A Little Bit Of Abuse - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: A Little Bit Of Abuse
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
One on the nose, one on the chin
You bruise so easy, so why stay with him?
He uses you just like a human punching bag

But you don't complain, you're too scared to speak
Anyway, it only really hurts you when you laugh and when you eat
But you can't break the pattern, week after week

The bruises show
But he must be special otherwise you'd just get up and go

You'll never let us know, exactly how you feel
What's the use, the cynics say it's no excuse
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse
You say, "It's okay", but I say that, "It's not right"
You wind him up, now you're living in fear
You keep going back but it ends in tears, oh

That's quite a cut on the side of your head
Is it from his fist, or did you really fall out of bed?
Oh, so uncouth excuse me, is this your tooth?

Why do you stay, no one knows?
Do you really love him or are you too scared to go?
You're always nervous and on the edge of tears

You cry alone but you never tell us
What it's like when you get back home

No one will ever know because you never show
What's the use, everyone says you've got no excuse
You keep running back just to get a little bit of abuse
You say, "It's okay", but I say that, "It's not right"
Oh, it's your secret, it's your life, who am I to criticize?
It takes two sides to know it's true
And maybe he'll stay in love with you
No one will ever know because you never show

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To Da Break Of Dawn - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: To Da Break Of Dawn
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)

All my sex involved as we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects and I can't resist

So we get funky in the house, youknowmsayin?
L.L. Cool J style, what?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out

What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens

Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competitors bow

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on

Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up, you little burnt up French fry
I'm that type of guy and I slammed you know just like a sumo

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme

Gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap

And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the Yukmouth smile
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah, keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah

Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you lose to the damager
Microphone manager, cold crush and bruise
And bandage a amateur, that amateur swingin' a hammer

From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I don't need a partner to swing

Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town

So don't try to play post, clown, you know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone

Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass

Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose
From that Jherri curl juice, Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up, I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)

(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah

How dare you stand beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the rocks

While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., 'Hard as hell'

Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped

And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes

You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin' in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned

So tell me, how you like your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
With your TV on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man Clash in the house

Sippin' on this Bartles & Jaymes
Premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin' back

Keep on
Peace

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Gutta Butta - Lyrics - Still Standing - Goodie Mob

Title: Gutta Butta
Album: Still Standing
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, Raymon Murray, Patrick Brown, Organized Noize T Burton, W Knighton, Rico Wade, R Barnett

Lyric:
Yo, we gon' do it like this
Straight out the parts that they disregard
Never considered okay

Now don't get mad, nigga get glad
Goodie got them brand new trash bags, dag
And they know where to dump that ass
In the chair

The hoochie river with the rest of the kids
That did business outside la familians
Gettin' ya touched, down the cut
Blunts roastin' whole through tea bags

Blowin' bubbles out the wrong end
Mud in your stool piles, flamin' hotter than Dust Valley
The gateway to where ever your sick tickle desire
The gangsters of this other century
Transforming hustlers and players into sissies

So slim goodie, you don't want no drug boy
He'll leave you barefooted and pregnant
Don't get too comfortable you ain't gon be here too long
G's get locked up and die

Most lie in they own surreal home
Trust the tree on the map
This one individual thought he was the Grim Reaper
Swole, couldn't nobody put a finger on his naps

Now he up under the bridge stankin' in his birthday suit
Used to always holler about how he was gon' do a brother
Beat him to the punch-line, [Incomprehensible]
Being forced into early retirement at the age of twenty-six

Palms feel like bricks, peeling from distributing crack
Crumb snatchers and goo-gobblers struggle
To stay on top of sand dunes
'Cause mouths born with silver spoons

Make your bed you gotta sleep in it
But stakes made
Baking soda kept the knees clean
Narrow like a ravine

[Incomprehensible] fell good news
Last hole, green jacket worn, body in two
Left by oh-no, soul been gone
Disappeared like the dune

Once the temperature rise
But I'm with my Lawd, please grits, still ship
Half the pipes are gettin' sold out convenience stores
Where ya at now? Coming around trying to sniff out sounds

Well, rounded kept you strictly grounded for your ear
The dogs are gettin' closer to the [Incomprehensible] now can you hear?
I smell fear and even if your eyes was closed
Your ass couldn't catch your tear

Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straws, mirrors and plates?

