80 Proof Bottle Of Tear Stopper - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: 80 Proof Bottle Of Tear Stopper
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Darrell Statler

Lyric:
You ain't never fell as far as when you fall in love
Except the fall you take when you've been loved and given up
When you have your heart and soul rubbed into the dirt
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper will take away the hurt

Give me an 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper and I'll start feeling I forgot her
Get a little loose and lose her memory
And I won't think I'm close to dying because it dries up all my crying
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper always sets me free

It ain't easy losing love although it's turned out bad
All at once you're turning off old feelings you once had
But I found a helping hand, right here in my hand
And 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper will help me take 'em out

Give me an 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper and I'll start feeling I forgot her
Get a little loose and lose her memory
And I won't think I'm close to dying because it dries up all my crying
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper always sets me free

Give me an 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper and I'll start feeling I forgot her
Get a little loose and lose her memory
I won't think I'm close to dying because it dries up all my crying
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper always sets me free

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Screw Dat - Lyrics - Mike Jones

Title: Screw Dat
Artist: Mike Jones
Composer(s): Salih Williams, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
We gon' screw dat

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

I'm from the city of the codeine, candy paint with fallin' screens
Diamonds in my grill and ear, you know I live a baller's dream
My music gotta be
(Screwed up)
I came in the game and moved up
A lot of people hate the fact that Mike Jones blew up
I got diamonds shinin' on my cross, candy blind me from the gloss
I keep my hand on Nina Ross for haters who wanna break me off
80 4's underneath my ride, fortified keep it by my side
M.O.B. until I die, females fall when I pass by

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

You know me hundred dollar bills on my fold up
80 4's every time I roll up
Purple drink every time I po' up, purple drink every time I po' up
Doe-doe that's all I blow up, got in the game and I had to show up
Piece and chain, diamond range, when you see it it'll make you throw up
Down south we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin' the underground, even though I got a major deal
Down south we flip the bills hold wood wheel and show icy grills
I'm still runnin' the underground, even though I got a major deal

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

So we be jammin' our music slow, candy drippin' up off the do'
Diamonds shinin, pimp reclinin' I'm actin' bad on all you hoes
2 8 1 3 3 oh, 8 0 0 4
Hit Mike Jones up on the low 'cause Mike Jones about to blow
Swishahouse, Swisha blast, we on the grind, for the cash
Y'all movin' slow, we movin' fast, y'all movin' slow, we movin' fast
I'm stackin' dough, pimpin' hoes, grippin' grain sippin' on fo-fo's
I stay on the grind 'til the day I go, I stay on the grind 'til the day I go

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

Bring your music down to H-town
(We gon' screw dat)
You better tell ya girl 'cause this shit come around
(We gon' screw dat)
You see some 80 4's creepin' through ya town
(We gon' screw dat)
We started the purple stuff down in H-town
(We gon' screw dat)

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Jay'S Game - Lyrics - Run D.M.C.

Title: Jay'S Game
Artist: Run D.M.C.
Composer(s): Russell W Simmons, Lawrence Smith, Joseph Simmons, Jason Mizell

Lyric:
That's the way it is

Huh, huh

Jam, Master Jay
J-j-jam, jam, jam
Jam-Master Jay
J-j-jam, jam, jam

Kick off the shoes
K-k-kick
Kick off the shoes
K-k-kick
Kick off the shoes

84, 84,84
80, 80, 80, 84
80, 80, 80, 84
80, 80, 80

Jay, Jay, Jay
J-A-Y are the letters of his name
J-A-Y are the letters of his name

Real, real, real Jam-Master
Real, real, real Jam-Master

And only practice makes a real Jam-Master

That's the way it is
Way

Run, Run, Run
Run-DMC and Jam-Master Jay

Way, way, way it is

Kick off the shoes

D-D-DMC and Jam-Master Jay

Kick off the shoes
Kick off the shoes

Jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam-Master
As he starts to rock

K-k-kick
K-k-kick

Like that
Yes, that's the way, way, way it is

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Eighty Proof Bottle Of Tear Stopper - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: Eighty Proof Bottle Of Tear Stopper
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Darrell Statler

