Ludacrismas - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Ludacrismas
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Gene Autry, Christopher Bria Bridges, Oakley Haldeman, Todd Daniel Moore

Lyric:
Ho, ho, ho, Merry Christmas

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins

Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
Santa Claus comes to town

Yeah, I tell 'em all I want for Christmas is two gold front teeth
And ten carat diamonds on a fat gold wreath
That I could wear around ma neck, get money in respect
Tell Santa Claus to bring a ten million dollar check

So I could spread a lil' cheer, fly a couple leers
Eat a lil' chicken, drink a couple beers
Kick back and just chill like a player would do
Remix all the Christmas carols then I play 'em for you

Luda, turn it up until I wake up all the neighbors
They say that I'm a nuisance but I say they all some haters
Just because I'm poor they always calling me a faker
And 'cause my Christmas tree decorated in toilet paper

But little do they know, they bout to see a show
'Cause when they come up out the house
I'm gonna blast 'em with some snow
Frosty's never seen nothing quite like this
And St. Nick's never seen nothing quite like 'Cris
So um

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins

Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
Santa Claus comes to town

Yeah, chestnuts roasting on the fire in the hill
Down below we firing up the barbecue grills
Ice skating in the drive way, I'ma do it my way
Eggnogs got daddy swerving on the highway

Chains on the tires, ice up on the window
10 degrees Fahrenheit, freezing as the wind blow
Help me take my boots off and my snow suit off
Get up in the house and my nose is redder than Rudolph's

I think I need some help with the buckle on my belt
And if Santa doesn't show I want his cookies and his milk
Tell him I need a jacket, New Jordans and a Xbox
New suits for church and a couple pairs of dress socks

Stuff my stockin' with Jolly Ranchers and candy canes
Invite my aunties and uncles, let's do the family thing
Meanwhile I'm hoping Santa got my wish list
So I could wake up to a very Merry Christmas

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins

Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
Santa Claus comes to town

Oh yeah, I hear the sleigh bells ringing and the jingle bells rock
Santa never seen the jingle bells on my block
I hear he's making that list, checking the thing twice
I guess it's prolly 'cause I been naughty not nice

But I'ma straighten up my act, get up on track
Make a couple bucks and buy mama a Cadillac
And then maybe Santa Claus will come around my way
So all the kids on my block can look up and say, hey

Here comes Santa Claus, here comes Santa Claus
Right down Santa Claus lane
All his reindeer, all his reindeer
Pulling on the reins

Bells are ringing, children singing
Bells are ringing, children si
B-bells are, b-bells are ringing, children singing
Santa Claus comes to town

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Jesus Loves The Little Children - Lyrics - Rebecca St. James

Title: Jesus Loves The Little Children
Artist: Rebecca St. James
Composer(s): George Frederick Root, Clare Herbert Woolston

Lyric:
Yeah, oh ooh yeah
Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They're all precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world

Whether you're rich or whether you're poor
It matters not to Him
He remembers where you're going
Not where you've been

Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They're all precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world

If you're heart is troubled
Don't worry, don't you fret
He knows that you have heard his call
And he won't forget

Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They're all precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world

All around the world tonight
His children rest assured
That He will watch and He will keep us
Safe and secure

Jesus loves the little children
All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They're all precious in His sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world

All the children of the world
Red and yellow, black and white
They're all precious in his sight
Jesus loves the little children of the world
Oh yeah

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We'Re All God'S Children - Lyrics - Alan Jackson

Title: We'Re All God'S Children
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Bobby Braddock

Lyric:
Here comes a Baptist, here comes a Jew
There goes a Mormon and a Muslim too
I see a Buddhist and a Hindu
I see a Catholic and I see you

We're all God's children
We're all God's children
We're all God's children
Why can't we be one big happy family?

You like the day and I like the night
He's into country and he's isn't quit
There's folks on the left and the far right
But that doesn't mean that we have to fight

We're all God's children
All God's children
Yeah, we're all God's children
Why can't we be one big happy family?

White folks, yellow folks, black and tan
On the same planet in the same plan
A feminist woman and a he man
We're all playin' the magic hand

We're all God's children
We're all God's children
Oh, we're all God's children
Why can't we be one big happy family?

We're all God's children
All God's children
Yeah, we're all God's children
Why can't we be one big happy family?

We're all God's children
All God's children
We're all God's children
Why can't we be one big happy family?

