Back To The Basics - Lyrics - Use Your Brain - Clawfinger

Title: Back To The Basics
Album: Use Your Brain
Artist: Clawfinger
Composer(s): Erlend Ottem, Joakim Skog, Zak Tell, Bard Torstensen

Lyric:
Back to the basics, supernaturalistic
Baby, put away your make up and your lipstick
High heels, tight skirts, the rest of all your plastic
I'm telling you, it's making you look even more spastic

Hanging at the hot spots, looking for attention
Showing off your brand new silicone extension
All the men'll be staring but they only want to slam it
They couldn't give a fuck about your inside, damn it

Back to the basics, living as you earn
So forget about your money, let it burn, baby, burn
You can't have it all, how hard to ever try
No matter what you get there's always more you can buy

So walk it like you talk it, forget about your street smart
The friends in your surrounding love you for your real heart
Spending all your money, boy, don't waste it
Right about now we're going back to the basics

I know where I want to go
But in case you didn't know I'm going
Back to the basics

Don't be ashamed about the way you might look
Because you don't read a person like you read a comic book
Here's a whole, lot more than meets the eye
And if you hear something else then it's a goddamn lie

The way you're going out is really getting to me
'Cos people only see what they want to see
If life ain't more than money and a facelift
Right about now we're going back to the basics

I know where I want to go
But in case you didn't know I'm going
Back to the basics

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Back In The Day - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: Back In The Day
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Chris E. Martin, Jimmy Castor, Langdon Fridie Jr, Robert Manigault, Christina Aguilera, Don Costa, Douglas Gibson, Kara Dioguardi, Harry Jensen, Gerald Thomas

Lyric:
What we're gonna do right here is go back
Way back, back into time
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Donny Hathaway, Lena Horne
Miss Aretha, The Real Thing
James Brown, Billie Holiday
Stevie Wonder, Gladys Knight
Louis Armstrong, Minnie Riperton
Otis Redding, Etta James

Back in the day they used to say
Play that song, get it going and the band played
And still today you hear us say
Play that song all night long, Mr. DJ

Though times have changed it's still the same
We all need a minute to get away
So let it go and feel the flow
If you've got soul let the world know

We're gonna set the mood
Gonna go back to an old school groove
Gonna rewind to another time
When the originators, innovators were alive, yeah

So break out the Marvin Gaye and Etta James
Your Lady Day and Coltrane
Turn up your 45's, bring back to life
The sound and vibe of yesterday

Open your mind, enjoy the ride
Get out tonight and grab that Soul Train

Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day

Y'all remember back in the day, you dig?
Ray Charles, Nat King Cole, Miles Davis, Ella Fitzgerald

Now 'Chain of Fools' and 'Respect'
Was the anthem of a woman Aretha said
'What's Going On', 'Let's Get It On'
Such classic songs, don't forget them

Though times have changed
They still remain my inspiration every day
So give it up for the ones
Who came before, opened up that door

We're gonna set the mood
Gonna go back to an old school groove
Gonna rewind to another time
When the originators, innovators were alive, yeah

So break out the Marvin Gaye and Etta James
Your Lady Day and Coltrane
Turn up your 45's, bring back to life
The sound and vibe of yesterday

Open your mind, enjoy the ride
Get out tonight and grab that Soul Train

Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day

So get up, re-live it, gotta let yourself flow
Give up your praise, come celebrate
Just get up, get on it, get yourself on the floor
Don't back away, come celebrate

So break out the Marvin Gaye and Etta James
Your Lady Day and Coltrane
Turn up your 45's, bring back to life
The sound and vibe of yesterday

Open your mind, enjoy the ride
Get out tonight and grab that Soul Train

Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day
Back in the day, back in the day

I said, oh, baby, I said, I'll do it
Oh baby, woah, yeah, yeah
Woah, woah woah, yeah, yeah
Back in the day

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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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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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Back To Basics Intro - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: Back To Basics Intro
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Chris E. Martin, Brown Chris, Rick Darnell, Christina Aguilera, Kara Dioguardi, Roy Hawkins

Lyric:
A very pleasant good evening, ladies and gentlemen
It is now time, the one and only
There never will be another, Christina Aguilera
That?s how music should sound

