Texas - Lyrics - Primer 55

Title: Texas
Artist: Primer 55
Composer(s): Bobby Burns, Jason Lutrell

Lyric:
Gigs up girl, I'm calling your bluff
Where your bed at? Baby, where your handcuffs?
One time and you can't get enough
I know you're a freak, girl, I know you like it rough

Make a man scream, "Lord have mercy"
Baby girl scream, "Lord have mercy"
Yea, know you sure look good to me
Look good to me

Say, won't you take me there?
Take me where I wanna
Say, won't you take me there?
Head back to Texas

I'm in the water and I'm testing my luck
You got the line, baby, here comes the hook
The videos and the pictures you took
You're a freak ho, so let me have myself a look

Shake your ass, girl, Lord have mercy
God damn, Lord have mercy
Yea, your love's like ecstasy
When you're next to me

Say, won't you take me there?
Take me where I wanna
Say, won't you take me there?
Head back to Texas

36-24-36
Got you girlies all up in my mix
Shaking hips on the poles, doing flips and you know this
Head back to Texas

Those pants got your ass lookin' tight
I know, you know, you know, you shake it just right
From the back, from the front, from the side
Hush your mouth girl, I know you do it just right

Make a man scream, "Lord have mercy"
Back it up girl, Lord have mercy
Yea, your shit feels good to me
Feels good to me

Say, won't you take me there?
Take me where I wanna
Say, won't you take me there?
Head back to Texas

36-24-36
Got you girlies all up in my mix
Shaking hips on the poles, doing flips and you know this
Head back to Texas

Where the girls bounce 24/7, right?
And then they do it to you every fucking single night
You get yourself into a little sticky icky situation
Head back to Texas

Head back to Texas
Head back to Texas

So where my girls at Texas?
You know I'm talking about Texas
Good times in Texas
You know I'm headed back to Texas

Girl, let me holla at you
Said, girl, yea, I'm talking to you
So where my girls at Texas?
Good times in Texas
Girl, let me holla at you
Said, girl, yea, I'm talking to you

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Back To Texas - Lyrics - Tracy Byrd

Title: Back To Texas
Artist: Tracy Byrd
Composer(s): Tom Damphier, Stacey Beyer

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Lyric:
I left Houston 'round two a.m.
In the middle of a pourin' rain
I drove all night to Oklahoma
Scared I'd never see you again
I found you in Tulsa
Hopin' you'd agree to come on home with me

I've been feelin' like one lone star
Lost in the midnight blue
Darlin', you're still deep in my heart
And there's nothin' I won't do
But I can't get back to Texas without you

I never wanted to see the end
Of those Amarillo summer nights
I'd give anything to hold you again
'Neath the Austin city lights
Say you'll come back, baby
We can find our dreams down in Abilene

I've been feelin' like one lone star
Lost in the midnight blue
Darlin', you're still deep in my heart
And there's nothin' I won't do
But I can't go back to Texas without you

I've been feelin' like one lone star
Lost in the midnight blue
Darlin', you're still deep in my heart
And there's nothin' I won't do
But I can't go back to Texas
But I can't go back to Texas without you

I can't go back to Texas
I can't go back to Texas
Without you

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Ohio (Come Back To Texas) - Lyrics - A Hangover You Don't Deserve - Bowling For Soup

Title: Ohio (Come Back To Texas)
Album: A Hangover You Don't Deserve
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Zachary David Maloy, Jaret Ray Reddick, Ted E Bruner

Lyric:
She said she needed a break
A little time to think
But then she went to Cleveland
With some guy named Leeland
That she met at the bank
There's nothing wrong with Ohio
Except the snow and the rain
I really like Drew Carey
And I'd love to see
The Rock 'n Roll Hall Of Fame

So when you're done
Doing whatever
And when you're through
Doing whoever
You know Denton county
Will be right here waitin' for you

Come back to Texas
It's just not the same
Since you went away
Before you lose your accent
And forget all about the Lonestar state
There's a seat for you at the Rodeo
(Aah)
And I've got every slow dance saved
Besides the Mexican food sucks north of here anyway

I think I made a mistake
It's not that easy to take
She went to make a deposit
Then she cleaned out her closet
Guess I'll sit here and wait
For her to come back home
(I wish she'd come back)
It shouldn't take very long
(So long, so long)
I bet she misses the sunrise
And Mrs. Baird's fruit pies
But I could be wrong

So when you're done
Doing whatever
And when you're through
Doing whoever
You know Denton county
Will be right here waitin' for you

Come back to Texas
It's just not the same
Since you went away
I bet you missed your exit
And drove right on through the Lonestar state
There's a seat for you at the Rodeo
(Aah)
And I've got every slow dance saved
Besides the Mexican food sucks north of here anyway

