5150 - Lyrics - Luniz

Title: 5150
Artist: Luniz
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Jerold Jr Ellis, Garrick Husband

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Lyric:
Behold your highness the Luniz are here
Bring them in
Man where the fuck we at, who the fuck are you?
It is I Jesus, Shock Jesus
And what brings you brothers to such an early fate?

Man no what the fuck man
Niggaz just shot me man what the fuck man
How dare you use such language in the face of the almighty
Fuck you
You shall perish, beitch

It is my judgment that you shall burn in hell for eternity
Man no, no
The Luniz are here Jesus

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

I wish I had cot, what? I wish I had some cot, why?
So I can sky and have a place to lay my head and plot
A broke nigga boney
Quick to lick but I could never steal shit from my homies

I play acts and make scratch from table scraps
And always end up fucked watchin' other niggaz backs
I broke hamps wit my folks and get pounds but in the mist of funk
Would they really bust rounds?

I get woozie when I inhale all the badness
I swear to the Lord when I was young I never had this problem
I stressed the fuck out gotta doubt my own niggaz
I try to solve my problems wit hamps and liquor

I used to swig a 22, graduated to a 64
And now I don't smoke weed no mo'
And I ain't knowin' where I'm headin'
Most likely it's the scene of creamery

I'm petrified of the whole scenery
The game is some shit you either roll wit
Or give up because the game is quick to make a nigga stroke it
For less is what I was wishin' for it never came true

So it came to plannin' missions damn near shittin' in my drawers
I gotta play my part though and take what I can
From the niggaz I don't got scarface nigga I feel ya
By any means necessary, that's why they find scary niggaz buried

Carried to a whole 'nother place
If you'se a hard nigga die with a smirk on your face
So much drama, I put my best in it
Peace, I'd rather live than rather rest in it

Where I'm from or where I'm headed, it ain't no love
I give thanx that I'm alive to the man up above
I'm still takin' shit day by day
Survin' off a nifty, that's why I'm goin' 5150

Ripley's won't believe I'm shot, limpin' down the block
Tryin' to scoot out, carry the bloody glock
'Cause niggaz they plot, it was a shoot out
Tryin' to take the loot out my pocket
But I'm quick to let the glock spit at his 350 rocket

Then I split runnin' down the block
No sense of dick made them bitch made niggaz whip out a gage
Then blaze my ribcage, I'm dazed
On the ground hella bleeedin' ass out
I remember seein' somebody put me in a glass house, I passed out

Then my spirit arose up out my flesh, I'm old
No more bullet holes in my chest
A gold vest when I awaken for Mista Go-Tec-9 is awaitin'
The Lord [Incomprehensible] playa hatin'

I'm facin' Shock Jesus 'cause I'm the G-ist nigga to do the job right
Because I'm trained up in that mob life
Come back tonite, strapped tonite
He said if I succeed he'll bring my family and dead homies back to life

A big ass eagle scooped me up then we bails out
Flyin' through the cuts goin' the secret hill route
The whole scene was a disaster, Friday the 13th the final chapter
Lookin' niggaz wit Casper The Ghost

But I float until I smoked the big man
Slipped in quick sand, he's gonna kill me
But my spirit slipped in my body, I yelled watch out he's gonna get me
They didn't get me, huh, they labeled my ass 5150

5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni
5150, feel me
Psycho, disco, just go Luni

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8 Rulez - Lyrics - Undaground Legend - Lil' Flip

Title: 8 Rulez
Album: Undaground Legend
Artist: Lil' Flip
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Maurice Jordan, Shasta Moore

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Lyric:
It's the 8 rulez on the streets
You live by this, you won't get holed up

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

In my hood all you see is dope fiends an' dope dealers
Rats an' roaches, police an' 4 wheelers
[Incomprehensible], pawn shops, liquor stores
30 year old men, chillin', drinkin [Incomprehensible]

Stop signs, but don't nobody ever stop
It's ten groups in my hood, but don't nobody drop
Plus the block is hot an' this dope game cold
Through rain, sleet or snow, birds gotta get sold

Birds get sold, I stand an' watch the game unfold
Thing gets low, I told my connect right in the snow
They exchanged the dough, leave the scene wit no clue
4 words you gotta remember, 'Don't break the rules'

Use your tools, it's kinda like you move, you loose
If you don't fuck wit me, I ain't fuckin' wit you
Check the game 'til you see my weapon aim
Nigga, I ain't a rookie I'm a veteran, mayne

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

Hustle for yo whip, stack Benjamins
Buy a cookie cutter, whip it, ship it, then I'm in the wind
Back to home base, I'm on a paper chase
I'm not a case catcher, so I can't catch a case

Money on my mind an' how am I gonna get it
I dress like I'm broke, but I'm really runnin' the city
Bricks turn into crumbs, gallons turn into ones
Drugs, violence, distributin' narcotics usin' guns

