Real Bad Mood - Lyrics - Marie Sisters

Title: Real Bad Mood
Artist: Marie Sisters
Composer(s): Don Poythress, Leslie Winn Satcher

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Lyric:
I don't play me no love songs
'Cause I ain't in love today
No I don't play me no train songs
'Cause I ain't goin' away
I don't play me no gospel songs
The good Lord knows the truth
I'm in a real bad mood

I don't play me no rock 'n' roll
I don't I want to dance
Don't play me no hillbilly
'Cause I'm too blue for grass
And that cheesy easy listenin' stuff
Is for elevator fools
I'm in a real bad mood

I'm in a funk, sunk
In a pool of pitiful
I got the mange, I'm a chain
Son, you don't wanna pull
You won't cross this old yard dog
If you know what's good for you
Yeah I'm in a real bad mood
Yes I am

I don't want no beans and taters
I ain't got no appetite
And 'em cold store bought tomatoes
Lord, they just make me want to fight
Yeah I want to chew on somethin'
No I ain't just a little uptight
I'm in a real bad mood

Well, well
I'm in a funk, sunk
In a pool of pitiful
I got the mange, I'm a chain
Son, you don't wanna pull
You won't cross this old yard dog
If you know what's good for you
I'm in a real bad

Funk, I'm sunk
In a pool of pitiful
I got the mange, I'm a chain
Son, you don't wanna pull
And I don't cross this old yard dog
If you know what's good for you
And you and you and you
I'm in a real bad mood

Yeah, I want to chew on somethin'
Honey anybodys ass will do
Well I'm in a real bad mood
I'm in a real bad mood

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The Good, The Bad And The Ugly - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: The Good, The Bad And The Ugly
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Willie Mitchell, Dexter Raymond Mills Jr., Kanye Omari West

Lyric:
Ayyo, good morning, America, good morning to Erica
Who gave me good *** while watching good morning America
And good day, New York, have a good day in court
My homies drive around the hood and that's a good place to start

I never liked the goodbyes, always caught a good vibe
Always had a good time, could always spot a good guy
From a good guy, look alive, look alive, look or try
You know that old saying what they say about good guys

I guess that's why I went bad, needed all my chicks bad
Fiends needed it bad, started hittin' liqs' bad
Had to get that work off before that s*** went bad
If not, it gets bad and things will only get bad

So now I'm getting bad skin and I got that badge and
Tellin' me them bastards don't catch a bad break
Caught a bad rate on whip with bad brakes
I'm caught up in these bad ways havin' a bad day

So now the game's ugly and my pain's ugly
And my chain's ugly, things became ugly [Incomprehensible]
Got a stain and its musty, wakin' up looking crusty
And miss thang who's ugly is sayin' to me, "Don't touch me"

I went from pretty Willie to pretty silly
But I'm still pretty gully so you know thin's will still get pretty ugly
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this is for the hood, you got to love me

Good morning to ummm, I don't remember your name
But I remember the brain, here go a fare for the train and
Good morning to Chi-Town, where my *** ride down
And bust clowns and look for some bust downs to bust down

Yeah, she ain't got a car she on the bus now
But her gear is bangin', she one of us now
I wanted badly to bone 'cuz she was bad to the bone
She from a batter home, she mad when she at home

So I gave her my number to beep off, she wanted to take a week off
Bustin' scary movie ***, I had to get the freak off
The new Tom Cruise, took the Moulin Rouge on a too long cruise
She said, "I ain't *** you with them two long shoes"

And I get bougie in a grape poupon mood
So I'ma act cheap in a coupon mood
She said, "Ye' you don't love me?"
I told her it was good, it's too bad, yeah ugly

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said, get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

Ayyo, good morning to Queens, the North side of my scene
And when it comes down to it, I'm a ride for my team
See it's a beautiful life but the bills will make it ugly
And the beauty of life is when you're forced to make it ugly

Had a beautiful night 'til a storm done made it ugly
And a beautiful wife, now we divorcing and it's ugly
Now my mind state is ugly, my blind dates are ugly
And I'm ready to turn it up in these streets and make it ugly

Used to sit in Mr. Uglies with these sisters that was ugly
And these *** used to bug me to the point it made me ugly
And say things that was ugly and lead a ball abruptly
But I took it all back 'cuz God don't like ugly