Troy Aikmen wants you back
Willie Nelson wants you back
N.A.S.A. wants you back
And the Bush twins want you back
(La la la la)
And Pantera wants you back
(La la la la)
And Bluebell wants you back

I got a premonition
(Aah)
I'm takin' a petition
And the whole state's gonna sign

Come back to Texas
It's just not the same
Since you went away
I bet you missed your exit
And drove right on through the Lonestar State
There's a seat for you at the Rodeo
And I've got every slow dance saved

Come back to Texas
It's just not the same
Since you went away
Before you lose your accent
And forget all about the Lonestar state
There's a seat for you at the Rodeo
(Aah)
And I've got every slow dance saved
Besides the Mexican food sucks north of here anyway
Besides the Mexican food sucks north of here anyway
Besides the Mexican food sucks north of here anyway, yeah

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On My Way - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: On My Way
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
Aiyyo Swizz check it out
I'm shoot over to Cali, you know what I'm sayin'?
Check this movie out
Then I'ma check honey out
Then I'ma fly back to N.Y, see what's goin' on in the projects
Then I'ma shoot down to Atlanta
See how it's goin' down in the dirty dirty
Then I'ma shoot over to New Orleans, Detroit, Chicago, Seattle, Miami

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

But I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
And do a movie but first I gotta read my script
After that I get it poppin' at the La Mentage
I'm gettin' skull in the Ferrari, bottom garage
Then it's back to N.Y. to my project bitch
She like to do it anywhere, a real hardhead bitch
And she enjoy riffin' when I'm gone
But love when I say I'll be there in a minute, listen for the horn

I'm down in Atlanta to see my bitch
She go to college, she model, and she got chips
Rock La Perla lingerie
Tattoo on her ass that say that this belong's to Ja'
Now I don't know, what you've been told
But kiss be blowin' they mind and spendin' they dough
And I'm goin' on a lil' trip, I'll be back
Anybody lookin' for me, just tell 'em that I'm

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to New Orleans, for one whole month
To see my shorty in Magnolia, she got gold fronts
We don't kiss, matter fact I only hit that once
But she chill and she like to smoke big fat blunts
Then I'm swingin' through Detroit to see my boo
You think you got every color mink, she got two
And she just slapped a hundred on the toy
Honey was a gangstress for real, gettin' money off the board

Then I'm hittin' Chi-Town, soon as it die down
Lay up in my chick's house, break a couple pies down
Nobody can do this but 'Kiss, freeze
Music please
Ah, where was I? Oh yes
Off to the Valley so I gotta go West
My chick got the gold Benz and the gray Lex
I hit her with a shirt on 'cause she got fake breasts, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

That I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
She talkin' shit on the celly like she that bitch
And this how you know it's definitely real
When you drop the CL-6, then you knock Stephanie Mills
When I get there, she gon' show me more than some brotherly love
Top piece 'til I come in her mug
I'm tryin' to leave and she givin' me Hell
Told her bend over, I'ma crack that ass like the Liberty Bell

Now I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
I oughta be there by breakfast if I leave by six
And ain't nuttin' stoppin Ja'
I'ma get the puss, catch the Rockets game, then be on my way
Now I'm down in Miami to see my bitch
She got her own beauty salon, and she strip
I'm proud of the girl, backside's out of this world
The bitch perform, besides that, her lips was warm, c'mon

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

I'm on my way to Cali to see my bitch
I'm on my way to New York to see my bitch
Down in Atlanta done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told
But I'm on my way to Philly to see my bitch
I'm on my way to Texas to see my bitch
Down in Miami done seen my bitch, now
I don't know, what you've been told

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Any Questions - Lyrics - The Benzino Project - Benzino

Title: Any Questions
Album: The Benzino Project
Artist: Benzino
Composer(s): Raymond Scott, Jeffrey Neal, John Bynoe, Robert Ross, Brett Williams

Lyric:
Yeah baby, it's time to pump the bottle, baby
Yeah, can you take to the re-rub off my shit?
Yeah, Hangmen 3

All y'all done it, all y'all funny
Shit can get ugly
One man summit, always blunted
Haters most wanted

I live it, y'all flaunt it
(Any questions)
Deep dish twenty
Y'all too friendly
My shit trendy

You really wanna know
Long time coming, long time hustling
It's all my money
House, cars, it's all mine, cousin

My life sumthin', y'all like frontin'
(Any questions)
Fuck that dump shit, if my gun click all y'all run quick
Y'all just talkin', Boston, Harlem, Own, Sparkin

