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Saturday, August 7, 2010

11 Years - Lyrics - The Wolfgang Press

Title: 11 Years
Artist: The Wolfgang Press
Composer(s): Mark Alan Cox, Michael Derek Allen, Andrew Keith Gray

Lyric:
11 years of faking it
Same clothes, empty songs
Believing it like a most
Sing your blues and low life tunes

Make it sad, make it slow
Make it wet like a honeymoon
Said to make it sentimental
Lover man, come slow and gentle

11 years you kept me sunken
11 years you kept me under
11 years

11 years of faking it
From art to junk and Motown passions
Pull me up, buttercup
I'm coming home, the new blasphemer

So sad I sold the meaning
Sold the man and then I'm so damn seething
Make it sad and make it true
You're gonna send that love

11 years you kept me sunken
11 years you kept me under
11 years, what comes next now
11 years

The waves of gloom, they speak to me
I have no choice but to leave and breathe it
Make it slow and experimental
So that you can solve it

11 years you kept me sunken
11 years you kept me under
11 years, I've dug this trench now
11 years, what comes next now

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Music Plus 1 - Lyrics - Handcream For A Generation - Cornershop

Title: Music Plus 1
Album: Handcream For A Generation
Artist: Cornershop
Composer(s): Tjinder Singh

Lyric:
Music plus, music plus 1
Music, music plus 1
Music, music, music plus
Music

Music plus 1
Music plus 1
Music plus 1
Music

Music plus 1
Music plus 1
Music plus 1
Music plus 1

Motion the 11

Get funked, get funked
Get funked, get funked
Get funked, get funked
Get funked, get funked
Again one time

Handcream for a
Handcream for a
Handcream for a
Handcream for a generation

Motion, motion
Motion, motion
Motion the 11, motion the 11
Motion the 11, motion the 11

Music plus 1, music plus 1
Music plus, music plus 1
Music plus, music plus 1
Music, music, motion the 11

Music plus, plus, music
Music, music
Music plus, music
Music, music plus 1

Motion the 11
Motion the 11
Motion the 11
Motion the 11

Motion the 11
Motion the 11
Motion the 11
Motion the 11

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Jumpin Jumpin (Remix) - Lyrics - Destiny'S Child

Title: Jumpin Jumpin (Remix)
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Jovonn Alexander, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Rufus Moore, Chad James Elliott

Lyric:
Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Last week and you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find yo man he was chillin' with his homies
This week and your goin' out if he
Try to stop you your goin' off

You got ya hair done and ya nails done too
And your outfit and your fittin' the shoes
Who parlayin' at the hottest spot tonight
You're gonna find the brothas rollin' in the lexus, trucks and hummers

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Call your boys 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
So tell your girl she ain't coming tonight you're goin' solo
Cut her off 'cause she talks the noise you know you've
Got the right to get your party on so get your hair cut

And your car washed too, lookin' like a star, your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica thats gonna dance all night if you wanna

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

I'm thinking about my man tonight
I'm worried about my girl

All you ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Those who say my name

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Jumpin, Jumpin - Lyrics - The Writings On The Wall - Destiny'S Child

Title: Jumpin, Jumpin
Album: The Writings On The Wall
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Jovonn Alexander, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Rufus Moore, Chad James Elliott

Lyric:
Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Last week and you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find yo man he was chillin' with his homies
This week and your goin' out if he
Try to stop you your goin' off

You got ya hair done and ya nails done too
And your outfit and your fittin' the shoes
Who parlayin' at the hottest spot tonight
You're gonna find the brothas rollin' in the lexus, trucks and hummers

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Call your boys 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
So tell your girl she ain't coming tonight you're goin' solo
Cut her off 'cause she talks the noise you know you've
Got the right to get your party on so get your hair cut

And your car washed too, lookin' like a star, your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica thats gonna dance all night if you wanna

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

I'm thinking about my man tonight
I'm worried about my girl

All you ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Those who say my name

