All The Lazy Dykes - Lyrics - You Are The Quarry (Jewel Case) - Morrissey

Title: All The Lazy Dykes
Album: You Are The Quarry (Jewel Case)
Artist: Morrissey
Composer(s): Steven Patrick Morrissey, Alain Whyte

Lyric:
All the lazy dykes, cross armed at the palms
Then legs astride their bikes, indigo burns on their arms
One sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself
And you'll come and join the girls

All the lazy dykes, they pity how you live
Just somebody's wife, you give, and you give
And you give and you give, give and you give
And one sweet day, an emotional whirl, you will be good to yourself
And you'll come and join the girls

Touch me, squeeze me, hold me too tightly
And when you look at me you actually see me

And I've never felt so alive, in the whole of my life
In the whole of my life

Free yourself, be yourself, come to the palms and see yourself
And at last your life begins, at last your life begins
At last your life begins, at last your life begins

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The Big Picture (Intro) - Lyrics - Big L

Title: The Big Picture (Intro)
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Christopher Martin

Lyric:
(One, two, y'all know, y'all know, y'all know)
Alright, we gon' keep it movin'
(Check this out though)
We gon' keep it movin', we gon' keep it movin'

Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up
(Right you are)
You a true underground head
You know what this mean right here baby

This ain't motherfuckin' LL Cool J, get it up
You know what this mean?
It don't mean lazy, motherfucker either
Get it up, aight?
(You ready Prim'?)
It don't mean
(Everybody keep your L up like that)
It don't mean nothing, but one thing

Big L, Big L, Big L, Big L
Big L, Big L rest in peace

Yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] come on
Yeah, yeah do you want to rest in peace?
Yeah, what are the best chances?

Big L, throw that L up in the air
We gon' have you do this shit
All motherfuckin' night so get used to it, get used to it
This is for my man Big L, word 'em up

Put ya L's up, put ya L's up
Put ya L's up, put ya L's up

Big L, Corleone, my nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby
For life, Big L, for my man Big L, Big L

Yo, do you know the game plan? C-Town, that's my main man
We never bring luggage, we go shoppin' when the plane lands
Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan
Everything I rock is name brand, L'll make ya dame swallow

Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin' midget sips, I run with the richest clicks
Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits

You know nuttin' about L, so don't doubt L
What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L?
Yo, that's like jewels without ice
That's like China without rice or the Holy Bible without Christ

Or the bulls without Mike or crack heads without pipes
The village without dykes or hockey games without fights
Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker

Big L, Corleone
My nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby, for life

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The Big Picture - Lyrics - Big L

Title: The Big Picture
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Christopher Martin

Lyric:
(One, two, y'all know, y'all know, y'all know)
Alright, we gon' keep it movin'
(Check this out though)
We gon' keep it movin', we gon' keep it movin'

Get 'em up, y'all know what time it is, get 'em up
(Right you are)
You a true underground head
You know what this mean right here baby

This ain't motherfuckin' LL Cool J, get it up
You know what this mean?
It don't mean lazy, motherfucker either
Get it up, aight?
(You ready Prim'?)
It don't mean
(Everybody keep your L up like that)
It don't mean nothing, but one thing

Big L, Big L, Big L, Big L
Big L, Big L rest in peace

Yeah, yeah [Incomprehensible] come on
Yeah, yeah do you want to rest in peace?
Yeah, what are the best chances?

Big L, throw that L up in the air
We gon' have you do this shit
All motherfuckin' night so get used to it, get used to it
This is for my man Big L, word 'em up

Put ya L's up, put ya L's up
Put ya L's up, put ya L's up

Big L, Corleone, my nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby
For life, Big L, for my man Big L, Big L

Yo, do you know the game plan? C-Town, that's my main man
We never bring luggage, we go shoppin' when the plane lands
Still run with the same clan, used to be a Kane fan
Everything I rock is name brand, L'll make ya dame swallow

Your ice don't shine and your chain hollow
While you front in clubs for hours with the same bottle
Takin' midget sips, I run with the richest clicks
Tap the thickest chicks, plus drop the slickest hits

You know nuttin' about L, so don't doubt L
What's this motherfuckin' rap game without L?
Yo, that's like jewels without ice
That's like China without rice or the Holy Bible without Christ

Or the bulls without Mike or crack heads without pipes
The village without dykes or hockey games without fights
Don't touch the mic if you unable to spit
Flamboyant is the label I'm with, motherfucker

Big L, Corleone
My nigga, my nigga C-Town
My big brother, Big Lee, holdin' it down
Flamboyant baby, for life

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