Now I'm curbin' my bad words, they say that the bad burn
I left it on bad terms with a chic with a bad perm
Whose case took a bad turn and face caught a bad burn
And took the news bad when they said, she had bad germs

The bad thing about it was she was bad and 'bout it
But you know what smelled bad so I had to get up out it
So now we got bad blood, her son is a bad blood
But it happens in the hood when you inherit that bad blood

And once it get bad, it be bad for good
And that's bad meaning bad, not bad meaning good
But I greet it as good when you leave with the good
It's all good in the hood, got called good 'cuz it's good

Now I'm havin' some good nights, livin' this good life
Got me a good girl that I'ma make me a good wife
So I'm good to go and I'm good where I go
Come on, man got good aim and that's a good thing to know

And he came home for good, off of good behavior
Spittin' that good game so what's good with this paper?
And this is for the hoods, the crabs, the junkies
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly

Ayyo, we showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
B.I.G. said get ya money, ain't no telling they gon' love me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
When your money get funny and them days ain't sunny

We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
*** give pounds and hug me, know they really wanna slug me
We showin' you the good, the bad, the ugly
And this for the hood, you got to love me

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Tonight - Lyrics - Bad Boy'S Da Band

Title: Tonight
Artist: Bad Boy'S Da Band
Composer(s): Sara Stokes, Dylan John, Lynese Wiley, Tony Dofat, Lloyd Mathis, Rodney Hill, Fredderick Watson

Lyric:
Somethin' happens when you touch me
I get open and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
It's a temptation, I don't knows what's come over me

Yeah baby, tonight's the night
I'ma ride that thing like a motor bike
Grab my waist and hold it tight, I'm not frontin'
You think I bought a box of lifestyle for nothin'

Please I got blunts you supply the weed
I'm the best so, baby, keep yo eyes on me
It's about time I get mine nigga I'm ready
And sex ain't the bomb if the girl ain't sweaty

Listen ma, we been chillin' out for a minute
And right now I'm in the mood to straight hit it
We know enough about each other, I been patient
Look, but every nigga got his limits

I'm tired of waitin', I feel like tonight is the night
To get Bucky Ball naked and make love all night
You ain't gotta worry 'bout me bustin' in quick seconds
I can handle mine plus I'm young and energetic, you ready

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

So where were you at ma show me a sign
I been peepin' ya all night and you're alright
The reason I'm starin', I'm comparin'
Some things we may have in common
And tell ya comin' on our plane to Bahamas

I love how you abuse the charm
You got a Bad Boys tellin' leave them fools alone
Any place that you stay I can move your home
I'm talkin' shoppin' sprees for weeks in Rome

We would import 4 in the mornin' we gone
Off to Paris to meet Sean
I can't disappoint Mr.Combs
But first I need the number to your phone

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

Somethin' happens when you touch me
I get open and my legs starts quivering
This sensation, emotions take control of me
It's a temptation, I don't know what's come over me

You ain't gotta act boogie or be all uptight
Tonight's the night E.Ness will put up a fight
Best sex you ever had in your life
If it turn out right, fuck around gettin' married tonight

Rock that hand off a one night stand
Hop in the van goin' honeymoon in Amsterdam
Tomorrow mornin' we gon' drive back home
And smoke a lot so we can be in the twilight zone

I wanna have you in the kitchen, put you 'pon di dresser
Throw you in the closet then undress ya
Treat ya like a one night stand, give ya the pressure
Make you hit high notes like R&B singers Mi Gyal

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it, 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

Tonight
Yeah, daddy, I know you want it, 'cuz it's extra tight
Yeah, mommy, I'm gon' make sure it's extra right
I'll be your Mary Jane, it ain't a game, I'll get ya high
I'm a bad girl and bad girls do bad things
And I'm a bad boy so girlfriend do your thing

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Bad Mood - Lyrics - Unsung: The Best Of Helmet 1991-1997 - Helmet

Title: Bad Mood
Album: Unsung: The Best Of Helmet 1991-1997
Artist: Helmet
Composer(s): Page Nye Hamilton

