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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

1, 2, 1, 2 - Lyrics - Blackout! (with Redman) - Method Man

Title: 1, 2, 1, 2
Album: Blackout! (with Redman)
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Clifford Smith, George Spivey, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Come on
1, 2, 1, 2, uh uh
1, 2, 1, 2
Mr. Meth and Doc
1, 2, 1, 2
Uh uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
DJ scratch on the track
1, 2, 1, 2
1, 2, 1, 2
Break your motha fuckin' back
1, 2, 1, 2
Ah yo, yo

My lyric is 8 ball, batter up play ball
Fuck ya'll analog, niggas, we be digital
Subliminal comin', from the five star general
Attack you from the blind side
Invisible to the naked eye, where them criminals
Better have your eight essential vitamins and minerals
The wu is comin' through you know the outcome
Critical condition in your physical for injurin'
The officer and gentleman who stack by the Benjamin

Off a beat like this, I keep a night stick
In case any stick up care, where heat might miss
I chicken fry rice bitch in a white trench
Bustin' off two macks, I'm like I'm hit
Yo, I'm just playin', I clear the crowd out
Like a peppa spray can sprayin'
I throw lightin' out the arms raiden
Go guard your prey
Next year I do nothin' more than Y2K

We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say fuck me
I'ma say fuck you
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

From debutant down to stripper
I'm too nonchalant, a drink mixed with four kinds of liquors
Catch me at the bar, 'Fu Bar', ladies know who we are
And dream of fuckin' a star, who da scrub
Shotgun in this man car
Burnin' up, forever gettin' thrown out the club
It be us Paul, shot out and bugged
I smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz
I'm everything you think you don't know

Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power
Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps
40 miles per hour
I'm out at Howard, next to Baltimore
Takin' change out the fountains at shoppin' malls
Rats can only afford chuck-e-cheese
The blood in my jeans is tough like Buddy Lee
Semi-dart auto off ya, blood coughin'
Meth pull a last spark plug with a heart pump

We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2
Yo, wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
Ah yo
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
Ah yo
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say fuck me
I'ma say fuck you
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

Call me Will, enemy I state
When four doc run the scam
New jacks studderin', that the man from the upper hand
Punch, atomic bomb I hit many
From bricks to South Park, you dyin' with Kenny
While you bailin', I'm trailin'
Rockin' hard hat helmets, clip the satellite surveillance
When I walk by you better not be kickin'
Or I put two more in that Terriyaki chicken

You've just been fitted for them seaman shoes
This is bottom of the lake raps
Stab you in the back
Kung fu
Fifty-two cops can't withstand the fifty-two blocks
Unless they bust like fifty-two shots
I'm the has been that have not
Battle kids at Maxwell's house

Know when I'm good to the last drop
What's my name, Meth, his name's Doc
Just like urban
See me in the gran' transportation splurgin'
Drivin' with a turban who push a black suburban
Come on, we rollin' windows half down through the urban
Network law lay it down like a Persian
M to the E to the F, spell curtain

Get out your car sucker
This ain't yours
Robbed you with a gun that filled with paint balls
And brauds got the nerve to act funny
You a champagne ho, with kool aide money
Frown bitch, Doc up in that town quick
You back down a point on NFL blitz
I'm lyin', buddah break fool and take two
And put your hole in the earth to escape through

We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2 ,1, 2
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
Ah yo
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2

We say
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
Ah yo
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2
And if you say fuck me
I'ma say fuck you
Wa wa wa wa, 1, 2, 1, 2, 2, 2

Yeah, yo
DJ scratch
Not ready for prime time playas
Mr. Meth, funk Doc
Def Jam 2000 mutha fuckas
Calm me down, baby
Nod your head to this

Come on
Ah yo, this is WKYA Radio
We are kickin' your motha fuckin ass
Yo Flex
Thats right it's goin' down
Redman, method man, blackin the funk out
Now listen

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123 - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: 123
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Anthony Peaks, Luis Vega, Anthony Criss, Lakeim Sharik Welch

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Lyric:
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3

[Incomprehensible] rappers are full of this since I'm a don I'm pullin' out a hit
'Cause I'm fired up, I'm tired of all the bullshit
Flavor unit, it's time to attack the prey
So make way for hip-hop's green beret

Bring on the refills, you see we feel
The name of the brain game is kill or be killed
I'm an expert, who will be the next jerk to try?
Let me explain you got 8 million ways to die

We torch and scorch ya, make ya feel real sore
Have that ass lookin' just like this boo-boo slipped the door
Known to kill, dunk skills, erupt
You ask why? My reply is 'I don't give a fuck'

I'm a Panther, I love fresh meat
After I kill ya, I'ma leave ya body across 110th Street
My tactics are drastic and real fast
I tie one to a truck and go drag ya ass

I'm more than a threat, I'm a problem
To hell with cotton, watch out when I come to Harlem
So don't whisper or make a sound or croak
Shit ya prop, go straight back down ya throat