Lyric:
You ain't never fell as far as when you fall in love
Except the fall you take when you've been loved and given up
When you have your heart and soul rubbed into the dirt
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper will take away the hurt

Give me an 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper and I'll start feeling I forgot her
Get a little loose and lose her memory
And I won't think I'm close to dying because it dries up all my crying
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper always sets me free

It ain't easy losing love although it's turned out bad
All at once you're turning off old feelings you once had
But I found a helping hand, right here in my hand
And 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper will help me take 'em out

Give me an 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper and I'll start feeling I forgot her
Get a little loose and lose her memory
And I won't think I'm close to dying because it dries up all my crying
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper always sets me free

Give me an 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper and I'll start feeling I forgot her
Get a little loose and lose her memory
I won't think I'm close to dying because it dries up all my crying
An 80-proof bottle of tear-stopper always sets me free

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Lady Of The '80s - Lyrics - Loverboy - Loverboy

Title: Lady Of The '80s
Album: Loverboy
Artist: Loverboy
Composer(s): Douglas Johnson, Vernon Wills, Paul Dean, Michael Rynoski

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Lyric:
She drives me crazy, she turns me on
She, she makes me go hazy
She was long and lean and oh, so beautiful

She's my latest lady
My lady of the 80's, oh yeah

She makes it easy, she makes it hard
She, she knows how to please me
She gives me love and ooh, she gives me everything

She's my latest lady
My lady of the 80's, oh yeah

You better leave her alone, you better leave her alone
You better leave her alone, oh, you better leave her alone
You better leave her alone, you better leave her alone, oh

There he was, walkin' down the street, takin' it easy
Talkin' to that girl of mine, oh yeah
There he was, takin' it easy, walkin' down the street
Talkin' to that girl of mine, girl of mine

You better leave her alone, I said leave her alone
I said leave her alone, oh, I said leave her alone
I said leave her alone, I said leave her alone, oh

You better leave her alone, leave her alone
Leave her alone, oh, you better leave her alone
You better leave her alone, you better leave her alone, oh

She's my latest lady
My lady of the 80's, my lady of the 80's

She's drivin' me wild, she's my lady of the 80's
She's makin' me crazy, she's makin' me crazy
She's drivin' me wild, yeah, oh yeah

My lady of the 80's, lady of the 80's
Drivin' me wild, drivin' me wild
Drivin' me wild, yeah, oh yeah

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Open Road Song - Lyrics - Eve 6 - Eve 6

Title: Open Road Song
Album: Eve 6
Artist: Eve 6
Composer(s): Jon Siebels, Tony Fagenson, Max Collins

Lyric:
Tonight, I feel ambitious and so does my foot
As it sinks on the pedal, I press it to the floor
I don't need a girl, don't need a friend 'cause
My friend 'Lonesome's' unconditional, we're flying forever bored

For a moment I love everything that I see and think and feel
I love my broken side view mirror
'Cause it's so perfect, I'm so perfect, you're so perfect, you're not here
I hear the change in gears

My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road
This is an open road song

The night is beckoning
Although I have nowhere to go but home, feels good to be alone
With every turn comes a new frame of mind
If I could frame my mind, where would it hang?

My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road
This is an open road song

I crack a window and feel the cool air cleanse my every pore
As I pour my poor heart out to a radio song
That's patient and willing to listen
My volume drowns it out

Ya, but that's okay 'cause I sound better than him anyway, any day
Ya, my voice is sweet as salt
I search for comfort and I find it where I found it many times before
Times before it could be forgotten, yeah

My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road
My pile shakes as I hit 80 on the open road
This is an open road song

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Changed Man - Lyrics - Better Days - Joe

Title: Changed Man
Album: Better Days
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Ricky Slaughter, Joe Lewis Thomas, Joshua Thompson

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Lyric:
Can I talk to you?
Pain, I know that I cause you some pain
And baby, I know it's a shame
The games, the strain

Love, girl, all you had for me was love
And I ran your love in a muck
No hugs and what, what, what
What was I thinking

It hit me like a flash a light
I realize, you are my life
And now, I really love you
Yes I do, yes I do

I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House, from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

