Ain'T Misbehavin' - Lyrics - Hank Williams Jr.

Title: Ain'T Misbehavin'
Artist: Hank Williams Jr.
Composer(s): Harry Brooks, Thomas Waller, Andy Razaf

Lyric:
No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with, but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

Now I know for certain, you're the one I love
I'm through with flirtin', just you I'm dreamin' of
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner in the corner
Don't go no where, why do I care?
Your kisses are worth waiting for
Believe me

I don't stay out late, I don't care to go
I'm home about eight, just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner in the corner
Don't go no where, why do I care?
Your kisses are worth waiting for
Believe me

I don't stay out late, I don't care to go
I'm home about eight, just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

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Ain'T Misbehavin' - Lyrics - Peter Cincotti

Title: Ain'T Misbehavin'
Artist: Peter Cincotti
Composer(s): Harry Brooks, Thomas Waller, Andy Razaf

Lyric:
No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with but I'm happy on the shelf
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

I know for certain the one I love
I'm through with flirtin', it's you that I'm dreamin' of
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner in the corner
Don't go nowhere, what do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for, believe me

Don't stay out late, no place to go
I'm home about eight, just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner in the corner
Don't go nowhere, what do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for, believe me

Don't stay out late, no place to go
I'm home about eight, just me and my radio
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

All my love

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Your World Don'T Stop - Lyrics - Az

Title: Your World Don'T Stop
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Blagman, Anthony Cruz

Lyric:
Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sittin' in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

I wake up to them rappin' tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time after June
Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style 'cause I be on some don shit

Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume

Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so nice to me

Plus you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad props
And if I get chopped or not, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, seein' the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, sodomized and turned to gay men

Nobody's playin' drama, prisoners be posted preyin'
On some low shit layin'
Sleep, get your whole shit banged in

Hangin', plus who's to warn you
Out of the hell these inmates gone through
From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you

My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you

I lay low key, 'cause I ain't Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on work release
Prayin' the system work with me

'Cause I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

So, until that day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My mind's more based on makin' my next G
Now, let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a smoother style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and liver plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand

Sittin', tryin' to design these words of mine
To define what occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are signs of hard times
I'm trappin' myself in between these lines

But I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)

Yeah, representin'
(Your world don't stop)
For all the fellas on lock-diggedy
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
From upstate to downstate
(Your world don't stop)

Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

My man, Sincere is in here
(Your world don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be, baby?
(Your world don't stop)
That's we do it
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
...

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Your World Don'T Stop (Original Version) - Lyrics - Az

Title: Your World Don'T Stop (Original Version)
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Blagman, Anthony Cruz

Lyric:
Yeah, for those that's locked in Comstock
My peoples sittin' in San Quentin and Clinton
Rikers Island, Rikers Island, Cracker's Island
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

I wake up to them rappin' tunes every afternoon
I be home soon, I see the board some time after June
Met a couple of convicts that's way beyond sick
It seem they dig my style 'cause I be on some don shit

Laid back, I ran into some brothers from way back
Those I dug we hugged, besides that, black, I don't say jack
I stay in tune with the sun, stars and moon
'Cause behind bars you're doomed if your mind can't consume

Plus spiritual pain can bring forth physical reign
And without knowledge of self how else can a criminal change?
And bein' locked up just ain't the life for me shit is way too trife for me
You're comin' home soon, sounds so nice to me

Plus you can bet I'm bouncin' out with mad props
And if I get chopped or not, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

And in here it makes all end up the same from blowin' backs out
5 to 15, seein' the bean until they max out
Misbehavin', actin' uncivilized like cavemen
I witnessed brave men that gave in, sodomized and turned to gay men

Nobody's playin' drama, prisoners be posted preyin'
On some low shit layin'
Sleep, get your whole shit banged in

Hangin', plus who's to warn you
Out of the hell these inmates gone through
From three halves of a four group doubt if anyone is normal
And over all it's hard to call who would try to play you

My kid from my tomb's caught a carved spoon through his navel
Nothin' can save you, even C.O.'s'll try to grave you
It's painful to even know those who most faithful'll betray you

I lay low key, 'cause I ain't Hercules
Tryin' to get out early on work release
Prayin' the system work with me

'Cause I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

So, until that day I'm discharged and set free, fuck who's gonna sex me
My mind's more based on makin' my next G
Now, let's see, left alone me as a juvenile, no more movin' foul
The penile possesed me with a smoother style

Blessin' my mental with mathematics to map shit through graphics
Fuck it, I ain't with hustlin' backwards
A wiser man with ideas and liver plans
More mature and for sure done saw all my eyes can stand

Sittin', tryin' to design these words of mine
To define what occurs when you're servin' time
Stress just blurs the mind
Behind bars scars are signs of hard times
I'm trappin' myself in between these lines

