Age Of Gold - Lyrics - The Madness of the Crowds - Ace Troubleshooter

Title: Age Of Gold
Album: The Madness of the Crowds
Artist: Ace Troubleshooter
Composer(s): Josh Abbott, John Warne, Ben Dewey

Lyric:
Remember when remember
You and me in fields of blue and white
And I would never take it back

The stand-offs and the make-ups
On the bench our scene for hours and hours
And I would never take it back
And I would never take it back for all the gold in the world

On and on and on she leads me
On and on forever, time will run back
On and on and on she leads me
On and on forever, time will run back
And fetch the age of gold

All that I have to hold your hand
In mine and lose all sense of time
And I would never take it back

So close your eyes, I'll kiss you
And I'll hold you tightly until dawn
And I would never take it back
And I would never take it back for all the gold in the world

On and on and on she leads me
On and on forever, time will run back
On and on and on she leads me
On and on forever, time will run back
And fetch the age of gold

Remember when, remember
You and me and time

On and on and on she leads me
On and on forever, time will run back
On and on and on she leads me
On and on forever, time will run back
And fetch the age of gold

Time will run back and fetch the age of gold
(Time will run back and fetch the age of gold)
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold
(Time will run back and fetch the age of gold)

Time will run back and fetch the age of gold
(Time will run back and fetch the age of gold)
Time will run back and fetch the age of gold

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Heart Of Gold - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Heart Of Gold
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Growing up isn't easy to do
Especially for one who always knew
You would always come up second best
Is that why you have such bitterness?

The apple of your father's eye
And always by your brother's side
Then a little sister came along
And you found all the affection suddenly gone

But underneath that cold exterior
I know you've got a heart of gold
So aloof and so superior
But you've got a heart of gold

Watch out, don't get caught in the crossfire
Watch out, still growing up, she's in a rage
I guess she's reached that difficult age

Growing up is very hard to do
Everybody watching your every move
Your private life always on view
But jealously never really suited you

But I know that underneath that rude exterior
There's got to be a heart of gold
Underneath that hard exterior
Is a little girl waiting to be told
You've got a heart of gold
She's got a heart of gold

I couldn't understand your attitude
I only wanted to take a photograph of you
But I was shocked when I heard what you had to say
You picked up my camera and threw it away
I didn't really mean to ruin your day

Now I see you've got a little girl of your own
Little princess suddenly grown
And there's a man, he's smiling at you
He must have been the one who always knew
You had a heart of gold

Underneath that rude exterior
You've got a heart of gold
So aloof and so superior
But you've got a heart of gold

Underneath that rude exterior
You've got a heart of gold
Underneath that hard exterior
You've got a heart of gold

Watch her, she'll give you a broadside
But I know that inside
She got a heart of gold

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Tin Soldiers - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Tin Soldiers
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Jake Burns, Gordon Archer Ogilvie

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Lyric:
He joined up to get a job
And show he wasn't scared
Swapped Boy Scout hat for army cap

At the age of 17, he was forced to choose
Now at the age of 21, he's in Catch 22

He joined up for just three years
It seemed a small amount
But, they didn't tell him that the first two didn't count

At the age of 17, how was he to know?
That at the age of 21, he'd still have one to go?

Tin soldier
He signed away his name
Tin soldier
No chance for cash or fame

Tin soldier
Now, he knows the truth
Tin soldier
He signed away his youth

He joined up 'cos dad knew best to do right by his son
Now, he hates and counts the dates
That mark time on square one

At the age of 17, he did as he was told
Now at the age of 21, tin still won't turn to gold

Tin soldier
He signed away his name
Tin soldier
No chance for cash or fame

Tin soldier
Now, he knows the truth
Tin soldier
He signed away his youth

If at the age of 17, you fall in line too soon
At the age of 21, you'll still march to their tune

Tin soldiers
You sign away your name
No chance for cash or fame
You never see the truth
You sign away your youth

You go and join the queue
Do what they want you to
They take away your name
They treat you all the same
Sign away you life