Everyday all day this be the hard way
Puttin' rappers outta commission even on an off-day
Flavor Unit rules G, we're takin' rappers out
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

Here comes trouble and it's all that, in fact contact
You're next of kin, friend, follow the flow format
While you slip, I grips so expect to get bruised
Ask me if I give a fuck 'cause I ain't got shit to lose

Fuck around, lay around and get stuck up
You beat me? Wait a minute, hold the fuck up
If I was deaf, dumb, blind, stupid, lame
Handicapped, crippled and pussy was my middle name

You couldn't beat me slick, snap that neck like a chico stick
I know who'll getcha quick, who? My dick
Tell me, is this some type of tournament?
I cut ya fuckin' head off and use it as a Christmas tree ornament

Come and give me a test whoever claims to be the best
Leaves with a 40-below footprint on his chest
Fucked up, got stuck, go press your luck
Both of his legs were found in back of a garbage truck

Head found in the bar of a limosuine
The rest of his body at a dump-site in Queens
Damn man, Mr. Handman, you like braggin'
Ya fucked up, made a wrong turn and entered the dragon

I told you I'm out to stalk
Last nigga tried me, died G, felt my tomahawk
Apache, that's me, I'm gettin' rappers' ass
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

You coulda been my main shit but you scrap and will wack, black
The only thing I smoke with a pipe is an ass crack
You challenge treach, I'll seal you quick, you can't touch that
I thought you did a triple 'cause you said, "Oh, fuck that"

Diamond Hill how ya feel, hey Ben Hef
Give me a hearin' aid or two then I'm thru 'cause I'm that def
That's how we all be, tighter than small leaves
Club rappin' all be, I'm wreckin' on all 3

This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble
Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble?
A B C, skip to the S T
U V W X, don't fuck the Y Z

Brand new, Brand Nubian, Grand Puba-in
Tape dem and cruise me then, if I'm wrong, sue me then
Wait let me hear another tune, tune me in
so I'm straight, if I hear drop the bomb I have to go

Break this nig' for anytime or any day, as many rhymes are played
Erase, forgive me not 'cause shit I'm hot, if I can get then you'll get got
Au contraire mon frere this is all my hair
I wouldn't cut it for the biggest butt-ocks out there

Put on a tip or hittin' hips, I'm more than quick
I grease my lightnin', it's frightenin' how I get, a slick
Schooled, dark, cool Sagittarian
Two types of marryin' very thick or very thin
Naughty By Nature and the Flavor U N I T
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and
1 motherfuckin' 2 motherfuckin' 3
1, and here comes the 2 to the 3, and

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

1 2 Many - Lyrics - Common

Title: 1 2 Many
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Wilson

Lyric:
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One wa-wa one, one two, one two
One tigga one, one two, one two
Dug Inf on production, my man
Com for the discussion, check it

One day, I was tryin' to be myself
The same day this thug say, "You gotta come hard"
Nigga, times is hard, I'm tryin' hard to make it
It ain't hard to tell, it's hard for me to fake it

Plus, it's hard to be me, it's hard to stop drinkin'
I guess it's hard for you hard niggaz to start thinkin'
Pussy MCs stinkin' so I can't get hard
Some, become MCs 'cause it's hard to get a job

Hard for you to trust people, you don't trust in God
Even harder to be the Gods we created to be
This Western way of life ain't native to me
Put one nigga in your Pulp Fiction that related to me

I hate it that we, the only race that call our women hoes
Niggaz, be too hard to say, "Ho" at the shows
I rose like a florist to bring the flavor like a Taurus
Might not have the murderous verse, but I stay hard to the chorus

Took this girl to work, she say I ain't have a real job
Like that dick you had last night, baby, I work real hard
Simple motherfuckers tellin' me hard is criminal

Niggaz you thought was hard, you pourin' out your liquor for
Years ago, I thought I was hard, in high school fightin'
Now, I'm the hardest man working in show business
Handle your business or shut the fuck up

It's just one two many niggaz got cars and no land
One two many niggaz with cash and no plan
One two many niggaz that's tryin' to MC
That's one two many niggaz comin' up to me

That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
One, two

Forever, I ain't gon' be rappin'
Shit'll happen to me, I gotta let niggaz know
This mark asked me do I know his cousin Jimbo
Nigga, I don't even know myself

You want me to get you in
Jack, I'm trying to get through the do' myself
Opportunity knocked, but he ain't call 'fore he came
Yeah, I got a name, but only twenty dollars to it

Next album you gon' blow, up my ass, you done blew it before
Being in my video, what's that gonna do for your life?
Get you some pussy? You should be gettin rump off GP
Quit that you look like you say I seen you on TV

I be readin' niggaz but readin' be makin' me sleepy
(Hey)
So strong am I, A Hundred Styles and Runnin'
Niggaz stuck on one and them-a ran by
Claimin' they fly but they stand by

I come truer than a dream, and youse a damn lie
With that anti-rap, complainin' about this and about that
Sounding bitch like, that ain't gonna make a nigga get right
I'm number one

One two many niggaz tryin' to tell me bout they theory
One two many niggaz that ain't tryin' to hear me
One two many niggaz doin' shows that don't happen
One two many niggaz life depend on rappin'

That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
That's one two many niggaz
Just one two many niggaz
One, two

One two many niggaz can't find they niche
One two many niggaz wanna be my bitch

Nigga, one two many niggaz
Nigga, one two many niggaz
Nigga, one two many niggaz
...

