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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Hank Williams Said It Best - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Hank Williams Said It Best
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
Ah, one man hawk is another man dove
One hug is another man's shove
One man's rock is another man's sand
One man's fist is another man's hand

Ah, one man's tool is another man's toy
One man's grief is another man's joy
One man's squawk is another man's sing
One man's crutch is another man's wing

Ah, one man's pride is another man's humble
One man's step is another man's stumble
One man's pleasure is another man's pain
And one man's loss is another man's gain

One man's can is another man's grail
One man's anchor is another man's sail
One man's right is another man's wrong
One man's curse is another man's song

For every father's daughter
For every mother's son
The only thing the same
Is that is ain't for anyone

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

Ah, one man's deuce is another man's ace
One man's back is another man's face
One man's reason is another man's rhyme
One man's dollar is another man's dime

Ah, one man's tree is another man's post
One man's angel is another man's ghost
One man's rain is another man's drought
One man's hope is another man's doubt

Ah, one man's false is another man's fair
One man's toupee is another man's hair
One man's hand is another man's stub
One man's feast is another man's grub

One man's dread is another man's dream
One man's sigh is another man's scream
One man's water is another man's wine
One man's daughter leave another man cryin'

For every father's daughter
For every mother's son
The only thing the same
Is that is ain't for anyone

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

Ah, one man's famine is another man's feast
One man's pet is another man's beast
One man's bat is another man's ball
And one man's art is another man's scrawl

Ah, one man's friend is another man's foe
And one man's Joseph is another man's Joe
One man's hammer is another man's nail
And one man's freedom is another man's jail

Ah, one man's road is another man's rut
One man's if is another man's but
One man's treasure is another man's trash
And one man's landin' is another man's crash

One man's word, another man's lie
One man's dirt, another man's sky
One man's skin is another man's colour
One man's killer is another man's brother

For every father's daughter
For every mother's son
The only thing the same
Is that is ain't for anyone

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

Hank Williams said it best
He said it long time ago
Unless you have made no mistakes in your life
Be careful of stones that you throw

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Wishing Well - Lyrics - Who I Am - Jessica Andrews

Title: Wishing Well
Album: Who I Am
Artist: Jessica Andrews
Composer(s): Phil Vassar, Annie Roboff

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Lyric:
Yeah

Here goes another day another hug and a kiss and we're on our way
A cup of coffee for the road and baby I can't wait to get back home
We juggle all our hopes and dreams with a million responsibilities
And now and then we drop the ball we lean sometimes but we never fall

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
And if it helps go throw a dollar in the wishing well

It ain't always laughs and smiles but the carousel just ain't our style
Roller coaster suits us fine, boy the ups and downs liven up the ride

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
And if it helps go throw a dollar in the wishing well

Let a hundred pennies fall
Splash and send up all our dreams to heaven

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
And if it helps go throw a dollar in the wishing

Go and throw another dollar in the wishing
Throw another dollar in the wishing well
In the wishing well, in the wishing well, in the wishing well

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Just Another Day - Lyrics - You Can't See Me - John Cena

Title: Just Another Day
Album: You Can't See Me
Artist: John Cena
Composer(s): John Cena, Carolyn Franklin, Marc Predka

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Lyric:
This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors, past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money, mo' problems and I ain't got money to solve 'em

This is just another day in the life
Gettin' mobbed by fans, man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day in my life

Everybody askin' me, "What you really like?
Is this really life? Do you really fight?
Do you fear the mic, when there's millions watchin'?
Are you super rich now, how much grip you coppin'?"

You the new kid, now you gettin' some shine
When every vet sayin' that it's not yo' time
My hustle is non-stop and it's not yo' grind
Plus I hear very clear, I'm not so blind

Beef I don't sweat it, sleep I don't get it
I remember your face, it's just your name I forget it
These days they melt together as one
I got some plans to do shit that ain't never been done

Take this game into battles that ain't never been won
I ain't gon' walk through life, I think it's better to run
And yeah, I'm eatin' right if you askin'
But the size of my wallet that's reflection of passion

This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors, past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money, mo' problems and I ain't got money to solve 'em

This is just another day in the life
Gettin' mobbed by fans, man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day in my life

Just another face in the crowd, so to speak
Huh, my electric was cut off last weak
No heat, no food, no money, no girls
And if life's my oyster then I ain't found pearls
Makin' moves every day so the ends could meet
No gas money, so I use my legs and feet

Everybody I meet man, they likely saw
That I be in the same clothes from the night before
Shoes so old you can call 'em retros
Man I'm so damn broke, even my wallet echoes
I got a dollar and change, man, I'm under the gun
That buck's the only thing keepin' me from bein' a bum

