Adam Lives In Theory - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged 2.0 - Lauryn Hill

Title: Adam Lives In Theory
Album: MTV Unplugged 2.0
Artist: Lauryn Hill
Composer(s): Lauryn Hill

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Lyric:
Adam lives in theory tryin' to turn stone into bread
Masquerading like he's got it figured out
Cut off from the sunshine, only smart in his own head
Leaving his descendants to hope and doubt

Left to his devices, those worthless sacrifices
Praying to the altar of his self
Making pilgrimages thinking he's religious
Like he's got all the light, and no one else

He takes the unsuspected
'Cuz he knows they're not connected
And he shows them how to be just as he is, virtually real
And commercially appeal, to the lust of all the people where he lives

Eve was so naive, blinded by the pride and greed
Wanting to be intellectual
Drifting from the way, she got turned down one day
And now she thinks that she's bisexual

Caught up in emotion, burning up in her devotion
To the king of exploitation in the field
She handed him her virtue, 'cuz he told, "I won't hurt you"
So she lay with him to see how good it feels

Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?
Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?

Now after the sensation, and the empty fornication
She brought infection home into her bed
Quickly multiplying, now the three of them are dyin'
By the poison she perceived to be good

Now Eve and her husband, are perverted in their judgment
'Cuz everything appeared to be the same
They entertain suggestions, next time just use protection
Desiring to cover up their shame

But much to their demise, poor decision closed their eyes
To the very antidote of their dilemma
Burning in their lust, both of them adulterous
Destroying the original agenda

Praying to the sky, in order to maintain a lie
They exhausted every possible conclusion
They can't even entertain, or the solution in a brain
Or filled with vain, information and pollution

Hiding from the truth, he provided an excuse
To explain away his desperate situation
When confronted, blamed his wife, giving birth to carnal life
Refusing to acknowledge what he'd done

And now, if we can agree with who created us to be
Who says we're guilty, everyone before His eyes
Making no exceptions, since the day of our conception
Predisposed to hating truth, and loving lies

Then can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?
Now can you tell me, what, what we gonna do now?
Where we gonna go now? What we gonna say now?

Stop walking in pride, let the thief be crucified
Unlearn everything you know and let Him teach you
Line upon line, and precept upon precept
Say goodbye to this decaying social system

He wants to know, how far we're willing to go?
If we love Him like we say we do, He'll try us
Just you don't regress, or slip into hopelessness
Once He's satisfied, His love, He won't deny us

And then He'll tell us what, what we gonna do now
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now
And then He'll tell us, what, what we gonna do now
Where we gonna go now, what we gonna say now

I'm telling you, telling you, I'm telling you
I'm telling you, I'm telling you, I'm telling you
He's gonna tell us, tell us, tell us
Ooh! Yeah

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Ain'T That Funny - Lyrics - Under Construction - Missy Elliott

Title: Ain'T That Funny
Album: Under Construction
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
This is another Missy Elliot exclusive

I remember when yo ass was broke
So in love with me
You were always at home
Always talkin' 'bout
"Loan me this, loan me that, now gimme gimme"

And then ya got doe
And decide ya wanna leave
Gotta few chicks checkin' for ya now, huh
You forgot about me
Ain't it funny?

When ya man gets money
I bet you can't find him
But when he come home beggin'
You can't deny him

Where he at when you need him
He's out lookin cute
But when he need a few dollars
He knows where to run to

We would go out
I had to pay for everything
I never had to worry about you fuckin 'round
You used to tell me "Yea I love ya, no one above ya"

Then I bought you clothes
I made ya look like a king
Then the girls started flirtin' with ya ass, huh
And you forgot about me
Ain't it funny?

When ya man gets money
I bet you can't find him
But when he come home beggin'
You can't deny him

Where he at when you need him
He's out lookin' cute
But when he need a few dollars
He knows where to run to

I'll be the one you runnin' to
When yo pockets is low
And you out of cash flow
And the chicks don't want you no more

I'll be the one you runnin' to
When you got no more gas
In those buses, catchin' cabs
And the chicks don't see you no more

When ya man gets money
I bet you can't find him
But when he come home beggin'
You can't deny him

Where he at when you need him
But when he need a few dollars
He knows where to run to

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All We Got Left Is The Beat - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: All We Got Left Is The Beat
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Frank Waddy, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, William Collins, Bobby F Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
I know you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man
Where's my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
They're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn

Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob

The black women don't understand
'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Uh, uh ,uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
...

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American Bad Ass - Lyrics - The History Of Rock - Kid Rock

Title: American Bad Ass
Album: The History Of Rock
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich

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Lyric:
Yeah and I set up and tore down this stage with my own two hands
We've travel this land packed tight in mini vans
And all this for the fans, girls, money, and fame
I played their game and as they scream my name
I will show no shame, I live and die for this
And if I come off soft then chew on this, are you scared?