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Sumpin' New - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Sumpin' New
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Thomas Fredrich Browne, Thomassina Carroll Smith, Artis L. Ivey Jr., Patrick Peter Adams, Sekou T. Bunch, Sandra Ranee Cooper, Adrian Sear

Lyric:
This is some of the lingua fringa of da funk business
And people come from miles around
With an almost religious devotion to get on down

1 2 3 4 get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

What up everybody? So glad you're here
It's Coolio wit' the flow back in your ear
This ain't a fantastic voyage but I'm still on a mission
To see if I can get your attention

Now, I want to drop some information
Just a little additive to your education
I live my life by the code of the funk
600 Watt Amps, 18's in the trunk

When I'm on the street, you gotta feel my beat
So throw your hands up if you're down with the C
Double O L I O with the flow
I'm lookin' for the party so let a nigga know

1 2 3, it's like A B C
If hip hop didn't pay, I'd rap for free
Slide, slide but that's that past
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

If you got beefed then, nigga, eat a pork chop
Once I get it goin', you know it don't stop
I break like dandylocks, panties drop
From hood to hood, block to block

Help, I need somebody
To get it goin' on in this party
Baby, you can do it, take your time, do it right
We can drink some yak and do it all damn night

My name ain't Wanda but I'll rock your world
Get more bounce than a Jerry Curl
Too many looky loos be lookin' for clues
There's a party goin' on, now, whatcha gonna do?

So, grab your partner, do se do
If you don't know who it is, it's Coolio
Slide, slide but that's the past
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

Push, push in the bush
But don't step on my toes 'cuz you might get smushed
It's the brother from around the way
And what I say, I been comin' on three like Dr. Dre

Comin' at 'em with pattern an' a fresh pair of atoms
So hope you don't trip 'cuz I don't want to have to get 'em
So move your body, baby, drive the homeys crazy
The way you shake that ass, always amaze me

Ain't no party like a west coast party
'Cuz a west coast party don't stop
So when you see a young nigga in a Chevy
Hittin' switches then you gotta give the nigga his props

I got size in my rise and the motion for your ocean
Coolio got the potion to kick the party open
Slide, slide but that's the past
I got sumpin' brand new for that ass

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

1 2 3 4, get your woman on the floor
Gotta, gotta get up to get down
Gotta, gotta get up to get down

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Hip Hop - Lyrics - Dead Prez

Title: Hip Hop
Artist: Dead Prez
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Clayton Gavin, Andrew Mair, Vonkeli Williams

Lyric:
Fake, Fake Records

Uh, uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2
Uh, uh, 1, 2, 1, 2, uh, uh
All my dogs

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, one thing 'bout music when it hit you feel no pain
White folks says it controls your brain I know better than that
That's game and we ready for that two soldiers head of the pack
Matter of fact who got the gat? And where my army at?

Rather attack than not react back the beats it don't reflect
On how many records get sold on sex, drugs, and rock and roll
Whether your project's put on hold in the real world
These just people with ideas they just like me and you

When the smoke and camera disappear again the real world
(World)
It's bigger than all these fake ass records
When poor folks got the millions and my woman's disrespected
If you check 1, 2 my word of advice to you is just relax

Just do what you got to do if that don't work then kick the facts
If you a fighter, rider, lighter, flame igniter, crowd exciter
Or you wanna just get high then just say it
But then if you a liar-liar, pants on fire
Wolf-cry agent with a wire I'm gon' know it when I play it

It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

Uh, who shot Biggie Smalls if we don't get them
They gonna get us all I'm down for runnin' up on them
Crackers in they city hall we ride for y'all
All my dogs stay real nigga don't think these record deals

Gonna feed your seeds and pay your bills because they not
MCs get a little bit of love and think they hot
Talkin' 'bout how much money they got
Nigga all y'all records sound the same

I sick of that fake thug, R & B
Rap scenario all day on the radio
Same scenes in the video
Monotonous material y'all don't here me though

These record labels slang our tapes like dope
You can be next in line, and signed
And still be writing rhymes and broke
You would rather have a Lexus or justice

A dream or some substance, a Beamer, a necklace or freedom
Still a nigga like me don't playa' hate I just stay awake
This real hip-hop, and it don't stop
'Til we get the po-po off the block, they call it

Hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop, hip
It's bigger than hip hop, hip hop, hip hop

DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit what
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit

1, 2, 1, 2

Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up
John Blaze'd and shit
Uh, DP's got that crazy shit we keep it crunk up

