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Saturday, August 7, 2010

All Of A Sudden - Lyrics - Some People's Lives - Bette Midler

Title: All Of A Sudden
Album: Some People's Lives
Artist: Bette Midler
Composer(s): Nathalie Archangel, Scott Wilk

Lyric:
All of a sudden all the past was behind me
All of a sudden nothing stood to remind me
All of a piece I am awake and I can say

All of a sudden I am finding religion
All of a sudden all my sins are forgiven
Now all at once it is down to you and me

I see light over there at the end of the tunnel and
I don't mind if it takes a little more time
Come over here, don't take your hand away
Come over here, take my breath away
Now is the time to say what you want to say
(It's not a dream, this is really happening)

All of a sudden, now baby, it's love
All of a little just isn't enough
All of a sudden, now baby, it's real
All of the riddle comes perfectly clear

All in a moment, I was brought through the darkness
All in one motion like the sun through the forest
Oh, by the grace I am alive and I will live

All of a sudden I am cleared of confusion
All of my happiness is real, not illusion
So many years, I had to seek so I could find

I see light over there at the end of the tunnel and
I don't mind if it takes a little more time
Come over here, don't take your hand away
Come over here, take my breath away
Now is the time to say what you want to say
(It's not a dream, this is really happening)

All of a sudden, now baby, it's love
All of a little just isn't enough
All of a sudden, now baby, it's real
All of the riddle comes perfectly clear

Come over here, don't take your hand away
Come over here, and take my breath away
Now is the time to say what you want to say
(It's not a dream, this is really happening)

All of a sudden, now baby, it's love
All of a little just isn't enough
All of a sudden, now baby, it's real
All of the riddle comes perfectly clear

All of a sudden, now baby, it's true
All of a sudden I believe in you
All of a sudden, I'm fooling around
All of a sudden, I know what I found
I know what I found
I know what I found
I know what I found

All of a sudden
And all of a sudden
And all of a sudden

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Saw A New Morning - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: Saw A New Morning
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Ernest Gibb, Robin Hugh Gibb, Barry Gibb

Lyric:
All of a sudden I saw a new morning
I'm locked up I wanna be free
Out in the courtyard and over the wall then
My friends are waiting for me

Sixteen people are waiting to get me
Hoping to take me outside

I hear the sound of the snub nose behind me
I went along for the ride

Wind in my face and my bones they are aching
My soul must weather the storm
I must run till my back it is breaking
Desperately I must keep on

Sixteen people are waiting to get me
Hoping to take me outside

I hear the sound of the snub nose behind me
I went along for the ride

All of a sudden I saw a new morning
I went along for the ride

All of a sudden I saw a new morning
All of a sudden I saw a new morning
All of a sudden I saw a new morning

I saw a new morning
I saw a new morning
I saw a new morning
...

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Jesus Built My Hotrod - Lyrics - Psalm 69: The Way To Succeed And To Suck Eggs - Ministry

Title: Jesus Built My Hotrod
Album: Psalm 69: The Way To Succeed And To Suck Eggs
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): William Frederic Rieflin, Paul G. Barker, Alien Jourgensen, Gibson Jerome Haynes, Michael Bruce Balch

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Lyric:
Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
Jerry Lee Lewis was the Devil
Jesus was an architect previous to his career as a prophet
All of a sudden, I found myself in love with the world
So there was only one thing that I could do
Was ding a ding, dang my dang a long ling long

Ding dang a dong bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Everytime I try to do it all now, baby
Am I on the run?
Why why why why why baby
If it's so evil then?
Give me my time, with all my power
Give it to me all again

Ding a ding a dang a dong dong ding dong
Every where I go
Everytime you tell me baby
When I settle down
Got to get me a trailer park
And hold my world around
Why why why why?

Ding ding donga dong dong ding dong
Dingy dingy son of a gun
Half my time I tell you baby
Never am I all for sure
Why why why why why baby
Sicky sicky from within
Everytime I stick my finger on in ya
You're a wild wild little town bitch

Now how 'bout ding a dang dong dong dong ling long
Dingy a dingy dong a down
Everytime you tell me baby
When I settle down
Got to get me a trailer park
And hold my world around
Why why why why?

In my dang a ding a ding a ding dong
A sticky sticky son of a gun
Ding a danga danga dong dong ding dong
Why why never know
Why why wack a dong a dang ding dong
Then you take it on the bill
Ding dang dong don't dong
Whoa

I wanna love ya

Why why why, why why darling
Do you do you tell me to play?
Half the time I talk about it all now baby
You know what I'm talkin' about I said
Why why why it'll
Ticky ticky ticky ticky
Son of a gun
Ding ding dong a bong bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun

Bing bing bang a bang a bang bing bong bing a bing bang a bong
Binga bing a bang a bong bong bing bong bing banga bong
Bing bing bang a bong bong bing bing binga binga banga bong
Bing bing bang a bang bang bing bong

Ding dang a dang bong bing bong
Ticky ticky thought of a gun
Everytime I try to do it all now baby
Am I on the run, why why why
It'll ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky ticky
Dawn of a gun
Bing bing bang a bong a bong bing bang a
Ticky ticky thought of a gun

Bing bip bip a bop bop boom bam
Ticky ticky through the day
If you got a doubt 'bout baby
The memory is on the bed
Why why why why why
Darlin' uh it don't know
When my time is on
Might tell me never do it on his own

If my time was all as is yours
Make me burn a wish
When my time with you is brutish
No I'll never not ever
Why why why why why why baby heavy hell
Alone and it's here it's this thunder
The thunder oh thunder oh

Jesus built my car
It's a love affair
Mainly Jesus and my Hot Rod
Yeah, fuck it

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Love Bomb - Lyrics - Kevin Sharp

