Another Drinkin' Song - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: Another Drinkin' Song
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Joseph Gittleman, Dicky Barrett

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Lyric:
Mmm, gonna dive into a jive I've dove into before
Gonna haunt a haunt I've haunted
Like a million times or more
A familiar joint where getting drunk's the only point
To frequent this place, with any frequency at all

Countin' on a remedy I've counted on before
Goin' with a cure that's never failed me
What you call the disease?
I call the remedy
What you're callin' the cause?
I call it the cure

I'm gonna sing a song, a song to you, a song I've sung before
Belt out a ballad that I've belted out a million times or more
The words I'm gonna scream
And getting drunk's the central theme
To the lyrics, if you can
Make a lyrics out at all

I'm countin' on a remedy I've counted on before
Goin' with a cure that's never failed me
What you call the disease?
I call the remedy
What you're callin' the cause?
I call it the cure

Just a devotion to a potion
Now please no applause
And a dedication to a medication and a crutch a cure a cause
What I've counted on to pick me up
Has knocked me to my knees
Before I hit the floor, once more I'm gonna call it the disease

I'm countin' on a remedy I've counted on before
Goin' with a cure that's never failed me
What you call the disease?
I call the remedy
What you're callin' the cause?
I call it the cure
I call it the cure
(Call it the cure)

(I'm gonna cure)
Gonna dive into a jive I've dove into before
A song I've sung before
(Call it the cure)
I'm gonna sing a song, a song to you, a million times or more

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Radio - Lyrics - The Phoenix - Lyfe Jennings

Title: Radio
Album: The Phoenix
Artist: Lyfe Jennings
Composer(s): Lyfe Jennings

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Lyric:
I remember shoot outs over necklaces
Little Debbie breakfasts
An' it's growin' up in the projects, life stinks

Drinkin' fifths of Hennessey
To forget my misery
Strugglin' out here in these streets

Barely livin' in this world
It's seems so hateful
The kids are so ungrateful
And I'm no longer able to disguise my disgust

And I know they're sayin' we should trust
The Lord will come and help us
And maybe I'm just being selfish
But I've had enough

But when my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam

Said when my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am that's my jam

I remember fightin' with my babysitter
Life without no father figure
Searchin' for my daddy's killer, life stinks

Workin' jobs that I don't like
Cussin' out God every night
For givin' me this awful life

And it don't stop 'cos this world
It's just so hateful
The kids are so ungrateful
And I'm no longer able to disguise my disgust

And I know they say we should trust
The Lord will come and help us
And maybe I'm just being selfish
But I've had enough

When my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam

Said when my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
And for one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam
That's my jam

Yo, I done been in a lot of street fights
Got a hood stripes but I ain't immune to pain
Whether you are seventeen, black or white
Gay, straight or a lesbian

We all go through the same thing on one level or another
You never had a dad, had a part time mother
Had a good girl but she was too gutter
Mommie got a man now but you still love her

Some things just fall apart
Like some words break your heart
Even if you don't admit it sometimes in the back of your mind
You really want to fall down and cry and never get up

But you gotta get up 'cos you gotta pay bills
Even though you feel like a loser
But you ain't a loser
You God's child and can't nothin' move ya

When my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
For one moment I'm not there at all
No matter where in my life I am, that's my jam
That's my jam

When my song comes on the radio
I forget all of my troubles
Oh, no matter where in my life I am, that's my jam

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I Go Back - Lyrics - When The Sun Goes Down - Kenny Chesney

Title: I Go Back
Album: When The Sun Goes Down
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Kenny Chesney

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Lyric:
Jack and Diane painted a picture of my life and my dreams
Suddenly this crazy world made more sense to me
Well, I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along
'Cause every time I hear that song

An' I go back to a two toned short bed Chevy
Drivin' my first love out to the levy
Livin' life with no sense of time
An' I go back to the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks

Every time I hear that song
I go back, I go back

I used to rock all night long to, "Keep On Rockin' Me Baby"
Frat parties, college bars, just tryin' to impress the ladies
Well, I heard it today and I couldn't help but sing along
'Cause every time I hear that song

An' I go back to the smell of an old gym floor
The taste of salt on the Carolina shore
After graduation and drinkin' goodbye to friends
And I go back to watchin' summer fade to fall
Growin' up too fast and I do recall
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks

Every time I hear that song
I go back, I go back

We all have a song that somehow stamped our lives
Takes us to another place and time

So I go back to a pew, preacher, and a choir
Singin' 'bout God, brimstone, and fire
And the smell of Sunday chicken after church
And I go back to the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
Now "Only The Good Die Young" stops me in my tracks

Every time I hear that song
I go back, I go back

To the feel of a fifty yard line
A blanket, a girl, some raspberry wine
I go back
(I go back)

To watchin' summer fade to fall
Growin' up too fast and I do recall
I go back
(I go back)

To the loss of a real good friend
And the sixteen summers I shared with him
I go back
(I go back)

I go back, I go back

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Why Oh Why - Lyrics - Spearhead