But I ain't tryin' to see three hots and a cot till I rot
That ain't my plot, baby pop
My world don't stop
(Your world don't stop)

Yeah, representin'
(Your world don't stop)
For all the fellas on lock-diggedy
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
From upstate to downstate
(Your world don't stop)

Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
Don't stop, paw
(Your world don't stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
And on and on and on
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

My man, Sincere is in here
(Your world don't stop)
Yo, free, how it be, baby?
(Your world don't stop)
That's we do it
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)

(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop)
(Your world don't stop, stop, stop)
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Ain'T Misbehavin' - Lyrics - Louis Armstrong

Title: Ain'T Misbehavin'
Artist: Louis Armstrong
Composer(s): Harry Brooks, Thomas Waller, Andy Razaf

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Lyric:
No one to talk with, all by myself
No one to walk with, I'm happy on the shelf babe
Ain't misbehavin', savin' my love for you

I know for certain the one I love
I'm through with flirtin', you that I'm thinkin' of
Ain't misbehavin'
Oh savin' my love oh baby, love for you

Like Jack Horner in a corner
Don't go nowhere and I don't care
Oh your kisses worth waitin' for, babe

I don't stay out late, don't care to go
I'm home about eight, me and my radio, babe
Ain't misbehavin'
Savin' all my love for you

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Ain'T Misbehavin' - Lyrics - Ray Charles

Title: Ain'T Misbehavin'
Artist: Ray Charles
Composer(s): Harry Brooks, Thomas Waller, Andy Razaf

Lyric:
No one to talk with
All by myself
No one to walk with
But I'm happy on the shelf

Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

I know for certain
The one I love
I'm through with flirtin'
It's just you I'm thinkin' of

Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

Like Jack Horner
In the corner
Don't go nowhere
What do I care?
Your kisses are worth waitin' for
Believe me

I don't stay out late
Don't care to go
I'm home about eight
Just me and my radio

Ain't misbehavin'
I'm savin' my love for you

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Party Boy - Lyrics - Alanis - Alanis Morissette

Title: Party Boy
Album: Alanis
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Leslie Howe, Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
You're love ain't enough, ow
You're just a party, party, party boy, yeah
Oh, baby, you're just a party, party, party boy
From the moment I walked into your life
I knew right then it was a serious thing 4U

I got a kick out of your party friends
After a while I found a holiday overdue
Who completely away from you
Oh baby, your love ain't enough, ow

Party boy, you're just a party boy
Ain't no time for sleepin' 'cause you're misbehavin'
Party boy, you're just a party boy
Wake up soon and open your eyes
The time has come to see the light

It took me long enough to realize
That all you give me is a really big broken heart
And I remember how it used to be
There was a time when we could never be
Torn apart and now I wish that we could make a start
You know I gave you all my love, ow

Party boy, you're just a party boy
Ain't no time for sleepin' 'cause you're misbehavin'
Party boy, you're just a party boy
Wake up soon and open your eyes
The time has come to see the light

This world of yours turning upside down
Goin' up and down like a merry-go-round
A rumor goin' on right across the town
Why can't you see it?

I gave you love like you never knew
And you're givin' me nothing but an attitude
And now I'm gonna give a bit of solitude
I'll miss you, baby, oh
Misbehavin' now I'll miss ya

Ow, you're just a party, party, party boy
Yeah, oh baby
You're just a party, party, party boy
I've got to say to you so you listen
Hey boy a goodbye

Party boy, you're just a party boy
Ain't no time for sleepin' 'cause you're misbehavin'
Party boy, you're just a party boy
Wake up soon and open your eyes
The time has come to see the light

Party boy, you're just a party boy
Ain't no time for sleepin' 'cause you're misbehavin'
Party boy, you're just a party boy
Wake up soon and open your eyes
The time has come to see the light

Party boy, you're just a party boy
Ain't no time for sleepin' 'cause you're misbehavin'
Party boy, you're just a party boy
Wake up soon and open your eyes
The time has come to see the light

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Kronologik - Lyrics - Stoned Raiders - Cypress Hill

Title: Kronologik
Album: Stoned Raiders
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Lawrence Muggerud, Ricardo Brown

Lyric:
You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

'91, Cypress Hill burst upon the scene
Three crazy, gun-totin' niggas smokin' weed
Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan
So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill a man
That was about the time we was openin' up for loyalty?
Didn't know shit, we were jus' tryin' to rock the party

'92, a year later, 'bout a million records sold
From doin' shows like lollapalooza on the road
Buildin' up momentum, whilst spittin' deadly venom
Takin' pictures for high times, me mugs and sen
Chillin' with the beastie boys, smokin' lots of weed
But it was time to hit the studio for another LP

