You'Re So Cold - Lyrics - Emotions - Mariah Carey

Title: You'Re So Cold
Album: Emotions
Artist: Mariah Carey
Composer(s): David Bryon Cole, Mariah Carey

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Lyric:
Lord only knows
Why I love, why I love you so
You're a heartless man, I don't understand
Why you gotta be? Why you need to be so cold? So cold?

So cold how can you be?
So cold, so cruel to me
Ice cold don't even feel
Your kiss is like fire but deep down inside
You're so cold

You play games with my mind
Cheat and lie time after time
And I know you'll never change
But I just can't break away no

I don't know why I let you
Treat me the way you do
You're just no good for me
I wish I never fell for you, you are

So cold how can you be?
So cold, so cruel to me
Ice cold don't even feel
Your kiss is like fire but deep down inside
You're so cold, so cold

So many times
You keep me waiting around endlessly
You just laugh as I drown in despair
Never a worry, never a care

I don't know why I let you hurt me
The way you do
You've got a spell on me
I'm hopelessly in love with you

So cold how can you be?
So cold, so cruel to me
Ice cold don't even feel
Your kiss is like fire but deep down inside
You're so cold

So cold how can you be?
So cold, so cruel to me
Ice cold don't even feel
Your kiss is like fire but deep down inside
You're so cold

Made of stone
Oh you're wicked to the bone
I give you my heart you tear me apart
You're like a devil in disguise

Oh so cold

So cold how can you be?
So cold, so cruel to me
Ice cold don't even feel
I can wait another day
I can wait to break away

So cold how can you be?
So cold, so cruel to me
Ice cold don't even feel
Your kiss is like fire but deep down inside
You're so cold

So cold
So cold
Ice cold
Your kiss is like fire but deep down inside
You're so cold

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40 Below - Lyrics - A Little Ain't Enough - David Lee Roth

Title: 40 Below
Album: A Little Ain't Enough
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): David Lee Roth

Lyric:
So the Lone Ranger rides again
I'm gonna blow by you
Like a frozen cold freight train
I'll freeze the smile on your face

Go back, hell no, I just pulled up
An' lil' Jack frost
Gonna bite your little butt
So honey, cut to the chase

Well, your famous last words
Are a hard act to follow
An' too much heat I too hard to swallow
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold

Call me 40 Below 'cos I'm cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Well, call me 40 Below
Well, I could take a little cold shot
And try an' ease your situation
I could sock it to ya non-stop, baby

So dig on my refrigeration
Shiverin' a-shakin'
Yeah, the whole routine
You get a fast crash course in air conditioning

Yeah, my freezer's just hummin'
Stick your face in the artic blast
An' tell everybody they can kiss my ass, oh yeah
'Cause the ice-man's comin'

I'll give you bright red cheeks an' a runny nose
Like when the car don't start an' yo' booty's froze
It's like you been here before
Well, honey, whattya know?

Well, call me 40 Below an' I'm cold, yeah
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Call me 40 Below
An' I'll be whippin' in your window
I'll be lickin' round your knees
I can drop below zero any moment, baby
I'm talkin' forty degrees, oh yeah

So if you seein' down my backstreets
I suggest you button up
I don't think ya wanna test me, mama
I'm a tough little fart

Famous last words are a hard act to follow
An' too much heat is too hard to swallow
Keep on wonderin' why it's gettin' so damn cold

Call me 40 Below and I'm cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Well, call me 40 Below an' I'm cold
One kiss of my lips and a storm begins
Give it up, honey, can't race the wind
Good lookin' here I go

Well, call me 40 Below, feelin' so cold
Button up, mama
Yeah, you'd better zip it back up
Stamp my feet, clap your hands together

Yeah and pray for sunny weather
Don't light that match no
I'm melting, you're a horrible, horrible girl

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A Cold Kiss - Lyrics - Darkest Hour

Title: A Cold Kiss
Artist: Darkest Hour
Composer(s): Billups Allen, John Henry, Ryan Parrish, Mike Scheibaum, Fred Ziomek

Lyric:
Of a dying breed and a decaying seed
We've been watching for years waiting for it to bleed
Handshakes and contracts
Just before, they turn their backs