Title: Why Oh Why
Artist: Spearhead
Composer(s): Michael Franti

Lyric:
I say my prayers every mornin' just like orange juice
I crack the crinkles out my body till I'm feelin' loose
I strap my sneakers on my feet like they was combat boots
They fit my feet like Cinderella when I'm shootin' hoops

Why oh why do memories keep chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Sometimes I wanna blow my brains to put my life at ease
But I ain't clockin' out I gotta see the seven seas

Please, seven's a very lucky number for me
That was the age when I discovered how good ballin' could be
Up every mornin' with the birdies doin' little drills
Go to my left go to my right developin' mad skills

How could a love for this game bring so much sadness
I played with brothas with so much badness
But now they gone I sing a song pop a three
From the top of the key in they memory

Why, oh, why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court singin'

Why, oh why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball court

Do you remember runnin' the court in September?
Me and my homies be down for whoever
Would come along and try to send us to the showers
From the game that we'd been dominatin' there for hours

All day to be more specific east to west
From Atlantic to Pacific fools would come round
To get down and try to take our crown
But we would hold our ground and we would never back down

Old timers, new timers would get in line there
And take a seat there and try to prepare
But oh, no, there was no chance when we was in the zone
We was alone at the top, we had hops, we got props

And when we needed to we busted chops
Wipe the court with your game like we was usin' mops
What ever happened to the Super Hoopers in the park
I reminisce while shootin' solitary after dark

Why, oh, why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court singin'

Why, oh why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball court

Why, oh, why?
Why, oh, why?

Brother C came fresh from out of town
And he had handles and like McDonald's he could clown ya
Dribblin' baby bounces between drinkin' forty ounces
Knock ya on your heels and do circles like he was Curly Neal

But oh no, the liquor got quicker to his head and he said
"I think I musta placed some stupid bets"
He hit me up for some cash, there was a car crash
A splash and then the brother made a mad dash

Rob, oh, Rob his whole life was like a roller coaster
But on the court he looked like a Dr. J. Poster
Flyin' high with an Afro blowin' in the wind
Wipin' Windex, index finger rolls off the glass

Then swish through the net jump a Corvette with a triple pirouette
But off the court he had a few temptations copulations
No moderations by 24 he had 3 pregnations
Last check crack intoxications

So many other brothers gone from this dimension
And none of those who got hurt receive a pension
Give a bup, bup, to those locked up in detention
Memories too many dimension
And we say, "One more time, one more time"

Why, oh, why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I still be memorizin' lines out on the basketball court singin'

Why, oh why do memories be chasin' me?
Sometimes it makes me wanna grab my shit and flee
Even in seasons when it's another color sport
I be rememberin' my partners on the basketball court

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Don'T Cuss The Fiddle - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: Don'T Cuss The Fiddle
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

Lyric:
I scandalized my brother
While admitting that he sang some pretty songs
I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me
And Lord, I knew that that was wrong

Well, I'm looking at it over somethin' cool
And feeling fool enough to see
What I had called my brother on
Now he had every right to call on me

Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there's in trouble boy
Ain't nothin' but another side of you

If we ever get to heaven boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's song

I found a wounded brother
Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon
And soon enough he turned on me
Like he'd done every face in that saloon

Well, we cussed him to the ground
And said he couldn't even steal a decent song
But as soon as it was spoken
We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong

Don't ever cuss that fiddle boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there's in trouble boy
Ain't nothin' but another side of you

If we ever get to heaven boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's song
I know that it sounds silly
But I think that I just stole somebody's song

She's a good hearted woman
In love with a good two timin' man
And she loves him in spite of the way
That she don't understand

And if tear drops and laughters [Incomprehensible]

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6 Feet Deep - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: 6 Feet Deep
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Michael Barnett, Brad Johnson, Joseph Johnson, Lionel Richie, Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
There's far too many of you dying

June, 28 was the date 38
Till the chest plate mommy dear's cryin' at the wake
And everybody's dressed up in black suits
Goin' to pay their last respects to the black troop

Why'd he have to die is the question that we're under
But everyone knows that everyday's a different number
So when your time comes, just remember G
You'll always have a place in this world as a memory

Especially my boys who passed away back in '92
Best believe that all the boys in the hoods got love for you
Wherever we go, wherever we be, we be thinkin'
Of how we hung in the clubs smokin' and drinkin'

Never missin' out on a hood fight
'Cause everyday back in the hood we had a good fight
Everything is changed and people are lookin' lonely
It's gonna be strange spendin' New Year's eve without your homie

But ain't much that we can do
Except pour brew throughout the crew
To make sure we all remember you
And believe me it hurts
To see the boy you broke bread with six feet in the dirt, dirt

There's far too many of you dying
There's far too many of you dying

Another homie got smoked but it's no surprise
Everybody's trippin' 'cause the boy was too young to die
A sad sight to see my homie take his last breath
Everybody's trippin' 'cause they can't accept my homie's death

Another killin' was reported on the evenin' news
Somebody's brother got killed behind a pair a shoes
In the midst of all this shit I think about myself
Wonderin' when somebody's gonna try to take me off the shelf

