Ain'T It Pretty - Lyrics - Songs About Girls - Will I Am

Title: Ain'T It Pretty
Album: Songs About Girls
Artist: Will I Am
Composer(s): Jamal Jones, William Adams

Lyric:
Ain't it pretty when she walk
Ain't it pretty when she walk
Ain't it pretty when she talk
Ain't it pretty when she talk

Ain't it sexy when she move
She's so sexy when she move
It's so lovely what she do
When she do them thing she do, ooh

When she do them thing she do, ooh
When she do them thing she do
It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely

Girl look good when she sit
Down at the bus stop lickin' on her lips
I seen a lot of chicks, I gotta admit
But you the baddest girl that I seen in a minute

You got nice eyes, some real nice lips
You got a pretty face, tig ol? bits
I just wanna pay you some compliments
Please don?t think that I'm tryna get in it

But baby, if you wanna gimme a lil' some
Here go my number, girl, call me if you
Wanna get to know each other better if you don't that?s cool
I just had to come and compliment you

Had to let you know you got a beautiful view
Your front says, oh, your back says, ooh
There's a million things I can think to do
But right now I just wanna watch you
Just watch you, watch you

Ain't it pretty when she walk
Ain't it pretty when she walk
Ain't it pretty when she talk
Ain't it pretty when she talk

Ain't it sexy when she move
She's so sexy when she move
It's so lovely what she do
When she do them thing she do, ooh

When she do them thing she do, ooh
When she do them thing she do, ooh
When she do them thing she do, ooh
When she do them thing she do

It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely

You're just gorgeous, so beautiful
When God made you, He made you slow
He took His little time, plus you wear the halo
One of a kind, you the star of the show

Girl, you shine, baby doll, you glow
You so fine and I know that you know
You prolly get mobbed everywhere that you go
You need a body guard 'cos your body like whoa

Walk down the boulevard, boys like whoa
Walk down the courtyard, boys like whoa
If you want a best friend, girl, let me know
If you want a boyfriend, here's I go

I love you, I love you, love you
I love you, I love you, love you
I love you, I love you, love you
I love you, I love you, love you

I love you, I love you, love you
I love you, I love you, love you
I love you, I love you, love you
I love you, I love you, love you
I love you

Ain't it pretty when she walk
Ain't it pretty when she walk
Ain't it pretty when she talk
Ain't it pretty when she talk

Ain't it sexy when she move
She's so sexy when she move
It's so lovely what she do
When she do them thing she do, ooh

When she do them thing she do, ooh
When she do them thing she do, ooh
When she do them thing she do, ooh
When she do them thing she do

It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely
It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely

It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely
It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely

It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely
It's lovely, oh, it's lovely
It's lovely, yeah, it's lovely
...

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Sadiddy - Lyrics - Brandy

Title: Sadiddy
Artist: Brandy
Composer(s): Isaac Phillips, Tim Mosley, Kenneth Pratt, Kenisha Pratt

Lyric:
Can't deny it a lil' bit, all the lies, all the lil'
I've worked for mines you'll get none of it
Stop talkin' about what you wanna get

You say that I wasn't really kind
And all this ice isn't really mine
All because you wanna piece of it
Puttin' down my name gon' have cease a bit

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

Yeah, today's a new day
Yeah, my girls are with me
Yeah, we all came out to play
If your rollin' with me don't try to be sadiddy

No, it's a shame how you spend your day
You swear that I'm always in your way
'Cause I ball out all in your face
But I don't care doin' what you say

All I can do is be myself
To do my thang I don't need no help
It's all good 'til you disrespect
If you step out of line know you will get checked

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

Yeah, today's a new day
Yeah, my girls are with me
Yeah, we all came out to play
If your rollin' with me don't try to be sadiddy

No matter what you say, wanna diss me than you may
Gotta do what I know best, top notch and no less
Much love for my people, treat 'em like we all equal
So don't try to tell me that I'm tryin' to be sadiddy

No matter what you say, wanna diss me than you may
Gotta do what I know best, top notch and no less
Much love for my people, treat 'em like we all equal
So don't try to tell me that I'm tryin' to be sadiddy

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

If you say it, I will do it, no I ain't sadiddy
If you cross me, I guarantee you, it won't be pretty
If you want it, I will give it to you, I ain't sadiddy
I'll be wildin', I know it ain't easy to get with me

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Ain'T It Blue? - Lyrics - Chicago