They call it
Fake, Fake, Fake Records

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

I Used To Love H. E. R. - Lyrics - Resurrection - Common

Title: I Used To Love H. E. R.
Album: Resurrection
Artist: Common
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Ernest Dion Wilson

Lyric:
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop

I met this girl, when I was ten years old
And what I loved most, she had so much soul
She was old school, when I was just a shorty
Never knew throughout my life she would be there for me

On the regular, not a church girl, she was secular
Not about the money, no studs was mic checking her
But I respected her, she hit me in the heart
A few New York niggaz had did her in the park

But she was there for me and I was there for her
Pull out a chair for her, turn on the air for her
And just cool out, cool out and listen to her
Sitting on a bone, wishing that I could do her

Eventually if it was meant to be, then it would be
Because we related, physically and mentally
And she was fun then, I'd be geeked when she'd come around
Slim was fresh, yo, when she was underground
Original, pure untampered and down sister
Boy, I tell ya, I miss her

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop

Now periodically, I would see
Ol' girl at the clubs and at the house parties
She didn't have a body but she started getting thick quick
Did a couple of videos and became Afrocentric

Out goes the weave, in goes the braids, beads, medallions
She was on that tip about stopping the violence
About my people, she was teaching me
By not preaching to me but speaking to me

In a method that was leisurely, so easily I approached
She dug my rap, that's how we got close
But then she broke to the West coast and that was cool
'Cause around the same time, I went away to school

And I'm a man of expanding, so why should I stand in her way
She probably get her money in L.A.
And she did stud, she got big pub but what was foul
She said that the 'Pro-black' was going out of style

She said, Afrocentricity was of the past
So she got into R an' B, hip house, bass and jazz
Now black music is black music and it's all good
I wasn't salty, she was with the boys in the hood

'Cause that was good for her, she was becoming well rounded
I thought it was dope how she was on that freestyle shit
Just having fun, not worried about anyone
And you could tell by how her titties hung

Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, y'all and you don't stop
Yes, yes, y'all and you don't stop
1, 2, Common Sense is gonna drop

I might've failed to mention that this chick was creative
But once the man got you, well, he altered her native
Told her if she got an image and a gimmick
That she could make money and she did it like a dummy

Now I see her in commercials, she's universal
She used to only swing it with the inner-city circle
Now she be in the 'burbs licking rock and dressing hip
And on some dumb shit, when she comes to the city

Talking about popping glocks, serving rocks and hitting switches
Now she's a gangsta rolling with gangsta bitches
Always smoking blunts and getting drunk
Telling me sad stories, now she only fucks with the funk

Stressing how hardcore and real she is
She was really the realest, before she got into showbiz
I did her, not just to say that I did it
But I'm committed but so many niggaz hit it

That she's just not the same, letting all these groupies do her
I see niggaz slamming her and taking her to the sewer
But I'ma take her back hoping that the shit stop
'Cause who I'm talking 'bout y'all is hip hop

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Teamwork - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Teamwork
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): C Bridges, C Davis

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Lyric:
Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

Double the pleasures like double the fun
How many licks does it take to the center of a luda pop
Double the tounges
Who knows, plus I gotta undress em' caress em' bless em'
Steady keep em' guessin'
If that doesn't impress em' then slower move on to the second lesson
Whoo, pantys droppin', body rockin', magnums poppin'
It's 8 cheeks and 4 titties y'all better hand me somethin'
Hey ladies, on you mark get ready get set go
Wait for hours, in an out the shower, this pimp power, we in control

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

6 hands grippin' the sheets, 30 toes are curled
What in the world is goin' on till the break a break a dawn
Wit man and them girls
'Cause 3 hearts are beatin' fast, but only 2 people screamin'
We comin' together for one 'cause other than hear ourselves breathin'

Get in the game 'n' start workin' it out n diggin' in out
Now lean to the side, throw a dick in your mouf
You gotta get in the groove you got nothin' to lose
So don't move till you figured it out
And keep makin' that face while I'm rubbin' them spots
And we can take turns while the other one watch
And see how she be takin' them shots
And wake up the hood till they callin' them cops, mayne

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

Now I'm ready to ride and you can get them tools
And you can start the ignition
I'm grabbin' perms, wigs, weaves, ponytails and extensions
Not to mention its gonna get, hot, Betta come ready to, sweat
I make women cum harder than jacuzzi jets

And I'm willin' to bet that I be keepin' it wet 'cause I feel yah
Little bit of ring on the neck it won't kill yah
Put me on the top or the bottom and I'll drill yah
Given how you wanted to get it to port feel yah
And I'll peel yah, back to back so get ready for the mack attack
They got me takin' in some acrobats
The way they bendin' it from sack to sack
'Cause the mack is back and I'm gone

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

Hey we gonna be havin' some fun and
('Cause 'cause 'cause 'cause)
'Cause 2 is better than 1 and
(Some some some some)
Some body kill the lights we doin'
Freaky
(Freaky freaky freaky)
Shit tonight, yaay

