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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

(Love Is Like A) Heatwave - Lyrics - Shonen Knife

Title: (Love Is Like A) Heatwave
Artist: Shonen Knife
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland

Lyric:
Whenever I'm with him
Something inside starts to burnin'
And I'm filled with desire
Could it be a devil in me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?

It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart

Whenever he calls my name
Soft, low, sweet and plain
I feel right there, I feel that burnin' flame
Has a high blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?

It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart

Ooh, ooh, heat wave
Ooh, ooh, heat wave

Sometimes I stare in space, tears all over my face
I can't explain it, don't understand it
I ain't never felt like this before
Now that funny feelin' has me amazed
I don't know what to do, my head's in a haze

It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from crying, it's tearin' me apart

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah
I feel it burnin', right here in my heart

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Z - Reservoir Dogs - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - Reservoir Dogs
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, Lox, takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and banned from T.V. your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy
Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin' for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in the wild like I don't fuckin' care
If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children

When I ride mine like bitches when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores
Jet-skiin', while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall
Takin' shots of Louie 'til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, 'til I swear big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now
My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats
You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim?
Y'all niggaz nuts, like testricles

Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'
Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'
Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' the Lox, nigga why you grillin' the Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot
You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog, but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper
I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it

Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce
They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up, or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines
Six months in the county or fed time
I'm a be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime

Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L O X
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered
I told you the pain was comin'
You wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to Hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die
What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews
Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop
I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to Hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin', let em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock
My name ring bells like Sunday at 12 o'clock
I'm half past 7, bust 6 then 11
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I ruffryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella
Jay, what the fuck, spendin' Mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna
Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six range
Shit main, switch lanes
Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped Big Caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vain to the brain

Motherfuckers is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man
He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money 'til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?
We don't stop at the tolls we got E Z passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I B on the elastic

Shit, bitch! What the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Z - Resevoir Dogs - Lyrics - Jay

Title: Z - Resevoir Dogs
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): D Styles, S Jacob, E Sermon, J Philips, Shawn Carter, Isaac Hayes, Dwayne Grant, Todd Eric Gaither

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Lyric:
Fuck, shit is real right here
Roc-a-Fella, LOX
Takin' the streets over motherfuckers
Don't get it twisted
Yo, aiyyo, aiyyo, aiyyo

Yo shut the fuck up 'fore I blast and Banned From TV your ass
With no mask, look at the camera like what?
Yeah I did it like them sick white boys the court committed
To the death of me, I'm spaz like I'm on Ecstasy

Drop 100 bars for real like I'm lookin for a deal
If I ain't hungry, who the fuck is, I'm worse than them African kids
I ain't straight 'til my numbers match the Motorola bid
And walk the streets up in [Incomprehensible] like I don't fuckin' care

If I ain't strapped that means I took 'em off my Nike Airs
Get off mine, y'all talk shit like little children
When I ride mine like bitched when I walk up in the building
'Cause I catch tans in the winter, with wild whores

Jet-skin, while you keep warm at corner stores
I make it hot, floodin' your block, the best way
Professionally, they'll find poison in your X-Ray
As I get roasted lookin' at Biggie posted on my wall

Takin' shots of Louie til I fall
Nuttin' to lose, just load the clip up in the groove
And kick rhymes to the poster, til I swear Big move
My team, you would think was on Thorazine
How we floss and don't give a fuck what it's costing

Yo, yo, pressure bust pipes, it's time to apply it now
Pick out a quiet town and tie it down
Make niggaz lock it down, y'all know where to buy it now
Beanie Mac I supply it now

My squad roll deep, in foreign cars with two seats
Couple of 5's, a 6, a few Jeeps
Bag enough coke to last a few weeks
In case niggaz wanna test, vest and a few heats

You really wanna test my name? And test my game?
Until you have me, test my aim? Y'all niggaz nuts, like testicles
Hit you up in your apartment buildin' vestibule
Perhaps it's best for you, to keep on walkin'

Heat from the noggin', keep on sparkin'
Platinum prezzie, Bezzie, stay sparklin'
Cop off the lot never see me at the auction
Pint of Bacardi darken, when it's hawkin'

Out on the strip, until I reach the margin
Not tryin' to meet the Sergeant, at the precinct
Eatin' cheese sandwiches, down for the weekend
Locked up with dirty white boys and Ricans

Now if I kill you I probably do ten in the box
Come down on appeal then I'm killin' your pops
You feelin' The Lox, nigga why you grillin' The Lox
If this rap shit don't work niggaz still in the spot

You bring it to me, I gotta lose your family
Gangstas don't die, they get chubby, and move to Miami
Shit is deep now dog but it gets deeper
Fuck it, the weather's nice and the price is much cheaper

I put it on tape, you gon' buy it, I put it in a bag
You gon' try it, y'all niggaz can't deny it
Lot of cats still tryin' to study my last bounce
Tell you what, get a beat tape and a half ounce

They got me where I can't be without my large gat
Teflon long sleeve, and my hardhat
Don't matter if I'm openin' up or headline
Doin' the speed limit or pushin' red lines