In the land of jacks I got my acts over the tracks with stacks
Upon the map in the vault
Where this cat's trying to sniff me out
I'm in the southwest woods working all about

Paper capers, never hurt them brothers to obtain
If I can't refrain 'cause some of these niggaz snortin' cain
And really don't know which way to go
Confused, you'll abuse anybody for a fix

Hits go for ten bucks, go for twenty and they good and plenty
Fat baggies like Maggies muffin'
Where the kid do the stuffin'
Silly of these young niggaz watching me

As I turn figures into solitaire
Twirl up my hair, pray to God I don't have to do him
Like I never knew or had no clue to who you was
'Cuz, face to face with a scar engraved upon his left cheek

So to speak, I'm more like a icon when it was done
To approach my mosse
Be on that Rossie like The Click
So I stay ready for combat and watch the rich get rich off it

Lies, straws, mirrors and plates
Nicks, dimes, fifties, and cakes
Why can't I escape
These lies, straws, mirrors and plates?

Nigga I ain't shit, I just know how to rhyme a little bit
Nigga please, I'm still trying to squeeze my fat ass in where I fit
Now I got a little dough but it ain't that much more
Than every other nigga I know

We all still po, I don't sell dope, I sell hope
You wanna size me up my nigga then wear a scope
'Cause you gon see me on MLK and on T.V.
I ain't got no fear, my nigga I was born to wait right here

Late one night I was in a pearl white Acura Legendary
I got that thang with me, 'cause it's necessary
Shit, I was just ridin', wasn't even thinking out collidin'
But I kept seeing the same headlights running stop signs and red lights

I don't prepared myself to die if it's my time to go
He said, "You know what it is, you done seen it before"
This sad, of course I'ma be mad
Well, here you can have it god dammit if you want it that bad

You would try to take from me, my nigga I ain't no star
I value both of our lives more than this car
You lucky nigga, I used to be you
Shit and I'd bust a hole in your chest, somebody could see through

Now remember, shit, you could've died tonight
And I would've been in the right
I ain't even pissed you could just drop me off at the house
'Cause I ain't really dying by nothin' like this

Everythang cool my nigga
You could just drop me off at the house
Knahmsayin'?

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Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Ready To Rock Rough Rhymes
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Scheme Chris Charity, Sol

Lyric:
Aight, 1-2 yeah yeah yeah (yeah son)
On the mic one time (no diggedy)
For your motherfuckin mind
Ready to rock rough rhymes yeah
We're gonna set it off one time
Ready to rock rough rhymes
Here we go, yeah yeah
(Yo p, yo d why them bitches be on your dick, let em know son)

Cos I does a little dance, make a little love
I get the fuck down tonight
Yo I'm lethal like injections, teachin niggas lessons
I fry that ass up like I'm wessun
So come equipped and I don't slip (why? )
Cos if you slip I sink that ass just like a ship
I got the mic in my grip, the heat is on my hip
Just in case niggas wanna flip
I see my niggas in sight, everything all right
Comin out of fuckin crown heights
Ain't no chips on my shoulder, strictly boulders
My shit be on point like a soldier
It's the evil that men do, who we do?
I do you and your whole fuckin clique
Click, the gun is on cock, niggas need to stop
I wet that ass up like a mop

Well lord, yeah just to follow my man on the verse
It's the c-dogg yeah time to call a hearse
So back up off the mic and let me rumble thru your woofer
I got rough but know I'm a get rougher
It's the quart drinker so turn up the level
I came to get raw plus wicked like the devil
It's the no-hold-barred, shit is wild
I got the eye to the double l
And I don't be no rookie or no beginner
I gets badder than a motherfuckin sinner

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Ready to rock rough rhymes
It's the c-dogg back with 12 new rides
Wit the ill all-out tight shit for your head
It's the man that'll make nigga's rhymes proper dead
So get ready, always on my worst behavior
Up in the booth yeah breakin mad flavors
So back up off the mic and let me show my skill
It's the scheme, yeah niggas got to chill
Peace to my nigga dl wit the beat
And peace to all my niggas on union street
And to ya fake ass niggas keep on walkin
A dl year, the whole e is talkin