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Hard Way - Lyrics - Drunk Enough To Dance - Bowling For Soup

Title: Hard Way
Album: Drunk Enough To Dance
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Jaret Ray Reddick

Lyric:
I'm movin' in, she's movin' out
To Los Angeles
She's got a truck, she's got my stuff
Packed into it

But seven months was just enough
Of puttin' up with me
Imagine that
A baseball bat upside her TV
She says, "She needs some therapy"

You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

She calls me up, she's breakin' down
In Los Angeles
She misses home, she's all alone
She can't handle it

But seven months was just enough
Of putting up with her
You're brand new nose and bigger boobs
Don't change a thing yeah, yeah
You need some therapy
I think you need some help

You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

She's got a lot to figure out
She's got a lot to think about
She's got a lot to forget about
She's got a lot to live without
So many things to miss about me

You know it seemed so simple before
She could have asked
I would have given her anything
And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

And in it's 1, 2, 3
Blame it all on me
And I had to find it out the hard way

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

All About Love - Lyrics - After 7

Title: All About Love
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Mike Weinstein, Randy Ran

Lyric:
You won't regret it
Let's make it happen right now, right now

There's no one, no one like me
I've been told so many times before
And if it was true, I know he couldn't do you like I do
And do the things I do to you, girl

You see, you see that I'm a special guy
I thought you knew everything before you got involved with me
You know that I'm the one to get the job done
Oh girl, I love you naturally, yeah

There should not be a doubt in your mind
I have to prove myself to you a thousand times, girl
And if you want real love, then come with me
I won't do you wrong, I will love you all night long

1, I'm all about love
2, it ain't no joke
3, I can do you right
4, just stay the night
You won't regret it
Let's make it happen right now, right now

Soon and very soon, you should make that move
And if you don't, somebody will take your place
But I do care, I feel
I need to have you with me, girl

You better take time and understand my wishes
But don't get confused with them
Oh, I'm about lovin' you and that's all I wanna do
I wanna take you to another level

There should not be a doubt in your mind
I have to prove myself a thousand times, yeah
And if you want real love, then come with me
I won't do you wrong, I'll love you all night long

1, I'm all about love
2, it ain't no joke
3, I can do you right
4, just stay the night
You won't regret it
Let's make it happen right now, right now

1, I'm all about love
2, it ain't no joke
3, I can do you right
4, just stay the night
You won't regret it
Let's make it happen right now, right now

I want to be the only one for you
You can't believe how much I try to be
You won't regret it, let's make it happen right now, right now

1, I'm all about love
2, it ain't no joke
3, I can do you right
4, just stay the night
You won't regret it
Let's make it happen right now, right now

1, I'm all about love
2, it ain't no joke
3, I can do you right, girl
4, just stay the night, stay the night, baby
Right now, right now

I want to be the only one for you
You can't believe how much I try to be
You won't regret it, let's make it happen right now, right now

1, I'm all about love
2, it ain't no joke
3, I can do you right
4, just stay the night
You won't regret it
Let's make it happen right now, right now

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Scrutiny - Lyrics - Bad Religion

Title: Scrutiny
Artist: Bad Religion
Composer(s): Greg Graffin, Brett Gurewitz

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Days go marching by
There and back I never wait
For a confident reply

Yeah, truth is stark and leaves its mark
As limited constraints
And the most difficult part is
Accepting what the future may bring

It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path, whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't be sure
Of anything anymore

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Years go flying by
No one seems to hesitate
Or cast an earnest eye

Yeah, judgment comes in many forms
But never scares or shy
And the litany is long as the confidence is strong
In their delight

It seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Prejudicial waters wash over me
A lifetime of scrutiny
And the words just don't equate
With sense or sanity anymore

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8
Faces and the names
Shattered hopes and stolen dreams
And no one left to blame

Yeah, is it possible to win
This pointless mortal game?
'Cause when death comes, it's swift
And, my friend, we end up all the same

Oh, it seems like a lifetime of scrutiny
Wither the path and whether worth the fee
A lifetime of scrutiny
And it seems as though I can't remember
Anything anymore

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

If I Get Locked Up Tonite - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: If I Get Locked Up Tonite
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Andre Young, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Check, check 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, it's rolling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dr. Dre up in here y'all know what this is
It's what y'all been waiting for funk master Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam Records giving it to you baby
Yo, Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is, baby

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it

I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident
I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets

The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it
Before me, and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at it
My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? Come on

Anyway I got down with Dre, what up?
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the police"
When you still had your mother's fucking nipple stuck in your teeth

Fucking baby, became a role model after Colorado
Now all they do is follow me around and holla, "Bravo"
Hell yeah, I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch

I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't
'Cause you'll probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative

Wanna fight?
I'm probably the akwardest alcoholic talking
Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling

A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'mm just high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherfuckers, Slim Shady