Title: Love Bomb
Artist: Kevin Sharp
Composer(s): Robert Ellis Orrall, Angelo Petraglia

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Lyric:
Met her on a Monday down at the Blue Star
Where we all hang out
I picked her up at work Tuesday afternoon
That night we were rockin' the town
Wednesday, Thursday, time sure flies
When you're havin' a ball
A perfect match, no strings attached
By Friday we'd done it all

Saturday night under the stars
Huggin' and a-kissin' in the back of her car
I said, "Ain't this the life, what could go wrong?"
When all of a sudden she dropped the love bomb

Those three little words
Set off a chain reaction like I'd never seen
I was shakin' in my boots
When she lit the fuse I was blown to smithereens
5, 4, 3, 2, 1, it hit me like a ton of bricks
She's got a mind to cross that line
Is shoulda known it would come to this

Saturday night under the stars
Huggin' and a-kissin' in the back of her car
I said, "Ain't this the life, what could go wrong?"
When all of a sudden she dropped the love bomb

I was keeping it loose, taking it slow
Playing it cool, wouldn't you know

Saturday night under the stars
Huggin' and a-kissin' in the back of her car
I said, "Ain't this the life, what could go wrong?"
When all of a sudden she dropped the love bomb
When all of a sudden she dropped the love bomb

Oh, oh, look out

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Monday, August 2, 2010

40 - To Da Beat - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - To Da Beat
Artist: E
Composer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw, Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Ooh
(To da beat)
Ooh ooh
(To da beat)
Wake dey ass up, check it
Beotch ooh
(To da beat)

She hit me on my locker, I was off that tropicana
Orange juice and absolut vodka
(To da beat)
Smokin' on a beadie, chasin' it with a fat strike in my
Fresh off the showroom flexing 32 valve North star Caddy
(To da beat)

Gettin' it cricket, slangin' 'em sideways, walkin' up the streets
Residuals, re-enactments, constantly repeatedly burnin' vogues
(To da beat)
Flamboastin', high sidin', turnin' heads, rewindin'
Ain't had the car but two weeks and already need a wheel alignment
(To da beat)

See us bay Negroes is nigger ain't give a fuck
Flip a spankin' new vehicle, tear it up
(To da beat)
We play mind games with tizzy airhead ass hoes, make 'em
Buy us things like diamond ear-rhings and clothes, a, uhh
(To da beat)

P I M P, come V I inch up bitch and pay me
Hoe, ahh pay me uh no attention
(To da beat)
These are the things that you need to know
But just remember Charlie Hustle always told you so
(To da beat)

It's to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha
(To da beat)

Ah-cho-ah-chokin' on some burner, in my little deuce, white interior
Smoke gray exterior, convertible rag top hummer
(To da beat)
Little homey ain't but sixteen years and a millionaire
Sittin' on somethin' clever talkin' about, 40 water can you help me out?
Can you give me some kind of advice
'Cause I ain't tryin' to be up in this bitch forever?
(To da beat)

Told all my motherfuckers to try to wash they monies
And make some kind of good out of bad, buy you a couple offixer uppers
Shit it ain't gotta be no brand new Caddy
(To da beat)
Use da dope game as a stepping stone, let your little sister run it
Turn one of the fixer-uppers into a care home, I'da done it
(To da beat)

Where I'm from, Vallejo California born and raised in crew
We got the highest paid police force, look what they do
(To da beat)
Too busy tryin' to scrutinize and slander me
As much as I done did for the community
(To da beat)

Do me a favor why don't you go out of state and go visit
Some of your family members down South and mention Vallejo
And I bet the first thing that come up out their mouth
Is Earl Stevens and Danell, bump this shit 'til your tape break
And you're a bitch if you didn't buy my last tape, Beotch

It's to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha
(To da beat)

Sahsinister shit, for you to ride to, you got your clip?
Uh huh, aight, then let me guide you into my world
(To da beat)
Straight up, this ain't no circus, playboys and girls
Listen up, we's 'bout to get on turbans, boom boom
(To da beat)

Woofers in the back boom boom! Niggaz and bitches talkin' 'bout
Did you hear that nigga 40 water new shit?
That nigga got the slack!
(To da beat)
You can pat that nigga down with a metal detector
And still not have a clue
Fools be slidin' up in parties on crutches
Limpin', with a derringer in his shoe
(To da beat)

Fuck a Cuban cigar, give me a black and mild
Then watch me tear up a brand new hundred dollar bill
And throw it in the crowd
(To da beat)
I don't need no iron, I'm already crisp
(Whatchu got, whatchu got, whatchu got)
I don't need no money, I got mouthpiece
(To da beat)

Closed mouth tank get fed, dude what you talkin' here, what
All of a sudden you got amnesia nigga
I know you didn't forget who buttered your bread
(To da beat)
Old money but new game playboy and it ain't recycled
I ain't to be toyed with, so don't call me Tyko
(To da beat)

A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
A to da beat y'all, and it don't stop
A to da beat y'all, and it won't quit
Cranks out da beat y'all, voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, deep voice boisterous, make the shit throb
A to da beat y'all, now do it up and say whassup off-i-sah-ha

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat y'all

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat

A to da beat
A to da beat y'all
A to da beat
A to da beat

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Drama Is Real - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Drama Is Real
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Quincy Bailey, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Drama is real, like not wakin' up
Breakin' up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven

Drama is real, like not wakin' up
Breakin' up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven

Drama is real, like not wakin' up
Breakin' up grounds when this patriot thrust
Your mouth is on shut, your emotions are hidden
For you to handle your business, you are more than driven

If you kill it, no more standin' on that corner like a stop sign
Every time you spotted, they call it shot time
Not at the gym but in the grim reaper's hands
You important if a bullet hits, injured your plans

