Anniversary - Lyrics - Truth About Love - Lemar

Title: Anniversary
Album: Truth About Love
Artist: Lemar
Composer(s): Jonathan Shorten, Joss Stone, Daniel Pierre, Lemar Obika

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Lyric:
Put on your red dress and this diamond necklace
Your love leaves me senseless, I dedicate tonight to you
'Cos we made it through another year, my love only gets stronger
And I'll be here the next year, same time, same place, same girl

(They say, after the honeymoon)
The passion's almost gone
(But I feel as thought our love)
Only just begun

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

Put on your best suit, I've got something for you
I'll cover you in kisses 'cos baby, I adore you
Your touch leaves me breathless and I only get weaker
I will be there regardless for my man, I'm glad you're my man

(This day always reminds me of)
The reason I'm with you
I'll never search for love again
I've found the truth in you

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

Forever I'll be here and waiting
(I'll stay the same though times are changing)
We were meant to be together, no one could love you better
Got a question for you
(Tell me, I'm the answer)
Baby, let's stay in love

I love you
I love you too

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

I love you
I love you too

I love you
I love you too

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary

It's our anniversary, celebrating you and me
Nowhere else I'd rather be, oh, no
It's our anniversary, a special day in history
I will love you endlessly, it's our anniversary
...

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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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Caught Out There - Lyrics - Kaleidoscope - Kelis

Title: Caught Out There
Album: Kaleidoscope
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Yo', this song, yo', this song is for all the women out there
That have been lied to by their men and I know you all been lied to
Over and over again, this is for y'all
Maybe didn't break the way you should've broke, yo',
But I break you know I'm sayin' so, this is how it goes yo', damn, yo'

Last year, Valentine's Day, you would just warmly say
"Babe I love you, love you, babe I swear"
Held you when you were sick
Even the whole time I think to myself, this isn't fair

What is this I see, you don?t come home to me
When you don?t come home to me, can?t deal, can?t bear
You keep tellin? me lies but to your surprise
Look, I found her red coat and your bitch caught out there

I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now

So sick of your games, I?ll set your truck to flames
And watch it blow up, blow up, tell me, how you gonna see it now?
So far from sincere, fabrications in my ear
Drive me so far up the wall, I come slidin? down

What is this I see, you don?t come home to me
When you don?t come home to me, I can?t deal, can?t bear
You keep tellin? me lies but to your surprise
Look, I hope you're happy since you're caught out there

Yeah, you?ve been caught
Yo?, come on, come on

I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now

Raunchy, so vulgar, not me, why the hell her?
Look she dresses, a mess, what do you see?
It?s not all about cash, nor how much you flash
How I dress is a reflection of me

What is this I see, you don?t come home to me
When you don?t come home to me, can?t deal, can?t bear
You keep tellin? me lies but to your surprise
Look I got somethin? for y?all since you?re caught out there

I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now

I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now
I hate you so much right now, I hate you so much right now

Yo', yo', yo' yo' yo'
Yo', yo', yo' yo' yo'

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Down Home Girl - Lyrics - Nazareth

Title: Down Home Girl
Artist: Nazareth
Composer(s): Jerry Leiber, Artie Butler

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Lyric:
Lord I swear, the perfume you wear
Is made out of turnip greens
And every time that I kiss you girl
It tastes like pork and beans

Even though you're wearin' them
Citified high heels
I can tell by your giant steps
That you've been walkin' through cotton fields

Oh, you're some down home girl

Your shoes are green, your dress is red
And your wiggy head is powder blue
But underneath all of that mess
Well, you're the same old messy you

You're sittin' there in that fancy chair
Just drinkin' champagne like a movie star
When ya oughta be sittin' on a sidewalk
Drinkin' white lightnin', out of a jelly jar

Oh, you're some down home girl

Dimples in your pretty cheeks
And dimples in your knees
You walk by and baby I
Can smell magnolia trees

You tell me you're from New York, baby
But I know you're from way down South
I can hear a Mississippi mama
Evey time you open up your mouth

Oh, you're some down home girl
Oh, you're some down home girl

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Everything Reminds Me Of My Dog - Lyrics - Jane Siberry

Title: Everything Reminds Me Of My Dog
Artist: Jane Siberry
Composer(s): Jane Siberry

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Lyric:
Everything reminds me of my dog
The guy in the store reminds me of my dog
Telephones remind me of my dog yoohoo
Taxicabs remind me too

If you remind me of my dog
We'll probably git along little doggie
Git along git along little doggie git a

Smiling at strangers reminds me of my dog
Better let them know you're friendly
The way people dress reminds me too
Pissing on their favourite tree
Sad things remind me of my dog
Cockroaches and other insects
Remind me too, don't eat them
The blank expression of the little boy
With thick glasses who picks
Himself up from the sidewalk
And stands there blinking in the sun
Ho oh