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Territory Of Poets - Lyrics - Eleanor Mcevoy

Title: Territory Of Poets
Artist: Eleanor Mcevoy
Composer(s): Eleanor Mcevoy

Lyric:
He's tired of getting up
Tired of life
Tired of working at the same old job
And tired of his wife
Overcome with a desire
To come of age
Better step aside for Johnny
'Cause he's come to take the stage
Take the stage

He's in the territory of poets
Movin' slow
He's in the territory of moving
But not knowing which way to go
He hides the ring that's on his finger
Made of gold
He's in the territory of poets
And he's doing what he's told
What he's told

Johnny's looking 'round the bar
For a dance
Once he sets his eye on Sally
She doesn't stand a chance
Though the lines that he's rehearsed
Pass her by
When he asks her for a date
She says, Friday would be fine
How 'bout nine?

He's in the territory of poets
Movin' slow
He's in the territory of moving
But not knowing which way to go
He hides the ring that's on his finger
Made of gold
He's in the territory of poets
And he's doing what he's told
What he's told

Sally's putting on her dress
Half past eight
Johnny takes a little line of something
Just to keep him straight
Through her shadow and her blush
She shines through
She says her powder makes her feel much better
He says his does too
His does too

He's in the territory of poets
Movin' slow
He's in the territory of moving
But not knowing which way to go
He hides the ring that's on his finger
Made of gold
He's in the territory of poets
And he's doing what he's told
What he's told

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Child Of The Night - Lyrics - Red Light District - Ludacris

Title: Child Of The Night
Album: Red Light District
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Nathaniel Hale, Damon Mcdaniels, Chris Bridges, Teena Marie Brockton

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Lyric:
It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

Look here
Now I'm a man of many talents and a man of my word
But on my path to see the light sometimes my vision gets blurred
It's all a part of growing up and seeing life at its worst
And trying to iron out my wrinkles, putting family first
It seems like the whole world is out for sinking my boat
But with God as my navigator I'll be staying afloat
And I admit to being caught by many foolish distractions
Then I'm forced to pay the price as a result of my actions

I'm battling with myself, and every day is a war
Curiosity killed the cat, why am I curious George?
Gotta keep my nose up out of things that ain't none of my biz
And just 'cause something looks good, don't really mean that it is
Get through the agony and anger, the pain and strife
And take the necessary steps to try to change my life
I've got some questions for you Lord, 'cause my mentality's hood
So why's that everything that's bad for me feels so good?

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

Now I'm an only child, so excuse some of my selfish ways
I got spoiled when I was young, spoil myself today
But I feed at least a thousand stomachs and how I've done it is
From the ground up a hundred miles and running, dodging and ducking
Everybody trying to hammer me down
A self made millionaire, baby look at me now
Can't tell me I'm not as hungry as the day I began
'Cause all I ever really needed was a pen in my hand

And the pad in my lap didn't matter in fact
Me and my mom lived in one room, what's badder than that?
Was a young man forced to grow up at the age of twelve
Trying to get in where I fit, streets giving me hell
But yet I give it right back, so how you like that?
Continued doing wrong till I was on the right track
Tell me about heavy money, I might give it a push
But a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on

No matter how much older we get
Man, we are all still children at heart
We all make mistakes, it's all good

Now, I've tried plenty of times to get rid of my bad habits
Living life on the cutting edge, taking a stab at it
And learning from my mistakes, try not to make them twice
Just admit it when I'm wrong, and tryin' hard to make it right
And baby, nobody's perfect in this world of ours
There's plenty of people getting stitches in this world of scars
But over time I pray to God that he can heal your wounds
Try and love and love again until they seal your tomb

Life is short if you don't notice it'll pass you by
That's why my head is in the clouds trying to pass the sky
I'm never blinking for a minute, keep my eyes on my foes
They wanna catch me in the open, bring my life to a close
Meanwhile that's why I'm bringing so much life to my shows
I've seen smiles, I'm making changes, turning glitter to gold
Don't let these devils play you down, or belittle your souls
Just be happy with yourself and it's so simple to grow
Come on

