All Out (Original Version) - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: All Out (Original Version)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Yafeu Fula, Katari Cox, Damon Thomas, Tupac Shakur, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
We goin' all out
(Aite)
We goin' all out
(Aite)
We goin' all out
Watch ya motherfuckin' mouth niggaz
(That's right, fuck these fag niggaz)
Do it, do it, do it

Come Hell or high water, down to slaughter opposers
Just another lost soul, stuck, callin' Jehovah
Outlaw 'til it's over, brand as my strap
Back like a cobra, I stay drunk 'cause I'm a mad man
Whenever sober, on a one man mission
My ambition to hold up the rap game
While I pluck holes in niggaz like donuts
And still down to die for all my souljas

Like hillbillies, they don't fear me
So refuse bringin' war to the city
With each breath, death before dishonor
Never let you swallow me, no apologies, your honor
A general in war, I'm the first to bomb
With a squad of trusted killers, quick to move shit heavily armed
I'm similar to Saddam, sometimes I question Hussein
Like fiends frantic for that last vein, stuck in the game

I hit the scene like sandstorms, then transform, watch me
I take the figure of dirty niggaz, who all got me
While bitches wonderin' who shot me
No love, keep a grudge, shootin' sluggs like Muammar Quadaffi
Murder my friends, build a new posse
We takin' shots at paparazzi, go and fly now, nigga like Rocky
You got a lot of nerve to play me
Another gay rapper, bustin' caps to Jay Z

(Buck buck buck buck buck buck)
And still avoid capture, while y'all caught up in the rapture
Still after me, I'm in Jamacia sippin' daquiris, no doubt
We used to havin' nothin', then grabbin' somethin' and bustin'
Wanted to be the thug nigga, that my old man wasn't
I came to a field, catchin' cases, litigation
Niggaz playa hatin', got me crooked in all fifty states
I'm screamin' death row, throw my Westside, ain't no thang
We was raised off drive-by's, brought up to bang

We claim mob, M O B if you be specific
We control all cash from Atlantic Pacific
And get this, I'm hard to kill
When I peel with this live spot
Father, how the Hell did I survive, these five shots?
Live it up, of give it up, and my demons
Late night, hear them screamin'
We goin' all out

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

I'm on my land sled, walkin' through the belly of the beats
Feelin' like I'm all out, drunk as can be, it's plain' to see
That we mobb niggaz hidin' in bushes claimin' that they ride rough
But they soft as they cushion, they softer than bitches
In the worst way, drownin' in blood, outlawz my blood brothers
I'd die for these thuggs, say hi to this slug
It's a shame how some niggaz on the west coast
Was ridin' with Pac, but when he died, they went pop

I'm on the Jers to the fullest, like some west coast love
But after Pac stopped rappin', it ain't no west coast thug
Just westcoast what? To my real niggaz stuck in the street game
'Cause rappers like Jay Z be pumpin' Kool-Aid through they vein's
Is it true what I'm sayin'? Slap your soft ass to the floor
And watch my fo-fo put peek holes through your door
I ride or die, but these other fag niggaz be bitin' this
It's all from my heart when I was writin' this, all out

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

Now, we all ride and down to die, who wit us?
Speak up, or get treated like you comin' to kill us
Ain't nothin' but squealers, in this rap game, swearin' they rough
Tattooed up, and now them niggaz swearin' they Pac
Stop that, and watch ya back, we ain't forgot 'bout cha
These glocks hot, and when shot, it'll bring the bitch up out cha
It's me, Kastro with the goattee, walkin' like a OG
'Cause all these fag motherfuckers owe me

I pray to the thug Lord, like that motherfuckers holy
Frontline soulja, till the Heavens call me
I go all out, and if you real, you real
Feel what I'm talkin' 'bout, 'cause this game is ill
I live it, forbidden fruit, shoot, 'till they feel it
Livin' proof, Pac breed niggaz, they can't deal wit
Holla back, right back, and watch ya mouth
Or get blood in it, what, we goin' all out, nigga