This is not an adventure, but a full time duty
If you seen how niggaz hit the club, they pullin' out Uzis
Sometimes bruisin' and grazin', mostly takin'
No more sleep for the shooter, no more of hangin'

No mo' trustin' hoes, you ain't known fo' ten plus
No mo' smokin' with the homies, no mo' late night clubs
'Cuz the victim, is ready to stick him like a mousetrap
I'm 'bout to rap, you better be 'bout peepin' out cash

This is blood on my Nikes solid, murdered a nigga
The stash spot smokin', I done, murdered a nigga
San Quinn, got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz

Streets are shady, they got curtains for niggaz
All of a sudden ass killers, never heard of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin' a river, we'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga

I ain't met a nigga, yet could fuck with this rap vet
I'm the realest since I came in the game on Kam back
Rest in peace to Mausberg, gotta live with that
Keep the M2 on my hip, I live with that

Eat with that, sleep with that, come get me
Four fifty, put somethin' through your son, Easter basket
Six in your truck, get you each a casket
Put termites in your box, let 'em eat your cabbage

A wife right here, see if she can weave through traffic
Everybody gotta die, when the beef is active
If you know Game, you know I'll never give free passes
But I give choices, how you want it, metal or plastic

Life is real, pedal to traffic, no spots on my tail
Cops on the payroll, show me and Quinn live well
And I can still get a nigga the hill, your bitch as well
Shotgun got mo' punks than shells

This is blood on my Nikes solid, murdered a nigga
The stash spot smokin', I done, murdered a nigga
San Quinn, got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz

Streets are shady, they got curtains for niggaz
All of a sudden ass killers, never heard of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin' a river, we'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga

I see the Escalade, got 'em runnin' downhill, snowball niggaz
We throw vapors out of truck windows, blow our figures
Suede corners out the sunroof, the fifth or the Ruger
Broad daylight, blow the windows out of your Cougar

Move in the S5, plus five, leather dust fly
Spark up a dutch, Game, put niggaz in a coffin, too much
Turn niggaz kids into orphans, too much, in God we trust, nah
Keep the fifth close like Starsky and Hutch

Your daughter cryin', it's just tuck, but so what
Blow the dutch, southpaw bust out your whole fronts
Have you eatin' soup for months, broken jaw, lick your shit out of straws
I guess I got that same ol' harm

I ain't for play, this Game is raw
Specialize in death jackets, here, try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese, 'cuz if you owe
Specialize in death jackets, here try these bullets on

And next time have all my cheese, 'cuz if you owe
Specialize in death jackets, here, try these bullets on
And next time have all my cheese, 'cuz if you owe me
Guns O U T, we all gon' squeeze

This is blood on my Nike's solid, murdered a nigga
The stash spot smokin', I done, murdered a nigga
San Quinn, got a hurt for the nigga, it get worser for niggaz
We take this beef shit further than niggaz

Streets are shady, they got curtains for niggaz
All of a sudden ass killers, never heard of these niggaz
Have your whole family cryin' a river, we'll murder you niggaz
We take this beef shit personal nigga

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Wasted Tears - Lyrics - Hugh Cornwell

Title: Wasted Tears
Artist: Hugh Cornwell
Composer(s): Lionel Rand, Ian Grant

Lyric:
Look around, at the world, now that you're a big girl
I can see tears in your eyes
Well I've been there myself, it's not good for your health
That's the main thing I surmise

Just when you think that heaven is there
All of your friends say life isn't fair
Just when you think that God's on your side
All of a sudden, the news hurts you inside
And that's the taste of wasted tears

There are people who laugh, there are people who cry
Everyday, I am another one
But my heart it goes out to those people who doubt
Can they all be sinners, everyone?

Just when you think that heaven is there
All of your friends say life isn't fair
Just when you think that God's on your side
All of a sudden, the news hurts you inside
And that's the taste of wasted tears

I love the falling rain but I hate my pounding brain
I love the passing year
But I hate the taste of wasted tears
I hate the taste of wasted tears

Anybody can say the world gets better each day
Does it really? Can you show it me?
'Cause the sky can look black as you look down the track
Can the train get past the falling leaves?

Just when you think that heaven is there
All of your friends say life isn't fair
Just when you think that God's on your side
All of a sudden, the news hurts you inside
And that's the taste of wasted tears

I love the falling rain but I hate my pounding brain
I love the passing year
But I hate the taste of wasted tears
I hate the taste of wasted tears, tears

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Eenie Meenie - Lyrics - Slicker Than Your Average - Craig David

Title: Eenie Meenie
Album: Slicker Than Your Average
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Anthony Marshall, Craig David, Trevor Henry, Adam Lyons

Lyric:
Another one, Craig David
Y'all ready for this? Yo

On my way from the studio, drivin' on my way home
Happy 'cause I'm gonna see my girl tonight
Somethin' messin' with my radio
Got to be my cellphone ringin'

I picked it up, it was my girlfriend
But she wouldn't talk to me, you know
I heard some friction in the background
Sayin', that my girl was too good for me, yeah

And I was like what? Why you tellin' my name
Say it again, actin' like how I got nothing to gain
People wanna burn just because of my fame
You better stop before I lose control

Had enough of your friends and I'm letting you know
I'm Craig David and I'm running the show
And you been talkin' a lot of bull baby, you got to go so

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Tell me why you wanna do me like that
Used to give you things now you throwin' them back
Access to the Visa the keys to the flat
Wide screen TV DVD's and that

All of a sudden you be trippin' when I answer the phone
Talkin' all about me in an angry tone
Talkin' all about how I be doing you wrong, you're crazy

Whatever happened to the good girl, the one that was into me
I wanna tell it to your face girl that one of us has to leave so