Title: Ain'T It Blue?
Artist: Chicago
Composer(s): Robert William Lamm

Lyric:
Done the things I said I would
Some of them were pretty good
Suddenly they changed the game
I only know it's not the same no more

Don't know what to do the rules I knew
Now, ain't it sad
(Ain't it sad)
Ain't it true
(Ain't it true)
Ain't it blue
(Ain't it blue)
Ain't it blue

The life I live is pretty nice
Of course I had to pay a price
Lots of folks depend on me
Erase all kinds of slavery, what for

Don't know what to do the rules I knew
Ain't it sad
(Ain't it sad)
Ain't it true
(Ain't it true)
Ain't it blue
(Ain't it blue)
Ain't it blue

Ooh, hoo, hoo
Ooh, hoo, hoo

Sometimes I want to walk away
I felt like that just yesterday
But then this song is in my head
I tried my best 'till I'm dead and gone

Don't know what to do the rules I knew
Ain't it sad
(Ain't it sad)
Ain't it true
(Ain't it true)
Ain't it blue
(Ain't it blue)
Ain't it blue

Ooh, hoo, hoo
Ooh, hoo, hoo
Ooh, hoo, hoo
Ooh, hoo, hoo

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If It Ain'T One Thing... - Lyrics - Dance With My Father - Luther Vandross

Title: If It Ain'T One Thing...
Album: Dance With My Father
Artist: Luther Vandross
Composer(s): Reed Philip Vertleney, Luther Vandross

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Lyric:
Yes, dutty, it's ya girl, Fox Brown
And I'm comin' through ya town nah'mean
But for Luther I'mma keep this clean, yes

Could've died when I found out
We couldn't live together peacefully
That's when it started and we nearly parted

Well, I was hoping not to see that day
We started getting in each other's way
Maybe it's better, we don't live together

Things got strange, my space to chill
Became half the size
You became someone I didn't even recognize

What's the matter now?
What you talkin' 'bout?
If it ain't one thing, it's another
If it ain't one thing, it's the other

Why you gotta put me down?
What are you complaining about?
If it ain't one thing, it's the other
If it ain't one thing, it's another

And I was like that when you left me
I remember

I remember when, I got a yacht for a dinner cruise
The way you treated everyone was rude
And I don't believe ya, you're such a diva

I told the waitress we wanted wine
You got upset because the girl was fine
You're complicated but somehow we make it

I get tired
From all I have to do to keep you satisfied
Get no sleep
You call me in the middle of the night and weep

What's the matter now?
What you cryin' 'bout?
If it ain't one thing, it's another
If it ain't one thing, it's the other

Why you gotta fuss and shout?
What are you screaming about?
If it ain't one thing, it's the other
If it ain't one thing, it's another

I guess I can't see the world through you're eyes
Pretty little brown eyes
I guess I don't understand
What goes on, goes on, goes on in your mind

Now Luther what you mean
If it ain't one thing then it's another
Look brother, we took a vow to cherish each other
And I been through the storm
But you keep disrespecting and ignoring me
I swear it won't be long till I'm gone

But, ain't nothing worse than a black woman scorned
I move with integrity, it's hard being a celebrity
And loving you is like a gift and a curse
You ain't gotta think twice 'cause I'm leaving you first

What's the matter now
What are you talkin' bout?
If it ain't one thing, it's another
If it ain't one thing, it's the other

Why you gotta put me down
What are you fussing about?
If it ain't one thing, it's the other
If it ain't one thing, it's another

What's the matter now
What are you talkin' bout?
If it ain't one thing, it's another
If it ain't one thing, it's the other

Hey girl, why you gotta scream and shout
What are you complaining about?
If it ain't one thing, it's the other
If it ain't one thing, it's another

I must admit that at times I talk slick
But I'm the woman of this house, my best defense is my mouth
And, I give you good love, I cook you dinner
And like Halle and Denzel, your wife is a winner

So on, you chose your bed so sleep in it
I should've known from day one but I was so deep in it, so
Since what I'm saying, is going in one ear
And out the other brother
This ain't your house, get the hell out

And leave the keys and the drop top Z behind
You can't diss me, then expect to keep what's mine
So keep thinking you can use and abuse me
While you realize you miss me
I'm gone, taking my wish with me

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Pretty Vegas (Live) - Lyrics - Pretty Vegas - Inxs

Title: Pretty Vegas (Live)
Album: Pretty Vegas
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Jason Bennison, Marty Casey, Andrew Farriss

Lyric:
Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line, the line yeah
Your hands are tied but you're losing grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And dreaming of the other side
Save me your tears and laughter
Because it doesn't matter what you find