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

We goin' all out, bomb first till they fall out
Take them the war route, without a doubt
Ball, which means we all ride if it's on
Each nigga handle ya own, bring it on strong

If you got bills to pay, nigga go all out
Bustas playin' with ya peeps, betta go all out
Try'na see the next day, nigga go all out
Obstacles in ya way, you better go all out

Fool, you better go all out
Keep goin' all out
All my niggaz goin' all out
Without a muthafuckin' doubt

Ey, you niggaz just gon think that you gon be uhh
Talkin' and slippin' on all of these motherfuckin' records
And we ain't gon say shit, now it's 1999
It's a different grin'd, don't disrespect the Don
It's still war motherfuckers

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One Way Or Another (Original Single Version) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: One Way Or Another (Original Single Version)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Nigel Harrison, Debbie Harry

Lyric:
One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha

One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'm gonna meet ya, I'm meet ya

I will drive past your house
And if the lights are all out
I'll see who's around

One way or another I'm gonna find ya
I'm gonna getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
One way or another I'm gonna win ya
I'll getcha, I'll getcha

One way or another I'm gonna see ya
I'm gonna meet ya, meet ya, meet ya, meet ya
One day, maybe next week, I'm gonna meet ya
I'll meet ya, yeah

And if the lights are all out
I'll follow your bus downtown
See who's hangin' around

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip
A slip of the hip or another, I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, I'll trick ya

One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna trick ya, trick ya, trick ya, trick ya
One way or another I'm gonna lose ya
I'm gonna give you the slip

I'll walk down the mall, stand over by the wall
Where I can see it all, find out who you call
Lead you to the supermarket
Check out some specials and rat food, get lost in the crowd

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha
(Where I can see it all, find out who you call)

One way or another I'm gonna getcha
I'll getcha, I'll getcha, getcha, getcha, getcha

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Player'S Ball [Original Version] - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Player'S Ball [Original Version]
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Patrick Brown, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Here's a little somethin' for the players out there hustlin'
Gettin' down for theirs
From East Point, College Park, Decatur, DeVries

My man, the scene was so thick
Lowriders, seventy-seven Sevilles
El Do's, nuttin' but them 'Llacs
All the players, all the hustlers
I'm talkin' 'bout a black man heaven here
You know what I'm sayin', yeah

Cadillacs are comin' from everywhere
Limbo boppin' good 'cause love is in the air
To all you players and you pimps, smoke out and have a ball
And if your hoe is actin' crazy put her on the wall

Now, now, now, everybody's dancin' and just feelin' right
I see all of you players got yourselves laid in on ice
I hope when all y'all dance is over, can I get on, yeah
My kids'll have a story, that still be told, whoa, about

All the players came from far and wide
Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangster rides
Now I'm here to tell ya, there's a better day
When the player ball is happenin', all day everyday

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Look Into My Eyez (St Version) - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Look Into My Eyez (St Version)
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Tony Cowan, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

Coming through the door with my militia
Why do they bring big niggas?
Fuck y'all with a gang of bodyguards
My niggas is stone cold killas, peelas

Stepping out the Limos, the bitch soldiers maintain
Giving my babies all of my money
But my diamonds steady be shining
My gang, you know me, homies got mo' love

And I'm blessed, when I'm outta my sentence
Pump my fist to 'Mo Thug'
Gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders
Jesus sent me His roll or loco
Sober, load a revolver, hold up

Now, buck 'em all to Hell 'cause I'm showin' 'em
And I seen that the bullet holes was too much, no luck
Ya get blowed up, all of you niggas goes out
The surgeons say that your body can not be sewed up
Hold up, and wait a minute
It's time for Bone Thugs
'Cause y'all think that you can really hate, nigga

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

What makes a nigga think he can bite my shit
And call his shit original?
What's worse, telling people you made the style
We put down three fucking years ago

And that's just like a nigga, wanna take all the credit
I bet it didn't even occur
That we would eventually meet with ya, kid
Don't crash, collide, lock up with the enemy
And I don't wanna say a nigga's name and all that

