4 Ever - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: 4 Ever
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): David Lewis, Jonathon Lewis, Clifford Smith, Wayne Lewis

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Lyric:
K one

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
That don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me and put it on me

If I need that, plus she understand me when I beat that
It's sweet like candy, this time I might just eat that
You steal my heart, sweetheart then you can keep that
Let's bar hop and find us a spot where we can chief at

Push the seats back, you got the kinda body
Niggaz beep at, try to speak at but get no feedback
Sophisticated, miss highly edumicated
Living well lady, that made it, type of woman you stay with

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

Give me a queen that respects a king just like Coretta
Get everything except the ring for worse or better
Even through the stormy weather, rain, sleet, snow
Whatever, see if it go down, we go together

Like Twix bars, ain't no problem that we can't fix, ma
You ain't gotta sugar my tank or key the kid car
'Cuz broken hearts leave big scars, when emotions get hit hard
Niggaz get drunk and hit the strip bar

But that ain't even ya man's style, even back as a manchild
That's where I stood and where I stand now
I'm throwing rocks at your window pane
Trying to bang, girl, like injure pain, you know the game

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

No matter what we go through
(What we go through)
I'll be there for you
(There for you)

I'll never let you down
I'll just hold you down
Oh, ooh

No matter where we be
(Where we be)
I'll do it all again
(All again)

The ups and down
I'll hold you down
Oh, ooh

Give me a woman that get down for me, my one and only
She don't fuss or fuck around on me or leave me lonely
Not just a honey but a homey, just wanna hold me
'Cuz she got a lotta love for me

And now I gotta lotta love for her, might even take a slug for her
And everywhere we go, pull out that red rug for her
Yeah, them back rubs in the bathtub, got me cleaning my act up
I'm ready to shack up, now that's love

Nobody can love you like me, boy
I'll promise to be your only girl
Don't ever leave, just stay
You will be down for me, anyway

Ah, you and me together, baby

We both know that our love will grow
And forever will be you and me

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911 - Lyrics - The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin - Kirk Franklin

Title: 911
Album: The Rebirth Of Kirk Franklin
Artist: Kirk Franklin
Composer(s): Kirk Franklin

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Lyric:
Hello
Hey, it's me, Kirk, I need to speak to bishop
Sure, hold on
Hello
Hey, I got some stuff I need to talk to you about
Lately, pastor I've been having all these crazy kind of dreams
It's hard to sleep, I can't eat scary, you know
I know what you mean

I mean, every since that Tuesday
Seems like life's just getting real strange
I hear ya Anthrax, terrorist attacks
And I ain't even trying to get on no plane
I feel ya
And you know when I try to pray
There's a voice that telling that God's not real

You know that's just the enemy
Yeah, but you ain't feelin' me
No son, I know just know you feel
See, just because I preach and teach don't mean
I don't get scared sometimes

Yeah, whatever, but you TD Jakes
Well, then I don't make mistakes
Well
Now, let me tell you what's on my mind
When your smile is gone
(He cares)

Yeah, but I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy
God said
(Every burden I will bear)
See, but you don't know my
(My pain)

And I'm getting so sick and tired of all
(This rain)
I just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me what I got to gain?
Well, see, trials come to make
(You strong)
Storms won't last
(Last long)

But how can I trust God in all this mess?
Well, see that's the reason for the song
See, wherever you go there's one thing ya got to know
God, is right there by your side
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you everything
(Every thing's Egon' be alright)

So thank you for calling it's always good to hear from you
Yeah, but
But I gotta go now
Wait a minute
I got another call on line 2
But I ain't through

See I'm sick and tired of all these church folk talking
About stuff ain't as bad as it seems
See, y'all don't feel my pain
I don't have pain?
I don't see how you on the cover on Time magazine

See, but you're looking at now and you don't know
How I struggled and what I've been through
Yeah, whatever
Now, you crossed the line
I'm just speaking' my mind
Okay, so let me speak mine, too
(Hmm)

I've made some mountains, I've seen some valleys
I've even had to cry sometimes
Like when I lost my mother
Your mother?
My mother
I'm sorry

No son that's fine
See life is full of ups and downs but God said
(The storm won't last long)
But how's you make it through?
Boy, I thought you knew it was His
(Love that kept me strong)

When your smile is gone
(He cares)
But I feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although, your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
Yeah, but see y'all don't feel
(My pain)

And I'm getting very sick and tired of all this
(This rain)
Just got laid off, and to top it off the rent's due
So tell me, bishop, what I gotta gain?
Didn't I tell you trials come to make
(You strong)
And those old storms won't
(Last long)

How can I trust God in the midst of all this mess?
See that's the reason for this song
Wherever you go there's something ya got to know
(God still cares)
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And he told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

Thank you, pastor
Any time
I think I can make it now just tell me what I need to do
Just pray this prayer with me

Say, father
(Father)
Forgive me
(Forgive me)
I'm sorry
(I'm sorry)

Please help me
(Help me)
I love you
(I love you)
I need you
(I need you)

Hold me
(Hold me)
Jesus
(Jesus)
My heart
(My heart)
My soul
(My soul)

Please take
(Please take)
Control
(Control)
Right now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
Now
(Now)
(Right now)