We've played along for far too long
We've played along far too long

We'll lay this town to waste
We'll leave you with a bitter taste
A long road, no closer to home
Long road and we know, we're still alone

We'll lay this town to waste
We'll leave you with a bitter taste
A long road, no closer to home
Long road and we know, we're still alone

We've played along for far too long
We hope you listen to at least this song

We'll lay this town to waste
We'll leave you with a bitter taste
A long road, no closer to home
Long road and we know, we're still alone

We'll lay this town to waste
We'll leave you with a bitter taste
A long road, no closer to home
Long road and we know, we're still alone, alone

Nothing but traces
Countless empty faces
With black lips
The cold kiss of rejection

We'll lay this town to waste
We'll leave you with a bitter taste
A long road no closer to home
Long road and we know, we're still alone

We'll lay this town to waste
We'll leave you with a bitter taste
A long road no closer to home
Long road and we know, we're still alone, alone
Long road and we know, we're still alone

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Bring You Down - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: Bring You Down
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Jason T Phillips, Qaadir Atkinson

Lyric:
Top of the food chain, its just the way that I do things
The dungaree seats in the blue range, I'm workin' with new change
A Gemini nigga with mood swings had the fiends lookin' for new things
I stop playin' with birds and started playin' with words
The money wasn't right so I had to stay on the curb
And I'll be a playa later but for now call me Puve Kiss

If not that, mon' take it Jada, I kick hard balls and blow hard weed
And be everywhere 'cuz I move at God's speed
And my aim is make y'all bleed, y'all got embarrassed in da class
When the teacher used to make y'all read, uh huh, mind of matter
And that's all good but fuck that my new shit is spine over bladder
And everybody try to get to the top and that's all good too
But right now I'm on da ladder

Look at you then and look at you now
Don't let this cold cold world bring you down
Look at you then and look at you now
Don't let this cold cold world bring you down

I know your queen got her eyes on me, I got my eyes on your queen
The S M G is Heinekin green bad thing is you know before long
That we gon' get it on my kit cost thirty and ten to put it on
No tints windows clean heavy windex gears on the steerin' wheel
I shift her with my index real life is just in another form
Kiss of death its about to be another storm I'm a goddamn ragin' bull

Stay outta jail by just tellin' myself the cage is full
Got niggaz on the payroll just to squeeze you're in no position
To challenge my expertise they get a bonus if they leave you old school
From the era of the 45 with a penny on the needle
Ball to the bosses so please don't violate or cross him
Or you'll be the corpse of the corpses

Look at you then and look at you now
Don't let this cold cold world bring you down
Look at you then and look at you now
Don't let this cold cold world bring you down

You know the word anger is just one letter short of the word danger
And I ain't no stranger never use a ghat hold it twice if you don't clean it
And never say fuck somethin' if you don't mean it
And when it comes to life the root you been usin' thus far
Ain't workin' right take the scenic

Whatever faith you got put it in a crook
Wanna hide somethin' from a nigga put it in a book
Trust me this album the vapors gonna go around if you ain't hot
You need paper to throw around yeah its gettin' clearer everyday
When you wake up in the morning, look in the mirror and say

Look at you then and look at you now
Don't let this cold cold world bring you down
Look at you then and look at you now
Don't let this cold cold world bring you down

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S On My Chest - Lyrics - Lil' Wayne

Title: S On My Chest
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): D. Carter, Khaled Khaled, Daniel Johnson, B. Williams

Lyric:
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Reporting from kims kinda star
Holly, CO sem team kinda far
Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red thick women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys
Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy
When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy
I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
Cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's
Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9
Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines
Big purses, million dollar headlines
5 drops, OG the last big time
Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time

Like father, like son, nigga this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
Be that cash money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, that's how we play it
A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in yah head
If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him
Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss
And bury me like my father on a cross
And carry 19, I shall over a cross
Shawty got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault
I don't jump on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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S On My Chest - Lyrics - We the Best - Dj Khaled

Title: S On My Chest
Album: We the Best
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): D. Carter, Khaled Khaled, Daniel Johnson, B. Williams

Lyric:
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Reporting from kims kinda star
Holly, CO sem team kinda far
Ridin' through the city in a tonka toy
I got old money, coulda bought a dinosaur