But a y'all fin to get stomped, let 'em loose
And they heard the news, ya run up, ya could get dead, oh
Uh, huh, hey, we murder muthafuckas in a deadly way
Fully automatic when we let 'em lay

"Aw shit, get down, Leatherface"
Fuck 'em all, if I can't get my respect
Come on, now, put them to rest
What a bloody, bloody mess but nevertheless, we won't stress

I figured this platinum got you acting
Like you got to be me
It's all in your mind but in time
You'll find we as real as we speak

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

All I see is this soldier, pistol in holster
Giving you the most, I toast to them thugs
Nigga, nothing but the love of bud
That we brought to the table

And a nigga wanna test, catch slugs, put 'em in the mud
Harmony smooth with the thug shit
Mo' murda to the fools that clone
Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness, nigga
And it's war when you craft these Bones, we can get it on

And I'm referring to all of y'all bitches
Y'all know who y'all are when y'all tried that
Rollin' with the E since '93, shutting
Shit down in the industry, nigga, can you bite that?

I know y'all niggas wanna roll with pros
And make friend of foes
But we chosen, God done blessed us with His potion
Pure devotion, freely spoken, baby

Niggas can't see us never, stay together
My click too clever
Riding through the days of the stormy weather
Remember, 'Eternal', it means for everlasting
Number 1 assassin blasting

Bashing on all you niggas's what I'm doing
All of the Heavens gonna be ruling trues, when He come
We won't be losing, provin' 'em wrong

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

I see five killa realer niggas ready to roll wherever I go
True to pull the trigger, smother a nigga
Put 'em in a river, we the killas, and that's for sure
Niggas out there clowning mine, you can't rhyme
The style you got is all mine
And when I see you, bitch, I'm going in your pockets double time

And it's like that, you don't want that
Come and get some pap, pap, wanna sound like?
Wanna be like? Nigga, we can't have that
Why a nigga wanna bite the Bone shit? Platinum raps

Nigga bet that biting shit ain't doing nothing
Trying to make something outta nothing
Fuck it, let's peel caps, buck 'em all down
Put 'em in check, fuck 'em up with the 44 Mag, I'm glad

'Cause when you're fucking with Bone
We sending 'em home in a body bag
Now, look into my eyes, bet you see a realer killa thug
Putting it down with Harmony, Harmony

We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always
And ready to bring the war up your way, if you hate
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Would you look into my eyes?
Look into my eyes and tell me what it is you see in me
Could you tell me what you see?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Macarthur Park [Promotional Single Version] [Version] - Lyrics - Gold [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED] - Donna Summer

Title: Macarthur Park [Promotional Single Version] [Version]
Album: Gold [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED]
Artist: Donna Summer
Composer(s): Jimmy Webb

Lyric:
Spring was never waiting for us 'til it ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance

MacArthur's park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh, no

I recall the yellow cotton dress foaming like a wave
On the ground beneath your knees
Birds like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing Chinese checkers by the trees

MacArthur's park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh, no

MacArthur's park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left my cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it 'cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again, oh, no

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Make The Music With Your Mouth, Biz [Original 12'' Version] - Lyrics - Biz Markie - Greatest Hits - Biz Markie

Title: Make The Music With Your Mouth, Biz [Original 12'' Version]
Album: Biz Markie - Greatest Hits
Artist: Biz Markie
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, Marcel Hall

Lyric:
Ah one two, ah one two
Ah one two, ah one two
I'd like to introduce myself
My name is ah Biz Markie

Well, I'm the human ultra called Biz Markie
Makin' music orderly is my specialty
When I go, boom ah one, two, girls get excited
When they hear my lyrics they wanna recite 'em
I know y'all in the mood, just go with the flow

And I can play rappin' records and all disco
Like, beat it, Billie Jean by Michael Jackson
Or the treacherous three record, they call, "Action"
When you hear me do it, you will be shocked and amazed
It's the brand new thing they call the human beat box craze

Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes

Well, I don't just do the beat box, I rock on the mic
And all the rhymes that I say, all the people like
I get the crowd jumpin', get the girl's hearts pumpin'
All the party people say, "Isn't he somethin'?"
Rock from New York city all the way down south