Like the man on the subway
Sitting across from me
And every time I looked at him he smiled
And by the time
I got to the end of the subway line
I 'd given him at least oh 25 cookies

Guys in bars remind me of my dog
The way it takes you so long
To choose the perfect table

If you remind me of my dog
We'll probably git along little doggie
Git along git along little doggie git a

Me and my ferocious dog
We're walking down the street
And everyone we meet says
"Ach yer a goot doogie
"Ach yer a goot doogie
"Ach yer a goot doogie

Except when we go for a walk
To get the Sunday paper
I stand there and read the headlines
He reads the wind
Sometimes he hits a funny smell and laughs
I hate it when he does that- I feel so dumb
What? what? I say

Everything reminds me of my dog
Beautiful things
Sunsets remind me of my dog
Gina go to your window
Einstein reminds me of me dog
I want to pat his fluffy head
This whole world reminds me of my dog
My dog reminds me of this whole world
Do I remind you of a dog? thump thump
I do? faster thump thump
Skyscrapers remind me of my dog
Sitting in the tall grass waiting for a rabbit

Guys in red cameros too
It's getting to be a habit
Artists remind me of my dog
Staking out their originality on the nearest tree
Old folks remind me of my dog
My dog reminds old people of their dogs
Barfy, Ruffo, Beanhead
Gina says I remind her of the dog
The that way I just did that
Golfers teeing off remind me of my dog
The way he sits by me and shifts on his front paws

What is it you want? look at it
Do you want to go for a walk? do you want a cookie?
Do you want me to dial the number for you?

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Beware The Jubjub Bird And Shun The Fumious Bandersnatch - Lyrics - Wonderland - Forgive Durden

Title: Beware The Jubjub Bird And Shun The Fumious Bandersnatch
Album: Wonderland
Artist: Forgive Durden
Composer(s): Thomas Dutton, Thomas Garrett Hunter

Lyric:
She exits her gold chariot
One pump at a time
Cloaked in her matching pin-striped
Arsenal of next month's nows
She grazes through the dark

Downtown concrete planes
She seeks a special kill
A flesh she's never had before
A prey whose blood is rich with love

I want to sink my teeth into
Skin I can't see through
I'll clench my jaw deep down inside
Lick my lips hoping to find
A taste of life with you

Holes freckle her hips
She's sick of breaking necks
With designer prints, French tips
Her shoes as red as lips
Every meal tastes alike

I want something I can bite
Like the tethers of this diet
Let the shackles fill my cheeks
Feed these itching jowls
Flush my painted teeth
My palate has been cleansed

I want to sink my teeth into
Skin I can't see through
I'll clench my jaw deep down inside
Lick my lips hoping to find
A taste of life with you

Jewels and stones cut so precise
Held up by a ring
Catches all glances and looks
Hoping to distract from
The finger to the left
So bare and unfurnished
Named for sporting such hardware

With dreams cut so precise
She's held up by her strings
She catches all glances and looks
Hoping to find someone that can
Dress her naked hand
I'll tear my heart right out
And have you sport it as hardware

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Extravagant Traveler - Lyrics - Matthew - Kool Keith

Title: Extravagant Traveler
Album: Matthew
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton, Kurt Matlin

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Lyric:
Kool Keith
Checkin? out of the Venetian Hotel
That's right, flight to Africa
Mastercharge, yeah

Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa

MC's is wack, I'm lookin? at the Robb Report
Eighty-thousand-sixty-two Bentley
Owner of the Houston Astrodome, Don King represent me
[Unverified] bus with gold trim
And you can't act up frontin? on your lemon

Legend status with keys to the MGM Grand
Got your wife and kids holdin? my poster, grabbin? my hand
All I hear is a bunch of wack primetime MC's sayin?
I hate him cause he's great

He's on all the billboard and the highway
Face is on soup cans and milk crates
Restaurants with movie theaters in 'em
Continental airlines, planes we buyin? off the lot
While y'all rent ?em

Excursion flights with Bill Clinton
Takin? fine girls out to Washington to get they extensions
Usin? my TV phone, I see girls in they thongs
Fantasizin? while they home alone
Pack my bags, I need room service

Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa

?Cause my face is in the newspaper every week
Pronounce words right, ask Jesse Jackson how I speak
Sign my autographs for Jagged Edge and Sisqo on 125th Street
Red carpet on the sidewalk, I gotta step on it before I talk

Part investor of the Utah Jazz, I'm the real king of New York
London cashmere, walkin? around with
Guiliani regular football shirt
Tailors grab my Armani, maids cook dinner
Sauteed fish and shrimp

Dallas Mavericks want me as a baldheaded five-eight guard
With a ninety-five inch vertical, Vince Carter respect my legs
Ask Shawn Kemp, [unverified] and the NBA commissioner
Takin? pictures of me in front of Nell's

Special election day got chocolate girls
With flowers dresses on
You would swear they Naomi Campbell
And Nia Long from section 8
Yes, I guess

Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa

Bustin? no freestyles, lookin? at you in the back of the car
Rappin? for twenty miles
I'm sittin? in the back of the limo with the fly brim-o
Me in a black Cadillac, Elliot Ness

Sendin? rappers with doo-rags an S.O.S.
You wanna rap big man? Take Mickey Mouse off your chest
I let you wear your vest; plaid shirts or stripes
is that the way your stylist make you dress?