Only ride Chevy, never drive a Ford
And my Coupe doors open like plaza doors
Yep, red thick women, eyes adore
I'm a hoe, you know that I'm a whore

Yep, cash money, cash money, monsta boys
Mafia bitch, even a cop's a boy
When you say you want beef then I got ya, boy
I'll just let the Big Mac whop ya, boy

See my dreads hanging like a, like a rasta boy
But with my rasta in I'll turn into mufasa boy
We run up in ya casa, boy and blast off like NASA boy

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
Cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

Cash money is army, nigga, better know its gravy
If you ever fuck with youngin', if you ever fuck with baby
Shit gon' be crazy, nigga doin' it like the 80's
Buncha young niggas poppin' off and they sprayin'

Up in the early we thankin' for the sunshine
Got to get my bling goin', reach for my chrome 9
Kiss momma 'cuz we goin' out and gettin' mines
Next nigga in line 17 on the grind

Shoe first, nigga not seein' mines
Big purses, million dollar headlines
5 drops, OG the last big time
Lord to the game, nigga till it's my time

Like father, like son, nigga this time
Junior got the fame and the game mastermind
200 on the dash, nigga, watch me mash
Doin' doughnuts in my hood, gettin' paper bags

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
Be that cash money, c-c-cash money
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead
It's stunna shadin', nigga dead then a nigga dead

Livin' is red, that's how we play it
A uptown senior be blood till I'm dead
That's what I said, I put some change in yah head
If you ever crossin' line, nigga nuttin', but bread

50 shots from high, nigga, we won't stop
From puttin' candy on the slabs, nigga stirrin' the pots
Put the hammer on the jam, nigga, pull it and pops him
Put the rubber on the bands, nigga stackin' his knots

Bitch, I'ma boss, bitch, I'ma boss
And bury me like my father on a cross
And carry 19, I shall over a cross
Shawty got that game on lock like a vault

Weezy baby, kyan pepper, no salt
Windows down on the hulk in the winter, it's your fault
I don't jump on the track, I pull forward
I got that S on my chest that I'm supposed to follow

I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
I walk, I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
That be that cash money, c-c-cash money
I walk around like I got a S on my chest
That be that cash money piece cold restin' the dead

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Goodbye - Lyrics - Caliban

Title: Goodbye
Artist: Caliban
Composer(s): Andreas Doerner, Denis Schmidt, Marc Goertz

Lyric:
Goodbye, a word that makes me cry
All the joy and all the fun
Are suddenly gone, goodbye
I can feel the cold steel on my shaking skin

I stand alone with my thoughts
On a crossway to neverwhere
Every end shows your tender face

I stand alone with my thoughts
On a crossway to neverwhere
Every end shows your tender face

A long kiss goodbye
In my head the distance rise
This sheer endless time of despair
Goodbye

I can feel the cold steel on my shaking skin
A long kiss goodbye
I can feel the cold steel on my shaking skin
A long kiss goodbye

I stand alone with my thoughts
On a crossway to neverwhere
Every end shows your tender face
A long kiss goodbye

My tears flow over
The time just fans the fire
The time just fans the fire
Why can't you stay forever?

Why can't you just pull the trigger?
I wish, I wish this nightmare would end
Goodbye

I can feel the cold steel on my shaking skin
A long kiss goodbye
I can feel the cold steel on my shaking skin
A long kiss goodbye, goodbye

I stand alone with my thoughts
On a crossway to neverwhere
Every end shows your tender face

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Tokyo Storm Warning - Lyrics - Rock & Roll Music - Elvis Costello

Title: Tokyo Storm Warning
Album: Rock & Roll Music
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Cait O'Riordan, Declan Mcmanus

Lyric:
The sky fell over cheap Korean monster-movie scenery
And spilled into the mezzanine of the crushed capsule hotel
Between the Disney abattoir and the chemical refinery
And I knew I was in trouble but I thought I was in hell

So you look around the tiny room
And you wonder where the hell you are
While the K.K.K. convention
Are all stranded in the bar

They wear hoods and carry shotguns
In the main streets of Montgomery
But they're helpless here as babies
'Cause they're only here on holiday