Lyric:
It's no bad mood
It's a look you thought might kill but
You knew better

Wake up cold
Do you know you're not dead
Make the same mistake
You've lost your head

Rearrange events again
Let them suit your next complaint

Self-absorbed
You're all wrapped up
So deep inside
Just think bland thoughts

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I'M In The Mood For You - Lyrics - Clay Walker

Title: I'M In The Mood For You
Artist: Clay Walker
Composer(s): Rivers Rutherford, Tom Shapiro

Lyric:
All day long at the work today baby I couldn't concentrate
Every time I try to get it done, I could only see your face
Honey I'm in the mood for you
Women, I'm in the mood for you

On the way home it was all backed up even in the passin' lane
Too bad I had one of them monster trucks baby I'd been on my way
Honey I'm in the mood for you
Baby I'm in the mood for you

There never seems to be enough
Time for me to drink you up
And girl tonight that's all I wanna do
I'm in the mood for you

I just wanna taste your kisses, sweeter than a fine champagne
I wanna feel you whisper fallin' on me like the rain
I got a hunger in my heart and a fever burnin' on my brain
Baby, I'm in the mood for you
Women, I'm in the mood for you

There never seems to be enough
Time for me to drink you up
And girl tonight that's all I wanna do
I'm in the mood for you

I'm in the mood for you
I'm in the mood for you
I'm in the mood for you

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All Night Long - Lyrics - Keep The Faith - Faith Evans

Title: All Night Long
Album: Keep The Faith
Artist: Faith Evans
Composer(s): Todd Gaither, Galen Underwood, Sean Combs, Schon Crawford, Todd Russaw, Faith Evans, Ron Lawrence, Bertram Reid

Lyric:
I like this right here, yeah
Bad boy and we won?t stop
Faith, '99

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Happy days are here
So leave your cares behind
Just relax your mind
It?s so easy to do it

Just enjoy yourself if the feeling?s right
Get your groove on tonight
Take your time tonight, everything?s all right
Ain't nothing but a party

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Get up on the floor
Don't worry 'bout a thing
Rhythm's got you now
So come on, get into it

Just enjoy yourself if the feeling's right
Get your groove on tonight
Take your time tonight, everything's all right
Ain't nothing but a party

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you're in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Have a good time
Lay back, relax
Just free your mind
Let the music take control of you

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
If it's a hot then I must've did it
If it's not then I wasn't with it
Bad boy stay committed

Whether Hip-Hop or R&B
Featuring Faith Evans, co starring me, P. Diddy
You know I got the key to your city
Unlock the door, rock some more

Beats we lace, bad boy heat the place
We run R&B too 'cuz we keep the faith
Givin' the streets a taste, blaze the charts
I remember

In case you forgot, first Lady B making it hot
Ain't nobody taking the spot
Now it's Faith instead of pain
Coming through with a better grain

In the dash, cell phone better range
Get the cash, stock paper for the whole four quarters
Damn, some things never change
You feel me? Let's make 'em dance, let's go
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

Have a good time
Lay back, relax
Just free your mind
Let the music take control of you

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

We can dance, dance, dance
Clap your hands, hands, hands
All night, if you?re in the mood
Do what you wanna do all night long

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Love Profusion - Lyrics - American Life - Madonna

Title: Love Profusion
Album: American Life
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Mirwais Ahmadzai, Madonn

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Lyric:
There are too many questions
There is not one solution
There is no resurrection
There is so much confusion

And the love profusion
You make me feel, you make me know
And the love vibration
You make me feel, you make it shine

There are too many options
There is no consolation
I have lost my illusions
What I want is an explanation

And the love profusion
You make me feel, you make me know
And the love direction
You make me feel, you make me shine
You make me feel, you make me shine
You make me feel

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

There is no comprehension
There is real isolation
There is so much destruction
What I want is a celebration

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good

Got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

And the love profusion
You make me feel, you make me know
And the love intention
You make me feel, you make me shine
You make me feel, you make me shine
You make me feel

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin
I got you under my skin

And I know I can feel bad
When I get in a bad mood
And the world can look so sad
Only you make me feel good

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Glycerine - Lyrics - Sixteen Stone - Bush