I've waited for some time to get inside the minds
Of every legend I?ve ever wanted to stand beside
It?s like an endless ride, feeling the lows and highs
Of every lyric and melody, every single rhyme

So here I stand today in tribute I do pay
To those before me who laid it down and paved the way
And so to God I pray that He will give me strength
To carry forward the gift of song in His good faith, in His good faith

I?m going back to basics
To where it all began
I?m ready now to face it
I wanna understand

What made the, the soul singers and the blues figures
And that inspired a higher generation
The jazz makers and the ground-breakers
They gave so much of themselves in dedication

So here I stand today in tribute I do pay
To those before me who laid it down and paved the way

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Z - The City Is Mine - Lyrics - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 - Jay

Title: Z - The City Is Mine
Album: In My Lifetime Vol. 1
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Jack Tempchin, Kenny Gamble, Leon Huff, Shawn Carter, Terry Riley, Glenn Frey

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Lyric:
You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

Yeah, what the deal playboy? Just rest your soul
I be holding it down yo still love the dough
Got these ladies on the cock now you know how we go
Got the whole world on lock down you know how we flow

Don't worry about Brooklyn I continue to flame
Therefore a world with amnesia won't forget your name
You held it down long enough, let me take those reins
And just like your spirit the commission remains

Niggaz can cross the T's and, dots the I's
Now that I got too popular to cop them pies
I'm takin this rap shit serious, to my demise
Jay shit's like cake mix, watch me rise

Basics in the basement, waste it
Asking my dog for advice so when he can't say shit
My hatred is, fueled just give me a sign
And I let the world know that the city is mine, what?

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

Y'all want to know how I flow just seek and you find
I'm like a brain in the voicebox, I speak my mind
About to redefine rap mami, either I'm
The illest nigga doing it or these niggaz is losin' it

I read a article that said I was ruinin' shit
But every time I look, I'm movin' units in quick
So I'ma hit y'all, with these last two and split
And leave niggaz with nothing but my influences-es

Soon it's the jigga, I ain't mad yeah, bite my shit
Sell half of what I sell because it's not quite my shit
I'm the type to buy a Roley and just ice my shit
On the spot, fuck comin' back twice to shit

How real is that? My floss game, still intact
Boss game, you lame dudes can't feel that
Like the first dude to cop the 850 and 89
And drove it up to 55th, the city is mine, what?

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

I snatch your girl 'cause your arm ain't strong enough
Plus ya don't stay in the studio long enough
I make hits while y'all stay hatin' and take bricks
Had it locked 'til I came in the club, take 6

Got your chick 'cause you swore she was innocent
Got her a Chinese manicure hair done by Dominicans, all for what
So I could be in a dark corner, all in the butt
At the bar alchoholing her up

I represent the lifestyle of those who thirst cream
A buck fifty a shot, Louis the thirteenth
Jay-Z, Roc-A-Fella yo, know the name
I ain't a player get it right, I'm controllin' the game

From now until they blow holes in my frame
I'ma stand firm, holdin' my aim, feel me?
I'm the focal point like Biggie in his prime
On the low though, the city is mine

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

You belong to the city
You belong to the night
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

You belong
You belong
In the river of darkness
He's a man of the night

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Rap Is Dead - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Title: Rap Is Dead
Album: Monster
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Michael Render, N Sherwood, N.K. Reddick

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Lyric:
Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike, aah, Killer Mike

Fuck rap, rap's near death, bloated and sick
Too many niggaz still ride, Big and Pac's dick
Fuck that, next year, they more deader
And I write rhymes, more deadly and more better
Than the last, sick and disturbed verse I wrote
And sell it to tough teenage boys to quote
Some music to madness
Let the anger kill the pain and the sadness

Fuck the fag shit, keep it killer with the rap shit
Hard rock when you rock shit
Back to the block freestyle pop lock shit
Back to the basics with the fuck a cop shit
Rock pussies rap on some pop shit, sing like they rap
Soft and frail, these spirits, didn't have the heart to smell
This is no pain, and it's high octane
A bad brain on Kobain

Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Killer Mike, who's the man? Killer Mike, who's the man?
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Killer Mike, who's the man? Killer Mike, who's the man?