She should be sued for that, contract renewed for that
And on stage you should be booed for that
I'ma tap you in the back and let everybody know they wack
Yo SkyCab, hand me my platinum suitcases

Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa
Extravagant traveler, Puerto Rico out to Africa

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Brown Paper Bag Thoughts - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: Brown Paper Bag Thoughts
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Ernesto Shaw, Corey Woods

Lyric:
These niggas man, what's the matter wid these niggas man?
Nah man I'm puttin this shit up, fuck dat man
Ya'll niggas want me to be a crook again
I know how to do that man don't even play wid me like that yo

We spit rap and fire brown paper bag
Gat rap go whack and float acrooss the map
Floss that anything yell endorse that
Electric company money honey gin romie

Wrap 'em like a mummy his style bummy
Puffy Johnson Charles Bronson mix fly
Deuce flicks new and improved clicks wu kit
Blood on the barrel of a desert out in the desert

No shade'll live in my square blow the present clue
Red meat shallah want adapt to collect acting like you
Killer on some serial killer you wack duke shirt off
React like I'm bagging up stabbing up what collect
A brick pop shit in the six trunk

Nah nah man, nah man you wanna have that shit again
Why you ain't taking this shit to be something that
It really is man, this you life man
Shoalin and desert storm
This mic man he he acting stupid on me man
What what what?

Moseyin thousand dollar uniform you want
Celine Dion chickenheads yo straight out of Houston
Big ballers wall to wall brawlers die for us
Lie for us, snatch white man money cry for us

Creepin' through the halls on a keyboard
Friendly blessed dress and all Fendi
Voice rock don't offend me intimidation make
Me blow for the station rep for one nation
Ghetto bust like revelation, analyze

Analyze, losin' two wives livin' two lives
Crew rise American cream new guys
Two hundred pies get rich and plan sweet
Rappin' like mines you writing like mines they lines

Grab my dick stay in line we come to whip nines
Hold lot of carrying time and teaching crackers how to shine
Oh yeah one thing recognize fucking wit the young
keep 'em organized rest in peace, Donny, my soul cries, what?

I dunn hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Natural light up, light up, that's my word
This is this is for clue right here dunn

I'm third rail though half seal and I blow Robert De Niro dough
Gundelero let the steel blow, here me yo, wild trump style
Dunns connect three hundred ones while
Floating like a mackerel, that's bad

Most craziest laziest all I seeing blazes
Majorness mechanic wreckor on a beige disc
Payin whether level bank rolls freakin'
Plain clothes lex big six arrange those snotty nose

Pose dark skinned hoes crazy ill fly Jersey exposed
Neck rolls fuck your set flash let those stare the
Lex nose watching vet po posing wit the most fly
Livest Gortex made in Mexico, bring fifteen five
Celine Dion ties two thousand nine bubble eye shit

DJ Clue Killuminati
John Gotti story right here fella
Huh, yeah, word up

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Frogs &Amp; Princes - Lyrics - Unwritten - Natasha Bedingfield

Title: Frogs &Amp; Princes
Album: Unwritten
Artist: Natasha Bedingfield
Composer(s): Stephen Alan Kipner, Natasha Anne Bedingfield, Andrew Marcus Frampton, Wayne Wilkins

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Lyric:
Whoa, oh
The in and out of dating's got me all confused
I built up expectations, end up feeling used
Seems that everybody's into fast food
Everybody's in too quick
I want some one to take the time, fine dinin' not rushin'

Ooo
Now it's nearly seven thirty, I'm slippin' on a dress
I keep my fingers crossed, you're not like all the rest
So when you come to pick me up come right to my door
Don't stay in your car and beep, beep the horn
(Car)

Baby, I'm a hopeless romantic
You'll pick the sounds for the background to our drive into town
Baby, don't be one of the traffic
Had too many nights with the wrong guys
Caught me in a red light

Tell me, how many frogs do I have to kiss?
Before I find my prince
Before I find my prince
All you girls that are goin' through this
Tell 'em how it is
(How is that?)
Tell 'em how it is
(Tell 'em how)

We pull up to a premiere, red carpet good
You take my coat, get my chair, like I hoped you would
You're funny and your flirting's really workin' for me
But where it goes from here
Better wait and see

Baby, I'm a hopeless romantic
(Baby, ooo)
You'll pick the view we kiss to
(Aah)
Make me go, oo, ooo
And baby it'll all turn out tragic
And you'll push for more
Back at my front door
More than I'm ready for