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

Yo, best done, who done popped up out of hidin'
Snuck out the bowels of Gotham, who gone stop em'?
The body mask wore '85, all solid
It's all roll-ed, let's get this green like it's call-ed

I floss a lot black and get to Boston, I'm hot
Actin' like I won't bring the black Porsche off the lot
Then do the right thing, y'all know Ray, y'all know Jinx
I'm like the night wing with the iced out bright wing

Go ahead dog, sleepin'? I'm a steal ya plate
Brought Ray and Made Men out to seal ya fate
More ya to none, beef, might borrow ya guns
I borrow ya funds, dog we'll spoil your fun

Eastside I lay at, I'm like whoa when ya play that
I'm not a killer cat to fix his mouth and say that
Bad Boy, Made Mens and high livin'
I'm outta here, streets, stay out of prison

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

Four, five, sixes, arm tight bitches
The middle finger's up to all my critics
Flow so vicious, hate takin' pictures
I ain't feelin' niggas who fuckin' with the snitches

Hit you out the park like Manny, y'all can't stand me
Won't see me at the Grammy's
My team stunnin', the high beams are comin'
Doors flyin' open, my team start thumpin'

Leave your boys crawlin', who got your back? Call em'
Problems resolve them, there not that important
The last one standin', you the first one leavin'
The first one bleedin', now who the one breathin'?

95 south, don't ever try and follow
Fuck around, get hit by the hollow
Ray Benzino, Grand Marciano, Bad Boys
Made Men live at the Apollo

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Ray like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from DC to Detroit to Chi-town
New Orleans, Texas and back down

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

If ya real, ya real, if ya ain't, ya ain't
Me and Black like big Shaq in the paint
We do it from Cleveland to Oakland
Down to LA, VA and back to NC

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Back To The Cave - Lyrics - Joe Diffie

Title: Back To The Cave
Artist: Joe Diffie
Composer(s): Skip Ewing, Tim Johnson

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Lyric:
Well, the whole thing started at the dawn of man
He was sittin' on a rock with a club in his hand
The very first time he laid eyes on her
She was dressed to kill in a saber-tooth fur

They hadn't invented any words to say
But he asked her in a primitive way
Do you wanna go back to the cave?

Back to the cave, make a little fire
A man and a woman and a primal desire
That's the way it is, that's the way it was
'Fore he made the wheel, man was makin' love

A million years later in a Texas bar
A cowboy's listenin' to a steel guitar
When she says, "Hi, my name's Irene"
She's wearin' bright red ropers and tight blue jeans

His eyes light up and his brain goes dim
He tries to be cool but she hears him
Say, you wanna go back to the cave

Back to the cave, make a little fire
A man and a woman and a primal desire
That's the way it is, that's the way it was
'Fore he made the wheel, man was makin' love

So you be Wilma and I'll be Fred
We'll throw the cat out the window
Put the kids to bed
Take a little trip through history

Do what's always come naturally
In the time machine at the end of the hall
We can be a couple of Neanderthals
Do you wanna go back to the cave?

Back to the cave, make a little fire
A man and a woman and a primal desire
That's the way it is, that's the way it was
'Fore he made the wheel, man was makin' love

Don't blame us for the way we behave
The only way we know, goes back to the cave
It's been done instinctively through pre-history
The road to the future, leads back to the cave
Back to the cave, back to the cave
Back to the cave

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The Story - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: The Story
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): J Okurbido, D Williams, Bernard Freeman, J Jamerson

Lyric:
Say, this is the realist shit I ever wrote or I said
Wake up with it everyday and take it with me to bed
Hurting my heart and hanging over my head
'Bout the realest nigga these Texas streets ever bred

C L Butler better known as Chad or Pimp C
The closest homeboy that I ever had
Now when we first met, we wasn't on the same page
From pettiness understandings that got cleared up with age

Two young boys who was ready to mash
Put P A on the map and maybe make a little cash
Jumped down with Big Tyme, put down a few songs
Everybody co-signed saying that we could do no wrong

Then hit the streets with a big ass bang
Them gangsta ass rhymes with that country ass twang
Dropped, "Tell Me Something Good" took off and went live
Shit, next thing you know we was signing to Jive

Dropped, "Too Hard to Swallow" "A Pocket Full of Stones"
Put the remix on "Menace" shit we had it going on
Got, love in the streets and played on the air
But the homey putting us out, wasn't playing too fair

Had to separate ourself, bring in a new team
But sometimes the other side ain't always what it seems
We dropped "Super Tight" a album full of killer flows
But then we got caught up with the drugs and the hoes

We didn't realize what was happening on the real
And new management was cutting back room deals
Hiding different money and concealing the price
He had us doing all the work but was keeping the biggest slice