Oh yeah, bringin up the rear and we don't front (never that nigga)
We're comin mad thick and we're on the hunt
So why you wanna test and end up in a mess
I'm comin mad wilder than the west
I leave you sooped like a sale, I never fail
I boost a track up like the third rail
Fake mc's endangered like a species
Your shit stinks like motherfuckin faces
I'm chillin and relaxin in the maxin
Your style is improper like a fraction
Yo I'm out to get mine (get yours nigga)

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Well lemme come and get a little bit, son I'm feelin it, it's the bubbly
Niggas know the deal I got the steel in case the trouble-be
Got more coupe-rs than isuzu, kid I bruise you
Abuse you, my sewer style will confuse you
I got the touch so niggas spark the Dutch
I'm guaranteed to rip and bend your microphone, now touch and plus
We kick that ass back up off just like a lear
See ya and too bad I wouldn't wanna be ya
Y'know the deal when I see ya, nigga chalk it up
Cos if a nigga think he got the flow, I sop it up
So now get up so you can hear the rest of this
Yo boogie banger show them why we be the best at this

Yo, yo niggas bust this, a nigga do justice like day
We're walkin down the street, we're watchin bitches like slay
Niggas rave and rant but can't get it, dig it
Shit is on lock and motherfuckers can't pick it
I'm runnin with fools with more jewels than freddy blassy
My rap drivin niggas crazy like a taxi
Perhaps we should leave ya layin on ya back
I'm richer than richie rich and quicker with the gat, black
For the cash I bash ya head to make ya stutter
Then I hit you with the toast for fuckin with bread and butter, cousin
Nigga a-hah, laugh then stash the tracy
The limit's the sky, I'm stayin high like aces
But doper, my styles is fat like al roker
Chiggity choke a nigga to sleep, I don't know ya
Biggity blow your mind, fuck the beef and fuck the swine
Nigga I'm

Ready to rock rough rhymes

Son, ha, diggy das, diggy das, diggy das
Solid scheme, word bond son (shit come thick)

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Strange Love - Lyrics - Let Love in - Goo Goo Dolls

Title: Strange Love
Album: Let Love in
Artist: Goo Goo Dolls
Composer(s): John Rzeznik, Robby Takac

Lyric:
You're likin' what I say
I guess I was afraid you'd run away now
I'm loyal like a stray
I'm never gonna turn and run away now

A passion junkie's fix is never satisfied
You're never gonna break his heart
So have some fun, abuse it

Strange love
You're a strange one

You washed away your yesterday
I saw you cleanin' up a bucket full of doubts
And a little bit of power grabbin' when it's all done set
What are you gonna do with you?

A passion junkie's dog can't keep its collar on
He's never gonna break so go ahead and shake him

Strange love
Breaks us down
Strange love
Though nothing's gonna break us now

And you're actin' surprised
Oh, all of the time
Into your charms slips my life

Strange love
Breaks us down
Strange love
Though nothing's gonna break us now

Strange love
You're a strange one
Strange love
You're a strange one

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Supreme (French Version) - Lyrics - Robbie Williams

Title: Supreme (French Version)
Artist: Robbie Williams
Composer(s): Guy Chambers, Francois Paul De Roubaix, Dino Fekaris, Frederick Perren, Robbie Williams

Lyric:
Oh, it seemed forever stopped today
All the lonely hearts in London
Caught a plane and flew away
And all the best women are married
All the handsome men are gay
You feel deprived

Yeah, are you questioning your size?
Is there a tumor in your humor?
Are there bags under your eyes?
Do you leave dents where you sit?
Are you getting on a bit?
Will you survive?
You must survive

When there's no more love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme

Oh, what are you really looking for?
Another partner in your life to
Abuse and to adore?
Is it lovey dovey stuff?
Do you need a bit of rough?
Get on your knees