Dr Dre
I'm drunk pass the tec

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron
Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake, don't get so bent out of shape
'Cause I went out and raped six girl friends

Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me
'Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up
And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up

My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove, hello, where you at?
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in the oven on 480 degrees

Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you, lady
You critics wanna criticize but couldn?t visualize
Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes

The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth
And shove his head in the fan blade

Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say
Or change 'cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit
Quit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit

Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now
It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent

Either that or booed, that?s why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge
I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

'Cause if I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

Fuck that, turn that shit off
Let's get the fuck out of here
You know how we do

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Friday, August 6, 2010

If I Get Locked Up Tonight ( With Dr.Dre) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: If I Get Locked Up Tonight ( With Dr.Dre)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Andre Young, Dana Stinson

Lyric:
Check, check 1, 2, 1, 2 1, 2, it's rolling
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Dr. Dre up in here y'all know what this is
It's what y'all been waiting for funk master Flex, Big Kap
Def Jam Records giving it to you baby
Yo, Eminem show these mother fuckers what time it is, baby

I used to be a lonely man, only mad, until I got a million dollars, shit
Now if I only had some fucking hair I'd pull it, faster than a bullet
Out of Tupac's chest before the ambulance came too late to do it

I'm trying to grow it back again, it was an accident
I had my back against the fan and chopped it off in Amsterdam
I hate the straight jacket it ain't latching and can't lock it
So they stapled my hand to my pants pockets

The cell's padded and battered like someone else had it
Before me, and just kept throwing they fucking selfs at it
My head is aching, I'm dedicated to medication
But this med is taking to long to bring me this sedadation? Come on

Anyway I got down with Dre, what up?
The first man who taught me how the glock sounded to spray
Running up and down the street screaming, "Fuck the police"
When you still had your mother's fucking nipple stuck in your teeth

Fucking baby, became a role model after Colorado
Now all they do is follow me around and holla, "Bravo"
Hell yeah, I punch my bitch and beat my kids in public
Suck my dick, bitch

I'm sick enough to fuck a man in his face but I won't
'Cause you'll probably wanna stand in his place
So put a sock in it, with your fake-ass Tupac image
You faggots ain't tough, you just get drunk and become talkative

Wanna fight?
I'm probably the akwardest alcoholic talking
Walking like a midget with a ladder in his back pocket
So when you see me on your block stumbling, mumbling

A bunch of dumb shit like my drunk uncle does
I ain't buzzed, I'mm just high on life
So why on earth would I need drugs, when I can fly on kites?
Motherfuckers, Slim Shady

Dr Dre
I'm drunk pass the tec

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

'Cause if I get locked up tonite
Then I might not come home tonite
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

The whole entire world can sit and twirl like a whirling tire
I set a fucking girl on fire with a curling iron
Psych I'm just joking, for christ sake, don't get so bent out of shape
'Cause I went out and raped six girl friends

Some people just don't get it, but I won't let it upset me
'Cause they don't know better
They don't know what the fuck its like to be so fed up
And fed so many uppers you're down and won't get up

My mind's got a mind of it's own, sometimes I can't find it at home
It hides in the stove, hello, where you at?
Shit, talk about your brain being baked
My shit's still in the oven on 480 degrees

Hailey Jade, daddy loves you baby
Don't ever tell me how to raise my daughter fuck you, lady
You critics wanna criticize but couldn?t visualize
Individuals lives through a criminal's eyes

The neighborhood that I grew up in you could die for nothing
And Dirty Dozen watches over me so try some dumb shit
I'll have a fucking man raped with a band-aid over his mouth
And shove his head in the fan blade

Don't ever tell me what I can and what I can't say
Or change 'cause of the age range in my fan base
Like I give a fuck who's buying this shit
Quit fucking buying it, I'm tired bitch, I'm dying to quit

Hip Hop is universal now, it's all commercial now
It's like a circle full of circus clowns up in the circuit now
But now the white kids like it, so they tell me I can buy it
But as soon as I get on the mic it's like the night get silent

Either that or booed, that?s why I keep an attitude
And go to sleep with it and wake up with it every afternoon
I'm sick of being judged, fuck it let me see a judge
I'll confess to every murder I committed since 3 years old

'Cause if I get locked up tonight
Then I might not come home tonight
Keep it moving, off and on, Eminem is on
Off and on, Dr. Dre is on

Fuck that, turn that shit off
Let's get the fuck out of here
You know how we do

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Money Over Bullshit - Lyrics - Hip Hop Is Dead - Nas

Title: Money Over Bullshit
Album: Hip Hop Is Dead
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): L Lewis, W Coleman, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
My niggaz got scarred grills, skully hats and gats be fullys
Brat, cars peel, the East Coast cartel
Rats get their tails snapped and trapped
The snitches in the streets and the snitches who rap

Pure euphoria, a dose of death to all of ya
Coroner choruses sung from The Bridge to Astoria
Dreams of fallin' in the elevator, passin' floors
Suddenly stop, the doors open up to a brick wall