Sayin' rhymes and makin' music with my mouth
I'ma tell you party people how I began
It started when I'm livin' in Long Island
Hey, when I was a kid, I used to play in the streets
Makin' sounds with my mouth, all sorts of beats

Grown people, used to say, "What?"
Grown people, used to say, "What's
Wrong with that kid makin' that strange noise?"
It was like for all the fly girls and all the homeboys

Then I tried it at a homeboy's basement party
They thought it was a record, they ain't know it was me
When they came by the DJ, and saw who it is
They said, "Make the music with your mouth, Biz"

Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes

It may look and sound easy doin' the human beat box
But it's real difficult, even knocked me out my socks
It's a movement combination with your lip tongue and throat
Use your teeth and your nose for a mysterious high note
I like doin' it as a hobby or a job

People treat me like a star and surround me in the mall
It's not all the props, spittin', breathin' hard and doin'
You need practice, be ambitious in the schoolin'
Let me tell you party people, you gotta admit
Anything than you want you gotta work hard for it

That's why I like doin' sounds, that's hard to achieve
Makin' two or three sounds at one time you can't believe
When I walk down the street, people crowd around me
And say, "How you make all them sounds at one time Biz Markie?"
I tell 'em it takes a lot of practice and lip control

I've been doin' it since, fifteen years old
And everywhere I do it, the people say I'm good
I even get big respect in my own neighborhood
I'm tellin' you a fact and just like it is
Even moms pops and cops say, "What up Biz?"
Everywhere I go, I always rocked the boat

Gonna end this rhyme with this one note
Not gonna act conceited and say "I'm the best"
But I'm guaranteed to pass any kind of test
I say def rhymes with funky fresh lyrics
When I do the beat the party people go into hysterics

Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes
Make the music with your mouth, Biz
Biz markie beat boxes

You heard the proceedin', now here's the sequel
All human beat boxes is not created equal
That's why I'm here to say today
That I'm doin' my beat in a special way

Makin' musical tunes, orally, I have perspective
I'm very well known and greatly respected
I like to thank people, without no doubt
Peace hi party people it's time to break out

Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth
Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth

Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth
Make the music, make the music
Make the music with your mouth
Make the music with your mouth

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Tramp (The Original Version) - Lyrics - Salt N Pepa

Title: Tramp (The Original Version)
Artist: Salt N Pepa
Composer(s): L Fulsom, J Mccracklin

Lyric:
Tramp
Tramp

Home girls, attention you must pay
So listen close to what I say
Don't take this as a simple rhyme
'Cause this type of thing happens all of the time

Now, what would you do if a stranger said, "Hi"
Would you diss him, or would you reply?
If you answer there is a chance
That you'll become a victim of circumstance

Am I right fellas? Tell the truth
Or else imma have to show and prove
You are what you are, I am what I am
It just so happens that most men are

Tramp
Tramp
Tramp

Have you ever seen a dude who's stupid and rude
Whenever he's around he dogs your mood
I know a guy like that, girl
He thinks he's God's gift to the world

You know that kind, excited all the time
With nothin' but sex on the mind
I'm no stunt, on me you can't front
I know the real deal, I know what they want

It's me, because I'm so sexy
It's me, don't touch my body
'Cause ya see, I ain't no skeezer
But on a real tip, I think he's a

Tramp
Tramp
Tramp

On the first date he thought I was a dummy
He had the nerve to tell me he loved me
But of course I knew it was a lie, y'all
He undressed me with his eyeballs

Trying to change the whole subject
'Cause everything he said pertained to sex
So I dissed him, I said "You's a sucker"
Get your dirty mind out the gutter

You ain't gettin' paid, you ain't knockin' boots
You ain't treatin' me like no prostitute
Then I walked away, he called me a teaser
You're on a mission, kid, yo he's a

Tramp
Tramp
Tramp

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Reply (Original Version) - Lyrics - Staind