Yeah, turn down the love songs that you hear
'Cause you can't avoid the sentiment
That echoes in your ear
Saying love will stop the pain
Saying love will kill the fear
Do you believe?
You must believe

When there's no more love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme

I spy with my little eye
Something beginning with
(Ah)
Got my back up
And now she's screaming

So I've got to turn the track up
Sit back and watch the royalties stack up
I know this girl she likes to switch teams
And I'm a fiend but I'm living for a love supreme

When there's no more love in town
This new century keeps bringing you down
All the places you have been
Trying to find a love supreme
A love supreme

Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Everybody lives for love

Come and live a love supreme
Don't let it get you down
Everybody lives for love

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Jezebel - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Jezebel
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Yo, look, look, look
They call her jezebel
You might find her in your neighborhood
Always in some shit
Up to no good
Constant boastin' bragging to her friends
Juiced every boy in your ends
Gettin' outta school
She would truant every day
Always on the link
Different boy every day
Missed mathematics, she was doing acrobatics
But not gym class
She was gettin' doggy fast

Yo, they call her jezebel
Friends call her sket behind her back
She never knew the plot
She was born off track
Tight top, short skirt, thinks she's too nice
Hates love but she's been digged in twice
Pass with, hoe she can't keep her legs closed
Always on the creep
Now she's in too deep
Now she face's neglect, abuse and rape
And [incomprehensible] killer
If she try to escape

What's your name?
I've seen you about
I think your tromp
I really hope your not a grim
I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy
Where you from?
Hot stuff
I really hope your not a grim
I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy
I've seen you around
I think your tromp
I really hope your not a grim
I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy
Where you from?
Hot stuff
I really hope your not grim
I really hope your not a jezebel

You might find her at a house rave
For the fifth time
She's gettin' wind from behind
Had a bit to drink
So she's acting kinda slow
She came with Natasha
But she's leaving with Joe
Ricky loves Jezzy but Jezzy loves Bling
Ricky means well but Ricky ain't got a thing
Joe's got a name
And Jezzy loves fame
She wants a man to show
So it's all about Joe

They call her jezebel
On her way to get wocked out
Get battery
And get kicked out
Jezzy weren't expecting more than four
But what could she say?
She just did it anyway
Messed up caught a kinda S T D
Gonorrhea, herpes, no V D
Left bitter, left angry, left vexed
But still loves sex
Passed it on to the next

What's your name?
I've seen you about
I think your tromp
I really hope your not a grim
I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy
Where you from?
Hot stuff
I really hope your not a grim
I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy
I've seen you around
I think your tromp
I really hope your not a grim
I really hope your not a Jezzy, Jezzy
Where you from?
Hot stuff
I really hope your not grim
I really hope your not a jezebel

Pretty but
Ain't got a brain
Got no shame
Got juiced on the train
Went from Daddy's little girl
To Daddy's heart attack
House reck a side
She could never go back
Raised in the Church
Not knowin' anythin'
Learned about boys
Ruined every thing

Aged sixteen
She was never full grown
She was in a family
Now she's got one of her own
Two kids
Even worse
Two little girls
Two more of her
That's two jezebel's
Two fatherless kids
One single Mum
No longer young
But the boy's still come
Yo, wishin' she could take it back to the old school
And make better choice's
Oh, what a fool
But all by her side
But she wonder man
Only if she was six years younger
Damn

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Ain'T Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang Part Ii) - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Ain'T Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang Part Ii)
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): B Eastmond, F Jackson, S Howse, Scruggs A Henderson, Mccan

Lyric:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang
Mo Thugs is all you claim
Stay thug up in this game and remain the same
So follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin'
(Now see)
Buckin' them bodies with shots
And a come on, a come on, a come on

Everybody get up, get down
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green
Gotta have another bill, y'all, dog, I need all my change
Soon as come up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit
That's why we choose this thugsta music
Use it smoothly, don't abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely
Gotta get, gotta get, get money
(Mo' money)

Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real and I'm ready to show
And then let niggas know with Mo Thug that the shit, it be real
But them murder, we told ya, rollin', blowin' indo, we go
Niggas that real, we are trues, yeah, ready to bust on anything
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, nobody move, won't nobody get hurt
Break it down, killa, me killa, killa