I can smell the haters, wishful thinkers, bad luck prayers
Picture your tarot cards and bodyguards gettin' sprayed up
Sabotagin' my makeup, my watches get laced up
Even if they indicted Jacob

Forensics, Paramedics carry cowards off
Defibrillators shock to your chest, try to cough
They die and hit Hell from an iron
I'm flyin', wire or cell, I'm paid from this shit

Got bitches high as hell, and they fuckin' like AIDS don't exist
They get sent to your hotel, a maid and a shit
Put a barrel in a capo mouth, 'til his scalp come out
You a kid, you don't live what you rap about

King poetic, too many haters to count
Too much paper to count, QB bitch

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Got seven candles lit, black wallpaper, black carpet
Thinkin' 'bout which nigga to target
You kill a nigga today, he lives forever
So I plotted out smarter, there'll be no Martyrs

Black Tec on the table, Mag .44
Black negligee on my bitch, she's at the door
Black fish eggs, nigga, that's the caviar
You niggaz fish-made, y'all niggaz is fifth grade

Niggaz, it's fifty ways to dissect the General
If I give ya the top five, you will not survive
Rule 1, cocksucker, keep my name from your tongue
Rule 2, thought ya knew don't fuck with God's Son

Rule 3, see, matter fact, I just wait
If y'all reach top five, then I'ma eat y'all alive
Each one of you guys that claim Hip-Hop is still alive
Like y'all ain't in agreement wit Nas

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

From crack pushers to Lac' pushers and ambushers
And morticians to fortresses, case-dismisses laced in riches
Cake ridiculous from nickel and dimin' to trickin' them diamonds
Vegas, places in Switzerland

From non-blastin' to auto, I don't have to blast mine
They blast mine, black nine, you flatline, my cash climb, buy rare art
Antique pieces, Mona Lisa's, own no leases
Five-star restaurant eaters

Don't forget who your peeps is
'Sposed to dine with you, sip that good wine with you
Only if they grind with you or slang for ya
Seen niggaz live, laugh, party and die in that very same corner

Pretty girls glance at us, status unconceivable
Private planes landed out in Teterboro, weed I twirl
Once even gave me a phobia that I be in a spot trapped
Like Madame Zenobia's with this kid eyein' my Rolly, y'all

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

Join me in war, many will live, many will mourn
(My own strength nigga, that's what I'm scared of)
Money over bullshit, pistols over brawn
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength
Afraid not of none of you cowards but of my own strength

There it is, QB bitch, yeah
QB bitch, yeah, yeah
QB bitch

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Human Being - Lyrics - The Spaghetti Incident? - Guns 'N Roses

Title: Human Being
Album: The Spaghetti Incident?
Artist: Guns 'N Roses
Composer(s): Johnny Thunders, David Johansen

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4
1, 2, 3, 4
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

Well if you don't like it go ahead find yourself a saint
Go ahead now try to find a boy who's gonna be what I ain't?
What you need is a plastic doll with a fresh coat of paint
Who's gonna sit through the madness?
And always act so quaint and may be oh yeah

Well a it's your new friend
You're really making a scene and I've seen you
Bouncing in around from machine to machine
But you know that they're never really, never really what they seem
And you can count on generate some warmth
Then you'll see just what I mean oh baby, baby, baby yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

Won't you give me a little sip
Why won't you give me a drag of that cigarette
Why don't you try try to give me something that I'll never ever forget
But now could you blow it all on a million dollar bet
Because you're liable to lose it on a bet that you've had yet
Oh baby baby, oh yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

It's like I'm talkin' 'bout the human race
You're tryin' to cover up a big disgrace
Baby, yeah, yeah, yeah
Come on, come on, come on, come on

Well I may think that this whole scene is just a too appalling for me
Well, I may be the type your mad about funny little thing that I see
But I can colour that with history, and make it just what I want it to be
Well I'm blowin' my change on the fan magazines
With all the Hollywood refugees oh baby baby oh yeah

And if I'm acting like a king don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I want too many things don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And if I've got to dream don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being
And when it gets a bit obscene don't ya know it's 'cause I'm a human being

I don't gotta walk around with my head on down
Just like a human oh no a human being
I can hold my head so high
Just like a human a real proud human being

I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a human being
I'm a human being, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a, I'm a
I'm a, I'm a human being

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Stop Singing These Sad Songs - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Stop Singing These Sad Songs
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
1, 2, 1, 2, 3

Stop singing these sad songs just tell me 'bout the good times
I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before
Stop singing these sad songs just tell me 'bout the good times, baby
'Cause I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore

Ah, don't you listen to my lyrics
'Cause they don't make much sense
And if they rhyme every other line
It's only coincidence

Stop singing these sad songs just tell me 'bout the good times
I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before
Stop singing these sad songs just tell me 'bout the good times, baby
'Cause I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore

I'll help you with your burden, babe
I'll help you lug your load, lady
I'll skip up a smile each and every mile
As you're skipping down the road