Money, cash, hoes, swangin' glass folds
Get the dough, pay the bills, man, that's all I know
Hustlers never sleep an' sleepers never hustle
Down on the interstate with a brick in my muffler

Keep it on a low 'cause niggas be snitchin'
They'll do anythin', so they won't see prison
Man, you never know, yo brother could be a snitch
A month later, now you got Undercovers shakin' yo piss

I'm off the block, somebody better call the cops
I'm haulin' rocks, somebody better call the doc
I'm shippin' an' handlin', when I'm not chicken dismantlin'
The family don't feed me, I feed the family

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

1, never let a nigga know yo business
2, always start what you finish
3, stay on yo note, don't slip
4, be careful 'cause these streets are a trip

5, always keep a glock in yo whip
6, real niggaz stick to the script
7, don't slang crack where you stay
8, just don't do it, okay?

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Alabama - Lyrics - Harvest - Neil Young

Title: Alabama
Album: Harvest
Artist: Neil Young
Composer(s): Neil Young

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Lyric:
Oh, Alabama
The devil fools with the best laid plan
Swing low Alabama

You got the spare change
You got to feel strange
And now the moment is all that it meant

Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track

Oh, Alabama
Banjos playing through the broken glass
Windows down in Alabama

See the old folks tied in white ropes
Hear the banjo
Don't it take you down home?

Alabama, you got the weight on your shoulders
That's breaking your back
Your Cadillac has got a wheel in the ditch
And a wheel on the track

Oh Alabama
Can I see you and shake your hand?
Make friends down in Alabama

I'm from a new land
I come to you and see all this ruin
What are you doing Alabama?
You got the rest of the union to help you along
What's going wrong?

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Teeq - All I Want - Lyrics - Lickin' On Both Sides - Mis

Title: Teeq - All I Want
Album: Lickin' On Both Sides
Artist: Mis
Composer(s): David Brant, Alisha Dixon, Maryanne Morgan, Alan M Glass

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Lyric:
M with the I with the S T double E Q
All I want is to be with you
Mis-Teeq with the one, Sunship

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine, that's all
Firing it up and away we go

Sitting, looking in the mirror
Like Alice, through the looking glass
Life's a never ending journey
Be careful not to go too fast

Sometimes I can't help myself
From falling in too deep
I know it may be hard to tell
Your love is calling me

All I want to be
And away we go
All I want is
Gonna get on the mic
Gonna make you whine

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine, that's all

Floating on a river of dreams
On a magic carpet ride
Take control of my destiny
I know it's just a matter of time

That I will find that Midas Touch
And everything will turn to gold
It would mean nothing
Without you here to hold

All I want to be
And away we go
All I want is
Gonna get on the mic
Gonna make you whine

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine

I can read it in the stars
That what I want is who you are
I will lay my hair down for you
A thousand times to show you

That when you reach me at the top
I'm gonna give you all I got
And wherever we will go
Our hearts will follow

It's a UK thing, stuff that we bring
No one to burn, let the journey begin
We're the Mis-Teeq, we're in chorus, we sing
Quick off the mark, ring a ding ding ding

In a mix with a bag of tricks
Feel the vibe with the one, Sunship
Move to the beat, it's about music
Roll through these tracks with the fresh tactics

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine

All I want is to be with you
But I just got to live, live my own life too
All I need to know that the world is nuts
Snap my fingers and everything is fine, that's all
Firing it up and away we go

Boy, I wanna be with you
I wanna live my own life too
And I got to have it all
That's all, that's all, that's all

I'm gonna snap my finger
Everything is fine
I wanna have it all
Enter

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All The Things We'Ve Never Done - Lyrics - Wild Angels - Martina Mcbride

Title: All The Things We'Ve Never Done
Album: Wild Angels
Artist: Martina Mcbride
Composer(s): Jeff Penning, Craig Bickhardt

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Lyric:
They drank their anniversary glass
A silent moment passed then they kissed
She knows there's something on his mind
He'll tell her in due time what it is

He says, "I've never built your mansion on a hill
Or warmed you in the Spanish sun
I simply blink my eye and think as years fly by
Of all the things we've never done"

She smiles and takes his hand in hers
And says, "It just occurred to me now
The thought that brings you such regret
What hasn't happened yet, it makes me proud"

You never walked away when I needed you to stay
Or made me feel I'm not the one
There've been no broken vows
And there reason we're here now is all the things we've never done

We've never grown apart, you never broke my heart
With secrets that you've kept me from
We've never been untrue and I'm still here with you
Through all the things we've never done

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Bad Attitude - Lyrics - Laura Branigan

Title: Bad Attitude
Artist: Laura Branigan
Composer(s): Paul Bliss, Stephen Kipner

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Lyric:
Drawn like a moth to a flame
I've been consumed by the fire
I've only got myself to blame
I should've known better
Than givin' to desire