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

If you think you need it
Here's the place to feed it
But it ain't pretty

When everything that you do is wrong
And you feel like you can barely survive yeah
When those around you are crumbling downwards
Buried in the sunset alive

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And screaming like you're back from hell
Save me your dreams and occupations
?Cause it doesn't matter what you sell

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

If you think you want it
Here's the place to get it
But it ain't pretty

The party's over and the road is long
The party's over and we're moving on
The party's over and the road is long

If you think you want it
Then just come out and say it
It ain't pretty

Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line, the line
You're hands are tied but you're losing grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And dreaming like you're outta control
Save me your tears and laughter
Because this is the ride
And this is the show

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

So if you think you want it
Just come in and get it
It ain't pretty

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Pretty Vegas (Album Version) - Lyrics - Pretty Vegas - Inxs

Title: Pretty Vegas (Album Version)
Album: Pretty Vegas
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Jason Bennison, Marty Casey, Andrew Farriss

Lyric:
Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line, the line yeah
Your hands are tied but you're losing grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And dreaming of the other side
Save me your tears and laughter
Because it doesn't matter what you find

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

If you think you need it
Here's the place to feed it
But it ain't pretty

When everything that you do is wrong
And you feel like you can barely survive yeah
When those around you are crumbling downwards
Buried in the sunset alive

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And screaming like you're back from hell
Save me your dreams and occupations
?Cause it doesn't matter what you sell

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

If you think you want it
Here's the place to get it
But it ain't pretty

The party's over and the road is long
The party's over and we're moving on
The party's over and the road is long

If you think you want it
Then just come out and say it
It ain't pretty

Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line, the line
You're hands are tied but you're losing grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And dreaming like you're outta control
Save me your tears and laughter
Because this is the ride
And this is the show

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

So if you think you want it
Just come in and get it
It ain't pretty

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Eaten By The Monster Of Love - Lyrics - Sparks

Title: Eaten By The Monster Of Love
Artist: Sparks
Composer(s): Ronald D Mael, Russell Craig Mael

Lyric:
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me

Well, it's Saturday night and I'm still free
And I ain't never gonna be
Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)

It's hard to fight it off much more
I hear it drooling by the door
Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)

It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
(Don't let it get me)
It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
Goo-gooy-ey eyes, sick sickly smiles, it just isn't right

And my father said "Don't worry, son"
But look at him, he should have run
Eaten by the monster of love

Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me

Well, it's worse than war, it's worse than death
There ain't too many left who ain't been
Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)

Buy a dog and that might help, sometimes
Though, a dog gets grabbed
And eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)

It ain't a pretty sight to see the way it leaves 'em
(Don't let it get me)
It chews them up and spits out creatures with those
Goo-gooy-ey eyes, sick sickly smiles, it just isn't right

Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)
Let it huff, let it puff
(Don't let it get me)
Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)
I hate to gripe, but I just ain't the type

Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)

Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)

Well, I know some really good, good people
Overcome and piece by piece they were
Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)

And sometimes it takes a nip at me
But I'm too quick to ever be
Eaten by the monster of love

Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)

Well, eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)
Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)
Eaten by the monster of love
(Don't let it get me)
Eaten by the monster of love

Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)

Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)
Don't let it get me, don't let it get me
(Love love love, love love love)

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Pretty Vegas - Lyrics - Switch - Inxs

Title: Pretty Vegas
Album: Switch
Artist: Inxs
Composer(s): Jason Bennison, Marty Casey, Andrew Farriss

Lyric:
Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line, the line yeah
Your hands are tied but you're losing grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And dreaming of the other side
Save me your tears and laughter
Because it doesn't matter what you find

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

If you think you need it
Here's the place to feed it
But it ain't pretty

When everything that you do is wrong
And you feel like you can barely survive yeah
When those around you are crumbling downwards
Buried in the sunset alive

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And screaming like you're back from hell
Save me your dreams and occupations
?Cause it doesn't matter what you sell

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

If you think you want it
Here's the place to get it
But it ain't pretty

The party's over and the road is long
The party's over and you're moving on
The party's over and the road is long

If you think you want it
Then just come out and say it
It ain't pretty

Falling asleep at the wheel again baby
You're drifting over the line, the line yeah
Your hands are tied but you're losing grip quickly
Fix me, can you read the signs?

