find, shit like mine
I'm a rare species, you're a dime a gross
That's a dozen heist the least, keep silence the most
Regulate with the rest of my establishment
Blast out the pockets of coke, make the cops boat
I break down your whole background yo

Irons, a permanent flesh, your clothes soakin'
You feel the shot pain every heartbeat throbbin'
Don't get excited, you'll only make it worse fighting
Spent most of my nights graveyard shifting
Make burial grounds, be that man, grim reaper
With all pleasure, pick his feet up, pick the heat up
Let's do it like the crematory
Make it hot, make the temperature rise like mercury

When I feel like getting' bent
Yo don't fuck with it Dun
I'm a drink away the pain until the brain get numb
Can't take all my dogs getting lost in the fog
Never to return, I guess they heard God's call
And nature don't surprise me now
Prepare for the worst, and never believe the silver line clouds
Scrutinize crowds, my surroundings
Get suspect, we start four-poundin' shit

Picture me up in the mix
With the next man broke and is on my dick
A good man of plenty, but an enemy, it was clear
I just be another problem, that he feenin' to fix
But I can't have that, pull out, I try to grab that
Caught one nigga's like Mahadat

Guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

I say guns, money, pussy, cars
Drugs, jewels, clothes, brawls, killings
Boroughs, buildings, diseases, stress
In these N.Y.C

Tonight we gon' get this party early
So let's get it right

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After Party - Lyrics - Mars / Venus - Koffee Brown

Title: After Party
Album: Mars / Venus
Artist: Koffee Brown
Composer(s): Teron Beal, A Gordon, E Laues, J Campbell, N Butler, W Gilchrist

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Lyric:
And you don't stop, keep keep it on
Keep it on, keep, keep it on
You don't stop, keep keep it on
(Welcome to the after party)
Keep, keep it on, where da party at

After the party
Let's take a little time
And talk about it
What's going through your mind

And as we're shakin'
Oh, it looks so right
I wanna ride

See I would be lyin'
If I didn't tell you
It made me wanna flip
And you can't tell me
You ain't feelin' the same

Girl it's our chemistry
Like icing on the cake
I hope you stay
So we can do our thang
After the party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

After the party
Let's go somewhere and finish
What we started
'Cause right from the beginning
I was on it

I know you felt these thighs
You know I felt you rise
So why don't we slide
Up off the dance floor

You and me
'Cause I wanna know
Just how deep
Does your lovin' go
So tell your boys, "Good night"
'Cause we're going right
After the party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Sweet baby come with me
'Cause I wanna do you right
Don't hold back, baby where you at
'Cause I wanna get inside

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
(Baby do your thing)
Don't stop if the music drops
(Rock with me)
Get on top, you can take it off
(What's it gonna be)
Doncha want the after party

Don't stop you ain't gotta stop
Don't stop, rock with me
What's it gonna be

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All For You - Lyrics - Rock 'N' Roll - MotÖRhead

Title: All For You
Album: Rock 'N' Roll
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Michael Richard Burston, Ian Fraser Kilmister, Philip Anthony Campbell, Philip John Taylor

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Lyric:
Still can't believe it, can't stand to leave it
But I know the rules
We were doomed babe, too much too soon babe
Acting like fools

Tried to fly but we climbed too high
We saw it all, we had to fall
But I swear it's true, was all for you
I swear it's true, was all for you

Making love all the time
Never let a day go by, or a night
Sweet music in the dark
You always found the spark to light my light

Tried to fly but we climbed too high
We saw it all, we had to fall
But I swear it's true, was all for you
I swear it's true, was all for you, all for you

The only one babe to ever break my heart
Was you, such a shame
Though guys never cry, but that'll be the day I die
Speaking your name

Tried to fly but we climbed too high
I saw it all, we had to fall
But I swear it's true, was all for you
I swear it's true, was all for you
I swear it's true, was all for you
I swear it's true, was all for you

All for you
All for you
All for you
...

