New Killer Star - Lyrics - Reality - David Bowie

Title: New Killer Star
Album: Reality
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): David Bowie

Lyric:
See the great white star
Over Battery Park
Then a flare glides over
But I won't look at that star

Oh, my nuclear baby
(One who spotted a star)
Oh, my idiot trance
All my idiot questions
(Like the stars in your eyes)
Let's face the music and dance

Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you

All the corners of the buildings
Who but we remember these
The sidewalks and trees
I'm thinking now

(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
A new killer star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

(I got a better way)
The stars in your eyes
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

See my life in a comic
Like the way they did the Bible
With the bubbles and action
The little details in color

First a horseback bomber
(Who discovered a star)
Just a small thin chance
Like seeing Jesus on dateline
(Like the stars in your eyes)
Let's face the music and dance

Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better
Don't ever say I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready
I never said I'm better, I'm better, I'm better, I'm better than you

All the corners of the buildings
Who but we remember these
The sidewalks and trees
I'm thinking now

(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
A new killer star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

(I got a better way)
The stars in your eyes
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
I discovered a star
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

(I got a better way)
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)
(I got a better way)
(I got a better way)
(Ready, set, go)

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A Ready, Set, Don'T Go - Lyrics - Hannah Montana

Title: A Ready, Set, Don'T Go
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Casey Michael Beathard, Billy Ray Cyrus

Lyric:
She's gotta do what she's gotta do
And I've gotta like it or not
She's got dreams too big for this town
And she needs to give 'em a shot
Whatever they are

Looks like I'm all ready to leave
And nothing left to pack
Ain't no room for me in that car
Even if she asked me to tag along
God, I gotta be strong

I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life
As ready as I've ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes
The prize is mine to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, oh I'm ready, get set, don't go

Looks like things are fallin' in place
Feels like they're fallin' apart
I painted this big old smile on my face
To hide my broken heart
If only she knew

This is where you don't say
What you want so bad to say
This is where I want to
But I won't get in the way
Of her and her dreams
And spreadin' her wings

I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life
As ready as I've ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes
The prize is mine to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, get set, don't go

I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life
As ready as I've ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes
The prize is mine to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, get set, please don't go

Don't go, don't go now
Mmm don't go
I'll be all right, I'll be ok
[Incomprehensible]
Thinking of you each and every day
She's gotta do what she's gotta do

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Get Ready, Get Set, Don'T Go - Lyrics - Hannah Montana

Title: Get Ready, Get Set, Don'T Go
Artist: Hannah Montana
Composer(s): Casey Michael Beathard, Billy Ray Cyrus

Lyric:
She's gotta do what she's gotta do
And I've gotta like it or not
She's got dreams too big for this town
And she needs to give 'em a shot
Whatever they are

Looks like I'm all ready to leave
And nothing left to pack
Ain't no room for me in that car
Even if she asked me to tag along
God, I gotta be strong

I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life
As ready as I've ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes
The prize is mine to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, oh I'm ready, get set, don't go

Looks like things are fallin' in place
Feels like they're fallin' apart
I painted this big old smile on my face
To hide my broken heart
If only she knew

This is where you don't say
What you want so bad to say
This is where I want to
But I won't get in the way
Of her and her dreams
And spreadin' her wings

I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life
As ready as I've ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes
The prize is mine to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, get set, don't go

I'm at the startin' line of the rest of my life
As ready as I've ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in my eyes
The prize is mine to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, get set, please don't go

Don't go, don't go now
Mmm don't go
I'll be all right, I'll be ok
[Incomprehensible]
Thinking of you each and every day
She's gotta do what she's gotta do

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Ready Set Don'T Go - Lyrics - Home At Last - Billy Ray Cyrus

Title: Ready Set Don'T Go
Album: Home At Last
Artist: Billy Ray Cyrus
Composer(s): Casey Michael Beathard, Billy Ray Cyrus

Lyric:
She's gotta do what she's gotta do
And I've gotta like it or not
She's got dreams too big for this town
And she needs to give 'em a shot
Whatever they are

Looks like she's all ready to leave
Nothing left to pack
Ain't no room for me in that car
Even if she asked me to tag along
God, I gotta be strong

She's at the startin' line of the rest of her life
As ready as she's ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in her eyes
The prize is hers to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, get set, don't go

She says things are fallin' in place
Feels like they're fallin' apart
I painted this big old smile on my face
To hide my broken heart
If only she knew

This is where I don't say
What I want so bad to say
This is where I want to
But I won't get in the way
Of her and her dreams
And spreadin' her wings

She's at the startin' line of the rest of her life
As ready as she's ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in her eyes
The prize is hers to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, get set, don't go

She's at the startin' line of the rest of her life
As ready as she's ever been
Got the hunger and the stars in her eyes
The prize is hers to win

She's waitin' on my blessings
Before she hits that open road
But baby get ready, get set, please don't go

Don't go, mmm don't go
She's gotta do what she's gotta do
She's gotta do what she's gotta do

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Don'T Say You Love Me - Lyrics - Shades Of Purple - M2m

Title: Don'T Say You Love Me
Album: Shades Of Purple
Artist: M2m
Composer(s): Marit Elisabeth Larsen, James Robert Bralower, Marion Elise Ravn, Peter Zizzo

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Lyric:
Got introduced to you by a friend
You were cute and all that, baby you set the trend, yes you did oh
The next thing I know we're down at the cinema
We're sitting there you start kissing me
What's that about?