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though

You know what well, I'm just an ordinary guy
Dealin' with rumors and lies
But your friends keep on fillin' your head with this nonsense
An' I can't take it no more

Craig David, she only after that wage payslip
That's why she got you pullin' strange faces
Trickin' on the C 'til your brain's wasted
She don't wanna be the girl that Craig stays with

She just wanna be there while Craig stays rich
She wouldn't be with him if he was paid basic
She wouldn't be there if he wasn't made famous

She had a gold digger degree, she must have studied for that
Wanted me to get her a mansion with a truck in the back
Filled up with ice then I'm lookin' like honey relax
Looks like you bought the code and we've even got the money for that

All of a sudden you be trippin' on my cellular phone
Talkin' about all of the women that be takin' me home
Talkin' about all of the women I supposedly boned, she crazy

You know what it is you give me attention then you're takin' the piss
She fed up of it, get rid of the bitch, don't be takin' her ish
She wasn't payin' us when you was lickin' the lower lip
Makin' the double fib with your fingers all over it

Trippin' all over you whenever you rock the show
Time to get money 'cause you know you got the dough
And the next time she trippin' from it you drop the phone
You been talkin' a lot of bull baby you got to go

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Eenie meenie minie mo, gonna miss you that I know
Girl, it's been wonderful but I gotta let it go
Eenie meenie minie mo, gettin' kind of critical
Don't wanna hurt you though but I gotta let it go

Another one, Craig David
Somethin' for the club, yo
I gotta let you go, know what I mean
I gotta let you go, what? We out

All of the massiv', listen Sharon, to our little girl, Em
And to all of you beautiful sexy ladies, listen this one
Craig David, sir ignorance, sir [Incomprehensible]
Messiah, catch a fire to all the man who stayed up with us, say, "Bo"
Check it out, uh

You could have been my trouble less type of wife
Could have been the love of my life but you didn't take heed
Didn't proceed to believe what the honeyz all say
That's the difference 'tween me and you

You better go over to the boiler crew 'cause slackness is all you do
Me and Craig, caught you in the venue
Couldn't really believe that that was you
You and the rest of your crew tryin' to get with a boy led the crew
Bubblin' around with the champagne crew

While expecting me to take you back in 2
Baby girl, I'm not into that and that's true
So I'm walkin' away from you didn't know
Where I'll go? Who I know? Where you go? Big it up

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Friday, August 6, 2010

The Infamous Date Rape - Lyrics - The Low End Theory - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: The Infamous Date Rape
Album: The Low End Theory
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Diane Lampert, Nat Adderley, Kamaal Fareed, J Davis, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Peter Farrow, Julian Adderley, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
Classic, classic
Classic example of a, a date rape
Classic example of a, a date rape
Classic example of a, a date rape
Classic example of a, a date rape

Listen to the rhyme, it's a black date fact
Percentile rate of date rape is fat
This is all true to the reason of the skeezin'
You got the right pickin' but you're in the wrong season

If you're in the wrong season, that means you gotta break
Especially if a squad tries to cry out rape
You be all vexed 'cuz she got it goin' on
You don't wanna fight becuz you know that you're wrong

So instead you rest your head on the arm of the couch
Envision in your head of a great sex bout
Worthy opponent, all you wanna do is bone it
You ask can you kick it, she says you can't stick

This is the case, the situation is sticky
Should you try to kiss or head towards the hickey
Not even, you can ask Steven
If the vibe ain't right, huh, ya leavin'

Hit the road Jack and all of that
But if she offers her abode, to drop ya load
Right smack dab in the middle
Get the kitten, I got crazy tender vittles

Uh huh, you know the science, you get buckwild
Runnin' mad games, as if your name was Scott Skiles
Or better yet Magic or even Karl Malone
Regardless who it is, your aim is to bone

If she tries to front, then you start to dis her
If she's with the program, that's when you start to kiss her
Might as well get to the point, no time to waste
Might as well break the ice, then set the pace

You start to talk nasty, now she's ready to bone
Step out of the shower, throw on cologne
All of a sudden, her sugarwalls tumble down like Jericho
She's hotter than Meshach, Shadrach and Abendego

You listen to After 7, break fool after 10
Do your thing at 12 o'clock and when you go again
There goes round 1, ding, there goes round two
Now tell me what the fuck are you supposed to do
What do you know, when the meow is completed
Girly girl cried rape, yo, I didn't really need it

Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that
Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that
Sweetheart, we ain't goin' out like that zulu
We ain't goin' out like that zulu
We ain't goin' out like that

Now baby bust it, if you wanna groove
Me and you can do it, it will be the move
I won't cry over spilled milk
If you won't let me take you to the Hilt

I don't wanna bone you that much
That I would go for the unforbidden touch
I'm not the type that would go for that
I'll have to fetch a brand new cat

Baby, baby, baby, I don't wanna be rude
But I know because of your bloody attitude
I know why you act that way
It usually happens on the 28th day

I respect that crazily
When you're done with the past, can you come check me?
This ain't a joint to disrespect you
Because one head ain't better than two
Check it out

It's a classic example of a, a date

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Run Dem - Lyrics - Broken Silence - Foxy Brown

Title: Run Dem
Album: Broken Silence
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Inga Marchand, Dave Willard Antho Kelly, Dameon Beckett

Lyric:
Whoa, a what de blood claat 'em fool 'em

Who the fuck told bitches they could do what I do?
All of a sudden all y'all bitches got accents too?
Bad gyal, bitches can't do the shit that I do
Sometime a gal figure it cool

I tell a motherfucker this
Some niggaz nowadays move worse than a bitch
And as for this chick, me love bum flick on bad man dick so
Got the pussy, I got the live fo'

I'm a grown ass bitch with my own ass shit
Now hear dis and I wan' chat me a go bustin' a secret
Y'all big botty man, ya have look man bottom
Pussy watchman, you a trace gyal patton

Fuck who, niggaz wish they could fuck me
Like they never seen a hot gyal act like we
Big bumba claat star, push hot car
Big hood, and love back way all day

The way my man fuck, can't even stand up
And when he gets stiff it cum like ten dicks
Take it through my hole right through my appendix
I got a message, why don't ch'all motherfuckers sit on this?