'93, black Sunday hits, with critical acclaim
Had a monster hit from insane in the brain
Topped the charts, held the spot, for six weeks to boot
It was a trip to note, that we was the first ones to do it
In rap music, but it was a feat none the less
So we started gettin' paid and I stopped smokin' stress

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

'94 still in the door and we conquered many tours
With Rage Against Tthe Machine, House Of Pain and many more
Was even invited to Woodstock, some niggas from the block
Called up Eric Bobo and half a million rocked
How could all this happen at 24 years of age?
Half a million bouncin' to your shit from off the stage

'95 I was alive and survived so far
Still tryin' to cope with bein' a rap star
'Cos that's the type of shit that can really affect your mental
This was evident, in the way I broke the tempo
With confusin', pain, enhanced illusions
But I still kept my set up with the critics bein' abusive
Even the record company, they became illusive
When it comes to showin' support for the Cypress institution

'96 wit' no support we were still makin' moves
Cypress Hill, in the summer, we were on the Smokin' Grooves
But like every legend every click, someone had to split
So the Dogg left the house, shit was gettin' kinda thick
I was with the electric lady, we was talkin' about babies
But the groupies on the road don't help me from misbehavin'

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

'97 was the trip, it was the year we killed the feud
Between us and Cube, over shit nobody knew
The Dogg came back home but after Smokin' Grooves 2
Chillin' with George Clinton and Erykah Badu
This was a crazy time, we were flowin' off the boo
Niggas on stage, trippin' on the 'shrooms

'98 was kinda great, 'cos it felt just like before
We hit the studio, recorded Cypress Hill IV
But someone dropped the ball, as I still recall
'Cos it felt Cypress Hill got no support at all
We did the last Smokin' Grooves, but did it all with Sen
And the old chemistry, just reared it's head again

'99 I got to recline, because there was no doubt
That the first year was a success, of the Smoke Out
'99 was even better than the year of '98
And Skull And Bones was comin' out, kickin' from the gate

Two-thousand fifteen million records sold
They broke the mold, but there's others along the road
But we still keep rollin' on from Heaven to Atlantis
Droppin' shit in English and makin' albums in Spanish

Two-thousand and one! God damn, who knows what's in store?
Just as long as motherfuckers know, who's knockin' on the door
We remain unjaded and still we go unfaded
See how long we made it and never been outdated

We ain't goin' out, motherfucker
That's right, fuck that!
You don't know
That's big time Cypress Hill
Motherfuckin' renovators up here

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

You don't know no real shit, nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
We numb niggas, ya don't feel shit, nigga
You ain't on no real shit, nigga

It's the real
Nigga, nigga
Ni-ni-nigga
This the original Cypress Hill shit, nigga
Nigga, nigga
Nigga
Cypress, nigga!
Yeah!

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Let'S Dance - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Let'S Dance
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): David Bowie, Craig David, Fraser T Smith

Lyric:
I don't know about you
But if you're feeling the groove
You know what you gotta do
It's got to be funky

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

Hit the floor, show me what you workin'
Sequins on your skirt, accentuates all of your curves and
Girl you know I'm likin' all the things you're doin'
Specially when them other girls be checkin' out your moves and

Girl, I want in, the way you turnin' me on I can't even begin
You so hot like you come straight out of the kitchen
When you dip it down low 'cos we trippin'
'Cos now other guys be lookin' at you
'Cos you're so damn fine, really blows my mind
Girl, it's all about you, so what we gonna do

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

On the floor as I pull you close in
Hands all up my back with my arms
Wrapped around your waist and
Temperature be risin' beat straight hypnotizin'
Ain't no time for talkin', girl
Let's keep this whole thing movin'

Know what I'm sayin'
Hop in then we be just straight up misbehavin'
Girl, you makin' me hard what a feelin'
Especially when you spin around, rub up on my
(Beep)

And I ain't even playin'
(That's right)
So many things I wanna do
(Tonight)

You make we wanna go home with you
(That's right)
So maybe they all like to think it through
But right now, it's all about me and you so

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

The way that you move, it's got me feenin' for more
The glare of the strobe lights getting down on the floor
Syncopated reactions girl well that's how I do
But it ain't about me no it's all about you

Don't want this to stop so let the record just play
Till the crowd wants the re-wind, get it from the DJ
Girl I wish that we didn't have no clothes on at all
But before we head to the door

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
Let's dance

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Hot Stuff - Lyrics - Craig David

Title: Hot Stuff
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): David Bowie, Craig David, Fraser T Smith

Lyric:
I don't know about you
But if you're feeling the groove
You know what you gotta do
It's got to be funky