It's gonna get in you, child of the night
And the hood rolls on
How do I begin to do this shit right?
And get my hustle on
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Dawn Over A New World - Lyrics - Dragonforce

Title: Dawn Over A New World
Artist: Dragonforce
Composer(s): Herman Li, Vadim Pruzhanov, Zp Theart, Sam Totman

Lyric:
In the darkness of the night in the shadows of the dawn
It's turning black no lookin' back the sands of time are sown
When the day will slowly end and the sun has turn to gray
Will we feel the power of freedom with the dawn of a new day? Whoa

Over mountains paved with gold and through the valleys of the slain
Our quest will lead us onwards to the journey of the brave
When the time has come to stand for the power we believe
We will ring the sound of victory for one and all to see

Sometimes in your darkest dreams you will feel the haunting pain
Silent tears of your hidden fears come to haunt you once again
Fight on for the memories of the everlasting dream
(Dream)
Their pain in the silent lands on wings of glory free
We can go on forever with the darkness so far away
(We can go on)
And the warriors who live forever fight on to the end

Across the highest mountains and through the endless seas
Our journey ever onwards fight until we all be free
Through the darkness shining the never ending light
On through the days of glory rise towards the fight

And one day we will find the way towards this distant golden age
The cries of war will sound the day
We stand before the dawn of a new world

On through the raging thunder across the seven seas
Cold winter skies are falling on the battles we have seen, yea

We can go on forever with the darkness so far away
(We can go on)
And the warriors who live forever fight on to the end

Across the highest mountains and through the endless seas
Our journey ever onwards fight until we all be free

Across the highest mountains and through the endless seas
Our journey ever onwards fight until we all be free
Through the darkness shining the never ending light
On through the days of glory rise towards the fight

And one day we will find a way towards this distant golden age
The cries of war will sound the day
We stand before the dawn of a new world

We stand before the dawn of a new world

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Silent Warrior - Lyrics - Enigma 2: The Cross Of Changes - Enigma

Title: Silent Warrior
Album: Enigma 2: The Cross Of Changes
Artist: Enigma
Composer(s): Michael Cretu

Lyric:
Long ago, for many years
White men came in the name of God
They took their land, they took their lives
A new age has just begun

They lost their Gods, they lost their smile
They cried for help for the last time
Liberty was turning into chains
But all the white men said
"That's the cross of changes"

In the name of God, in the name of God
The fight for gold these were the changes
Tell me is it right, in the name of God
These kind of changes?

They tried to fight for liberty
Without a chance in hell, they gave up
White men won in the name of God
With the cross as alibi

There's no God who ever tried
To change the world in this way
For the ones who abuse His name
There'll be no chance to escape
On judgment day

In the name of God, in the name of God
The fight for gold these were the changes
Tell me is it right, in the name of God
These kind of changes?

Tell me why, tell me why, tell why
The white men said
"That's the cross of changes?"
Tell me why, tell me why, tell why
In the name of God
These kind of changes

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Life Is Fantastic - Lyrics - Glory Glamour And Gold - Army Of Lovers

Title: Life Is Fantastic
Album: Glory Glamour And Gold
Artist: Army Of Lovers
Composer(s): M Dornonville De La Cour, Alexander Bengt Mag Bard, Anders Wollbeck

Lyric:
Life is fantastic, the beauty and sorrow
Death is too drastic, I can't say goodbye
Golden or plastic, the joys of tomorrow
Life is fantastic, I don't want to die

Lost in the age of innocence
Trapped in a traffic accident
Got to escape the hospital
Intensive care

Don't try to fool yourself, you bag of skin and blood
One day I break your heart and bury you in mud
Don't be an egotist, the doctor wants your room
You had your go at life, the time is up, you're doomed

Life is fantastic, the beauty and sorrow
Death is too drastic, I can't say goodbye
Golden or plastic, the joys of tomorrow
Life is fantastic, I don't want to die

I have to boost my confidence
Build me a strong immune defense
Take on the virus drilling
In my chilling spine