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

Out of all the broads in the game, Fox is the baddest
Picture me fuckin' with a nigga half my status
Bad gal bust big gun and no wan' see me back it
Move ya bumba hole, bwoy gwon mind ya jacket

How dare y'all motherfuckers even spit my name
Cool na man, 'fore I have you X'd out the game
And tell dem all you young pussy like sugar cane
And buck yat take beer owed by queer, oh dem where dat?

Bet you wish you lucked up, and got a quick nut
Wouldn't fuck you if I was horny, or pissy ass drunk
Lucky I don't fuck around and get you stuck up
Waitin' outside your studio, collect your dub bucks

Bitch, fuck around and get that nigga gun buck
Outsider fully loaded with the gun stashed up
In front of Cactus, chrome fo' fifth
And a bag of full clip for niggaz with loose lip

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

How many times I got to let y'all bitches know I'm
One of a kind, can't fuck with mines?
See when Fox in the place, pure hotness a gwan
When I bust wine we na watch ya face, gwan

Ya too fraud, sound ridiculous
I'm the only trini bitch that can kick yard shit
What you know about skin out and bruck out
Like a bad gyal bunny hot style, pop pure style

Look at this wannabes comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why these niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me

Look at this wannabe's comin' around me
Sick of thes fake G's tryin' to clown me
Why you niggaz be tryin' to drown me?
I'm tellin' you fools no one can bound me

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

From a puss hole, dis man we shot down
If a fass hole fi dead man we back down
If a gun shot fi bust man we clap down
An if a riddim fi ride man we rock down

I I Inga I I Inga, Fox Brown, Baby Cham
Look at this, on the beast
Loo-loo-look at this, on the beast
Come in the brown, ro-round me
Ro-round me, fake niggas, fake niggas

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Monday, August 16, 2010

The Shaggy Show - Lyrics - The Amazing Jeckel Brothers - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Shaggy Show
Album: The Amazing Jeckel Brothers
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark

Lyric:
From southwest Detroit
Deep within Zug Island's industrial waste depository
It's Shaggy time
Hey, how ya' doin' down there? On top, I see ya, alright

Waddup ya'll? Welcome to the show
I'm Shaggy like you don't fuckin' know
This is my sidekick, Fat Pat
He goes hahaha an' all of that, that's' right

Anyway, on my way here, I almost died
This bitch in front of me was like a 105
They worry about drunks an' late night truckers
Old ass bitches tryin' to kill mothafuckers

This lady's got her left blinker on for an hour or more
Then she makes a right into my side door
This comedy shit's gettin' old
The game is to be sold, not to be told

You can feel the excitement right?
Snoop Dogg is with us tonight
Haha, thats what I'm sayin'
On the Shaggy Show, shit we ain't playin'

An' that ain't it, also on the show
Another mothafucker that well, some of ya' know
You see him with me a lot, he's like a brother
Violent J's in this mothafucker

I like that kid, Violent J
"Hey Mike", "What's up?", "How ya' doin' today?
"Just great, Shaggs", well that's great
Now let's give a hand, to Mike E. Clark
An' that Gangsta Funk Band

We'll be right back with Violent J

Do your homies have money? Are you broke? Yeah
Do bitches look at you like some kind of joke? Straight up
There's nothin' you can do except get your P.H.D.
Playa Haters 'Degree? That's right, aww, hell, yeah

Player Haters' Academy located on Welfarm in Detroit
Offers the finest in Playerhation tactics
Yeah, that's right, such as 'The Bitch Hater'
Hey man, fuck that fine ass bitch or 'The Look Shooker'

Yo, bitch, I might be ugly, at least I ain't got no money
Or 'The Never Ending Shooting Star'
Just 'cuz he got a car, he wanna be drivin' that bitch
Get your P.H.D and join a nation of Playerhation, word up

Okay, my first guest, he's nutty as hell
He just served a half a year in the county jail
Now he's back, for now at least
Hey, Violent J's in this bitch ass piece

Waddup y'all? What's happenin'?
It's been 6 months an' my dick ain't havin' it
If I don't hurry up an' get me some ass
I might bust this nut on your TV glass

Anyway I'm workin' on my brand new shit
A brand new group with my homies, Twiztid
It's called Dark Lotus, should I play some for ya'll?
Yeah, hell, nah

Now I've been hearin' a little of this an' that
About you havin' some kind of a panic attack
Tell us, um, is it true?
An' when you have one, what the fuck do you do?

Well I'll be sittin' there, enjoyin' a coffee
An' then all of a sudden I'm like, "Get off me"
Then I start chokin' out pedestrians
Until they give me my shot of Calafalestrien

But that's all over now, it's all that
I'm a perfectly normal necrophiliac
Just don't test me or pull strings, forget it
I might grab your neck an' do bad things with it

Well on that note, thank you J, for real
What's up with poppin' one of them Selopian pills?
Take your ass back stage now an' relax
Snoop Dogg is comin' up next

Stay right here, we'll be right back

I like my chili hot, as a matter of fact
I like my chili so goddamn hot,
That you can cook a hog's ass in a spoonful

When a workin' man such as myself wants a little hot fixin'
I reach for that bottle of mamma's goddamn hot chili
Smooth tender chunks with chili beans
Filled with mamma's hot bastard bacon bits

And drizzled with just the right amount of thick savory sauce
Drippin' with noodle nuggets and Texas tough onions
Mmm mmm that's hot, goddamn hot
Ask for it by name

Thanks fellas, alright, yo, we're back
My next guest pioneered the sound of rap
He's come a long way from the L.B.C.
Please welcome Snoop D. O. double G.