Thumbing your way to Vegas dirty
And dreaming like you're outta control
Save me your tears and laughter
Because this is the ride
And this is the show

It ain't pretty
After the show
It ain't pretty when the pretty leaves you
With no place to go

So if you think you want it
Just come in and get it
It ain't pretty

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Suburban Life - Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: Suburban Life
Album: Royal Highness
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Keith Lamar Williams, Andre Edwin Williams, Brad Xavier, Steve M Thronson, Dustin Garrett Miller

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Lyric:
Suburban life ain't what it seems
Suburban life, the American dream
Suburban life, so pretty and clean
Suburban life ain't what it seems

The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me

Now my pops bought the system, American dreamer
Bought a new home and a brand new Beamer
But it didn't long for things, things to fall apart
Because the system that he bought ain't got no heart

From the bills for days he got blood shot eyes
The American dream was a pack of lies
6 months later, Municipal court
Divorce time baby, child support

I went from home cooked meals to TV dinners
No more little Steven, now it's Saint Dog the Sinner
There's no cash back 'cause there was no receipt
Man, suburban life ain't done a dime for me

Suburban life ain't what it seems
Suburban life, the American dream
Suburban life, so pretty and clean
Suburban life ain't what it seems

The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me

Gave in a little deeper to the third degree
More drugs, white thugs and wannabes
Soldiers of the burbs all feel deceived
America, what? Land of the green

Now you got problems I got mine too
There's not enough bud for the Kottonmouth Krew
'Cause when we smoke we smoke to get away
To elevate from this world of hate, never perpetrate

I don't want no degree selling herbs on the burbs
On Eriee Street
No real jobs for the PTB, so what's it gonna be?
White minority

Suburban life ain't what it seems
Suburban life, the American dream
Suburban life, so pretty and clean
Suburban life ain't what it seems

The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me

Now broken homes inside every house
Neighbors yellin', can't work it out
I said, "Beaten wives, tweaked out nights"
Ooh what a feeling, ooh what a life
Now you can't turn back the hands of time
So let me tell you about da flyest friend of mine

He's Bobby B, king of the crops
Deep dark purse, phat drop tops
Philly blunt placed behind his ear
Two turn tables and a Heineken beer

And this is just and everyday thing
Kottonmouth Kings telephone rings
It's X and you know he's rolling with Saint Dog
Leapin' like some frogs, trunk full of hogs

Trunk full of stakes, dirt bikes and rakes
Whatever we could get we was gonna take
Just like the pirates of the Caribbean
Neighborhood watch, don't like what they're seein'
Fuck 'em 'cause they got it like that
Kottonmouth rollin' deep, snatching surfboard wax

Suburban life ain't what it seems
Suburban life, the American dream
Suburban life, so pretty and clean
Suburban life ain't what it seems

The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me
The big A, little A and a bouncin' B
The system got you but it won't get me

Suburban life ain't what it seems
Suburban life, the American dream
Suburban life, so pretty and clean
Suburban life ain't what it seems
Fuck the system

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Hootnanny - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Hootnanny
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Timothy Mosley

Lyric:
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport
An' told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door
The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for
Some scared at first, but usually those demand more

Really ain't conceited, I just call myself a cut above
A horny little parasite that all these women love to love
Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother

Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'
Bubba so psst psst, knowin' that I'm listenin'
I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck is all that's glistenin'
Whachu steamin' on folk? Y'all ain't even disciplined

I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built
Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt
It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt
Y'all matter less every time this margarita tilt

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money from ugly and buy a keg of beer
And another pig to give my other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxury

In due time, but there's business left to attend to
I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
And another tractor for my great aunt Missy
Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy

Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about
He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout
I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good
Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could

I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstasy
Tell them folks at Interscope, they fixin' to write some checks to me
Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
Man I think you right, it ain't nothin' but some hen

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I'm back off in the saddle with that smile and that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be
Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally
I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be

An uncanny wit plus a timing that's impeccable
Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual
Confused them all at first, so this time is understandable

Staring at the ceilin' fan, ponderin' my future now
Wonderin' what the hell to do with all this loot I found
Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigatin' yet another one of Timmy's supersounds

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I running?
What am I saying, what am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, you need something special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute?
Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon at sundown

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I Ain'T Trippin' - Lyrics - Priceless - Frankie J

Title: I Ain'T Trippin'
Album: Priceless
Artist: Frankie J
Composer(s): Oscar Salinas, Francisco Bautista, Juan Salinas, Byron Thomas

Lyric:
I ain't trippin', oh yeah

First day at work, girl, I met you
You laid your pretty eyes on me
Right then, I knew it be somethin'
I didn't know what it could be