That's why I'm writin' these words man, so I can get on
So I can realize bein' poor was makin' me strong
And the only reason I can't rub pennies together
Is 'cause I carry big bills, in genuine leather

This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors, past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money mo' problems and I ain't got money to solve 'em

This is just another day in the life
Gettin' mobbed by fans, man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day in my life

Shakin' hands with some fans by the thousands
My place so poor, looks like public housin'
Gettin' the Porsche when I shoulda got the CL6
My ride broke down, I'm a kinda between whips
Face on the X-Box, you played the game lately?
Man I can't rent, I owe too much in late fees

Do I, charter a jet, or fly first class?
Do I take a cab? Bus seats hurt my ass
Pay my jeweler in cash, he don't take a check
The chain I rock, leaves a green mark on my neck
Do I get the fillet steak or the shrimp and crab mix?
Do I get a number 3 or a number 6?

Get in the club V.I.P. man they lettin' me slide
Man they bust me for dress code, I'm still outside
Everybody wanna be down, but I ain't got no friends
Man nobody's around, I ain't got no friends

This is just another day in the life
Seven flight connectors, past due bill collectors
This is just another day in the life
Mo' money, mo' problems and I ain't got money to solve 'em

This is just another day in the life
Gettin' mobbed by fans, man nobody even knows who I am
This is just another day in the life
This is just another day in my life

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

This Is Me - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: This Is Me
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Scott Gaddy, Laron James

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Lyric:
Man, first I just wanna salute my soldiers
Knahmean? We just tryin' to stay above water
Feel me? I mean, I speak for the Gs, the hustlers
They understand me, knahmsayin'? Shit

Lock into this time an' lock out, always
I mean ain't nothin' promised to niggaz like us
You know?

Just another day, another dollar
Now look what you got, another hater, another plotter
Shit, you know the drill, a brother pay, a brother holla
Watch 'em, they creepin', another raid, another copper

Aw, man, another case, another lock-up
What? Another bail, know that cake better pop up
Yup, that's just day to day shit we go through
And results of the day to day shits we go through

You know, some niggaz day to day pitch, they local
An' some niggaz day to day bricks, they coastal
An' some niggaz day to day snitch, they vocal
I don't honor them fools
Them type of dudes get they tonsils removed

I speak from the heart of the hood
From the boarded up apartments with wood
From the cracked down crack houses
To the burnt up black houses
To fiends inside with that burnt up glass out

An' puffin' weed makes my actions switch
I'm at the window with the pistol
Like Malcolm, ain't that a bitch?
An' I'm paranoid, paranoid but still I got to get it
Got to have it, make it happen, boy

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
An' may this song play all the way

An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me

Look now, another dead, another born
Vice versa, another here, another gone
Pay attention, another smile, another mourn
Another funeral, another baby shower goin' on

Get it, huh, that's just life in the hood
You earn scars, you earn stripes in the hood
Huh, get it, I live the life of a hustler
No sleep all night for a hustler, buster

An' if your coke weak, cut it with Bo Peep
I swear fiends'll chase that high for four weeks
Plus I'm still dealin' with the day to day beef
An' stress, hunger, patience, the day to day basics

Yep, shit that we go through, you know
Shit, look at the shit that we go through, you know
Niggaz come home, can't get jobs
Niggaz gettin' money, actin' like they can't get robbed
An' that don't mix

Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the Lord, my soul to keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the Lord, my soul to take
An' may this song play all the way

An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me
An' if it skip a beat, hit repeat
This the realest shit I ever wrote, this is me

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Another Little Hole - Lyrics - Strange & Beautiful - Aqualung

Title: Another Little Hole
Album: Strange & Beautiful
Artist: Aqualung
Composer(s): Matthew Nicholas Hales

Lyric:
No need to tell her she knows
That there's another little hole in her heart
Each day each dollar she knows
It tears another little hole in her heart
'Cause she feels it happen no doubt
That there's another little hole in her heart
Another little hole in her heart

The day is breaking and time is taking
The love we're making away
This life can only leave us lonely
There's no tomorrow
Just another little hole in her heart, yeah

No need to tell me I know
That there's another little tear in my eye
I'm quite aware I see
That there's another little tear in my eye
Do you ask yourself why?
Should we ask ourselves why?
Is there any point in wondering why?
Any point in wondering why?