Look up in the sky, it's a bird, it's a plane
It's the big Dogg, yo, fuckin' wit the insane
Clowns, get down, nigga, I represent the town
Hey, yo, Violent J let's go half on this pound

I stay gangsta lay fine, I drop the bomb
They call me Snoop Dogg an' I can raise your arm
So any dipsy that disagree with me
Step up an' watch your mothafuckin' ass meet defeat

Snoop, now, you got platinum on your wall
Where all the fools starin' scratch their balls
They wanna be like you, they wanna try ta steal your flow
Now, yo, why is that so?

It's like everywhere I look an' everywhere I go
Some bitch ass nigga tryin' to steal my flow
But I don't pay 'em no attention, oh, should I mention
I'm all about the money an' riddin' in cars with suspension

Bouncin', makin' up corners, smokin' dope
Smokin' that weed, hangin' out with my lopes an' folks
Don't give a fuck about nothin' at all
That's why I'm known to the world
As big mothafuckin' Snoop Dogg, nigga

Snoop Dogg, everybody
Now we gotta bring a close to the party
Thanks, Violent J, my lope
An' thank you, Snoop, for that bag of smoke

Join us next time for the show
We'll have that one bitch from 'Letters To Cleo'
That's it for now, I'm out this bitch
Hey, yo, Gangsta Funk, show 'em how ya' got rich

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Nature'S Shine - Lyrics - Nature

Title: Nature'S Shine
Artist: Nature
Composer(s): N Jones, J Baxter, J C Olivier, S Barnes

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Lyric:
Queensbridge, 41st side
Yo yo yo

I gots no birth records, no next of kin
Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends
Know the weather checkin ten-ten winds a.m
First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose 'cause you gon' lose
I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
Keep showin y'all what difficult is
Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses
Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
Keep the glock by the intestines, 38 waist
Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes
Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes
Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood
And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food
Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain
I rap for math, english, even rap for science
Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets
It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex
New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
Rappin got me two proper nuts
It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach
White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates
Creamed out, dope stashin
For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts
Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops
Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed
Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
I watch the game like it's Saint John's
It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs
Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure
Once I quit, niggas wanted more
Cop my shit once it come in store
The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts
One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Nature Shines - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Nas

Title: Nature Shines
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): N Jones, J Baxter, J C Olivier, S Barnes

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Lyric:
Queensbridge, 41st side
Yo yo yo

I gots no birth records, no next of kin
Know a lot of mothafuckers, got no best friends
Know the weather checkin ten-ten winds a.m
First and fifteenth I'm layin at the check cashing
Think I'm playin, blink and I'm sprayin
Wrong move, ask yourself what leg you wanna lose 'cause you gon' lose
I cripple niggas, from the complex to simple niggas
Keep showin y'all what difficult is
Half the world sayin "Dunn" but never been to the Bridge
What type of shit is that, fraudulence, what's the cause of it
Nature came threw erasing all of it, stop the presses
Goofy niggas ask a lot of questions
I repeat this is not a question
If you don't reply quick enough I gotta press em
Keep the glock by the intestines, 38 waist
Wit a belt, regardless of your stats you can catch a shell

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Yo aiyyo I rap for my niggas and rap for the hoes
Rap when I'm gettin dressed, when I iron my clothes
Depressed, I kick raps that change your whole mood
And somehow stick to your ribs like soul food
Rap for wheelchairs, rap for canes
Ace bandages and niggas wit sprain, stay limpin in pain
I rap for math, english, even rap for science
Gotta try to laugh, keep myself from cryin
I rap for Giants, the Jets, the Yankees, the Mets
It's New York New York, from Clue to Flex
New cassettes stay poppin up, your boo let me throw my cock in her
Rappin got me two proper nuts
It's crazy, I even rap for high school coach
White folks fiend out like in Michael Doates
Creamed out, dope stashin
For those askin, I flow for TV, HBO and closed caption

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo aiyyo
Don't go to Texas, don't go to Watts
Don't go to Queensbridge, nigga don't go to cops
Don't snitch when you're gettin bagged
In the penns, don't bitch when you gettin stabbed
Just hold that, I pose for Kodak's, rose to stardom
Hoes in Harvard, sophmores get knocked off, nigga watch yours
I watch the game like it's Saint John's
It ain't wrong, take a blank piece of paper, a pen paint songs
Type colorful, writin that shit a thug'll do
In the heat of the moment, type to make a sudden move
Some'll snooze, some'll snore, they won't admit that dunn is pure
Once I quit, niggas wanted more
Cop my shit once it come in store
The first week be at the top of the charts, got it jumpin off
Hot verses wit a hundred thoughts
One theme, gettin caught in my zone you'll become a corpse

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

Believe me when I tell you this (Believe me when I tell you this)
There's nuttin y'all can do for me (There's nuttin y'all can do for me)
I don't believe in selfishness, this time I want my crew to eat (My crew)
We comin through a hundred strong (Comin through a hundred strong)
We comin wit a hundred miles (A hundred miles)
Bumpin shit all summer long (Bump that)
We want it dead and want it now (We want it now)

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Hot Rod Lincoln - Lyrics - Allroy's Revenge - All

Title: Hot Rod Lincoln
Album: Allroy's Revenge
Artist: All
Composer(s): Charles S Ryan, W S Stevenson