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

Hit the floor, show me what you workin'
Sequins on your skirt, accentuates all of your curves and
Girl you know I'm likin' all the things you're doin'
Specially when them other girls be checkin' out your moves and

Girl, I want in, the way you turnin' me on I can't even begin
You so hot like you come straight out of the kitchen
When you dip it down low 'cos we trippin'
'Cos now other guys be lookin' at you
'Cos you're so damn fine, really blows my mind
Girl, it's all about you, so what we gonna do

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

On the floor as I pull you close in
Hands all up my back with my arms
Wrapped around your waist and
Temperature be risin' beat straight hypnotizin'
Ain't no time for talkin', girl
Let's keep this whole thing movin'

Know what I'm sayin'
Hop in then we be just straight up misbehavin'
Girl, you makin' me hard what a feelin'
Especially when you spin around, rub up on my
(Beep)

And I ain't even playin'
(That's right)
So many things I wanna do
(Tonight)

You make we wanna go home with you
(That's right)
So maybe they all like to think it through
But right now, it's all about me and you so

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

The way that you move, it's got me feenin' for more
The glare of the strobe lights getting down on the floor
Syncopated reactions girl well that's how I do
But it ain't about me no it's all about you

Don't want this to stop so let the record just play
Till the crowd wants the re-wind, get it from the DJ
Girl I wish that we didn't have no clothes on at all
But before we head to the door

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
Let's dance

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Hot Stuff (Let'S Dance) - Lyrics - Trust Me - Craig David

Title: Hot Stuff (Let'S Dance)
Album: Trust Me
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): David Bowie, Craig David, Fraser T Smith

Lyric:
I don't know about you
But if you're feeling the groove
You know what you gotta do
It's got to be funky

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

Hit the floor, show me what you workin'
Sequins on your skirt, accentuates all of your curves and
Girl you know I'm likin' all the things you're doin'
Specially when them other girls be checkin' out your moves and

Girl, I want in, the way you turnin' me on I can't even begin
You so hot like you come straight out of the kitchen
When you dip it down low 'cos we trippin'
'Cos now other guys be lookin' at you
'Cos you're so damn fine, really blows my mind
Girl, it's all about you, so what we gonna do

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on
Shakin' all that
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

On the floor as I pull you close in
Hands all up my back with my arms
Wrapped around your waist and
Temperature be risin' beat straight hypnotizin'
Ain't no time for talkin', girl
Let's keep this whole thing movin'

Know what I'm sayin'
Hop in then we be just straight up misbehavin'
Girl, you makin' me hard what a feelin'
Especially when you spin around, rub up on my
(Beep)

And I ain't even playin'
(That's right)
So many things I wanna do
(Tonight)

You make we wanna go home with you
(That's right)
So maybe they all like to think it through
But right now, it's all about me and you so

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor, no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Let's dance)

The way that you move, it's got me feenin' for more
The glare of the strobe lights getting down on the floor
Syncopated reactions girl well that's how I do
But it ain't about me no it's all about you

Don't want this to stop so let the record just play
Till the crowd wants the re-wind, get it from the DJ
Girl I wish that we didn't have no clothes on at all
But before we head to the door

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
(Oh)

(Let's dance)
Get on the floor no need to hold back
Sexy thong, mini-skirt, stilettos on, shakin' all that
(And all that)
(Let's dance)

What you doin' to me, girl?
I can't hold back
Some hot stuff is all that I need
So why we waitin'?
Let's dance

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Comin Thru' - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Comin Thru'
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Andre Weston, Willie Hines, George Spivey

Lyric:
Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

Well yo, it's 1995 this the way my crew troop
I be the krayzie drayzie come to put'cha on the scoop
Like, to be a rapper nowadays is real handy
That's why all these niggas wanna be down like brandy
They huffin 'n' puffin but still ain't sayin nuffin
I see dem bluffin, they full of shit like stuffin
Uh, without rehearsal my style is universal
And I been drinkin strives before dem commercials
I puff a el every time I gotta write again
So I can climb the fuckin charts like Spiderman

Yo yo, I be the books but don't confuse me with scholastic
Boy, I'll still sink your head like I was St.John the Baptist
Spot-blower especially when I'm not sober
Twisted in the head I'm seein red like October
Yo, the jibber-jabber, ain't a livin rapper deeper
Who get looser than the leaves up in my fuckin
Flavor like twice so you better rise up
Read the off-the-wall styles like ya game of flys up
No ruggle, I'm bout to shove an over
Blunt, where I two-talk, it's New York undercover
And I don't have pity, more raps than rap city
Got styles out the ass so call my raps shitty
Comin thru'

Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

I'm bringin it back wit my niggy, it's goin down no diggy
I riggity rock the miggity mic and got dreds like ziggy
Marley, don't own a Harley, you're what they call me
Kickity krayzie drayzie on the mic so what you want g?
I'm rantin and ravin, still misbehavin
See I be causin trouble even since I started shavin
This ain't craig mack but black you know the flave
I briggity break that ass up just like super Dave
I'm kiggity comin with a gangsta like boo boo
I put it thru you, ya stinkity stink like doo doo

Giggity guess who next up on deck for wreck?
Shit is on and my palms don't sweat
Forty days and nights get in some fights
To get this style piece and on before this water mic scored
Dat ass tried to slip a fast one by me
Claimin to represent the murderers like Johnnie
Cochran, but ain't no stoppin when I'm diggity droppin
For dump, forgotten, the low down dirty rotten
Juvenile delinquents cos I still stink wit ghetto flavor
Distortin my behavior (check it out)
Tootz, I'm in it for the panties, fuck the grammys
It's the books, style underground
Lounge with the tootz on some ol' major look-type shit
And when I come thru I'm wit my crew like this
Comin thru

Comin thru' wit my crew like this
Aah, I'm wit my crew like this, comin thru
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Boy what? wit my crew like this
Comin thru wit my crew like this
Uhh, wit my crew like this

(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
Comin thru, what? blowin up the spot, punk you know we never miss
(Comin thru wit my crew like this)
(Yeah yeah, I'm wit my crew like this)
Uh comin thru

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Can'T Front On Me - Lyrics - Pete Rock And Cl Smooth

Title: Can'T Front On Me
Artist: Pete Rock And Cl Smooth
Composer(s): Corey Penn, James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Peter Phillips, Galt Macdermot

Lyric:
Ah, yeah, yes, psychedelic
Uh, come on, this is what I like
It's that Pete Rock and C.L. Smooth stuff
Uh huh, yeah, brothers can't understand
You know I'm about to drop a funky beat on you like this

Hit the war drums that vibrate the earth underneath
Here my people and I come, gotta wake up the chief
Not a pale frail ghost, C.L.'ll wreck the most
'Cuz the Mecca land never had a Leo Africanos

The Sudanian, master of the Mediterranean
And if it's lovely I'm the one you're Skypagin'
Lower than the Mole Man, R and B, you're silly
The only male hardcore crusin' through my city

Rise to the supernova, Swami like Bola
Heavy hitter I consider Ueuker leanin' on my shoulder
Measure like a yardstick, thick at arithmetic
You add it up and I roast a high pick flick

Hit the pitch and then I'm gone as the funk lingers on
I don't publicize here to keep the black race torn
But steady at an altitude where you get the mental food
Not to be rude, here's a fresh pot brewed

Oh, what a web we weave when we practice to deceive
Sparkin' off a trick up the sleave
Pete stocked the bedrock, listen and you'll see
And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me

Yo, you can't front
It's like that, c'mon, yeah
Yes, you know I got to talk
You can't front
I'm tellin' you now
C.L. Smooth and the Rock, c'mon

Many consumed what was locked in a tomb
That I gradually groomed, coming out now smelling like perfume
So take a whiff when I wrap a gift, play ya like a gospel
A logical apostle, collosal

Afro, a cut me like a fade with a Braun
Sport a bald head, but never needed Hair Club for Men
Drop a SCUD, fully-capable, a form in a eclipse
Skips to backflips soon as it leaves my lips

Suave know, I can make the funk turn the habit
Kick the old 45 and I can boogie on static
Welcome to the Brahma Don, pilgrimage to Mecca Don
A prayer for the parish, Soucron Affwaun

'Cuz ain't no misbehavin' when they manage what you're cravin'
Put the "Anger in the Nation" on your station
Anvils that fills the whole circumference
And black people crowd in a mass abundance

To hear Gabriel's horn, blow it like a Naiji
What's the flavor unit with the top priority?
C.L., untouchable with the clip full
Impossibly, the posse can't front on me

Don't you dare front
Don't you dare front
Not on me
'Cuz I'm the man
C.L.'s the rhymer
Right on time
Right on, my brother
Come on, kick another verse for me

You desire the messiah for the entire empire
Total organizer of the earth, wind, and fire
C.L. and Pete Rock unlock the hard rock
Many want to mock and the honey-dips clock

Intercontinental for the residential
Never coincidental, rough on a rental
Count all the bars numeric
Pro-prosthetic if ya let it resurrect the nongeneric

The brother on the cover, yes, a rapper not a singer
If you recognize him, point with your index finger
Shock another flock when I hit the block
God or Devil on the set that's level, labeled as a rebel

In retrospect I detect those incorrect
And reflect the black power project
Supreme 'cuz I chose to never blaspheme
Going to the extreme, place it on a very high beam

And drop jewels for five thousand fools who stampede
'Cuz the proper show stopper's what ya need
So come and get a taste of the dynamic duo
And I'm sure you will agree you can't front on me

You can't front, boy
'Cuz we're the skilled fools
We'z are the funk
The hardcore funk
We ain't no joke
Comin' out to note
Ah, yeah, with the funk track
Sing it, P.