Tell me, how many frogs do I have to kiss?
Before I find my prince
(Before I find my prince)
Before I find my prince
(Before I find my prince, ah)
All you girls that are goin' through this
(All you girls)
(Hey)
(Hey)
Tell 'em how it is
(Tell 'em how it is)
Tell 'em how it is
(Tell 'em how it is)

(Yea, yeah)
Tell me, how many frogs do I have to kiss?
(Oh, oh, yea, yea )
Before I find my prince
(Yea, yeah)
Before I find my prince
All you girls that are going through this
(All you girls)
Tell 'em how it is
(Tell 'em how it is)
(Tell 'em how it is)
Tell 'em how it is
(Ya, ya)

Come on
You gotta, you got to tip the waiter, that's how it works
But you can't skip the starter, go straight to desert
You've gotta pop the cork before you taste the wine
(Wine)
Now make your man dash for the finish line

Up in a row 'cause the dating game is, woah
([Inaudible])
We get hooked up but the shame is
Too much connection followed by rejections
Gonna hurt a girl 'til she learns her lesson
(Yea, yea, ya)

Tell me how many frogs do I have to kiss?
(Oh)
(Uh, uh, ya)
Before I find my prince
(Before I find my prince)
Before I find my prince
(Before I find my prince)
All you girls that are going through this
(All you girls)
(Hey)
(Hey)
Tell 'em how it is
(Yeah)
Tell 'em how it is
(Yeah)

Tell me how many frogs do I have to kiss?
Before I find my prince
Before I find my prince
All you girls that are going through this
(Whoa, oh)
Tell 'em how it is
Tell 'em how it is
(Tell 'em)
(Yea, yeah)

(Yuck)
Oh
Yeah, yeah

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Come On Eileen - Lyrics - Too-Rye-Ay - Dexys Midnight Runners

Title: Come On Eileen
Album: Too-Rye-Ay
Artist: Dexys Midnight Runners
Composer(s): K Rowland, K Adams, J Paterson

Lyric:
Come on Eileen
Come on Eileen

Poor old Johnny Ray
Sounded sad upon the radio
Moved a million hearts in mono
Our mothers cried
Sang along, who'd blame them

You're grown, so grown
Now I must say more than ever, come on Eileen
Toora loora toora loo rye ay
And we can sing just like our fathers

Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, ah come on Eileen
Come on Eileen

These people round here
Wear beaten down eyes sunk in smoke dried faces
So resigned to what their fate is
But not us, no never, no not us, no never
We are far too young and clever

Remember
Toora loora toora loo rye ay
Eileen, I'll hum this tune forever

Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
Ah come on let's, take off everything
Pretty red dress, Eileen tell him yes
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen

That pretty red dress, Eileen tell him yes
Ah come on let's, ah come on Eileen, please

Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
(Now you have grown, now you have shown)
Toora toora, too loora
(Oh Eileen)

(Said come on)
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
(These things that are real so, how you feel)
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
(Now I must say more than ever)
Toora toora, too loora
(Things round here change)
(I said toora loora)
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
(Toora loo rye ay)
Come on Eileen, too loo rye ay
Toora toora, too loora

Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
At this moment, you mean everything
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess
Verge on dirty, ah come on Eileen

Come on Eileen, oh I swear what he means
At this moment, you mean everything
In that dress oh my thoughts I confess
Well they're dirty, on Eileen

Come on Eileen, whoa what he means
Oh, ah come on, everything

{Oh believe me if all those endearing young chums
That I gaze on so firmly today
Were to suddenly leave you, oh fly in the night
Just like fairy gifts gone in the sky}

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If Love Is A Red Dress (Hang Me In Rags) - Lyrics - Maria Mckee

Title: If Love Is A Red Dress (Hang Me In Rags)
Artist: Maria Mckee
Composer(s): Maria Mckee

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Lyric:
My heart is empty
Your eyes are dull
Once we were hungry
Now we are full

These ties that bind us
Can't beat these chains
If love is shelter
I'm gonna walk in the rain

You were my angel
Now, you are real
So like a stranger
Colder than steel

The morning after
Know what you'll bring
If love is a red dress
Well, hang me in rags

Away there goes the fairy tale
Lord, ain't it a shame?
In all this comfort
I can't take the strain

If we played even
I'd be your Queen
But someone was cheatin'
And it wasn't me

I've laid on the table
You held something back
If love is Aces
Give me the Jack

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Getcha Rocks Off - Lyrics - Def Leppard

Title: Getcha Rocks Off
Artist: Def Leppard
Composer(s): Pete Willis, Steve Clark, Rick Savage, Joe Elliot

Lyric:
Well, we were gettin' ready just the other night
When a knock on the dressing room door
Gave way to a leather jacket little girl
Who we'd never ever seen before