And with an arrow through my heart
I watch your image fall apart
True colors blinding me
I don't like what I see

You know you got a bad attitude
I wanna love you but you're dumb animal
Raw like diamond in the rough
I think you're pretty but you're too tough

You see the glass half empty
I see the glass half filled
You try to tell me it's alright
You say you're gonna change you're ways
Ooh baby you know you never will

You know you got a bad attitude
I wanna love you but you're dumb animal
Raw like diamond in the rough
I think you're pretty but you're too tough

I don't need your bad attitude
It's hard to love you when you're too wild animal
Raw like the diamond in the rough
I've had my fill babe enough is enough

And with an arrow through my heart
I watch your image fall apart
True colors blinding me
I'm not impressed with what I see

Tempting me with a bad attitude
I wanna love you but you're too dumb animal
Raw like diamond in the rough
I've had my feel baby, enough is enough

I don't need your bad attitude
It's hard to love you when you're too wild animal
Raw like the diamond in the rough
I think you're pretty but you're too tough

Get out of here with you bad attitude
I wanna love you but you're too wild animal
Raw you're like a diamond in the rough
You could be pretty but you're too tough

I don't need, bad attitude
I wanna love you, I wanna love you
Bad attitude, I wanna love you
Get out of my face now

Bad attitude, I wanna love you
Bad attitude, I wanna love you
Bad attitude, I wanna love you
...

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Brandy (You'Re A Fine Girl) - Lyrics - Looking Glass

Title: Brandy (You'Re A Fine Girl)
Artist: Looking Glass
Composer(s): Elliot Lurie

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Lyric:
Dooda-dit-dooda
Dit-dooda-dit-dooda

There's a port on a western bay
And it serves a hundred ships a day
Lonely sailors pass the time away
And talk about their homes

And there's a girl in this harbor town
And she works layin' whiskey down
They say Brandy, fetch another round
She serves them whiskey and wine

The sailors say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
Yeah, your eyes could steal a sailor from the sea
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Brandy wears a braided chain
Made of finest silver from the North of Spain
A locket that bears the name
Of the man that Brandy loves

He came on a summer's day
Bringin' gifts from far away
But he made it clear he couldn't stay
No harbor was his home

The sailor said, Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Yeah, Brandy used to watch his eyes
When he told his sailor stories
She could feel the ocean fall and rise
She saw its ragin' glory
But he had always told the truth
Lord, he was an honest man
And Brandy does her best to understand
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

At night when the bars close down
Brandy walks through a silent town
And loves a man who's not around
She still can hear him say

She hears him say, Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea
(Dooda-dit-dooda)
(Dit-dooda-dit-dooda-dit)

Brandy, you're a fine girl
(You're a fine girl)
What a good wife you would be
(Such a fine girl)
But my life, my lover, my lady is the sea

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Brick Windows - Lyrics - Filth Pig - Ministry

Title: Brick Windows
Album: Filth Pig
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): Paul Barker, Alain Jourgensen

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Lyric:
Been bangin' my head against the window
Just trying to see the world outside
Some people say it doesn't matter
Some people take you for a ride

I am covered in blood and broken glass
It seems the window likes to fight
Some people say the world's on fire
Some people say the world's on ice
Some people say the world's on ice

Sweet, all alone in alienation
Brick windows

I am sticking my face right through the glass
Just trying to see if the world's alive
Some people will say the window's broken
Some people will say it's all right
Some people will say it's all right

Keep bangin' my head against the wall
Just trying to keep the past alive
Some people who make the windows shatter
Some people who make it airtight
Some people who make it airtight

Sweet, all alone in alienation
Sweet, all alone in alienation
Brick windows, brick windows
Brick windows, brick windows
Brick windows, brick windows

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Bullet Train - Lyrics - '98 Live Meltdown - Judas Priest

Title: Bullet Train
Album: '98 Live Meltdown
Artist: Judas Priest
Composer(s): Glenn Tipton, Kenneth Downing

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Lyric:
Sunrise showing every flaw
Paying for the nights before
Dark eyes, scanning every vein
Exploding cannot stand the strain

Standing on trial, scrutinize me
Questionize my strong denial
Bullet, bullet, bullet train
Piercing through my brain

Windows, illuminating stains
Breakdown closing in again
Free fall as I close my eyes
Voices talking many lies

Changing my course blurred and scorched
Breathing exhausts we distort
By gravity of such G-force
Bullet, bullet, bullet train
Piercing through my brain

Breakdown close my eyes
Voices talking many lies
Stained glass bursting in
Shattering my world again

Free fall never can
Ever reach the ground again
Dark eyes scanning in
Feel my mind explode within

Wanting much more implore you
Near to death's door to ignore
The screams of all
Who fall before

Bullet, bullet, bullet train
Piercing through my brain
Bullet, bullet, bullet train
Piercing through my brain