Took a while to catch on, to what homey was doing
But by the time we did, all the paperwork was in ruins
Nigga kept all the receipts so we couldn't file taxes
The next thing you know, IRS hitting us with axes

Pimp you owe seven figures, Bun you owe six
Better get your paper together, get this shit fixed
Remixed the management team and tried it ourself
Cussed out the GM, almost got put on the shelf

Fuck it, dropped "Ridin' Dirty" instant classic in the South
Reclaimed the southern title, shut everybody's mouth
Got some clout in the game, boys calling us the greatest
But meanwhile me and Pimp is still ducking haters

The old manager calling and say he fina' sue
And put a padlock on the everything we trying to do
Put a call out to the Prince, this nigga still hating
We got heat for the streets, and we can't keep the people waiting

He made a call to [Incomprehensible] and folks, telling the man
You gotta cut UGK some slack understand
Young Pimp got the plan, Bun got the drawl
Rap-A-Lot had our back and we just waiting on Jive

We got the big bosses on the same page
So me and young Pimp went hit 'em from center stage
Next thing you know we got this call from the N.Y.
It's Jay-Z saying y'all niggaz getting fly

He doing "Volume 3" and got a track from Timb
And wondered could some trill niggaz rock it with him
Shit big Bun was all for it, but Pimp wasn't sure
But "Big Pimpin" hit 'em 187-Pure

Number one song on every station you turn on
MTV and BET we getting our burn on
Grammy nominated can't believe that we made it
And we got a call from Jive that left us all faded

And it stated, that due to the success of the track
We here at Jive records, would like to piggy back
Get another beat from Timb, then get a verse from Jay
Let Hype shoot the video and we'll be on the way

Shit it sounded okay, but me I had to ask
If we don't do Big Pimpin 2, would you still put us on blast
A song like that might take a nigga to the top
But my true fan base, might think a nigga flop

They got mad and put niggaz on hold
For damn near a year till the buzz got cold
So we said fuck 'em and went back to the basics
Trying to find ways to get the fuck up out the matrix

We put "Dirty Money" together and it was aces
But that's around the time that Pimp caught two cases
He got probation, said, "Fuck you hoes"
We finish the album, got ready to do a couple shows

And then he violated, one month before we dropped
And shit just got put on hold or fucking stopped
Now 30 days done, we back to the nitty-gritty
Album got released, big showdown in Chocolate City

Niggaz with masks on, vests and all black
It's Christmas 2000 and 1, bitch we was all that
Strongest on the block, nobody could budge
And then he violated, now we right back before the judge

They calling him a nuisance, put my dog behind a fence
It was January 28th, he ain't been home since
Threw a nigga through a loop and caught me in the crosses
Standing cold, CEO, now I'm the fucking boss

Had the devil on my back, got to drinking and drugging
Had to make a choice, get back to rapping or thugging
So I walked into my bedroom, got down on my knees
Put my hands together and I prayed Lord please

Let me get past this bridge over water that's trouble
And get back up on my grind on the double
He said son don't worry 'cause it's not really hard as it seem
And I can turn your nightmares back into dreams

You just got to stay true to yourself and succeed
Then push away from the devil and get closer to me
And every since that night man I promise I been on it
Giving that killer flow to anybody who want it
Pimp the pen like never before, I'm breaking 'em G

Not to mention I got the world screaming free Pimp C
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors
You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours
Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo' stripe
I kept it real because to me it's UGK for life

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Grippin' The Grain - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Grippin' The Grain
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Chestdra Brown, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Marcu

Lyric:
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know

Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you chrome
We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these hatas know we

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Al Pine, Poncho keep stompin', if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin'
Shorty, I keep swurvin', observin' tha ones they observin'
Fresh beats we keep servin', now they grabbin' they ears, on tha curvin'
I stay cooly, whooly, tell me somethin' fresh, ya heard me?

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Niggaz pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro feelin' drilled
To them hoes they then feel

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

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Grippin' The Grain (Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Crusher

Title: Grippin' The Grain (Remix)
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Chestdra Brown, Avery Johnson, Wayne Hardnett, Marcu

Lyric:
Attention!
Bone
Bone
Bone

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

87 while I'm gripping the grain
Pimping is hard though, ain't a damn thing changed
Coming down so clean, shouts out to Texas man
I'm so fresh, my nigga you didn't know

Crispy starch jeans, starched down to the floor
Heavy set exterior, deep into the floor
What's y'all niggaz talking about, you niggas ain't hardcore
This here the major don
Got the speakers in the trunk, bump, bump, bump, bump

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

I got my body capris and heavy Chevi's wit TV's
Triple gold D's, don't have to be some 20s just to sho fa me
Tha candy paint when it flips it has to draw attention
Not to mention, tha high performance, motor chrome up in it

The major beat that gone here it from like 2 blocks away
Quakers quakin', 'haps I'm tha beats around the place
It don't matter where ya from, tha chop shop, I'll show you chrome
We keeps it pimpin', representin', let these hatas know we

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Al Pine, Poncho keep stompin', if ya feel me baby, tell me somethin'
Shorty, I keep swurvin', observin' tha ones they observin'
Fresh beats we keep servin', now they grabbin' they ears, on tha curvin'
I stay cooly, whooly, tell me somethin' fresh, ya heard me?