But I refuse to be another violent casualty
So when I'm rollin', I pack my pistol grip beside my knee
'Cause on the city streets today a brother jus' can't win

When the people you think are your friends
Really ain't your friends, uh and bush wick can't sleep
When everybody aroun' me keeps fallin' six feet deep

There's far too many of you dying
There's far too many of you dying

The pain that's deep inside of everybody grows
As they approach to see the body before the casket close
The person standin' next to me has snapped the flip
Once I seen the casket closed I knew that that was it

The whole entire family spoke on his defense
The choir sung the songs that make us reminisce
And durin' all the singing I broke down myself
When I looked and seen the family that my partner left

And then the choir broke into it's final song
Thinkin' to myself the worst is yet to come
Everyone was headed for the final flight
As we creeped along the gravel on the burial sight

The director said his words and there was not a sound
As they lower my little partner [Incomprehensible] inside the ground
Everybody dropped their flowers on the coffin top
And then they work alone with the concrete block and that's deep

There's far too many of you dying
There's far too many of you dying

A lotta homies die, a lotta mothers cry
I watch tears fall down from their eyes
Everybody wants to go to Heaven
But nobody wants to take the chance
They chose the music so they had to dance

Couldn't tell 'em nothin' was a player, had ta have it
Got caught up in the game now ma boy's in the casket
And everybody's lookin' for somebody else to blame
Ashamed to let his mother know that he was in a gang

We used to kick it on the Ave at night
Comin' up tryin' to have the finer things in life
But now my boys gone, I wish he was at home
I wish he wouldn't a never fell victim to the clone

So when I drink a brew for you, I pour some on the block, son
You might be gone but you damn sure ain't forgotten
So on remember whenever or wherever
Dead or alive real partners come together, and you know that

There's far too many of you dying
There's far too many of you dying

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Don'T Cuss The Fiddle - Lyrics - Kris Kristofferson

Title: Don'T Cuss The Fiddle
Artist: Kris Kristofferson
Composer(s): Kris Kristofferson

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Lyric:
I scandalized my brother
While admittin' that he sang some pretty songs
(And he did)
I'd heard that he'd been scandalizing me
And, Lord, I knew that, that was wrong
(And it was)
Now I'm lookin' at it over
Somethin' cool and feelin' fool enough to see
What I had called my brother on
Now he had every right to call on me

Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble, boy
Ain't nothin' but another side of you
If we ever get to Heaven, boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's songs

I found a wounded brother
Drinkin' bitterly away the afternoon
And soon enough he turned on me
Like he'd done every face in that saloon
Well, we cussed him to the ground
And said he couldn't even steal a decent song
But soon as it was spoken
We was sad enough to wish that we were wrong

Don't ever cuss that fiddle, boy
Unless you want that fiddle out of tune
That picker there in trouble, boy
Ain't nothin' but another side of you
And if we ever get to Heaven, boys
It ain't because we ain't done nothin' wrong
We're in this gig together
So let's settle down and steal each other's songs

I know that it sounds silly
But I think that I just stole somebody's song

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Star Song - Lyrics - Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies - Bowling For Soup

Title: Star Song
Album: Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Jaret Ray Reddick, Butch Walker

Lyric:
You got your tongue pierced once
And you say you got another
That you can't show anyone unless it's under covers
But you're running around showing everyone your new tattoo

You got an 'A' in class and you hope no one would notice
You're the smartest kid in school and it makes you self-conscious
And your loser boyfriend's smoking out in the boy's room
I wish someone would tell you

You're a star the way you are, you know you're not fooling anyone
No you've got the eyes of an angel, don't try to change, yeah
Everybody's got their scars
No matter what they tell you, you're beautiful the way you are

And your mama's so happy you became a cheerleader
Homecoming queen just like your older sister
'Til you died your hair pink and they said what were you drinkin'
And it never did sink in, it don't matter what they think, 'cause

You're a star the way you are, you know you're not fooling anyone
No you've got the eyes of an angel, don't try to change, yeah
Everybody's got their scars, never mind how ugly they are
No matter what they tell you, you're beautiful the way you are

All the way you are
All the way you are
All the way you are

You're a star the way you are, you know you're not fooling anyone
No you've got the eyes of an angel, don't try to change, yeah
Everybody's got their scars
No matter what they tell you, you're beautiful the way you are

You're a star the way you are, you know you're not fooling anyone
No you've got the eyes of an angel, don't try to change, yeah
Everybody's got their scars, never mind how ugly they are
No matter what they tell you, you're beautiful the way you are

You're a star the way you are, you know you're not fooling anyone
No you've got the eyes of an angel, don't try to change, yeah
No matter what they tell you, you're beautiful the way you are
No matter what they tell you, you're beautiful the way you are
No matter what they tell you, you're beautiful the way you are

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For You - Lyrics - Sheek Louch

Title: For You
Artist: Sheek Louch
Composer(s): Jared Liveson, Sean Jacobs

Lyric:
This song is for you, not for anyone else but you
It's your own special song, I wrote it for you
Just for you, only for you