Bullet, bullet, bullet
Bullet, bullet, bullet
Bullet, bullet, bullet

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Teeq - Can`t Get It Back - Lyrics - Mis

Title: Teeq - Can`t Get It Back
Artist: Mis
Composer(s): Aubrey A. Gravatt, Jr., Theodore Life, Salaam Remi, Marlon Lu Ree Williams, Hernst Bellevue, Natina Tiawane Reed, Joe Freeman

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Lyric:
You get it back
You can't get it back
You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse one, when we begun
You know you had a sister all sprung
With your tongue
I thought you were my babe but no

When we laid
You always knew the right words to say
We got engaged
To be married the very next May

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
You wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

You get it back
You can't get it back

Verse two, now were through
Too much time's been wasted on you
But it's cool
Put the glass shoe on another young fool

I accept that you cramped
And you couldn't take the heat
So you stamped, now upset
Don't come back for nothin' that you left

As the time moved on
The love we had got torn
You used to love me from dusk 'til dawn
But now you're trippin' from night 'til morn

Now you want me to change
I'm sick of you playin' these games
I'm tellin' you one thing
That you wont get it back
You won't get it back, this ring

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Boy, let me tell you this
Don't you know you can't get back
What you put in this relationship?
That includes this ring
'Cos I know I can't get back
All my kissin', huggin', lovin', [Incomprehensible]

We had a happy environment, I put on this diamond
I gave you my all and even met your requirements
Now you're goin' out, cheatin' and you're comin' up smilin'
You can say what you want but you ain't gettin' this diamond

You ain't gettin' this ring back, you tiptoed
You been livin' a stranger, just keep ya zipped closed
Did you really think that, that you can take me for a ride?
If you knock on my door, you know we're gonna collide

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my love and I can't get it back
Gave you all my time and I can't get it back
Now the ring that you gave me, you can't have it back
'Cos it's just not goin' down like that

Gave you my time and I can't get it back
Gave you all my love and I can't get it back
Now the things that you gave me, you want them back
But it's just not goin' down like that

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Celebration - Lyrics - Late Registration - Kanye West

Title: Celebration
Album: Late Registration
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Eure Kanye Omari West, H Harris

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Lyric:
Yeah, you know what this is
It's a celebration, bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that I grab yo' ass

Why you actin' all shy and all?
Why is y'all lyin' for?
I never did this before, stop that
What, you want some Petron?
I got that

I mean, I promise y'all, you fine and all
And your girlfriend, she kinda raw
But she not like you
No, she not like you

Right now, I need you to mute all the monologue
All that talkin is gon' give me a Tylenol
You put a nigga to sleep, I'm tired of y'all
Right now, the Louis Vuitton don is signing off

But, I just thought you should know
We hit the liquor store, got some Cris and some Mo
And we about to let it flow
Had some problems before but see we let 'em go
Got an ounce of that dro and we about to let it blow

Yeah, you know what this is
It's a celebration, bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that, I grab yo' ass

See, you know my style, I'm very wild
And I vow that my child will be well endowed
Like his daddy
And tell him that your mama had a fattie
He looked up at me said
"Daddy, that's the reason why you had me?"

Yep, we was praticin'
Till one day your ass bust through the packagin'
You know what though? You my favorite accident
So go 'head, pop some Cristal
For my newborn child 'cuz now y'all

Know what this is
It's a celebration, bitches
Grab a drink, grab a glass
After that, I grab yo' ass

But, I just thought you should know
We hit the liquor store, got some Cris and some Mo
And we about to let it flow
Had some problems before but see we let 'em go
Got an ounce of that dro and we about to let it blow
Ho, ho, we lookin' for some, ho, ho, ha

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Ching Ching - Lyrics - Girl Interrupted - Ms. Jade

Title: Ching Ching
Album: Girl Interrupted
Artist: Ms. Jade
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Gerald Eaton, Nelly Furtado, Brian West, Garland Mosley, Chevon Young

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Lyric:
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching,ching
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching
What about the money that I spent up today?
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching
What about the money that I spent up today?

Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching
What about the money that I spent up today?
Ba da, ba ba, ching, ching, ching
Ba da, ba ba ba, ching, ching
What about the money that I spent up today?

Tim took you from ghetto to class, how to hold your glass
To Fendi's to bags, for holdin' your cash
People was seein' you pass, like right through the drapes
I brought you the private, ounce wit the gates

Thinkin' that stuff make me faint, just whistle real fast
Cougars roll in the grass, same cat on your Jag
Why your keepin' them tabs, and callin' me for
It cost every minute and you know I'm on tour

And I'm deeply committed, although I'm forgettin'
Sometimes while hittin' it ,different names would slip
If I been wit a chick, check me miss
Your complexion switched, honey you been on trips

But you don't appreciate this, till your back in the Jetta
No iceberg you own, just Angelica's sweaters
If the steaks ain't T-Bone, you ain't properly fed
Hun tonight is bet burgers, no cheese on the bread
And I say

What about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling ,bling?
What about the money that I spent up today?
What about his ching, ching, ching?
What about his bling, bling, bling?
What about his money that I spent up today?