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U Can Do - Lyrics - De La Soul

Title: U Can Do
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Kelvin Mercer, Nile Rodgers, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Dave West, Bernard Edwards

Lyric:
C'mon, c'mon
Bounce, bounce
C'mon, bounce, rock, roll

U can do, whatever you want
Whatever you like, it's your own life
So let me be, to do what I want
To do what I like 'cause this is my life

It's been about ten long years, my skin wreaks
Flavors that your incense couldn't match
We burn slow like syphilis in your piss, accommodated
With the penicill-in, you're listenin' to

This 'Art Official' will keep your shoes moonwalkin'
Soon to talk about, Pop Music
You'll buy it 'cause you chose it
A lot of MC's is really S&M'n

Whips and chains, I maintain like a old jazz singer
Ella Fitz. in any location
Held back in rotation, an apple a day
Only makes a nigga fruity

I eat responsibilities to carry out my duty
Crib in the MD's, I pull it out just to polish it
Make notes if you earnin' or wait your turnbuckle
I stick to gettin' mines like stucco

U can do, whatever you want
Whatever you like, it's your own life
So let me be, to do what I want
To do what I like 'cause this is my life

I'm that full-time rapper, the nickname's Llama
Part-time father if you ask my daughter's mommas
Missin' in action 'cause the action got a fraction
Of the world listenin' to me

Got me travelin' overseas in lands constantly
Got a sea of hands wavin', ain't misbehavin'
But a lot of kids cravin' for somethin' they ain't got
Like the keys to the ride and a pocket with a knot and it's

Holdin' they ground 'til they rot in it
Plottin' it, lockin' it down strong
'Cause it's nuttin' wrong, gettin' your bubblin' on sticker
But too much bubblin' can make you fizz quicker

So watch your stack, keep your fam intact
And pay attention to the now, I'm clearin' the mess
While they stressin' back in the day, I'm at the front of the night
With my crew shinin' light on the

U can do, whatever you want
Whatever you like, it's your own life
So let me be, to do what I want
To do what I like 'cause this is my life

U can do, whatever you want
Whatever you like, it's your own life
So let me be, to do what I want
To do what I like 'cause this is my life

Now, we on top of this like a typical bed position
Peepin' your view, got your whole crew wishin' and waitin'
Makin' dollars out of ten dime pieces
Who be sippin' out the glass suckin' on the lime pieces included

In my pieces I pen the good livin'
And even when we're stressin' from in the hood livin'
At least we're livin' and there ain't no hell in that
Give me a yell in that and go

I wanna see the world ten times over
Dive off cliffs and land on opportunities unthinkable
You sinkin' straight to the bottom while I float in parades
That St. Patty couldn't put up

All my niggaz tryin' to build, then throw your wood up
Design life like PNB gears, so stand clear for the blast off
Last off my chest, peace to Dav West
Live your life to the fullest

U can do, whatever you want
Whatever you like, it's your own life
So let me be, to do what I want
To do what I like 'cause this is my life

U can do, what you want, what you like
Let me be, what I want, what I like

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Club Hoppin` - Lyrics - Jamelia

Title: Club Hoppin`
Artist: Jamelia
Composer(s): Jamelia Niela Davis, Philip Dencker, Jens Lomholt, Alistair Tennant

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Lyric:
Yeah, you know what it is, Bubba Sparx, Jamelia
Me and my folks, it's some truly new southern copenhaniacs
Get your head together, it's on bitch, it's on bitch
All day long, twice on Sundays

It is Bub, in this club
Jumpin' in a frenzy, ain't a lot that offends me
Guzzle to the sip, didn't break the bottle
Things changed girl, I'm now dating models

What can I say, she wanna play
In her European suede, got them blown away
From England all the way on up to Copenhagen
I'm with Jamelia, you know we misbehavin'

Me and my crew, step in the queue
Hot shoes, short dress, time to impress
Over to the bar, get a Vodka
Get it free 'cos I'm a superstar
If you don't know what I'm here for
Yo let me hit the dance floor

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin'
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what?
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'

Next joint blazin', fellas amazin'
Got me open, I feel like I'm smokin'
Came to break it off temptation
Wanna take it off bolt and lock the door
Nobody goin' home
Now get up on the dancefloor

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin', ah
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin', whoa, yeah
Got to get this party rockin', what?
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'

If there's someone here who don't be feelin' on this joint
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know
If there's someone here who don't be feelin' on this joint
You don't know, you don't know, you don't know, you don't know