Devil without a cause
And I'm back with the Beaver hats and Ben Davis slacks
Thirty pack of Strohs, thirty pack of hoes
No rogaine and the propane flows

The chosen one, I'm the living proof
With the gift of gab from the city of truth
I jabbed and stabbed and knocked critics back
And I did not stutter when I said that

I'm going platinum, sellin' rhymes
I went platinum, seven times
And still they ill, they wanna see us fry
I guess because only God knows why, why why why

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, aah, gat, fuck y'all

I like AC-DC and ZZ Top
Bocephus, Beasties and the Kings Of Rock
Skynyrd, Segar, Limp, Korn, The Stones
David Allen Coe and no show Jones

Pass that bottle around, got the rock from Detroit
Soul from Motown the underground stoned fuckin' pimp
With tracks that mack and slap back the whack
Never gay, no way, I don't play with ass

But watch me rock with Liberace flash
Punk rock, The Clash, boy bands are trash
I like Johnny Cash and Grand Master Flash
Flash flash flash flash

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air and let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where your at and say, hey hey
I'm givin' it back, so say hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey, uh, uh, uh, gat

Yeah, I saw your band
Jumpin' around on stage like a bunch of wounded ducks
When you gonna learn sucker, you just can't fuck with
Twisted Br-Br-Brown Brown, Trucker

I'm an, American Bad Ass, watch me kick
You can roll with rock or you can suck my dick
I'm a porno flick, I'm like Amazing Grace
I'm gonna fuck some hoe's after I rock this place

Super fly, livin' double wide, sidecar my glide
So Joe C can ride
Full sack to share, bringin' flash and glare
Got the long hair swingin' middle finger in the air

Snakeskin suits, Sixty-five Chevelle's
See me ride in sin, hear the rebel yell
I won't live to tell, so if you do
Give the next generation a big, fuck you

Who knew I'd blow up like Oklahoma
Said fuck highschool, pissed on my diploma
Smell the aroma, check my hits, I know it stinks in here
'Cause I'm the shit, shit, shit, shit, shit

Ohh, they call me cowboy, I'm the singer in black
So throw a finger in the air, let me see where you're at
Say hey hey, let me hear where you're at and say hey hey
I'm givin' it back so say, hey hey, show me some metal and say
Hey hey hey hey

I'm a cowboy, bad ass in black, singin', hey hey hey hey
From side to side, from front to back, say hey hey hey hey
I put Detroit City back on the map and singin
Hey hey hey hey, Kid Rock's in the house and that's where I'm at

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A Night In Summer Long Ago - Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

Title: A Night In Summer Long Ago
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

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Lyric:
My lady, may I have this dance
Forgive a knight who knows no shame
My lady, may I have this dance
And lady, may I know your name

You danced upon a soldier's arm
And I felt the blade of love so keen
And when you smiled, you did me harm
And I was drawn to you, my queen

Now these boots may take me where they will
Though they may never shine like his
There is no knight, I would not kill
To have my lady's hand to kiss

Yes, and they did take me through the hall
To leave me not one breath from you
And they fell silent one and all
And you could see my heart was true, bye

Then I did lead you from the hall
And we did ride 'pon the hill
Away beyond this city wall
And sure you are my lady still

Night in summer long ago
Stars were falling from the sky
And still, my heart, I have to know
Why do you love me, lady, why?

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Big Dogs - Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

Title: Big Dogs
Album: Blackout! (with Redman)
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Clifford Smith, Rod Kirkpatrick, K Murray, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Def squad, Wu Tang

Check it, check it out, check it, check it out
Check it, check it out, check it, check it out
Check it, check it out, check it, check it out
Check it, check it out, check it, check it out

Call us gorillas in the myst, raunchy vocalist
Your code name? Doc, whats yo' name? Hot nix
Who them slick kids puffin' that shit holdin' their dicks?
Yo them same two drivin' your whip fuckin' your bitch
Hold me down son, yo, I hold you down with the pound
You got a lot of biscuits, ayo but where they at now?
Diggy down yo we reservoir dogs, you puppy chow chow
Got my mittens on the kitten, lickin' it now now

Yo we bring the beef to you, infest it with the Mad Cow
Disease, we set to load, cock and squeeze
Booya! We too hard to hold off
One, arm slam ya like Nicoli Volkov
When I dip dip dappa dappa the anti-socializa
Everything be ice cream observe the [Incomprehensible]
We rock ya, knock ya fuckin' whole team off the roster
Starting lineup, Iron Lung, the funk docta

Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs
Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs

Johnny blaze the ghost rider, ghost stories by the campfire
We night breed vampire! Duckin' from the head rushin'
Wu Tang production, percussions bringin' repercussions
I hold my mic sideways bustin'
Another one bites the dust and
Cardiac arrest clutchin' your chest suckin'
Your last breath, in awe, period Meth
Nigga, dyin' from paper cuts, bleedin' to death