What about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up today?
What about his ching, ching, ching?
What about his bling, bling, bling?
What about his money that I spent up today?

Boy you act like I need ya, came down wit amnesia
Ran to y'alls in the meters, nuttin' but hate in between us
Now you come poppin' this shit, nigga I made you rich
Introduce you to Cris, flipped and secured your bricks

Even though them kids ain't mine, let 'em call me mami
I deserve them dollars, trip to the Bahamas and Porsche rotten
I washed your clothes, put up wit your hoes
Never messed up yo dough, put the G in ya glow

So what you sweatin' me fo', I promoted them tours
I was poppin' them fours, run in and outta them stores
I cleaned up your spot, poured your brandy and scotch
Razor blades to the rocks, even lied to the cops

Played your wife and your mother, cousin, sister and brother
Accountant lawyer and lover, I'm through dealin' wit suckers
Shuttin' and lockin' the door, bout to settle the score
You wastin' my time, boy, but what about mine boy

What about your ching, ching, ching?
What about your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money today?
What about your ching, ching, ching?
What about your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money today?

What about your ching, ching, ching?
What about your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money today?
What about your ching, ching, ching?
What about your bling, bling, bling?
So what you spent up all your money today?

Boy money ain't everything, married minus the ring
Frequent Coach, mink, coats, cruises on ships and boats
I gave you way more, can't there 'bout all your bulls
Since day one it was ours it never was yours

Uh, look at the bigger picture, study the ghetto scripture
Held your back when you was broke frontin' 'cuz now you richer
No frontin' in that there, Ms. Jade is everywhere
Enough talkin' I'm through, my lawyer will be callin' you

All this money that he's spendin', you owe me everything
I wanna tell him it's not his money, he tell me to go away, baby
Wish he'd only give me a chance to show him that I'm alive
I'm gonna be there and you need peace and tender all up in his life
Yeah, yeah, yeah

What about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up today?
What about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up today?

What about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up today?
What about my ching, ching, ching?
What about my bling, bling, bling?
What about the money that I spent up today?

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Come And Get With Me (Remix) - Lyrics - Keith Sweat

Title: Come And Get With Me (Remix)
Artist: Keith Sweat
Composer(s): Lee Mccallum, Calvin Broadus, Keith D Sweat

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Lyric:
Yo', Keith Sweat and Snoop D O double G
Real players doin' this VIP, you feel me
So all the ladies that wanna get with us
You got to be special VIP, come get with me

Goodness grief, it's Snoop and Keith Sweat
A double dose of this triple threat
Yep, Moet White Star in a glass
Here's a toast to the fool that let you slip through with no pass

All access, you can jump in and test
When we through parlayin', you dig what I'm sayin'?
You look good, girl, you'd look better if you was with me
Get in where you fit in, let's do this VIP

Look at you, Shorty, you really got it goin' on
(You know you got it goin' on)
I like the way you move it, girl, when the DJ played this song
You're lookin' real good to me
(Lookin' good to me)
Sittin' in a VIP you really need to get with me
(Come on)

Cristal blowin'
(Blowin')
Party still goin'
(Still goin')
Crowd pleasers everywhere
But I still had to stop and stare

'Cause you're lookin' real good to me
(So good)
Sittin' in a VIP
You really need to get with me
(Oh yeah, babe)

So come on get with me, Shorty
(Come get with me, babe)
I got what you need
(Got what you need, girl)

Come on get with me tonight, baby
(Come get with me, babe)
I got what you need
(Got what you need, girl)

Come on get with me
(Come spend the night tonight)
I got what you need
(I'll make you feel alright)

Come on get with me tonight, Shorty
(Come get with me, babe)
(I got what you need)
(Got what you need, girl)

Pullin' out in the Lex, tell you what we'll do next
Know a little spot in town where we can fool around
Girl, I wanna turn you on
(Turn you on)
Make love all night long
(Like that)

You're lookin' real good to me
(You know you look good to me like music, huh, huh)
See, the night is young
(Yeah)
Girl, let's have some fun
Just wanna lay you down
(Yeah)

[Incomprehensible]
I wanna get with you
(Oh yeah, yeah)
Tell me what you wanna do
(What you wanna do?)