In her red satin dress and her high heeled shoes
She took us all by surprise
And when she asked us what we wanted to do
She said it with her eyes

Just getcha rocks off, whoa

Well, when we finally took the stage
There she was but she wasn't on her own
'Cos shed brought some friends maybe 5 or 6
Yeah, she must have been on the phone

And when they started dancing and jumping around
Well, we couldn?t believe our eyes
'Cos they'd got the whole damn audience rockin'
And they'd got us paralyzed

Just getcha rocks off

Thank you
Good night
Whoa

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Givin' Up The Nappy Dugout - Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

Title: Givin' Up The Nappy Dugout
Album: Death Certificate
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Booker T. Jones, Bernard Worrell, Jr., Al Jackson, Donald Dunn, O'Shea Jackson, Michael Hampton, Jr., George Clinton, Steve Cropper

Lyric:
Your daughter was a nice girl now she's a slut
A queen treatin' niggas just like King Tut
Gobbin' up nuts sorta like a hummingbird
Suckin' up the Lench Mob crew and I'm comin' third

Used to get straight as now she's just skippin' class
Oh, my do I love to grip the hips and ass
Only 17 with a lot of practice
On black boys' Jimmy's and white boy's cactus

Sorry, sorry, sorry but I gotta be brief
A lotta niggas like bustin' nuts in her teeth
Drink it up, drink it up, even though she's Catholic
That don't mean shit, 'cuz she's givin' up the ass quick

Quicker than you can say 'Candy'
The bitch is on my snicker and oh man she
Can take on three men built like He-Man
Her little-bitty twat got gallons of semen

Fourteen niggas in line ready to bang your
Pride and joy, I mean daddy's little angel
Tell the bitch to get her ass out the house
'Cuz your daughter's known for givin' up the nappy dugout

I got a big old ding a ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter
I got a big old ding a ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter

Mister, mister, before you make me go
I'm here to let you know your little girl is a hoe
Nympho, nympho, boy is she bad
Get her all alone and out come the kneepads

I know she's a minor and it is illegal
But the bitch is worse than Vanessa Del Rio
And if you decide to call rape, we got the little hooker on tape, now
Tell the fuckin' slut to please hurry up

And wear that dress that's tight on her butt
So I can finger fuck on the way to the bed
Been in so many rooms, she got a dot on her forehead
Face turnin' red from grabbin' them ankles

Fuck and get up is how I do them stank hoes
You should hear how she sounds with a cock in her
Boots get knocked from here to Czechoslovakia
Two on top, one on the bottom

First nigga got the boots, man, you shoulda shot I'm
'Cuz after I got 'em it was over
Now niggas get lucky like a four leaf clover
On daddy's little girl

She keeps nuts in her mouth like the bitch was a squirrel
So tell Sheryl to bring her ass home
'Cuz the line at my house is gettin' long, and

I got a big old ding a ling, and if that bitch remains
I'm gonna do my thing, with your daughter

Givin' up the nappy, givin' up the nappy

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Last Call - Lyrics - College Dropout - Kanye West

Title: Last Call
Album: College Dropout
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Ken Lewis, Michael Perretta, Kanye West

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Lyric:
Yo, fuck you, Kanye, first and foremost
For making me do this shit, muh'fucker
Had to throw everybody out the motherfucking room
'Cause they don't fucking
I'd like to propose a toast
I said toast motherfucker

And I am
(Here's to The Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Mr Rocafella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
So get your ass up off the bar

The all around the world, Digital Underground, Pac
The Rudloph the red nosed reindeer of the Roc
I take my chain, my fifteen seconds of fame
And come back next year with the whole fucking game

Ain't nobody expect Kanye to end up on top
They expected that College Dropout to drop and then flop
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Rocafella's only niggaz that help

My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now Jean Paul Gaultier cologne fill the air here
They say he bourgie, he big headed
Won't you please stop talking about how my dick head is

Flow infectious, give me ten seconds
I'll have a buzz bigger than insects in Texas
It's funny how wasn't nobody interested
'Til the night I almost killed myself in Lexus

And I am
(Here's to The Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Mr Rocafella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
So get your ass up off the bar

Now was Kanye the most overlooked? Yes, sir
Now is Kanye the most overbooked? Yes, sir
Though the fans want the feeling of A Tribe Called Quest
But all they got left is this guy called West

Better take Freeway, throw him on tracks with Mos Def
Call him Kwa-li or Kwe-li, I put him on songs with Jay-Z
I'm the Gap like Banana Republic and Old Navy, and, ooh
It come out sweeter than old Sadie

Nice as Bun-B when I met him at the Source awards
Girl, he had with him, ass coulda' won the horse awards
And I was almost famous, now everybody love Kanye
I'm almost Raymond

Some say he arrogant, can y'all blame him?
It was straight embarrassing how y'all played him
Last year shoppin' my demo, I was tryin' to shine
Every motherfucker told me that I couldn't rhyme