Down these mean streets Johnny Quest
From ASCAP to NASDAQ get that money sack
These habitats ain't no place to raise family at
These alley cats be at war with these dirty rats
So watch you back when you come to the slum
There ain't nowhere to run from the Iron Lizard Lung
Blazes on stunts, I be dippin' in the sun
My plates bear so on, my uzi weighs a ton, word up

Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs
Don't fuck with the big dogs, don't fuck with the big dogs
Check it, check it out, check it, check it out
Check it, check it out, check it, check it out

Pon cocked, the Don Juan doc send crews back to the shoe shine box
Connect the dots, my description, black Mel, yellow da mellow
I make it hard for MC's to run neck and elbow
With D O Penal code
We both knows to duck when he hear the bike
Wit the squeaky clutch
Swallow this hard act to follow
You could parachute off my slang and use my rhymes to toggle

I'm tense, so smooth I can't be fingerprinted
I stomp harder in slow motion [Incomprehensible]
Yo, fuck your applaud
Bitches still rush me like they rushed the store
Before the Soul Train Awards
Incorporate a law
Whoever ain't raw get they hand chopped
By Jamal with the Wu sword

My crew specializin' snakin' your bitch
Robbin' you while you on the floor shakin' your shit
I'm doin' me now I'll do you
Yo who you? Doc
I bomb shit through the conflicts crucial
I be da black El Nino, I mean yo
I'm supreme like the team show
With the pay to cream for

To see you sit down
Yo, na, we get the fuck up
And leave the one you wit then take off of Usher
That's right, six double O with chrome pipes
U.S. Marshals out to pen us up like snipes
Throw it in drive, fuck takin' me and Meth alive
Yo, you look that a way
You look out the other side, yeah, yeah

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Bring It Home To Mama - Lyrics - Nazareth

Title: Bring It Home To Mama
Artist: Nazareth
Composer(s): Billy Rankin

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Lyric:
She knows all about me
She knows all my felonies
She got the moves to make me tremble
She's got me on my knees
She's got life-time guarantees
In got no time for my innuendos

I don't mind if you make a dime, baby
Bring it on home to mama
Bump in, grind in your own time, baby
Bring it on home to mama

She say, "I'm one to blame"
She say, "Men are all the same"
She got the signed, sealed testimony
She knows a woman's place
She knows where to rest her case
She got her mind on the alimony

I don't mind if you make a dime, baby
Bring it on home to mama
Bump in, grind in your own time, baby
Bring it on home to mama

Hey, baby, bring it on home to mama
Hey, hey, makin' baby, bring it on home to mama

She wears a heart of gold
Says her needs are many fold
I got no reason or need to doubt it
She knows she leads the dance
She knows how to wear those pants
She got the full metal matching outfit

I don't mind if you make a dime, baby
Bring it on home to mama
Bump in, grind in your own time, baby
Bring it on home to mama

I don't mind if you make a dime, baby
Bring it on home to mama
Bump in, grind in your own time, baby
Bring it on home to mama

You can go blind, gimme what's mine
If you wanna keep this love alive
Bring it on home to mama
Don't talk back, just get another kick-back
This ain't no jive
Bring it on home to mama

Bring it on home, bring it on home
Bring it on home, bring it on home
Bring it on home, bring it on home to mama
Bring it on home

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(Can'T Believe) This Is Me - Lyrics - REBIRTH - Jennifer Lopez

Title: (Can'T Believe) This Is Me
Album: REBIRTH
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Mark Cory Rooney, Jennifer Lopez, Marc Anthony

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Lyric:
How can you just say that you love me
Yet to leave you alone
You said these walls were here to protect us
But it's still not a home

All these questions that are burning inside
With answers I'll never know
'Cause you're the only one who knows, how you feel
But you're not letting me know

What is it, love, can I help you?
I see where this has gone
And what it's coming to
I've looked to you, enough

I can't believe this is me
Where I can touch and not feel you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you

You know you owe it to me
How can you think we don't need you?
I'm tired of running away from my fear
And the day that our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward you're leaving

Sitting here inside an empty room
That was filled with us
Only boxes to define what was left
Of what we used to call love

It's sad that after all of this time
You have nothing to say
Ooh, an' of all the things that you could've done
You choose to walk away

I'm thankful, love, I don't hate you
'Cause I'd rather live
And know than what you put me through
I needed you somehow

I can't believe this is me
Where I can touch and not feel you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you

How could you do this to me?
How could you think we don't need you?
I'm tired of running away from my fear
And the day that our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward you're leaving

I can't believe this is me
I wasn't wrong to believe you
I feel I'm lost in a dream
Between what is and what seems
Having to face not to need you

How could you do this to me?
How could you think we don't need you?
I'm tired of running away from my fear
And the day that our life has no meaning
Without a word or a reason
Like a coward you're leaving