I see y'all niggaz wanna ride my dick, whatever
Don't put your hands up on me, Sheek'll come out the leather
Put the hammer to your hatin' mouth, nail it shut
Get off my dick and get you some butt, try and nut

Cause this nut is Macadamian, keep the mack and I'm Damian
This game you don't wanna play me in
Niggaz need somethin' to do, you ain't gon' ride or clap nothin'
Might as well hate from the side, not that ain't good

Bitch I'll push your motherfuckin' cap back
Like you popped open the hood
Flesh burner like somebody keep puttin' in wood
Don't add nothin', don't count nothin' unless it's yours
Let me see, he done been on at least three tours

Bad cars, he at least get thirty for bars
See that's the problem motherfuckers don't know
But they think that they know what you do and what you don't
Where you live, what it cost, what you gettin' for a show
Who your girl, where she from, what you buyin' for that ho

So at that I tell you mind your biz
Punch out, take the bus home and mind your kids
Before ya kids be pumpin' my work, bitch doin' the jerk
Get down and throw sperm on her shirt

Can't be him, he ain't supposed to shine like that
Back with BadBoy that nigga ain't rhyme like that
Damn he hot, you sure? That if you think I'm jiggy nigga
Key to life, Puff, used to be with Biggie nigga
Yeah, S H E E K L O U C H B E sick in the H E A D

I worry when y'all stop hatin', it's a problem, waitin'
When I'm back to drinkin' old beers like Walter Patin
Easy wider, mouth web like a fuckin' spider
Haha, y'all niggaz sweeter than apple cider

I pull a all nighters, pumpin' the fifth
Weed and a spliff, nigga it's the curse and the gift

The fuck, yo engineer do me a favor
Come in here for a minute, please
(Hey Sheek is everything okay in there?)
Nigga, who told you to stop the beat?
Get ya ass in there and turn another beat on

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Suitcase Blues - Lyrics - Triumph

Title: Suitcase Blues
Artist: Triumph
Composer(s): Rik Emmett, Mike Levine, Gil Moore

Lyric:
It's four in the morning, there's not a soul around
This dirty hotel room has really got me down
A modern day minstrel, they got my name in lights
I wish these days of glamor didn't have these lonely nights

I'm on the road to fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad

I guess I'm makin' payments of the dues that must be paid
I cash another song into this endless masquerade
Halfway through the circuit and headed for the coast
Been gone so long I can't remember what I miss the most, ah, but

Me and Johnny Walker and the comfort that he brings
Waitin' on the telephone that never ever rings
On the lonely road of fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad

I got the blues and I got them really bad
The suitcase blues are the worst I ever had
All by my lonesome and I'm halfway 'round the bend
I don?t mind drinkin' solo but I sure could use a friend

Oh, me and Johnny Walker and the comfort that he brings
Waitin' on the telephone that never ever rings
On the lonely road of fortune
And I got the suitcase blues real bad

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Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad - Lyrics - The Coming - Busta Rhymes

Title: Flipmode Squad Meets Def Squad
Album: The Coming
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Wayne A. Notise, Jamal Phillips, Marlon King, Roger Mcnair, Keith Murray, George Spivey, Reggie Noble, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Taking you to the other terrain, we mash strictly for the cream
Here to kill your whole scene and your motherfuckin' team
Little 'Mal, the raw dawg, I know you heard of me
You probably know some bitch niggaz who wanna murder me
Busta Reggie Murray Ramp and Mercy's all we need for disaster
For me the microphone master
Look, I crash ya, bash ya skull
Fucky with Mally G if you're trying to take a fall

Niggaz talk about killin' and never get to it
Fuck the yappin', be true to it, do it
Steady scream about your East and your West side
But you ain't in it when it comes to the homicide
Niggaz better get up off that bullshit quick
Caught up in the limelight, gettin' way too slick
See 'em at the shows 'bout to rock they shit off
Gettin' they peeps fucked up 'cause they block is soft

As for terror, I sever the best of MC's
Look, little Mally G trippin' off these indo trees
About to murder label's jerkin' but mercy us
Def Squad niggaz prophesize like the Perseus
Droppin' degrees to zero with flatlines
Kill your whole entourage off with just one rhyme
One rhyme, one rhyme, one rhyme, just one rhyme
I, I don't give a fuck, I kill 'em with just one rhyme

Woo, yeah, you wish that you could get with this
Terrorist, lyricist, for your era it's
My time to shine and I'm still payin' dues
And I'ma be famous on either rap or the news, motherfucker
I only tell you nothin' but the real it's
Tight up in the struggle tryin' to get this fuckin' meal, why?
Niggaz act shifty so I shift a long
Three tri three chrome, it's the same ol' song

I seen the shades and the suedes from afar Pah
But hold up, do you know who I are?
The M-A-Double, you want trouble you got it the spot is on
You blot it I got it then shot it it's hot up in your dome
Peace with the chrome, piece that I pack
Remember fuck around and catch a Mack to your back