We're all God's children
We're all God's children
Yeah, we?re all God's children
Why can't we be one big happy family?

We're all God's children
We're all God's children
We're all God's children

We're all, black and white
We're all precious in his sight

We're all God's children
We're all God's children
We're all God's children
Why can't we all be one big happy family?

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All His Children - Lyrics - Kitty Wells

Title: All His Children
Artist: Kitty Wells
Composer(s): A Bergman, M Bergman, H Mancini

Lyric:
When you're standing alone with the mountains and the sea
Where the arms of the world are opened wide
Where the truth is as plain as the falling rain
And as sure as the time and the tide

You know we're all his children
His next of kin that's the way it's began
No matter where you're going or where you've been
You're part of the family of men

When you walk down the road and the sun is on your side
With the sweet river breeze for your face
Though you don't hear a sound as you look around
Everything sort of fall into place

You know we're all his children
His next of kin that's the way it's began
No matter where you're going or where you've been
You're part of the family of men

You know we're all his children
His next of kin that's the way it's began
No matter where you're going or where you've been
You're part of the family of men

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All His Children - Lyrics - Charley Pride

Title: All His Children
Artist: Charley Pride
Composer(s): H Mancini, A Bergman, M Bergman

Lyric:
When you're standing alone
With the mountains and the sea
Where the arms of the world open wide
Where the truth is as plain as the falling rain
And as sure as the time and the tide

You know we're all His children
His next of kin, that's the way it began
No matter where you're going or where you've been
You're part of the family of men

When you walk down the road
And the sun is on your side
With the sweet river breeze for your face
Where you don't hear a sound as you look around
Everything sort of falls into place

You know we're all His children
His next of kin, that's the way it began
No matter where you're going or where you've been
You're part of the family of men

You know we're all His children
His next of kin, that's the way it began
No matter where you're going or where you've been
You're part of the family of men

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We Can'T Do It Alone - Lyrics - Van Zant

Title: We Can'T Do It Alone
Artist: Van Zant
Composer(s): Brett James, Donnie Van Zant, Johnny Van Zant

Lyric:
I wear this cross 'cause I believe
He shed His precious blood so I'd be saved
And daddy had to gold one just like me
But when he died he wore it to his grave
I wear this cross 'cause I believe
He shed His precious blood so I'd be saved
And daddy had a gold one just like me
But when he died he wore it to his grave

He said, ?Don't you cry, son
'Cause in the long run we'll all be together again?

'Cause we're all God's children
Sinners tryin' to make it to the light
Ain't no easy livin' so hold on to one another
We're all sisters, we're all brothers
Just tryin' to find our way back home
You know we can't do it alone
No, no, no, no, no

Now I see the world through my child's eyes
And I wonder where it's all gonna go
Things are hard, these are troubled times
You know the devil's always tryin' to steal your soul

And the older I get, the more I see that
More love is always what we need

'Cause we're all God's children
Sinners tryin' to make it to the light
There ain't no easy livin' so hold on to one another
We're all sisters, we're all brothers
Jut tryin' to find our way back home

And we can't do it alone
And no one can be that strong
We can't make it on our own
Oh, we can't do it alone

'Cause we're all God's children
Sinners tryin' to make it to the light
There ain't no easy livin' so hold on to one another
We're all sisters, we're all brothers
Just tryin' to find our way back home
And we can't do it alone

No, no, we can't do it alone, alone, oh
No way, no way, can't make it alone
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(No, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no, no, no
(No, no, no, no, no)

No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no

He said, ?Don't you cry, son
'Cause in the long run we'll all be together again?

'Cause we're all God's children
Sinners tryin' to make it to the light
Ain't no easy livin' so hold on to one another
We're all sisters, we're all brothers
Jut tryin' to find our way back home
You know we can't do it alone
No, no, no, no, no

Now I see the world through my child's eyes
And I wonder where it's all gonna go
Things are hard, these are troubled times
You know the devil's always tryin' to steal your soul

And the older I get, the more I see that
More love is always what we need

'Cause we're all God's children
Sinners tryin' to make it to the light
There ain't no easy livin' so hold on to one another
We're all sisters, we're all brothers
Jut tryin' to find our way back home

And we can't do it alone
And no one can be that strong
We can't make it on our own
Oh, we can't do it alone