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All The Times - Lyrics - Lsg

Title: All The Times
Artist: Lsg
Composer(s): Edwin Nicholas, Gerald Levert, Faith Evans

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Lyric:
Sincerely I can say, yeah
That we should have met before today
But I am happy to have this chance
To be with you and I'm gonna make the best of it

This is more than joy for me
To feel like a family
And when we go our separate ways
This feeling will always stay

Look how long we've been around each other
And we've finally found the chance to get together
Look at all the times we've seen each other
It feels so good to be together

Look how long we've been around each other
And we've finally found the chance to get together

If you take a listen deeply, deeply
You can hear the pride in my voice, yeah, ohh
It's nothing hard to see that
I'm happy about the way we came to be, be

If I ever get the chance
Again I'll know that
We make sweet music together

Look how long we've been around each other
And we've finally got the chance to get together
Look at all the times we've seen each other
It feels so good to be together

Look how long we've been around each other
And we've finally got the chance to get together
Look at all the times we've seen each other
It feels so good to be together

Time is precious
We must take advantage
Especially when we're often apart

Baby, when you see
See me looking proud
I'm only thinking of me and you

Me and you, me and you, babe
I'm only thinking of me and you, me and you
I'm thinking of me and you

Look at the times we've been around
Now I have got the chance to be with you
Look at the times we've been around
Now I have got the chance to be with you

Look how long we've been around each other
And we've finally found a chance to get together

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Beautiful Ones - Lyrics - Mary - Mary J Blige

Title: Beautiful Ones
Album: Mary
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, Cecil B. Ward, Rich Harrison, Hal David, Carl Thompson, Mary J Blige

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Lyric:
Oh no
So beautiful
So beautiful

I'd give my flesh for yours, I'd sacrifice everything
You are my door to a new beginning
A lucky charm, potato pie, so sweet you make me cry
I can't deny the way you make me feel inside

You are a beautiful one
And I long to hold
You until the sun
Goes down on your soul

Have mercy on me, I'm crazy 'bout you
Looking all the ethereal, lips make me through
You are my song when there's no music to play
Oh, I wanna marry someone like you someday

You are a beautiful one
And I long to hold
You until the sun
Goes down on your soul

Oh, beautiful one
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go

Can't you hear the bell's ringing, doves flying in the air
With this ring I promise to always be right there
Through the good and the bad times, forever yours I will remain
With your love baby and my life, you know we can stop the rain, yeah

You are a beautiful one
And I long to hold
You until the sun
Goes down on your soul

Oh, beautiful one
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go

You are a beautiful one
And I long to hold
You until the sun
Goes down on your soul

Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go

You are a beautiful one
And I long to hold
You until the sun
Goes down on your soul

Oh, beautiful one
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go

You are a beautiful one
And I long to hold
You until the sun
Goes down on your soul

Oh, beautiful one
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go
Don't you ever go

Ooo, don't go
So beautiful
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
Oo, oh, ahh, oo
Ooo, ahh, oo yeah, yeah

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Bette Davis Eyes - Lyrics - Kim Carnes

Title: Bette Davis Eyes
Artist: Kim Carnes
Composer(s): Jackie De Shannon, Donna Weiss

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Lyric:
Her hair is Harlow gold, her lips sweet surprise
Her hands are never cold, she's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll turn the music on you, you won't have to think twice
She's pure as New York snow, she got Bette Davis eyes

And she'll tease you, she'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious
And she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush
She got Greta Garbo standoff sighs, she's got Bette Davis eyes

She'll let you take her home, it whets her appetite
She'll lay you on the throne, she got Bette Davis eyes
She'll take a tumble on you, roll you like you were dice
Until you come up blue, she's got Bette Davis eyes

She'll expose you, when she snows you
Hope you'll feed with the crumbs she throws you
She's ferocious
And she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes

And she'll tease you, she'll unease you
All the better just to please you
She's precocious
And she knows just what it takes to make a pro blush
All the boys think she's a spy, she's got Bette Davis eyes

She'll tease you, she'll unease you
Just to please you, she's got Bette Davis eyes
She'll expose you when she snows you
She knows you, she's got Bette Davis Eyes

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Chelsea Hotel #2 - Lyrics - New Skin For The Old Ceremony - Leonard Cohen

Title: Chelsea Hotel #2
Album: New Skin For The Old Ceremony
Artist: Leonard Cohen
Composer(s): Leonard Cohen, Ronald Cornelius