The day is breaking and time is taking
The love we're making away
This life can only leave us lonely
There's no tomorrow
Just another little tear in my eye
Another little tear in my eye
Another little tear in my eye, yeah

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't know
I don't know, I don't know, I don't want to know

The day is breaking and time is taking
The love we're making away
The Gods have spoken the spell is broken
And love will tear us, love will tear us apart
This life can only leave us lonely
There's no tomorrow
Just another little hole in my heart
Another little hole in my heart
Another little hole in my heart

I don't know, I don't know, I don't know, I don't, I don't know

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

A Dollar Down - Lyrics - Woody Guthrie

Title: A Dollar Down
Artist: Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Cisco Houston

Lyric:
Friend of mine bought an automobile
At a dollar down and a dollar a week
Every time he turned the wheel
It was a dollar down and a dollar a week

He went riding down the road
Pinched this girl upon her cheek
Speed cop took him to the judge
He got a dollar down and a dollar a week

Sixty days he laid in jail
At a dollar down and a dollar a week
Another man was a lovin' his gal
At a dollar down and a dollar a week

When he got out he shot the man
And he laid him in the graveyard six feet deep
And when he bought the graveyard spot
It was a dollar down and a dollar a week

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Wishing Well - Lyrics - Jo Dee Messina

Title: Wishing Well
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Phil Vassar, Annie Roboff

Lyric:
Hey, ooh

Here goes another day, a hug and a kiss
And we're on our way
A cup of coffee for the road
Baby, I can't wait to get back home

We juggle all our hopes dreams
With a million responsibilities
Now and then we drop the ball
We lean sometimes but we never fall

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good, cross your fingers, knock on wood, and pray
And if it helps go and throw a dollar in the wishing well

It ain't always laughs and smiles
But the carousel just ain't our style
The roller coaster suits us fine
Boy the ups and downs livin' up the ride

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good, cross your fingers, knock on wood, and pray
Oh, and if it helps go and throw a dollar in the wishing well

Oh, let a hundred pennies fall
Splash and send up all our dreams to heaven, oh, oh

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good, cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
Oh, and if it helps, throw a dollar in the wishing

Throw another dollar in the wishing, throw a dollar in the wishing well
Oh, oh, in the wishing well, oh
(Wishing well)
Hey

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Journey - Lyrics - Trouble - Akon

Title: Journey
Album: Trouble
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Anthony Lawson, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Akon, c'mon

This is the ultimate journey of your life
Where the weak die and the strong survive
Prepare to suffer forty days and forty nights
Strap on your boots 'cause you got a long hike

Just another journey, another journey into time
C'mon now
Just another journey
Who ever thought I'd cross this line

Walking through the dirty streets of Jersey
A dollar to my name searchin' for that chee
I'm tryin' not to reincorinate my past
Retired from the game, took another path

Destination ninety five dirty south
Where the Devil tried to realter my route
Creator took me by the hand and led the way
To make the story short that's why I'm here today

Just another journey, another journey into time
Just another journey
Who ever thought I'd cross this line

What about that day you said I wouldn't amount to shit
And about that day you kicked me out onto the bricks
What about that time you said I wouldn't make a dime
And about that time you said I couldn't make you mine

Destination to the bank overseas
Where Akon's treated like royalty
'Cause there's so much in this world that I have to see
The wagon's rolling jump on it and follow me

Born and raised in Africa trying to make a scene
(Trying to make a scene)
The best way to get to you is by this music thing
And you might believe

Akon, c'mon

(Let's take it to the streets)
I traveled thro the ghetto's of America
(Let's take it to the streets)
I traveled thro the ghetto's of Africa

(Let's take it to the streets)
I traveled thro the ghetto's of Asia
(Let's take it to the streets)
I traveled thro the ghetto's all over

Just another journey, another journey into time
Just another journey
Who ever thought I'd cross this line
And my journey, yeah

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Another Reason - Lyrics - Darkest Hour

Title: Another Reason
Artist: Darkest Hour
Composer(s): Billups Allen, John Henry, Ryan Parrish, Mike Scheibaum, Fred Ziomek

Lyric:
Keep your eyes on the trigger
And your mind on the ecstasy
Just caress the emptiness
Sit back and let it bleed

We need salvation
We need another God on the TV screen
We need to believe

We need salvation
We need another God on the TV screen
We need to believe

Fill your pockets with others casualties
Just a talk show, leper prophecy
Just caress the emptiness
Sit back and let it bleed

We need salvation
We need another God on the TV screen
We need to believe

We need salvation
We need another God on the TV screen
We need to believe

Can you show me happiness?
Can you show me the other side of the prison chain?
Can you show me prime time addiction?
Sadistic delusion

We need salvation
We need another God on the TV screen
We need to believe

We need salvation
We need another God on the TV screen
We need to believe

Our father, our sponsor
Our cheep plastic figure
Our father, our sponsor
Can you spare one more dollar?

Our father, our sponsor
Our cheep plastic figure
Our father, our sponsor
Can you spare one more dollar?