Lyric:
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

Have you heard this story of the hot rod race?
When the Fords and the Lincolns were settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
'Cause I was drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders, and use them all
Got overdrive, just won't stall

With four barrel carbs and a dual exhaust
With 4:11 gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair

We pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars were shinin' bright
We was drivin' up ole Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they were standing still

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me"
By then the tail light was all you could see

Now the fellas all ribbed me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Well I wound it up to a 110
My speedometer said that I'd hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is, there ain't no more

Now the boys all thought that I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down, I see spots
The lines on the road just look like dots"

We took a corner, sideswiped a truck
And I crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
And the guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas

We had flames comin' from out of the side
Even feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
Down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in the mirror, red light was blinkin'
Them cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

Well, they arrested me and they put me in jail
They called my pappy to throw my bail
And he said, "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

40 - Dusted 'N' Disgusted - Lyrics - In a Major Way - E

Title: 40 - Dusted 'N' Disgusted
Album: In a Major Way
Artist: E
Composer(s): Sam Bostic, Mike Mosely, J Rocker, Robert Lee Jr Green, Tupac Shakur, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
I'm really not all that sure
'Bout when things is finna mature
So let me find me a nigga with a grip
And hit his ass quick with one of them whores
(What's the definition of a lick?)
Taking a niggaz shit
(Hey, put that on sumthin')
I put that on the click, the click

Back to fuckin' work one of the homies jus' got dusted
Time to do some dirt, uh!, I never trusted
Them bustas shot him in the shirt, dead on arrival
Now the town is funky, it's called survival
What y'all wanna do? They got us scuffled
(Bullet high, get in your eye)
If this was a fifth well I be drunk
I'm heated, them niggaz cheated, played me false
We had a meetin', shit 'posed to been squashed

I know this one bitch that'll double dribble and set 'em up y'all
She likes the monies in the middle, play tether ball
Thick ass bitch, high yellow city-slicker
Scarecrow crevice southern bitches, aka posies pussyfictious

Nigga been holdin' guts, but shit on his self and a funky bill
Pullin' out bills, frontin' on material shit
That's when I get to killin' shit
(Killin' shit)
And settin' I'm up and havin' I'm catchin' a couple of slugs
Sl-uh sl-uh slugs, trynta fuck with savage thug

Pistol pop in they ass, see niggaz be gettin' this twisted
It's that bitch that killed ya
Took all your money peeled ya
Seven niggaz bust in the room with AK's
While a nigga be puttin' on his jimmy
All of a sudden they shoot up your Vuitton
Before you can hit the broccoli

See money-a-made that nigga, that nigga didn't make that money
Left them niggaz jacked up, and the bitch she macked him
He's a busta, punk ass nigga, y'all know the streets
That's why that nigga naked layin' dead in between some bloody sheets
It's just a part of the game he didn't feel
Bitches will kill, fuck a nigga, out his last d-uh dollar bill
You don't know that hoe main that bitch can't be trusted
Dusted and di-motherfuckin'-sgusted

It's some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n' disgusted

Let's let of some 203's on the other side of t-uh-town
Draw the attention on the other s-uh-side of town
(Other side of town)
And wait for the po-po shift to change, ghetto shootin' range
Revenge on the r-uh-rebound, war games
Droughts, ouch, lost clientele but I will prevail
By sellin' the broccoli dank instead of the crack cocaine
Try not to steal narcotics
When these punk MC's and bitches be the reason why
The smoke be comin' up out the chow, with my nigga Pac

Dear God, can you forgive me? My future's lookin' sick
I'm in my rag hittin' switches I'm suspicious of this bitch
I keep on, callin', but ain't nobody pickin' up
I think she's stallin', this evil bitch is tryin' to set me up
Came all alone if it's on then it's on
Bust my motherfuckin' chrome, on these jealous niggaz dome
It's a war zone but I'm a man so with gun in hand
(War zone)
I'm on my way to see this hoe you know the fuckin' plan

Can't understand, but the things ain't the same
You could die over these bitches if you slippin' in the game
Niggaz gang bang, but bitches gang bang too
Give up that good thang, and put that pistol to your brain
If you was smart figure, don't have no love in your heart nigga
Any complications pull the trigger, dusted and disgusted
Bitches can't be trusted, you know the rules
They underhanded, she planned it, you fuckin' fool

These hoes out here tryin' to hold a nigga's heart
So a nigga get his motherfuckin'
Balls to the wall
Hey be proud of it when you turn these bitches upside down
What's gonna happen
Uhh, three and a half dollars or probably fo' if a bitch ridin'
Yeah main, them hoes talented
They be fuckin' with mo' MC's than jack the rapper
Aight fuck it, what you say Mall?
Ay, fuck them sheisty ass botches, nigga

The California lifestyle that I live
Where the bitches is crooked and niggaz jus' don't give
A flyin' fuck, so I stay stuck, smokin' on the tay-low
Bay area playa, tryin' ta have shit major
And a bitch won't save ya
So I ain't playin' captain save a hoe
I mob up in ya like a pro and then I'm gone
I'm like Sylvester Stallone, everyday is like a Cliffhanger
Action packed, I let the mini-mac smack that ass

Them hoes jacked that ass
Nigga woulda got smokin' on that hash
Can't have my cash, better go and take your nigga stash
'Cuz he's a busta, niggaz with clusters
Slippin' in shit, betta jack that nigga 'fore I jack his ass bitch
Never was no love for the mark-ass, the lo pink
(The lo pink)
You love them Bootys bitches, can't let them pussy bitches