So I asked if you had a man
And you showed me the ring on your hand
The look on your face when I asked for your name
Your expression said it all to me, yeah

I can't deny, you stayed on my mind
Too bad I got a girl and you can't be mine
But damn, you're so fine
I think it's worth a try, so girl, let's just get down

I won't tell, if you won't tell
I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
'Cause if he finds out and she finds out
You know it's gonna end for sure
(It's gonna end for sure, baby)

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

When we went out on our first date
I remember it was Thursday, yeah
It was the day before we got paid
And I can't front, I didn't know what to say

It was supposed to be business, that's what we both said
We had some drinks, ended up in a hotel bed
I really hope this doesn't get around
So keep it on the low and we can keep on gettin' down

I won't tell, if you won't tell
I'm tryin' to keep it on the low
'Cause if he finds out and she finds out
You know it's gonna end for sure
(It's gonna end for sure)

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

Now I know we crossed the line when we got down girl
But how could somethin' wrong feel oh so right?
We both got down, so don't say nothin'
You know I'll be around to do a lil' somethin'
Me and you, you and me gettin' down, gettin' down

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

Even though you got a man
And even though I got a girl
It is what it's gonna be
(I ain't trippin')
I like the way it's goin' down

I ain't trippin', no no no

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Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix) - Lyrics - G

Title: Dep - Let'S Get It (Remix)
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Jeremy Graham, Robert Ross, Al Green, Mabon Lewis Hodges

Lyric:
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace

Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go

Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit
When I came, the game that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water

I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler

All the five quarters, headline supporters
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem

Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots
I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia

If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle

Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing

Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it)
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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Dep - Let'S Get It - Lyrics - Child Of The Ghetto - G

Title: Dep - Let'S Get It
Album: Child Of The Ghetto
Artist: G
Composer(s): Trevell Coleman, Jeremy Graham, Robert Ross, Al Green, Mabon Lewis Hodges

Lyric:
Really, get smacked silly, you get smacked silly
Fucking with these niggas from the, what you gonna do
When you ready, shit I was born ready
And I was all ready on fish and spaghetti

Creep with the culture, rap I can coach ya, attack like a vulture
If I said I get cha, wearing it I'll fit ya, y'all thirteen inches
I see the big picture, if it's to get richer, I'd probably get wit' ya
If not burn it, get hot like a furnace

Shoot the video motherfuck city permits
We own the city, on the phone with Diddy
Red bone pretty, when she get aroused like to suck her own titty
Put it in the video, ya wanna holla got to follow nigga here we go

Get you ticket, the train, don't miss it
Won't reach out, and ya bet I won't visit
Till my whole wardrobe is-it listen

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Creep with your people, though my shit is sweet and low it's no equal
Front butch look, once I throw the hook you proceed to get cook
With the game and the soldiers sit
When I came, the game that I owed you one

Wide big Lincoln, why he died on the side for the stinking
Watch the task force task for look Marlboro
It's a big chance, big pants
Might guard him with my man's a type barber

Better learn quick, 'cause my clique don't argue
You ain't my crew, then who are you
For we take off make sure that your seated
Billboard read it believe it

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Soul Controller, rap Itola, kids hate me when they older
I put cracks by the stroller, registered voter, motherfucker quota
Give some baking soda and a quota
Man I flow straight up out the water

I'm break this game till it say out of order
Who's the high scorer, then tear the floor up
On the world tour with your whore out in Europe, head on the tour bus
Do what them niggas them niggas in the drop thinks cooler

All the five quarters, headline supporters
Hitting wives and daughters
Brought a neck spray from Esate Lauders
Call Puffy to order

Ayo, call me Diddy I run this city
Send the cops, the feds and D.A. to come get me
Cats wanna leave me for dead you coming with me
Get head in the Bentley red at one fifty

Straight lose it, love two things my money my music
Might co-write and produce it
Drop mine, hot nine exclusive, got y'all hulking like Bruce did
Deuce it, break backs and stacks it's no problem

Make raps and tracks and go Harlem
Get worldwide coverage, got so many spots
I don't even buy luggage, ya love it
Make moves major, hide out in Asia

If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her
I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators
Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

I be the east side Soprano, Rob Marciano
Flow in their channel with the opposite handle
Forty-five sparks turn your day gray flannel
Snatch the yay of the mantle, the proceed to dismantle

Can't say Rob, how many niggas done tried to play mob
Quit they day job
Tired of putting broke niggas under the wing
If I go to jail again I'm going under the bing