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Monday, August 16, 2010

The Unwritten Law - Lyrics - The House Of Blue Light - Deep Purple

Title: The Unwritten Law
Album: The House Of Blue Light
Artist: Deep Purple
Composer(s): Ian Paice, Roger Glover, Ritchie Blackmore, Ian Gillan

Lyric:
Listen to me I've got a warning for you
You've got to learn to take more care
'Cos if you swim in dirty water
Be careful how you dry your hair

In a room within a room
In a hole within a hole
You've got to learn to share your secrets
Or you'll lose your soul

I've got the evidence I know you're broke
The unwritten law
Another town, another one-night stand
You know, you broke the law

It's so hard to hold back
When the fire is in your eyes
A silver dollar in my pocket
I don't like surprises

I've got your souvenir
Is that the price I've got to pay
It ain't been that long
Since the last charade

I've got the evidence I know you're broke
The unwritten law
Another town, another one-night stand
You know, you broke the law

I know you're guilty
But I'm carrying the blame
I took out much more than I put in
And I felt the pain

In a dirty little room
With nowhere left to hide
You told the truth with your eyes
But you lied inside

I've got the evidence I know you're broke
The unwritten law
Another town, another one-night stand
You know, you broke the law

I've got the evidence I know you're broke
The unwritten law
Another town, another one-night stand
You know, you broke the law

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Family Tree - Lyrics - Darryl Worley

Title: Family Tree
Artist: Darryl Worley
Composer(s): Darrell Scott

Lyric:
Dancin' in the living room cuttin' up a rug
Dancin' with a baby looks more like a hug
Livin' in a house made of saw mill wood
"Roll over Beethoven" never sounded so good

Come on baby, baby let's go
Where we get the money honey I don't know
One more baby's alright by me
We'll just add another limb to the family tree

Well raising up babies is our new sport
You're one day late and I'm a dollar short
Now maybe it was planned maybe it was a goof
But a cat just has to dance on a hot tin roof

Come on baby, baby let's go
Where we get the money honey I don't know
One more baby's alright by me
We'll just add another limb to the family tree

Well the lawnmower's broken, the tax is due
And if I find another tick I'm gonna come unglued
We got hand me down clothes, hand me down shoes
We got the big belly momma here we go again blues

Come on baby, baby let's go
Where we get the money honey I don't know
One more baby's alright by me
We'll just add another limb to the family tree

Baby, whoa, whoa let's go
Where we get the money I don't know
One more baby alright's by me
It's alright, it's alright now baby
We'll just add another limb to the family tree
Oh we'll just add another limb to the family tree
We'll just add another limb to the family tree

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Spoke In The Wheel - Lyrics - Sonic Brew - Black Label Society

Title: Spoke In The Wheel
Album: Sonic Brew
Artist: Black Label Society
Composer(s): Zakk Wylde

Lyric:
Lord, I question whether I've had my fill
Lord, I question whether I can take much more
You may laugh as I lay here bleeding baby, yeah
No more afters or befores

Some day you'll know just how I feel
You left me there twice before
Some day you'll know just how it feels
Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride
Like you were never nothing special
Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel

So you say I'm just another dollar baby
So you say I'm just another day, yeah
Once my blood was strong but now it's jaded and it's thin
Unlike you I can still tell right from wrong

Some day you'll know just how it feels
While you left me there twice before
Some day you'll know just how it feels
Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride
Like you were never nothing special
Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel

Some day you'll know just how it feels
While you left me there twice before
Some day you'll know just how it feels
Shattered, cast aside, stripped of your pride
Like you were never nothing special
Made you feel like another spoke in the wheel

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Tuesday, August 24, 2010

Another Dollar - Lyrics - Phenomenon - Ll Cool J

Title: Another Dollar
Album: Phenomenon
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): R Pimentel, J.C. Olivier, M Rebennack, S Barnes, J.T. Smith

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Lyric:
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens
AKA John Mickens

I'm the king I floss rings, the new John Mickens
Uhh, I'm stayin' rich and keep the haters bitchin'
From New York to Richmond, my shine is sickenin'
Ice drips, frost bits, so forfeit
I got to rewrite this mackin' game, baby
Layin' in the barber shop, knowin' haters is shady
Maybe, they sex young chicks and whips

But I got Lesbo Combos ridin' stick-shifts
For no chips, I'm seein' four to eight lips
Let me tell ya 'bout my life-style, players and chips, sick
Mr.Smith, the rarest breed
Separate the dimes from 'hoes like chronic seeds
Miraculous lyrical swiftness
Practice this, stop bein' actresses
On mattresses with your legs up in the air
Splash the crisp John Micks, a millionaire

Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla

My fortune five hundred is fully funded
Joints I pumps, gives my pockets the mumps
I'm the glossiest and the costliest
Feel the force of this lyrical arsonist
Hotter than a yacht with Rottweillers
Chicks in choppers with they thong sittin' proper
The crisp poppa bringin' drama like soap operas
The show stopper if you playas don't flow proper

I'm the jiggliest, bitch, shit the wittiest
Wonderin' why cats front on who's the williest
Chill, relax, you cats will fall
Ten mill, ten plaques upon my wall
You stall, mix large, I see y'all
Mash ya like roaches then cop diamond broaches
Super calla never mind the alladocious
Sin the fellas, get blazed and you can quote this

Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla

I'm the M C that you strive to be
Competition is dead, 'coz ain't none of all live as me
Handsome moody, I keep it raw, baby
So save all the good fella Scorsese
So iced up, they call me Mount Everest
The many get honey ways draped over my headrest
I run game from Fort Green to Maine
I keep ya head noddin' like dope is in your vein

Hail to the king Cajone Jing a ling
I buy ya clicks loyalty with one Pinkie ring
Gotta be above average to grow Cabbage
I wreack Havoc, do damage
Don't have it techniques up to par
You, get ya black ass looped like Mardi Grass
Chick soup too hittin' me off in yo' car
Blaze her in the alley 'coz she actin' Bourgeoisie

Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla
Anutha day, anutha dolla

Man it's hard bein' the king, baby
But someone's gotta do it, haha

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Mekong - Lyrics - The Refreshments

Title: Mekong
Artist: The Refreshments
Composer(s): Brian Blush, Roger Clyne, Paul H. Naffah, Arthur Edwards

Lyric:
Barkeep, another Mekong please
Yes of course, you can keep the change
A new glass here for this new friend of mine
Forgive me, I forgot your name
Flip a coin, what shall we talk about?
Heads, I tell the truth, and tails, I lie

Well I came all the way, from Taipei today
Now Bangkok's pouring rain as I'm going blind again
And I haven't seen my girl for fifteen thousand miles

But is it true, it's always happy hour here?
And if it is, I'd like to stay a while
Well as cliche as it may sound, I'd like to raise another round
And if your bottle's empty, help yourself to mine
Thank you for your time and here's to life

Barkeep, we need to go around again
One for me and what's his name, my new best friend
So deal me in and I'll pick my cards up off the floor
I'll see a lucky coin and raise a pack of lies
Well, smile to the girl at the door, another 4 dollar whore
But don't look her in the eyes, she'll break your heart

We came all the way from Taipei today
Still Bangkok's pissin' rain and we're going blind again
And I haven't seen my girl for fifteen thousand miles

But is it true, it's always happy hour here?
And if it is, I'd like to stay a while
Well as cliche as it may sound, I'd like to raise another round
And if your bottle's empty, help yourself to mine
Thank you for your time and here's to life

Well is it true, it's always happy hour here?
And if it is, I'd like to stay a while
Well as cliche as it may sound, I'd like to raise another round
And if your bottle's empty, help yourself to mine
Thank you for your time

Well as cliche as it may sound, I'd like to raise another round
And if your bottle's empty, help yourself to mine
Thank you for your time and here's to life

Here's to life, here's to life
Here's to life, again

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Doe Boy Fresh - Lyrics - Last 2 Walk - Three 6 Mafia

Title: Doe Boy Fresh
Album: Last 2 Walk
Artist: Three 6 Mafia
Composer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul D. Beauregard, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
Yeah, Hypnotize Minds, Three 6 Mafia
Academy Award winners, what?
Chamillionaire, we stronger then ever, for real
The last 2 off, goin', it's goin' down

I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?

Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?

Another day, another dollar, another night to make a hoe holler
I pop her cherry, then I pop my collar
Pop brand new tags off a brand new clothes
Brush my hair back and kick the hoe out the door

Flip a quarter, see which ride I'm pullin' out the garage
While it's transmitters in the bump of my barge
Pull a pack out as if my body ever sinned
10 o'clock at night but my day just begin

07 Murcielago with the wings out
I usually never drive it but I heard the hoes out
Fresher than a mint leaf, smellin' like a coca leaf
Center of attention, hoe smilin' 'coz they posted

I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?

Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?

Man, these kids know how I get my grands
Tryna snatch it? Better switch ya plans
Pull a stack out my Dickies pants
And slap a hater with my business hand

Keep a spare for that clip that jams
Money like Mike and a pimp like can
Put some chromes under that big sedan
And I'm pimpin' better than Xzibit can

And then you're impressed of how my hair lookin' Aquafina clear
If you don't like it, come dispute it, do your best to disappear
Yeah, you know what it is, don't call me Chamillionaire
Now the world gotta address me as the 'Hustla of the Year'

I demand some respect, I'm demandin' respect
Or I'm commandin' that canon through that dam, that's the chest
Ain't no hustler or another on the planet as fresh
So when I lift up my royal hand, my pinky ring shake your pecks

I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?