Who the fuck I be I, you cannot see I
Flabbergasted, blasted, my Magnum P.I.
Oops, I lie, I got a cannon bout the size of Grand Canyon
I'm prime time, giving MC's Knots Landing
Duck, heavens to fuckin' Merkatroid
I drop noise that employs the unbelievable
Recline like receding hairline, crime speaks fine
With a nine pull line blind keep mines up my sleeve until

You start to quiver, metabolism splits rivers
I rock so many broads I leave your entourage tender
Like bartenders mix liquor
I serve you over the rocks, I feed you to my flock
Now time to click triggers
Manslaughter in alphabetical order for four quarters
Raw water turn sons to grandaughters

I bring trouble where, you sleep
So I double dare to bust you in your bubble bear, coat
Antidotes cause gunsmoke in Tokyo
MC's dosey do your mics up in this rodeo
My star roast 'em up by the thousands, millions, quadrillions
Shuttin' down national state buildings with high ceilings
Funk Doc to the spot freeze
Creepin' on MC's like Vietnamese in army fatigues
Def Squad representer
Hit yo' ass up from the bottom when you enter

Hey yo, once a crack head, always a tack head
You have no craftibility all that shit you talk is dead
As sex, drugs and violence, balance the scales of reality
Y'all don't want no parts of Keith Murray
I'm nicety and sheisty, I get that ass iced deliciously
Niggaz ain't shit to me, word up
You stupid niggaz always got somethin' smart to say
And probably can't even spell TWA

My crew is like police pull up and park anywhere
Yeah yeah
Jump out and get it on right then and there
Whassup? Whassup?
Niggaz is pussy and ways and actions show it
Most of y'all niggaz dead, and don't even know it
And Def Squad L.O.D. for life
Word up, yeah, fuck your life
Act trife I'll let my dog cold fuck your wife
Fuck your life

Aiyyo, you just heard the sounds of Mally G
Redman, Keith Murray, bringin' the ruckus, the Def Squad
Next up is the Flipmode Squad, this is Howard Cossell
First up to the ring Rampage the Last Boy Scout
Lord Have Mercy For, and the In-fer-mous
Busta Rhymes

Two one two, I'm living life as a rugged MC
When I step up in your jam, yo, I'm V.I.P.
Niggaz and bitches be eyein' me
I'm spontaneous, I'm wreckin' brothers out the frame
Because I'm dangerous
I'm well known like Keith Murray and my boy Reggie Noble
Chickenheads get gassed, so they call me on my mobile
I'm great distance like AT&T
I stroke like a butterfly, sting like a bee

Yo, I Fades Them All like my man Mally G
Whip a nigga ass for free
And makin' sure he see visions of me
Rampage the talk of the town
The stalker of New York that fucks up the underground
I'm comin' thorough like a pack of Life Savers
Ask Marley Marl who's the real Future Flavors

My technique I freak seven days a week
I'm undefeated, you can see my Quantum Leap
I'm hittin brothers where it hurt, lyrical expert
Those who got no publishing they need to get jerked
A hundred percent, I gets down what I invent
Rap artists be dying to a certain extent
Sometimes they use the underground to make a comeback
That shit is wack, fade away and never come back

For now and forever, it's the evil that men do
Mental, my inner center Winter
Frosted froze crews inventor, inventor
Invader, evacuate I collapse your major
Straights and lose minds
You're splits two times, for intruders, for these losers
My maneuvers, drop like lugers
Illegal, maybe Lethal, like Gibson's
Splittin' blessings, with three Weapons
Lay in the cut like C-Sections, infestin' the nine-six
For you mindless, niggaz I smack spineless

Or lay back like recliners, as inject jewels
As flesh, moves, when in vaginas, ooh, ooh ooh ooh
Corrupt your minors like New York City's finest lineups
On LSD fine fust in your sinus
Crush like China's, opiuMC grinders
My dust, these rhymers I hijack like airliners
The infiltrator, creator, I'm sinful
Papers stay viscous like religious cults
Leaders that drop scriptures, and rock clips or assault heaters
My Flipmode niggaz, we're like Afghanistan guerillas

If you want more information look listen and read
While I sit back and I roll another fat bag of weed
We about to take control of your set like cruise control speed
Satisfy my lyrical semen, plants my Johnny Apple-seed
Mental slave grip on your brain like white people
My music will dominate the population like black people
Utilize my efforts to exercise my inner thoughts
I capitalize on my many and various styles of all sorts
Hold down the forts smokin', drinkin' mad quarts
For sports talk to chickenheads in botty lik shorts

Let's get the cream so that we can move up in this fortress
Bounce to art galleries and purchase exotic portraits
Here we go again, another phenomenon when I get on
Busta Rhymes and my nigga named Stretch Armstrong
We represent the ultimate unit for the nine-season
Flipmode Squad will bust your shit for even the wrong reasons
Chaotic sample make a nigga wanna get down
Till they come through like the ATF and shut your shit down
Alcohol, tobacco and firearms is how we movin'
Raw rapid fire flows while the music keeps you niggaz groovin'