Look at your body, how the pieces fall apart
There ain't no brainwave, ain't no pumpin' from the heart
That was your life, my dear, I'm bored with your account
Before your body blow pay back my full amount

Life is fantastic, the beauty and sorrow
Death is too drastic, I can't say goodbye
Golden or plastic, the joys of tomorrow
Life is fantastic, I don't want to die

You think you're so unique, you think you have it all
Deep down inside you're weak, I shake and make you fall
Don't be an egotist, the doctor wants your room
You had your go at life, the time is up, you're doomed

Life is fantastic, the beauty and sorrow
Death is too drastic, I can't say goodbye
Golden or plastic, the joys of tomorrow
Life is fantastic, I don't want to die

Life is fantastic, the beauty and sorrow
Death is too drastic, I can't say goodbye
Golden or plastic, the joys of tomorrow
Life is fantastic, I don't want to die

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Microphone Master (41st Side Remix) - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Microphone Master (41st Side Remix)
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you

Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
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Microphone Master - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Microphone Master
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
I iggity am what I am, I comes to get biz so bust the jam
I might not be the man but y'all I still proceed to slam, I cram
to understand why these rappers try to faze me
They must be crazy messin' with the Books and Drayzie

Big-up to Jersey and my people's out in EL-A
Well-a hell-a can never cut the swell-a
'Cos you can tell I gets biz like Markie
No matter what the weather son you never wanna spark me

I'm kickin' rhymes and gettin' mines on the regular
See me in the black Benz just blowin' up the cellular
We high as shit, the sky is it?
You know the sewer style yo is fly as shit
So grip, you're cheap and buried cos you're never comin' near it
(What?)

So fear it when you hear it, cheer it but don't compare it
I still be schoolin', foolin' 'em when I'm speakin'
Kids be heapin', they love the way that we be freakin'
My sewer style it 'cause disaster so when I ask
You better answer who's the microphone master

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Well yo, here's the humdinger
I'm briggity bringin' a new style of thing
It's a rap singer with a fat flow, so low and behold
I higgity hold his mic piece for ransom, it's all about expanses
Stocks of skunks, props and my pops get a mansion

By the age of 16, had dreams of big screens
Mad rubbers to keep my dick clean
Chrome tools in rent and I only go downtown to buy jewels and tints
Jaboll, Guess, ol' Gold and sess

I check the mic 2-1 and chew gum to ease the breath
My style is wild like the Cats of Villanova
The heat on the street'll keep my 40's spillin' over
So the skunk and Thai keep me high when I'm smokin'

And I don't sleep, just take naps with one eye open
See I believe the beaded weed in me is feedin' me
The inspiration to riggity rock the nation
From white folk to Haitian, [unverified] Jamaican

Burn MCs like degrees of Mason because you're fakin'
I'm on point, exclamation with the caper
The flavor misbehaver from the super duper rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

I got to give a siggity shout to my mans, my fans at the shows
Friends, foes, stiggity stunts and hoes
Drats, I'm friggin' to ride the fat, ooh shit
My crew is shake, rattle and roll thick

Thicker than your blunt 'cos yo I be's the Brooklyn trooper
And I got more spunk than that punk from Punky Brewster
Bust the lingo Ringo stiggity Starr bingo
I run shit like Kunta, breaks bones like Mandingo

I'm starstruck like starbuck, the bad bro is mad though
I'm all that small cat like Tomko or Hasbo
I have no figgity fear yeah, it's me and mines
Masters of the microphone, makers of the super rhymes

Yo, well yo the shit sound clever
I'm clown for whatever like nuttin' nice
Big-up to DJ Dice wreckin' shop when he cut 'n' slice
These 20 MCs, please, I never heard of some
We need to murder some like Colin Ferguson

But now ya heard us from the under so feel the thunder
Ya best to come clean like J-Rule and 'Felix Sunder'
I'm buggin' like gristle, see I suggest you

Dismiss you, my style's official and that's the issue
I show the flow I go until it's time to leave
Believe I'm packin 'more rhymes up my sleeve