Now I could let these dream killers kill my self-esteem
Or use my arrogance as the steam to power my dreams
I use it as my gas so they say that I'm gassed
But without it I'd be last so I ought to laugh

So I don't listen to the suits behind the desk no more
You niggaz wear suits 'cause you can't dress no more
You can't say shit to Kanye West no more
I rocked twenty thousand people, I was just on tour, nigga

I'm Kan, the Louis Vuitton Don
Bought my mom a purse, now she Louis Vuitton Mom
I ain't play the hand I was dealt, I changed my cards
I prayed to the skies and I changed my stars

I went to the malls and I balled too hard
Oh, my God, is that a black card?
I turned around and replied, why, yes
But I prefer the term African American Express

Brains, power, and muscle, like Dame, Puffy, and Russell
Your boy back on his hustle, you know what I've been up to
Killin y'all, niggaz, on that lyrical shit
Mayonnaise colored Benz, I push Miracle Whips

And I am
(Here's to The Roc)
And they ask me, they ask me, they ask me, I tell them
(Mr. Rocafella)
Raise your glasses, your glasses, your glasses to the sky
This is the last call for alcohol, for the
So get your ass up off the bar
Last call for alcohol, for my niggaz

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Dep - I Am - Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G

Title: Dep - I Am
Album: Child Of The Ghetto
Artist: G
Composer(s): Jeremy A. Graham, Trevell Coleman, William Griffin, Nathaniel Wilson

Lyric:
G. Rap and my nigga G-Dep
'Bout to do it Gorilla style, you heard
It's a Igloo-Bad Boy collabo thing you know?
Y'all niggaz ain't ready for it

Coming Rambo style nigga
Two guns up
Y'all niggaz better duck down or get your cap lifted off
That's how we doing it for the new millennium, you heard?

Regardless of the wait, I'm gonna stay straight ghetto
Everybody high, don't nobody say hello
Even when the sun shining it ain't yellow
Get out of the borough if you know it ain't thorough

Niggas play ball, AWOL, on the furlow
Still came down on the furl and pumped hero
Red and gray Max's keep as clean as Ajax
Ghettos sling cracks while you niggas pay tax

Now how ghetto is this?
You can catch me in your hallway taking a piss
One hand on my dick, one hand on a spliff
Burnt lips from the roach clip, yellow tips

If we ain't closed, it I get ferocious
Blow this whole shit and leave me in them roaches
In your car motion I cause commotion
And I probably need some lotion but I don't get fucked

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a talk
On the corner selling the snort
It's hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk

Fake guards telling you pork
Settle for shorts, running from court
Newports, criminal thoughts
On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports

What's a ghetto nigga? Thorough niggas that get cake
Five boroughs of niggaz do his [unverified] a [unverified] flip weight
Change garments to trick jake, yo dis jake
I want it, yo I got warrants in six states

Stay calm in a stolen whip with switched plates
Snitches hate, I never leave a print to trace
Only evidence I leave is hickies on chicks' face
On the corner with the crooked niggas, but yo shit's straight

We start war to leave with these seven revolvers
Shell case never touch the floor, sneaky ain't slick enough y'all
I'm man enough to put on a dress
Creep up like grand-mama and bust y'all

Get close enough to part your vest and tux off
Who would have thought the lady with the car crush y'all
Too smart to get caught, but I got fam up north
So if they put me in cuffs and court, fuck y'all

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a talk
On the corner selling the snort
It's hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk

Fake guards telling you pork
Settle for shorts, running from court
Newports, criminal thoughts
On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports

Cock back the hammer, slow and pop that cantaloupe
For the venom in my python spit, it ain't no antidote
Jackpot from crack blocks, I was a man of dope
Snapshots'll get your camera broke

Your hoes used to plan a gross with the hands toast
Close and stand opposed
Rubber bands of C-notes, grams of the coke
Razor blade tuck the side the line, the banter of the coke

Watching niggas die with my hand on they throat
Sinkin' river banks and wash up on land when they float
Choking on your own words, should've watched the grammar you spoke
One last final approach, make your whole family ghost

Bust bottles of cham and we toast, to your photo stamped in the post
Sex gland cut off jammed in your throat, man are you gross
Bitch hanging from a lamppost, we shoot from up close
Blow cannons the most, catch an overdose
Nigga, we own the coast
[Unverified]

I am a ghetto nigga, you can tell in a talk
On the corner selling the snort
It's hell in New York
Won't stop for a minute cops telling you walk

Fake guards telling you pork
Settle for shorts, running from court
Newports, criminal thoughts
On the blocks bodies a court nobody supports

I am
I am

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Midnight Lady - Lyrics - Marvin Gaye

Title: Midnight Lady
Artist: Marvin Gaye
Composer(s): Marvin P Gaye

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Lyric:
So let me tell you 'bout last Saturday night
The club was rocking, super freaks hanging out
Wall to wall, they tell me something's going on in the men's room
Soon as we come out, we'll be high soon