When you ain't got no smile
(He cares)
And even when you feel so alone
(He's there and)
Although your heart is heavy, God said
(Every burden I will bear)
And even in the midst of all ya
(Pain)
And when you're sick and tired of all the rain
(This rain)

Remember that the rain won't last always and in Christ Jesus
You got so much to gain
You see your trials come to make you
(Strong)
And the storms won't last
(Too long)
Remember my brother, my sister it's only temporary
See that's the reason for this song

Wherever you go
There's something you've got to know
God is still there
(Weeping may endure for a night)
And told me to tell you
(Every thing's gon' be alright)

[Unverified]

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About You - Lyrics - The Breakthrough - Mary J Blige

Title: About You
Album: The Breakthrough
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Anthony Newley, William Adams, Mary J Blige, Keith Ernesto Harris, Leslie Bricusse

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Lyric:
Mary J, Will, I Am in the place with the love
Yeah, it feels, it feels good
Mary J, Will I Am, tell 'em how ya feel

Boy you got me goin' crazy
I don't know what to say anymore
'Cuz still I wanna be your lady
You know that I would never walk out that door

I'm not giving up on us but
Things can get a little hard in this life
But you know, you know I love you

You're everthing I ever wanted
Everything I've never wanted
In a man, can't you see
What you're doing to me?

I'm sayin' yes and sayin' no
Because I don't want you to know
How I really feel, how I really feel

About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(How I feel, you know how I feel)
So very happy with my life
(It's a new life for me, yeah)

You, you're the one for me
I don't wanna be free
Boy, you have rescued me
But sometimes I don't want to be bothered

Baby, don't think I am shady
Just adjusting to ya
I don't wanna confuse ya or even misuse ya
But I love ya, I love ya, yeah, yeah, yeah

You're everthing I ever wanted
Everything I've never wanted
In a man, can't you see
What you're doing to me?

I'm sayin' yes and sayin' no
Because I don't want you to know
How I really feel, how I really feel

About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(How I feel, you know how I feel)
And so very happy with my life
(It's a new life for me, yeah)

(So very happy with my life)
So glad to have someone to hold me
(So very happy with my life)
I'm so glad, so glad, so glad, so glad

Baby, you a soul mama
Love's what I'ma bring to you
Quick don't pause like a comma
Won't stall on ya when it's time to put it on ya
Don't call on another chick I'm callin' on ya

Won't trip on ya, I don't bring the drama
I won't dip out when it's trauma
I'm holdin' on mama, hold up, wait a minute
We've been through the downs ups but stayed in it
So glad that I've got you, that I got you
So glad that I got you, that I got you

You're everthing I ever wanted
Everything I've never wanted
In a man, can't you see
What you're doing to me?

I'm sayin' yes and sayin' no
Because I don't want you to know
How I really feel, how I really feel

About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(You know how I feel)
About you
(How I feel, you know how I feel)
So very happy with my life
(It's a new life for me, yeah)

There it is

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Betcha She Don'T Love You - Lyrics - Sweet Kisses - Jessica Simpson

Title: Betcha She Don'T Love You
Album: Sweet Kisses
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Evan Rogers, Carl Sturken

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Lyric:
Oh yeah

Last night I saw you out
Hangin' with another girl
Tell me what that's all about
You used to be my world

6 days and 7 nights
Since we decided to say goodbye
But I'm still feeling you
I can't get you of my mind

I tried so hard to fight it
But I can't let you go
No way to deny it

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do
Oh yeah, better than I do

Don't even fool yourself
She'll never take my place
Put her up back on the shelf
She'll never win this race

Through all the ups and downs
I was always there for you
And now you think about
Somebody else so

No one could do you better
But you know, you know what
I'll wait here forever

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do
Oh hey, she'll never take my place

No one could do the things I do
I bring the lovin' outta you
Deep in your heart you know it's true
Better believe it

You know that you should be with me
I got the lovin' that you need
It's just the way it's gotta be
Can't you see, yeah?

You know I treated you right
I know the things that you like
And this much I know for sure
That no one in the world could ever love you more, yeah
Oh oh, yeah yeah

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do

No one could do the things I do
I bring the lovin' outta you
Deep in your heart you know it's true
Better believe it

You know that you should be with me
I got the lovin' that you need
It's just the way it's gotta be
Can't you see, yeah?

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do

And I betcha she don't love you like I do
And I betcha she's not giving you all that you need
If you don't remember let me remind you
No one in the world could ever love you better than I do

And I betcha she don't love you like I do

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Canned Heat - Lyrics - Synkronized - Jamiroquai

Title: Canned Heat
Album: Synkronized
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Sola Akingbola, Simon Katz, Jason Kay, Derrick Mckenzie, Wallis Buchanan, Toby Smith

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Lyric:
You know this boogie is for real
I used to put my faith in worship
But then my chance to get to heaven slipped
I used to worry about the future
But then I threw my caution to the wind

I had no reason to be care free, no, no, no
Until I took a trip to the other side of town, yeah, yeah, yeah
You know I heard that boogie rhythm, hey
I had no choice but to get down, down, down, down

Dance, nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

I feel the thunder, see the lightning
I know this anger's heaven sent
So I've got to hang out all my hang-ups
Because of the boogie I feel so hell bent, hey, hey