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Can'T Let You Go - Lyrics - Right Where You Want Me - Jesse Mccartney

Title: Can'T Let You Go
Album: Right Where You Want Me
Artist: Jesse Mccartney
Composer(s): Jesse Mccartney, John Shanks, Dory Lobel

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Lyric:
Yeah

My heart was jumpin' for her
My head was spinnin' in circles
My tongue was tied
I tried, but couldn't find the words

She had them eyes of fire
The ones you can't put out
She saw a sucker for lovin'
And turned my world around

Oh, I just can't let you go
My mind is not my own
And I can't eat, can't sleep, I'm in too deep
Oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, I just can't let you go
Whoa, I just can't let you go

One look in my condition
I see you in my dreams
And every night I fight
To keep my sanity

She's like a roller coaster
And I'm afraid of heights
But still there's nothing to stop me
From getting off this ride

Oh, I just can't let you go
My mind is not my own
And I can't eat, can't sleep, I'm in too deep
Oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, I just can't let you go

So many times I've tried
To get her out of my life
But she knows I'm addicted
To the taste of her lips

My strength is drifting away
My body's aching with pain
I can't hold on
I can't hold on any longer

Oh, I just can't let you go
My mind is not my own
And I can't eat, can't sleep, I'm in too deep
Oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, I just can't let you go

Oh, no, no, no
Oh

Oh, I just can't let you go
My mind is not my own
And I can't eat, can't sleep, I'm in too deep
Oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, I just get no sleep, oh, baby
Whoa, I just can't let you go
Yeah, I just can't let you go

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Circles (Alan Mark) - Lyrics - Manfred Mann

Title: Circles (Alan Mark)
Artist: Manfred Mann
Composer(s): Alan Marks

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Lyric:
Goin' round in circles
Directions all messed up
I go to ground on a bottle of wine
And drown myself in the flood

My frozen toes are beginnin' to melt
I believe I'm catchin' a cold
Got oil on my feathers and I can't fly
I gotta get back to your love

I'm a clown without a circus
There's no one to see my act
I can laugh and sing and stand on my head
Nobody knows where I'm at

It's hard to be convincin'
When these blues don't give an inch
I ain't exactly losin'
But I'm beginnin' to feel the pinch

My days are long and lonely
And I feel so insecure, there ain't nothin' funny
I'm losin' you, honey, I can't laugh anymore
I can't laugh anymore

Goin' round in circles
Compass is all messed up
I go to ground on a bottle of wine
Drown myself in the flood

My frozen toes are beginnin' to melt
I believe I'm catchin' a cold
Got oil on my feathers and I can't fly
Gotta get back to your love

Old Chang surely told me
Not to mess with what you've got
But I went stompin' all over your head
Like a bull in a China shop

My days are long and lonely
And I feel so insecure, there ain't nothin' funny
I'm losin' you honey, I can't laugh anymore
I can't laugh anymore

I'm a clown without a circus
There's no one to see my act
I can laugh and sing and stand on my head
Nobody knows where I'm at

Goin' round in circles
Directions all messed up
I go to ground on a bottle of wine
Drown myself in the flood

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City Kids - Lyrics - Live, Loud & Lewd (Live) - MotÖRhead

Title: City Kids
Album: Live, Loud & Lewd (Live)
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Wallis Sanderso

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Lyric:
Nobody knows, I know nobody cares
What goes on in here
We have this door, nobody gets in
Until I'm really sure

Don't creep up behind me
You know where to find me, I'm always around
Turns out if you need us
Before you lead us astray

Don't care who we meet
We're orphans here on Easy Street and we feel real mean
Cruising on speed
We've got more than we'll ever need, ain't life sweet?

We won't turn your pay down
City kids don't lay down, we don't call so cheap
Better get some more of that
City kids, we don't give that to you, oh no

Bombs go off the night
Searing heat, blinding light, you like it fine
Park the car and run
Dance all night, it was for fun, we're nasty

Why do we do it?
No one can get through it
We know where to run

You hear what we're saying
Time that you were praying
'Cos city kids, time won't be long
Won't be long, no, it won't be long

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99 Problems - Lyrics - Home Invasion - Ice T

Title: 99 Problems
Album: Home Invasion
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): George Jr. Clinton, Alphonso Henderson, Tracy L Marrow

Lyric:
Yeah, last year a lot of motherfuckers asked me
Why I didn't do no old sex nasty shit
But this year, I went down to Miami and got my nigga from 2 Live
Brother Marquis in the house
(Yeah, I'm the motherfuckin' nigga)

Yeah, we gonna answer the question about girl problems
All these niggaz is havin' girl problem, Marq
(Huh, tell them man, tell them how it is)
Lemme tell you what time is it