'Cause we're all God's children
Sinners tryin' to make it to the light
There ain't no easy livin' so hold on to one another
We're all sisters, we're all brothers
Just tryin' to find our way back home
And we can't do it alone

No, no, we can't do it alone, alone, oh
No way, no way, can't make it alone
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
(No, no, no, no, no)
No, no, no, no, no
(No, no, no, no, no)

No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no

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Thug Devotion - Lyrics - Mo Thugs

Title: Thug Devotion
Artist: Mo Thugs
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Maurice White, Kendon Anthony, Phillip Bailey, Bobby Jones, Tre' Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons

Lyric:
We got the Thugs, the Shifters, hustla'z, hustla
(And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug)
Afta Maff, II Tru, and Tre, Tre
(And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug)
Ken Dawg, and Souljah Boy, Souljah Boy
(And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug)

And we are
With Tre
Mo Thug
(And we are)

(Check it out)
Wannabe soldier, soldier, I done told ya, Mo Thug is takin'
Over situations, even though it seems playa haters everywhere
But that's an everyday thang, so I continue to stack my green
I mean that I love it, I'm

Above it, can you feel a realer Mo Thuggish ruggish bandit
That'll peel ya drill ya?
Can get passed that nigga Krayzie Bone, who stays strapped
Be havin' much love for ya real strong

Got faith in God can't go wrong
Gotta hold on, headstrong, givin' up props to the double glock
'Cause the way we kickin' it just won't stop
Mo Thuggin', always makin' shots

Everybody, hook up with somebody, we havin' a party
We out 'til we pass out
Until it be over, I'll be up, so come on over
We doin' this every day, and it's all day

So, follow me if you wanna feel the love, love
We havin' a hell of a party
Parlay, parlay, hey, this could be another wonderful day
You figured remain, maintain, ain't changed
Mo Thug it's the same name

If we got the pops, we'll thug the block
Baby, without the shots, the shots
We can't stop, won't stop
Want to receive a everything you see a Swisha sweeta
Creep up, won't ya, fly for the sky with me? Come on, get high with me
Can you please see it's only real when you ride with me, ride with me

We are havin' a party
(Party)
We havin' a party, we havin' a party
Party, party
Thug Devotion, thug Devotion

Blessin' all the children
And God bless all his children
We got it all for ya
(All for ya)
Freely spoken thugs in motion

Can you feelin' my magic? Lettin' ya have it
Comin' with the automatic weapon status
All of my thugs is here for your safety
Everybody be glad they had us

'Cause we so thuggish ruggish, and yo, wee good, humble people
(Humble people)
On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony
So peaceful
(Peaceful, peaceful)

And I know I can reach those, blowin' this instrumental wide open
Makin' examples out of weak soldiers
Givin' you the real thugsta devotion
Bringin' my city with me, pin me
Everyday, It's going down in the town I stay

Come around my way, hear the beat to the thugsta sound
With all of my peoples on their feet, now, can I get a
"Mo, Mo, Mo?" We never come weak
(Mo)
We always strong, that's how we roll, roll

It jumpin' once again, smoke is in the air
Playas from everywhere, stayin' true to the game
Ridin' real as well as prepared
Gotta my mind focused on this whole Mo Thug staff, how we dip

And dap, lay a path, and then stay
That's how it be everyday, routine
Playa, grab your green, make 'em come clean before
You hit the scene, you know what I mean
(I know what you mean, know what you mean)

Because it's 'bout the love for it
All the way around Mo Thug puttin'
It down, wee comin' from the C-Town
Round up your soldiers, 'cause it just don't stop
It's all about Mo Thug all the way to the top

You're rollin' with Mo, so, da dum, da dum
'Cause we know how to keep it happy, classic
This is all Mo Thug
(Mo Thug)

This is all Mo Thug
(Mo Thug)
Much love
(Much love)

Thug devotion
Blessin' all the children, comin' to ya straight from Cleveland
We got it all for you, yeah, freely spoken, thugs in motion
Thug devotion
Blessin' all the children, God bless all his children

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Thug Devotion - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Thug Devotion
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Maurice White, Kendon Anthony, Phillip Bailey, Bobby Jones, Tre' Anthony Henderson, Willie Lyons

Lyric:
We got the Thugs, the Shifters, hustla'z, hustla
(And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug)
Afta Maff, II Tru, and Tre, Tre
(And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug)
Ken Dawg, and Souljah Boy, Souljah Boy
(And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug)