It's just an instant gut reaction, that I got
I know I never ever felt like this before
I don't know what to do but then that's nothing new
Stuck between hell and high water I need a cure to make it through

Hey dancing nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance
Hey, got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

You know, know, know I'm gonna dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight baby
You know I've got canned heat up my heels

You know this boogie is for real
Only the wind can blow the answer
And she cries to me when I'm asleep
She says you know that you can go much faster
I know that peoples' talk can be so cheap, hey

I got this voodoo child in veined on me
I'm gonna use my power to ascend
You know I got these running heels to use
Sometimes there's no way I lose, I was born to run and built to last
You've never seen my feet 'cause they move so fast

Dance yeah, hey nothing left for me to do but dance
Off these bad times I'm going through just dance, hey
Got canned heat in my heals tonight, baby

Hey, I've got to dance, yeah
Off the nasty things that people say
Dance yeah, but I'm gonna make it anyway
Dance yeah, got canned heat up my heels tonight, baby

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight
You know I'm gonna dance my blues away

You know this boogie is for real
Got so much canned heat in my heels, yeah
Gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, come on got canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight
Dance, canned heat in my heels tonight, baby

Hey, got so much

Dance, hey, DJ let the music play
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Let the music play)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I wanna let this party live)

Hey, DJ let the music play
(I'm gonna let this party live)
I'm gonna let this party live
(I'm gonna let this party live)

Hey, DJ throw my cares away
(Party live, I'm gonna let this party live, hey)
I'm gonna let this party live
Canned heat in my heels tonight

Dance, you know this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat in my heels
Dance, gonna dance, gonna dance my blues away tonight

Dance, you know, you know this boogie this boogie is for real
Dance, got so much canned heat, canned heat in my heels
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight
Dance, you know I'm gonna dance my blues away tonight

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Desensitized - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Desensitized
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Tim Burton, Dicky Barrett

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Lyric:
{God, he is up there
He is up there
I can't fucking hear anything
What the fuck?
I think he can't hear anything}

Well I woke up early
On the tenth anniversary
Did they fit in clips of
In between food prep shorts
Weather reports

Check the day's commute
And a look at sports
I remember how the wind
Was knocked from me
Before it became footage
A footnote in history

Recently well I think, I heard
It could have been avoided
And it shouldn't have occurred
A fundamental obligation
To my parents and my kids
Life gave me a glimpse of it

They don't know who shot him
They never caught him
Let's get to the bottom
And blow off the lid
I'm trying to keep a balance
Like the plates on top of sticks
Chip away till it goes down
When it goes down apply the kicks

Recently well I think, I heard
It could have been avoided
And it shouldn't have occurred
Sadly we're desensitized
To all the scandals and the cover ups
The conspiracies and lies

Recently well I think, I heard
It could have been avoided
And it shouldn't have occurred
Sadly we're desensitized
To all the scandals and the cover ups
The conspiracies and lies

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Destroy Rebuild - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Destroy Rebuild
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Scott Larock, L Parker, Nasir Jones, M Risko, P Hendricks

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Lyric:
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects, Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
Cowardest rappers

He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory
Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor
Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar
Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever
Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike, its mega

Right Mega was his name sorry about that
But it's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
But that's Nas always looking out for breadrin'
'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him
'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughing to the bank and shit

Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack
Def Jam now that he signed a contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Mega, for the record, you could suck my dick
Bitch you from around the way it's sad what this do to me
But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill us
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So now since we on the subject of traders and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I always knew he wanted my downfall

He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B
Nature moved to Marcy
Man dick riding nature, nothing else to say
Man nature moved to Mars, back with ass niggas in fear
Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed

Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
Just fills me, when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get filthy rich, it's just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So nowI put the name on the map after Marly and Shan
QB before the Roc had one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
P how many times natures shamed that
Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back

They don't respect you a check's due for me for your fame
Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name
Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king
Even Jigga want the crown, honestly poor thing
I'm representing Queensbridge U S A
Where two SK's go off every day new flesh lay
All you little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back, so haters say

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

{So now they say the bridge is over my dick, bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
From out your circle, you can't save everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real}

{And thats real, ayo nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or don't even rep this man
Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you never bucking, where you be at man?
All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Neo Brown of the fucking hood
Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines}

{Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding
That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining
With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks
I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side
Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby, QB}

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All That I Got (The Make Up Song) - Lyrics - Dutchess - Fergie

Title: All That I Got (The Make Up Song)
Album: Dutchess
Artist: Fergie
Composer(s): Lionel B Richie, Will Adams, Stacy Ferguson, Ronald Lapread, Keith Harris

Lyric:
Baby, baby when you?re looking deep in my eyes
I know you?re seeing past my make up
Into the little girl that used to hide out and cry
When her parents fought, tryin? to be strong

You can see the hurt in me, the cover ups so secretly
And all that I aspire to be, you see, you see
You know who I really am, no entourage or caravan
And do you even give a damn, about all that and tell me

Would you love me if I didn't work out
Or I didn't change my natural hair?
And I could be the one you want grow older with
Baby, I?ll give you all that I got

See, I don't mean to scare you now or push you away
'Cause I?m not tryin? to rush anything
But when I look into your eyes I'm not scared to say
I'll sit near you, I?m in the picture too