Act like you gonna pull that thing, thing
You the only one who gets played for bling, bling
I represent eight blocks and sing-sing
Almost caught a buck fifty for fucking with Latch in Killer Queens

Moves for paper, moves no chaser
Bullets out the blazer four-fifths with laser
Come and get your shit splitted, newspapers say I did it
(We ain't do it)
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

Make this money
Take this money
(Let's get it)
Ain't no way you can take this from me
(Let's get it)

Ain't shit funny
Shake it honey
(Let's get it)
Take it money
Now let's get it
(Let's get it)

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Pretty Little Girl - Lyrics - Bobby Brown

Title: Pretty Little Girl
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Kenny Edmonds, Daryl Simmons, Antonio Reid

Lyric:
You know a man likes a good time
He likes to wine and then dine
A beautiful woman
And love her through the night
And if the lovin' feels right
He likes to do her two times
Pleasing that woman
Until she's satisfied
But when all the love is done
Who wants love that's on the run?
One good time, but there's so much more
How 'bout conversation, some communication
Someone who loves you and stimulates your mind, baby

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

You know a man likes to have fun
He likes to get into some tender young roni's
As pretty as they come
He likes to love all night long
And makes 'em feel they got it goin' on
Sometimes, it's lonely, 'cause there's know one at home
But when all the peaks are done
Know one still knows anyone
We've had fun, but I need so much more
How 'bout conversation, some communication
Someone who knows you and stimulates your mind

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

I'm not ashamed to say, that I've been that kinda guy
Didn't want no lady, I just wanted a good time
But now, I think I'm ready for love
I need a woman that'll give it up
Someone to love me
And someone to be right by my side, baby

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

Can you give me the lovin'? All I need
And if you give me the lovin', I'll give you all of me
'Cause I need a woman, to care for me
To love me, to squeeze me
And someone to be right by my side, baby

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time, all of her life

A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a woman
I need the kinda girl who keeps on
Usin' her mind all of the time, baby
A pretty little girl just ain't gonna get it
I need a good strong woman, who'll keep love comin'
All of the time

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The Testimony - Lyrics - Mack 10

Title: The Testimony
Artist: Mack 10
Composer(s): Andrew Ii Price, Dedrick Rolison, Theron Otis Feemster

Lyric:
Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

If the Devil wasn't alive, Mack would be stressed
Riding around town in a bulletproof vest
Police everywhere amour cars and shh
Worried about being another victim of a hit

But my relationship too strong for real I'm a saint
A child of God and if you hate me then you ain't
Be the only G I know to take it all with no triggers
So I put my faith in Him and never no niggas

As a result of that I'm cool, seem like I'm never nervous
So catch me Sunday mornings in that 8:30 service
Told me ride with me son and I'll never leave you lonely
Yeah, troubles for a reason, 'cause now you got a testimony

Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

Most people get outrageous when they hit they knees
But I'm a thank you for the simple things the grass and the trees
I'm grateful for everything my fame and good wealth
I'm blessed with good money but most of all with good health

God, if they don't think I'm sincere, they don't know me, never knew me
And I tear up every time I think how good You been to me
I should of lost a few times and walked away without any pay
But I got favored with You and You gave it to me anyway

So when you blind in a situation believe, He can show you
And if you ever need a hug then just believe He can hold you
So turn to the Lord for He's the best to consult you
And that's the realest thing that Mack 10 ever told you

Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

Thank You for letting me conquer my enemies and they plots
And thank You for letting my momma survive them five shots
It was up close and personal a lot for a kid to see
All the stuff I been through how could I not be a G

I know you got a purpose for me, it ain't no if ands or maybes
God in case I never told You, I want to thank You for my babies
Although I'm a gangster, rapper I'm pretty smart and well rounded
I never sell my soul and I promise to stay grounded

He said all you got to do is just speak it and believe it
And everything I prayed for, I eventually receive it
While the Devil work overtime, the suckers stay doubting You
I'm aware of all my blessings and I know I'm nothing without You

Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

Life is driving me crazy
Everything ain't all gravy
If it ain't one thing, it's another
Why me, I believe in karma
So I know that answer is coming back on me

When we were born we were just wrapped up with favor
Didn?t say we were perfect, didn?t say we didn?t make mistakes
Didn?t say we didn?t put up a little bit
But we were just wrapped up in favor

Hallelujah, mmm
I wish I had somebody in here that knew you were highly in favor
[Incomprehensible] like you would hold on
In the end not only did He give you favor
But then He dropped a dream in your [Incomprehensible]

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