God damnit rappers chitter chattar on any subject matter
But really does the subject really matter
Pass the guns and blood splatter
Does anything fuckin' matter?
Pass cristal, pissed off, fuckin' right I'm pissed off
And you a pistol, yo why the fuck do critics need a 'did-all'?
Now wait a second, don't like what I'm saying, make a record
And I'll be glad when my music gets mad again

New school ice cube
"Fuck you Killer Mike!" yeah, fuck you too
No, this ain't yo Mama's music
It's a drug if you like it, please abuse it
Here's a cool meth-amphetamine for teens
Nightmares comin', crushing ya fuckin' dreams, ultra-shock
Rap rock, bringin' the bars back to rock and hip-hop
Spit it, venom non-stop

Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hip hop hit, Killer Mike, hip hop hit, Killer Mike
Rap is dead, rock is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hip hop hit, Killer Mike, hip hop hit, Killer Mike

Knew it was a bad day when I woke up
NWA's gonna raise broke up
Damn prayers ain't move the units that they should've
Rappers on top don't spit like they could've
I pledge allegiance to the hard core
I'll give it to you, hard, raw

Ay, a beautiful site to be seen
There's a mosh pit packed with wild teens
Hangin' onto every word that we spit, ready to rip, rock, and tear shit
Self-pity's fuckin' up my music man
Whine like a bitch or stand and be a man
There's Black Sabbath, I'm smoking in a Zeppelin
Pumpin' Metallica, hand on my weapon
Fuck you and the bed yo bitch slept in
Killer-Kill keeps it real, hardcore is what I'm reppin'

Big is dead, Pac is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hard rock shit, Killer Mike, hard rock shit, Killer Mike
Lennon is dead, Kurt is dead
My music's dead and y'all just scared
Hard rock shit, Killer Mike, hard rock shit, Killer Mike
Rap is dead, Killer Mike

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Dude - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Beenie Man

Title: Dude
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Dave Kelly

Lyric:
You want a proper fix, call me
You want to get your kicks, call me
You want your G's fixed, call me
Me have the remix, call me
From the odda day it's like a play some boy a play
Me hear the girls callin'
Me hear the girls bawlin'
Me hear the girls cryin' out
She seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in his van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

Gal, if you love holla at me one time
Holla at me if you want the wickedest wine
I know it's been awhile but baby never mind
'Cause tonight, tonight me a give you the whole nine

Yo! Satisfaction a every girl dream
Me love fi put it on when them wiggle and scream
Well, me get a call from sexy Maxine
She left a message pon me answering machine she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in his van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

She wants a man fi put her in a trance
A man who know fi turn her round and make she belly dance
Rude boy lovin' with a little romance
She want to get wild but she never had a chance

When, she, she, she never had it so deep
So right now I'm the man she definitely wanna keep
Her ex-boyfriend use to come and drop asleep
That's why when me pager start beep she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in his van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

You heard what she preferred
She want a man where make she fly like a bird
She want a real man she don't want nuh nerd
She want you give her it good mark me word

I'm not a perv but me make she serve
She want the rockula well until it curve
Her ex-boyfriend ain't got the nerve
Have her a wait and she nah get served, so she she said

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in his van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

Gal, if you love holla at me one time
Holla at me if you want the wickedest wine
I know it's been awhile but baby never mind
'Cause tonight tonight me a give you the whole nine

Yo! Satisfaction a every girl dream
me love fi put it on when them wiggle and scream
Well, me get a call from sexy Maxine
She left a message pon me answering machine she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in his van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

She want a man fi put her in a trance
A man who know fi tun her round and make she belly dance
Rude boy lovin' with a little romance
She want to get wild but she never had a chance

When, she, she, she never had it so deep
So right now I'm the man she definitely wanna keep
Her ex-boyfriend use to come and drop asleep
That's why when me pager start beep she seh Beenie

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will tie me to the fan
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

I want a dude with the wickedest slam
I need a one, two, three holla man
I want a dude who will do me in his van
A thug that can handle his biz like a man

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Hollywood Meets Bollywood (Immigration) - Lyrics - Carnival II: Memoirs of an Immigrant - Wyclef Jean

Title: Hollywood Meets Bollywood (Immigration)
Album: Carnival II: Memoirs of an Immigrant
Artist: Wyclef Jean
Composer(s): Wyclef Jean, Hakeem Seriki