Like a happy family tree, we?re together constantly
This could be eventually, we?ll see, we?ll see
But all that I have got to know is with me baby will you grow
Through sun and rain and heavy snow, oh, tell me so now, baby

Would you love me if I didn't work out
Or I didn't change my natural hair?
And I could be the one you want grow older with
Baby, I?ll give you all that I got

It?s as simple as one and two, I?m in love with you
And three and four, you?re all I adore
To the seven and eight, see I?ve been making mistakes
'Cause when you?re on my mind I just can't think straight

Back to the five and six, I?m all in the mix
And I'm all into you Without the lipstick
Without the L?Oreal you remain the same, angel
That I fell for, for real, for real

Would you love me if I didn't work out
Or I didn't change my natural hair?
And I could be the one you want grow older with
Baby, I?ll give you all that I got

I?ll give you all that I got

Don't let aah, yeah

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Drunks And Children - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Drunks And Children
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Dicky Barrett, Joe Gittleman

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Lyric:
Don't mind when it happens
No problem when I am sayin' it
But when I lose my mind, kick my behind
'Cause I hate when my mind keeps replayin' it

I'm not braggin' and I'm not proud
I hang around with a drunken crowd
We are happy, that I can say
And until we're not, I kid you not, we're gonna stay that way

Drinkin' just the other day
I said,"I love you", you turned away
Maybe, the drinkin' made me cry
But I'm a happy, very happy, very happy guy

Drunks and children, they tell you the truth
That's what I am, I'm drunken youth
And I'll be drinkin' 'til I die
But I'm a happy, very happy, very happy guy

Sometimes, when I'm playin'
I never watch what I'm sayin'
Sometimes, I lose my head

I lose my head and things get said
I never should have said
Sometimes, I get housed

I get housed, I get soused and shoot out of my mouth
And I don't know what I'm talkin' about
You know, I've made my mistakes
I've had my ups and downs, my ins and outs

My share of bad breaks
But when it's all been said and done
I raise my beer and I swear
God it's been fun

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Everything'S Gonna Be Alright - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: Everything'S Gonna Be Alright
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Vincent Ford

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Lyric:
Smooth it out
This is a story about the drifter
Who waited through the worst for the best in crosstown
Who never planned on havin' so dick
Why me huh?

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

Some get a little and some get none
Some catch a bad one and some leave the job half done
I was one who never had and always mad
Never knew my dad, mother fuck the fag
Where anywhere I did pick up, flipped the clip up
Too many stick-ups, 'cause niggas had the trigger hic-ups
I couldn't get a job, nappy hair was not allowed
My mother couldn't afford us all, she had to throw me out
I walked the strip, which is a clip, who wanna hit?
They got 'em quick, I had to eat, this money's good as spent
I threw in graves, I wasn't paid enough

I kept 'em long 'cause I couldn't afford a haircut
I got laughed at, I got chumped, I got dissed
I got upset, I got a tech in the banana clip
Was down to throw the led to any tellin' crack head
I'm still livin' broke, so a lot of good it would've did
Or done, if not for bad luck, I would have none
Why did I have to live a life of such a bad one
Why when I was a kid and played out was a sad one
And always wanted to live like just a fat one

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

A ghetto bastard, born next to the projects
Livin' in the slums with bums, I sit and watch them
Do I have to be like this? Momma said I'm priceless
So I am all worthless, starved and it's just for being a nice kid
Sometimes I wish I could afford a pistol then, though
Last stop to hell, I would've ended things a while ago
I ain't have jack but a black hat and knapsack
Four squad stolen cars in a black jack

Drop that and now you want me to rap and give?
Say somethin' positive, well positive ain't where I lived
I lived right around a corner from West Hell
Two blocks from south shit, it was in a jail cell
The sun never shone on my side of the street, see
And only once or twice a week I would speak
I walked alone, my state of mind was home sweet home
I couldn't keep a girl, they wanted kids for cause of chrome

Some life, it you ain't wear gold your style was old
And you got more juice than dope for every bottle sold
Hell no, I say there's gotta be a better way
But hey, never gamble any game that you can't play
I'm slowin' and flowin' and goin' in on and knowin' not now
How will I do it, how will I make it? I won't, that's how
Why me, huh?

Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright
Everything's gonna be alright now
Everything's gonna be alright

My third year to adulthood and still a knucklehead
I'm better off dead, huh, that's what my neighbor said
I don't do jack but fightin', lightin' up the streets at night
Playin' hide and seek with a machete
[Incomprehensible] like Freddy swipe
Some say I'm rollin' on, nothin' but a dog now
I answer that with a tech, who wanna bow-wow?
'Cause I done been through more shit within the last week

Than I fly flowin' in doo-doo on the concrete
I been a deadbeat, dead to the world and dead wrong
Since I was born that's my life, oh you don't know this song?
So don't say jack and please don't say you understand
All that man to man talk just hot damn
If you ain't live you couldn't feel it, so kill it, skillet
And all that talk about it won't help it out, now will it?
And ill town fell like I stuck-up props, got shot

Don't worry, I hit Bob, flurry, and his punk-ass dropped
But I'm the one who has been labeled as an outcast
They changin' schools, I'm the misfit that will outlast
But that's cool with the bull, smack 'em backwards
That's what you get for fuckin' with a ghetto bastard

If you ain't ever been to the ghetto
Don't ever come to the ghetto
'Cause you ain't understand the ghetto
And stay the fuck out of the ghetto
Why me? Why me?