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Lyric:
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel
You were talkin' so brave and so sweet
Givin' me head on the unmade bed
While the limousines wait in the street

Those were the reason an' that was New York
We were runnin' for the money and the flesh
An' that was called love for the workers in song
Probably still is for those of them left

Ah, but you got away, didn't you babe
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around

I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
You were famous, your heart was a legend
You told me again you preferred handsome men
But for me you would make an exception

An' clenching your fist for the ones like us
Who are oppressed by the figures of beauty
You fixed yourself, you said, "Well, never mind
We are ugly but we have the music"

And then you got away, didn't you baby
You just turned your back on the crowd
You got away, I never once heard you say
I need you, I don't need you
I need you, I don't need you
And all of that jiving around

I don't mean to suggest that I loved you the best
I can't keep track of each fallen robin
I remember you well in Chelsea Hotel
That's all, I don't even think of you that often

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Dancing In The Street - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Dancing In The Street
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ivy Hunter, William Stevenson, Marvin Gaye

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Lyric:
Calling out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancing in the street

They'll be dancing in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
In New York City
All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be records playing
Dancin', swayin'
Dancing in the street

Well, doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So every guy grab a girl
Every night around the world

There'll be dancing in the street
This is an invitation across the nation
A chance for folks to meet
There'll be laughin', singin'
And music swingin'
Dancing in the street

Philadelphia, PA
Baltimore, D.C. now
Can't forget the motor city
All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be dancin', swayin'
Records playing
Dancing in the street

Well now, doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So every guy grab a girl
Every night around the world

There'll be dancing in the street
This is the invitation across the nation
A chance for folks to meet
There'll be laughin', singin'
And music swingin'
Dancing in the street

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Dancing In The Street - Lyrics - Neil Diamond

Title: Dancing In The Street
Artist: Neil Diamond
Composer(s): Ivy Hunter, William Stevenson, Marvin Gaye

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Lyric:
Okay, talk to you
South America, Australia
France, Germany, UK, Africa

Calling out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancing in the street

They're dancing in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
In New York City

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing
Dancing in the street, oh

It doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on, every guy, grab a girl
Everywhere, around the world
They'll be dancing, dancing in the street

It's an invitation across the nation
A chance for folks to meet
They'll be laughing and singing
And music swinging and dancing in the street

Philadelphia, PA
Baltimore in DC now
Don't forget the motor city
On the streets of Brazil
Back in the USSR
Don't matter where you are

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
They'll be swinging, swaying, records playing
Dancing in the street, oh

It doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on, every guy, grab a girl
Everywhere, around the world

They'll be dancing, dancing in the streets
Way down in L.A., everyday
Dancing in the streets
'Cross in China too, me and you
Dancing in the street

Don't you know, they'll be dancing
Dancing in the street
Don't you know, dancing
Dancing in the street
Dancing

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Dancing In The Streets - Lyrics - Martha And The Vandellas

Title: Dancing In The Streets
Artist: Martha And The Vandellas
Composer(s): Ivy Hunter, William Stevenson, Marvin Gaye

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Lyric:
Callin' out around the world
Are you ready for a brand new beat?
Summer's here and the time is right
For dancin' in the streets

They're dancin' in Chicago
Down in New Orleans
Up in New York City

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playin'
And dancin' in the streets

Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on, every guy grab a girl
Everywhere around the world

There'll be dancin'
They're dancin' in the street

This is an invitation across the nation
A chance for the folks to meet
There'll be laughin' and singin' and music swingin'
And dancin' in the streets

Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)
Baltimore and DC now
(Baltimore and DC now)
Yeah, don't forget the Motor City
(Can't forget the Motor City)

All we need is music, sweet music
There'll be music everywhere
There'll be swingin', swayin' and records playin'
And dancin' in the street, yeah

Oh, it doesn't matter what you wear
Just as long as you are there
So come on, every guy grasp a girl
Everywhere around the world

There'll be dancin'
They're dancin' in the streets

Philadelphia, PA
(Philadelphia, PA)
Baltimore and DC now
(Baltimore and DC now)
Yeah, don't forget the Motor City
(Can't forget the Motor City)