So come on get with me, Shorty
(Come get with me, babe)
I got what you need
(Got what you need, girl)

Come on get with me tonight, baby
(Come get with me, babe)
I got what you need
(Got what you need, girl)

Now I have seen a lot of girls, but none like you
You're red-boned and thick, got it goin' on, ooh
She's in the next room, I slid by the restroom
And all I heard was zoom zoom zoom

I see you peekin', but you ain't speakin'
Put your drink down, think now, stop tweekin'
A once in a lifetime experience
Come get with me, it'll be luxurious

I'm serious, and curious to find out what turns you on
I'm Snoop Doggy Dogg with the doggy bone
Hangin' with Keith Sweat in his VIP section
Tryin' to give you more than the average affection

[Incomprehensible], close the doors, it's goin' down
You never thought that Keith Sweat
Would hook up with the Dogg Pound
Gangster's finest, take time to listen
Come and get with me 'cause we on a mission

Come on get with me
(Come spend the night tonight)
I got what you need
(I'll make you feel alright)

Come on get with me
(Come get with me, babe)
I got what you need
(Got what you need, girl, ooh)

Yo, yo, what's happenin', baby
(Come on get with me babe)
Come on over here to this VIP section
(Got what you need, girl)
Oh, don't worry about it, you ain't got no wristband?

We gon' get you in, that's all access
(Come on get with me)
Chillin' with the DPG, doin' VIP
(Got what you need, girl)
That's real, don't even worry about no wristband
You rollin' with the Dogg, baby, yeah

Holler at a player, holler at a player
(Yeah)
Holler at a player
(Yeah)
Holler at a player, DPG
Holler at a player
(Get with me, get with me)

Holler at a player
(Get with me, come get with me)
Holler at a player
(Get with me)
Holler at a player
(Yeah)

Don't even sweat it

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Commercial - Lyrics - King Missile - King Missile

Title: Commercial
Album: King Missile
Artist: King Missile
Composer(s): John S Hall, Roger Murdock, Dave Rick, Chris Xefos

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Lyric:
Lately, I've seen red, I've tasted blood
I've killed with words, I've wished and hoped
And swam through a river of snot
Twice as wide as the mighty Mississippi

But I wanna know about the commercial I saw on TV
An Irish guy walking through a field of green
Whistling one of those Irish jigs
And a woman walks up and says
"Manly yes, but I like it too"

Then the guy pulls out a huge knife
And cuts off his first two fingers
And somehow catches them
In what's left of his left hand
And hands them to the woman
Did I mention they're both dressed in green?

They, they both sing this song together
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey, cut off two of your fingers
And stab yourself in the eye"

Then he stabs himself in the eye
And hands her the knife
And she stabs herself in the eye, okay? Okay?
So what about that?

Then they join arms and do this Irish folk dance
While taking turns dismembering each other
This was a commercial for deodorant, I think
Or soap or something
So now all the body parts are lying in a heap

But the heads are still singing
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey, get away from summer
And cut off all your limbs"

Then all of the body parts
Start hopping and bopping around like little bunny rats
Then they jump into the mouths of the singing heads
But then they just slip right back out
Through the severed necks and keep bopping about

It's very beautiful music that's playing
There's an Irish flute and a mandolin, I think
And the background singers sound
Just like the Clancy brothers

It's really a wonderful commercial
Spectacular, it must of cost a fortune to make
The kind of commercial you'd see
During the Super Bowl, maybe

Where the advertising time costs
A million dollars a half a minute
Wow, imagine that
A million dollars for a half a minute

Anyway, by the end of it
It looks like the two of them have been through a juicer
Or a food processor or a blender or something
It's just a pink puree of blood
Bone and flesh in a big bucket

But it's still singing somehow
"Are ya icky? Are ya sticky?
Are ya hot as anything?
Hey, blend yourself, process yourself
Become a glass of animal juice"

"Haven't you had enough
Of fruit juices and vegetable juices?
Next time company comes over
Offer them a cool refreshing glass of yourself"

"Give of yourself
Stop being such a selfish piece of snot
Okay? Okay? Okay
And now, back to our program"

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24 Wit An L - Lyrics - Bootlegs & B-Sides - Ice Cube

Title: 24 Wit An L
Album: Bootlegs & B-Sides
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
24 with a L
24 years old
And I got life in this motherfucker

24 with a L as I bail through the concrete
Shit is kinda deep, deep
Deeper than Atlantis
You got to know who the man is

L.A. better known as Pelican's Bay
The ghetto bird's got the word from the stool pigeon
A bird in the hand can't beat a chicken
There ain't no warden, shit

Just broken glass fuckin' up my Jordans
Twice upon a time in the projects
I done got jacked for my Rolex
But I keep goin', let it pass

'Cause the swap meet got a sale on ski masks
And my little homie Kevin
Been carjackin' since '87
L.A. is like a jail cell and I got 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

Now, I made a little money, good
But I still want to live in the hood
But buying new fly shit
Is just like inviting ants to a picnic

It's just too many sets
And now I'm getting those kidnap threats
But who wanna get wet?
'Cause I'll soak ya, you think I'm fat like Oprah