I've changed, like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

Life, I'm willing to lay down my life
Baby, won't you be my wife
Accept this ring tonight

Now, I was a blind man who spent his whole life in the dark
No trees, no bees, no Central Park
And I realize, the love in my eyes
You're the perfect work of art, lady

It hit me like a flash of light
I realize, you are my life
And now, I really love you
Yes I do, yes I do, yes I do

I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

I've changed, like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

The risk of losing you has caused my transformation
My rehabilitation, dedication, inspiration
Girl, I'm brand new, listen clearly, babe
I'm willing to show you the little things I meant to do
Before I never took the time to do

I've changed, like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

Like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

Like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

Like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

Like an 80's fade to the cornrows
To the White House from Death Row
Projects to Hollywood
I've been to Atlantis, from bad to good

Like a poor excuse to a true friend
I'm a brand new start from a dead end
Like a guilty man turned innocent
Baby, I've changed

I'm a changed man
(I got a new walk)
I'm a changed man
(New talk)

I'm a changed man
(I got a new life)
I'm a changed man
I'm a changed man, I'm a changed man
Promise, I swear, I swear tonight, right now, baby

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80 Days - Lyrics - Marillion

Title: 80 Days
Artist: Marillion
Composer(s): Mark Colbert Kelly, Ian F Mosley, Steven T Rothery, Steve Hogarth, Peter J Trewavas

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Lyric:
Staring down from this high window
At the faces in the line
Cold from hours of waiting
How many people can you love?

When you're black and blue with bruises
From collisions on the road
The friction grind of traveling
This is the never ending show

All over the world in 80 days
Head in a blur of information
What kind of a man could live this way?
I do what I can, I do okay

But right now all I want to do
Is get real if that's all right with you

Woke up last night under the mountains
Driving from Zürich to Milan
I lay there listening to the echoes
Thinking of Iceland and Japan

So many smiles, so many faces
And my home so far away
I lose some of me in all these places
And I can't help the way I'm changed

All over the world in 80 days
Memories turn like magazine pages
What kind of a man could live this way?
I do what I can but I can't escape it

Right now all I want to do
Is get real if that's all right with you
Right now all I want to do
Somehow be myself with you

All over the world in 80 days
Alcohol haze of information
What kind of a man could live this way?
As long as I have and stay the same

Right now all I want to do
Is get real if that's all right with you

Right now all I want to do
Get real for just one night with you
Just one night with you
If that's all right with you

Get real, get real
Right now, right now
Get real
Be myself with you

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80 Times - Lyrics - Offspring

Title: 80 Times
Artist: Offspring
Composer(s): Todd Barnes, Ronald Emory, Jack Grisham, Michael Roches

Lyric:
80 times was all it took for him
He has no more tries
No one seems to care too much for him
You can see it in his eyes

Drive down the street that he's on
Don't look his way
You keep going on and on and on
But you can't hear him say

Help, help
Help me
Help, help

80 times was all it took for him
He has no more tries
No one seems to care too much for him
You can see it in his eyes

Drive down the street that he's on
Don't look his way
You keep going on and on and on
But you can't hear him say

Help, help
Help me
Help, help

Help, help
Help me
Help, help

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Action &Amp; Drama - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Action &Amp; Drama
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Amanda Mackinnon, Steven James Clark, John Mckenzie Clark

Lyric:
In the late 1990's, into the twentieth century
The Idols, The Press Darlings are the faceless DJ?s
That's not to say that I'm not a techno, disco lover
I keep it under cover

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm supposed to be)
Give me '80's Madonna

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm meant to be)
Give me club Tropicana

I'm no pro-retro know-all, I want faces for the future
I'd like my Idols, human not programmed in computers
Pop music's not gonna die, it just has no direction
We need a plan of action

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm supposed to be)
Give me '80's Madonna

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm meant to be)
Give me club Tropicana

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm supposed to be)
Give me '80's Madonna

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm meant to be)
Give me club Tropicana

I'll be getting fresh at the weekend
Throwing myself in at the deep end
Trying to keep up with the DJ
He has no voice and no say

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm supposed to be)
Give me '80's Madonna