Title: Glycerine
Album: Sixteen Stone
Artist: Bush
Composer(s): Gavin Rossdale

Lyric:
It must be your skin I'm sinking in
Must be for real 'cause now I can feel
And I didn't mind, it's not my kind
It's not my time to wonder why

Every thing's gone white and every thing's gray
Now you're here, now you're away
I don't want this, remember that
I'll never forget where you're at

Don't let the days go by, Glycerine, Glycerine

I'm never alone, I'm alone all the time
Are you at one or do you lie
We live in a wheel where everyone steals
But when we rise, it's like strawberry fields

If I treated you bad, you bruise my face
Couldn't love you more, you got a beautiful taste
Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you

I couldn't change though I wanted to
Should have been easier by three
Our old friend 'Fear' and you and me
Glycerine, Glycerine

Don't let the days go by, Glycerine
Don't let the days go by, Glycerine, Glycerine
Glycerine, Glycerine

Bad mood whine again
Bad mood whine again
As she falls around me

I needed you more when we wanted us less
I could not kiss, just regress
It might just be clear, simple and plain
Well, that's just fine, that's just one of my names

Don't let the days go by
Could have been easier on you, you, you
Glycerine, Glycerine, Glycerine, Glycerine

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Please Don'T Rock Me Tonight - Lyrics - Fountains Of Wayne - Fountains Of Wayne

Title: Please Don'T Rock Me Tonight
Album: Fountains Of Wayne
Artist: Fountains Of Wayne
Composer(s): Clint Patrick Black, Steve Dorff

Lyric:
I was ready when the big day came
My shoes were good and polished
And you know how bad I wished
I had somebody special to blame
But you know I never care to
Lay a blame on for my hairdo

You know it isn't easy to do
When the DJ isn't humming
Part of me suffers too

Baby, please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
I'm not in the mood

I didn't mean to make the trendy guy mad
But the feeling I'm immersed in now
Can only turn a good party bad
Somehow, somehow

You know it isn't easy to do
When the DJ isn't humming
A part of me suffers too

Baby, please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
I'm not in the mood
I'm not in the mood

And you know it isn't easy to do
When the DJ isn't humming
Part of me suffers too

Baby, please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
I'm not in the mood

Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
I'm not in the mood

Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
I'm not in the mood

Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
Please don't rock me tonight
I'm not in the mood

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Relax Your Mind - Lyrics - Loon - Loon

Title: Relax Your Mind
Album: Loon
Artist: Loon
Composer(s): Richard A Frierson, E Sermon, Ryan Leslie, William Thomas, August Moon, Chauncey Lamont Hawkins

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Lyric:
Come on, a come on now
This is what they wanna hear right here
Come on, a come on now
This is what they wanna hear right here
Come on, a come on now
This is what they wanna hear right here

Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
You're now rollin' with the sounds of the B A D
B O Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

Check it out 'cause I been stackin' dough
Been mackin' hos, nigga Loon a pimp go ask the hos
Nigga you's a simp 'cause your smack the hos
And lose your temper like John McEnroe

Me, I'm cool, I keep my jewels intact
Loon ain't type of dude that'll move like that
Don't compare me to no boozy cat
'Cause Loon'll call them dudes, come use them gats

Remember the time when I didn't use to rap
You know me, O.G., O.T. movin' past
As far as the street, I already proved that fact
Not to be rude but I ain't in the mood for that

Movin' on to bigger songs, bigger things
Use my arm for bigger charms, bigger rings
Usually calm but when it's on, nigga trained
To drop the bomb, worse than my mom
Y'all niggaz playin'

Girl, relax your mind, let your conscious free
You're now rollin' with the sounds of the B A D
B O Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

Now what's your forte? Chicks they all say
That they want a nigga, sip Cris?es all day
This be all great, merely kiss for foreplay
When I slip and slide with this chick from Norway

Whips I push, make the bitch's jaw sway
Then I hit they bush, leave 'em drippin' all day
Then I get like Bush, when I flip the war play
Fuck the horse play, hot sex in hallways

Pick your spot now, got you hot now
Since you locked down, roof put the top down
I know you eager to leave this hot town
Know how you feel we can leave or not now

First you was fiendin', but screamin' stop now
Walls got knocked down, when I laid my cock down
Spendin' my cheese while you breathin' shop round
I can't believe that you screamin' cop now

Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
You're now rollin' with the sounds of the B A D
B O Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

Yo, in one year I gave you bastards, two classic
Between me, Puff and Usher it was too drastic
Between me, Puff and Gin was true magic
'Cause everybody needed a girl, but who asked her?