And we are
With Tre
Mo Thug
(And we are)

(Check it out)
Wannabe soldier, soldier, I done told ya, Mo Thug is takin'
Over situations, even though it seems playa haters everywhere
But that's an everyday thang, so I continue to stack my green
I mean that I love it, I'm

Above it, can you feel a realer Mo Thuggish ruggish bandit
That'll peel ya drill ya?
Can get passed that nigga Krayzie Bone, who stays strapped
Be havin' much love for ya real strong

Got faith in God can't go wrong
Gotta hold on, headstrong, givin' up props to the double glock
'Cause the way we kickin' it just won't stop
Mo Thuggin', always makin' shots

Everybody, hook up with somebody, we havin' a party
We out 'til we pass out
Until it be over, I'll be up, so come on over
We doin' this every day, and it's all day

So, follow me if you wanna feel the love, love
We havin' a hell of a party
Parlay, parlay, hey, this could be another wonderful day
You figured remain, maintain, ain't changed
Mo Thug it's the same name

If we got the pops, we'll thug the block
Baby, without the shots, the shots
We can't stop, won't stop
Want to receive a everything you see a Swisha sweeta
Creep up, won't ya, fly for the sky with me? Come on, get high with me
Can you please see it's only real when you ride with me, ride with me

We are havin' a party
(Party)
We havin' a party, we havin' a party
Party, party
Thug Devotion, thug Devotion

Blessin' all the children
And God bless all his children
We got it all for ya
(All for ya)
Freely spoken thugs in motion

Can you feelin' my magic? Lettin' ya have it
Comin' with the automatic weapon status
All of my thugs is here for your safety
Everybody be glad they had us

'Cause we so thuggish ruggish, and yo, wee good, humble people
(Humble people)
On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony
So peaceful
(Peaceful, peaceful)

And I know I can reach those, blowin' this instrumental wide open
Makin' examples out of weak soldiers
Givin' you the real thugsta devotion
Bringin' my city with me, pin me
Everyday, It's going down in the town I stay

Come around my way, hear the beat to the thugsta sound
With all of my peoples on their feet, now, can I get a
"Mo, Mo, Mo?" We never come weak
(Mo)
We always strong, that's how we roll, roll

It jumpin' once again, smoke is in the air
Playas from everywhere, stayin' true to the game
Ridin' real as well as prepared
Gotta my mind focused on this whole Mo Thug staff, how we dip

And dap, lay a path, and then stay
That's how it be everyday, routine
Playa, grab your green, make 'em come clean before
You hit the scene, you know what I mean
(I know what you mean, know what you mean)

Because it's 'bout the love for it
All the way around Mo Thug puttin'
It down, wee comin' from the C-Town
Round up your soldiers, 'cause it just don't stop
It's all about Mo Thug all the way to the top

You're rollin' with Mo, so, da dum, da dum
'Cause we know how to keep it happy, classic
This is all Mo Thug
(Mo Thug)

This is all Mo Thug
(Mo Thug)
Much love
(Much love)

Thug devotion
Blessin' all the children, comin' to ya straight from Cleveland
We got it all for you, yeah, freely spoken, thugs in motion
Thug devotion
Blessin' all the children, God bless all his children

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Wasted - Lyrics - Cartel

Title: Wasted
Artist: Cartel
Composer(s): William Will Pugh, Nicolas Hudson, Kevin Sanders, Joseph James Pepper

Lyric:
It?s 2:45, the baby takes his first breath
The mother never knew he only had a few left
And the father gets a call in the middle of the night
His breath gets short and his chest gets tight

But he?s sixteen and he?s driving too fast
Takes a turn to the left, it would be his last
Nobody knows what happens if he turns to the right
Nobody in the car would?ve died that night

But he?s thirty-two and invincible
The cancer he had it was visceral
He never saw it coming, thought he had his whole life
Sick in the morning and he died in the night

We?re all so, we?re on the run
But we're aware, oh
Oh, we?re wasted, no, no, no
We?re all wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

He's seven years old, got his bat in his hand
He?s looking for his father and he doesn?t understand
'Cause dad?s too busy, got some deals on the way
His son sits alone as the children play

And he?s eighteen he couldn?t wait to move out
His parents wonder what all the rush is about
They never bothered with his dreams, only thinking of theirs
Wonders why he doesn?t call and why he doesn?t care