(I just want some personality)
Give me action and drama
(Who to look up to, who I'm meant to be)
Give me Bananarama

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We Fly High (Ballin) - Lyrics - Jim Jones

Title: We Fly High (Ballin)
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Vincent Jerome Willis, Joseph Jones, Zukhan Bey

Lyric:
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Ya boy gettin? paper, I buy big cars
I need fly rides just to drive in my garage
Stay sky high, fly wit the stars
G4 flights, 80 grand large

So we lean wit it, pop wit it
Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin?
I?m sayin? clean wit the bottom, kit it
I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glisten

But I spent about 8 grand
Mami on stage doin? the rain dance
She let it hit the floor, made it pop
Got my pedal to the floor screamin?, ?F*** the cops!?

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow
So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow
100 Gs worth of ice on the Audemars
And we in the streetlife till they call the law

I made the whip get naked
While I switch gears, ***** lookin? at the bracelet
Step out, show me what you all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin? out

1 am, we was at the club
2 am, ten bottles of bub
About 3 somethin? I was thinkin' about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

I keep 20 in the pocket
You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic
But of course gotta fly the spur
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb

Now I know a G a bet may sound absurd
Drive 80 up Lennox ?cause I got a urge
The rap game like the ***** game
Lifestyle rich famous, livin? in the fast lane

So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped
I beat the trail over Rucker
All guns loaded in them back mother*******

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

You ****** need to stay focused
When you?re dealin? wit a motha******* G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
All the above mother******

It's Dipset Byrd Gang we born to fly
Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back
Somebody tell my ***** Summer I?m lookin? for her
Ya dig? Another day another dollar, the fast life ******

We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

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We Fly High (Giants Remix) - Lyrics - Jim Jones

Title: We Fly High (Giants Remix)
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Vincent Jerome Willis, Joseph Jones, Zukhan Bey

Lyric:
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Ya boy gettin? paper, I buy big cars
I need fly rides just to drive in my garage
Stay sky high, fly wit the stars
G4 flights, 80 grand large

So we lean wit it, pop wit it
Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin?
I?m sayin? clean wit the bottom, kit it
I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glisten

But I spent about 8 grand
Mami on stage doin? the rain dance
She let it hit the floor, made it pop
Got my pedal to the floor screamin?, ?F*** the cops!?

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow
So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow
100 Gs worth of ice on the Audemars
And we in the streetlife till they call the law

I made the whip get naked
While I switch gears, ***** lookin? at the bracelet
Step out, show me what you all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin? out

1 am, we was at the club
2 am, ten bottles of bub
About 3 somethin? I was thinkin' about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

I keep 20 in the pocket
You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic
But of course gotta fly the spur
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb

Now I know a G a bet may sound absurd
Drive 80 up Lennox ?cause I got a urge
The rap game like the ***** game
Lifestyle rich famous, livin? in the fast lane

So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped
I beat the trail over Rucker
All guns loaded in them back mother*******

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

You ****** need to stay focused
When you?re dealin? wit a motha******* G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
All the above mother******

It's Dipset Byrd Gang we born to fly
Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back
Somebody tell my ***** Summer I?m lookin? for her
Ya dig? Another day another dollar, the fast life ******

We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

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Rapid Transit - Lyrics - Dilated Peoples

Title: Rapid Transit
Artist: Dilated Peoples
Composer(s): Marvin Jones, Chris Oroc, Michael Perretta, Rakaa Talyor

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
Dilated Peoples and all that

Everywhere we go now
Pack your bags, we goin' on a long trip man, guess what? We all
We all, all around the world
Worldwide, Dilated Peoples, Strong Arm Steady, let's go

All the people know now
Krondon, Phil the Agony, everybody around the world
International, domestic, Chicago, Ohio, Seattle
(Move through the city like rapid transit)

Everywhere we go now, I'm dead serious
You fuckin? with "The Best Damn Rap Show? period
Go strong 'til I'm delirious on the international stage
Like people here it is

Right here
From the LAX, worldwide direct, all the flights connect
Got the right to vote and we'll elect
And these labels can't stand us but give us these checks, yeah