I know, two burnin' hands, one in Alabama
One out there in England where it's crunk this evening
One the other side of that great big pond
You really think a Georgia boy can't get fun

Love the way this beautiful catty shootin' it at me
Yeah, baby girl, long as you groovin' I'm happy
It's Bubba Sparx and capital triple X's
Do your thing Jamelia, I'm really feelin' ya

Attention people, clear the floor
Me and my girls just entered the door
Got champagne flowin' like H20 and I love the country bar
I'm free for all take ya hand out your pocket
Don't worry 'bout expenses tonight, J's got it
The place to be is anywhere you see me
Look at the time, oh shit

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin'
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin', club hoppin'

It's time to get some of your hands boppin', watch out now
Do a little bit of that show stoppin'
Get a couple parties out my way poppin'
Tonight me and my girls be club hoppin'
Got to get this party rockin', what?
Before we turn it in, we go club hoppin'
Tell me do you wanna go club hoppin'

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Excalibur - Lyrics - Even In Darkness - Dungeon Family

Title: Excalibur
Album: Even In Darkness
Artist: Dungeon Family
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, R Bailey, Patrick Brown, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Ask not what the family can do for you
Ask only what you can do for the family

This is my pledge, this is my pledge to we and all those that come after
Let's talk about it 'posed to assimilate, insyncopate
Euphoric you raw superstitions, appear with information
Hesitation, metaphoric in a solid state of logic

Focusin' on me and the family, gawkin'
Parallel parkin' was a art form
Atilla the Hun, school that I wrote to write
Spoke for some to speak, provided cobblestone

Stole to steal parone, cut the heart up out of Caesar
I protect the black Madonna shrine from seizures
I survived the 80's child killings
Excruciating pain like a root canal without a filling

Forever we, pillars in this stature in this Ascap rapture
Wordplay that will snatch ya, mangle ya mind
Signed upper bull pull, I relinquish
To become forever more Excalibur
To become forever more Excalibur

Caliber unknown, infinite in stature
Indiscriminate fracture, syndicated rapture
Indicated capture, syncopated nature
Defeated we raise the wager no secret, I hate the majors

But they major players, so I'm a gladiatin'
Not so glad we waitin', niggaz is graduatin'
Fuck what flag we wavin', kids is misbehavin'
Parents is worse than Satan, apparently church is pagan

Sworn away my freedom through words that sing my freedom
Rebirth the world of the earth in intent to spin my freedom
Prepared to defend the next-us didn't get in for no Lexus
Didn't get on through connections or to get off my erection

Fuck the soft and the wetness, luck is lost in election
Bucket that caused the detection sent to impossible reactions
Still to much to achieve, we build to much to believe
Fear to much to receive, appear before you achieve

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

Guess I was wrong, [Incomprehensible] sworn
Promise to make it show that, the legend of dungeon live on
Even knowledge I known and heights I flown
I alone can't snatch the sword up out the stone

The charged chastities here, have to cock outta fear
Matter of fact, I apologize
Lyric far, witness to suck the star
May the force be with us, for we are

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

Eyes'll have you so puffed up until you eventually flow up
And bust on their or buck to their [Incomprehensible]
Drag the slayer, oh we ain't forgot about you playa
You still don't weigh enough, I gotcha beat off the rip
From the jump, keep it still to relapse on that junk

Pump fake, off ya feet
Fall on this sword ya beat with eggs on ya face
Amazing grace, how sweet it is the shit we spit
Thicker still, niggaz don't deserve to live

It's gettin' so goosy where a girl
Can kill her baby the next day by takin' a pill
Breakin' off beat, when they blow the horns
They open up the rest of them seals

Out wit yo' head for not keepin' the ears real
Walkin' through the valley of the drop
Bone lookin' for my damn drone
Where ya at? I see ya, I see ya
Come on let's get 'em dawg come on

If I got one my nigga you got one
He got one, they got one
Them motherfuckers gon' make them a damn gun

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur
We are the few, we are the strong
We are the proud holders of the Excalibur

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Forever - Lyrics - Cocky - Kid Rock

Title: Forever
Album: Cocky
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Matthew Shafer, Frederick Beauregard

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Lyric:
Oh, I'm back the fog is lifted
The earth is shifted and raised the gifted
You knew I'd be back so pack your bone
And hit the road jack 'cuz daddy's home

With the funky hot riffs, tick like Al Rocker
Pumpin' out hits, gettin' chips like Oprah
Bitch, I told ya, do not hate
Or question the music I make

I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock

I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

The junkies are still cigar puffin'
Still the same 'cuz I ain't changed nothin'
Huffin' and puffin' I got you rookie
All in check doin' the redneck boogie