My cars inside peanut butter, outside jelly
Flicker 26 is drankin', drankin' with my celly
We takin' real orders, talkin' coke in that telly
We choppin' up the doe like a butcher in the deli

You know that purple kush leave your clothes all smelly
But if you slangin' pounds, then your pockets should be swelly
I'm ballin' 'til I'm fallin' just like that movie 'Belly'
I'm always stayin' strapped for you niggas that be petty

Toe the 9, 9, 9, on the grind, grind, grind
I shine, shine, shine, jewelry blind, blind, blind
The time, time, time, yes, it's prime, prime, prime
I'm takin' no retracts 'coz it's mine, mine, mine, nigga

I stay doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?

Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?
Doe boy, doe, doe, doe boy fresh
Yeah, now what it is, boy?

I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh

I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh
I stay fresh, fresh, fresh, fresh

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

N-Noreaga - Invincible - Lyrics - The Reunion - Capone

Title: N-Noreaga - Invincible
Album: The Reunion
Artist: Capone
Composer(s): Jimmie L. Cameron, Victor Santiago, Vella Cameron, Chris E. Er Martin, Kiam Holley

Lyric:
(CNN, CNN, Capone and Noreaga)
(You know what I'm sayin'?)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
For all the niggas who keep askin'
When CNN gonna do a joint with Premier

Ha, we did it, we here now, y'all niggas can stop askin'
Go cop the fuckin' album, The Reunion
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
(The invincible, untouchable, CNN)
But right now, CNN and Premier, nigga, do it like this, nigga

Yo, yo Melvin Flynt drop, my whole collasso stop
I can't believe I fucked up and made a half-ass album
My excuse is, my pops just died
And I ain't wanna make music, my pops just died

My fans stuck with me, my shit still went gold
I got a habit just to drive, gettin' head and I roam
CNN, we like the Grand Royal
I write rhymes with the Coke oil

Yo, Apollo heat, see me, sell [unverified] right with [unverified] creep
Got out the club, seen the police, [unverified] deep
I'm like Frank Mathis, see me blow my dough
And any bitch givin head, if she blow I know

Oh no, we had to go see Premo
Taped it up, The Reunion, a brand new cut
Up in D and D, stayin' with some rats and some sluts
From the projects, she know we need our welfare cut

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

Premo, what up man?
Yo, I'm not rowdy but I bang niggas and I pop collas
I grind for the top dollars, fight rottweilers
Put my hand on the Bible, tell it to the judge

I'm a lie for my thug, take it in blood
I'm dot com, I drop bombs, kill ya squad
Live like I'm still in the yard 'til I pop ya god
For my niggas in the bridge, with the 50 dollar

Panasonics and the blank 8's
Who rap chronic collab jake
Whether we have not or have cake
We got gas to get that straight

We movin' at a fast rate, my last case I got bail
My first one, man did indicted
How I write it, sister can't stand it
I smoke bud, get pissy, who could flow with me

Staggerin', bang like the wild Aficans
Spit gutter on a Premo beat, for the love of the street
The only child, my little brother was he

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

Yo, yo, my thugs is bilingual
You see my shit speak Spanish
Disappearing acts make your whole team vanish
From coast to coast I got them things

Badda-boom-badda-bing, he the glorious king
Another album, another plaque
Another ounce and another mac
Another chromed out gat
Another place to face where I lace you at
I put all type a holes in ya face you black

Yo, yo, who think I don't got it?
I'm like workin' with a bird, I got long product
Give it to you raw, won't chop it
New York niggas is foul, we body sling shit in the val'

Them pregnant fiends, killin they child
I'm the next best thing to X, oral sex
Brand new tecs, food stamps and welfare checks
I'm the messiah, recognize it, political prisoner
From the projects, I send shots where the cops is, nigga

CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end
CNN, Network Channel 10, yo, it's all reality
I'm in it to win it, sit back picture that
Yo respect it, the legacy'll never end

The invincible, untouchable, CNN
The invincible, untouchable, CNN

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Everyday - Lyrics - Hot & Wet - 112

Title: Everyday
Album: Hot & Wet
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, Quinnes Parker, Marvin In Isley, Michael Keith, O'Kelly Isley, Marvin E Scandrick, William Devaughn, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Daron Tavaris Jones, Rudolph Isley, Robert Hankerson

Lyric:
Everyday, yah
Oh Oh, everyday
This is the real right here
Things ain't always what they seem
Check it