Lyric:
Good morning, America
I wanna welcome y'all to Egypt, the land of the Pyramids, yeah
We got the UK in the house, U.S., India
Jerusalem, people in Israel, shalom

In the New Jerusalem, Jersey, ya heard me?
China, Africa, South America
My people in Russia, I see y'all in Brooklyn
Canada, Asia, okay, let's go, yeah

Hollywood to Bollywood
Get ready India, I'm comin'
Wyclef, Chamillionaire, talk to them

Bounce when you hear the sound of them sirens
Bounce when they pull them guns 'cause they firin'
Whoa, mucho trabajo, poquito di-ne-ro
I can't take this no more

I've got to bounce, ah-ma-na-mahh, na-ma-na-mahh-ya-lalee
Bounce, when you're on the run you'll get numb see
Whoa, let me help you, amigo
Hollywood meet Bollywood and Brooklyn on the drums

Marco Polo was an immigrant, yes, he was
Columbus was an immigrant, yes, he was
Even America was named after an immigrant, yes, he was

People in the East, right here
People in the West, right here
People in the North, right here
Let me tell you 'bout the South

Harriet Tubman, underground, underground railroad
ReFugees, in de seas, see them in they sailboats
I got love for Miami all day
But if my Cubans get to stay, why y'all turn my Haitians away?

Immigration knockin' at my do'
I don't know what they knockin' fo'
It's so hard to live as illegal aliens
Talk to 'em

Ladies and gents
Bollywood meet Hollywood
You in the middle
Back to Cairo

Bounce when you hear the sound of them sirens
Bounce when they pull them guns 'cause they firin'
Whoa, mucho trabajo, poquito di-ne-ro
I can't take this no more

I've got to bounce, ah-ma-na-mahh, na-ma-na-mahh-ya-lalee
Bounce, when you're on the run you'll get numb see
Whoa, let me help you, amigo
Hollywood meet Bollywood and Brooklyn on the drums

Partner named True, did you say he was next?
Tell him let's better, rally aimin' to get
No green card but he made it to Tex-as
Yes, they evadin' arrest

You need one he can get you three
Never gettin' caught was his specialty
Livin' life like he was a ReFugee
Didn't like him, give a F U C K

Ay man, he had to chase it
Clock kept tickin' so he had to race it
Had to make it, back to basics
Followin' the law, naw, had to break it

Can't get a job, no applications
Need money now, no havin' patience
Now they got him runnin' in faster paces
You lookin' through the water, hey, that's The Matrix

Immigration knockin' at my do'
I don't know what they knockin' fo'
It's so hard to live as illegal aliens

Bounce, when you hear the sound of them sirens
Bounce, when they pull them guns 'cause they firin'
Whoa, mucho trabajo, poquito di-ne-ro
I can't take this no more

I've got to bounce, ah-ma-na-mahh, na-ma-na-mahh-ya-lalee
Bounce, when you're on the run you'll get numb see
Whoa, let me help you, amigo
Hollywood meet Bollywood and Brooklyn on the drums

Ladies and gentlemen, straight from Bombay
You experiencin' the great composer Ab'dish
When Wyclef show up for the first time
Bollywood meet Hollywood

Over two-hundred and fifty violins, let's go Haiti
We everywhere, geyeah
Caribbeans stand up, bring me my elephant

You wanna hear me speak Punjabi?
Okay, okay, what's next?
Okay, okay, okay, yeah, yeah

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The Interview - Lyrics - Artifact

Title: The Interview
Artist: Artifact
Composer(s): Rahem Ross Brown, Victor Padilla, William E Williams

Lyric:
My characteristics be mystic, you ask who is it
Doin' it, with the next type of techs runnin' through it
The bullshit, I mean, rap style clean
While I lean my six foot frame, Tame's the other being

Seein' that niggas whack, time to take it back to basics
Like Saucony sneakers or a pair of Asics
Don't hate this analyst, hip-hop activist
Battle technician who be on a mission, now listen

Tame One got more grip than Gore-Tex
I'm comin' through your set like CBS
Writin' my name up in your projects
Who wanna test me when I'm tested?