The king is back to retract the whack
Repacked my sack with a double back pack
Forget all that I'm still singing
And like kids on monkey bars I'm still swingin'

Thought I got dusty, thought I'd get rusty
Thought I'd get rich and quit oh, he must be fat and ugly
Broke black and blue
But I'm trim fit rich and I'm back for round two

Red white and the Pabst blue ribbon
Dead right that's how I'm livin'
Givin' you more than the frauds and fakes
They can't make the kind of music I make

I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock

I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

The black hat is back in original form
The legible, credible, inevitable storm
Way past the norm still misbehavin'
Finger in the air and the flag still wavin'

Young crones don't test the boss
'Cuz I got this sewn like Betsy Ross
You can floss and front, you can taunt and tease
But you can't fuck with rhymes like these

Thumpin' like a drum kit with riffs that split picks
Pumpin' for the kids who twist spliffs and sip fifths
I got the gift I'm about to unwrap it
8 ball side pocket, 8 ball in my jacket

Pussy and blow you now how I live
Can't say that kid, fuck off I just did
Watch me twirl like Earl the Pearl
Or just keep on Kid Rocking in the free world

I make punk rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I get you higher than a tree top
You wanna roll with the Kid Rock

I make southern rock and I mix it with the hip hop
I got money like Fort Knox
I'll forever be the Kid Rock
Forever

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever

Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Forever

Punk rock
Forever
Hip hop
Forever

Southern rock
Forever
Kid rock
Forever

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Feel Like An Enemy - Lyrics - Genius

Title: Feel Like An Enemy
Artist: Genius
Composer(s): Gary Grice, Thomas Cassidy, Virgil Ruff, Ch'Ron Smith, Ronald Bean, Walter Reed

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yo

I'm like a whirlwind spinnin' with words of wisdom
In the ghetto only promised a hearse and system
We complete like the solar system
Play your space, I get hungry off of treble and bass and beat breaks

Everyday be a court date recorded on tape
Hell Raizah grab the mic and send your show to a wake
Cut off a snakehead the same way I cut off dead weight
We negotiate with 38's in a no face

GZA came wit the Liquid Swords killin' you all
I'm the virus in the street that'll get in your paws
See me jumpin' outta four-doors wit my road dogs
All you soldiers want wars when you don't know laws

You be a rap fraud, knock you off the top of Billboard
Besides keyboards, only thing I love is the Lord
G-G Maccabees, K-P-P rapidly
Aiyyo Prodigal, niggas is charged wit blasphemy

And all that hard rock shit
(Charged with blasphemy)
And if you're feelin' like an enemy
(Come after me)

I heard the sweet words from sour tongues
Vent poison in the ears of the Grown-z's dead head for years
Shed a tear for the underwear under the stairs
Left naked in the shame from hunger and fear

Shots were fired in the darkest moments
Niggas missed they targets, hit the homeless when the chrome spit
Sacreligious, days of atonement
Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone with

Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs
Drunk a cup of blood
We trained the same time Peter sprayed a slug
We all trapped in this dream scared to wake up

I seen a phantom whisper, grim shadows, shows a blurry picture
Streets are filled wit goons and bloody niggas
I seen my friend fall, clutchin', holdin' his stomach
Caught him off-guard, foldin' his hundred
It's like a life never ends, never know when it's comin'

Vocal imbalance, a code of silence converses violent
Live from medallion, nometry dealin' equality
You could stop to see profiles of me
Mic styles of me, lifestyles of me

Parallel prophecy, three-sixty degree
Complete the formation, salute the salvation
A Wu nation, do the knowledge no hatin'
No misbehavin', lyrical affiliation

Artist in occupation together maintainin'
Brain stainin', metaphor mutilatin'
This generation, a misleading calculation
No elevation, time wastin' and live chasin'

A day and night crime scene, livin' in the time machine
Blaze a lime green, six on the spleen over some green
Surrounded by crooks, a life with jux and bloody heist
It's a deadly price but the gun fiend for ice price

In this hell puzzle filled with bitches, money and trouble
Stitches, for dummy knuckles crummy fuckin' up the hustle
It's a struggle, in jungle with sin we fondle men
Plus a prison, ain't no division and no religion

And inner city chronicle, thugs get caught up astronomical
Cash phenomenal, blast at your abdominal
Niggas is comical, fuckin' with the abominal
Son, I promise you, you won't live to see tomorrow

Catch a slug in the back of your head at the Apollo
I'm a hard act to follow, rugged Smith like Rollo
(Let's mark that ass nigga)

And all that hard rock shit
(Charged with blasphemy)
And if you're feelin' like an enemy
(Come after me)

And all that hard rock shit
(Charged with blasphemy)
And if you're feelin' like an enemy
(Come after me)

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