Did you save a line for the ladies
We're not into that are you crazy
Who's the super freak in the red dress
When she starts to shake it, I can't take it

Get in the groove and boogie to the beat, baby
Get in the groove and boogie to the beat, baby
Shake it baby, shake it pretty
We got the party, we got the sounds

We're off in the streets and all the freaks are getting down
Get in the groove baby, and boogie to the beat
Shake, shake your thing
You freaky thing, the way you move you drive me crazy

You freaky thing, you freaky thing
You make me rock, you make me rock
You turn me on the way you dance
The way you dance

Midnight lady, sexy dancer
Hot and hardy, love to party
We're jammin' to love
Major love minor love

Jammin' to a great crescendo
Let's party baby, shake it, shake it
Party night to remember, oh, everybody's having fun
Come on and party turn the green light on

When I saw you, I had to stop
I had to stop in the middle of a bop
I had to stop, I got the rhythm
I got the rhythm

Love is everywhere for the making
Freaks is everywhere for the taking
Blues is in the air if you sing it
Happiness come back if you bring it
I'm having me a good time

Midnight lady, midnight lady
Rockin' and finger poppin'
Somebody said you was a super freak
I'm here to tell you I'm a super freak baby

Get in the groove
Get in the groove
Get in the groove

We got to rock, we got the rhythm
We got to come on down to the boogie
Feeling good

Check that classy rhythm
Give me that sexy beat
I dig that feeling jam
Midnight lady, sexy

You are the one I'm looking for
I never, never, never knew before
Oh, baby, you're looking too good
Super freaky

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La Gloria - Lyrics - Wild! - Erasure

Title: La Gloria
Album: Wild!
Artist: Erasure
Composer(s): Vince Clarke, Andrew Bell

Lyric:
Oh Suzi, you're shaking your red hair
Disco diva y flamenco chico
You know the eyes will all be fixing on you tonight
La bonita a la vista de un marinero

The men in the casa de rosa
They have a penchant for living
And she'll be dancing 'til the coca wears off tonight
Who's a bad girl tonight?

Tonight she'll be having fun
The likes of which we'll never know
Tonight she'll be having fun
See her go

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Woah, estamos en la gloria

Oh Suzi, you're shaking your red dress
Viva tango to revive the bull
And she'll be dancing, she'll clicking her heels tonight
You see her estrellita, she'll make you king for a day

Ole to the cabaretera
She'll sing all your troubles away
Looking down the barrel of a loaded gun
Pata tendida, si no la bandida, she go rat ta, tta,tta

Ariba, ariba, ariba, andele
Kiss all them working day blues away
'Til the light of day
Estamos en la gloria

La, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la
Woah, estamos en la gloria

La gloria
La gloria

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Let It Rain - Lyrics - Heavy D

Title: Let It Rain
Artist: Heavy D
Composer(s): Dwight Myers, Peter Phillips, Jackie Members, Cory Penn, Robert Poindexter, Richard Poindexter

Lyric:
(Let it rain)
I don't wanna go outside
(Let it rain)
I just wanna be with you
(Let it rain)
I don't feel like takin' a ride
(Let it rain)
You know what I wanna do

(Let it rain)
Girl, you makin' me sweat
(Let it rain)
Come close, let's see how far we can get
(Let it rain)
And I'll ease your pain
(Let it rain)
So let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Let it rain, honey, pop the umbrella
The heavster goes down smooth [Incomprehensible]
Fingers keep twiddlin' but I'll keep drizzlin'
Play like a fiddle and here to move a million plus

'Cause when I'm damp, I don't rust
Girls make a fuzz for the lover they lust
Nature takin' it's course so precise
Provin' Heavy D can strike more than twice

Pronto, snuggle, better yet cuddle
Happy like a little kid playin' in a puddle
Of H2O a drip drop [Incomprehensible]
So figure I'm somewhere makin' a rainbow shine

With an intend to broaden, the quiet storm
That lurks more often so lay with the lover
Snuggle up under the cover and I'll ease your pain
So let it rain, let it rain

(Let it rain)
I don't wanna go outside
(Let it rain)
I just wanna be with you
(Let it rain)
I don't feel like takin' a ride
(Let it rain)
You know what I wanna do

Now, we can go down stairs, strike a match to the log
Let the fire place burn, dim the lights till it's dawn
Don't worry, honey, I'll take good care of ya
I know what I'm doing, I get wrecked on a regular

Red light, green light, one, two, three
Hey yo, who's on the mic? Well, it's me, Heavy D
And I become somewhat of a national figure
You see, some are big but the heavster is bigger

And I like candy bars with nuts
And ippy dippy girls with prodigious butts
So, lay with the lover, snuggle up under the cover
And I'll ease your pain so let it rain, let it rain