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker

Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
Miggity microphone master, super rhyme maker
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I Need Dubs - Lyrics - Ghetto Bill - Master P

Title: I Need Dubs
Album: Ghetto Bill
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Bobby Ervin, Steven Ettinger, Dwayne Emil Simon, Michale Robinson, Percy Miller, Darryl Pierce, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
When I'm alone in my ca
I'm thinkin' about Ms. Lorenzo
My girl Enkei, Sprewell
Giovanna, Daytons, Momos, Diablos
And my girl Ashanti

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

I see it, I buy it, you need it, I got it
I could transform a car 'til a Halle Berry by demand
Regular wheels, I bend 'em don't stand up
I'm the first one to put Sprewells on a Phantom
Girls see me and scream, I'm reppin' Orleans
I got cars baby Flex ain't never seen
Xzibit in the game but he can't, "Pimp My Ride"

I got everythang flipped from the in to the outside
Them Lambo doors 50 talkin' about
I had 'em on the Cutlass back before I bought me a house
I put ice on my grill just to hurt them haters
27 dipped in chrome for the Escalades
Put candy on the body so it glow in the dark
Put light on my rims for at night when they walk
Can't roll like no scrub, man on no hubs
Ghetto Bill up in here, y'all know wazzup

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

From the streets to the pen, you know these soldiers gon' win
When they see me on TV say he did it again
From his shoes to his clothes, he's ballin' outta control
From the Bentley to the Beemer to the Hummer with six gold
But wodie don't stunt, make them six-fo's jump
Like Reebok pumps, P. Miller amp's in the trunk

Louis Vuitton Ferrari 360 is so clean
Asanti rims, that really bling bling
And girls trip when they get in the ride
I got the CL5 steering wheel on the other side
And I'm gangsta man, what you thankin' man?
Shorty wanna roll 'cause I'm on them twankies man

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

Now I know I'm kinda young but I keep my dubs clean
Nicknamed my rims Demi 'cause they older than me
At the age of 15 man, doin' big thangs man
Don't hate dawg, 'cause you ain't me man
Some say I'm ballin' 'cause my chrome stay crawlin'
Took the Phantom for a ride, now they say I'm nightcrawlin'
Never get hungry 'cause I keep them deep dishes
The peoples just ahh, then they take pictures

My Hummer sit clean on them Shaq's minus eight
White gold and purple just like them old days
Now it's kinda crazy 'cause Mercedes getting jealous
Range want Asantis, but they can't have it
All for Lexus, my baby, my boo
If I ever need help I just scream, "Hootie hoo"
My P. Miller speakers match my P. Miller sneakers
The ones on my feet and the ones on my Beemer

I need dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows
Dubs, when I ride to the club
Cruisin' with my girl, even rollin' with thugs
I need dubs, 22's, 24's
Shinin' in the hood, I'm the king of the car shows

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2 Minutes &Amp; 21 Seconds Of Funk - Lyrics - My Soul - Coolio

Title: 2 Minutes &Amp; 21 Seconds Of Funk
Album: My Soul
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Bryan Keith Dobbs, Artis L Jr Ivey

Lyric:
Yeah, fuck all these niggaz
You know what I'm talkin' about Wino, yeah
Two minutes and twenty-one seconds of funk and I ain't no punk
That's right, that's right

A tisket a tasket that's all you ask it
Snap your CD and drop the pieces in your casket
Like little Jack Horna', I'm still bendin' corners
Buckin' shots on your block, I'm sippin' on Corona's

Uh, your McDonald had a farm with a six-fo on suicide
Sittin' in the barn with no alarm
Straight up collected it, cool and calm
Crowbar in my hand and my skeleton brick still works like a charm

Who's the rawest? My shit is flawless
Had to be passin' out bruises, lacerations and broken jawses
Emcees wanna floss you better understand who's the boss
Before I do a Michael Jackson and cut your shit off