But he?s thirty-two and invincible
With everything he is based on principle
He never had a truly happy moment in his life
He didn?t want the kids and he didn?t want his wife

We?re wasted, no, no, no
We?re all wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

We?re wasted
We?re all wasted
We?re all wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

Twenty-three now, got his life in his hands
He?s looking all around and he doesn?t understand
'Cause life?s too busy, things get in the way
We all feel alone every single day

And at eighteen, couldn?t wait to move out
It?s been five years and now I?m starting to doubt
Whether all my dreams are just aimless stares
Looking up to some place that isn?t there

When I?m thirty-two will I be miserable?
With everything around based on principle?
Will I have a clue? Oh, wouldn?t it be nice
To never be alone in this wasted life?

We?re wasted, no, no, no
We?re all wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

We?re wasted
We?re all wasted
We?re all wasted, no, no
We?re all wasted

We?re wasted
We?re wasted
We?re wasted, no, no
All wasted

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The Kids - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: The Kids
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeff Bass, Mark Bass, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
And everyone should get along
Okay children quiet down, quiet down
Children I'd like to introduce
Our new substitute teacher for the day

His name is Mr. Shady
Children quiet down please
Brian don't throw that
(Shut up)

Mr. Shady will be your new substitute
While Mr. Kaniff is out with pneumonia
(He's got AIDS)
Good luck Mr. Shady

Hi there little boys and girls
(Fuck you)
Today we're gonna learn how to poison squirrels
But first, I'd like you to meet my friend Bob
(Huh?)

Say hi Bob
(Hi Bob)
Bob's 30 and still lives with his mom
And he don't got a job, 'cause Bob sits at home and smokes pot
But his twelve year old brother looks up to him an awful lot
And Bob likes to hang out at the local waffle spot

And wait in the parkin' lot for waitresses off the clock
When it's late and the lot gets dark and fake like he walks his dog
Drag 'em in the woods and go straight to the chopping blocks
(Ahh)
And even if they escaped and they got the cops

The ladies would all be so afraid, they would drop the charge
'Til one night Mrs. Stacey went off the job
When she felt someone grab her whole face and said not to talk
But Stacey knew it was Bob and said knock it off

But Bob wouldn't knock it off 'cause he's crazy and off his rocker
Crazier than Slim Shady is off the vodka
You couldn't even take him to Dre's to get Bob a Dr.
He grabbed Stace' by the legs as chopped it off her
And dropped her off in the lake for the cops to find her

But ever since the day Stacey went off to wander
They never found her and Bob still hangs at the waffle diner
And that's the story of Bob and his marijuana
And what it might do to you
So see if the squirrels want any, it's bad for you

See children, drugs are bad
(C'mon)
And if you don't believe me, ask ya dad
(Ask him man)
And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom
(That's right)

She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time
(She will)
So kids say no to drugs
(That's right)

So you don't act like everyone else does
(Uh-huh)
Then there's really nothin' else to say
(Sing along)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?

My penis is the size of a peanut, have you seen it?
Fuck, no you haven't seen it, it's the size of a peanut
(Huh?)
Speakin' of peanuts, you know what else is bad for squirrels?
Ecstasy is the worst drug in the world

If someone ever offers it to you, don't do it
Kids two hits'll probably drain all your spinal fluid
And spinal fluid is final, you won't get it back
So don't get attached, it'll attack every bone in your back

Meet Zach, twenty-one years old
After hangin' out with some friends at a frat party, he gets bold
And decides to try five, when he's bribed by five guys
And peer pressure will win every time you try to fight it

Suddenly, he starts to convulse and his pulse goes into hyperdrive
And his eyes roll back in his skull
His back starts tah look like the McDonald's Arches
He's on Donald's carpet, layin' horizontal barfin'

And everyone in the apartment starts laughin' at him
"Hey Adam, Zach is a jackass, look at him"
'Cause they took it too, so they think it's funny
So they're laughing at basically nothing
Except maybe wasting his money

Meanwhile, Zach's in a coma, the action is over
And his back and his shoulders hunched up like he's practicin' yoga
And that's the story of Zach, the ecstasy maniac
So don't even feed that to squirrels class, 'cause it's bad for you

See children, drugs are bad
(That's right)
And if you don't believe me, ask ya dad
(That's right)
And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom
(You can)

She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time
(She will)
So kids say no to drugs
(Smoke crack)

So you don't act like everyone else does
(That's right)
And there's really nothin' else to say
(But umm)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?