What do we care if the world is a joke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke
(Tokyo storm warning)
Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We're only living this instant

The black sand stuck beneath her feet
In a warm Sorrento sunrise
A barefoot girl from Naples
Or was it a Barcelona hi-rise

Whistles out the tuneless theme song
On a hundred cheap suggestions
And a million false seductions
And all those eternal questions

What do we care if the world is a joke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke
(Tokyo storm warning)
Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We're only living this instant

So they flew the Super-Constellation
All the way from Rimini
And feasted them on fish and chips
From a newspaper facsimile

Now dead Italian tourists bodies
Litter up the Broadway
Some people can't be told
You know they have to learn the hard way

Holidays are dirt-cheap in the Costa del Malvinas
In the Hotel Argentina they can hardly tell between us
For Teresa is a waitress
Though she's now known as Juanita

In a tango bar in Stanley or in Puerto Margarita
She's the sweetest and the sauciest
The loveliest and the naughtiest
She's Miss Buenos Aires in a world of lacy lingerie

What do we care if the world is a joke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke
(Tokyo storm warning)
Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We're only living this instant

Japanese God, Jesus robots telling teenage fortunes
For all we know and all we care they might as well be Martians
They say gold paint on the palace gates
Comes from the teeth of pensioners

They're so tired of shooting protest singers
That they hardly mention us
While fountains fill with second-hand perfume
And sodden trading stamps
They'll hang the bullies and the louts that dampen down the day

What do we care if the world is a joke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke
(Tokyo storm warning)
Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We're only living this instant

We braved the cold November air and the undertaker's curses
Saying, "Take me to the Folies Bergere
And please don't spare the hearses"
For he always had a dream of that revolver in your purse

How you loved him 'til you hated him
And made him cry for mercy
He said, "Don't ever mention my name there
Or talk of all the nights you cried
We've always been like worlds apart
Now you're seeing two nightmares collide"

What do we care if the world is a joke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We'll give it a big kiss, we'll give it a poke
(Tokyo storm warning)
Death wears a big hat 'cause he's a big bloke
(Tokyo storm warning)
We're only living this instant

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Poet And The Pendulum - Lyrics - Dark Passion Play - Nightwish

Title: Poet And The Pendulum
Album: Dark Passion Play
Artist: Nightwish
Composer(s): Tuomas Lauri Holopainen

Lyric:
The end
The songwriter's dead, the blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white land of Empathica
Of innocence, Empathica, innocence

The dreamer and the wine, poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse is still the same old song
Oh Christ, how I hate what I have become

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world, one for God, save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

My home was there and then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure filled days
One with every smiling face

Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right

Take me home

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world, one for God, save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world, whore for the cold world

Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The ever free

Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby

On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all

I'm afraid, I'm so afraid
Being raped again and again and again
I know I will die alone
But loved

You live long enough to hear the sound of guns
Long enough to find yourself screaming every night
Long enough to see your friends betray you

For years I've been strapped unto this altar
Now, I only have three minutes and counting
I just wish the tide would catch me first
And give me a death I always longed for

Second robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half, infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet

Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell

The morning dawned, upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came

Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world

Forgive me, I have but two faces
One for the world, one for God, save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Whore for the cold world, whore for the cold world

Today, in the year of our Lord, 2005
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day
The music he wrote had too long been without silence

He was found naked and dead with a smile in his face
A pen and one thousand pages of erased text
Save me

Be still, my son, you're home
Oh, when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love

Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end I will always love you

The beginning

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Killer - Lyrics - Creatures Of The Night - Kiss

Title: Killer
Album: Creatures Of The Night
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): V Cusano, G Simmons

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Lyric:
Her love is a gun, her love is a blade, she's a killer
Bitch is insane, she deals in pain, she's a killer
Ooh, she'll cut you clean
Then she'll watch you bleed
So obscene, she's what I need
She loves to hear me scream, yeah

Black lace, stiletto heels, she's a killer
Crack the whip, submission trip, she's a killer

Ooh, cat in heat, mistress of deceit
Nerves of steel, her next meal
She's searching for the meat

She's a killer, stone cold killer
Killer, stone cold killer

Watch out for your jugular vein, she's a killer
Animal with a twisted brain, she's a killer