People look at us and say, "Man, they got it made
They signed a record deal and now them boys is paid"
But they don?t know what comes along with it
With all the fame and the fortune there?s still bull

'Cause even though we struggled hard
And gave up everything just to make it this far
Some people love us, and other people hate us
But we gonna take the haters make them our motivators

'Cause they don?t know what we?ve been through
And none of them could ever walk a mile in our shoes
Man, I got to keep it real
Every record deal ain't a good record deal

But I?m a grown man so I didn?t cry about it
Kept my head up, stayed strong
Until I got up out that contract

And I reminisce on what my lawyer use to say
But I wanted it so bad
I guess I had to learn the hard way

(Everyday)
Yeah, the pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
Yeah, if it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

People wanna know what?s goin' on with 112
If they leave, if they leave
Are their records goin' to sell?

They say that he gave us the hits
Knowin' damn well that we write our own
It?s not that I?m mad about it
But I gotta clear it up for those wonderin' about it
I think you need to read the credits
Open up the CD dog and read the credits

'Cause things ain't always what they seem
So don?t believe everything you see on T.V
In the videos, I was in a Bentley
And that Bentley in it, belonged, to me

My earrings had to be at least 5 karats
I had to live up to that superstar status
Stayed on the road, had to stay doin' shows
Even though I?m goin' broke
I couldn?t let nobody know

(Everyday)
Yeah, the pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
Yeah, If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

People look at us and say, "How does it feel
On a new label with a multi million dollar deal"
I?m just glad we stayed together

We put our faith in the Lord and He made things better
'Cause He said it in His word that one day you're gonna get
What ya?ll deserve, wow

Now aren?t ya glad we stayed together
Through the good and the bad times
We stayed together
Through the rich and the broke times
Through stormy weather

And hey, now we look back like
Don?t you remember when you couldn?t afford that boy
Hey, sunroof top
Chillin' by sea with a down south female
Like hey, how ya love that
Twenty four inch rims big body Cadillac
And hey, we do it like that

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
Yeah, if it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

(Everyday)
The pressures of this game got us goin' insane
(Oh oh, everyday)
If it ain't one damn thing, it?s another thing

Oh, ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
True friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

From ninety six to two thousand three
112 still keepin' together
All we need is true friends all around the world
Our music gonna last forever

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Friday, July 30, 2010

Ends - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: Ends
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Dante Ross, Erik Schrody

Lyric:
Ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends
Rats snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further, I want my ends

I knew this cat named Darrell, he didn't have a dollar
He was Harvard material, Ivy League scholar
Had a PhD., had an M.B.A.
But now he's waiting tables 'cause there's rent to pay

Companies downsizing, inflation's rising
Can't find a job, he's feeling kind of stressed
Doesn't even feel the effects when he says
Forgot to count how many times he been blessed

So he falls off track, starts smokin' the crack
And once it hits his brain, it starts to chain react
He sells the shirt off his back, shoes off his feet
He's losing all his teeth, now he's out in the street

And all of sudden he's like Jesse James
Tryin' to stick up kids for their watches and chains
But he's from business school and he's nervous with the tool
So he ends up on his back in the bloody pool

For the ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends
Rats snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further, I want my ends

I knew this chick named Sally, she had a nice strut
And everywhere that I went, she was up in the cut
Swinging that butt like race you out here
Only rapped the Benz and rocked the fly gear

Brand name wearing, champagne waving
Jewels around the neck, life style she's craving
Ain't no saving, she's doin' enough spending
You do the lending, she'll do the bending

Straight machine vending, it's money for take
Shopping sprees get her on her knees
And if you hit her with keys to your crib, you acting funny
Come home one day, find her counting out your money
From the Wetlands, all the way to the Apollo
If you're broke she's spittin', if you're rich she might swallow

For the ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends
Rats snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further, I want my ends

I knew these two homeboys that made a lot of noise
Making money on the block, kids was on they jock
They was tougher than leather like Reverend Run
DMC, they was toting guns

Holdin' weight, goin' out of state
Stackin' mad chips and pushin' phat whips
Fly jewels and clothes and got no job
And then one disappeared and one got robbed

For the ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends
Rats snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends
So before we go any further, I want my ends

Ends, some people will rob their mother for the ends
Rats snitch on one another for the ends
Sometimes kids get murdered for the ends

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Friday, August 20, 2010

Mic Contract - Lyrics - O.G. Original Gangster - Ice T

Title: Mic Contract
Album: O.G. Original Gangster
Artist: Ice T
Composer(s): Tracy (Ice-T) Marrow