All the way down in LA, California
Not to mention Halifax, Nova Scotia, Manchester
Alexandria, Virginia, Virginia

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Dancing Queen - Lyrics - Intimate And Live - Kylie Minogue

Title: Dancing Queen
Album: Intimate And Live
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Bjoern K Ulvaeus, Stig Anderson, Benny Goran Br Andersson

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Lyric:
You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh see that girl, watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen

Friday night and the lights are low
Looking out for a place to go
Where they play the right music, getting in the swing
You come in to look for a king

Anybody could be that guy
Night is young and the music's high
With a bit of rock music, everything is fine
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat
From the tambourine, oh yeah

You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh see that girl, watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen

You're a teaser, you turn 'em on
Leave 'em burning and then you're gone
Looking out for another, anyone will do
You're in the mood for a dance
And when you get the chance

You are the dancing queen
Young and sweet, only seventeen
Dancing queen, feel the beat
From the tambourine, oh yeah

You can dance, you can jive
Having the time of your life
Ooh see that girl, watch that scene
Dig in the dancing queen
Dig in the dancing queen

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Alright - Lyrics - Philadelphia Freeway - Freeway

Title: Alright
Album: Philadelphia Freeway
Artist: Freeway
Composer(s): Ronnie Foster, Leslie Pridgen, Allen Anthony, J Smith

Lyric:
State property, Roc-a-fella records
This that feeling music you know
We make that music you can feel early
Just blaze

I went from the ghetto to the ghetto and I'm back again
And we doing it back and forth
Roll with a gang of thugs my burner my hood passport
Fresh from the airport I'm back again

And I clap your men
I'm from a block where niggas might blast your pops
No chance ambulance can't save your kin
Smoke reefer burn reefer chill in my spot

Instead of making Selat drink liters of gin
I'm drunk again I'm high again
I just might fly a kite
To my niggas up state knocked off in the pen

They booked in a jail, I'm booking a flight
It's fucked up last year we was all on the block
This can't be life this can't be love
They roll with a whack, I roll with a snub, we all in a fight

Alright
(Woo)
Baby don't you cry
(Ugh)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon' be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Don't let go hold on tight
(Ugh)

Alright
Alright
Alright
Baby don't you cry

Every thing gon' be alright all night
Free is on his job let the music play
And I ain't come to hurt nobody tonight
But if a dude get out of line put him back in tech

Must be out his mind let the ruger spray
Clap until we alright all out of dodge
(Alright)
That's right crush the club tonight with a watch on the Robb Report
(Sweet)
Check on the war report, check on the stores we bought
(Yeah)
Check on the kids and shit

Hope everything's alright all night 'cause all day pop in the mix
I might pop rock stars pop up on your strip
Free pop out hits get paid for my thoughts and that's alright
And my label the shit

Alright
(And you hating the click)
Baby don't you cry
(Woo)
Alright
(Tell 'em)
Everything's gon be alright

Alright
(Woo)
I know we can make it through this
(Tell 'em)
Alright
(Yeah)
Don't let go hold on tight

Alright, alright
(Woo)
Alright, alright
(Geah)
Alright, yeah

I came from the hood and I'm bringing the hood with me
(And don't you worry about a thing)
It ain't a thing I'm bringing them things with me scrap
And I take 'em around the globe travel around the globe
Been to Paris and back again

Free fall back get stacks with a pen
Still move like a king pen clapping you forward
I went from gat in the tux
Snatching your gold to platinum and gold plaques on the tuck

Same shit different line up work gat and a tech
I might get with Mac and act up in a Bent
We came a long way from a pack and tech
(We got to reach for something better)
Geah

Alright
(Woo)
Oh oh baby
(Geah)
Alright
(Woo)
Everything's gon' be alright for you and me
(Geah)

Alright
(Right geah)
Come on
(Ugh it's the Roc)
Alright
(It's the Roc)
Alright, hey hey hey yeah
(Geah)

Alright
(Geah)
Alright, oh oh oh yeah
(Geah)
Alright
(Holla)

Alright
All my homeboys out there dying
(Tell 'em)
Alright
Hey, this world's a crazy place
(Geah)