Pushin' the paragraph like it's a Lexus
I come off hot like Texas
My West district predicts that I'm the shit
So I walk through the bricks and shoot the GIF like it's a full fifth
I bring the ruckus fillin' dutches with dust
I spread love like Take 6 until the whole spliff bust

We wish to diminish MC frauds who need to check
Into a rap clinic, thinkin' that they all in it
My message to those is right down to the core
Kick your best MC and all his niggas through the door
3-point offense, defense level high
Stamina a hundred, leave your team ass dry

It's still our nature to hate ya play you out like Las Vegas
'Cause my crew's got more game than 16 Segas
With adapters, battlin' whack rappers and actors for all their stacks
And keepin' my family fucked up like the Jacksons

Yo, you couldn't find my dab if you tried to use a map
Or instructions, the number ones sold guns be bustin' so
Best to recognize, eyes is on the prize
Watchin' for spies who wanna piece of the lyrical pie

Crews be flippin' like they really wanna die
But when I ease up, they freeze and can't look me in the eye
I got folders on the jokers who talk trash
They never walk past 'cause I be checkin' for they hall pass

Haul ass and let me shine like glass do
When I die make a statue, I get in you like a tattoo
I pay homage to all the bombers that I'm fly with
Endurin' politics and gettin' paid off of some side shit

I push niggas back who lack skills to hold their own
Jackin' other brothers' styles way that they can zone
Prone to dismantle your insides like Mickey Mantle
My form lasts long, like trick candles

You see the work of these rhyme experts
That hurt niggas in cyphers and make the other states liver
Survivors of the fittest light the graph then ASCAP
Sen-S-E-I peep the next paragraph

In all actual my style's wilder than a crack spot
I'm ill in, usin' the putas you buildin' as my backdrop
I paint a picture perfect with a thousand pencils
From the back of Continentals, Lincolns, drinkin', thinkin' mental

You better look through your girl's tape collection
'Cause this next subject might have a nigga second guess
I wanna do raps and get fat like Apache
So I can get nasty and dis a nigga like a taxi

My exquisite exhibit has facts in this specific
Most niggas boast how they represent and come with it
But whose the rudest boys, coolest with poise
Artifacts be stickin' them with rhythm poise

Is on the biz, Taylor skills like Liz
Tryin' to save the culture, vultures wanna run the biz
You hear my voice more clear, intact
Peep the lyrics, trap my secrets

Ill, like the film called 'The Curor'
Questions, answers, brothers payin' dues
MC's recognize, so we endin' this interview

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Here To Stay - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: Here To Stay
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Christina Aguilera, Ben H. Allen, Heather Holley, George Henry Jackson, Tony Reyes

Lyric:
Well, everybody got an opinion now, don't they?
But it ain't no thing to me
It really don't make any difference now to me
If you don't like what you see

I pay no mind to the negative kind
'Cause that's just no way to be
I don't stop to please someone else's needs
Gonna live my life for me

I'm gonna keep on, I'm a do my own thing
We all got a song that we're meant to sing
And no matter what people say or might think
I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay

Gonna keep on doing my thing
'Cause whether they love or they hating on me
I'll still be the same girl I used to be
'Cause I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay
I'm here to stay, I'm here to stay

I've never been the type to be shy
I know that some would say I'm too headstrong
But I'd rather be a woman who voices her mind
Whether you think I'm right or wrong

And I know some people wanna criticize
Makes 'em feel better about themselves
So say what you will, time will reveal
In the end that I will be here still

I'm gonna keep on, I'm a do my own thing
We all got a song that we're meant to sing
And no matter what people say or might think
I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay

Gonna keep on doing my thing
'Cause whether they love or they hating on me
I'll still be the same girl I used to be
'Cause I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay

Gotta get up, keep my head up
Gonna keep on turning it up, never let up
If I keep stepping it up, I'ma prove it
I'm never gonna be stopped, like it or not

Gotta get up, keep my head up
Gonna keep on turning it up, never let up
If I keep stepping it up, I'ma prove it
I'm never gonna be stopped, like it or not

No matter the pressures that face me
I believe, I believe they will see
I'll never let anyone break me
All your doubt can do now is strengthen me

And life, it ain't always that easy
Gotta fight to see past the boundaries
Crossing the lines I will define
Every time that forever is mine

I'm gonna keep on, I'm a do my own thing
We all got a song that we're meant to sing
And no matter what people say or might think
I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay

Gonna keep on doing my thing
'Cause whether they love or they hating on me
I'll still be the same girl I used to be
'Cause I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay

I'm gonna keep on, I'm a do my own thing
We all got a song that we're meant to sing
And no matter what people say or might think
I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay

Gonna keep on doing my thing
'Cause whether they love or they hating on me
I'll still be the same girl I used to be
'Cause I ain't going no place, no, I'm here to stay

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Krazy Wit Da Books - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Krazy Wit Da Books
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Burt Bacharach, C Charity, Andre Weston, Hal David, Willie Hines

Lyric:
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books

Well, comin' to school ya it's the hooligan
I'm in the mood again so watch me do this
I'm out to do these rappers just like Popeye did Brutus
The super dooper trooper, oops, I'm no beginner
So watch me get loose and run, shit, like Bill Skinner

I formulate my raps, perhaps you wanna kick it
There's niggas down my slack, yes I'm the baddest when I wreck it
See I'm nicer than the rest, I guess I gots ta prove it
Ya cruisin' for a bruisin' if ya bite it when I use it

See I'm quick to shoot the giff, and if ya tryin' ta stop it
I got mad skills like loose change in my pocket
I drop it from the East, at least I'm gettin' mine in
Some niggas gettin' jealous 'cos of the way that I be rhymin'

Ooh, hello there, how the hell are ya? Sorry to keep you waitin'
It's like nuttin' when I'm throwin' somethin' rougher than menstruation
Crabs, I'm followed by a camp like John Cougar
Mellen, tell them punks I put a swellin', for the lords split'cha

I kick tails that tips scales on the ricter
I dip-dip-dob wit' more drive than the Harlem River
Oh what the hell, I smoked a half a el then [Incomprehensible]
Pick up my grip then spark the clip and get puffin' see

It's back to basics if you're wacked then niggas hate we
Got the knack to freak a track like I was printin' in some nations
Boy, I'm slipper than soap-on-a-rope, I'm madder than the Mad Hatter
And Yabber Dabber Dope and you can quote

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books

Well once again it's the spectacular
I checkin' the back and ya, fuckin', face it
Terrorisin' MC's as if my name was Jason
I crash 'n' clash 'em, monster mash 'em 'til they suckle
I'm quick to switch up and kick ass like Dr. Jekyll

I bring it from the guts, my DJ got the cuts
The shit that I bringin' got'cha swingin' on my nuts
I'm not the typical, lyrical guy that be a miracle
Drop the type of shit that make ya flip and get'cha swivacle

I'm nasty with the verbs, kid, I serve ya, rip the faucet
My raps they never collapse 'cos on the tracks, see I be bustin' like
Fireworks, I fire jerks scullin' then I step
I'm back from hibernation and I'm ween to keep a rep

Give it a rest fool, straight balls of fire, boy I'm flyer than a cockpit
Hah I rocks shit and knock niggas out the blocks wit'
Uncontrollable lyrical motions from my larynx
I'm slick, watch your tip because my clique might slam ya next

Like booya, no ya not true, don't mean illusion
Kickin' a styles 'til '96, taking backs to the future
Plus I'm cool to fuck the brain, I drain a 40 for the belly
I'm aimin' for the charts just like this was a game of scelli

Plus I'm sinkin' ships, doin' whatever makes the blow rock
My crew is givin' nothin', stuffin' chicks without the showtime
When I groove up put your dukes up or catch a oops-up
Sad ya sleazy heart 'cos this the piece beneath the steps, boy

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all

Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books
Yes yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all, yes y'all
Now ya got the Krazy, Krazy wit' da Books

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Intro (Back To Basics) - Lyrics - Christina Aguilera

Title: Intro (Back To Basics)
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Chris E. Martin, Brown Chris, Rick Darnell, Christina Aguilera, Kara Dioguardi, Roy Hawkins

Lyric:
A very pleasant good evening, ladies and gentlemen
It is now time, the one and only
There never will be another, Christina Aguilera
That?s how music should sound

I've waited for some time to get inside the minds
Of every legend I?ve ever wanted to stand beside
It?s like an endless ride, feeling the lows and highs
Of every lyric and melody, every single rhyme