Everywhere we go now
Move through the city, got a crew and tools to use with me
Cats got weak shit, come at me with a better line
I don't respect rappers, I respect Kevin Federline

Karma's good, judge slams the hammer
Got 16 on deck like Joe Montana
Blue states, red states, welcome us back
Every city got a coat rack to hang my hat

Evidence one person hold the weight that many bring
And I stand for somethin', so I don't fall for anythin'
(F'real dawg)
It's in the air tonight, don't ask who planned it
It's Dilated, move through the city like rapid transit

It's Babu, rapid transit, rapid transit, rapid transit

Everywhere we go now
We the rough, tough and dangerous
The hardest working artist can't hang with us

All around the world
In 80 days from LA
Tell them have nots to have it your way, get it

All the people know now
From NY to PA
ATL, DC to VA, c'mon

Everywhere we go
Competition can't spit
So Dilated run through 'em like rapid transit

Everywhere we go now
Hit the marathon runnin?
Got a hundred done, another hundred's comin?

(More bars)
I got shit to show for it
Wear my heart on my sleeve, just got my jacket over it

Plus I spit that hot shit
A hundred ten percent, less is not an option
I work the angles, no handouts or freebies
So when we in your town, get tickets to see me

This is Nissan truck hop
I bombed the RTD driver's side then hit the bus stop
Create to devastate, scene from New York
Hit the Hollywood sign in LA

And it feels like yesterday that shit amazed me
Cheech Wizard kickin? the lizard, that shit was crazy
In the grass grazin?, now it's kush y'all
Packin? more bowls than college football

But still lively
Poker face, playin? my cards like Phil Ivey
Rock the Dilated, rapid fire how I transmit
Babu!

Move through the city like rapid transit
Move through the city like rapid transit

Everywhere we go now
We the rough, tough and dangerous
The hardest workin' artist can't hang with us

All around the world
In 80 days from LA
Tell them have nots to have it your way, get it

All the people know now
Amsterdam to Iran
Italy, Germany and Japan, c'mon

Everywhere we go
Competition can't spit
So Dilated run through 'em like rapid transit

Everywhere we go now
We the rough, tough and dangerous
The hardest workin' artist can't hang with us

All around the world
In 80 days from LA
Tell them have nots to have it your way, get it

All the people know now
MIA to the Bay, the T Dot, ST and UK , c'mon
Competition can't spit
So Dilated run through 'em like rapid transit

Everywhere we go now
That's right, everywhere we go it's all love, Dilated People
Whenever we in Detroit, Hawaii, Texas
Las Vegas or Phoenix, Minnesota

You know what I'm sayin'? Connecticut, KC
Definitely St. Louis, Rhode Island
Philly, New England, Canada
You know all my Boston cats

Especially overseas when we go to New Zealand
Or Switzerland or someth'
Croatia, rollin' up a backwood
Out in Sweden and Norway, Jamaica, Africa

Ay, what happened to all my Spanish cats?
You know what I'm sayin', Puerto Rico, Mexico
Phil the Agony, be back man
Dilated People

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When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Martina Mcbride

Title: When God Fearin' Women Get The Blues
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Martina Mcbride
Composer(s): Leslie Winn Satcher

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Lyric:
Lock up your husbands
Lock up your sons
Lock up your whiskey cabinets
Girls, lock up your guns

Lock up the beauty shop
No tellin' if they've heard the news
Call the boys downtown at Neiman Marcus
Tell 'em lock up them high heel shoes

When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a-tellin'
What they're gonna do?
Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang, it will do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby

Call all the deacons
Call the Ladies Aid
Call all the altos, sopranos, tenors
Call every bass

Well, call all the Pentecostals
Bring that anointing oil too
Well, call the preacher
He's the only one can reach her
And there ain't no time to lose

When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a-tellin'
What they're gonna do?
Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang, it will do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby

She's on all our prayer lists
She's on all our hearts
As for the Easter cantata
We don't know who'll sing her part

When God fearin' women get the blues
There ain't no slap-dab-a-tellin'
What they're gonna do?
Run around yellin'

I've got a Mustang, it will do 80
You don't have to be my baby
I've stirred my last batch of gravy
You don't have to be my baby

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We Fly High - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: We Fly High
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Vincent Jerome Willis, Joseph Jones, Zukhan Bey

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Lyric:
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Ya boy gettin? paper, I buy big cars
I need fly rides just to drive in my garage
Stay sky high, fly wit the stars
G4 flights, 80 grand large

So we lean wit it, pop wit it
Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin?
I?m sayin? clean wit the bottom, kit it
I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glisten

But I spent about 8 grand
Mami on stage doin? the rain dance
She let it hit the floor, made it pop
Got my pedal to the floor screamin?, ?F*** the cops!?