Alright, oh
(Geah)
Why didn't I find my place
(Yes)
Alright
Alright alright
(Clap clap clap clap)
(Holla)

Alright
(Holla)
Alright
(Geah)
Alright
(Oh baby, everything is gon' be alright)

Young Free, Allen Anthony
The Roc is definitely in the building
Woo, geah, geah, woop woop geah
Clap clap clap clap clap, woo woo woo

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Earthquake - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Earthquake
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Phalon Anton Alexander, Al Jr Jackson, Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas, Al Green, Willie Lawrence Mitchell

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Lyric:
Speak to them Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll into
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze, c'mon

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

Now why you wanna go do that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there, like I can't view that
Girl, what that? Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Lil' Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way more flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
They don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I can't be there all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going, gone

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

I'm sorry I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one, wait

Naw hun 'coz you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me
Sorry honey, Jazze"

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout you?
So how 'bout you?

See what I'm talking bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby
'Coz I got game sweetheart

Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
See I can't give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
And see what you get
Know what I'm talking 'bout?

Weezy

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Baby Fratelli - Lyrics - Costello Music - Fratellis

Title: Baby Fratelli
Album: Costello Music
Artist: Fratellis
Composer(s): John Lawler

Lyric:
I said, oh my, I don't know why
I was just busy watching everyone go by
Outside the shite bar and you're a red car
Me and your girlfriend and your sister with the big scar

I said oh Christ, I told you twice
It's just not easy going through all these things thrice
What's this I wondered, you drive a bluebird
You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard

And it's all right, she'll be sucking fingers all night
Wearing those shoes, oh, any excuse to go to the gang fight
And oh, she's alright, everybody says she's uptight
Sick in the head, first in the bed, so easy to be Friday's nightmare

I said, oh no, oh, please just go
You got no eyelids and sweet Ella loves me so
She got my number, though I can't stand her
I can't help diggin' her a hope I guess I wonder

And oh, it's clear, you want me dear
It would be easier if I was never here
You got the money and I got the reason
I'll stick around with you for just another season

And it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night
Wearing those shoes, oh, any excuse to go to the gang fight
And oh, she's alright, everybody says she's uptight
Sick in the head, first in the bed, so easy to be Friday's nightmare

She's just getting along
So don't tell me she's yours
Oh, please tell me I'm wrong again
It's all in a day

So what can you say
Just sleep in your shoes
With the winterbox blues
Any time you choose, oh yeah

She said, oh my, I don't know why
I was just busy watching everyone go by
What's this I wondered, you drive a bluebird
You got no money for the petrol, that's what I heard

And it's alright, she'll be sucking fingers all night
Wearing those shoes, oh, any excuse to go to the gang fight
And oh, she's alright, everybody says she's uptight
Sick in the head, first in the bed, so easy to be Friday's wonder

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Eat The Rich - Lyrics - Fistful Of Aces: The Best Of MotÖrhead - MotÖRhead

Title: Eat The Rich
Album: Fistful Of Aces: The Best Of Motörhead
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Campbell Burston Taylor Kilmiste

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Lyric:
They say music is the food of love
Let's see if you're hungry enough
Take a bite, take another
Just like a good boy would

Get a sweet thing on the side
Home cooking, homicide
Side order, could be your daughter
Finger licking good

Come on, baby, eat the rich
Put the bite on the son of a bitch
Don't mess up, don't you give me no switch
Come on, baby, and eat the rich
Come on, baby, and eat the rich

Sittin' down in a restaurant
Tell the waiter just what you want
Is that the meat you wanted to eat?
How would you ever know?