I don't know who the fuck you really think you foolin'
You're so far from up to par and your shit needs improvin'
From your conversation the way you come across your shit is off
Malfunctionin' my nigga you about to feel the real force
Lay you on your face while I beat you up your head with the holy cross
Exotic niggaz blastin' off to the Land of the Lost
If you can't see this, I recommend some
School for the blind by Helen Keller

Big ups to Lord Have Mercy, Rampage and the Cella Dwellas
Redman and the Rockafellas
Big ups to Mally G, Keith Murray sunny days and bad weathers
But still we travel the world like National Lampoon
It's Busta Rhymes for the whole entire ninety-six
So saty tuned

Flipmode, completely getting inside that ass
Def Squad, respek

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Karma - Lyrics - Dave Hollister

Title: Karma
Artist: Dave Hollister
Composer(s): Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
Babygirl what's your name? 'Cause I like
No I don't have a girl I'm so trife
She's probably at the crib being a good wife
Without a clue that I'm coming to you tonight
She told me if I ever sneak she'd know
But she doesn't even know where I go
So like a fool to please my ego
I knocked her down like Ray Jones body blow

She'd laid it on me vicious no what I mean
Then granted me three wishes, now see
I don't want my girl to know where we be and
I don't want you to rock with nobody but me and
For my last wish I wanna know what the red
Light blinking is behind those blinds
She taped the whole thing and sent it to my girl
I'm Karma, vengence is mine

K A R M A
Everything about her comes back around
K A R M A
Everything you do will find you somehow
K A R M A
On the card she left me was her name
K A R M A
Could be settling your score today

Two weeks later I met this guy drinkin'
He looked down so I asked what he was thinkin'
He told me about this girl he met one weekend
He had a wife but she was so worth the sneakin'
He took her shoppin' even took her on a cruise
He had a alibi in Vegas which was cool
By the time he got home it was to late
Wife and kids was gone and on the floor there was a tape

She'd laid it on me vicious no what I mean
Then granted me three wishes, lets see
I don't want my girl to know where we be and
I don't want you to rock with nobody but me and
For my last wish I want to know what the red
Light blinking is behind those blinds
She taped the whole thing and sent it to his wife
I'm Karma, vengence is mine

K A R M A
Everything about her comes back around
K A R M A
Everything you do will find you somehow
K A R M A
On the card she left me was her name
K A R M A
Could be settling your score today

Know that Karma's looking for you, yea yea oh
You can't run, you can't hide
There's no use putting up a fight

Put out an A P B for this black girl
She's Chinese, no she's white, what in the world
Be on the look out 'cause she can change faces
And by the sound of things even change races
Please beware 'cause trouble make you weak
She's probably getting another victim as we speak
So check your record if you done any wrong
You'll soon be relating to this song

K A R M A
Everything about her comes back around
K A R M A
Everything you do will find you somehow
K A R M A
On the card she left me was her name
K A R M A
Could be settling your score today

K A R M A
Everything about her comes back around
K A R M A
Everything you do will find you somehow
K A R M A
On the card she left me was her name
K A R M A
Could be settling your score today

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40 - Get Breaded - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Get Breaded
Artist: E
Composer(s): Kevin Gilliam, Joseph Cartagena, Earl Stevens, Todd Eric Gaither

Lyric:
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded
Ooh, E-40, get breaded, get breaded
Sauce Money, get breaded, Fat Joe, get breaded

My penitentiary family'll reach 'fore you make a bet
When you gonna lay in a buck?
When you gon' bust these suckers
Upside the head with another dump?

I ain't no punk I'm like a basepipe 'cause I'm dope
E'rytime I touch the microphone I come with smoke
Playa potnah whatchu talkin' 'bout? What dey lookin' like?
I just come off a double-album You know that shit was tight

You right, I make my drops for the club
And the trunk like a pregnant lady
Come with a album every eight or nine months
See y'all ain't ready

At seventeen, I had a hundred dollars, eh eh, thousands
Chevy Impalas, Granadas, Cougars, lower-development housin'
Who can split it, seen it, did it, been in it, done it?
When y'all was tryin' to walk it, see I was tryin' to run it

Smoked a lot of trees, drunk, trees drunk
Locked a lot of ki?s in the trunk, ki?s in the trunk
On my way back from the sushi bar, drinkin' saki
I'se diamonded down and clusters on my fingers like Liberace

To all my 223 spitters, hustlers, paper go getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your head

If you'se obsessed with your wealth, fanatic
More carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your head

The only way I get involved if it mean more dough
Uh huh, Sauce Money, E 4 O
You know they want 'em, diamonds, flaunt 'em
Treat all my hoes like Billy Blank, son and Tae-Bo on 'em

Whatup ma, too many G's to consume?
I spit game, so I can ease in your womb
I know what you thinkin', I'm just teasin' the tomb
While I kick it with 40, take the keys to my room

Lobster, shrimpin', never simpin', gangsta limpin'
Went from Sauce Money to big pimpin'
Like bell bottoms, too much flare for some
Flow so hot, got summer scared to come

But everybody on the track holdin' weight
Five hundred thou', that's the Golden Gate
From BK to Oaktown, pass the smoke 'round
Let me find out who broke now, uh huh

There's love in the East and there's love in the West
Coast to coast G's do what you do best
Just get your bread, bounce your head

To all my gettin' money chicks if you love the song
Tell your man if he broke, he dead-ass wrong
You better get your bread, bounce your head

Yeah, who wanna fuck with The Last Don?
I hate you niggaz with a passion, fuck around and get blast on
My niggaz mad, strong and they kill you quick
Come out or get hit, we the shit, think I would lie to you, bitch?