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow
So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow
100 Gs worth of ice on the Audemars
And we in the streetlife till they call the law

I made the whip get naked
While I switch gears, ***** lookin? at the bracelet
Step out, show me what you all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin? out

1 am, we was at the club
2 am, ten bottles of bub
About 3 somethin? I was thinkin' about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

I keep 20 in the pocket
You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic
But of course gotta fly the spur
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb

Now I know a G a bet may sound absurd
Drive 80 up Lennox ?cause I got a urge
The rap game like the ***** game
Lifestyle rich famous, livin? in the fast lane

So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped
I beat the trail over Rucker
All guns loaded in them back mother*******

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

You ****** need to stay focused
When you?re dealin? wit a motha******* G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
All the above mother******

It's Dipset Byrd Gang we born to fly
Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back
Somebody tell my ***** Summer I?m lookin? for her
Ya dig? Another day another dollar, the fast life ******

We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

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We Fly High (Westside Remix) - Lyrics - Jim Jones

Title: We Fly High (Westside Remix)
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Vincent Jerome Willis, Joseph Jones, Zukhan Bey

Lyric:
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Ya boy gettin? paper, I buy big cars
I need fly rides just to drive in my garage
Stay sky high, fly wit the stars
G4 flights, 80 grand large

So we lean wit it, pop wit it
Vertical Jones, mean wit the top missin?
I?m sayin? clean wit the bottom, kit it
I hopped out, saggy jeans and my rock glisten

But I spent about 8 grand
Mami on stage doin? the rain dance
She let it hit the floor, made it pop
Got my pedal to the floor screamin?, ?F*** the cops!?

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

Here tonight, could be gone tomorrow
So I speed through life like there's no tomorrow
100 Gs worth of ice on the Audemars
And we in the streetlife till they call the law

I made the whip get naked
While I switch gears, ***** lookin? at the bracelet
Step out, show me what you all about
Flashbacks of last night of me ballin? out

1 am, we was at the club
2 am, ten bottles of bub
About 3 somethin? I was thinkin' about grub
So I stumbled to the car, threw the drinks and the drugs

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

I keep 20 in the pocket
You talk a buck 80 if the Bentley is the topic
But of course gotta fly the spur
To the hood and roll dice on side the curb

Now I know a G a bet may sound absurd
Drive 80 up Lennox ?cause I got a urge
The rap game like the ***** game
Lifestyle rich famous, livin? in the fast lane

So when I bleep shorty bleep back
Louis Vuitton belt where I'm keepin' all the heat strapped
I beat the trail over Rucker
All guns loaded in them back mother*******

We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We fly high, no lie, you know this
Foreign rides, outside, it's like show biz
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

You ****** need to stay focused
When you?re dealin? wit a motha******* G
You know my name, Jones, One Eye, Capo Status
All the above mother******

It's Dipset Byrd Gang we born to fly
Y'all know the rules, fall back or fall back
Somebody tell my ***** Summer I?m lookin? for her
Ya dig? Another day another dollar, the fast life ******

We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused
We stay fly, no lie and you know this
Hips and thighs, oh my, stay focused

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80'S Joint - Lyrics - Kelis

Title: 80'S Joint
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Robert Ozuna, Robert Bacon, Raphael Saadiq, Kelis Rogers

Lyric:
Forget about the neighbors, we're doin' them favors, I can wait tonite
Forget about the neighbors, we're doin' them favors, I can wait tonite

Don't make me wait for your lovin'
Don't make me wait for your lovin'