Hash browns an' bacon strips
I love the way that you lick your lips
No fooling, I can see you drooling
Feel the hunger grow

Come on, baby, eat the rich
Put the bite on the son of a bitch
Don't mess up, don't you give me no switch
Come on, baby, and eat the rich
Come on, baby, and eat the rich
Come on, honey, eat your supper
Come on, baby, bite that sucker

I'll eat you, baby, you eat me
Eat two, baby, get one free
Shetland pony, extra pepperoni
Just pick up the phone

Eat Greek or eat Chinese
Eat salad or scarf up grease
You're on the shelf, you reach yourself
Come on and bite my bone

Come on, baby, eat the rich
Bite down on the son of a bitch
Don't mess around, don't you give me no switch
Come on, baby, and eat the rich
Come on, baby, and eat the rich
Sittin' here in a hired tuxedo
You wanna see my bacon torpedo

Eat it, baby, eat the rich
Eat it, baby, eat the rich
Eat it, baby, eat the rich
Eat it, baby, eat the rich

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Emperor'S Soundtrack - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Emperor'S Soundtrack
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Wasalu Jaco, Michael Willy Schenker

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Lyric:
I told you I would show up screamin' out FNF
'Til the world blow up, they said I was so finished
I told 'em it's show business
Meanin' there's no business, as Fiasco's in it
Disrespect the dress code

Wear my street clothes in it
Measured, sold and clothed in it
Opened up closed, after I entered and drove in it like uh

Only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the heart
And never fall asleep

Roll in it, music bumpin', windows tinted
Through they good neighborhoods
And all of the wolves in it
Exerted control in it
Seen it come and go, stolen and sold in it

Diamond and gold plated
Fountain of youth, dippin' my toes in it
Bounce in the booth, spit it like skull in it
Putting my heart and my soul in it

'Cause I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the heart
And never fall asleep

Once upon a time, not long ago
When the pusher man creep, where they live life po'

With fifteen in the clip and one in the hole
Hallway wall full of bricks, only some of us know
None of us know the makers of the toast
Like the bottom of the stove
That was used in the murderin' of the scroll

Heart colder than E.D.s
Won't let the CD's city defeat me
Rub me out like genies
Smoke a sweet to my graffiti, nigga, what?

I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the heart
And I will never sleep

Marvin Billups said wat up to the Reaper
Held meth like Riddell and high water, hello
To the five year old gunshot hero, I hear ya
Clearer than the invisible man in the mirror
Cheer up, I put it on the bars like beer nuts
Put a bug in they ear, so from here up, they hear us

Then we only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the heart
And we will never sleep

Once upon a time, not long ago
When the pusher man creep, where they live life po'

I put it on my grandmomma's daughter
A microphone control of the soul of slave
Hummin' 'Wadin' in the Water'
I author like D.W., brother like a hustla
God, place me in Your armor, I prescribe no partnas

I do it for the hood like a parka
And tell my niggaz not to shiver
Only time we quiver like a archer is

'Cause we only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the heart
And we will never sleep

Here we are now, entertain us
Change, don't change us
Ever since the game trained us
We came up like worms in the rain

I dream my chain became a loose noose
That was used to hang us
So now, my insane brain, my 32 teeth
And two feet creep like it's Elm Street

'Cause I only fear God
Know the weapons of the weak
The weakness of the heart
And and now I will never asleep

Once upon a time, not long ago
When the pusher man creep, where they live life po'
He said

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Biz - Lyrics - Loco - Fun Lovin Criminals

Title: Biz
Album: Loco
Artist: Fun Lovin Criminals
Composer(s): Brian Andrew Leiser, Hugh Thomas Morgan, Merria Ross

Lyric:
I got my lovin' and it's alright
Suga is sweet but sometimes she bite
Pucker up, baby and make it tight
Livin' my life, keep me up all night

Shake that ass until it's sore
Four click hole, baby, let it pour
It's 2 men at once, hey now fuck this score
Gimme one, two, three, four

Music industry and that's what we are
No one plays for free and everyone's a star
Sign the dotted line, we can have lunch sometime
And we can lie to each other, motherfucker

Sign the deal and we make it nice
So pour your suits and [Incomprehensible] ice
You can't live your dreams at twice the price
We're the house but you can role the dice

Now back in the day, people lived in fear
They bought no records, so they could not hear
The shit that I'm bustin' up in your ear
So come on, man, be with ya peers

Music Industry and that's what we are
No one plays for free and everyone's a star
Sign the dotted line, we can have lunch sometime
And we can lie to each other, motherfucker

Music industry and that's what we are
No one plays for free and everyone's a star
Sign the dotted line, we can have lunch sometime
And we can lie to each other, motherfucker

Music industry and that's what we are
No one plays for free and everyone's a star
Sign the dotted line, we can have lunch sometime
And we can lie to each other, motherfucker