Stop singing these sad songs just tell me 'bout the good times
I have heard that cold hard truth so many time before
Stop singing these sad songs just tell me 'bout the good times, baby
'Cause I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore

Well, hold it now and feel it
I don't want to hear them old heart breaking sad songs anymore
Now baby, I don't want to them sad songs any
One more time for time for the kids in the hospital
I don't want to hear these sad songs anymore

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2 Of You - Lyrics - Welcome To The Dollhouse - Danity Kane

Title: 2 Of You
Album: Welcome To The Dollhouse
Artist: Danity Kane
Composer(s): Adonis Shropshire, Wynter Gordon, Aion Clarke, Donnie Scantz, J. Sundance, Kendrick Dean, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
You make me hotter than Jamaica
Proceed with caution 'cause you're dangerous
Maybe it's just conservation
'Cause every minute, boy, I'm trying to savor all

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

I don't care about your paper
Or how many gifts you pay for
Don't worry 'bout me bringing the bull-shhh
'Cause this feels too good to funk it up

When you're passing by me, I just want to do
Every little thing she wouldn't do for you
How could anyone not fall in love with you
Do something to me I wish that I had you

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it's feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 4 times

Now, let me see your hands up in the air
Yeah, do your dance
Tell me what you came here to see
C'mon and rock me

My name is Aubrey and I'm so cold
My style is flashy, your style is old

'Cause I'm fly as hell with the juicy humps
I don't want your man 'cause I got enough
So don't be mad at me 'cause he be calling my phone
I got my eye on one guy, tell him leave me alone

He likes my personality, one of a kind
I'm so unique, I set the trend you follow me
But this is one brings me to my knees

You're so hot, there must be two of you
Boy, you got me having breakfast in the afternoon
When you take my body up to the moon
If it feeling so good, it has to be two of you

If you feel me, lemme hear it 1 time
If you feel me, lemme hear it 2 times
If you with me, lemme hear it 3 times
If you're with me, lemme hear it 4 times

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Revenge Of The Prophet (Part V) - Lyrics - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Revenge Of The Prophet (Part V)
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Kendrick Jeru Davis, Chris E Martin

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Lyric:
Well Prophet, it seems like you're in a bit of a jam
I hope you can unstick yourself
Oh, and what you did to my wife
It was nothing, I have others
The Saga Continues

It's been a while since I escaped the library
Fightin' ignorance every day, it's gettin' weary
When I think I got him, he pulls a slip on me
And there's so many soldiers in his fiendish ass army

One of the fiercest, is this nigga named Tricknology
The last time we met, he got the drop on me
Shit happens so fast he even got some of my family
Blasted my way up out the building when I catch him, I'ma kill him

Track him uptown, where I hear he's lyin' to children
1 2 5th's the stop, go outside I hear gunshots run up the block
Greedy Lou's dead in front of the materialistic crack spot
Trick's yellin' out, "This is my block"

I would've hit him, but I didn't have a clear shot
An innocent bystander might get popped
Damn, a small thang 'cause the Prophet still can't be stopped

What? That's right, this is my motherfuckin' life
Tricknology, you know what I'm sayin'?
You know me, you can't front on me

I'm in a fucked up position but if he squeezes again, I'ma lift 'em
A few seconds later now here comes the siren
Oh shit, it's the pork chop patrol their on Ignorance's payroll
And they only came to hold

Tricknology down, scoop Greedy Lou off the ground
Throw him in the back of a truck one yells
?What the fuck nigga ya lookin' at? Now get the fuck outta here"
Then I get that feeling that I feel when danger is in the air

Then out of nowhere one yells out, "The Prophet's over there"
Immediately following mad lead is in the air
Pigs are all posted up like they knew I'd be here
I'd go for what I know but shit they're everywhere

Through in the back and forth my gun gets lost
But I managed to get one high powered thought off
I split 6 pigs that got sawed off
As their bodies break south I proceed to break north

Now shit is lookin' dim and you'd think all maybe lost
But the Prophet won't go out at any cost
You can never stop the Prophet

[Incomprehensible]
Unit's 1 and 2, unit's 1 and 2 the Prophet has been sighted
If you see him kill him
Can't a damn thing stop me

I head toward the train station
My force did stop most of the ammunition
Still I need medical attention
But I'm not bitchin', gettin' Ignorance is my mission

All of a sudden Greedy Lou comes creepin'
Around the corner talkin' 'bout Prophet you're a gonner
We knew you followed Trick uptown because you wanna
Get rid of Ignorance but that don't make no sense
He runs the world I know this from experience

Why don't you come and work wit us
You'll see the boss' game is nice
That night Greedy Lou died twice

Now I'm wanted, pork chop patrol has a warrant
But that still can't stop the Prophet

Here ye, here ye
The court of Ignorance is now in session
We, judge and the jury find the Prophet
Guilty in the murder of Greedy Lou
One of our close personal homeboys
So for that the sentence is death
When you find him execute him

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