Six months in the county or fed time
I'ma be the 'Kiss nigga, until it's bedtime
Anything I'm on is a classic, any nigga
Ever had beef with, son is a bastard
Anytime I spit, spit acid, L.O.X.
Ruff Ryder you heard? We got the game mastered

I told you the pain was comin', you wouldn't listen
You tried to play me like a joke?
Now who got the last laugh?
Now take these bullets with you to hell

You motherfuckers is sick, don't think Sauce the shit
So many niggaz on my nuts I thought I lost my dick
Picture me fallin' off, I'm camera shy
Hammers fly, might miss you, but your man'll die

What's the difference? Either way I'm stunnin' your crew
I fuck to win, y'all niggaz comin' to lose
Somethin' to prove? Spit it, we can have a spray off
I lay off wet niggaz and kill 'em on my day off

Ain't nuttin' for me to bust a trey off
Murder the whole month of April nigga, just to take May off
Run with more Germans than Adolf, you light crews
Now I concentrate on your camp, like Jews

Flow hot like a heatwave bitch
Whips fatter than them shits they beat slaves with
I'm a meal stackin' nigga who pull quick, still packin'
For you Phil Jackson niggaz on that Bull

I don't give a fuck who you are, so fuck who you are
I don't care about a pretty bitch, watch or a car
I don't care about your block and whoever you shot
I don't care about your album and whenever it drop

I don't care about your past if I did I woulda asked
I'm too busy lightin' 'dro with a whole lotta hash
Far as this rap shit, I'm ten steps ahead of niggaz
Shootin' backwards, just for practice

Ride or die nigga, hoppin' in your casket
'Bout to go to hell with you, blow the L with you
Tell the whole world I'm spittin' let 'em know the shells hit you
I tell niggaz quick, suck dick and get a glock

My name ring bells like Sunday at twelve o'clock
I'm half past seven, bust six then eleven
You know me, slide my man my joint say reload me
I Ruff Ryde and pop a fella for Roc-a-Fella, spendin' mozzarella

I know pop you can't stand us 'cause you cock them hammers
Run in your crib, no prisoners, pop your grandma
Locked in the slammer? Nope, popped up in Atlanta
Crossed up in a drop I popped up the antenna

Whoa, watch your manners when my veins pop like scanners
Like raindrops you hear the thunder when I cock the cannon
Big thang, big chains, ain't shit changed
Get brained in the four dot six Range, shit main, switch lanes

Every town I hit, switch planes, bitch flipped big caine
Flow with no cut, you take it in vein to the brain
Muh'fukas is noddin' and throwin' up, you know that
You don't wanna owe that man

He'll hit you, get the picture? Kodak man
Gotta, love for war, I don't floss no more
I just sit on my money til I'm above the law
How the fuck you gonna stop us with your measly asses?

We don't stop at the tolls we got EZ passes, nigga
Multiple cars and divas with D-classes
Iceberg sweat with I.B. on the elastic

Shit, beyotch, what the fuck, ya heard me?
Put some more beat on that joint

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Weatherman - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Weatherman
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Q Johnson, Jim Jones, R Elliot, L Wayne

Lyric:
This is 9 Tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drought all week
But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend
We fittin' to make it rain on you motherfuckers

Look weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller
I'm fittin' to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers

Ballin' gettin' high throwin' dolla's from the sky
Big refer cloud got in storming inside
Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky

Blowing money on the liquor
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches
We standin' on the bar throwing money like a pitcher
But nigga I ain't slippin' got a fully-loaded trigga

And that can cause a heatwave that mean you diggin' you a deep grave
Nigga's jump yo ass have 'em missin' you for 3 days
Cam says that this nigga's a sucker
So that mean that this nigga's a sucker, ya heard that?

I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Wezzy fuckin' baby, get 'em a leash
Young money Dip set, you betta believe
That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesame seeds

Automatic with the money like Reggi for 3
Big birds no Sesame Street, bitch
I'm to clean they ain't messin' with me
I'm just trying to see my decimals speak

These niggaz just lighter then some good shit to me
These niggaz sweet like a taheshin' treat
They say I'm full of hot air then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet

Know what I'm talkin' about, know what I mean like keep the sneaks
I go dolla for dolla, week for week
And Bird man said you niggaz is bitches
So that mean you niggaz is bitches, and me?

I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Still ballin' after the hundred K
I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Look, nuffin' changed I'm still ballin' like I'm 'spose to be
Shot callin' like I'm 'spose to be, I spoil her like she close to me
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags I'm roller-coasterlly

Pockets full of kitty, these niggaz ain't gettin' money like I was
I make it rain on 'em, they callin' scattered showers
I'm the motherfuckin' weatherman
Tornado money can't fit it in a rubber band

Check tha news It's goin' be a cloudy forecast
And when I move a couple goons in that R Class
She want a Dough boy nigga that do numbers
A smile like lightning and a ass like thunder

I shows out and the whores all love it
And when it stop drizzlin' the floors all flooded
In one night blew bezzle on charm money
Fuck it it's nothin' I'm still spendin' Desert Storm money