You could die with the snitch and buried alive in the ditch
Confide with the Fifth, try to slide but you slid
We the livest of clicks, Terror Squad to the death of me
Remember me? The same kid that ran triz on Stephanie

Felony's the minimal, enemies, I pity you
Step to me, c'est la vie and I'm killin' you
Drillin' you with holes in your chest, you opposin' the best
T S, supreme, crows on the nest

You ain't nothin' like what you say
Out here ain't nuttin' nice for brownie points or stripes
Niggaz take your life with box cutters
Fuck a knife, just for braggin' rights

Lost in the game
Drownin', sinkin', holdin' my breath
Lost in the game
Broke, miserable, starvin' to death

Boom boom boom, boom, boom
Crazy weebleations, boss burn boom
Bills, wheels, and about eleven-thousand dollars
Worth of counterfeit bills marked money and sour dope deals

223 spitters, hustlers paper go-getters
Seven digit figures, tymers, ballers, hillside niggaz
Get your bread, bounce your head

If you'se obsessed with your wealth
And got more carats than a bunny rabbit
Pop yo' collar one time if you got a weed habit
Get your bread, bounce your head

Get your bread, bounce your head
Get your bread, bounce your head

And there you have it
Three tycoons weighin' in at 300 plus
Ya undersmell that?
Fat Joe, Sauce Money and E-40, ya undersmell that?
East Coast West Coast Connection, y'know?

Stick Wid It Records, new millennium ballers
Ya undersmell me? Where you come from?
Bitch, you know we do this, ahoa, shit

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Pat Green

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Pat Green
Composer(s): Pat Green

Lyric:
Well, up and at 'em
Here we go I'm off again to the rodeo
And I've sure got a lotta little things on my mind

One is a song I just started writing
Another is a girl I just finished fighting
She said, it was me but Lord I just don't believe her

If you want to know where I'm a coming from
Just sit right here and I'll tell you son
This life I lead ain't as wonderful as it appears

Here I go again, singin' in this dive
Lone star beer in my cereal is keepin' me alive
I gave up on Nashville along time ago
Yeah, but here I go, Lord once again here I go

I don't need to be too rich
I'm just an old hard headed sonuvabitch
With my eyes still set on the glory days

Back in the times of the dukes of hazard
I was listening to Willie and old Merle Haggard
And smiling just a little as I poked along in my truck

Now there's alot of poor folks in my situation
With years of heartache and frustration
Just kinda watching their dreams turn into years

Here I go again, singin' in this dive
Lone star beer in my cereal is keepin' me alive
I gave up on Nashville along time ago
Yeah, but here I go, Lord once again here I go
Here we go, Lord

Let me tell you folks it don't really matter
That beer you're drinkin' never made you fatter
It's all those nights on the couch with the [Incomprehensible]

After twelve years with Copenhagen
I've finally found that I was mistaken
It's not going to be something to add some years to my life

And that's why I'm still dipping today
And every morning I hear momma say
That shit is gonna kill you if the women don't get you first

Here I go again, singin' in this dive
Lone star beer in my cereal is keepin' me alive
I gave up on Nashville along time ago
Yeah, but here I go, Lord once again here I go
I gave up on Nashville along time ago
Here I go, Lord once again here I go

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Ghetto-Ology - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Ghetto-Ology
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): C Gipp, T Burton, W Knighton, M Snaders, R Barnett

Lyric:
Been here been real
Still clear south west
And you wanna do somethin' with it?
And you wanna do somethin' with it?

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

How do you feel when you judge quick?
And you all up in my face and I ain't even spit
Just like them folk that say they know me from my old days
I know you wonderin' about my spirit and my old ways

You hearin' me spittin' the piece of mind, got you froze in time
Playin' catch up with yourself I'm on another level
And you can say I'm dead wrong
Even if you stay home

They gotta fight because you livin' in a war zone head strong
Can't leave it 'lone till they get and they gone
So now I'm stylin', my momma 'bout to travelin'
He be hangin' with them monsters and he smilin'

And my babies' coughin', thinkin' they have TB
And they neva call him daily in that wee wee
So what I find is to eliminate the problem
Befo' they cause problems, befo' we have problems

'Cause you thought you had it sewed up
Until that green house grew all of a sudden
Sho' nuff, it showed up
Now you didn't know he had it in him the venom