(Let it rain)
I don't wanna go outside
(Let it rain)
I just wanna be with you
(Let it rain)
I don't feel like takin' a ride
(Let it rain)
You know what I wanna do

(Let it rain)
Girl, you makin' me sweat
(Let it rain)
Come close, let's see how far we can get
(Let it rain)
And I'll ease your pain
(Let it rain)
So let it rain, let it rain, let it rain

Okey dokey, lookin' for a trophy
Gigolo, Romeo, wrong category
More the dawn one type
Smooth like a preacher
Your high school teacher

Just call me your Daddy O, loungin' on the padio
Actin' like a kid but drive a jeep not a caddy though
Pardon me, Miss, in your high heel steps
Come inside the crib set before you get wet

Now, just for prop, let's keep this official
Heavy is the name, D is the initial
I love the way you strut in that suit from France
There's a party tonight, would you like to dance?

You're rollin' with the Lover
So be sure, you dress clever
I pick you up at eight
And my drops off whatever

All of a sudden, I got the tingle for a Twinkie
Fever, flavor for a pringle, I think I like to mingle
With somebody thick, someone that I can cling to

A milk chocolate beauty, someone that I can sing to
You got the makings of a rainy day, girl, to me
So come a little closer, let's see how it would be

(Let it rain)
I don't wanna go outside
(Let it rain)
I just wanna be with you
(Let it rain)
I don't feel like takin' a ride
(Let it rain)
You know what I wanna do

Lightning and thunder kinda makes you wonder
Not too bad for a brotha who's the son
Of a father who's a tech and a mother who's a nurse
And I get paid 'cause I learned to kick a verse

I'm on a roll, I got 'nough control
Who needs a Grammy when you know you got soul?
I'm a smooth, yella, complexion Vanilla
High low, Afro, intelligent fella

You look worried, does something trouble ya?
We can take a ride in my heavy D M W
But let's wait till the rain stops
So you can gimme what you want
And show me what you got

But for now, just snuggle me, snuggle me
Quit the chit chat, double up and snuggle lovin' me
You got the makings of a rainy day girl to me
So come a little closer, let's see, how it would be

(Let it rain)
I don't wanna go outside
(Let it rain)
I just wanna be with you
(Let it rain)
I don't feel like takin' a ride
(Let it rain)
You know what I wanna do

(Let it rain)
Girl, you makin' me sweat
(Let it rain)
Come close, let's see how far we can get
(Let it rain)
And I'll ease your pain
(Let it rain)

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Let'S Get Dirty - Lyrics - I Loved Her First - Heartland

Title: Let'S Get Dirty
Album: I Loved Her First
Artist: Heartland
Composer(s): Keith Ridenour, Walt Aldridge, Anthony Little

Lyric:
Get the motor running hot

Second row, third disc
I still remember that yellow sun dress
Blond hair, blue eyes
And every time I looked at her, my tongue was tied

I was down home, she was uptown
A girl like that don't want a redneck around
Teacher's pet, cheerleader
How's a country boy like me supposed to meet her?

One Friday night, I was sitting at a red light
She pulled up in a tricked out Ford truck
Revved up the engine and scared me half to death
Leaned out of the window and said

?Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a back road, show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot, let's get dirty?

She found the first dirt road we could go down
Tore through a mud hole and spun her whole truck around
She said, ?Buckle up, it's about to get rough
I'll do the driving, you can tell me when you've had enough?
Slipping and a-sliding, had me working up a sweat
I looked into her eyes and said

?Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a back road, show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot, let's get dirty?

I saw a sign that said 'Bridge out up ahead'
I told her slow down she hit the gas instead
I looked around, saw her laughing in the dashboard light
We left the ground like a bullet from a 45

We landed hard but we made it to the other side
My heart was pounding like my first rollercoaster ride
She turned the key off, turned to me and smiled and said
?You take the wheel for awhile?

?Let's get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a back road, show you what I've got?

?Let's get dirty, get dirty, sling a little mud
Three hundred horses underneath my hood
Let's get dirty, I know the perfect spot
Take you down a back road, show you what I've got
Get the motor running hot?

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One Red Rose - Lyrics - Storm Windows - John Prine

Title: One Red Rose
Album: Storm Windows
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): John Prine

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Lyric:
The rain came down on the tin roof
Hardly a sound was left from the birthday party
The kitchen light fell asleep on the bedroom floor

Me and her were talking softer
Than all the time before I lost her
Picture sat on top of the chest of drawers

One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you if you told me
But what I never knew I never will forget

Rainy nights get dark real early
Her dress was soft and her hair was curly
We danced around the table to the old banjo

Rainy nights were made for lovers
We lay there still beneath the covers
And I ain't never felt like that before

One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you if you told me
But what I never knew I never will forget

One red rose in the Bible
Pressed between the holy alphabet
Probably wouldn't believe you if you told me
But what I never knew I never will forget
What I never knew I never will forget

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