I got a ho from the East, got a ho from the West
Got a ho that likes to jack it off and rub it in her chest
I got a ho from the North, a ho from the South
A ho that likes to suck it long and hold it in her mouth

I got a bitch with hair, a bitch with none
A bitch with a knife, a bitch with a gun
A bitch with a ass big as a TV set
And there's a bitch over there, hey, the one I'm gonna get

But yo, but maybe not, she might not like me though
No sweat to a vet, I'll slam a sista though, word
Ice in the whole damn herd
I fuck 'em all and leave 'em on the curve

I got a bitch with a mink, who rocks a fat gold link
Who likes to fuck me with her ass up on the kitchen sink
Got a bitch with tits, a bitch with ass
A bitch with none, but hey I give her a pass

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit it
Nah, a bitch ain't one

I got a bitch that's old, a bitch that's new
A bitch who love velvet in the colors blue
I got a bitch who's fat, a bitch who's built
A bitch who all her titties give out powdered milk

I got a bitch who's funny, a bitch who ain't
A bitch who can sing, a bitch who can't
A bitch who loves fuckin' on a airplane
I even got a bitch off Soul Train
I got a bitch who rolls a rag-top Benz

Long ends, I got a bitch who's broke as a bum
But she's the most fun
I got a bitch who play piano, a bitch who don't
A bitch who dances naked, a bitch who won't
A bitch who's short, a bitch who's tall
A bitch who burns my pager with priority calls

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
Got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

Yo Marquis, you from Miami, man, why don't you show
Mhese motherfuckers all the over the world the to live
Style of how the bitches treat a motherfuckin' fly nigga like you?

I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one of them
I don't trip on hos 'cause I don't need none of them
Pussy's the temptation, dick's the persuasion
All hos suck cock, nigga, how you play 'em?

That's why I don't sleep on 'em, I just freak on 'em
Stick dick in they mouth, take it out and I skeet on 'em
The nigga the one nighter, the bitch exciter
I only love my hos when I'm goin' up inside her

Problem number one is gettin' money
I'd rather taste the green than sip the honey
So don't expect nuttin' 'cause I ain't offerin'
I go hard on my bitches 'cause I'm never never softenin'

Puttin' the demand on 'em, fuck 'em and scram on 'em
The 'Wham, Bam, Thank You Ma'am' game is ran on 'em
So, fuck how you feel, you fuckin' cheap thrill
I hope you took the pill 'cause I won't pay the bill

Gettin' pussy's just another expense
If pussy pays the bills then dick pays the rent
I only need a ho for one thing and that's to cum
I've got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

Ha, yo Marquis, my motherfucker, you got problems, man?
(A bitch ain't one)
Aww shit, now let me tell you how to do this shit

I got a bitch that loves to G
She'll fuck you right after she fucks me
I got a bitch who loves both
I got a bitch who loves handcuffs and ropes

I got a bitch that's fast, a bitch that's slow
A bitch that's a virgin and a bitch that's a ho
A bitch that lies, a bitch that's true
A bitch who's a man because they're bitches too

I got a bitch that's cool, a bitch that's hot
A bitch who loves rap, a bitch who loves rock
A bitch who's lost and one who knows where it's at
She gets up under me and purrs like a cat

I got a bitch that runs, I got a bitch that walks
I got a bitch that yells, I got a bitch who talks
I got a bitch that's dirty, got a bitch that's neat
I got a super fine bitch that I knocked in the swap meet

And I love 'em all, I love 'em crazily
And they love me back, that's why they stay with me
So if you havin' girl problems, I'll be there for you son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one, hit me

No a bitch ain't one, you knahm sayin'?
(Huh, you know a bitch ain't one)
I got problems with my motherfuckin' rent Marquis
But a bitch ain't one

Man, you got yourself nothin' man
Fuck them raggedy stank ass hos nigga

A bitch ain't one
I got a problems stayin' out here on these streets
With the police trying to take a nigga out, y'know?
But a bitch ain't one, got problems with motherfuckers
Buyin' my records but a bitch ain't one

Fuck 'em all, nigga, fuck them motherfuckers
You knahm sayin'? A bitch ain't one
Got problems man
All them motherfuckers can kiss my motherfuckin' ass f'real

Really, niggaz worryin' about bitches
They better, they better find somethin' else to worry about

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Deja Vu - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Deja Vu
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): Walter Backer, Donald Fagen

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Lyric:
New York to the heart but got love for all
Lie and die in the fire where I learned to ball
Uptown is the place where I lay my dome
On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam

Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter
Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater
I never really liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat

Splat like Deja Vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
I sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with pistol
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt

Keep 'em near da fifties and hundreds all arranged
Anything less than that, you keep the change
Not filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely broke
Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope

Friends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife
'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife
And that's life, you should learn how to treat her
I guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and beat her

Niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex
'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex
And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex
And I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex
Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe

New York niggaz got crazy game
But outta town niggaz is all the same
Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot
That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot

Harlem niggaz know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock
Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot

But if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap shit probably never would be going on
So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby

Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot
Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked
For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around
Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe

I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments
On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us
I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life
Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by

Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper
Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow
Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five
With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo

Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a saddle
I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel
Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview

Bronx most wanted, front get confronted
Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds
Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted
You step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded

With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out
From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt
Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about
And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth
I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house
'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now

New York niggaz got crazy game
But outta town niggaz is all the same
Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot
That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot

Harlem niggaz know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock
Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot

But if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap shit probably never would be going on
So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby

Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?
Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?
Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?
And KNS like what? And Uptown like what?