You was scared, basically you wasn't prepared
To gettin' married and havin' a couple of chirls
I'm a grown man nigga, I ain't never concerned
About how nice your ice or the money you earn

I'm the slim guy, spend years reppin' N.Y.'s
So you just start pullin' on blunts, I've been high
You just start visitin' spots, I've been by
And the hell with a throwback nigga, I've been fly

Definitely real, spent time in Beverly Hills
Been gettin' money since Tiffany Mills
I've got a debt to fulfill
Front, I'm a definitely kill
I might peel hole left of your grill

With no mercy, niggaz don't know I'm so thirsty
Sticks and stone, break bones but don't hurt me
Niggaz wanna clap they chrome but won't merk me
Niggaz keep frontin' like Loon won't get dirty

Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
You're now rollin' with the sounds of the B A D
B O Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
You're now rollin' with the sounds of the B A D
B O Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

One God, one love, one family
Bad Boy, they ain't never seen nothin' like this
I see you Loon
Come on, a come on now
I don't think they heard you
Tell 'em one more time

Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
You're now rollin' with the sounds of the B A D
B O Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

Yo, relax your mind, let your conscious free
You're now rollin' with the sounds of the B A D
B O Y, niggaz don't be that fly
Niggaz don't see sun and we those guys

'Cause we can't stop
And we won't stop 'cause we can't stop
Y'all remember that
Yeah it's still there, it's still there
Ten years later

You're our future Loon, let's go boy
Let's go, yeah, let's go
This goes out to Harlem
I see you Harlem, that's where we from

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Merry - Lyrics - Magnapop

Title: Merry
Artist: Magnapop
Composer(s): Linda Hopper, Ruth Morris

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Lyric:
Bad grace finds the reader's eyes
Keep it slow, keep it light over by the side
And it gets too dizzy when it feels too hot
And when it starts to start, it'll never stop

Space and time creep across the line
And try to slow down the fires where the fires hide
But it hits the spot when it gets too hot
And it costs too much if it costs a lot

I see your eyes merry
I swear it stops, I swear it does

Bad grace finds the reader's eyes
Keep it slow, give it light over by the side
But it gets too dizzy when it feels too hot
And when it starts to start, it'll never stop

Space and time creep across the line
And try to slow down the fires where the fires hide
But it hits the spot when it gets too hot
And it costs too much if it costs a lot

I see your eyes merry
I swear it stops, I swear it

In the mood for living
Living seeming but not real mood
What did you say ?

I see your eyes merry
I swear it stops, I swear it does

Bad grace finds the reader's eyes
Keep it warm, give it light over by the side
But it gets too dizzy when it gets too hot
And when it starts to start, it'll never stop

Space and time creep across the line
And try to slow down the fires where the fires hide
But it hits the spot when it gets too hot
And it costs too much if it costs a lot

I see your eyes merry
I swear it stops, I swear it

In the mood for living
Living seeming but not real mood
What did you say?

I see your eyes merry
I swear it stops, I swear it does

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Bachelor Pad - Lyrics - Face Off - Bow Wow

Title: Bachelor Pad
Album: Face Off
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Omari Grandberry, Rahman Griffin, Pierre Jones, Calvin David Kenon, Rufus Moore, Shad Moss, Jesse Wilson

Lyric:
Now if I hit your girl, that's too bad
You so lame and she like my swag
Make her do flips like a acrobat
Once I get her back to my bachelor pad

Kick back, chill, get ya party on
We gon pop it off like it's Mardi Gras
We gon have it poppin' baby all night long
You should listen to my boy Omarion

Girl, welcome to the thrill of ya life
You see this bachelor pad that have ya heart racin'
I got rooms that change ya mood, got a bed
That where I can take you to the highest altitude
My walls are OCD high revolutionating
And I got the O inside my own crown in the face of my AC

And you can't get mad yo chick chose me
Yeah, she want to roll with a winner I'm a winner
So I guess yo girl exits with B
(Bow Wizzle)