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Bitties In The Bk Lounge - Lyrics - De La Soul Is Dead - De La Soul

Title: Bitties In The Bk Lounge
Album: De La Soul Is Dead
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): David Jolicouer, Kelvin Mercer, Vincent Mason, K Mix, R Isley, Ronald Isley, Paul Huston, O Kelly Isley

Lyric:
Yo man let me make some Cpt.Krunch
Man alright
Yo man we have any milk?
Yeah, what time is it?
I don't know, what day is it?
Don't know, well I'll tell you

Well, it was a Wednesday
Me and Boss Hog was kinda hungry
Like two eggs, and a slop beef slice of lettuce
And a glass of milk and some cookies

Spotted in the mist was a BK logo
What we said, well what do you know
This chick thought I was trying to play fly
'Cause I had a pair of blue jeans on

Young girl, won't you take my order?
She said, "Yeah, but right now I'm sorta busy
Don't you see I'm trying to put this
Band Aid on my finger?"

Lingering, I can tell
She's a B-K mademoiselle
Ripped uniform and bottom bell
And some Jelly stuff on her sleeve

Look to this 'cause I had no name tag on my collar
Could be pissed 'cause she's clocking 2.45 an hour
And then Boss Hog hollar
"Girl you better make this quick"

She said, "I ain't your girl
And I ain't your chick"
I had an idea and lickity split
Took my hat off and that was it

Dread locks fallen all over me and then I said, "Yeah, now we'll see"
And O' with quick velocity honey was mesmerized
"Ain't you that guy?", "Ain't you that girl"
"De La Soul, right?", "No Tracy Chapman"

Why don't you come over to the counter
And write me out an autograph?"
Ha ha ha, I had to laugh
She was quick with the Bic just to get that autograph

But me and Hogg just laughed, and laughed
"What's the name of that song you sing?"
"Living in a fast car," I said
Forget about the order I made, I'll go get a slice of pizza instead

Bitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK Lounge
Bitties in the BK Lounge, all they do is beg and they scrounge
Bitties in the BK Lounge, the bitties in the BK Lounge

Excuse me, would you take my order I have to go
Shashawna's got a real job, dag don't you know
Oh yeah, it's you, now I recognize
The real real bitty with the fake fake eyes
Yo, can I interest you in some burgers and fries?

Yes you can, but you can keep your lies
'Cause you know you can't diss me but your pissing me off
I know where you live and I know that your soft
You're as booty as they come and you dress like a geek

My shoes cost more than you make in two weeks
Look, you don't have to play fly in here
I can tell your fly by the weave that you wear but you must be aware
That a fly can be swatted by a BK tray by the way yo, here's yours

I know your just sweating me to kill the noise
Of your polyester pants and their oh so high waters
Look at what you do all day but take orders
You bow tie wearing, clocking and staring
I know your just upset because you cant get the rat/wrap
I think you Chubby for my man is living slack

Yeah, I know your man, the biggest punk in school
Selling devil rock to the fiends and the fools!
With one hand that punk I could snap, the kid is so skinny
But we be livin' fat

Speaking of fat, would you like a diet soda?
'Cause less fat on you would spare us all the odor
Better yet pour it down the pants and let the acid kill
The smell that should have been left to Masingel
Let me make you a deal, take the soda free and jet
I got to much family to heed your threats

Are you a family man?
Well I shouldn't be surprized
Your sister's flipping burgers and your momma's frying fries
Don't even try that shit, oh damn look, what?

Here comes one more
It's your father he just finished mooping the floor
Now give them a hand, its the BK clan
So you can't talk garbage about who I am

Well, aren't we living foul
Speaking of foul how bout some chicken for the cow?
Oops I meant you sorry for the mix up
But your stomachs always big from the sexual slip ups

I could buy you and sell you for pennies, young man
I think there's something you should understand
I try to be nice and help the poor make money
And since I know you need it, I'll go elsewhere dummy
Now B-K workers is too damn rude
I think I'll go get me some Chinese food

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Go Dj - Lyrics - Tha Carter - Lil' Wayne

Title: Go Dj
Album: Tha Carter
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
Grown ups in between, children and babies
Right about now it's yo boy, ya heard, back again
DJ Mannie

Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh
Fresh, fresh, fresh

Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, that's my DJ
Go DJ, yeah

Wit Weezy We, step up to the mike dude
Do watch a do, ya heard
Ladies and gentlemen, what you have here is brought to you
Courtesy of the young man Young Carter
And the great man Mannie Fresh
So what I want y'all out there to do for me is say this

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my

Murder one on one, the hottest under the sun
I come from under the tummy, bustin' a tommy
Or come from under your garments, yo chest and your arm hit
Pow, one to the head now you know he dead
Now you know I play it, like a pro in the game
Now better yet a veteran a hall of fame
I got that medicine, I'm better than all the names