Part of the penitentiary still, penetratin' your grill
I keep on keepin' it right, while you keep on keepin' it real
I'll bring the treble and the bass to delapatate your waist
Coolio's on the case, get yo hoe out my face, fool

Lodi Dodi, I don't know karate, but I know a razor
And none of y'all can't fade me
I know you wanna try to play me and busta's wanna playa hate me
I'm one of the dopiest niggaz out I guess that's why they hate me

'Cause I slang hits like niggaz Slang Cavi
I remain like khakis, I guess that's why they mad at me
On a record you might outgat me but you can't outrap me
My shit is fatta' and yo shit need a little bit more better

Freestyle in unrestricted manner or method
Free funk text readily selected, so check it
Uh, dip diver, socializer, I've been rockin'
These motherfuckin' microphones since nineteen seventy-niner

And by the time that this little nappy head nigga retire
I'ma be at the ripe old age of forty-eight or forty-niner
My shit is wise, CPT MC for hire
My name ain't Rick James but I'll burn your ass with a fire

So, what's your desire baby love?
Is it hands wrapped around mics or fingers wrapped around triggas?
Eitha' way it go I'm dumpin' and I'm dippin'
Still tennis shoe pimpin', 40 Thevz in position

Fee-Fi-Fo-Fum, now nigga I'm a giant
And yo ass is like Jack, but yo magic beans is wack
Skills is what you lack I'm like a Benz, you ain't even like Cadillac
You're more like a Regal I'ma pit bull, and you's a Beagle

I'm set to strangle hangin' emcee's at all angles
As their legs start to dangle
Dance around everybody like Mr. Bo Jangles
Los Angeles, Compton, Long Beach, and Carson Hawthorne
Livin' with the Watts I'm sendin' out shout outs

I used to drink Old Gold now I just stroll
Straight to the exit section of my neighborhood liquor store
Huh, and you know what make me laugh, bitch?
Even your mama want my autograph

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Mama'S Just A Little Girl - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Mama'S Just A Little Girl
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Kimmy Hill, Alex Wood Stiff, Kip Wilson, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Young mothers
I feel you
I know how it is
Mama's just a little girl
Don't nobody understand
I feel you

She was born a heavy set girl with pig tails and curls
A heart full of gold still it won't change the world
Though she could never understand why?
Some underhanded plans witnessed a man die
Was only fifteen should've been a beauty queen
See here cryin' by the caskets when her parents got killed
Little girl don't cry
'Cause even though they died
You can best believe they watchin' over thee from the sky
Never asked for this misery
But look at what you gettin'
It's a blessin' in disguise
When you find out you're pregnant
No money, no home
And even though you all alone
You've got to do this on your own
So baby go
I wish you luck and if you need me call
Just come to me and let me feed you all
I can understand
The way it feels when you fightin' the world
Facin' all this drama
When Mama's just a little girl

Mama
Don't know why
Mama's just a little girl
Woman tho' she is alive
Ooh
Time ain't on her side
'Cause Mama's just a little girl
She gotta hold her head up high
Ooh

At sixteen what a beautiful thing
The very essence of a jet black ebony queen
And who could tell she get pregnant at an early age
She didn't listen had sex
Watch her belly raise
Hey, got violated by someone she dated
If this is fate I hate to see the seed she created
So we wait though it takes time to build the body and the mind
She reclines nine months then finally it's time
What do we find?
A little grown boy a mind with a tortured soul
Addicted to a life of crime at no time for growin' stage
He learned his values on the streets at an early age
Watch for police don't come home
'Cause Mama's actin' crazy at the hospital
'Bout to have another baby
Like the rose from a concrete
Grown within' blessed with twins
How the hell can Mama raise three men
So we began a closest family
Such insanity a happy home
For one act inhumanity
Plus Mama said, "The seed was corrupted"
Used the rubber belly
Beggin' us to breathe if she love us
Now Mama sits quiet sippin' peppermint Schnapps
Turned the house into a spot and made her watch for cops
How could Mama bring a thug like me in this world?
She ain't the 'cause of all the drama
'Cause Mama's just a little girl