You're moving too fast, I don't understand you
I'm not ready yet, baby, I can't pretend, no I can't
The best I can do is tell you to talk to me
It's possible, eventual, love will find a way
Love will find a way

Don't say you love me, you don't even know me
If you really want me then give me some time
Don't go there baby, not before I'm ready
Don't say your heart's in a hurry
It's not like we're gonna get married, give me, give me some time

Here's how I play, here's where you stand
Here's what to prove to get any further than where it's been
I'll make it clear, not gonna tell you twice
Take it slow, keep pushing me, you're pushing me away
Pushing me away

Don't say you love me, you don't even know me
If you really want me then give me some time
Don't go there baby, not before I'm ready
Don't say your heart's in a hurry
It's not like we're gonna get married, give me, give me, some time

Don't say you love me, you don't even know me, baby

Don't say you love me, you don?t even know me
If you really want me then give me some time

Don't say you love me, you don't even know me
If you really want me then give me some time
Don't go there baby not before I'm ready
Don't say your heart's in a hurry
It's not like we're gonna get married, give me, give me, some time

Baby, don't say you love me, you don't even know me
If you really want me then give me some time
Don't go there baby, not before I'm ready
Don't say your heart's in a hurry
It's not like we're gonna get married, give me, give me some time

Don't say you love me, you don't even know me
If you really want me then give me some time
Don't go there baby not before I'm ready

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Roll With 'Em - Lyrics - Solja Rags - Juvenile

Title: Roll With 'Em
Album: Solja Rags
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas

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Lyric:
It's enemy turf that I'm on, so I'ma play it how it go
Cock the hollow points into my black calico
Hit the coat with some of grams of that dope fo' sho' it's 'bout to go
Niggaz graduated from sellin' dope to snortin' dope

Gangsta be bustin' heads
Lil Reggie be bustin' heads
K.C., he be bustin' heads
Think I ain't 'bout nustin' heads

Bodies bled, I'll put infrared up in your Cutlass
You play with 226, that's my clique so I say fuck it
Ruckus, war deep, World War III in the mix
5 hot soys runnin', bringin' G's to they clique

With them hundred round tip-tips, to make sure niggaz ain't breathin'
You recievin', a punishment for not believin'
Curly head lookin' for me, 'cause I'm hot and word don' got loose
Bundles of dope fronted, from the Magnolia to the Goose

Snitches wanted to testify the shit that they know
Set a bomb on the front door, put a key in the door and the place blow
Look I been walkin' way mo', with a coat full of yeh-yo
Nothin' but clientele, from 11-5, sale
You don't think it's legal, nigga we can take it to the scale
You gon' double your money, gon' get credit make your bail

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

My biological father, was a sperm donor, around the corner
Was the man that killed lil Lanny, who knew we'd understand it
That way that, my mother was heartless to her kids
So he took us in his home, and he raised like his own

Now we grown, and we learned responsibility
The devil tryed to get wit me
To affect all of my dickin' inability
But it's gon' be some shit, when a collision is occurin'

Asurin', of me bein' a factor, through '97 and after
And I'ma have to, get my ten percent
Or I'ma get punished, like the rest of these niggaz and there's evidence
'Cause ever since all these cars and all these mansions

And all these luxuries was givin'
You wasn't givin' no thanks, to the reason you was livin'
So I'ma keep an open mind and make the right decision
And ain't tell you niggaz shit, and put my self in a position

That's inescapable, 'cause you capable, of puttin' my life in danger
And it's causin' confusion, confusion draw conclusion
And shootin' up some niggaz that pose a threat
Until somebody warns you that you're close to death

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

Don't love ya, don't need ya
So why the fuck would I feed ya
You bitches want my riches, delete ya
'Cause it's movin', it's shakin' number one spot takin'

Rap site tight and money we be makin'
Clock six figures, with brown beats and triggers
Drinkin' from the riggers, poppa said the gon' fig us
Everything I make, and everything I drive

Everything I scratch and everything I ride
Touch it, live for it, you niggaz kill for it
The new Juve tape, got you hoes loosin' weight
Can't get your life straight, music to masturbate

Test a, nigga like me boy and you better
Have on your bulletproof sweater, ridin' in an armored Jetta
Beware of these, thugs in E's
Every time you breathe you recievin' a part of me

Look, my lyrics be combustible like gases
When I'm grabbin' for the mic and performin' for your masses
I'm never found on the ship that's steady sinkin'
Total control and all about self my way of thinkin'