Ay it's Cash Money Records man a lawless gang
Put some water on the track, Fresh for all his flame
Wear a helmet when you bang it man and guard yo brain
'Cos the flow is spasmatic what they call insane
That ain't even [Incomprehensible] aim I get dough boy

And you already know that pimpin'
18 how I'm livin' young show that Bentley
Stunnin' my Pa so you know that's in me
Got my mentor so don't go there with me

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ

Lets go
And I move like the Coupe through traffic rush hour
GT Bent' roof is absent, ya girl present wit the music blastin'
And she keep askin' how it shoot if its plastic
I tell her you see if ya boy run up, she said back
And cut the Carter back up, oh fa shoo
Ay Big Mike they better step they authority up
Before they step to a sergeant's son, I got army guns

You boys never harmin' young
Fly Wizzy my opponents done, I'm done talking
And I ain't just begun
I been runnin' my city like Diddy ya chump
I fly by ya in a foreign whip
On the throttle wit a model bony dic
Pair of phony tits, her hair is long and bland, on to her behind
Well here we go so hold on to my, lets go

Hold on let me hit the
So go, so go
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the, this is the, this is the
This is the Carter

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my, 'cos that's my

Bird man put them covers in a trash can
Leave em outside of your door I'm your trash man
I'm steady lightin' another hash and ridin' in my jag
You will need a gas mask man
You snakes, stop hidin' in the grass
Sooner or later I'll cut it knock the blades in yo pants
You [Incomprehensible] got ways like a drag
While the homie here tryin' get paid in advance

I'm stayin' on my grizzy, I'm a bonafide hustler
Play me or play wit me then I'm goin' find your mother
Say they wanna eat 'cos they ain't ate nothin'
But then they wanna leave when you say you out of mustard
So I'ma walk into the restaurant alone
Walking out, leavin' behind just residue and bones
In your residents with [Incomprehensible] to your dome
Like tell me were you holdin' the dough
Holdin' your throat, choke

This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this, this, this, this, this
This, this is the Carter

Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Say go DJ, 'cos that's my DJ
Go DJ

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Hey Nas - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: Hey Nas
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kenni Burke, Nasir Jones, Allan Felder, Salaam Gibbs, Norma Wright

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Lyric:
The phone rings
Another peaceful moment is lost
Latifah's chest jingle in "Set It Off"
I press pause in the bed as a king
I let it ring 4 or 5 times
Answer while I'm puffin' my green
It's Tamika sayin', "Hi Nas"
I caught a flashback of her askin' me
Was I asthmatic 'fore I tapped that
She offered me dinner under the moon
I said, "Sorry, I made plans at Ray's Boom-Boom Room"

Nine push-ups, strength's gone
At the tenth one so why hook up
The pimp's gone off the Platron Tequila
Put on my Lee's and the original Fila's
Sedated from L's, 380 cocked
Naked ladies laid up in tails
Like Whodini I chose, gazelles don't lean on my nose
Drivin' by the clubs gleamin' and go

Heads turn it's a freak show
I need them to know when will they learn
Nas need a queen not a hoe to
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick
Someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me but won't fuck with my enemies
And you can sing along 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be groovin'
But let's take it slow

One for the honeys who roll blunts up but don't smoke
Two for the few who see potential in you when you broke
Three for the G they got, they game is hot I give it to you
Double life wife play with the man that's livin' with you
Here's the issue a woman gotta be stunnin'
Get to a man's heart through his stomach
You gotta be skilled in the culinary arts
Know a brother stay mad hungry when he spark

Hit the museum, maybe Central Park, you mentally smart
Picture we in Tiffany, you becomin' my counterpart
If I want Chinese then you buy me a wok
If you want barbeque I call Professor and Ock
'Cuz you point out my enemies, someone who's into me
But not a hyper chick someone with the proper energy
A girl that's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you could be the one 'cuz I'm lovin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

Slow is the way
Holdin' hands, tongue and hickeys
Hope and I pray where I run at you
Run away with me
That's if my gun get busy
We gotta get outta there
Hear sirens jump in the stick
Drop a sedan and hide for years
Like none else in the world

Did this except for us two
You gotta trust me, I gotta trust you
If coppers bust me it's me you rescue
This to the death boo
You rep me respectfully that's how I rep for you
Retired from pimpin', perspire is drenchin'
As we suck and fuck each other's minds out commission
Time's out forbidden
Until we pass out, that's when we stop

We give it all we got, give it all we got, we hot
Give it all we got, give it all we got, we rock
Give it all we got, give it all we got

You 'bout the baddest thing
Since Michael had Billy Jean
And Prince gave you diamonds and pearls
But to be my queen you must
Point out my enemies, a girl who's into me
But not a hype chick, someone with proper energy
Someone who's into me who won't fuck all my enemies
And you can be the one 'cuz I'm feelin' ya energy

Hey Nas, how ya doin'?
Take my name, and my number
Meanwhile, we'll be cruisin'
But let's take it slow

I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby
I can be what you said
That you need, I can be, all that
I can be, I can have your back, baby

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Diamond In Da Ruff - Lyrics - Still Ghetto - Jaheim

Title: Diamond In Da Ruff
Album: Still Ghetto
Artist: Jaheim
Composer(s): K Gist, C Lighty, E Wilson, Bale Wa Muhammad, V Brown, A Hamilton