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Jumpin', Jumpin' (So So Def Remix) - Lyrics - This Is The Remix - Destiny'S Child

Title: Jumpin', Jumpin' (So So Def Remix)
Album: This Is The Remix
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Jovonn Alexander, Beyonce Gisselle Knowles, Rufus Moore, Chad James Elliott

Lyric:
Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Last week and you stayed at home alone and lonely
Couldn't find yo man he was chillin' with his homies
This week and your goin' out if he
Try to stop you your goin' off

You got ya hair done and ya nails done too
And your outfit and your fittin' the shoes
Who parlayin' at the hottest spot tonight
You're gonna find the brothas rollin' in the lexus, trucks and hummers

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Call your boys 'cause tonight you're not gonna stay at home
So tell your girl she ain't coming tonight you're goin' solo
Cut her off 'cause she talks the noise you know you've
Got the right to get your party on so get your hair cut

And your car washed too, lookin' like a star, your Armani suit
You need to look your best 'cause you're turnin' heads tonight
You're gonna find a sexy chica thats gonna dance all night if you wanna

Boys say you got a girl? Yes true you got a man
But the party ain't gonna stop so lets make it hot hot!

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Bounce with me, bounce bounce bounce twirk it twirk it
Shake baby shake shake shake work it work it
Twist baby twist twist twist you better dip that thang

Sexy women do your dance fly ladies work yo man
All them fellas time to clown we can get down now

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

I'm thinking about my man tonight
I'm worried about my girl

All you ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Ladies leave yo man at home
The club is full of ballas and they pockets full grown
And all you fellas leave yo girl with her friends
'Cause its 11:30 and the club is jumpin' jumpin'

Those who say my name

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

A-11 - Lyrics - Buck Owens

Title: A-11
Artist: Buck Owens
Composer(s): Hank Cochran

Lyric:
I don't know you from Adam
But if you're gonna play the jukebox
Please don't play A-11
Oh, please don't play A-11

I just came in here from force of habit
I don't intend to spend too much time in here
But I heard you matching for the music
And if you play A-11 there'll be tears

I don't know you from Adam
But if you're gonna play the jukebox
Please don't play A-11
Oh, please don't play A-11

This used to be our favorite spot
And when she was here it was heaven
It was here she told me that she loved me
And she always played A-11

I don't know you from Adam
But if you're gonna play the jukebox
Please don't play A-11
Oh, please don't play A-11

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Stuntin Like My Daddy - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: Stuntin Like My Daddy
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Tmix B Williams, D Carter, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you lil *****, the money in the way
And I'm, I'm sittin high, a gansta ride blazin'
If you ain't gon' ride fly then you might as well hate

I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake
Believe that, and if ya mans wanna play
And I'mma **** around and put that boy brains on the table

Pick 'em up, and let 'em lay
Where I'm from we see a *****n' dead body every day
That's, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
*****z talk about me I'm throwin' shots back at 'em

I'm a pipe, she like a ****k addict
And she saw me cookin' eggs, she though I was back at it
I grab my keys, *** I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

98's, 45 paper plates
10 the whole thang big money heavyweight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy
25 on the pinky, bought a pound of blow and bounced back

Matchin' grills, big houses on them hills
Got them ***s in the kitchen all cookin', payin' bills
I'll start hollerin', dollar after dollar
Flippin' chickens, gettin' tickets, want the money and the power

Born stuntin', uptown hunter
3rd world G's ***** been about money
Ice chunk, Birdman red monkeys
White tees, on them chromed out 11 hundred

You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them Bentleys and them Lambs
Them ounces and them *****, we was born hustlin'

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must've f***** a thousand b****** and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin

Big w***, we don't need a scale man
Big papers say g'mornin to the mailman
What'chu know ?bout putting bricks in the spare man?
I can stuff a coupe like a mother***** caravan

I'm in my zone my farm is so rare man
If there's a zone you lookin' at the chairman
How you want it? Show me my opponent
Show me my opponent