Bankin', off top, runnin' with them boys from the block
Totin' glocks that we only use when we put on the spot
Now I got, a reason to live for than to die
Keepin' a tight inventory on my supply, of gettin' high
Know when to stop, don't wanna be it, can't even see it
Not even them little niggaz that I be wit'

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me
With that iron, I'ma roll wit' 'em, momma don't pray for me
I don't back down from no nigga, they got a place for me

I'm gettin' tired, of this bullshit that we hearin'
I'm gettin' tired, 'bout to get my iron ready to ride
Ready to ride, ready to ride
Ready to ride, lil wodie

Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga
Momma don't pray for me, I don't back down from no nigga

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Showdown - Lyrics - Crucial Conflict

Title: Showdown
Artist: Crucial Conflict
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield, Terrell Harris, Corey James Johnson, Marrico D King, Ralph Leverston, Wondosas Martin

Lyric:
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

Listen up all you damned dare varmints
It's finna be a showdown
Better flee the scene that's on the real
Better keep that head down

Pick a bigger strap, better come equip
And don't trip 'cause I'm 'bout to let it loose
Pullin' out a pocket knife will get you sniped
And you know niggas is gonna have to shoot

Could it be that I had the loot
In a mood for bustin' chickens
Nigga thought he had him a sweet vic
But he had him a schizophrenic

Better have that itchy for the homicide
Ain't no love, I'm a let it ride
Now it's gonna be a showdown
On the lowdown better stay inside

Trippin' 'cause a nigga gonna die
If Billy Joe didn't tell that lie
He would still be in the barn
Instead, he got buckshots in his right side

Ms. Hay she cooked as pumpkin pie
Gettin' high in the fuckin' barn
The showdown it was all good
And I came home with that smoky gun

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

Wait a minute,hold up now
Who want confrontation
Punk ass nigga, you run with a clique
Ha, I ride with a nation

And I'm bustin', not to mention I'm cappin' every nigga
On your deck, so don't sleep
To make you stifle got a rifle with a scope
You can't cope when the conflict's on the creep

You came to closed to the style partner
Can't fuck with the rodeo here we go, wild west side
Gitty up, move 'em out, head for the hills
I'm a let it ride

The trick didn't know about the gang bang boogie
'Til it fell on the floor wit a ass full of lead
No need for calling out your momma name now
Son-of-a-bitch you dead

On your mark, get ready, set trip
I'm comin' wit a nine millimeter motherfucker
Block bam, my shit never jam
Like a hoe you fold when I stuck you snipin'

Off a building gangbangin' is an everyday thing
Runnin' down on a hoe down, gotta low down
It's a showdown, nigga bout to go down
Slow down

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

I'm just a bogus nigga fuck that nigga next to me
You get that ass dropped quick never had no love
Now you wanna challenge me, fuck yo chief
We got some beef

When I die, it's gonna be a gang fight
I'm a be the nigga that take your life
Pop your ass say nighty night
Born to do some damage

I'll be damned if I let a motherfucker
Even think he rough, blaze that bitch
And bust him up
Pussy motherfucker I'm a take your stuff

Shit is out of pocket man
But all this shit is finna change
'Cause when I come this time
I'm a show you a nine ain't no joke

I'm a kill you some more
And show them fools Wild style ain't no hoe
And if I die we all gotta go bad thing about it
I don't give a fuck,wondering what I'm livin' for

Face to face with a nigga that I hate
I'm a meet you on the hell ground
Look you up in your eyes and spray
Smoke you in the showdown

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

A motherfucker told me
It was gonna be a showdown
When I came around
I was up for breakin' motherfuckers down

Fuck it niggas wit it let's rock the town
Flee on the scene, now what's up baby
Car full of niggas straight lookin' shady came to loot
Better have what you gone shoot

'Cause we straight actin' crazy, Conflict nigga
That's what it is when you tote them triggers
Gangbangalistic father figure
Daddy to the niggas that think they sucker

Yeah, it's a showdown
Not just my hood, but town from town
Making motherfuckers recognize the flavor
Coming from Chi-Town

Yee haw, be quick to draw
Pick a nigga meat up out with a chainsaw
Make a nigga see what he never saw
Crucial Conflict comin' at you raw

For a showdown, we don't play around
Motherfuckers gone die awe gone kill 'em up pal
Motherfuckers playing these damn games
Kill 'em up in the showdown

Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown
Niggas laying down on the ground, it's a showdown
Don't you come around trying to clown, it's a showdown

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Better Start Talking - Lyrics - Journey Of A Gemini - Donell Jones

Title: Better Start Talking
Album: Journey Of A Gemini
Artist: Donell Jones
Composer(s): Ryan Leslie, Jermaine Dupri, Sean Garrett

Lyric:
I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
We so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth, let's go

Settle down, babe
Thinkin' that I can't let ya talk to me that way
Thinkin' bad move, the one that could be creepin'
And takin' your place
You don't even know where I be but we argue now
You gon' be here lonely, yeah
'Cuz she know what I need at night, can't you see?