Gank that ass, betta hide your cash and check or pass
Pump your brakes nigga, slow your roll don't go too fast
'Cause bulletproof ain't doin' no good no mo' no mo' no mo' no mo'
Now, niggaz comin' up dead with they brains blew out on the fuckin' floor
Damn, hella force to the face Teflons to the vest now r-uh-rest
Pull a plug on a flat line no p-uh-ulse, one nigga less
One nigga less, from coast to coast, to the East to the West
Crushin' the flesh, dem bitches played a game of death
Look over your shoulder watch your back don't even trust it
I'm tryin' to told ya end up dusted

It's some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, whacha'll wanna do
Cold hearted bitches
(Back to fuckin work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Whacha'll wanna do, I never trusted them bustas

Some cold hearted shit
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
I never trusted them bustas
And it's them cold hearted niggas
(Back to fuckin' work, one of the homies jus' got dusted)
Dusted 'n' disgusted

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Don'T Even Try It - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Don'T Even Try It
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Willard Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Yo Jeff, what's shakin', man?
What's up, dude?
Hey man, you remember that girl I knew
I walking to school, man
The one who used to diss me everyday? Yeah

When the record came out she called me two days ago, man
Man, my phone is ringin' off the hook
With people askin' me for tapes and free records
I, man, I ain't with it, word man, bust this

This rap is for you people in the past who were against me
Who snatched up every opportunity to diss me
Put me down like I was nothin', treated me like a jerk
Now I'm seein' the pay-off of all my hard work

'Cause now that it's my records on the wheels
Somehow all of a sudden, it's a whole new deal
So for those in the past who dissed me, don't deny it
What, you're sorry? Huh, don't even try it

Word man, man, people are a trip, man
Put everybody down about what's up with that
Yo word, man, I gotta let 'em know, bust this

I used to know this girl by the name of Theresa
I did all I could to make her release her emotions to me
But she just wouldn't do it, she built up a wall
And I couldn't break through it

I used to walk to school everyday of the week
Watchin' Theresa walk on the other side of the street
One day I finally got my heart up to speak
But she dissed me and dismissed me with a smack on my cheek

So I bought six bottles of new fancy cologne
But all I got from Theresa was
(Leave me alone)
I bought new clothes to wear everyplace
But all Theresa would say was
(Get out of my face)

So I gave up this quest for Theresa
But then on the day my record was released
A strange thing happened when it came on the radio
Theresa broke her neck just to say
(Hello)

I looked at her, I said, "You must be foolish, why did you ignore me
On the way to school if you were interested?", she said
("Oh, I apologize")

I looked deep into her dark brown eyes I said
"You ignored me for months on and now
All of a sudden you wanna be my friend?
You didn't talk before so don't talk now, be quiet
What, you really like me? Huh, don't even try it"

Man, she had a lotta nerve, man
Word man, hey man, but she ain't had half
As much nerve as that old record producer, man
Remember when he dissed us, man?
What, what up?

When I first started rappin' I had one idea
And it was set in my mind very vivid and clear
I knew that I wanted to be a rap artist
I would give my all and work my hardest

But when I took my song to a record producer
He told me that I better go drink some rap juice
Or somethin' 'cause my song was really absurd
He said that it was the worst trash that he'd ever heard

You know my ego was shattered, he busted my groove
I could hear him crackin' up as I left the booth
(Ha, haaa)
I thought my song was good but he busted my bubble
The title was 'Girls Ain't Nothing But Trouble'

Luckily I found someone who had faith
He lifted my ego back up into place
His name was Dana Goodman
And he thought my song was on track
So two weeks later it was out on wax

It busted up the charts like a hydrogen bomb
Up, up, up, up it clim-clim-climbed
I made people eat the words that said I couldn't achieve
Now they had no choice but to believe in me

Then no sooner than my record came out
That same old producer started callin' my house
One night he called me 'bout at half past 12
He said, "I've got some cash if you wanna sell"

I said, "You big, stupid, half-wit idiot
I told you before that my record was a hit
But you just laughed like I was some kind of kid
Now don't you regret what you did?"

"I wish you'd get off my tip, yes, that's my request
You see, he who laughs last, always laughs best
Okay, I'll be reasonable, you wanna buy it?
Okay, I'll sell it, psych, don't even try it"

Ha, ha, that's how you gotta put it to him
Word man, that's how you gotta
You know what? Let me tell you something
I got dissed so hard, man, bust this
I'ma tell you, what's up?

Yo Prince, do you remember when we first started out
How we used to go to all the parties just to rock the house?
(Word man, I remember those good days well)
Why chill out, man, 'cause I got a story to tell

About five years ago, I began my quest
To be the best deejay in the whole U.S.
There was a lot of deejays strivin' for my spot
They would put me down every chance they got

Never cut me a break on any given night
They used to all look at me and say
(Pfsss, Jeff's aight)
(But when your 'Magnficient Cuts' were released)
(All of that laughter ceased)

Word
(When you and I used to do our shows)
(All the crowd would say was, "Ho, ho, ho")
Yeah, time after time we were tearin' it up
While you rocked the mic and I rocked the cut

But now that I'm makin' a name for myself
All those deejays are like
("Yo Jeff, what's up?")
But all that stuff is dead, no, I ain't with it

They approach me on the street and say
("Yo Jeff, how 'bout a ticket, man, to your very next show?")
But I say no and I tell 'em where they can go
I can't believe that they had the nerve to hop on my tip now
(Yeah man, word)

Just the other day homebody approached me on the street
And said,
("Yo Jeff, how 'bout a record for free?")
I said, man, the way you dissed me, you better go buy it
("But Jeff, we're friends)
For real? Don't even try it

Hey man, I'm tellin' you straight up
You know how it is, man
Man people, people are a trip, man
Maybe they'll know next time not to dis people
Knawmsayin?

We told 'em, we let 'em know
'Cause I ain't with it, man, that stuff is dead
Dig it, alright Jeff, chill, man, alright

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