Title: Reply (Original Version)
Artist: Staind
Composer(s): Michael J Jr Mushok, John F April, Jonathan Wysocki, Aaron Lewis

Lyric:
I have seen too many sad eyes look at me
Eyes that set me free, all the places that I've been

Thank you for the letters that you thought you wrote in vain, and for
The times you chose to stand out in the rain and wait for me, for me

Your words, your words help me to see a little honesty
In a world that doesn't share
And the eyes tell the story of your pain, severity of your disdain
In a world that doesn't care

So thank you for the letters that you thought you wrote in vain, and for
The times you chose to stand out in the rain and wait

We, we understand my pain
From this I gather strength that we are the same

So thank you for the letters that you thought you wrote in vain, and for
The times you chose to stand out in the rain and wait

The life I never, never be the same without you, yeah
Yeah, yeah, without you

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California Love [Original Version] - Drdre - Lyrics - 2Pac- Greatest Hits - 2pac

Title: California Love [Original Version] - Drdre
Album: 2Pac- Greatest Hits
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Cocker Hooks Hudson Shakur Stainton Larry Troutman, Roger Troutman

Lyric:
California love
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin

Now let me welcome everybody to the wild, wild west
A state that's untouchable like Elliot Ness
The track hits ya eardrum like a slug to ya chest
Pack a vest for your Jimmy in the city of sex
We in that sunshine state with a bomb ass hemp beat
The state where ya never find a dance floor empty
And pimps be on a mission for them greens
Lean mean money-makin-machines servin fiends
I been in the game for ten years makin rap tunes
Ever since honeys was wearin sassoon
Now it's '95 and they clock me and watch me
Diamonds shinin lookin like I robbed Liberace
It's all good, from Diego to tha Bay
Your city is tha bomb if your city makin pay
Throw up a finger if ya feel the same way
Dre puttin it down for
Californ-i-a

Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it

Out on bail fresh outta jail, California dreamin
Soon as I stepped on the scene, I'm hearin hoochies screamin
Fiendin for money and alcohol
The life of a west side playa where cowards die
Only in Cali where we riot not rally to live and die
In L.A. we wearin Chucks not Ballies (that's right)
Dressed in Locs and khaki suits and ride is what we do
Flossin but have caution we collide with other crews
Famous cause we program worldwide
Let'em recognize from Long Beach to Rose Grands
Bumpin and grindin like a slow jam, it's west side
So you know the row won't bow down to no man
Say what you say
But give me that bomb beat from Dre
Let me serenade the streets of L.A
From Oakland to Sacktown
The Bay Area and back down
Cali is where they put they mack down
Give me love

California love
California knows how to party
California knows how to party
In the citaaay of L.A
In the citaaay of good ol' Watts
In the citaaay, the city of Compton
We keep it rockin! We keep it rockin

Now make it shake
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it mama
Shake it Cali
Shake it shake it baby
Shake it shake it shake it shake it

Uh, yeah, uh, longbeach in tha house, uh yeah
Oaktown, Oakland definately in tha house hahaha
Frisko, Frisko
Hey, you know LA is up in this
Pasadina, where you at
Yeah, Ingelwood, Ingelwood always up to no good
Even Hollywood tryin to get a piece baby
Sacramento, sacramento where ya at? yeah

Throw it up y'all, throw it up, Throw it up
Let's show these fools how we do this on that west side
Cause you and I know it's tha best side

Yeah, That's riight
West coast, west coast
Uh, California Love
California Love

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Opener (Original Version) - Lyrics - Jimmy Eat World

Title: Opener (Original Version)
Artist: Jimmy Eat World
Composer(s): James Adkins, Richard Burch, Zachary Lind, Thomas Linton

Lyric:
You told me don't you look at the sun, it burns your eyes out
I disobeyed and see a man who's going nowhere
He fed me this you don't got to worry, you're on your feet
Please help me down

Should have made room for others who can't be beat into open sea
I brainstormed and caught up with my friend who's doing fine now
It's been uplifting knowing you all have static sources
I fed him this man, am I in a hurry to break this chord of our paranoia