Music industry and that's what we are
No one plays for free and everyone's a star
Sign the dotted line, we can have lunch sometime
And we can lie to each other, motherfucker

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52 - For The Ladies - Lyrics - Behind The Music - Kj

Title: 52 - For The Ladies
Album: Behind The Music
Artist: Kj
Composer(s): Jonah Sorrentino

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Lyric:
This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Alright, I don't care I wanna say this on the mic
Right now right here in the place it's ladies night
I know I might just sound crazy right
There's some things that's goin' down and it's time to make it right

The world will tell you you gotta be a certain type
Look a certain way and just be a certain size
Do what they say and it'll just be alright
Girl, the only thing you gotta be doin' is servin' Christ

Six years ago I was blessed with a wife
She was sweet and lovely and beautiful and nice
But the one thing that just made her my type
Was the fact that Christ was number one up in her life

So take my advice forget them Hollywood stars
And them Hollywood hair and them Hollywood cars
Next time you thinkin' that you ain't up to par
Remember God made you beautiful just the way you are

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

Sick of BET, sick of MTV
I'm sick of the sex that they always used to selling me
I'm sick of the messed up images they showin' me
I'm sick and tired of the messes that they say to me

That women are nothing more than sexual property
It's time we come back to treatin' women properly
So what I gotta say, I'll say it real loudly
We oughta be treatin' all women like royalty

Only God should be speakin' what you gotta be
Only God can give you the love you gonna need
Ladies, if a guy won't treat you as you ought to be
Tell him goodbye, show him the door and where to leave

Don't be afraid just to tell a guy to wait for me
Don't be ashamed just to live your life in purity
See what I say, I just say it now with certainty
That God has so much more if you'll wait and see

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

On a final note I wanna dedicate this song
To all the Godly women that just keep on seeking God
Just keep on movin' and continue standin' strong
Keep doin what you doin', girl, you got it goin' on

And the single moms that's just barely holdin' on
And you're workin' two jobs tryin' to make it on your own
No one is home 'cause the kid's dad is gone
God promises to never ever leave you alone

The final thing that I'll say then I'm gone
To the female singers tryin' to get their pose on
Now I ain't tryin' to be a hata but wrong is just wrong
Now Britney and J-Lo, please put some clothes on

Whether y'all are red-headed or just a blond
Make sure that the Son is the one you focus on
And with that said, I'm gonna say so long
So get your hand up in the air, ladies and sing along

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is dedicated now to every single girl

This is for the ladies
All the ladies all around the world
This is for the ladies
This is for the ladies

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Brooklyn - Lyrics - I'm A Rainbow - Donna Summer

Title: Brooklyn
Album: I'm A Rainbow
Artist: Donna Summer
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder, Donna Summer, Pete Bellotte, Sylvester Levay

Lyric:
Brooklyn, child of freedom
Still new to this world
Brooklyn, summer magic
My sweet baby sweet girl

All the waiting, all the praying
Brought the answer to all of the love we've been saving
All the hoping, all the needing
Turned the dreams of a vision into the real thing
Mama's happy

Brooklyn, child of rhythm
Riding on a moonlit star
Brooklyn, pretty daughter
Born with a smile

Daddy felt you 'fore he saw you
Mommy carried you so long
Mimi saw you 'fore she felt you
Now four is a family so strong
Oh ooo oh, my baby

Brooklyn, child of children
L.A. is your home
Brooklyn, sweetest princess
We'll grow as you go

All the waiting, all the praying
Brought the answer to all of the love we've been saving
All the hoping, all the needing
Turned the dreams of a vision into the real thing

Brooklyn, child of music
Your song is of love
Brooklyn, came together
And I thank God above

Daddy felt you 'fore he saw you
Mommy carried you so long
Mimi saw you 'fore she felt you
Four is a family so strong

Brooklyn, child of freedom
Brooklyn, ooo ooo yeah baby
Your daddy's so proud of you
Brooklyn, summer magic
Brooklyn, your sister love you too
Ooo Brooklyn
Brooklyn, child of rhythm
We're all going to love you girl, yeah
Mommy loves you too

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