Shaolin, play, play on
Strong Isle, play, play on and a
Mt. Vern, play play on
And Yonkers, play play on and a
Puttin' it down for N.Y., ya know what I mean?
N.Y. and world wide

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Don'T Worry - Lyrics - Modern Talking

Title: Don'T Worry
Artist: Modern Talking
Composer(s): Dieter Bohlen

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Lyric:
Oh, life is so hard and you have to choose
The call of the wind on the highway of fools
Why does a man never cry when he's feeling
Are murdered by bad dealings

Will you still be there only love knows why
Between the fire when white doves cry
Why does a man never show what he's meaning
To murder all his feelings

And you cry in the night
When there's no one besides
Your tears

Don't worry baby, I'll be by your side
Don't let it ever get you down with you tonight
But don't worry baby, where he has gone?
My heart is out of my control, I'm falling strong

Don't worry pretty baby
Come and get you down tonight
Come and get, come and get
Come and get you down
Your heart of pride

Don't worry pretty baby
Come and get you down tonight
Come and get, come and get
Come and get you down
Your heart of pride
Heart and pride

I live for love and you've got to try
Oh, don't let this chance, baby, pass you by
Why does a girl never cry when her feelings
Are murdered by bad dealings

It started in heaven, there's a place for you
Give me the chance for a rendezvous
Why does a girl never shows what she's meaning
You murder all her feelings

And you cry in the night
When there's no one beside
Your tears

Don't worry baby, I'll be by your side
Don't let it ever get you down with you tonight
Oh, don't worry baby, where he has gone?
My heart is out of my control, I'm falling strong

Don't worry pretty baby
Come and get you down tonight
Come and get, come and get
Come and get you down
Your heart of pride

Don't worry pretty baby
Come and get you down tonight
Come and get, come and get
Come and get you down
Your heart of pride
Heart and pride

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Anywhere - Lyrics - Origin - Evanescence

Title: Anywhere
Album: Origin
Artist: Evanescence
Composer(s): David Hodges, Amy Lee, Ben Moody

Lyric:
Dear my love, haven't you wanted to be with me
And dear my love, haven't you longed to be free
I can't keep pretending that I don't even know you
And at sweet night, you are my own, take my hand

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name

I have dreamt of a place for you and I
No one knows who we are there
All I want is to give my life only to you
I've dreamt so long I cannot dream anymore
Let's run away, I'll take you there

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the mornings light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where no one needs a reason

Forget this life, come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart, drop your guard
No one's left to stop you

Forget this life, come with me
Don't look back you're safe now
Unlock your heart, drop your guard
No one's left to stop you now

We're leaving here tonight
There's no need to tell anyone
They'd only hold us down
So by the morning light
We'll be half way to anywhere
Where love is more than just your name

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Eat Em Up L Chill - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Eat Em Up L Chill
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): J T Smith, M Williams

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Lyric:
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)

Bring on the mo's and ho's
Don't snooze or doze, 'cause I'm rippin' up shows
Hold your nose, dead bodies are around
I leave scratch marks under the tears of a clown

I write rhymes that shine like lipstick
So much material but not materialistic
Imperial styles, I use
When the mic is lifted the crowd is amused

Come with it if you feel you're full fledged
Or yell, "Geronimo" and jump off the edge
Your E N D is near when I appear
The stage is yours but wait until the smoke clears

Rhyme sayer, and I'm here to lay a load
So watch a player when he's playin' in player mode
Uncle L's bad and you're soon to say
'Cause I rip the mic until the toon decay

Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)

MC's are dumb, I catch 'em in a dragnet
You're not complete, I'm battlin' a fragment
So creative and witty and outstandin'
And I be demandin' that you're abandoned

In the desert or a wild west town
While I'm at your crib on a cherry-go-round
Where will she stop? No one knows
Like I said before, bring on the mo's and ho's

I know my A B C's and my P C Q's
Just chill and listen to the rhyme cruise
All aboard, the cod is a reward
Some were ignored when they toured for they bored

The crowd was aloud, lyrics weren't endowed
Took a crack of the forty and went to show 'em, how
You like me now but you didn't before
'Cause you forgot, I was raw

Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat 'em up, L)

Future of the funk
(Go ahead, baby, do it)
Go ahead, baby
(Do it, do it)

Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat 'em up, L)

Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Yo, eat 'em up, L)

It's so visual the way I'm throwin' down
Visualize MC's goin' down
In a barrage of bullets combinated with rhymes
The moral of the story is, I'ma get mines
I saw the cordless, boy, I'm gonna house that
Your rhymes are cheesy, you found 'em in a mouse trap

Don't try to front while the freestyle's droppin'
He wants to battle, he must be needle poppin'
You better notify your next akin
'Cause when I begin it's like a needle to the skin
If you wasn't prepared, then you ought to be scared

But even if you was, you're aware, what the rhyme does
I remember when you was an amateur
Writin' your rhymes, starin' at my signature
Bought the album, analyzed the style, God bless you, child

I'm unique when I speak to a beat
Another rapper'll fall when the mission's complete
I daze and amaze, my display's a faze
Every phrase is a maze as uncle L slays

The competition that's lost in a freestyle
'Cause on the mic, I'm the golden child
With the magical wand that they're callin' a mike
And when MC's approach it turns into a spike

Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Chill
(Eat 'em up, L)
Why don't you just chill
(Eat 'em up, L)

Yeah, yeah, I wanna say what's up to my man, Kool Herc
And my man Afrika Bambaataa and the Zulu nation
Know what, what I'm sayin', my man, Marley, Marl and DJ clash
My man B-blast, Rush town, Def jam, we in the house
Of course I gotta say what's up to my homeboys EPMD
Yeah, I get busy, peace

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Fantasy - Lyrics - Lush

Title: Fantasy
Artist: Lush
Composer(s): Anderso

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Lyric:
When I'm home I listen hoping for a clue
And you know they can't tell us what to do
When you're gone, out of sight not out of mind
But you know this feeling took me years to find

And your eyes, they always know where it hurts
And your lips kiss me till I'm fit to burst
Each day you watch me with your static gaze
And smile, naked at my silly ways

Planets spin around your head
Milk and sugar in my bed
Even when you're far away
I can hear you every day

Wise hands grasping
The delicate prize
I just wait for the
Time of our lives

My desires can't be bought in black and white
Only you make me feel secure inside
For I know you really love no one but me
And I smile because they think it's fantasy

No one knows what's going on
They don't know where we belong
Let you swim around my face
Live inside my special place

It's only you that holds the key
Don't know what you do to me
In our little secret world
I can be your little girl

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Fire - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Fire
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Budden, Nathaniel Glover, Justin Gregory Smith, Guy Todd Williams, Frank Ski, Melvin Glover, Eddie Morris, Trevor Smith, Robert Keith Wiggins, Al Jr Mclaran

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Lyric:
Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems with me over there, I ain't care
Some people see me creep, they mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink, I'm clipped inside, kids aight

Yes, y'all it's the one and only, what else?
And I came to have fun, here homey, what else?
And I came with a ton of money but
Don't get it twisted, the gun is on me now

This chick's with her man frontin' on me
I'll holla at her when she done with homey
'Cause, jump off, I got a ton of grown freaks
One named Tasha, one named Monique

One's diva'd out, keep her make-up tight
She got her good heels on with her jacob ice
And ma love to club, so she stay up nice
And she give me brains just the way I like

One's real ghetto, don't give a reason
She knows I'm not her man, she don't riff 'bout cheatin'
Joey only go to her crib on weekends
Real real late when the kids are sleepin'

'Tis the season, no more BS music
Watch and learn, see us do this
Geeks, here's new shit, playboy, I keep
Exclusives to make dudes see less units, c'mon

Can't stop won't stop, rock it to the rhythm
'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down
'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus
'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that

There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house
Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house
Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

Guess who's coming? It be the God of the flows
It be the God of the spitting, it be the God of the blows
You'll be black and blue up your shit and probably swell up your nose
Lotta bitches love when I spit so let me dazzle you hoes

Let me prazzle your head, do and skidattle with Joe
And get a stack of that money and get a stack of the 'dro
Better back it up money before they crack through the dome
I got a pack of them niggas that leave a crack in yo' skull

Hold up, see, I ain't finished with y'all before I diminish, let me handle
My business with y'all, watching you niggas
You shook, all you looking all nervous
Maybach infront the club, parked crooked on purpose, now ladies

My Maybach
Probably hold six in the back and three if ya fat
Probably hold more in the back if they sit on the lap
I gotta go and move to the party to see where it's at

Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm
'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down
'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus
'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that

There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house
Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house
Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

Let me just make this statement loud and clear, Jersey's here
Some dude's got problems with me over there, I ain't care
Some people see me creep they mack all type, that's alright
You know I slurp my drink I'm clipped inside, kids aight