So here I stand today in tribute I do pay
To those before me who laid it down and paved the way
And so to God I pray that He will give me strength
To carry forward the gift of song in His good faith, in His good faith

I?m going back to basics
To where it all began
I?m ready now to face it
I wanna understand

What made the, the soul singers and the blues figures
And that inspired a higher generation
The jazz makers and the ground-breakers
They gave so much of themselves in dedication

So here I stand today in tribute I do pay
To those before me who laid it down and paved the way

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On Our Way - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: On Our Way
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Christina Maria Aguilera, Claude Bolling, Kara Elizabeth Dioguardi, Mark Rankin, Big Tank, Derryck Thornton, Liz Thornton

Lyric:
Me and you, we're different, don't always see eye to eye
You go left and I go right and sometimes when we even fight
That don't mean that I won't need a friend, oh
You and me, we're in this 'til the end, oh

I think we're on our our way
Through all the lows and highs, by my side singing
I think we're on our way
To better days, better days, oh

Let's say we turn the page, move on from all the times
Should've laughed, not cried, feeling
What is there more to say?
I think that we're on our way

Together, we'll weather many storms as family
That bond is forever, it can take almost anything
The love I feel for you grows everyday, yeah
The more we get to learn from our mistakes, yeah, yeah

I think we're on our our way
Through all the lows and highs, I need you by my side, singing
I think we're on our way
To better days, better days, oh

Let's say we turn the page, move on from all the times
Should've laughed, not cried, feeling
What is there more to say?
I think that we are on our way

Someday soon, I'll need advice
Hope you're there to shed some light
And maybe one day, you'll be wanting mine
And we can, we can be there be for each other

I think we're on our way
I think we're on our way

I think we're on our way
Let's say we turn the page, move on from all the times
Should've laughed, not cried
What is there more to say?
I think that we're on our way

I think we're on our way
Through all the lows and highs, I need you by my side, yeah
I think we're on our way
To better days, better days, yeah

Let's say we turn the page, move on from all the times
Should've laughed, not cried
What is there more to say?
I think that we're on our way, yeah, ohh

No more to say
No more to say, yeah
No more to say

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The Right Man - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Christina Aguilera

Title: The Right Man
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Christina Aguilera
Composer(s): Christina Aguilera, Linda Perry

Lyric:
So many years have gone by
Always strong, tried not to cry
Never felt like I needed any man
To comfort me in life

But I'm all made up today
A veil upon my face
But no father stands beside me
To give this bride away

Well, I'm standing in the chapel wearing my white dress
I have waited for this moment with tears of happiness
Here I leave behind my past by taking the chance
I've finally found the right man

Thoughts racing fast through my mind
As I'm gazing down the aisle
That my future will mend the memories
Torn between father and child

My emotions overload
'Cause there is no hand to hold
There's no shoulder here to lean on
I'm walking all on my own, here I go

Now I'm standing at four corners to have and to hold
Now my love, you stand beside me to walk life's winding road
And I owe it all to you for taking the chance
You've shown me there's a right man, 'cause I never knew a right man

Well, I'm standing in the chapel ready to confess
That I've waited for this moment with tears of happiness
Now I leave behind my past by taking the chance
Ohh

Well, I'm standing at four corners to have and to hold
Now my love, you stand beside me to walk life's winding road
And I owe it all to you for taking the chance

And one day my little girl will reach out her hand
She'll know I found the right man

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550 What - Lyrics - Ginuwine

Title: 550 What
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Elgin B Lumpkin, Timothy Z Mosley

Lyric:
I've been searching for so long
I've been searching for so long
I've been searching for so long
I've been searching for so long

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

I've been looking all around
I'm known for getting down
I've been searching for the right producers
And you're the one I want

I'm on some other shit
I don't just want a hit
I'm trying to stay around
I can feel what you need indeed

I'll give you all the things you need
You'll never have to worry bout G
I'm happy that I found your face
Together we will rip up the place

All my life, it's been a dream to me
To live out my destiny
I'm blessed with the way, you're treating me
Feeling real good 'cause I'm totally free

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

I've been looking all around
I'm known for getting down
I've been searching for the right producers
And you're the one I want

I'm on some other shit
I don't just want a hit
I'm trying to stay around
I can feel what you need indeed