I like to tease them boy, it seems that you can read my mind
Let me show you and I promise you'll have fun with mine
This is not a test so playboy come and give your best
Come on with it, I just hope that you can make it last, girl

Don't make me wait for your lovin'
Don't make me wait for your lovin'
Don't make me wait for your lovin'
Don't make me wait for your lovin'

Baby the only one, I just want to give you all my time
Boys are waitin' up the back in line
You're the one I can't get out my head
It's so cute the way you said that you want it

Don't make me wait for your lovin'
Don't make me wait for your lovin'
Don't make me wait for your lovin'
Don't make me wait for your lovin'

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80 M.P.H. - Lyrics - Hundred Reasons

Title: 80 M.P.H.
Artist: Hundred Reasons
Composer(s): Hundred Reason

Lyric:
Please lift the weight off us
Destroy and leave it all behind
Pour your hands and make believe
So we could plot the course divine

Make your matchstick man so proud
Yet all I felt was less
You overcompensate
You always hesitate

You open up, you're cased in silence
You open up, you're cased in silence
You open up, you're cased in silence

Please lift the weight off us
Destroy and leave it all behind
No, no, no, no

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The Baby - Lyrics - The Dreamer - Blake Shelton

Title: The Baby
Album: The Dreamer
Artist: Blake Shelton
Composer(s): Larry Michael White, Harley Allen

Lyric:
My brother said that I was rotten to the core
I was the youngest child, so I got by with more
I guess she was tired by the time I came along
She'd laugh until she cried, I could do no wrong
She would always save me because I was her baby

I worked a factory in Ohio, a shrimp boat in the Bayou
I drove a truck in Birmingham, turned 21 in Cincinnati
I called home to mom and daddy, I said, "Your boy is now a man"
She said, "I don't care if you're 80, you'll always be my baby"

She loved that photograph of our whole family
She'd always point us out for all her friend's to see
That's Greg, he's doing great, he really loves his job
And Ronnie with his two kids, how 'bout that wife he's got
And that one's kinda crazy, but that one is my baby

I got a call in Alabama, said, "Come on home to Louisiana"
And come as fast as you can fly 'cause your momma really needs you
And says she's got to see you, she might not make it through the night
The whole way I drove 80 so she could see her baby

She looked like she was sleepin' and my family had been weepin'
By the time that I got to her side and I knew that she'd been taken
And my heart it was breakin', I never got to say goodbye
I softly kissed that lady and cried just like a baby

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Brand New - Lyrics - Lyfe Change - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Brand New
Album: Lyfe Change
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Thom Bell, D. Carter, Linda Creed, A. Felder, C. Harris, J. Hutchins, Lyfe Jennings, N. Jones, J. Nash, A. O'Bryant, D. Reeves, L. Smith, K. Walker

Lyric:
Look, my girl ain't got snobby, stuntin' like her Daddy
Vroom on her Yamaha, she ride me like a Kawasaki
I call her little butter, sometimes I call her shorty
She only wears dresses, she sleep in Ed Hardy, ya dig?

It's young Weezy, the 80's baby
And we can get together make 80 babies
Now the house, brand new, the car brand new
But you're still the same old you
And that's why I love you

Girl, from the moment that I saw you
I knew you were the one
Though we didn't have a lot of money
We still had so much fun
(So much fun)

No matter where you are
You'll always be my superstar
If it wasn't for your love
I'd truly not have gone this far

I'm proud of you baby
?Cause you never got brand new
You, baby
'Cause you never got brand new

I remember livin' in the projects
I remember spendin' welfare checks
That?s something you never never forget
How could I abandon you now?

You'll always be a superstar
You will always be
No matter where you are
My heart is never far

I?m proud of you baby
?Cause you never got brand new
You baby
?Cause you never got brand new

Oh baby, we came from nothing
And we turned it into something
And we never ever act like
We're too good, we too boozy for the hood life

Real recognize and you know this
When you with me in the streets or the showbiz
Now everybody know your name
Ain?t gon? be the same, but you?re still the same

You, yeah
'Cause you never got brand new
(All the money, ain?t changin? no)
You, you never got brand new

I?m proud of you baby
?Cause you never got brand new

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