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

Tell me why should I be here tonight
See you don?t wanna hurt me
But we both know this thing that just ain't right
When I go and I go
It's gonna be a little too late
To try get back again
When I don?t have this feelin' no more

Now we're gonna be here talkin' no more
She'll be the reason I leave you alone
Some day you'll see when I'm gone
So right now you better speak
And give me a reason, girl, can't you see?

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

This shit is over
(You better start talking)
I shoulda left a long ago
(You better start talking)
But I stayed around thinkin' that something
In your head was not clickin'

But I can see that I was all wrong
(You better start talking)
I can't be a fool no more
(You better start talking)
And she wants to be that one
To give me that love you ain't ready for
[Incomprehensible]

I go to the club strictly to party
And find something to twerk with
I?m the dude that all the girls wanna flirt with
Jump up in the booth, show me just how they work it
So shorty, your window is small to work with

I see it in your eyes but you ain't sayin' nothin'
Your girl doin' everything tryin' to push my button
Symbolizin' us leavin' and me cuttin'
Easy like Tiger on the green when he puttin'

You better start talking, shorty, wanna do something
Do something to live to me, man, shorty wanna move something
And you frontin' like it ain't what it is
'Bout to lose all this 'cuz you ain't handle yo' bizz

After two shots of the three, she was all on me
And you seen it but try to play it like a 'P.I.M.P.'
Now I respect that but sometimes that's a set back
And I really can't see you settin' back lettin'
That be the reason we ain't breezin' through the city
Girl, you better start talking
(Can't you see?)

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

She wants to take your place
She wanna give me everything that you don't
Don't let her just walk on in, don't make a big mistake
Thinkin' I'm so caught up I can't let go
You better start talking

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth

I'm so sincere with it, I just want you to know
If you can feel it, rock back and forth
He's so sincere with it, we just want you to know

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Set It Straight - Lyrics - Thug World Order - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Set It Straight
Album: Thug World Order
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): C Scruggs, Jeff Fortson, S Howse, B Mccane, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back in this motherfucker
(That's right, that's right)
The original T H U G's

Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
And we're yet to be replaced
Krayzie Bone they say, uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, oh

And check my style and in your vein like a drug
And I got niggas passed out on the floor
They done overdosed on the thugs
I done sold over 30 million records
You niggas better check it before you get up and disrespect it
And that weed for twenty-four seven nigga
I never knew a nigga that can smoke a pound like me
Or get down like me and they don't make them like me

Thugs-N-Harmony nigga the name will never die
No matter how mad these niggas is actin'
We gon go platinum
So back that shit up before we blast this bitch up
Then you get the picture ol' fag ass nigga
Playas is what you want
Then come and get it fresh off the grill, well done
Hot and ready

We don't give a fuck what you want with niggas and bitches
You be fuckin' with this and you will feel that I'm hot and ready
And you will know what I mean
I'll be the thuggish ruggish nigga on the block
With two glocks it don't stop
I bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me
Thug you don't know me, so don't think y'all finna hold me
'Cuz homie niggas don't know me

Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
And we're yet to be replaced
Layzie Bone they say uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, oh

Now uh, oh, uh, oh
Oh, no, he didn't and bitch, I did it, yes, I admit
It you full of that bullshit you need to quit it
Nigga hit it, go and play those drums
Steady on money and going to get me some
You fuckin' with a nigga that's number one
Doin' it just for fun and now look at him run
On some dumb shit not the assassin', I'mma keep smashin'

Stackin' my chedda, chedda, nobody can do it better
Whatevea whatevea, ya then I'm going to turn killa
Better be knowin' how the game go
In touch with the real nigga, nigga I'm the drama
Bring it nothin' but tough shit, you could put this on yo mama
Nigga, I'm gonna make you love this
Me and DJ Heist shootin' dice in the back of the ally
Finna jump back in the Caddy
Man, we won them beat the badly

Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
And we're yet to be replaced
Bizzy Bone they say uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, oh

Lock up the shit as quick as a nigga can lock up his bitch
With a cock in is pit
Bleedin' right after we cocked him up in his crib
Rottin' in rich with a semi-automatic shotgun
Get the poppin' away up in a flick
Lookin' at the crowed all nerves and shit
My nigga Los was hittin' banks and shit
Set aside these little gangsta bitch

Cop killa we dotta love the incog neta
With as tasty as his mama as she chookin' in a casino
Man incafino niggas is only out fo they self
and expect the kids to help and set shit on the shelf
Filthy niggas get [unverified] and die
Like grape juice and wealth

I've been waitin' for you to start talkin' to somebody else
And we thinkin' about God in this reputation
Pussy Niggas who hatin', how the fuck is my relations
I'm ready to get some pressure
Self built ward my local niggas are stotin'
Stakin' and makin' in dikie suits with the matchin' bandanas
Dippin' around, dippin' around, can't nobody catch us

Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
And we're yet to be replaced
Wish Bone they say uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, oh

We came up Eazy died you think we was gon' give up
We still some raw
Don't you deny, you know we brought this game up
From the DJ's to the VJ's, from the niggas from the essay's
You know we brung this game up
Everybody knows Thugs-N-Harmony
From the beginnin' these niggas was trippin'
And wonder why I be flippin'
Who gives a fuck why I moved out of the hood dippin'

'Cuz these niggas don't know how to act
Catch you slippin' and I'll react
Nigga fuck what you heard
Fuck with Bone, that's a fact
Step on anybody and be ready for this movement
I've been a thug gon' stay a thug
I don't talk about it I do it

Now let me explain when we came in this game
We was young thugs oh, ah, all this money nigga what
Now how you blamin' a nigga with all this cash
Young black heated with a attitude like kiss my ass
We apologize to all our fans with hands in the stands
But fuck these niggas writin' in these magazine nigga man damn

Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up
And we're yet to be replaced
Bone Thugs they say uh, uh, oh, uh, uh, oh

Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish
And we can't forget about Flesh y'all
And don't forget about Flesh, Bone Thugs y'all

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Planet Rock - Lyrics - Afrika Bambaataa

Title: Planet Rock
Artist: Afrika Bambaataa
Composer(s): John Miller, Florian Schneider, Karl Bartos, Ralf Hutter, John Robie, Emil Schult, Ellis Williams, Robert Allen, Kevin Donovon, Arthur Baker

Lyric:
Party people, party people
Can y'all get funky?
Soul Sonic Force, can y'll get funky?
The Zulu Nation, can y'll get funky?

Ya, Just hit me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's jus' gettin' so funky, now hit me
Ya, just hit me

Just start to chase your dreams
Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way

Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life, live
Come play the game, our world is free
Do what you want but scream

We know a place where the nights are hot
It is a house of funk
Females and males
Both headed all for the disco

The DJ plays your favorite blasts
Takes you back to the past, music's magic, poof
Bump, bump, bump, get bump with some flash, people

Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock, rock to the Planet Rock, don't stop

The Soul Sonic Force, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow and MC Globe
We emphasize the show, we got ego
Make this your night, just slip it right and by day

As the people say, live it up, shucks
No work or play, our world is free
Be what you be, so be

Rock, rock to Planet Rock, don't stop
Rock, rock to Planet Rock, don't stop

You're in a place where the nights are hot
Where nature's children dance and set a chance
On this Mother Earth, which is our rock

The time has come and work for soul, show you really got soul
Are you ready hump, bump, bump, get bump, now let's go, house

Twist and turn, [Incomprehensible]
You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
You gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin', work it all around the clock
Everybody keep rockin' and clockin' and shockin' and rockin', go house

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Well hit me, Mr. Biggs, Pow Wow, G L O B E
The Soul Sonic Force

You gotta rock it, pop it, 'cause it's the century
There is such a place that creates such a melody
Our world is but a land of a master jam, get up and dance
It's time to chase your dreams

Up out your seats, make your body sway
Socialize, get down, let your soul lead the way
Shake it now, go ladies, it's a livin' dream
Love, life, live

Everybody say, rock it, don't stop it
Everybody say, shock it and pop it
Everybody say, ich me sun chi

Say, Planet Rock
It's the sure shot
Say, Planet Rock
It's the sure shot

So twist and turn, then you let your body glide
You got the body rock and pop, bounce and pounce

So hit me
Just taste the funk and hit me
Just get on down and hit me
Bambaataa's gettin' so funky, now hit me

Every piece of the world
Rate the message of the worlds
All men, women, boys, and girls, hey our Planet Rock is superb
Get on it

You got the groove, move, shak, undi, shak, undi, shak
Feel the groove, feel it
Do what ya want but ya know ya got to be cool and boogie
Out on the floor, go down, bring it low, close to the ground

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin'
Work it all around the clock

Everybody just rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop
Keep tickin' and tockin'
Work it all around the clock

Everybody gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop

Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
Gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop it
We gotta rock it, don't stop

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A Public Affair - Lyrics - Public Affair - Jessica Simpson

Title: A Public Affair
Album: Public Affair
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Louis Biancaniello, Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson, Johnta John Austin, Sam Watters, Greg Kurstin, Jessica Ann Simpson, Lester Mendez

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Lyric:
There go the streetlights, the night's officially on
I got the green light to do whatever I want
I'm gonna stand outside the box and put the rules on hold

Tonight, carte blanche, 1st class for the evening
Ready, set, go!

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

Hey, baby, I see you looking over here, baby
Are you gonna keep looking or get up and talk to me?
Here's an opportunity that you don't wanna miss

Tonight, carte blanche, 1st class for the evening
Ready, set, go!