I'll give you all the things you need
You'll never have to worry 'bout G
I'm happy that I found your face
Together we will rip up the place

All my life it's been a dream to me
To live out my destiny
I'm blessed with the way you're treating me
Feeling real good 'cause I'm totally free

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

Chilling on the corner with my nig Ginuwine
Speaking about my problems, speaking about what's on my mind
Never had a true reason, whether I'm gonna be here or leaving
Never had an address, my life's been nothing but an ugly mess

Talking to a whole lot of people
Telling me that my life was not going to be created equal
But my manager R.R., he had a bunch of plans
Ran into J.D. he engineered the plan

Then what Michael Caplan
Hooked us up with Polly and she signed the "G" man
Hey, back to the basics
L. West had to live my legal statements

She's means so much to me
She hooked us with Ron Sweeney
We working together as a team
Trying to make advantage and complete our dreams

As it seems like or not scenes finding damage
Then we'll see situations messy like canvas
To the left, to the right
Five minutes baby, you're alright

I've been searching for so long
I've been searching for so long

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

550 what? 550 what?
That's my address
That's my address

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Love All Girls - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Beenie Man

Title: Love All Girls
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Troy Rami, Moses Anthony Davis

Lyric:
Zyow, ziggy zao zao
Yagga, yao

(Okay)
Eh a, eh a, oh
(All my ladies say)
Eh a, eh a, oh

(All my brothas say)
Eh a, eh a, oh
(All the world say)
Eh a, eh a, oh
Come on

Hot girls, we can't live without them
Hot girls, man please don't abuse them
Hot girls, please respect and love them
Hot girls, kiss and caress them, zagga zao

I love all American girls
I love all the English girls
I love all the Europe girls
But me cry for me Caribbean girls
Zagga zao

Love all Brazilian girls
Love all the Asian girls
Love all Indonesian girls
But I cry for the Caribbean girls

Me and black shadow's a shoppin' in a Miami
Met a very sexy girl she comes from Italy
She writes her numbers on a paper and give it to me
I gave her my numbers then it was all over

You want your proper sex
Call me, young girl and you will get it
Not to cause a city russ
Least a man a know feh set it
Some bwoy at around all a know a feh a chew it
May we stab you like a rabbit, zagga zao

I love all American girls
I love all the English girls
I love all the Europe girls
But me cry for me Caribbean girls

Love all Brazilian girls
Love all the Asian girls
Love all Indonesian girls
But I cry for the Caribbean girls

Don't you ever try this African queen
She cook me food and keep me place clean
She press my shirt and fix me pants seam
She's the girl of my dreams
Is this dread?

Slam a white girl she turn red
Slap a Japanese she speak Chinese instead
Um lang chang lang skeet's gettin' out of my bed
Like you took a vampire with a bed, she's nearly dead

I love all American girls
I love all the English girls
I love all the Europe girls
But me cry for me Caribbean girls

Love all Brazilian girls
Love all the Asian girls
Love all Indonesian girls
But me cry for the Caribbean girls

Hey girls, don't care what the guys do now
Always be a lady
You got the ways and the style to drive me crazy
Just Beenie Man a have my baby

'Cuz every man wan you to be a part a dem life
I will be your king man and you will be my wife
I am the girls dem sugar, everything is alright
I will be the para in your dice, zagga zao

I love all American girls
I love all the English girls
I love all the Europe girls
But me cry for me Caribbean girls

Love all Brazilian girls
Love all the Asian girls
Love all Indonesian girls
But I cry for the Caribbean girls

Eh a, eh a, oh
(All my ladies say)
Eh a, eh a, oh
(All my brothas say)
Eh a, eh a, oh
(All the world say)
Eh a, eh a, oh
Come on

I love all American girls
I love all the English girls
I love all the Europe girls
But me cry for me Caribbean girls

Love all Brazilian girls
Love all the Asian girls
Love all Indonesian girls
But I cry for the Caribbean girls

I love all American girls
I love all the English girls
I love all the Europe girls
But me cry for me Caribbean girls

Love all Brazilian girls
Love all the Asian girls
Love all Indonesian girls
But I cry for the Caribbean girls

We out of here, come clear
Zagga nya, every year
Yagga ya
Zagga nanaga nanaga ya

Black shadow

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