Mama
Don't know why?
Mama's just a little girl
Woman tho' she is alive
Time ain't on her side
'Cause Mama's just a little girl
She gotta hold her head up high, ohh

Now would she remain in the same spot?
The gunshots rang they came from the cane spot
Now look here I see her clutchin' her son
In her arms she hurt
Her heart bleedin' as she watched her seed die in the dirt
Fulfill prophecy
But who could stop the grief?
I walk away I'm tryin' to hold the world up on top me
Probably be an innocent man
Still I'm the victim of a curse
What could be worse?
Nothin' but pain
Since my birth taught me functions at the pen
'Cause everybody's in payin' back society
I'm guilty of a life of sin
I watched the drama occur
My eyes blurred 'fore I jet it
I wonder why we all have to die for we get it
Though we shed tears
So many peers I done buried
Worried and scared
Knowin' I'm a see the cemetery
Must be prepared in this cold world
No one cares
No it ain't fair
But we all there
And do our share
In this land of underhanded schemes and plans
Vivid dreams of a nigga havin' G's in hand
Mama told me not to be a punk
Fuck what you talkin' about coward?
What you niggas want? Hey
There ain't a thing I wouldn't do for my mama in this world
'Cause you know I ain't mad atcha
You're just a little girl
See Mama's just a little girl

Mama
Don't know why?
Mama's just a little girl
Woman tho' she is alive
Time ain't on her side
'Cause Mama's just a little girl
She gotta hold her head up high, ohh

{They ask us why we mutilate each other like we do
And wonder why we hold such little worth for human life
Facing all this drama
But to ask us why we to turn from bad to worse
Is to ignore from which we came
You see you wouldn't ask why the rose that grew from the concrete
Had damaged petals
On the contrary
We would all celebrate its tenacity
We would all love its will to reach the sun
Well
We are the roses
This is the concrete
And these are my damaged petals
Don't ask me why
Thank God nigga
Ask me how
You see, Mama's just a little girl}

Mama

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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Nice And Blue (Pt. Two) - Lyrics - Me Without You

Title: Nice And Blue (Pt. Two)
Artist: Me Without You
Composer(s): Gregory Jehanian, Christopher Kleinberg, Richard Mazotta, Aaron Weiss, Michael Yusef Weiss

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Lyric:
You were a song I couldn't sing
Caught like a bear by the bees with its hand in the hive
Who complains of the sting when I'm lucky I got out alive

A life at best left half behind
The taste of the honey still sweet on my tongue
And I'd run
(Lord knows I've tried)
But there's no place on Earth I can hide
From the wrong I've done

Then I saw a mountain and I saw a city
(I was once the wine)
Steadily sinking but suspiciously calm
(I was once the wine)

It wasn't an end, it wasn't a beginning
(I was once the wine)
But a ceaseless stumbling on
(And you were the wineglass)

There, strapped like a watch on my wrist
(I was once alive)
That's finished with gold but can't tell the time
(I was once alive)

Was all or what little pleasure exists
(I was once alive)
Seductively sold and uselessly mine
(When you held me)

Our horse was fast and first from the gate
With the lead of a length at the sound of the gun
And the last of our cash laid down to fate at 17 to 1

But by the final stretch in the rear of the pack
That nag limping bad in the back
We reluctantly gave all the money we'd saved
A fifth to the commonwealth and the rest to the track

Then I saw a forest grow in the city
(I was once the wine)
And a driftwood wall of birdhouse gourds
(I was once the wine)

And I'm still waiting to meet a girl like my Mom
(I was once the wine)
Who's closer to my age

The true light of my eyes is a Pearl
(I was once alive)
Equally emptied to equally shine
(I was once alive)

And all or what little joy in the world
(I was once alive)
Seemed suddenly simple and endlessly mine
(When you held me)

I was once the wine, I was once the wine
I was once the wine and you were the wineglass
I was once alive, I was once alive
I was once alive when you held me

God became the glass, all things left are emptiness
Oh, little girl, you're just a little girl
If you look out and see a trace
Of a dark red that was once my face
In the clarity of such grace, you'll forget all about me