Ooh, she guarantees, you'll suffer with desire
Wicked queen, night machine
She'll make you walk through fire

Killer, run for your life, killer, will she bite
Killer, run for your life, killer, will she bite
Suck your blood tonight

Killer, stone cold killer
She's a killer, stone cold killer
Killer, stone cold killer
She's a killer, stone cold killer

She's a killer, she's a killer, stone cold killer
She's a killer, stone cold killer, she's a killer

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Kiss My Country Ass - Lyrics - Rhett Akins

Title: Kiss My Country Ass
Artist: Rhett Akins
Composer(s): Rhett Akins, Jonathan Stone, Dall Davidson

Lyric:
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin'
'Coon dog in the back
Truck bed loaded down with beer
An' a cold one in my lap

Earnhart sticker behind my head
An' my woman by my side
Tail pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin'
"Country boy can survive"
Well, if you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass

Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls
Wrangler jeans, smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds
Tattoos up an' down my arms
An' deer heads over my bed

My grand daddy fought in World War Two
An' my daddy went to Vietnam
An' I ain't scared to grab my gun
An' fight for my homeland
If you don't love the American flag
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
C'mon, stand up an' raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass

Well, there's a whole lotta high class people out there
That's lookin' down on me
'Cause the country club where I belong
Is the Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'
Don't wear no fancy clothes
No ties or three piece suits

You can find me in my camouflage hat
My tee-shirt an' cowboy boots
If that don't fit your social class
You can kiss my country ass

If you're a down home, backwoods redneck
Hey, c'mon, stand up an' raise your glass
But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd
You can kiss my country ass

'Cause I'm a front porch sittin'
Guitar pickin', moonshine sippin'
Bacca juice spittin' country boy from the woods
An' I love fried chicken an' blue gill fishin'
An' outlaw women, an' I wouldn't change if I could

I ain't tryin' to start no fight but I'll finish one every time
So you just mind your own damn business
And stay the hell outta mine
If you got a problem with that
You can kiss my country ass

I said, if you got a problem with any of that
You can kiss my natural born
Redneck to the bone
Ever lovin' country ass

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Sealed With A Kiss - Lyrics - Agnetha Faltskog

Title: Sealed With A Kiss
Artist: Agnetha Faltskog
Composer(s): Peter Udell, Gary Geld

Lyric:
Though we gotta say goodbye for the summer
Darling, I promise you this
I'll send you all my love everyday in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

Guess, it's gonna be a cold lonely summer
But I'll fill the emptiness
I'll send you all my love everyday in a letter
Sealed with a kiss

I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But darling, you won't be there

I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Oh, let us make a pledge to meet in September
And seal it with a kiss

I'll see you in the sunlight
I'll hear your voice everywhere
I'll run to tenderly hold you
But darling, you won't be there

I don't wanna say goodbye for the summer
Knowing the love we'll miss
Oh, let us make a pledge to meet in September
And seal it with a kiss, seal it with a kiss

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Gushy Wushy - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Gushy Wushy
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Lenton Tereill Hutton, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
You can find me in a cloud of smoke
Usually I'm posted up in the corner with my folks
Surrounded by thugs and models
Everybody getting fucked up and we all gotta bottle

Ain't nobody stuck up 'cuz we all wanna holla
We all wanna party till tomorrow
Let's follow the yellow red road to my humble of bowl
Trip over the ninety way, take off all of our clothes

Kiss most of me right away because I'm about to explode
And if you don't know, know you know
Nigga I'm sickening and I never get with
When I retire I'll be crushed up like a old battle ship

I'ma put the dip in your hip from right to left
It's that ghetto ass bitch and I'm so so def
It could get drastic, don't fuck around and get your ass kicked
'Cuz I have never been faithfully up lasted

I'ma 'bout to bust all you motherfuckaz, just a little
Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up, just a little
Where the party at, I'm tipsy nigga, just a little
When it comes to the doe I'm filthy, nigga, just a little

Can I get in and rock it? Just a little
Can I get this dirty money legit? Just a little
Can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty?Just a little
Just get down to the nitty, griddy, gushy, wushy, sticky, icky