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Always And Forever - Lyrics - Heatwave

Title: Always And Forever
Artist: Heatwave
Composer(s): Rod Temperton

Lyric:
Always and forever, each moment with you
Is just like a dream to me that somehow came true
And I know tomorrow will still be the same
'Cause we've got a life of love that won't ever change and

Everyday love me your own special way
Melt all my heart away with a smile
Take time to tell me you really care
And we'll share tomorrow together
I'll always love you forever, forever

There'll always be sunshine when I look at you
It's something I can't explain just the things that you do
And if you get lonely phone me and take
A second to give to me that magic you make and

Everyday love me your own special way
Melt all my heart away with a smile
Take time to tell me you really care
And we'll share tomorrow together
I'll always love you ever, ever

Loving you is the thing that I've planned
For a very long time
Me with you, you with me, we as one
Love together for a very long time
Loving you, you, baby

Always, forever love you
Always, forever love you
Always, forever love you

I said, "Forever love you, love you"
Ever and the day and one day
Loving you, you, you, you, you
Forever, tomorrow's tomorrow

Ever and a day, ever and a day
Ever, everyday, yeah, you
Loving you forever, ever, you, you
Forever

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Dancing Off The Edge Of The World - Lyrics - Bad English

Title: Dancing Off The Edge Of The World
Artist: Bad English
Composer(s): Jonathon Cain, Neil Schoen, John Waite

Lyric:
In the rhythm of the street the steam is risin'
You can feel the heat she puts on her makeup
Puts shoes on her feet she's going down tonight, hey
You can feel it from a distance like a nuclear bomb
She knows she's lookin' good with the new dress on
And all the guys with the x-ray eyes
Check her out as she walks on by

She's a primitive girl the jewel of my desire
A slave to the rhythm a rhythm machine
I wanna make that girl make that scene

There's a heatwave on the floor tonight
Watch her move watch her melt the ice
She's in ecstasy she spins and she whirls
Dancin' off the edge off the edge of the world

I'm lookin' for a hot romance
How am I gonna get that girl?
When she's dancin' off the edge of the world
Dancin' off the edge
Watch her move

In the rhythm of the beat she motions her body
She becomes complete with the rock 'n' roll music
It's indiscreet, it's sexual
You'd better cut her some space give her some air
You can try if you like but I wouldn't dare
She don't know it yet but this is a love affair
She's mine all mine

She's a primitive girl the jewel of my desire
A slave to the rhythm a rhythm machine
I wanna make that girl make that scene

There's a heatwave on the floor tonight
Watch her move watch her melt the ice
She's in ecstasy she spins and she whirls
Dancing off the edge off the edge of the world

I'm looking for a hot romance
How am I gonna get that girl?
When she's dancin' off the edge of the world
Dancin' off the edge

Just look at that girl
Watch her move, yeah
Watch her groove

Everyone sees me smile
From a million miles away
All the gigolos try and try
Their best move she just walks on by

There's a heatwave on the floor tonight
Watch her move watch her melt the ice
She's in ecstasy she spins and she whirls
Dancin' off the edge off the edge of the world

Dancin' off the edge, the edge of the world, yeah
Dancin' off the edge, the edge of my world
Dancin' off the edge

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Heatwave - Lyrics - Jam

Title: Heatwave
Artist: Jam
Composer(s): Lamont Dozier, Brian Holland, Eddie Holland

Lyric:
Whenever I'm with him
Something inside starts to burnin'
And I'm filled with desire
Could it be a devil in me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?

It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart

Whenever he calls my name
Soft, low, sweet and plain
I feel right there, I feel that burnin' flame
Has a high blood pressure got a hold on me
Or is this the way love's supposed to be?

It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from cryin', it's tearin' me apart

Ooh, ooh, heat wave
Ooh, ooh, heat wave

Sometimes I stare in space, tears all over my face
I can't explain it, don't understand it
I ain't never felt like this before
Now that funny feelin' has me amazed
I don't know what to do, my head's in a haze

It's like a heat wave, burnin' in my heart
I can't keep from crying, it's tearin' me apart

Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah
Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, oh yeah
I feel it burnin', right here in my heart

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Black Velvet - Lyrics - The Very Best Of - Alannah Myles

Title: Black Velvet
Album: The Very Best Of
Artist: Alannah Myles
Composer(s): David Tyson, Christopher Ward

Lyric:
Mississippi in the middle of a dry spell
Jimmy Rogers on the Victrola up high
Mama's dancin' with baby on her shoulder
The sun is settin' like molasses in the sky
The boy could sing, knew how to move, everything
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

Up in Memphis the music's like a heatwave
White lightening, bound to drive you wild
Mama's baby's in the heart of every school girl
"Love me tender" leaves 'em cryin' in the aisle
The way he moved, it was a sin, so sweet and true
Always wanting more, he'd leave you longing for

Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

Every word of every song that he sang was for you
In a flash he was gone, it happened so soon, what could
You do?

Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please

Black velvet and that little boy's smile
Black velvet with that slow southern style
A new religion that'll bring ya to your knees
Black velvet if you please
If you please, if you please, if you please

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