It fits the test and I'm gon win him
Then the ride, can't be cryin' got it steady now
You need to find out, there ain't no time outs
You can't sign out, better than whine out

Don't drop the gun 'cause the street is gettin' packed now
Just let cones bang the ground, don't you back down
For it's the fate, that brought you to this place now
So let it guide you and take you to that touch down
And stay ground, so that you can stay proud
'Cause one in, and one quick

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

I got these jokers with their eyes red
Drinkin' too much, got dead
I make you shout it if you's in the 'burbs
Herbs beware

It's from the one that data compare
Logistic, chicken biscuit
This winter, he will forget the cold through a song
And my party wrong and my weak is strong

Just kept his back turned, yearned
For destruction bustin' microphones
Blessed the unprotected soul
Lettin' go, call him too much

Will get you off for sure
Watch [Incomprehensible] top plate
What's gon' save you from the hands of why
When them guys gone and you bet home in the ghetto

They trappin' him off within then
Look at the fonky red'ead
Done flipped them all as dead
Paint wet, now I'm set

Fight the shit, watch it hit
Block lot neighborhood charcoals
And that old mark O?
After dawn, on the porch

Got gone, mind blown
Fashioned like
Niggas sold, new or old
It's gettin' sold in the ghetto

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

Now from the Go child my name is Lo
God done gave me this vision quite some time ago
He taught me shout it when you've got chance to blow?
You preach that real shit 'till you can't doubt no mo'

Now wait a minute y'all, I am the one
That ride the rhythm from midnight to the morning sun
I do it for the freedom, finance, and forever fun
Now revolution of the mind has already begun

Now just a second y'all it got to be
For every thought is fulfilled in the prophecy
I'm supernatural and there is no stoppin' me
Even the ghetto is still God's property
C'mon

Ever since you was a youngster the devil been
Over your soul, like this one eyed monster
Ain't no in between you either off or on
Never pass judgment but the feeling is mutual

Pass the hog mog, tryin' to drown me
After years of gravel
You promised no rest to blow in weeks
I know you ain't choppin' in the next man footprints

Wobblin' like a duck stuck, crawlin' out the same hole
Me don't promote no mysterious behavior
Pimped and be dead I used to flow, my high school goal
It come through in the ghetto

Now from that ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
Got one foot in, one foot out
Of the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I know the things I know

In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
And some of my friends done died befo'
In the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto, ghetto
That's why I can't seem to let go of the ghetto

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Desperadoes Waiting For A Train - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Desperadoes Waiting For A Train
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?"

We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
He let me drive his car
When he's too drunk to

And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There were old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played

And I was just a kid
They all called his "Sidekick"
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

A day before he died, I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are comin' "

Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

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New Tattoo - Lyrics - Motley Crue

Title: New Tattoo
Artist: Motley Crue
Composer(s): Nikki Sixx, James Michael, Mick Mars

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Lyric:
I've been out drinkin' with the boys again
Sorry, I'm calling after 2 am
Something that I need to say to you
I know it's late but this can't wait I just got a new tattoo

One love and one woman, you're my new tattoo
Tonight is the very first night of my life with you
Until the day I die I promise it's true
Everyone will see my new tattoo

Tonight I saw your face up in the stars
Stumbled here to paint you on my arm
There's something that I need to say to you
So I wrote this song 'cause you belong right here on my new tattoo

One love and one woman, you're my new tattoo
Tonight is the very first night of my life with you
Until the day I die I promise it's true
Everyone will see my

I don't want to see us fade away
I don't want to be without you another day
I could be your Dorian Gray
I won't fade away, no, I won't fade away

One love and one woman, you're my new tattoo
Tonight is the very first night of my life with you
One love and one woman, you're my new tattoo
Tonight is the very first night I'll spend with you, yeah

Don't want to be without my new tattoo, yeah, yeah

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Desperados Waiting For The Train - Lyrics - Guy Clark

Title: Desperados Waiting For The Train
Artist: Guy Clark
Composer(s): Guy Clark

Lyric:
I'd play the Red River Valley
And he'd sit out in the kitchen and cry
And run his fingers through seventy years of livin'
And wonder, "Lord, has ever' well I've drilled run dry?"

We were friends, me and this old man
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

He's a drifter and a driller of oil wells
And an old school man of the world
He let me drive his car
When he's too drunk to

And he'd wink and give me money for the girls
And our lives were like some old western movie
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

From the time that I could walk he'd take me with him
To a bar called the Green Frog Cafe
There were old men with beer guts and dominos
Lying 'bout their lives while they'd played

And I was just a kid
They all called his "Sidekick"
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

One day I looked up and he's pushin' eighty
And there's brown tobacco stains all down his chin
To me he's one of the heroes of this country
So why's he all dressed up like them old men

Drinkin' beer and playin' Moon and Forty-two
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

A day before he died, I went to see him
I was grown and he was almost gone
So we just closed our eyes and dreamed us up a kitchen
And sang another verse to that old song
"Come on, Jack, that son of a guns are comin' "

Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train
Like desperados waitin' for a train

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