And last but not least, one of the most humungous
Problems among young people today, is fungus
It grows from cow manure, they pick it out, wipe it off
Bag it up and you put it right in your mouth and chew it

Yum, yum then you start to see some dumb stuff
And everything slows down when you eat some of 'em
And sometimes you see things that aren't there
(Like what?)
Like fat woman in G-strings with orange hair

(Mr. Shady what's a G-string?)
It's yarn Claire, women stick 'em up their behinds
Go out and wear 'em
(Huh?)

And if you swallow too much of the magic mushrooms
Whoops, did I say magic mushrooms? I meant fungus
Ya tongue gets, all swoll up like a cow's tongue
(How come?)
'Cause it comes from a cow's dung
(Gross)

See drugs are bad, it's a common fact
But your mom and dad, know that's all that I'm good at
(Oh)
But don't be me, 'cause if you grow up and you go and O.D.
They're gonna come for me and I'ma have to grow a goatee
And get a disguise and hide, 'cause it'll be my fault
So don't do drugs and do exactly as I don't, 'cause I'm bad for you

See children, drugs are bad
(Uh-huh)
And if you don't believe me, ask ya dad
(Put that down)
And if you don't believe him, ask ya mom
(You can ask)

She'll tell you how she does 'em all the time
(And she will)
So kids say no to drugs
(Say no)

So you don't act like everyone else does
(Like I do)
And there's really nothin' else to say
(That's right)
Drugs are just bad, mmm'kay?

Come on children, clap along
(Shut up)
Sing along children
Drugs are just bad, drugs are just bad
(South Park is gonna sue me)

So don't do drugs children
So there'll be more for me
(Mushrooms killed Kenny)
(So, fucked up, right now)

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Papa Was A Rolling Stone - Lyrics - Ladies And Gentlemen CD2 - For The Feet - George Michael

Title: Papa Was A Rolling Stone
Album: Ladies And Gentlemen CD2 - For The Feet
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

Lyric:
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes, I will
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died

I never got a chance to see him
Never heard nothin' but bad things about him
Momma, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Momma just hung her head and said

"Son, Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"

Papa was a rolling stone, rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Hey momma, is it true what they say
That Papa never worked a day in his life?
And Momma, some bad talk goin' 'round town
Sayin' that Papa had three outside children
And another wife and that ain't right

Heard them talkin' about Papa doing some store front preachin'
Talked about savin' souls and all the time leechin'
Dealin' in debt and stealin' in the name of the Lord
Momma just hung her head and said

"Papa was a rolling stone, my son
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"

Hey, Papa was a rolling stone, [incomprehensible]
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Hey Momma, I heard Papa called himself a jack of all trades
Tell me is that what sent Papa to an early grave
Folks say Papa would beg, borrow, steal to pay his bills

Hey Momma, folks say Papa never was much on thinkin'
Spent most of his time chasin' women and drinkin'
Momma I'm dependin' on you to tell me the truth
Momma looked up with a tear in her eye and said

"Son, Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone"

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died, all he left us was alone

Papa was a rolling stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home

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Pretzel Man - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Pretzel Man
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
He's the little pretzel man
He's got his twisted pretzel hands
He's got his a pretzel wife
That he's loved all his pretzel life

And he's got himself a pretzel girl
That they both brought into their world
And watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by hand
And if only we all lived in Pretzel Land

Six days a week, when he wakes up
She will fill his coffee cup
Six days a week he is a working man
He wheels his wagon to the park
He sells pretzels 'till it's dark

But that's the only life that he understands
He's his own man

He's the little pretzel man
He's got his twisted pretzel hands
He's got his a pretzel wife
That he's loved all his pretzel life

And he's got himself a pretzel girl
That they both brought into their world
And watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by hand
And if only we all lived in Pretzel Land

On Sunday, when they go to church
In the seventh pew they perch
They listen to his sermon and they believe
They're grateful for the food they ate

So they put their money in a plate
They've heard of hungry children
And they grieve
(They believe)

So we watch them all twist pretzels by hand, by hand
And if only we all lived in Pretzel Land
If only we could all be like that man
If only we all lived in Pretzel
Only we all lived in Pretzel
Only we all lived in Pretzel Land