Back to the pad when we gon do it all night
Yes baby girl, just you and me
And we can do the freaky things you like
And I swear to God your boyfriend ain't me
(uhn, uhn, ha, ha)

And she said she like when I work the middle
Yup when I hurt the middle
She don't want to be with you because ya thing too little
(Ha, ha)

So charge that one to the game
Ain't nothin' little over here ma not even the name
(Uhn, uhn)
Hit the floor all up in the crib

Don't worry the mister maids will fix it
Take the girls to the crib they don't know how to act
When I get them back to my bachelor pad

Now if I take your girl, that's too bad
Live so far, she like my swag
Make her do tricks like a circus act
Once I get her back to my bachelor pad

Now if I hit your girl, that's too bad
You so lame and she like my swag
Make her do flips like a acrobat
Once I get her back to my bachelor pad

She told me I was better then that
And this is the new world, she never bend out and stretch
Neva got wet in the Jacuzzi heart shaped, neva seen her pride relax
Sneak in the back, neva seen nothin' like this before
Platinum forces with the royal doors
Stacks so clean you can eat off the floor

Let me take you on a private tour
I don't even got door knobs on my door
They just move when they hear my voice
Yup that's Egyptian marbles on that floor

So my crib got chinchilla hips
I swear come take a feel yo chill in there
Well the liquor might spill in there
I got a movie room we can make a film in there
(Ha, ha)

You know the pad got a elevator in it
So ma just come through and get elevated in up in here
For quite a minute I even ain't seen the kitchen
I just hit the intercom and tell the waiter get it
(Get it)

I got twenty minute staff
That can get it right when I need a midnight snack
Tonight ma you gon be my midnight snack
Turn my room to a coupe watch the roof retract

Now if I take your girl, that's too bad
Live so far, she like my swag
Make her do tricks like a circus act
Once I get her back to my bachelor pad

Now if I hit your girl, that's too bad
You so lame and she like my swag
Make her do flips like a acrobat
Once I get her back to my bachelor pad

I said the flo touch sensitive ma really tho
We walk they light up like Billy Jean video

And my bar got Neon lights
So when I lick her I'm a lick her dance
For hundreds on the dance flo

I got a dancin' pole up on my dance flo
So it ain't no tellin' where my hands go
So if my hands go low
Then let ya pants go

Seven star see I'm on the twelfth flow
It's the anadote
I got a indoor pool ma come and get ya panties soaked
(Yup)
Hop in and splash once I get ya back to my bachelor pad

Now if I take your girl, that's too bad
Live so far, she like my swag
Make her do tricks like a circus act
Once I get her back to my bachelor pad

Now if I hit your girl, that's too bad
You so lame and she like my swag
Make her do flips like a acrobat
Once I get her back to my bachelor pad

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Z - Streets Is Talking - Lyrics - The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000 - Jay

Title: Z - Streets Is Talking
Album: The Dynasty: Roc La Familia 2000
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, Dwight Grant, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Is he a blood? Is he a crip?
Is he that? Is he this?
Did he do it? You know uhh
Look

If I shoot you I'm brainless
Different toilet, same shit and I'm sick of explainin' this
I'm waitin' on arraignment my nigga is the plantiff
Yeah I know what you thinkin' fucked up ain't it?

I shoulda known better and I planned to
But dog they be takin' me out of my zone like a nigga with a handle
I sat back and watched it put the gats back in the closet
That's what I tied my hands like an Iraqi hostage

Let niggas take shots at me no response
I just flip and pop my collar like the fons
You give a nigga a foot he'll take you one step beyond
He'll try to play you twice the third time is the charm

You wanna conversate with the writer of the Quran
Or old testament don't test him then
I know what y'all thinkin' dick, pause
Your future's my past I've been here before

I know when you're schemin' I feel when you ply
And I got mental vision, intuition
I know where you goin' I read your mind's navigational system
Everybody whisperin' pers-pers-pers-perspirin'

When the streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
I need to know

You see me with a bodyguard that means police is watchin'
And I only use his waist to keep my glock in
But when shit goes down you know who's doin' the poppin'
And if you don't know guess who's doin' the droppin'

S dot again y'all got him in a bad mood
Bad move that's bad news
How many times have I got to prove?
How many loved ones have you got to lose?