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Niggaz pimpin' through tha streetz, smokin' on some 5-5
Girls in tha wind, every time I ride by
Pull in wit tha gigiglo, pull up at tha liquor sto
White Beige goods, Lexus, sweet potato pie

Like I'm so high, 4 as I lean, wit that thang by my side, it's toe 16
So fresh, so clean, baby boy comin' by down
From them bows to tha wheel, blowin' dro feelin' drilled
To them hoes they then feel

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

Grippin' the grain
From the front to the back
Can you feel my woofer's bang
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall
Comin' down, bumpin', knockin' pictures of tha wall

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The Girls From Texas - Lyrics - Ry Cooder

Title: The Girls From Texas
Artist: Ry Cooder
Composer(s): James Lewis, Jimmy Holiday, Cliff Chambers

Lyric:
Well, I met a girl from Texas 'bout a year ago
Hadn't known her for too long when I had to let her go
You see, she had a razor, was ten inches or so
And every night you'd hear her knocking at my door

She said, "Baby, I'll give you the clothes on my back
You can have everything that I've got in my shack
But if you ever try to leave they'll take you out in sack
'Cause me and my razor will see to that"

That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas

I thought about my situation, decided not to tarry
For my own self preservation, I decided we should marry
When the preacher started reading 'bout 'till death do us part
I told him, "Skip it, she had that understanding right from the start"

She said, "Baby, I'll give you the clothes on my back
You can have everything that I've got in my shack
But if you ever try to leave they'll take you out in sack
'Cause me and my razor will see to that"

That's the way the girls are from Texas
(Houston to San Antone)
That's the way the girls are from Texas
(Got to love 'em right or leave 'em alone)
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas

Well we settled down, got me a little old job, '65 Fair lane Ford
Every Friday night I would stop in and cash my pay check
Down at the grocery store
They had a little girl worked in there, must have been about seventeen
She was the cutest thing I had ever seen

It's the same old story and I'm afraid it wasn't too very long
Before we had fallen deeply in love and I knew it was wrong
I said baby, we got to stop this thing right here
Or my woman is gonna cut my throat from ear to ear, that's right

In tearful supplication, she looked up in my face
I could feel her heart was breaking as these sad words she did say
"You should have told me you was married, baby"
She pulled out a forty-five and let me have it
Right smack between the eyes

That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas

She was guilty, I was dead
(That's the way the girls are from Texas)
Now, what'd you think that the old judge said?
(That's the way the girls are from Texas)
"Ah, that's just the way the girls are down here in Texas
Case dismissed!"

That's the way the girls are from Texas
(Houston to San Antone)
That's the way the girls are from Texas
(Got to love 'em right or leave 'em alone, boy)
That's the way the girls are from Texas
That's the way the girls are from Texas

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Texas Swing - Lyrics - Clay Walker

Title: Texas Swing
Artist: Clay Walker
Composer(s): Kim Williams, David L Lewis, Clay Walker

Lyric:
I love flying down the road, Buddy make this big rig roll
We got miles and miles to go before we sleep
From the big sky of Montana to the peaches in Savannah
We're on our way to play that Texas swing

Dallas, Fort Worth, Amarillo on down to San Antone
Gonna turn it loose in Houston y'all it's good to be back home
Lubbock, Texarkana, Corpus, Austin, Abilene
Man we love to play that Texas swing

Saw the lights in New York City up in Maine the leaves were pretty
California knows what Western really means
Partied down in Arizona, swung up through Oklahoma
Now we're all turned up to do that Texas swing

Dallas, Fort Worth, Amarillo on down to San Antone
Gonna turn it loose in Houston y'all it's good to be back home
Lubbock, Texarkana, Corpus, Austin, Abilene
Man we love to play that Texas swing, go on and swing it

Coast to coast, people love to swing
But when you get down to in
Bob Wills is still the king

Dallas, Fort Worth, Amarillo on down to San Antone
Gonna turn it loose in Houston y'all it's good to be back home
Lubbock, Texarkana, Corpus, Austin, Abilene
Man we love to play that Texas, I sure do love Texas
And I was born and raised on Texas swing, yeah