Yo, in the club, in the heat in the V.I.P.
Sippin' on bub, lighten up a tree
It's tight enough the place for me, so I tight on doves?
Security, you still had to squeeze

Niggaz love chokin' on doves [Incomprehensible] wit me
Smokin' on my chronic 'cuz it's straight from Cali
If I'm provoking you, do do 'cuz I gotta do weed
Stay focused on the doe wit my family

I need to live all good, I need to sleep all good
I need to know who the niggaz in my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
So shit if anything happens, if somethin' go down
I'm gettin' ready for the motherfuckin' show down

And ain't no tellin' what I do 'cuz I know more now
I just might turn it ovea to my crew and roll out
'Cuz I'ma kool bitch breeze through the bullshit
Be eazy 'cuz I keep me focused

I'ma 'bout to bust all you motherfuckaz, just a little
Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up, just a little
Where the party at, I'm tipsy nigga, just a little
When it comes to the doe I'm filthy, nigga, just a little

Can I get in and rock it? Just a little
Can I get this dirty money legit? Just a little
Can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty? Just a little
Just get down to the nitty, griddy, gushy, wushy, sticky, icky

If you want drama, I'm from the shock coma Illinoi
Going wit the documentary on my boys
Some of them cold killaz
Doe killaz murda their babysitter

Gold realistic do whatevea for their li'l sista
Four G's, folks low [Incomprehensible] oh, please
No matter what city I'm in, I get what I need
Niggaz think that they love me 'cuz I'm the B to the R A T

Every second is appropriate for me to bust and discuss
Whatever the fuck, I wanna bring up and string up
My A F one laces would you niggeaz stay out of our faces
My team winning like the L.A. Lakers, my cron peepz
Spinning on a navigator when I stop niggaz there, they can't take it
It took my moma nine months to make, it ain't no mistaken

I'ma 'bout to bust all you motherfuckaz, just a little
Don't touch me cuz you get fucked up, just a little
Where the party at, I'm tipsy nigga, just a little
When it comes to the doe I'm filthy, nigga, just a little

Can I get in and rock it? Just a little
Can I get this dirty money legit? Just a little
Can I make you wanna kiss on my kitty? Just a little
Just get down to the nitty, griddy, gushy, wushy, sticky, icky

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Ryde Or Die - Lyrics - The Lox

Title: Ryde Or Die
Artist: The Lox
Composer(s): David Styles, Tim Mosley, Mel Smalls, Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Feeling this hook right here
Good looking out, Timbaland, you know
Uh huh, what? Uh huh, what?

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, what's up Ma? What's going on? I know you know 'Kiss
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist can flow always
Sit on 4 K's, then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres

Ryde or die chick, hand do a B I
Give a nigga up North some ass on a V I
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall

Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small
And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
And she said, she got a man but he in the fed
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed

So, you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
Pushing the seat back, gettin' right in the fall
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
Might make you do it tomorrow, you triflin' whore

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
Gettin' high with the Coogi frames over her eyes
Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in a Benz
'Cuz she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs

Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
Gave me head 'cuz the movie was wack, word
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse

Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
You could catch Holiday Inn to Holiday Inn

With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in
With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

Uh, uh, yo, yo, when you see Sheek
Don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.
Look at me as that cat that know how to box
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots

How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch
Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz
They like that shit and I ain't gotta spend no checks
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex

And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex
I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
Shit, they never did, forgetting about they kids

Mom's babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke
Out of town and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what?

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

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Ryde Or Die, Bitch - Lyrics - The Lox

Title: Ryde Or Die, Bitch
Artist: The Lox
Composer(s): David Styles, Tim Mosley, Mel Smalls, Eve Jeffers, Darrin Dean, Jason Phillips, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
Feeling this hook right here
Good looking out, Timbaland, you know
Uh huh, what? Uh huh, what?