Took him too long to notice and now I'm down
Where I can't be found and there's no antidote for a petty loaf
I think we've found the lighter side of our friendly host
I don't mean to boast, we can face all this nonsense

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Rapture (Original Promo Single Version) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: Rapture (Original Promo Single Version)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
Toe to toe, dancing very close
Barely breathing, almost comatose
Wall to wall, people hypnotized
And they're stepping lightly
Hang each night in rapture

Back to back, sacroiliac
Spineless movement and a wild attack
Face to face, sadly solitude
And it's finger popping
Twenty-four hour shopping in rapture

Fab Five Freddie told me everybody's fly
DJ's spinnin' are savin' my mind
Flash is fast, flash is cool
Francois sais pas, flashe' no do

And you don't stop, sure shot
Go out to the parking lot
And you get in your car and drive real far
And you drive all night and then you see a light

And it comes right down and lands on the ground
And out comes a man from Mars
And you try to run but he's got a gun
And he shoots you dead and he eats your head

And then you're in the man from Mars
You go out at night eatin' cars
You eat Cadillacs, Lincolns too
Mercurys and Subarus

And you don't stop, you keep on eatin' cars
Then when there's no more cars
You go out at night and eat up bars
Where the people meet

Face to face, dance cheek to cheek
One to one, man to man
Dance toe to toe, don't move too slow
'Cause the man from Mars is through with cars

He's eatin' bars, yeah, wall to wall
Door to door, hall to hall
He's gonna eat 'em all
Rapture, be pure

Take a tour through the sewer
Don't strain your brain, paint a train
You'll be singin' in the rain
I said, "Don't stop, do punk rock"

Man to man, body muscular
Seismic decibel by the jugular
Wall to wall, tea time technology
And a digital ladder, no sign of bad luck in rapture

Well, now you see what you wanna be
Just have your party on TV
'Cause the man from Mars won't eat up bars
Where the TV's on

Now he's gone back up to space
Where he won't have a hassle with the human race
And you hip-hop and you don't stop
Just blast off, sure shot

'Cause the man from Mars
Stopped eatin' cars and eatin' bars
And now he only eats guitars
Get up!

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I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original And Hip-Hop Version) - Lyrics - R U Still Down? (Remember Me) - 2pac

Title: I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto (Original And Hip-Hop Version)
Album: R U Still Down? (Remember Me)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): D Mcdowell, L Troutman, R Troutman, Tupac Shakur, L Goodman

Lyric:
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I was raised, the little young nigga doin' bad shit
Talk much shit, 'cause I never had shit
I could remember being whupped in class
And if I didn't pass, mama whupped my ass

Was it my fault, papa didn't plan it out
Broke out left me to be the man of the house
I couldn't take it, had to make a profit
Down the block, got a glock and I clock grip

Makin G's was my mission
Movin' enough of this shit to get my mama out the kitchen
And why must I sock a fella,
Just to live large like Rockefeller

First you didn't give a fuck but you're learnin' now
If you don't respect the town then we'll burn you down
God damn it's a motherfuckin' riot
Black people only hate police so don't try it

If you're not from the town then don't pass through
'Cause some O.G. fools might blast you
It ain't right but it's long overdue
We can't have peace till the niggaz get a piece too

I want G's so you label me a criminal
And if I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

Here on Earth, tell me what's a black life worth
A bottle of juice is no excuse, the truth hurts
And even when you take the shit
Move counties, get a lawyer, you can shake the shit

Ask Rodney, LaTasha, and many more
It's been goin' on for years, there's plenty more
When they ask me, when will the violence cease?
When your troops stop shootin' niggaz down in the street

Niggaz had enough time to make a difference
Bear witness, own our own business
Word to God, 'cause it's hard tryin' to make ends meet
First we couldn't afford shit now everything's free

So we loot, please don't shoot when you see
I'm takin' from them 'cause for years they would take it from me
Now the tables have turned around
You didn't listen, until the niggaz burned it down

And now Bush can't stop the hit
Predicted the shit, in 2Pacalypse
And for once I was down with niggaz, felt good
In the hood bein' around the niggaz, yeah