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

Do what you wanna do tonight
The world does not exist, no no no no
Move how you wanna move, all my girls work it out like this
Give me room to shake, shake, shake

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

All night, don't stop
Who cares, let's rock
All night, don't stop
Who cares, let's rock

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

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A Public Affair (Remix) [Bonus] - Lyrics - Public Affair - Jessica Simpson

Title: A Public Affair (Remix) [Bonus]
Album: Public Affair
Artist: Jessica Simpson
Composer(s): Louis Biancaniello, Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson, Johnta John Austin, Sam Watters, Greg Kurstin, Jessica Ann Simpson, Lester Mendez

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Lyric:
There go the streetlights, the night's officially on
I got the green light to do whatever I want
I'm gonna stand outside the box and put the rules on hold

Tonight, carte blanche, 1st class for the evening
Ready, set, go!

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

Hey, baby, I see you looking over here, baby
Are you gonna keep looking or get up and talk to me?
Here's an opportunity that you don't wanna miss

Tonight, carte blanche, 1st class for the evening
Ready, set, go!

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

Do what you wanna do tonight
The world does not exist, no no no no
Move how you wanna move, all my girls work it out like this
Give me room to shake, shake, shake

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

All night, don't stop
Who cares, let's rock
All night, don't stop
Who cares, let's rock

All the girls stepping out for a public affair
All night, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop
All the cameras come out for a public affair
Who cares, let's rock, ?cause the party don't stop

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We Want The Funk - Lyrics - Ahmad

Title: We Want The Funk
Artist: Ahmad
Composer(s): Stefan Kendal Gordy, Ahmad Lewis

Lyric:
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

Dig it, the mic is mine
I'm the incredible man with the gift of gab
And when I speak you'll be doin' the freak
So if you don't want the funk then you a punk
Everybody out of they chairs should go for theirs

And if you can find anyone better or as bad as mine
That's thick as a dreadlocks and rocks like Lenny Kravitz
Then you done great, you done good
Wait, I hope they told you I'll explode to any track

I'm back on top, ready to drop bombs
I'm the only rapper that can rap like this, then do the twist
So hold up, wait a minute
Let's put the boom back in it to show the Joneses can win it

And that's my crew, that's my clan, that's my posse
The niggaz with the funky tunes, turn up the volume
All you ballers with your '64 Impalas
And bass comin' out of your trunk, you better holla if you want the funk

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

Word now everybody get up then sit back down and yell
(Ho)
The nigga rolls back with a verse and it gets worse
By worse I mean, better than you and I can do
Cruise and never lose in fights

Because I write and flip scripts
I rip up punks and do a cheer, think I'd ring the funk bell, yell
(Party over here)
Now peep what I brought and maybe I even got
A million funk styles for ya, baby

In stacks, so when I rap the claps come
Through I'm new but been hearin' cheers for years
And fear is a mind state, I rip up raps and do up dance stuff
The great Ahmad, if you agree then nod

Your head like this or like that I can rap with anyone
And still won't fall, I do it all so y'all kids with tapes on your shelves
And twelves boomin' out of your trunk
You better yell if you want the funk

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

Well, I'm still kickin' the funk, don't believe it, you don't have to
But bet a buck, you gon' believe it when I leave it stuck
Imprinted through a rhyme I invented
To indent your skull 'cause I got soul

Everybody get ready then set go
And when I let go of the microphone get your jam on
But one more thing before I sing 'cause I'm fat and ask for you
Please get off your rump and scream if you want the funk

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(Party over here, bust you over there
Party over here, bust you over there)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
If you didn't come to dance, then you don't want the funk

We want the funk
Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)
Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)

Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)
Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)

Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)
Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)

Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)
Give me that funk, baby, give me that funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)
If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk
(We want the funk)

If you didn't come to dance then you don't want the funk

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Unit - Lay You Down - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Lay You Down
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Christopher C Lloyd, Curtis James Jackson, John W Woloschuk, David Darnell Brown

Lyric:
G-Unit, they ain't ready
Ahh

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

I've been out in LA with Dre and Snoop for so long
I'm fin ta Crip walk and put some motherfuckin' khakis on
Naw that's aight man I ain't got nothin' to prove
I'm rich but I still live like I got nothin' to lose

Look man, I don't know what you been drinkin'
I don't know what you been thinkin'
But get outta line and Snoop's upside ya head
The media they write whatever they choose
And the cops stay on my ass so I stay on the news
These other rap niggas couldn't walk in my shoes
Went through a bunch of bullshit while I was payin' my dues

They say my music make a gangsta wanna pop somethin'
Well tell them niggas to get poppin' and stop frontin'
You heard of me but do you know how I get down
Stay with a vest on, roll wit a couple tre pounds?
In case you motherfuckers wanna jump bad now
I'll start some bullshit and I'ma lay ya punk ass down

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Hittin' niggas from long range for writin' the wrong thangs
My name Young Buck but I look like a old man
Just 'cuz I like ice don't compare me to Lil Wayne
I make rap niggas disappear like Lil Zane

See Buck been shot, but not more than 50
I don't dance, what I look like signin' wit Diddy?
I got plans, grenades and the G-Unit wit me
And on command, we spray give a fuck who we hittin'