Before you realize that it's probably true
Whatever Jigga say Jigga probably do
Shit I paid my dues I made the news
I came in the door for dolo blazed the crews

And the streets say"Jigga can't go back home"
You know when I heard that when I was back home
I'm comfortable dog Brooklyn to Rome
On any Martin Luther don't part with your future

Don't ever question if I got the heart to shoot ya
The answer is simply too dark for the user
And as a snot-nose they said that "He got flows"
But will he be able to drop those before the cops close in?

'For the shots froze him and he's dead and gone
From what the block has spoken my God
Everybody stressin' who's his baby's moms?
Who he got pregnant? Let me tell you ahh

Nigga streets is talkin' niggaz is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
I need to know

When the, streets is talkin' niggas is gossipin'
Bitches all in your shit what's the cause of it?
I need to know

I seen my first murder in the hall if you must know
I lost my pops when I was eleven twelve years old
He's probably somewhere where the liquor is takin' it's toll
But I ain't mad at you dad holla at your lad

I grew up pushin' snowflake to niggas that was pro-base
The stress'll take a young nigga give him a old face
All I did was smoke joke think and drink
Cop came they complained front row watch game

I seen niggas before me with a chance to write they own script
Slip up and change the story
I seen young niggas go out in a blaze of glory
Before reachin' puberty scared a nigga truthfully

I took trips with so much shit in the whip
That if the cops pulled us over the dog'd get sick, sniff
Smell me nigga, the real me nigga, minus the rumors
Holla if you feel me nigga

The streets is not only watchin' but they talkin' now
Shit they got me circlin' the block before I'm parkin' now
Don't get it twisted I ain't bitchin' I'm just cautious now
Sub under the parka extra cartridge now

Hit his click sig up you fell at it you're dense
I get word to the street like Bell Atlantic Express
I feel the vibes and I hear the rumors
But fuck it I'm still alive and I'm still in jumaa I know stafallah

Niggas wanna press me put my back to the wall
But pressure bust pipes I know I spat to y'all
To know me is to love me you see me, can't be me hate this
Fuck you I got guns like Neo in 'Matrix'

Cross the family think Mac's sweet like Cairo
Or soft like play doh get knocked off like Fredo Corleone
They find you with a hole in your dome
I roll with niggas that'll follow you and go to your home

Thought you ball
But nigga you fall to my defense
Catch you while you reachin'
Clip you then I cross you then I'm leavin

Apply full court pressure
Like four-four get you out of here, pull pressure
To the trigger bullets fly in three's
You forever rest under bullshit, dirt lies and leaves

I do bullshit
Dirt tell lies then leave
Look in my eyes
Realize it's beans

Niggas wanna despise the team
Till I play head coach and straight up divide they team
Trade they man for some pies and a couple of things
Till the bullet ahh motherfuckers yeah

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Lucky Man - Lyrics - Some People Change - Montgomery Gentry

Title: Lucky Man
Album: Some People Change
Artist: Montgomery Gentry
Composer(s): Dave Turnbull, David Lee Cory

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Lyric:
I have days where I hate my job
This little town and the whole world too
And last Sunday when the Bengals lost
Lord, it put me in a bad mood

I have moments when I curse the rain
Then complain when the sun's too hot
I look around at what everyone has
And I forget about all I've got

But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can

My old trucks still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And one more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord, knows I'm a lucky man

Got some friends who would be here fast
I could call 'em any time of day
Got a brother who's got my back
Got a mama who I swears a saint

Got a brand new rod and reel
Got a full week off this year
Dad had a close call last spring
It's a miracle he's still here

But I know I'm a lucky man
God's given me a pretty fair hand
Got a house and a piece of land
A few dollars in a coffee can

My old trucks still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
One more day to be my little kid's dad
Lord, knows I'm a lucky man

Oh, my old trucks still running good
My ticker's ticking like they say it should
I got supper in the oven, a good woman's loving
And even my bad days ain't that bad
Yeah, I'm a lucky man, I'm a lucky, lucky man

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Shorty Blackwell - Lyrics - Monkees

Title: Shorty Blackwell
Artist: Monkees
Composer(s): Micky Dolenz

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Lyric:
Shorty Blackwell, Shorty Blackwell
Be friends with me, be friends with me
Shorty Blackwell, Shorty Blackwell
Be friends with me, be friends with me

I'm feeling very bad today
Another cat came into stay
He's eating all my food,
He's speaking very crude
He's gonna change the mood

I'm feeling very bad today
A red balloon got in my way
It followed me around
But never touched the ground
What can I say?