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Replacement Girl - Lyrics - Trey Songz

Title: Replacement Girl
Artist: Trey Songz
Composer(s): Aubrey Drake Graham, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Matthew Jehu Samuels, Tyler Mathew Williams

Lyric:
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement

Lat me show what it is
I was born up top but was raised at the bottom of the map
Where the girls all thick and the hottest niggas rap
If you lookin' for the goods then we got in the trap like

Ooo wee
Took 'em from white snakes to
Ooo wee
This metaphor might sound a little confusing but

Y'all don't really even know me yeah, yeah
I done come all way from the Days Inn
And all the hotels that stayed in
I took my lifestyle from mediocre to good
And now I say it's sittin' at amazing

Girls tryin' sell a whole lobby of us
Hear 'em all screamin', then it's probably is
But I can't blame females
Females can't really ignore something this obvious

What you really expect when I strut through town
Two or three days I shut you down
Chilin' wit the homie Trey Songz
You call him the prince he rep two up two down

Anyone I know get used to me
I'm far from the man that I used to be
I don't ever really kick game
I know you find it impressing whenever you introduced to me

'Cause I'm a good dude who take pride in that
Need good lovin' I'm providing that
Understand that I'm worldwide
You get who you want it wherever you be residing at

'Cause I do things from the M-town to the UK
From Spain back out to Texas
This album's for my fans
But yo this hook is for my exes

This one is for you, girl
You know who you are, girl
You only show your face
'Cause you know that I'm a star, girl

What you trying to, to make it
Don't ever mistake it
'Cause my time is limited
And I ain't trying to waste it all on you

You had a chance, now it's gone, ooh
You had a man, now you don't
Back to the basics, I think I made it
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement girl

Ain't ya never seen a yougin' so fly
Lookin' for someone your type
I done left behind the love of my life
Tryin' to find another one tonight

And if it's you baby, let yourself be seen
Don matter skirts, dresses or jeans
I got that work, know what I mean
And I'm flexing on my ex if you know what mean

This one is for you, girl
You know who you are, girl
You only show your face
'Cause you know that I'm a star, girl

What you trying to, to make it
Don't ever mistake it
'Cause my time is limited
And I ain't trying to waste it all on you

You had a chance, now it's gone, ooh
You had a man, now you don't
Back to the basics, I think I made it
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement girl

Check this out, from the that she get picked for some take out
Until they slip up and break out
But it's another story over here at Drake's house
'Cause I'm dripped up and I'm draped out

And I'm lean back, scoping
Looking for a woman that I should wife
Who got just the right amount of loyalty
Yeah but is still anticipating us living the good life

We go LA, VA, NY to
Sunshine in that heat stroke
And them fur hoods in that deep snow

We have breakfast in the bedroom
Break bread downstairs in the basement
Since Jay and Kelz ain't doing the thing no more
Guess me and the boy Songz is the replacement

This one is for you, girl
You know who you are, girl
You only show your face
'Cause you know that I'm a star, girl

What you trying to, to make it
Don't ever mistake it
'Cause my time is limited
And I ain't trying to waste it all on you

You had a chance, now it's gone, ooh
You had a man, now you don't
Back to the basics, I think I made it
Ladies make some noise if you wanna be my replacement girl

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Let's go

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Static - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: Static
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): D Murphy, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yo, Sadat whassup?
Yo, I'm right here
I got these two girls
They ready to roll up the highway with me

Oh really?
I'ma get a little bit of gas
Think you can make that trip or what?
Yeah, I definitely can, you know that's a fact

Of course
Alright I'll be back in a few minutes
I'ma go back to the gas station and get some gas and fuel up
Alright, I'ma get some [unverified] and all that

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

Bumpin' systems, rollin' down the street in Detroit, Michigan
I switch again, bucket seats with my girlfriend
Wearin' Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto
Movin' quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto

Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes
440 engine blowin' wind, through our hair extension
Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs
Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max
Keep it simple baby young girl, now squeeze yo' pimple

How dare you walk around ignore the First National Bank
My name is unknown,[unverified] die my family call me Hank
I go way back, like you still shop at Alexando's
Buy your sandals for your little son, named Romandos
Watch your step Theresa, chew up on your slice at Easter

Can you surround me in the black tan
My living room, trips to Cancun, with these eighty ladies
The Jefferson's to the Brady, Sanford and the Son
I want the whole world and my old girl back

She left me for the postman, now she send me letters
I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin' in the stairway
With the wizard Kool Keith, and I'm SPORTIN my rhymes
Funeral chimes signal the beginnin' of the end