I'm still ballin', a bullet gotta get me
And I've never been a ****y ?cause my hood'd never let me
Yeah a made ***** got made ****** wit me
I'ma motorcycle boy so I'm about to pop a wheelie

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and Weezy the boss

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and Weezy boss

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Stuntin' Like My Daddy - Lyrics - Like Father, Like Son - Birdman

Title: Stuntin' Like My Daddy
Album: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Tmix B Williams, D Carter, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you lil *****, the money in the way
And I'm, I'm sittin high, a gansta ride blazin'
If you ain't gon' ride fly then you might as well hate

I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake
Believe that, and if ya mans wanna play
And I'mma **** around and put that boy brains on the table

Pick 'em up, and let 'em lay
Where I'm from we see a *****n' dead body every day
That's, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
*****z talk about me I'm throwin' shots back at 'em

I'm a pipe, she like a ****k addict
And she saw me cookin' eggs, she though I was back at it
I grab my keys, *** I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

98's, 45 paper plates
10 the whole thang big money heavyweight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy
25 on the pinky, bought a pound of blow and bounced back

Matchin' grills, big houses on them hills
Got them ***s in the kitchen all cookin', payin' bills
I'll start hollerin', dollar after dollar
Flippin' chickens, gettin' tickets, want the money and the power

Born stuntin', uptown hunter
3rd world G's ***** been about money
Ice chunk, Birdman red monkeys
White tees, on them chromed out 11 hundred

You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them Bentleys and them Lambs
Them ounces and them *****, we was born hustlin'

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must've f***** a thousand b****** and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin

Big w***, we don't need a scale man
Big papers say g'mornin to the mailman
What'chu know ?bout putting bricks in the spare man?
I can stuff a coupe like a mother***** caravan

I'm in my zone my farm is so rare man
If there's a zone you lookin' at the chairman
How you want it? Show me my opponent
Show me my opponent

I'm still ballin', a bullet gotta get me
And I've never been a ****y ?cause my hood'd never let me
Yeah a made ***** got made ****** wit me
I'ma motorcycle boy so I'm about to pop a wheelie

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and Weezy the boss

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and Weezy boss

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Radio Edit) - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: Stuntin' Like My Daddy (Radio Edit)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Tmix B Williams, D Carter, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah, I'm paid, that's all I gotta say
Can't see you lil *****, the money in the way
And I'm, I'm sittin high, a gansta ride blazin'
If you ain't gon' ride fly then you might as well hate

I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate
No it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake
Believe that, and if ya mans wanna play
And I'mma **** around and put that boy brains on the table

Pick 'em up, and let 'em lay
Where I'm from we see a *****n' dead body every day
That's, uptown, throw a stack at 'em
*****z talk about me I'm throwin' shots back at 'em

I'm a pipe, she like a ****k addict
And she saw me cookin' eggs, she though I was back at it
I grab my keys, *** I gotta go
I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

98's, 45 paper plates
10 the whole thang big money heavyweight
A hundred stacks, spend 50 on a Caddy
25 on the pinky, bought a pound of blow and bounced back

Matchin' grills, big houses on them hills
Got them ***s in the kitchen all cookin', payin' bills
I'll start hollerin', dollar after dollar
Flippin' chickens, gettin' tickets, want the money and the power

Born stuntin', uptown hunter
3rd world G's ***** been about money
Ice chunk, Birdman red monkeys
White tees, on them chromed out 11 hundred

You know we shine every summer, we grind every summer
And this is how we spend money
You see them Bentleys and them Lambs
Them ounces and them *****, we was born hustlin'

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Yeah when I was 16 I bought my first Mercedes Benz
I must've f***** a thousand b****** and they girlfriends
White leather, hot new bare rims
Brand new pistol with the trigger like a hair pin

Big w***, we don't need a scale man
Big papers say g'mornin to the mailman
What'chu know ?bout putting bricks in the spare man?
I can stuff a coupe like a mother***** caravan