And for the first time everybody let go
And the streets is death row
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I see no changes, all I see is racist faces
Misplaced hate makes disgrace to races
We under, I wonder what it take to make this
One better place, let's erase the wait state

Take the evil out the people, they'll be acting right
'Cause both black and white are smokin' crack tonight
And only time we deal is when we kill each other
It takes skill to be real, time to heal each other

And though it seems Heaven-sent
We ain't ready to have a black President, huh
It ain't a secret don't conceal the fact
The penitentiary's packed and it's filled with blacks

I wake up in the morning and I ask myself
Is life worth living, should I blast myself
I'm tired of being poor and even worse I'm black
My stomach hurts so I'm lookin' for a purse to snatch

Cops give a damn about a negro
Pull a trigger, kill a nigger, he's a hero
Mo' nigga, mo' nigga, mo' niggaz
I'd rather be dead than a po' nigga

Let the Lord judge the criminals
If I die, I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
And I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
Just think, if niggaz decide to retaliate
Soldier in the house

I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto
I wonder if Heaven got a ghetto

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Same Old Thing [Version] - Lyrics - Iceman at Mount Fuji [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED] - Albert Collins

Title: Same Old Thing [Version]
Album: Iceman at Mount Fuji [ORIGINAL RECORDING REMASTERED]
Artist: Albert Collins
Composer(s): Albert Collins

Lyric:
Take a lot of entertainers, sing songs
'Bout the things they experienced in life
Some entertainers sing songs that they, ah
Seen other people experience in life

Well, I'm gonna tell you some of the things
I experienced in life
The old lady got mad with me the other night
Packed that overnight grip

Got the house by myself, just me and the dog
Sometime ya know that your animal layin' in the floor
Lookin' at you like, say, "Uh, you done messed up buddy"
It's that same old thing

Same old thing, baby, where ya been?
Said, ?Same old thing, woman, where ya been??
Been gone two days, today
I'm sittin' here all alone

I been waitin', babe
Waitin' by my telephone
Said, ?Same old thing, woman, where ya been??
It's that same old thing, baby, where ya been?

I been up all night, waitin' in vain
Without you baby, to get late, is same
Everytime I go through this, baby
We play that same old game

Now if I ever catch ya messin' around
Then there's no need to plead
Just send your soul on to Heaven
'Cause the rest is home to me

Same old thing, baby, where ya been?
It's same old thing, woman, where ya been?
Same old thing

Hey, my patience has run out
My love gone bad
I really started to leave ya woman but
But you're the best thing I ever had

Same old thing, woman, where ya been?
Same old thing, baby, where ya been?

I been up all night, waitin' in vain
Without you baby, it just ain't the same
Everytime I go through this thing with you
You play that same old game

Now if I ever catch you messin' around
There's no need to plead
Just send your soul on to Heaven
'Cause the rest belong to me

Said same old thing, baby, where ya been?
Said same old thing, baby
Woman, where ya been?

I was at Carol's house last night, no you wouldn't
Carol was over here, her and the baby last night, where ya gonna be?
Ya gotta find somethin' else, baby 'cause you know
I started to leave you but you the best thing I've ever had

Then I went by Mollie's house
No, hell no, Mollie called here lookin' for ya
You've got to come right with me, baby
No wigglin' of the hip

See the same old thing, baby
I done told you, no, don't do that to me, no mo'
'Cause I, I love you baby
I'm really in love wit' cha baby

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Island Of Lost Souls (Original Single Version) - Lyrics - Blondie

Title: Island Of Lost Souls (Original Single Version)
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
In Babylon
On the boulevard of broken dreams
My will power at the lowest ebb
Oh, what can I do?