I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin
Before it's my time, I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime
Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind
My mental be stressed on my pistol
My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war
Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure
Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through my hood?
Sit back, everything gon' be all good

Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain
It's all the same, it's all the same
Smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no pain, no gain
You straight up hangin' and that's shame, how long we'll reign
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Ain't nothin' to do to get outta this game
(Outta this game)

Run the game with consistency, instantly
And guard them greens of the earth with resistance
Baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do?
Tell me, what do you wanna do?
You can ride and smoke with me or I can ride and smoke with you
It's all cool, it's all cool, it's all cool
Act a fool, act a fool, it's all cool, it's all cool

Really wanna get me pissed
Then get to flippin', when I'm on a mission
Me and Animal'll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast
Oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O.
And away you go, and I got
([Unverified])

Smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble and even scuffle
([Unverified])
And I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch
And bust you, hear my nationwide, "Fuck you, fuck you"
I got people that you trust, who needs some greens
And really don't love you
Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to kill ya
It's an everyday thang and I bang your brains, nigga

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang
It's an everyday thang, thang
It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang
Calm me down, it ain't gon' change, we won't change
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, we keeps it realer
Tell me, can you feel us, feel us, feel us?
Tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas?
Even though we still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware

'Cuz we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time Anytime you got yours, you got yours, I got mine, I got mine
Fuck with mine, fuck with mine, East 99 is the street
Keep it on the low when they creep, or Bone got heat, Bone got heat
Hurt them who tried to hurt me, B 0 N E
'Cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya
It's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang
It's an everyday, it's an everyday
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

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Ain'T Nothin' Changed - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Ain'T Nothin' Changed
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): B Eastmond, F Jackson, S Howse, Scruggs A Henderson, Mccan

Lyric:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang
Mo Thugs is all you claim
Stay thug up in this game and remain the same
So follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin'
(Now see)
Buckin' them bodies with shots
And a come on, a come on, a come on

Everybody get up, get down
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green
Gotta have another bill, y'all, dog, I need all my change
Soon as come up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit
That's why we choose this thugsta music
Use it smoothly, don't abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely
Gotta get, gotta get, get money
(Mo' money)

Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real and I'm ready to show
And then let niggas know with Mo Thug that the shit, it be real
But them murder, we told ya, rollin', blowin' indo, we go
Niggas that real, we are trues, yeah, ready to bust on anything
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, nobody move, won't nobody get hurt
Break it down, killa, me killa, killa

I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin
Before it's my time, I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime
Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind
My mental be stressed on my pistol
My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war
Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure
Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through my hood?
Sit back, everything gon' be all good

Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain
It's all the same, it's all the same
Smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no pain, no gain
You straight up hangin' and that's shame, how long we'll reign
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Ain't nothin' to do to get outta this game
(Outta this game)

Run the game with consistency, instantly
And guard them greens of the earth with resistance
Baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do?
Tell me, what do you wanna do?
You can ride and smoke with me or I can ride and smoke with you
It's all cool, it's all cool, it's all cool
Act a fool, act a fool, it's all cool, it's all cool

Really wanna get me pissed
Then get to flippin', when I'm on a mission
Me and Animal'll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast
Oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O.
And away you go, and I got
([Unverified])

Smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble and even scuffle
([Unverified])
And I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch
And bust you, hear my nationwide, "Fuck you, fuck you"
I got people that you trust, who needs some greens
And really don't love you
Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to kill ya
It's an everyday thang and I bang your brains, nigga

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang
It's an everyday thang, thang
It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang
Calm me down, it ain't gon' change, we won't change
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, we keeps it realer
Tell me, can you feel us, feel us, feel us?
Tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas?
Even though we still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware

'Cuz we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time Anytime you got yours, you got yours, I got mine, I got mine
Fuck with mine, fuck with mine, East 99 is the street
Keep it on the low when they creep, or Bone got heat, Bone got heat
Hurt them who tried to hurt me, B 0 N E
'Cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya
It's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang
It's an everyday, it's an everyday
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

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