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

Yo, yo, yo
Yeah, what's up Ma? What's going on? I know you know 'Kiss
The nigga with the hot flow and a cold wrist can flow always
Sit on 4 K's, then wait for a drought and flood 'em with all 'dres

Ryde or die chick, hand do a B I
Give a nigga up North some ass on a V I
And she blackout when she in the mall
Got the brand new spring Prada shit in the fall

Don't matter what size panties, fitting her small
And she don't got no problem hittin' us all
And she said, she got a man but he in the fed
And she miss him so much that she pee in the bed

So, you know I had to lighten her raw, fighting the dog
Pushing the seat back, gettin' right in the fall
Make her use a fake credit card twice in a store
Might make you do it tomorrow, you triflin' whore

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a chick that ryde or die, pullin' the 5
Gettin' high with the Coogi frames over her eyes
Sweet to the tail, still won't fuck in a Benz
'Cuz she bought me a Polo coat and a couple of Timbs

Doobie was rap, both in the movie with gats
Gave me head 'cuz the movie was wack, word
Toasted her crib, blow in the fridge, she needed to work
I died and that bitch gon' put weed in my hearse

Gamed her to death, tattooed my name on her neck
You don't wanna see me bangin' the left, hittin' the gas
That bitch out the window poppin' heat in yo' ass
You could catch Holiday Inn to Holiday Inn

With a bad bitch swallowin' gin, word
And if it got to do with money count Holiday in
With my ryde or die bitch that'll body your man
You don't like me as a artist, she gon' body your fam'

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

Uh, uh, yo, yo, when you see Sheek
Don't look at me as Sheek from The L.O.X.
Look at me as that cat that know how to box
Know about glocks, know about slingin' them rocks
Know about runnin' from cops and switchin' up spots

How to get rich, know about thuggin' a bitch
Fuck 'em in the park, fuck a sweet as the Ritz
They like that shit and I ain't gotta spend no checks
Fuck diamonds, all they really want is rough ass sex

And they name, shout it out when I'm up at Flex
I get drunk with bitches that don't get drunk
Don't get high, have 'em doing drive-by's
Shit, they never did, forgetting about they kids

Mom's babysitting, ain't seen her in a week
I'm a bad influence to parents that hate Sheek
I need a ryde or die bitch that'll take this coke
Out of town and come back and breakdown when I'm broke, what?

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

I need a ryde or die bitch
I like to rock Prada suits and my ass is fat
I need a ryde or die bitch
I push the Cadillac truck with my friends in the back

I need a ryde or die bitch
Smoke dro, drink liquor, like to fuck 'til I cum
I need a ryde or die bitch
I rock a icy ass chain with a earring in my tongue

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

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Thug In Me, Thug In You - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Thug In Me, Thug In You
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Richard Cedric Hailey, Johnny Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Joel Lamont Hailey, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
'Pac
Maybe, it's the thug n me
You know, what time it is?

By age thirteen I was buck wild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes, no time to be a peaceful man
Had to shatter fools that's 'til I put my eyes on you

Goddamn, sweetheart, you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone in my bedroom
Baby, can we bone and get it on?

Tell me, lady, how you like me?
And if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
But do it lightly 'cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night

Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug n me, so whatchu sayin' girl?

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

Woke up this mornin', feelin' kinda horny
I want you to come over to get some of this thug love
Tell me how you want it, girl, tell me how you like it, girl
Tell me do you need it, girl, don't try to fight it, come on

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

How do you want it? I said toss it up
Let me be your dentist, let me floss it up
Tell me how you want it, tell me how you need it
Tell me how you like it, don't try to fight it

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

Moan, baby, when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin', tongue kissin'
As I hit it from the back with the bed ringin'

Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin' in tha mornin', I get ya wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone, left you on yo' own, girl

Tell me what you feel like blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice, that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug n me, I pull ya hair while we fuckin' in the chair
When ya lovin' me up against the wall

You can have it all, just try, bet my kiss
Can get you high, don't pass by, grab me by my nuts
When I'm lovin' you, now open up
And let me put the thug n you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

Maybe some thug n me, it gotta be a thug n you
Thug n me, a little bit of thug n me
A little bit of thug n you, a little bit of thug n you
Thug n me

A whole lotta thug n you, a whole lotta thug n me
A whole lotta thug n me, come on

A whole lotta thug n me, a whole lotta thug n you
A whole lotta thug n me, you need some thug n you
A whole lotta thug n me, you need some thug n you

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Cruel Mistress - Lyrics - Drunken Lullabies - Flogging Molly