I'm in my zone my farm is so rare man
If there's a zone you lookin' at the chairman
How you want it? Show me my opponent
Show me my opponent

I'm still ballin', a bullet gotta get me
And I've never been a ****y ?cause my hood'd never let me
Yeah a made ***** got made ****** wit me
I'ma motorcycle boy so I'm about to pop a wheelie

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
What I'm doin'? Gettin' money
What we doin'? Gettin' money
What they doin'? Hatin' on us
But they neva cross
Cash money still the company
And Weezy the boss

And I be stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

I'm the, young stunna
Stuntin' like my daddy
Stuntin' like my daddy
I be stuntin' like my daddy

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and Weezy the boss

Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Vroom vroom on a Yamaha chromed out 11 hundred
Cash money still the company and Weezy boss

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Monday, August 2, 2010

11-6-64 - Lyrics - Steven Curtis Chapman

Title: 11-6-64
Artist: Steven Curtis Chapman
Composer(s): Steven Curtis Chapman

Lyric:
11-6-64, the sun shone a whole lot brighter
Than ever it had before, smiling down on me
At 1:09 p.m. both hands of time stopped turning
And you came waltzing in, to change my world for good

And I was only 2 years old, so really I don't know
Exactly what was going on
But I, I bet I laughed and played harder on that day
'Cause my whole world was changing on

11-6-64, you breathed your first breath
Suddenly living life meant so much more
On the day that you were born

And I, well I was only 2 so I didn't have a clue
Of all that was transpiring
But I, I bet the sky was blue and all the world looked new
'Cause everything was changing on

11-6-64, you breathed your first breath
Suddenly living life meant so much more
On the day that you were born

11-6-64
Suddenly living life meant so much more
On the day that you were born
11-6-64

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

So Anxious - Lyrics - 100% Ginuwine - Ginuwine

Title: So Anxious
Album: 100% Ginuwine
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Stephen Garrett, Tim Mosley, Benjamin J. Bush

Lyric:
Nine o' clock, home alone, paging you
Wishing you'd come over, my place
After a while, let me know
We can just keep talkin' 'bout the last time
You were here, what we did
No sleep till morning
Only bubble baths and back rubs, hit me back
Girl, I hope you hurry 'cause

I'm so anxious, so meet me at 11:30
I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious
Girl could you quit this stallin'? You know I'm a sexaholic

I'm so anxious, so meet me at 11:30
I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious
Girl could you quit this stallin'? You know I'm a sexaholic

It's 10:10, where you've been? Did you get my message?
Your expression is telling me that you've been thinkin' the same thang
The same thang I've been thinkin'
You say you're workin'
Well hit me just as soon as your shift is over, and I'll be waitin'
'Cause I can't sleep for reminisce
Reminiscin' about you and what we do
Hit me back and hope you hurry

I'm so anxious, so meet me at 11:30
I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious
Girl could you quit this stallin'? You know I'm a sexaholic

Said I'm so anxious, so meet me at 11:30
I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious
Girl could you quit this stallin'? You know I'm a sexaholic
Said I'm

Said as soon as you hit the door
I'ma pull you down on the floor
And before we get to touch the bed
Baby back up every word you said
And before we get to hit the lights
And before we start the candlelights
Baby girl, I wanna bump and grind
This is something that is on my mind

I'm so anxious, so meet me at 11:30
I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious
Girl could you quit this stallin'? You know I'm a sexaholic

Said I'm so anxious, so meet me at 11:30
I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious
Girl could you quit this stallin'? You know I'm a sexaholic

Said I'm so anxious, so meet me at 11:30
I love the way you're talkin' dirty
Said, I'm so anxious

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

1, 2, 3 (Remix) - Lyrics - Gloria Estefan - Greatest Hits - Gloria Estefan

Title: 1, 2, 3 (Remix)
Album: Gloria Estefan - Greatest Hits
Artist: Gloria Estefan
Composer(s): Gloria M Estefan, Enrique Kiki Garcia

Lyric:
1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times

They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know it's not just fun and games