Lyric:
Brainstorm microphone napalm
This is it, words from a time bomb
Attack speed, fast as an F-fifteen
Raise the heat, light the gasoline
Overload, it might cause a blackout
Dead end, there's no chance to back out
Hit the tripwire, duck from the gunfire
Broken glass, screech'n car tires, bodies hit the deck
As I commence to wreck
Eject another clip and drip sweat
Face of danger, increasin' anger
Point blank, I smoke another stranger
Grip the mic tight, I see the brake lights
Hit the back door, I lay down cross the floor
E's on the wheels, he makes the rubber squeal
Blood's on my gear from caps I've peeled
About a block away I sit up, look back
It wasn't nothin' but a microphone contract

Dressed in black, I stalk my prey
Parabellum in a leather attache
Low tones I speak, I speak to few
Just give me the money and who the fuck to do
Four blocks away my aim's clean
Night scope on a silence carbine
Place my cross hairs on my vic's eye
Squeeze the trigger, watch the brains fly
Violent? Yeah, you could call me that
Insane? You're on the right track
But turn the sounds up so I can stay amped
Do another crew and break camp
The only way I sleep is in a cold sweat
You say I'm crazy? You ain't see shit yet
'Cause I love to kill and kill for fun
The microphone goes off like a handgun
It's goin' down now grab your girl, hops
No excuses when the bodies begin to drop
Look in my face, fool, it look like I'm playin'
Don't become another victim of mic slayin'

What's up? You want your feet in some concrete?
I got some brothers that'll do you for gold teeth
But most the time I move, I move alone
Take a bat, break your motherfuckin' dome
Shoot you dead in the face with a sawed off
One hundred ten degrees, ice don't get soft
'Cause I'm hard as they come, I come correct
You can't handle the vandal hit eject
If not you better get out my face, sucker
Or else you better be a good bullet ducker
'Cause I'm a rip shop, tell that ass drop
Five O ice, yo fuck a damn cop
'Cause I move hard and cold with a gangster stroll
Five thousand dollar suits and fly gold
Rolex, you can't fit no more diamonds on it
Pinky ring, worth a house, if I decide to pawn it
What's up now punk? You start to choke up?
You try to move on the ice, you'll get broke up

Midnight, time for a homicide
Showtime, somebody's gonna die
E hits the switch and thousands of volts connect
With the weapon that's in my fist
I see a sucka in the third row, tryin' to riff
A paragraph and a half he's stiff
I start bustin' off barrages ear high
Mothers grab for their children, tears fly
I'm like a psycho in the microphone zone
Speakers blown, mind gone, I can't be touched
Once my lyrics begin to fly
Simple stage radiation could make you die
You got a prob nigga, you think your rep's bigger?
Hold your heard right there while I squeeze the trigger
'Cause I'm a crazy motherfucker, that's no joke
My favorite smell is the aroma of gunsmoke
I'm bustin' off another lyrical nightmare
Parents hate the ice, you think that I care?
Well, I don't give a fuck 'cause I rhyme tough
Drop science, still bust the ill stuff
So now it's time for crime and the rhyme is mine
Track the movement hide from the punchline
I rhyme with quickness, microphone fitness
The assassinator stay off the shit list

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Better Days - Lyrics - Mobile Estates - Citizen King

Title: Better Days
Album: Mobile Estates
Artist: Citizen King
Composer(s): Matthew John Sims, David Cooley

Lyric:
In my shoes my toes are busted
My kitchen says my bread is molded
I got a good job at the dollar store

One foot in the hole
One foot gettin' deeper
With a broken mirror and a blown out speaker
I ain't got much else to lose

I'm faded, flat busted
Been jaded, I've been dusted
I know that I've seen better days

One foot in the hole
One foot gettin' deeper
Crank it to eleven, blow another speaker
And I ain't got, I ain't got much to lose

'Cuz I've seen better days
I've been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

I've seen better days
I've been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

Now, my cup's filled up with five buck wine
I find myself here all the time
Another rip in the glass
Another chip in my tooth

Rained on, I've been stained on
Found another goat I try to put the blame on
And now I'm steppin' on all the cracks
So I guess there ain't no use

'Cuz I've seen better days
I've been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

I've seen better days
I've been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

I'm bent like glass
Second hand like glory
Missed the bus but I'm in no hurry
Molasses fast, no business born

One foot in the hole
One foot gettin' deeper
Crank it to eleven, blow another speaker
And I ain't got, I ain't got much to lose

I've seen better days
I've been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
And the bottom drops out

I've seen better days
I've been the star of many plays
I've seen better days
I've seen better days

I know that I've seen better days
(And the bottom drops out)
I've been the star of so many plays
(And the bottom drops out)

I walked on the edge without a hold whole way
(And the botton drops out)
'Cuz I know, I know that I've seen better, better days
(And the bottom drops out)

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