What's in my hand? A tan 'bout a hundred and sixty
Hollow tips, four fifths with the rubber grip
Crips and Bloods they show me love like I'm claimin' a set
These industry niggas know they better pay me my check

I get a kick outta seein' these broke ass rappers
Ten people showed up that's why your show got canceled
50 whatever they did to the kid is handled
Niggas callin' for these features but they get no answers
Fuck y'all niggas

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

Everywhere we go, just leaves number one
We won't stop, every billboard chart
We number one, number one, number one
Man we own that slot, we won't stop

I don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down
Don't know what you been thinkin', don't know what you been drinkin'
But you get outta line, boy, I'll lay your ass down

A bitch know it's a privilege if I stop to check her
Nigga all I got is hot shit the kids call me Dr. Pepper
And I don't mean a soda
The 16 top shot loader'll bend ya ass up like yoga
Your fuckin' wit a soldier
I'm sellin' tickets for a first class trip to a hospital folder
So please keep talkin', so we can spread your feet
And have you on your boulevard C walkin'

The birds keep hawkin', why?
'Cuz I'm burnin' every CD and Walkman from D.C. to Boston
I laugh at a snotty chick, bitch I don't argue
I'll leave a print on your ass from a karate kick
Them niggas that I be wit, got guns on the big body tip
And if they pull out, you'd prolly shit
Jewelry got me in heavy gray pictures
Plus I light up trees like every day's Christmas

Shit! Pull that back

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Ready, Set, Go! - Lyrics - Scream - Tokio Hotel

Title: Ready, Set, Go!
Album: Scream
Artist: Tokio Hotel
Composer(s): Patrick Benzner, Peter Hoffman, David Jost, Tom Kaulitz, Dave Roth, Rebecca Roth

Lyric:
We were running through the town
Our senses have been drowned
No place we haven?t been before
We learn to live and then

Our freedom came to an end
We have to break down this wall
Too young to live a lie
Look into my eyes

Ready, set, go, it?s time to run
The sky is changing, we are one
Together we can make it while the world is crashing down
Don?t you turn around

We are looking back again
All loneliness and pain
Never been so wide awake
Breathe slowly in and out

Somewhere behind the clouds
I can see the morning break
Too young to live a lie
Look into my eyes

Ready, set, go, it?s time to run
The sky is changing, we are one
Together we can make it while the world is crashing down
Don?t you turn around

Leave it all behind you now
The final wall is breaking down
We are what it?s all about
Nothing can stop us now

I promise you right now
I?ll never let you down

Ready, set, go, it?s time to run
The sky is changing, we are one
Together we can make it while the world is crashing down
Don?t you turn around

Ready, set, go, it?s time to run
The sky is changing, we are one
Together we can make it while the world is crashing down
Don?t you turn around

Don?t you turn around
Don?t you turn around

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The Player Way - Lyrics - Mase

Title: The Player Way
Artist: Mase
Composer(s): T Jones, Premro Smith, Mason Betha, Marlin J Goodwin

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Lyric:
No one expected the unexpected, yanawumsaying?
Something real, something you could feel
Straight from the Suave House
Representing
Put a little soul in here
And we don't stop

No one has to ask who be actin' bad
Eightball and MJ pimpin' G be all up in that ass
From Memphis Tenn, around the world and than back again
Make non-rappin' weak MC's go home practicing

I flip a Benz, will Lorenzo play and plenty Benjamins
Low key, plenty ends makes plenty friends
Baby, I got all the herbs that I need to chief
Smoke up a pound and leave you bitch niggas in disbelief

Inhale the smoke and every word, I wrote came out dope
Not like that crack, I being lyrical dope above tracks
Not sayin' I won't pull the Rueger and put hollow to ya
Have yo' mama on her knees screamin' Hallelujeh

Lay it down playa, Suave House, Bad Boy, Fat Boy
And her friends the Rat-A-Tat boy
Matter of fact boy, this is not a act boy
The player way, keep the player makin' stacks boy

Everything that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love hoes

I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way

Now on, on, break o' dawn, can't stop, I'm too hot
Look shit, my niggas rock, hype man be in the drop
Me no care if the B's be tinted, you won't see me in it
'Less there's TV's in it

I can tell by the way you talk and the way you chit-chat
You foul and if you had styles, you wouldn't get back
You thinkin' you invincible, you ain't hard to get at
I know everywhere you go, everywhere you live at

I be wanna click-clack and you be ready to get back
I be ready to go to war, you ain't gon' be with that
You be the same cat that I run up on and spit at
Bleedin' all crazy and don't know where you hit at

I'm dead up, niggas doin' drama better shut up, I'm fed up
Know for my Roley, I was set up
I can't let up, you in some shit that don't concern you
Send a bullet through your thermal, you know crazy

Everything that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love hoes

I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way

I've been waiting 20 minutes baby, now drop yo' drawers
And do something outstandin' with yo jaws
After all this waitin', I can see clean through yo' forehead
You mo' said than done, give mo' head than some