When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it step by step there's nothing to it

1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8, 9, 10, 11, I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

Come out of your shell boy
You know we go like hand in glove
You're afraid of giving in
But I am never giving up on your love

And no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Want my love just come and get it

1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8, 9, 10, 11, I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

So, no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Take my love just come and get it

1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby say you love me
5, 6, 7 times
8, 9, 10, 11, I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

1, 2, 3, 4, come on baby
5, 6, 7, times, you got to give me your love
8, 9, 10, 11, I'm just gonna keep on counting baby
Until you are mine

1, 2, 3, 4
5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10, 11

1, 2, 3, 4
5, 6, 7
8, 9, 10, 11

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Monday, August 23, 2010

1-2-3 - Lyrics - Gloria Estefan

Title: 1-2-3
Artist: Gloria Estefan
Composer(s): Gloria M Estefan, Enrique Kiki Garcia

Lyric:
They tell me you're shy boy
But I want you just the same
Don't play innocent with me
You know it's not just fun and games

When I look into your eyes
So much passion burns inside
But if you need some coaxing
I will do it step by step there's nothing to it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

Come out of your shell boy
You know we go like hand in glove
You're afraid of giving in
But I am never giving up on your love

And no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Want my love just come and get it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

So no matter what it takes
I will steal your heart away
Take a chance for once you won't regret it
Take my love just come and get it

1-2-3-4 come on baby say you love me
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting
Until you are mine

1-2-3-4 come on baby
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11 I'm just gonna keep on counting baby
Until you are mine

1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11
1-2-3-4
5-6-7 times
8-9-10-11

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

11:11 - Lyrics - The Black Maria

Title: 11:11
Artist: The Black Maria
Composer(s): Mike De Eyre, Christopher Gray, Mike Green, Theo Mckibbon, Alan Nacinovic, Scott Swain

Lyric:
Don't say goodbye
'Cause I'm still right here
And don't you give up
My love for you
Is stronger than this

I'm a tightrope walker
And a vagabond poet
Who was killed
For an artist's guilt

Time will disappear
And kill you
Without any conscience
But I'll still always be here

You know I know how much
This hurts you my dear
Just give it time
I promise we'll meet again

I'm a tightrope walker
And a vagabond poet
Who was killed
For an artist's guilt

Time will disappear
And kill you
Without any conscience
But I'll still always be here

The highway is a ghost town
And the roads are paved with glass
The moon is our spotlight
And the stars our final crowd

There's blood in the backseat
And our screams the only sound
And soon they'll be nobody here

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Friday, August 20, 2010

11:11 P.M. - Lyrics - All American Rejects

Title: 11:11 P.M.
Artist: All American Rejects
Composer(s): Nick Wheeler, Tyson Ritter

Lyric:
All the windows swear to miss you
And the doors are cell block tight
Sweet sedation, sweep the issues
And the clock's about to strike

Did it call you down, are you back just yet?
Waiting now, please come, set me free
And the only sound is a minute left

This could be, this could be the last time

It's a chance to fix mistakes
One more for the last time
Does it blow our dreams away?
Don't waste this chance with your smile

10 seconds left on this dial
This could be the last time

Along the staircase, I dream to hear you
In a whisper quiet room
Space the thinking, space to scream to
But the echoes sound like you

Not the stars at night, in a pitch black sky
I don't know just wants to see you
But the time is right and it only flies

This could be, this could be the last time

It's a chance to fix mistakes
One more for the last time
Does it blow our dreams away
Don't waste this chance with your smile

10 seconds left on this dial
This could be the last time

It's only us, it's only now
A simple wish, it's only tonight

This could be the last time
Now I've made our last mistake

One more for the last time
(This could be, this could be)
Does it blow our dreams away
(This could be, this could be)

Don't waste this chance with your smile
(This could be, this could be)
10 seconds left on this dial
(This could be, this could be)
This could be the last time