All I got is a little piece of nothing
And now you wanna jack all of a sudden
Rather have me face down on the floor
Instead of that devil you work for

Motherfuckin' coward
And clowning my man 'cause he wants to go to Harvard
Now I got a strap when I bail
Through the hood, 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

24 years, but see I got life
Sorry Mike, it does matter if you're black or white
'Cause I'm up against the black and white
They spread my legs and grab my nuts tight

Niggas keep hitting me up
And bitches try to get a drop of nut
Askin' me to dick this so they can blow up
Throw up from the morning sickness

Keep my shoulder on the wall like the county
'Cause you buster ass niggas can't clown me
South of pee go, that's where we go
Deep in a Regal, Desert Eagle

Sittin' on my lap like a bitch with a gat
Westside's on the map
So if you want to scrap or even drop shells
It don't matter, 24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
24 with a L

Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger
Get in that cell, nigger

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Days Turn Blue To Gray - Lyrics - Through The Ashes Of Empires - Machine Head

Title: Days Turn Blue To Gray
Album: Through The Ashes Of Empires
Artist: Machine Head
Composer(s): Adam Duce, Dave Mcclain, Phil Demmel, Robert Flynn

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Lyric:
Oh, thou have fathered
Son and daughter
Doth beget, yet raised not bother
Paralyzed your children lives
Withered vines of family ties

Self destruction
Makes him function

Crayons and clay
Days turn blue to gray
An' days turn blue to gray

Oh, seventeen when
Family begin'
Drinkin', fightin', heroin
Unquenchable addictions call
Responsible to none above all

Self destruction
Makes him function

Crayons and clay
An' days turn blue to gray
An' days turn blue to gray

Lest I taste
It's sweet grapes
Glass to tongue
Across it tips
Cross my lips
Swallow it down

Please
Won't you love me?
Please help me see
What did I do?
Did I hurt you?

And now that you're gone
Emptiness lives on
The guilt's all I feel
No closure

Father
Mother
Fucker
No closure

No, no, no, no

The strings of my hearts
You pulled on endlessly
This twine is severed
With tragedy

Father
Mother
Destroyer
Destroy her

Your self destruction
What made you feel alive?
Your self destruction
Of your children's lives, lives

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Ain'T It Fun - Lyrics - The Spaghetti Incident? - Guns 'N Roses

Title: Ain'T It Fun
Album: The Spaghetti Incident?
Artist: Guns 'N Roses
Composer(s): Cheetah Chrome, Peter Laughner

Lyric:
Ain't it fun when you're always on the run?
Ain't it fun when your friends despise what you've become?
Ain't it fun when you get so high, well that you just can't come?
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young?

It's such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, fun, such fun, such

Ain't it fun when you're taking care of number one?
And ain't it fun when you feel like you just gotta get a gun?
Ain't it fun when you just can't seem to find your tongue?
'Cause you stuck it too deep into something that really stung
It's such fun

Well, so you come up to me and spit right in my face
I didn't even feel it, it was such a disgrace
I punched my fist right through the glass
But you didn't feel it, it happened so fast

Such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun, fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such

Ain't it fun when you tell her she's just a c***?
And ain't it fun when she splits and leaves you on the run?
Well, ain't it fun when you broken up every band that you ever begun?
Ain't it fun when you know that you're gonna die young?

It's such fun, such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun
Such fun, such fun, such fun

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Doing It Way Big - Lyrics - La Bella Mafia - Lil' Kim

Title: Doing It Way Big
Album: La Bella Mafia
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Kim Jones, J Garfield

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Lyric:
C'mon dice, c'mon dice

Throw on a Hollyhood Wear by Lil' Kim
You know the Queen Bee known for doin' it way big
We take trips to Mekenos, Greece
Just to shop, we don't stop doin' it way big
This is for my millionaire club golfers
Comin' up like Halle and Denzel, winnin' the Oscars
Y'all get y'all diamonds from Jacob, I ain't mad at ya
I get mine straight out the Kimberly Gold Mine in Africa
I smack niggaz 'cross the face with a Centurion card
Who don't believe, I'm doin' it way big
In the Continental T, Magnolia B, man, she doin' it way big
I'm comin' through Hummer stuntin', and I'm frontin'
Workin' that Burkein Ermez bag
Only multi millionaires who know about that
Be like damn, she doin' it way big

Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

Pull out the G fifty five, Chevrolet
Oh by the way I'm doin' it way big
Eight Alpine speakers, custom made H.R.E rims
Uh huh, doin' it way big
The chinchilla blanket, the black diamond anklet
It's made out of rubbergut fagot, try to yank it
Got all glass, Benz in all class
I'm do it big, my first kid gon' have a crib all brass
This is, exotic y'all, I got it y'all
Every color lizard watch from Scotty y'all
Private jets, Tiffany silverware sets
I got shit department stores ain't even get yet
I drop thirty or more in Christian Dior
They gotta close the store and let me shop some more
We go to Broadway plays in six white Rolls Royce
Now that's what you call doin' it way big

Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

As long as I'm here, I'm gon' keep doin' it, doin' it how I do it
When I do it best believe I be doin' it way big
We greet our guests at the door
With champagne and cigars that read doin' it way big
Chrome on the doors, stone on the floors
Fourteen karat gold paint on the walls
We swim in pools with marble waterfalls
Ball, baby or don't ball at all
My bathroom is Chanel, my bedroom Louis Vuitton
And office decorated in Ralph Lauren
I got a Versace couch and pillows I sleep on
With the matchin' robe and slippers, I beg to differ
La Perla lingerie, 'cause it fits my body
Get with us, we know how to throw a party
And you can't get in
Without a Queen Bee Members only jacket that reads doin' it way big

Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G
Anything we do we do it B.I.G
Every move we make is always B.I.G
And the number one rule, think B.I.G
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

C'mon dice, one more time now, c'mon dice
And the best rapper's still B.I.G

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Do My - Lyrics - The Understanding - Memphis Bleek

Title: Do My
Album: The Understanding
Artist: Memphis Bleek
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Patrick Lawrence

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Lyric:
Turn that motherfucker louder
It's the Roc in this motherfucker, biotch
Oh yeah, bounce, uh uh, bounce
Yeah, yeah bounce, come on
Oh come, on bounce, come on

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, come on
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, come on

Do my ladies run it fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Yo I come through, few of my man's
Scoop you and your friends
You, you, and you with the Timbs
In tight jeans, Chinese eyes

Indian hair, Black girl ass
Let me pour you a glass of Belvi
Tell me all about your past
Let me console your soul while I palm your ass

And your man did what? He ain't give you?
He cheated with her, I can't diss duke
I tell you this though get with this dude
I'll teach you about dough and show you what this do

It's a secret society, all we ask is trust but I don't freeze bitches
Just skeeze bitches break up happy homes
Just seize misses you'll never get her back once you get a yacht
How you love that? How you love that?

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, come on
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, come on

Do my ladies run it fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Ay, yo back woods rollin', rap you can't hold 'em
ROC gear matchin' crews Bleek is chillin', Murda is chillin'
What more can I say? We still killin' 'em
Bags we still dealin' 'em, four wheels, we wheelin' them

Chicks like I'm feelin' him, yeah ma okay
Black jeans and Timberlands, give them adrenaline rush
Ladies know the difference between them niggas and us
We the R-O-C and we don't stop
They don't make a gun that we don't pop

Matter fact they don't make a car that we don't drop
Thought you knew they don't make jewels that we don't cop
What you knew? You actin' like the ROC ain't hot
Or the car that I cop ain't missin' a top

And even if they don't make drops that kind
I tear da roof off like I'm Busta Rhymes motherfucker

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, come on
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
Yeah, yeah, yeah come on

Do my ladies run it fat asses and flat stomachs
Throw a hand in the air if it's the year of the woman
Or my dogs run it, let 'em know that you're still gunnin'
Throw a drink in the air let 'em know you still thuggin'

Do my ladies run this motherfucker?
Okay
Or do my thugs run this motherfucker?
Uh-huh, okay, uh-huh
Come on, come on

It's the R O C, we don't stop
R O C, we don't stop
R O C, we don't stop
Uh Memp Bleek, the understanding niggas
Get your mind right, ha ha

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Ambience - Lyrics - Crashings - Falling Up

Title: Ambience
Album: Crashings
Artist: Falling Up
Composer(s): Thomas Charles Jr Cox, Jeremy David Miller, Jessy Calvin Ribordy, Joshua Mark Shroy

Lyric:
Legacy will never burn
Hard to breathe, I'll never learn
And it moves me towards
Where I want to leave
In the silence we all speak
Layin' down and sufferin'
And I move nothin'
And embrace what I don't need

So I stand, all alone
With your trance, on my own
Will I just sustain movin' on in vain
'Cause this glow, you and I
Have come to know, is a lie
And we must move on

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room, you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room, you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

Listen deep, you'll hear that sound
Whisperin', it's all around
Echoes graspin' in, echoes lastin' sin
Out of this, please open up
Move from this, it's taken us
And I need to change, and I need to say

So I stand, all alone
With your trance, on my own
Will I just sustain, movin' on in vain?
'Cause this glow, you and I
Have come to know, is a lie
And we must move on

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on

Tell me the things that I need to keep my heart
From breaking clean
Leave me with numbness and watch me lock
Myself in disbelief
Where does this movement come from
I'm holding on so desperately?
This love is so intricate I feel it taking

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

I can see past these fine lines that you stepped through
I can see through these glass eyes that led me on
I'm in this room you're in that and you play
Hearts like instruments

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