Lyric:
Mmm mmm diamond
Oh diamond
(Diamond)

Diamond in da ruff
Someone that you don't meet twice

We left the Brickz for the 'Burbs' turned Mo into Remy
Matching fur coats and Fendi from the bus to a Bentley
Coupe with a closet full of shoes, yeah

Than our smiles turned to frowns ups turned to downs
I don't know where I'm going now
I think about her every once in awhile

We started out like Bobby and Whitney, Justin and Britney
Then it all got ugly, if it weren't for the money
You said I start actin' funny but what's wrong witcha honey
Then the good turned to bad forgot what we had
Is it to late to get it back? I think about her more than once in awhile

Like when I spot a rainbow or see a fallin' star
A set of twins, or a classic car
A four leaf clover, or a two dollar bill
It's so rare that it's so unreal

And I don't know how to get over her smile
I wonder what she's doin'
(What's goin' on?)
I think about her every once in awhile
(Once in awhile)

I should've came with a ring, set a date for next May
Guess I thought that you'd wait
Now I hate that I took so long
Played around wit' her now she's gone

Now my smiles turned to frowns, ups turned to downs
And I don't know where I'm goin'
(Now, now, now, now)
I think about her every once in awhile

We argued like Archie and Edith
Like Ike turned on Tina but I really didn't mean it
I was raised not to hit a woman
Especially not the one I'm lovin'

But when the good turned to bad happy to sad
I wish we could take it back
(How I miss you baby)
I think about her every once in awhile

Like when I spot a rainbow or see a fallin' star
A set of twins, or a classic car
A four leaf clover or a two dollar bill
It's so rare that it's so unreal

I don't know how to get over her smile
I wonder what she's doin' now
I think about her every once in awhile

Your like a star shinning in the broad daylight
Something you don't see all the time
And now I finally recognize
That I shoulda made you all mine

Never shoulda let you pass me by
You put that sparkle in my life
Someone that you don't meet twice
I'm gonna live to regret it baby, ooh
Baby, baby I miss you need you yeah

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Disorder - Lyrics - Hang-ups - Goldfinger

Title: Disorder
Album: Hang-ups
Artist: Goldfinger
Composer(s): John Feldmann

Lyric:
My little story's growing way too long
I've had to suffer enough to write this song
And if I get the chance, I'll tell you how it feels
'Cause in this sick old head the pain is way to real

So I fall down
I don't know if I can make it up this time
I know I want to but it gets harder every time
And if it's easier to give up everything
I'd give it all to you to relieve half this pain
'Cause it's been hard, yeah it's been hard

I sit there at the bar I wonder what I've done
Should I just fuck it all or should I go back home
'Cause if I take that drink I might as well just die
And if I kill myself I'd be giving up my try

So I fall down
I don't know if I can make it up this time
I know I want to but it gets harder every time
And if it's easier to give up everything
I'd give it all to you to relieve half this pain
'Cause it's been hard, yeah it's been hard

Well I don't know if I can make it up this time
I know I want to but it gets harder every time
Yeah and if it's easier to give up everything
I'd give it all to you to relieve half this pain

'Cause it's been hard
Yeah, it's been hard, yeah, yeah
Cause it's been hard
Yeah, it's been hard, yeah, yeah

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Dogs Of War - Lyrics - Fishscale - Ghostface Killah

Title: Dogs Of War
Album: Fishscale
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Corey Todd Woods, Sylvester Stewart, Peter (Pka Pete Phillips, Darryl Robert Hill, Tom Bailey, Dennis Coles

Lyric:
Just keep away
Go on, it's not your fight
It's not yours nigga, fall back
I'm about to blow somethin' out here, straight up

Yeah, this is a family thing
We gon' handle our business and shit
These muthafuckas know not to come around here like that
This is real shit, real talk

Four different niggaz with four different aspects, nigga
This is family shit
Who the fuck said family ain't family no more, nigga?
This is tight shit, tighter than white in ya wallet

Yo, I'm talkin' bags of heavy coke, bracelets on every men
Innocent dope pushers, over night king pins
Indeed, we smack niggaz up for their cheese
Throw bleach in yo face, got beef, let it be chuck

The streets don't know my peeps
Jumpin' out of UPS trucks, blowin' niggaz off they feet
With four-four gloves, rims spinnin', tippin' on fo-fo's
My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's

Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's
The film look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo'
Ya'll still payin' the mob? We whip niggaz out like waffle batter
Theodore ancient with dart, flossin' them diamonds

Discussin' our hits over a glass of scotch
Baywatch bitches that ski, take turns when they hand us the twat
Think not, we still run the trains, till the condom pop
On the low, we still fuckin' them cops

Pretty things from all precincts, Friday nights
We holdin' they glocks
This is family, nigga, niggaz can't stand me
Next up, my little man, I hand you the jammy

You know the fam, what it is, it is what it is
S.I.N.Y., where the animals live
Ass bet, niggaz run in yo cribs
I don't care if you blast for the cash, then scramble yo wig

I'm like, "Damn, what a wonderful kid"
I could do what I want, doin' dirt, not servin' a bid
You know a real fam handle they biz, everybody get searched
From the grandpops, down to the kids