It's only us, it's only now
It's only tonight

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Back Of A Truck - Lyrics - 11:11 - Regina Spektor

Title: Back Of A Truck
Album: 11:11
Artist: Regina Spektor
Composer(s): Regina Spektor

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Lyric:
She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and she was back for more

Back for more, back for more
Oh she was back for more
Some more, yes please, some more

Her gym teacher thought himself a sweat-socked demigod
And her geraniums thought themselves an alien pod
Her front porch gave way beneath the classified weight
And when an ambulance came they said it's much too late

Oh it's much too late
Oh it's much too, much too late
Oh it's much too late, how late
Very late, too late

Now the people of New Guinea and the people of L.A.
Have been pen pals for years 'cause they both hate ballet
Only the pandas and bears have made a clean get away
But the news bulletin claims it is gonna be okay

Now Miss Lucy had a sweat shop where the immigrants work
Problem was they all turned to pumpkins at the 12 o'clock stroke
Promptly confiscated by police precinct number X
That was when alien geraniums entered into a fight

No violence, of course, no violence, no violence, of course
Hey, hey no violence, of course
Of course, why yes, of course
I mean, I mean, of course, why yes, of course

Here the story gets hazy and the hair gets too long
And the TV gets quiet as I hear a real bad song
The mothers get whiskey and the girlfriends get tongue
And there's a back of a truck selling smoke free lungs

And there's a back of a truck selling alien pods
And there's a back of a truck selling game show hosts
And there's a back of a truck selling the souls of the dead
And there's a back of a truck selling crumb free bread
This is New York

Now there's a back of a truck selling the back of a car
And there's a back of a car selling road way maps
And there are road way maps selling a back of a head
Hey how much for that back of a head, man?

Hey wait a minute, hey wait a minute
Wait a minute that's wait a minute that's my back of a head
Hey you can't sell that, man, that's my back of a head
Hey, hey sell it back to me, man, sell it back to me
Hey it's, it's my m-m-mine

She lifted the monument in her monumental arms
She was the mother superior with her carry-on luggage charms
She was this androgynous powder nosed girl next door
She had eaten her dog and she was back for more

She had eaten her dog, D O W G
She had eaten a dog, d-d-dog, d-d-dog, dog, dog, dog
She had eaten, a eaten, eaten a, eaten, eaten her
Some more, yes please, some more
Some more, yes please, some more

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Friday, August 20, 2010

7-11 - Lyrics - Slippin' In - Buddy Guy

Title: 7-11
Album: Slippin' In
Artist: Buddy Guy
Composer(s): Fenton Robinson

Lyric:
Yeah

Oh, I've just got to let her go
Because this little girl is runnin' wild
I said I got to let her go
Because this little girl is runnin' wild

You know she whupped this whole game on me
And now she won't even apologize

Oh girl, girl, girl, girl, girl, girl
You take all the happiness out of my live
Hey girl, girl, girl, girl, ah
You takes all, all the happiness out of my lives

You go to 7-11 on me
Just like a gambler with a crooked dice
Look-a-here
Yeah

Mr. Johnny Johnson

Mother said, "Son you've got to let her go
Can't you see this woman got her game up tight?
Oh, son you've got to let her go
Can't you see this a woman got her game up tight?"

She said, "Son get your hat and get your coat
Or she will never treat you right"

Well, ooh, got to get my hat and coat
This ain't right

She'd go to 7-11 on me
Oh, like a man with a loaded dice

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Taylor, The Latte Boy - Lyrics - As I Am - Kristin Chenoweth

Title: Taylor, The Latte Boy
Album: As I Am
Artist: Kristin Chenoweth
Composer(s): Zina Goldrich, Marcy Allison Heisler

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Lyric:
There's a boy who works at Starbucks
Who is very inspirational
He is very inspirational because of many things

I come in at 8:11, and he smiles and says, "How are you?"
When he smiles and says, "How are you?"
I could swear my heart grows wings

So today at 8:11, I decided I should meet him
I decided I should meet him in a proper, formal way