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Rambling, Gambling Willie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Rambling, Gambling Willie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Come around you rovin' gamblers and a story I will tell
About the greatest gambler, you all should know him well
His name was Will O' Conley and he gambled all his life
He's had twenty-seven children, yet he's never had a wife

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody knows

Well, he gambled in the White House and in the railroad yards
Wherever there was people, there was Willie and his cards
He had the reputation as the gamblingest man around
Wives would keep their husbands home when Willie came to town

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody knows

Sailin' down the Mississippi to a town called New Orleans
They're still talkin' about their card game on that Jackson River Queen
"I've come to win some money," Gamblin' Willie says
When the game finally ended up the whole darn boat was his

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody really knows

Up in the rocky mountains in a town called Cripple Creek
There was an all-night poker game, lasted about a week
Nine hundred miners had laid their money down
When Willie finally left the room, he owned the whole darn town

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody knows

But Willie had a heart of gold and this I know is true
He supported all his children and all their mothers too
He wore no rings or fancy things like other gamblers wore
He spread his money far and wide to help the sick and the poor

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody knows

When you played your cards with Willie, you never really knew
Whether he was bluffin' or whether he was true
He won a fortune from a man who folded in his chair
The man, he left a diamond flush, Willie didn't even have a pair

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody knows

It was late one evenin' during a poker game
A man lost all his money, he said, "Willie was to blame"
He shot poor Willie through the head, which was a tragic fate
When Willie's cards fell on the floor, they were aces backed with eights

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody knows

So all you ramblin' gamblers, wherever you might be
The moral of this story is very plain to see
Make your money while you can, before you have to stop
For when you pull that dead man's hand, your gamblin' days are up

And it's ride, Willie, ride
Roll, Willie, roll
Wherever you are gamblin' now
Nobody really knows

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Papa Was A Rollin' Stone - Lyrics - George Michael

Title: Papa Was A Rollin' Stone
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): Norman Whitfield, Barrett Strong

Lyric:
It was the third of September
That day I'll always remember, yes I will
'Cause, that was the day that my daddy died

Never had a chance to see him, no
Never heard nothing, but bad things about him
Mama, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
Mama just hung her head and said

"Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

"Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

Hey mama, is it true what they say
That papa never worked a day in his life
Some bad talk going around sayin'
Papa had three outside children and another wife
That ain't right?

Heard some talk about papa and his storefront
Preachin', talkin' about saving souls and all the time
Leachin' and dealing in dirt, stealin' in the name of the Lord
But mama, she just said

"Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

"Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

Say, I heard my papa was a jack of all trades
Is that what papa sent to an early grave?
Folks say, papa would beg, borrow or steal
Just to pay his bills

Hey mama, folks say
Papa was never much in thinkin'
Spent most of his time, chasin' women and drinkin'
But mother, I'm depending on you to tell me the truth
But my mama she just said

"Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

"Papa was a rollin' stone
Wherever he laid his hat was his home
And when he died
All he left us was alone"

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Mason'S Children - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: Mason'S Children
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Robert Hall Weir, Philip Lesh, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Mason died on Monday
We bricked him in the wall
All his children grew and grew
They ain't never grew so tall before
They may never grow so tall again

We dug him up on Tuesday
He hardly aged a day
Taught us all we ever knew
We ain't never knew so much before
We may never know so much again

Mason was a mighty man
A mighty man was he
Always said, "When I'm dead and gone
Don't you weep for me"

The wall collapsed on Wednesday
We chalked it up to fate
All his children ran in fear
They ain't never hear it so well before
Swore they'd never show their face again

Thursday came then Friday
With buyers tall and bright
Mason's children cooked the stew
And cleaned up when the feast was through
Swore they'd never [Incomprehensible] before

Take me to the repo man
To pay back what was owed
If he's in some other land
Write it off as stole

Take me to the repo man
To pay back what was owed
If he's in some other land
Write it off as stole

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Children Of The Damned - Lyrics - Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live) - Iron Maiden

Title: Children Of The Damned
Album: Live After Death (The World Slavery Tour) (Live)
Artist: Iron Maiden
Composer(s): Steve Harris

Lyric:
He's walkin' like a small child
But watch his eyes burn you away
Black holes in his golden stare
God knows he wants to go home

Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned

He's walkin' like a dead man
If he had lived, he would have crucified us all
Now he's standing on his last step
He thought oblivion well it beckons us all

Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned
Children of the damned

Now it's burnin' his hands, he's turnin' to laugh
Smiles as the flame sears his flesh
Melting his face screamin' in pain
Peeling the skin from his eyes
Watch him die according to plan
He's dust on the ground, what did we learn?

Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh
Oh oh oh oh oh oh

You're children of the damned
Your back's against the wall
You turn into the light
You're burning in the night
You're children of the damned
Like candles watch them burn
Burning in the light
You'll burn again tonight
Children of the damned

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Demonstrating My Style - Lyrics - Madball

Title: Demonstrating My Style
Artist: Madball
Composer(s): Carl Perkins, Howard Griffin

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Lyric:
On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot
Dan dropped in about five o'clock
Took off his jacket, said, "The night is short"
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Well, Dan got happy and he started raving
He pulled out a razor, but he wasn't shaving
And all the cats knew to jump and hop
'Cause he was born and raised in a butcher shop

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Well, the cops heard Dan when he started to shout
They all ran in to see what it was about
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this is what he had to say

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
He let us all know, he wasn't scared of the law
The black dog barked, but the boy didn't flinch
He said, "It ain't my fault, hon, that I been pinched"

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Now, Dan was the bravest man we ever saw
He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this was what he had to say

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

"Yeah, it's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone
And I've been Dixie fried"

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Dixie Fried - Lyrics - Rave On - Kentucky Headhunters

Title: Dixie Fried
Album: Rave On
Artist: Kentucky Headhunters
Composer(s): Carl Perkins, Howard Griffin

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Lyric:
On the outskirts of town, there's a little night spot
Dan dropped in about five o'clock
Took off his jacket, said, "The night is short"
He reached in his pocket and he flashed a quart

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Well, Dan got happy and he started raving
He pulled out a razor, but he wasn't shaving
And all the cats knew to jump and hop
'Cause he was born and raised in a butcher shop

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Well, the cops heard Dan when he started to shout
They all ran in to see what it was about
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this is what he had to say

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Now, Dan was the bravest man that we ever saw
He let us all know, he wasn't scared of the law
The black dog barked, but the boy didn't flinch
He said, "It ain't my fault, hon, that I been pinched"

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

Now, Dan was the bravest man we ever saw
He let us all know he wasn't scared of the law
And I heard him holler as they led him away
He turned his head and this was what he had to say

He hollered, "Rave on, children, I'm with you
Rave on, cats", he cried
"It's almost dawn, the cops are gone
Let's all get Dixie fried"

"Yeah, it's almost dawn, the cops ain't gone
And I've been Dixie fried"

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God'S Children - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: God'S Children
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies

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Lyric:
Man made the buildings that reach for the sky
And man made the motorcar and learned how to drive
But he didn't make the flowers and he didn't make the trees
And he didn't make you and he didn't make me
And he's got no right to turn us into machines

Oh, he's got no right at all
'Cause we are all God's children
And he got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good Lord made us all

I don't want this world to change me
I wanna go back the way the good Lord made me
Same lungs that He gave me to breathe with
Same eyes He gave me to see with

Oh, the rich man, the poor man, the saint and the sinner
The wise man, the simpleton, the loser and the winner
We are all of the same to Him
Stripped of our clothes and all the things we own

Oh, the day that we are born
We are all God's children
And they got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good Lord made

Oh, the good Lord made us all
And we are all His children
And they got no right to change us
Oh, we gotta go back the way the good Lord made us all
Yeah, we gotta go back the way the good Lord made us all

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Children'S Story - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Children'S Story
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Shawn Jones, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em
Like pow, pow, pow
Wha?
Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that
It's time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed , I don't wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what time it is
Uncle Mos?
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime story please?
Okay, okay, y'all tucked in?
Yes
Here we go

Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like Hip-Hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little shatan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash"
They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the track for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that presidential I gotta have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his joints was wack
The shiny A&R said, "Great new hit G!
Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to figure
"I'm a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the street when he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio station
But he was runnin' and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def

I slowed the young man down and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door then guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you gotta give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and spanked it number1
He went outside, was gettin' props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the block doin' 83
Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid, "Back down, that playa shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on

Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this story
He was out chasin' cream and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your hands can grasp
Good night

Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out

Another, Mos Def, Black Star movement
Presentation, crumbs

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