Throw my jacket down in the puddle, hell no
If you don't know a pimp, somebody besta tell y'all
Yeah, the women say it's good to have a confidant
But yet and still they give it up to pimps, once a month

See a lot of these pimp lovers, they took they K-man
Front like they real and hold a fake in, you wastin' the time
Serious ballas and ready hoes, got da women walkin'
Dibs on da strip with steady toes

As I pull up, cranking is thinking the bigger fat, natural expertise
Plenty money workin' for G and whoever next to me
And I ain't gonna rest till we made a statement
I'm straight up you want it down? It's time for a replacement

Everything that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love hoes

I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way

Everything that I do be all about the loot
I been kickin' up dust in my Polo boots
Gettin' blowed on the droll, takin' smoke up my nose
I give the world to a woman, but I don't love hoes

I'm a player, baby, and don't you forget
You need to get with it, let me hit it and split it
In the bed, on the floor, hot tub, everyday
The player way, the player way

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Dress Code - Lyrics - W.C.

Title: Dress Code
Artist: W.C.
Composer(s): William Jr. Calhoun, A Wheaton, Wayne Lamar Jackson, Andrew Love

Lyric:
You know what's makin' me mad?
Day after day I'm catchin' all of this slack
Seems you gotta wear a suit, unless you wanna jacked
'Cause in the '90s, y'all, these fools got a set of them thangs

Where if you ain't wearin' a three-piece suit, you gotta gang bang
I walked in a rest', 'bout to order
And people starin' like I had manure on my pants
Grabbin' they purse, checkin' they wallets in the back

And thinkin' I'ma rob em, 'cause I'm in all black
Yo, my Corduroys are cuffed with a crease down the middle
Snake skin around my waist, so my pants hang a little
But I don't deal the package of crack

So what's the reason for the dirty looks?
Yo, check my name in your books
Seem like every time I slap on my Starter cap
And step for a breath of fresh air
I end up fillin' up a questionnaire

"What's your name?" "Where you're goin?"
"Yo, what gang are you from?"
They tell me "Don't get smart" and so I play dumb
'Cause when I tell em where I stay, it doesn't get better

Live in South Central, they assume you got a jail record
A stereotypical attitude
That if you look like me, you gotta run with a crew
'Cause when I step upon the scene everybody's gettin' petrol

No matter what the color
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress code
(Wear a shirt and tie and run with the creeps)

(That's why they dress just like suckers)
(Ha?)
(Suckers)
(What?)
(Suckers)

What is this, a prison? I'm buggin' off the way that I'm livin'
Seems everywhere I turn I'm assumin' the position
At school I'm gettin' tired of hearin' the same old thing
Here come the rickety security, sweatin me for my earring

I don't carry a gun, though they consider me a threat
I guess I got em scared by the way that I dress
Unlike you I couldn't afford to shop at Macy's or Penny's
So it's off to the swap meet for a fresh pair of Dickey's

So what you're tellin' me, is now I'm a crook
Who wrote the book on how a kid in my position's supposed to look?
Get me a fade and a pair of tight pants
I get a chance with the girls who wouldn't give me a glance

A big funny lookin' hat just to cover my naps
A pair of patten leather shoes might keep me out of scraps
If I made that turn, it might save me some trouble
But I gotta watch my back, on the alert for a squabble

Don't go here, don't go there, brothers comin' up missin'
Got a pocket full of money, and I'm still getttin' dissed
'Cause it's a scam or a phase of my life that I'm goin' through
If you dress like me, you gotta run with a crew

I'm tickin' like a time bomb, ready to explode
Even in my front yard
(What's up?)
I'm gettin' sweated for my dress code
(Alright, fellas, no tennis shoes, no hats, no khakis, alright?)

Let's take a trip to the club scene
(Somebody tell me what's goin' on)
You gotta wear a silk shirt just to dance to a funky song
Bouncers makin' enemies for minimum wage
But they're the first ones to run when the club gets sprayed

Don't wanna let me in, because I'm wearin' my beeper
And if you're sportin' gold, then you gotta be a dope dealer
(I paid 17.50 to hear a funky rhyme flow
And they're sweatin' at the do' like I just entered a fashion show)

Yo, they put a curfew on Westwood, to keep me in my neighborhood
My hat's to the back, so I must be up to no good
(I got a jacket on my back for the fact that I rap
And they heard I was from Compton, so they ran they pennies back)

Scared of me for what, no, I don't wear tux
And if I ever got a Grammy, man, I'd bail in some Chuck
Tailors to show the whole world it's alright to be yourself
Should I change the way I dress, so I can look like the rest?

Wearin' red, black and green, but they don't know what it means
Put on a African medallion, now they're down with the team
Penetratin' for a click, first they wouldn't, now they switched
But they ain't gettin' rich
(Ain't that a bitch?)

Go strike a GQ pose, I got soul in my stroll
So they ban my video
(For what?)
'Cause they didn't like my dress code

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