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The Last Great American - Lyrics - ...Message For Albert - Five For Fighting

Title: The Last Great American
Album: ...Message For Albert
Artist: Five For Fighting
Composer(s): John Ondrasik

Lyric:
One, two, one, two

Mr. Merry cries in his coffin, oh
For days he says he can remember
And through the town the pallbearers sing old songs
Of a beautiful purple mountain

From every walk of life we've come
To see the last Great American, yeah

So May I now present you the speaker
Friends he was a man of men, a man of gold
He had a how do you say, ethical like sense
That's when the president started to giggle

Then the children gave the blessing
Though the service weren't half done
Each of them sued the other one
For the last Great American, American, American

Merry reaches up, we bow our heads
He pulls the lid on down and his stone is read
Here lies our Merry the man with the heart so spent
That in this day and age is sick of living

And judges argue letters
The fabric comes undone
For every daughter every son
Of the last Great American
For every daughter every son
Of the last Great American

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High Rollers - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: The Evidence - Ice T

Title: High Rollers
Album: Greatest Hits: The Evidence
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Charles Glenn, Tracy Marrow

Lyric:
Speed of life,fast,it's like walkin' barefoot over broken glass
It's like,jumpin' rope on a razor blade
All lightning quick decisions are made
Lifestyle plush,females rush
This high profile personality,who earns his pay illegally
Professional liar,schoolboys admire
Young girls desire,very few live to retire
Cash flow extreme,dress code supreme,vocabulary obscene
Definition-street player,you know what I mean

The high rollers

People of the city,stop foolin' yourself
Crime rules the streets,who the hell else
All the police have gone out to play
Because for enough cold cash they'll look the other way
Just look at the cars as they go by
Benz,Ferraris,trucks up high
Beepers connecting players to big-time deals
With all of this technology who needs to steal
Just live a life of leisure every night and day
And you're livin' proof that crime does pay
Your life is dangerous and reckless
You eat fly guys and girls for breakfast
You're a titan of the nuclear age
Your muscles flex with a Uzi or 12 gauge
And you love the game,that's why you boast
Because you're high priced,high speed.high post

You're a high roller

The high rollers

When I say high rollers,I mean the best
Forget the half-steppers,eject the rest
Because these high ranked officials of our city streets
Make millions all triggered by electric beeps
They dress in diamonds and rope chains
They got the blood of SCARFACE runnin' through their veins
Silk shirts,leather suits,hair always fresh
Eelskin boots,large hearts,though their sizes vary
Bankrolls that take 2 pockets to carry
Cruisin' in their 500 Benz Sedan
With their systems peaked out rockin' PUSHER MAM
Yes,their fashion's high and hard to beat
They buy their GUCCI from GUCCI'S not the swapmeet
Eat very weel,much clientele
And whatever you need,they probably sell

The high rollers

Oh yes,I'm here to tell you females also roll
Drive the same cars,somethimes wear more gold
Cold as an igloo,or hot as a flame
They'll shake ya,break ya and you won't know their name
Gangsters to the max,all marks will be taxed
These girls drive FERRARIS not CADILLACS
Respect is demanded,most men don't understand it
Till they peep the huge bank that these girls have landed
They're junkies for fun,love life on the run
And if things get hot,they will pull a gun
Prey on the lame,no shame to the game
And they all seek POWER,fuck the fame

The high rollers

Now radio stations probably won't play
This record because of the things I say
They'll say I'm glamorizing the hustlin' hood
And a record like this can do no good
But I'm not here to tell ya right or wrong
I don't know which side of the law you belong
Yes,the game has flash,but sometimes hurts
Behind any mistake,hard times lurks
And jail's not your only problem,though it may seem
You just may die by a barrage from an M-16
But to each his own,choose the mobile phone
The tailored suit,the luxury home
You'll never get caught,'cause you got nerves of ice
And you're much smarter than those crooks on Miami Vice
Right
You wanta be a high roller

The high rollers

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