Yes, yes, y'all who ain't believe me?
Don't be fooled, it ain't this easy
All, y'all so 'n so's shamed that cheesy
You wonder why people don't go and spend they change on a weekly

Who's flyin' rap? I, in fact, by myself
No one behind the attack
And fuck sound scan I ain't buying that
'Cause y'all sell 'em to the stores then buy 'em back

Now one hot storm, we'll fly and rap
If the rest of what you provide is wack
I see creativity dying fast
I'm glad producers charge so high for they tracks

Now they do it all, you just applying the rap
Honestly now, it's not the economy's down
Now rap dudes suck they own pee hole
The wacker the music, the bigger the ego

Fans left suffering, gasping
And it's embarrassing, jump off, I'm the aspirin
I'm still hungry, I'm still fasting
Y'all fade out, I'm just getting it cracking

Can't stop, won't stop, rock it to the rhythm
'Cause we, ah get down, 'cause we, ah get down
'Cause we, ah get down, Joe budden, busta bus
'Cause we, ah get down and we seeing that

There's some hoes in this house, there's some hoes in this house
Light that 'dro in that house, smoke that 'dro in that house
Bring that doe in this house, bring that doe in this house
Where 'dem hoes in this house? Where 'dem hoes in this house?
Where my niggas at?

Whoo
Whoo
Whoo
...

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God Will - Lyrics - Hymns By Johnny Cash - Johnny Cash

Title: God Will
Album: Hymns By Johnny Cash
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Marijohn Wilkin, John D Loudermilk

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Lyric:
God will walk with me down the streets where no one else will walk
God will talk with me of things that no one else will talk
When no one else will walk and no one else will talk
When no one will, God will

God will share with me the little worries no one knows are there
God will care for me whenever there is no one else to care
When no one will be there and no one else will share
When no one will, God will

God will think of me when friends forget and fail to understand
God will strengthen me when I am weak and need a helping hand
When no one understands or lends a helping hand
When no one will, God will, when no one will, God will

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Go With Me - Lyrics - Almost Famous - Lumidee

Title: Go With Me
Album: Almost Famous
Artist: Lumidee
Composer(s): Edwin Perez, Teddy Mendez, Lumidee Cedeno

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Lyric:
Won't you go with me
I could take you places you wanna be
I could take you there take you every where
Won't you show me baby that you're not scared
Then I'll take you there

I swear you had me opened till the point of no return
You thought I would've learn from the broken hearts that burn
But this was different I didn't throw myself to fast
'Cause usually with that shit you know it'll never last
See I'm a lady so I present myself with class
I take my time don't wanna get dipped and dashed
Remember me boo I used to roll with snaughty crew
And had that attitude like
We'll body you I was a baby than now I'm your lady friend
I wanna show you the new ways that I can sin
See everything I hold don't show

But if you wanna know than baby we could roll
I'll show you all my different flows
See I'm about this game that's rising me to fame
And yet I choose you 'cause I don't really fuck with lames
Love to be your only dame and no matter what you see
You never switch in lanes who knows where this could go
If you do feel the same

Won't you go with me
I could take you places you wanna be
I could take you there take you every where
Won't you show me baby that you're not scared
Then I'll take you there

Baby girl the best thing is just to let your feelings go
I wanna get to know you intellectually or maybe even sexually
Types of dreams but never came true
Look all you gotta do is open up boo and show me is you
You wanna be lonely and blue forget about a homie or two
Is only a few that could vibe with you

You see me I'm like a thief in the night
I run the streets in the night
And you you like to stay home but me I'm at the zone
Look trying to figure out ma what's it's all about huh
But still I carry on I put that on my own look
You could hold me down ma I take you out of town

I got chickz for that so you could be the one
That has my only son that Grows to be a man
I put that on my right hand
I hope you understand I'm a holla at you later girl
I promise you'll do great in the world
Now take it home and think about it

Won't you go with me
I could take you places you wanna be
I could take you there take you every where
Won't you show me baby that you're not scared
Then I'll take you there

So you never had a girl that's precious as a pearl
And at the same time all out against the world sexy and tough
Yeah I got that stuff yeah you stick around long enough boo
You see what's up, yeah, you got to tell me something about you
'Cause I'm hanging around here all on a good view
Like could you be true blue your words you stick too
Would you be the type to make me catch a quick flu
And if you catch a case I feel like sticking it through

Are you the kinda guy that's gonna take me high
And have me saying word's like love and never lie
Don't let that pass relation bullshit get in my eyes
You thinking we could rise than baby we could rise
And if you having worries push it all aside
If at the end it works out it's all because we tried
And if you looking for love you know with me you find

Won't you go with me
I could take you places you wanna be
I could take you there take you every where
Won't you show me baby that you're not scared
Then I'll take you there

Won't you go with me
I could take you places you wanna be
I could take you there take you every where
Won't you show me baby that you're not scared
Then I'll take you there

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