Oh, buccaneer
Can ya help me put my truck in gear?
Can ya take me far away from here?
Save my soul from sin

You wanna get away, you've had it man
Nothing's going right
So come sit on the sands of the island
Island of lost souls

No luxuries, no, no amenities
Too dull, your senses
Oh, oh only primitive
"Hey, hey really get away", is what he said

Where did he go?
I'm tired of waiting here for him
Where can he be?
He's not with me

Where did he go?
What will I do alone?
Why did he run?
Run away from me

The sky is blue
The sea is warm and clear
And golden sands are calling out to you inviting
Make a new man out of you

You can come for a while
Come with a friend
Forget about work, start all over again
Let the real you through, here is what we do

Where did he go?
I'm tired of waiting here for him
Where can he be?
He's not with me

Where did he go?
What will I do alone?
Why did he run?
Run away from me oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, buccaneer
Can ya help me put my truck in gear?
Can ya take me far away from here?
Save my soul from sin

No luxuries, no, no amenities
Too dull, your senses
Oh, oh only primitive
Hey, hey really get away
Island of lost souls

Island of lost souls
Aiya, aiya, aiya, aiya, island
Forget about work, start all over again
Oh oh oh oh
Island of lost souls
Ayla, ayla, ayla, ayla

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My Name Is (Bootleg Version) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: My Name Is (Bootleg Version)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Labi Siffre

Lyric:
Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Ahem, excuse me
Can I have the attention of the class
For one second?

Hi kids, do you like violence?
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Wanna see me stick Nine Inch Nails
Through each one of my eyelids?
(Uh, huh)

Wanna copy me and do exactly like I did?
(Yeah, yeah)
Try 'cid and get fucked up worse that my life is?
(Huh?)

My brain's dead weight, I'm tryin' to get my head straight
But I can't figure out which Spice Girl I want to impregnate
(Umm)
And Dr. Dre said, "Slim Shady you a basehead"
Uh, uhh, So why's your face red? Man you wasted

Well, since age twelve, I've felt like I'm someone else
'Cause I hung my original self from the top bunk with a belt
Got pissed off and ripped Pamela Lee's tits off
And smacked her so hard
I knocked her clothes backwards like Kris Kross

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass
Faster than a fat bitch who sat down too fast
C'mere slut
(Shady, wait a minute, that's my girl dog)
I don't give a fuck, God sent me to piss the world off
Hi, my name is, my name is

(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

My English teacher wanted to flunk me in junior high
Thanks a lot, next semester I'll be thirty-five
I smacked him in his face with an eraser, chased him with a stapler
And stapled his nuts to a stack of papers
(Oww)

Walked in the strip club, had my jacket zipped up
Flashed the bartender, then stuck my dick in the tip cup
Extraterrestrial, runnin' over pedestrians
In a spaceship while they screamin' at me, "Let's just be friends"

Ninety-nine percent of my life I was lied to
I just found out my mom does more dope than I do
(Damn)
I told her I'd grow up to be a famous rapper
Make a record about doin' drugs and name it after her
(Oh, thank you)

You know you blew up when the women rush your stands
And try to touch your hands like some screamin' Usher fans
(Aah)
This guy at White Castle asked for my autograph
(Dude, can I get your autograph?)
So I signed it "Dear Dave, thanks for the support, asshole"

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

Stop the tape, this kid needs to be locked away
(Get him)
Dr. Dre, don't just stand there, operate
I'm not ready to leave, it's too scary to die
(Fuck that)
I'll have to be carried inside the cemetery and buried alive

(Huh, yup)
Am I comin' or goin'? I can barely decide
I just drank a fifth of vodka, dare me to drive?
(Go ahead)
All my life I was very deprived
I ain't had a woman in years and my palms are too hairy to hide

Clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk
(Hachhh-too)
I spit when I talk, I'll fuck anything that walks
(C'mere)
When I was little I used to get so hungry I would throw fits

How you gonna breast feed me, mom?
(Wah)
You ain't got no tits
(Wah)
I lay awake and strap myself in the bed
Put a bulletproof vest on and shoot myself in the head

I'm steamin' mad
And by the way when you see my dad?
(Yeah?)
Tell him that I slit his throat in this dream I had

Hi, my name is, my name is
(What? Who?)
My name is Slim Shady
Hi, my name is, my name is
(Huh? What?)
My name is Slim Shady

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