Cowboy with more in, with my private dancin' chicks
They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix
(Uh, huh)
Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin' in a casino
The movie's Al Pacino

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

Got my check cashed, you posin' new, stop actin' girl, like a fool
Got the Benz on loan, Sadat rollin' by your school
You brought your frontin' friend Gwen, beggin' for the Benjamin
I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie Pippen

My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton
You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston
Leon Spinks with afro on, ready to rob the Brinks
I see you got your thongs out, Daisy Dukes and buns out
You call me when you broken hearted, when your money runs out

Back from the [unverified] you did it girl the blind way
Hold your horses, and evil forces
Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
I'm tired of Pop Tart

Yeah, I'm touchin' Gwen with the butt love, the rubber glove
I'm touchin' that ass she swingin' her hair, claimin' she's an actress
But wasn't she that same chick I seen with the black dress?
Traded the ninety-eight for the sixty-eight Mustang

Me and Keith at the bar, do they know who we are?
Apparently, because all the drinks are free
It's, "Our house, in the middle of our street"
And when you come in here you better wipe your feet

I'm from Albuquerque, New Mex' to the great state of Texas
I rode across on a gray horse, [unverified]
Get to the sauce and add spaghetti, non-pork
(What?)
I'ma own New York, with a big spots of the BX
And German outposts, with the communists close
(No doubt)

I'm verbose, I host, the most, y'all should roast me
People watch closely and rewind me on the tape
Study this here, then look and listen
Take a step back and watch the black pearl glisten

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

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40 - Jump My Bone - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Jump My Bone
Artist: E
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Dino Hawkins, B Kante, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Jay Simmons, E Stevens, Nick Vidal, Roger Troutman, Eric Vidal

Lyric:
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

Gettin' tweeded up in the club, niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pimpin' bitches from different cities
And I'm tryin' to stick my ding-a-ling
Between one of these super bad ass bitches

Say, ho, oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that?
She say, "Oh I got your hoe, besides nigga
I don't even listen to rap"
I said, "How you know a motherfucker rap?"

She say, "Ain't you 40-water?
I read an article on you while I was up under the dryin' net
Magazine Double XL

I heard that, okay what's crackaleezie, what's the heezie deezie?
Why you try to act like you was God's gift to the world
A few minutes of a keezie leezie?
All my dentures gathered around to take a look
At this bankded beauty Dolly Parton gluteus Maximus
Ass big enough to fit a cup on her booty

Straight Centerfold Suzette
I'm in the mix, check it out, I'm in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin'
But now I count cash for a livin' bitch

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito truck
Stuck, man this shit here's crazy
I'm in a Ford, Fix or repair daily

Old school antique lifters tickin'
With a gas leak radiator off the heater reads
I'm in a desperate need of some antifreeze
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
What the fuck's wrong with this car?
Shit, shit, shit, shit I should've drove my Northstar

Dependable, new school get you
Where you need to be when you need to be
Enemies aimin' at me with they darts
While I'm footin' it, walkin' to Kragens Auto Parts

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

A week later, everything was fo' sho'
My album was about to drop so I went on a promotional tour
Bus driver why you cruisin' dude? Where we headed?
Houston Texas, one mo' mile, two mo' exits

Quarter to three me and the Mossie checkin' in at the Double tree
Lemme call my dudes, who? 8-ball and MJG
Ball where da hoes?
All the hoes be at Poppago's

Later on that day, say you know a motherfucker
Can't come to Houston without visitin' Little J
The Scarfaces, The Drapers and The Greens
The Northsides and Club Boomerangs and bitch

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

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Tell 'Em I'M Here - Lyrics - Freddie Foxxx

Title: Tell 'Em I'M Here
Artist: Freddie Foxxx
Composer(s): Alan Maman, Freddie Foxxx

Lyric:
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here

Emcees and rappers, what's up? I hope it's good
For them street niggas breakin' them bricks in the hood
I write, maybe sheddin' some light
My experience in hip-hop was struggle and fight

All I ever wanted was a chance to rock the mic like you do
Control every crowd in the world like voodoo
The underground hardcore scene, it's my flaw
I snatch a lotta money from that so once more

I step where the niggas that rep, get checks
You touch mine, here go my check
It's back to underground clubs with fights at the door
Niggas gettin' one deal in six months they poor

I separate emcees from rappers
Standin' on stage with two clappers
Cock back, beef at my house, I stop that
I dare any nigga standin' in here with half a heart
To address me, I rip you apart, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here

Who got the ill rep, lyrical style like Bumpy Knucks
Outta respect none of you bitch ass niggas your shit sucks
I'm the emperor, you niggas is hoes with gold plaques
Lotta stick ups in town, Freddie Foxxx is back