Title: Cruel Mistress
Album: Drunken Lullabies
Artist: Flogging Molly
Composer(s): Dennis Casey, Matthew Hensley, Nathen A Jeglinski, David King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt

Lyric:
Next time out to sea
Bring enough soul to bury me
For I don't want my final jig
In a belly of a squid

Next time out to sea
Bring enough soul to bury me
For I don't want my final jig
In a belly of a squid

Take my trousers take my shirt
Just give me that sweet dirt
For the water's cold and grim
And I never did learn to swim

No her love never set me free
So I set off for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me
Whispering of peace

But I've known since the day
That we sailed for Santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face
No never, no more

The sea is a cruel mistress
The sea is a cruel mistress

Many moons to the day
That I threw her love away
Now every whale spouts, "Go to hell"
As the wind laughs in my face

I've grown harder on the eyes
And salty to the taste
My pride has gone with the wake
As I wait a cold wet grave

I rose to the smell
Of a wet desert hell
And I thought to myself
How'd I wind up in this jail

Till a voice called to me
From deep within the sea
Dry your eyes my dear fisherman
Your ass belongs to me

The sea is a cruel mistress
The sea is a cruel mistress

The earth will rest my bones
Lord I know, Lord I know
But I'll see you when I get home
From the cold, yeah from the cold

No her love never set me free
So I set out for the ocean
Now in my dreams she comes to me
Whispering of peace

But I've known since the day
That we sailed for Santiago
Her dry embrace would kiss my face
No never, no more

The sea is a cruel mistress
The sea is a cruel mistress

Next time out to sea
Bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig
In the belly of a squid

Next time out to sea
Bring enough soil to bury me
For in my dreams she comes to me
Whispering of peace

Next time out to sea
Bring enough soil to bury me
For I don't want my final jig
In the belly of a squid

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I Am Somebody - Lyrics - Grandmaster Flash

Title: I Am Somebody
Artist: Grandmaster Flash
Composer(s): Larry Dukes, Nathaniel Glover, Joseph Saddler

Lyric:
Hey people, we got a little something
That we wanna tell you all, so listen
Understand, "Yo God made one no better than the other
Every girl becomes a woman, every boy a man"

While you're livin' in your mansion driving big cars
There's another on the street cold sleepin' on the ground
So when you walk by, "Yo, don't act cold-blooded
'Cause it just ain't fair to kick a man when he's down"

'Cause, he is somebody
Like I am somebody
You are somebody
Like I am someone

Whether you're here or you're gone
Right or you're wrong, you were meant
To be somebody from the second you're born
Don't criticize and knock one another

It ain't really that hard to just be a brother
So be good speak up don't wait for it to happen
Life is passing you by and homeboy
You're cold knappin'

Don't get hung up on what you're not
Be proud of what you are and whatever you got
'Cause it's a cold cruel world causing
Kids to cry, if you're hangin'

Your head,cold kiss it goodbye
Stand up for your heritage, rejoice
In the fact whether you're red, white, tan
Yellow, brown or black

'Cause he is somebody
Like I am somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone

There are fireman, bankers, messengers, preachers
Brokers, policeman, executives, teachers, journalists
Janitors, architects, doctors, restaurant workers
Nurses, chief rockers

If you feel you're somebody
Be proud and show it
'Cause everybody's somebody
(Uh)
And ya know it

It doesn't matter if you're black, white or Chinese
Livin' in the States or reside overseas
'Cause you and I are special, same as everyone else
And if you don't believe me you're only cheating yourself

'Cause we all got a purpose in life to achieve
(That's a fact)
And here's another
That you better believe

That I am somebody
Like you are somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone

You got wealth, good health and you're stuck on yourself
Let me tell you that you're better than no body else
'Cause you got no self-esteem, so I'm richer
And when you leave this earth you can't take money wit' cha

So play your dumb game, call me out
My name but there's nothing
You can do that could make me feel shame
We're all created equal we live and we die

So when you try to bring me down I keep my head up high
Don't judge a book by its cover 'cause it's never what it seems
Now I know what I'm sayin' and I feel
I gotta scream

That I am somebody
Like you are somebody
He is somebody
Like I am someone

So be yourself, uh

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