So today at 8:11, when he smiled and said, "How are you?"
I said, "Fine and my name's Kristin"
And he softly answered, "Hey"
And I said, "My name's Kristin, and thank you for the extra foam"

And he said his name was Taylor
Which provides the inspiration for this poem

Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him

So I'd like to get my nerve up to recite my poem musical
He would like the fact it's musical because he plays guitar
So today at 8:11, Taylor told me he was playing
In a band down in the village in the basement of a bar

As he smoothly flipped the lever, to prepare my double latte
But for me he made it triple, and he didn't think I knew
But I saw him flip the lever and for me he made it triple
And I knew that triple latte meant that Taylor loved me too

I said, "What time are you playing? And thank you for the extra skim"
He said keep the 3.55, because this triple latte was on him

Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him

I used to be the kind of girl
Who'd run when love rushed toward her
But finally a voice whispered, "Love can be yours
If you step up to the counter and order"

Taylor, the latte boy
Bring me java, bring me joy
Oh Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him

So many years my heart has waited
Who'd have thought that love could be so caffeinated?

Taylor, the latte boy
I love him, I love him, I love him
I love him, I love him, I love him

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Like Father, Like Son - Lyrics - Game

Title: Like Father, Like Son
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Anthony Best, C Simmons, Eric Hudsong, J Taylor, T Smith

Lyric:
June 30th, 11:07 I got that call
She 8 centimeters, my li'l man 'bout to fall
Scuffing my Air Forces, running through the hospital hall
Deja vu, like I been here before
I'm feeling reborn, like a Bed-Stuy brethren, my first born
Dre, I'm about to have a bad boy, family in the lobby
See my nigga Church, what Up
Shit, I left the camcorder in the truck

Runnin' through the maternity ward, out of breath, sweatin'
I swear to God every minute's starting to feel like a second
I seen Hell starin' down the barrel of a Smith and Wesson
My son's ultrasound the closest I ever been to Heaven
Lord forgive me for my sins, I know it's last minute
Put the chronic in the air, a little hash in it
Spread my wings, If only I could fly
Why fight to live, homie, If we only livin' to die

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

They say every time somebody die a child is born
So I thank the nigga who gave his life for the birth of my son
11:32, she screamin' at the top of her lungs
I'm panicking, nurse yellin' for the doctor to come
All I could remember was lamaze class, breathe baby
One, two, three, four

I see the head, Doc bustin' through the door, he between the legs
He see the head, it's my baby boy
11:46, the head out, she screamin', making crazy noise
Pain is love, my stomach foldin' like a lazy boy
I'm feelin' like Mariah Carey, all these butterfly's
Voices singin' to me, sound like Teena Marie
I'm callin' niggas on tour, Jayo, tell Spiz I just cut the umbilical cord
11:57, a soldier is born, and he's flesh of my flesh, young Harlem Karan

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

I wanna thank Dr. Af and Nurse Theresa
For bringin' my baby boy to life, you birthed a Caesar
And my baby's mama, Aliska
For pushin' out a 10-pound, 4-ounce mini me, I still can't believe it
Nose, ears, eyes, chin, just like your Daddy
I die before you grow up and be just like your Daddy
Or your Grandfather, call Uncle Zip
Tell him I got a son and I ain't even in Harlem

I'm popping Cris with your Godfathers
Baron Davis and 'D-Mack', Darius Rogers, drop the top on the '71
With my face in the clouds, Lord, spare my son
And watch over Aaron Wright, Tian and Li'l Pun
Lowridin', bangin', ready to die, track number 1
If I bust 5 times and they never see the sun
My life is a black hole, like the barrel of a gun, one

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

I hope you grow up to become that everythin' you can be
That's all I wanted for you, young'n, like father, like son
But in the end I hope you only turn out better than me
I hope you know I love you, young'n, like father, like son
My little man, your day is comin', comin', your day is comin'
I tell you, and when it comes, just keep it runnin', runnin'
Just keep it runnin', I tell you

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