Bumpy Knuckles I, take out your heart with one look
Frying niggas like Yang Kang Cook, you're all shook
Spittin' hella hot lyrics, that infiltrate tracks
Like spirit, real niggas wild when they hear it

My heart bleeds raw hip hop, I got no gauze
Sometimes the beats kicks so hard, I cock them fours
And I can feel it all up in my veins, keep it noted
I'm the long term maintain, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat
Shut 'em down with no fear

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here

I do it special for them thug niggas holdin' the block
They need a nigga on wax that can follow
To give 'em that real shit to swallow
I don't respect a man under no man

You frontin' like you holdin' all the cards up in your hand
When emcees come in, emcees go
I'm one of the few emcees left with emcee flow
So while I spit repetitious like techs

Make your bitch say my style is delicious like sex
Undetectable rhyme, it's complex, check the three X's
That I earned from bustin' my sigs from New York to Texas
Makin' niggas take L's like Lexus, tattooed vibes I protect this

Find a mic mechanic, 'cuz I'm 'bout to wreck this
Villainous, I'm laughin' while I'm killin' this
Never break a sweat because my groove be the chilliness
Thug niggas throw your hands up if you feelin' this, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat
Shut 'em down with no fear, tell 'em I'm here

Tell 'em the one that blasts first every time it's on
Tell 'em, I put the word back in word is bond
Tell 'em, I stomp rappers to the beat, shut 'em down with no fear
Somebody tell them motherfuckers I'm here, yeah

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Cheatin' Heart Cafe - Lyrics - Your Filthy Little Mouth - David Lee Roth

Title: Cheatin' Heart Cafe
Album: Your Filthy Little Mouth
Artist: David Lee Roth
Composer(s): Terry Kilgore, David Lee Roth

Lyric:
David, maybe you can help me without
Goin' back and listening to the lyrics
Sure, what's up, Travis?
You know what, do we wanna do everything in unison
Or you wanna swap back and forth?

How 'bout if I take the first two lines
And then you take the next two
And we just rock on from there?

She came from Dallas, that kid was aces
She dressed like Texas, wide open spaces
He drove a pickup and wore no underwear
She sang the words wrong but he don't care

They both were trouble, they took a chance
Now every snowflake pleads not guilty after the avalanche
Get it straight or, honey, give it up
You got to get right back to where we started from

Are we gonna be late at the gate of dreams?
Destiny's a complicated thing

I was leavin' but I'm thinkin' that I oughta stay, yeah
I wanna chase you 'cross the dance floor
At that old Cheatin' Heart Cafe

She was atomic without a doubt
That cowgirl shirt she wore contained a lot of fallout
He was a cowboy, was what she wanted
The closest to a cow, she'd been was eating at McDonald's

Just liked barbed wire, her attitude
Protected the turf without obstructing the view
So get it straight or, honey, give it up
You gotta get right back to where we started from

She took her clothes off but kept the boots
He wanted wonder woman
To tie him up and make him tell the truth
Alright, nothin' but the truth

See, I was leavin' but I'm thinkin' that I oughta stay
And I see that, honey, I have lost my way
We got a permanent place at that old Cheatin' Heart Cafe
You know we do, well, alright

Don't you wanna go?

I wanna chase you 'cross the dance floor
At that old Cheatin' Heart Cafe

Chase each other 'round the room, some girl
Comin' to get ya

Gonna get it back
Gotta get right back
Get it back
Gotta get right back

Get it back
Gotta get right back
Get it back
Gotta get right back

Get it back
Gotta get right back
Get it back

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Takin' The Country Back - Lyrics - John Anderson

Title: Takin' The Country Back
Artist: John Anderson
Composer(s): Curtis Wright, Marty Stuart

Lyric:
Goin' down to muscle shoals where the swamp water rhythm flows
Live the only way I know I'm just a common man
Headed down to Texas way where the honky-tonk heroes play
Gonna find that lost highway that's where I'll make a stand

Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks, we're takin' the country back
Takin' the country back we're not sure just where it's at
We've got to get it back on track, we're takin' the country back

Bright lights and limousines fame and fortune I have seen
Still searchin' for that dream it's callin' me back home
Down to earth where the music's real singin' 'bout what the people feel
Timeless truth now that's the deal we got to pass in on y'all

Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks, we're takin' the country back

Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks, we're takin' the country back
Takin' the country back, it's high time we face the facts
We're not sure where we're taking but we're takin' the country back

Takin' the country back it's high time we face the facts
Heart and soul slippin' through the cracks we're takin' the country back
We're takin' the country back, takin' the country on back

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