And my time, I'm officially here, tell ya man
Go and start up ya car, start shiftin' the gears
Sun God got the pits for his hairs 'cuz niggaz is scared
Hopin' I don't let it blow in they ribs

I said hot, niggaz get robbed non stop
Once the gun cock, niggaz strip down to they socks
And my fam at the tippity top, I won't stop
Believe it or not, you and ya man is close targets

Juks everythin', dice games, mini markets
Fam gon' spark it, I'ma take whatever is in the pockets
Mostly the cash and the wallet, slide off the jewels
'Cuz you shinin', begets and the diamonds
Never deny niggaz with iron, yo

Aiyo, chillin' with the Ceasar crew
We can smoke, all in the halls
It's how many niggaz with guns, got 'em on
All tip top, cling to the fullest, mad bullets
This is a hobby, the lobby where they clap yo hoods

Get the paper, word to everythin', we a acre up
Barbequin' like a mutt, we ain't taking nothin'
A high tech extremist, Gatorade, paid ya boy some money
To lay up on the low, swinging beamers

I need to be an actor,but instead, I'd rather be in Hempstead
All of my bread came from crack barbers and shoppers
So much beef in these whoppers
Guns that'll knock out floors and hit choppers

What? What? The family remains 'cuz it's grain
It's automatic, I live it and I claim it
It's real, come around here, you bought here
Yo, lay that half tape, then you will get wrapped real quick

Aiyo, we hug the block on President's Day
Swingin' all year round, gettin' that money the American way
Might run up in yo weddin', grab the reverend and spray
And let the shots for whatever they may

This is family, nigga, minus the mob size
The resurrection of Toney Starks and Trife Dies', starrin' in Part 5
Niggaz'll rather die when they're pride's in question
Try'na play hero, getting stuck for they prized possessions

Look you starin' in the eyes of oppression
That's why I ride with protection extended clips
Super sizing my weapons, five eleven, keep the heat tucked
That'll burn a hole through ya stomach like acid reflux
Get buried in ya cheap tux'

We make it hard for you niggaz to keep up
Been through a hundred towns,and runnin', beatin' the streets up
Come up north in New York, down in Miami, pumpin'
At a table, breakin' bread like a family

Florida, where we follow the code of the streets
And breakin' the beats and we takin' the east
Never the least, we invadin' the streets
Shakin' the beast, we familiar for life

We don't run, we grab knives, my double edged spit life
My dogs is real tight, shootin' the dice
Some of my fam might snatch ya ice
Got family that go to church, come back like you don't work

Got family that'll set you up, got family that chill
Wanna spark the dutch
Wizard my fam, that stuck you up
I got fam that'll fuck you up

Chop you up, put your body in the back of the truck
Osama Island, we been wildin', see the violence
We display talent, respect balance, nigga, Shaolin
It's a family

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Hood Stuck - Lyrics - Back For The First Time - Ludacris

Title: Hood Stuck
Album: Back For The First Time
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges

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Lyric:
Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Good luck, time to get hood stuck
Caldasac trap, Mr. Good Stuff, Ludacris give me 20 push-ups
Last summer, got da hook up, you know what I did
Who'd eva thought up they grew up on one of the bebe kids

Type of rat, sat on my ass and fiendin' for cash
Almost got signed with Puff Puff, but I think I'll pass
Now what we got up 'round here is some 20-20 twins
And whats up in my hand, is a bottle of gin

I love women so I'm in it to win it, in it to green
In it to get in it and get in it again, you got two booties
So you whippin' yo chin and I don't blame you I lay in da sand
Ya'll lay in da snow and make angels

My ice piece dangle, make my chest look older
Touch it and fall apart like yo high school folder
I'm a Trojan man, B.H.S hall supplier
Shady park resident and southside rider

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Get back, time to get hood jacked, gold chain, took dat
World of ghetto fabulous dopeboys and hoodrats
Be careful what you look at 'cause you lookin' to long
You might go blind in my briefs 'cause my dick is too long

I'm gettin' nutt while I'm singin' this song and there is enough
For everybody in da party, while ya'll hittin' da bong
But ya'll be hittin' my schlong, you play the flute quite nicely
When teeth interrupt, you can watch as I get fiesty

Oh, no, you suckas didn't request back up
Broads I seem to rack up when I pull da gold acta
Get slapped up, drove up da wall, put it in reverse
You can hope for the best, but expect the worst

You at a place like some d's on a hurst
Its quite funny, phat rabbit, playboy bunny
It seems as if that's what I'll need, filthy south and d's
Thats why I roll in from da southside breeze, give it to me now

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Your pick time to get hood sick, hit 'em wit a good lick
Clean out yo house from da couch to da toothpick
Eastside ruthless, westside leave 'em clueless
My northside mackers got dis broads actin' foolish

And do this for a living while you stuck up in yo cubicle
Nightlife runnin' dis streets, it sounds beautiful
Women break a cuticle, Ballas break bread
Southside, I represent it till I'm dead, what, wha?

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

Eastside, eastside nigga wha?
(Eastside, eastside nigga wha?)
Westside, westside nigga wha?
(Westside, westside nigga wha?)

Northside, northside nigga wha?
(Northside, northside nigga wha?)
Southside, southside nigga wha?
(Southside, southside nigga wha?)

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