He built a house upon a hill
Ask him if he's happy and then give him a pill
He's going mad

He bought another car today
Ask him if he's happy, then turn the other way
He's going mad

He's going mad
He's going mad
He's going mad

I'm feeling very bad today
Another cat came into stay
He's eating all my food
He's speaking very crude
He's gonna change the mood

Black and shiny now you've finally
Gotten everything you've wanted
And you're taunted by the power
That you really don't want anymore

Everybody's talking faster
Hurry up get me a master
I don't have much time to lose
And besides I'm polishing my shoes

Crossing the street, watching your feet or you'll die
In a thunderbird light, wishing with all of your might
That you read the newspaper that you forgot to buy today
How will you know what they do when they say?

I'm feeling very bad today
Another girl came by to stay
I can't think of a word
To tell you what I've heard
I've been away

I've been away
I've been away
I've been away

I am, I am
I am, I am
I am, I am
I am my
...

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Bag It Up - Lyrics - Schizophonic - Geri Halliwell

Title: Bag It Up
Album: Schizophonic
Artist: Geri Halliwell
Composer(s): Andrew Watkins, Paul Wilson, Geri Halliwell

Lyric:
I like chocolate and controversy
He likes Fridays and bad company
I like midnight, it's when I'm in the mood
But he likes the morning, that's when he's rude

Just a bad case of opposite sex
Have to look to the stars
All we need is a little respect
'Cause men are from Venus and girls are from Mars

Bag it up, don't drop the baby
Boot him out, no buts or maybe
Wind him up and make him crazy

Take him back, don't drop the baby
Spin him out no buts or maybe
Do your thing, come on lady, lady

I don't take sugar on my color TV
Yet he likes it loaded with eye candy
I need some space and he needs a room
But then he keeps me waiting by leaving too soon

Just a bad case of opposite sex
Have to look to the stars
All we need is a little respect
'Cause men are from Venus and girls are from Mars

Bag it up, don't drop the baby
Boot him out, no buts or maybe
Wind him up and make him crazy

Take him back, don't drop the baby
Spin him out no buts or maybe
Do your thing, come on lady, lady

Treat him like a lady, treat him like a lady
Tease him, please me, chase me, yeah

Just a bad case of opposite sex
Have to look to the stars
All we need is a little respect
'Cause men are from Venus and girls are from Mars

Bag it up, don't drop the baby
Boot him out, no buts or maybe
Wind him up and make him crazy

Take him back, don't drop the baby
Spin him out no buts or maybe
Do your thing, come on lady

Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady

Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady
Treat him like a lady

You know what to do now, you're in control
Who's wearing the trousers now?
Treat him like your lady and spit him out
Make him cry, take him

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Straight Spittin', Part 2 - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: Straight Spittin', Part 2
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Dominick Lamb, John Morris, Rashia Fisher

Lyric:
This is what I'm dealin', 'bout to make a killin' off illin, off a hydro
Put it on a rapper like they work in El Tambo
Here to make a statement, not on your game
You're gon' catch it like the pavement

'Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what

My shit is tight, if not the damn tightest
My stats stay bubblin', how Pepsi and Sprite is
I make a bitch jealous to the point, she wanna slice this
I fuck a nigga's head up like the ex-girl turned dyke bitch

The nicest, on one like unicyclist
With pussy running deeper than stab wounds from ice-picks
Now where you 'bout to take it? Baby I done took it
Some more Digga Digga shit man, look in here
Folks are spittin' rhymes unruly
M.C's for real might catch a hach-tuey

'Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what

I push the range on my Pop's beauant-regal
Hang wit' cats, who known for making drug money legal
Dislike you, spit on purpose just to spite you
Heard you like to use your voice, ride on motorcycles

I spit clean versions for under aged rug rats
I spit for Bricks city, where all my real thugs at
I spit shot cause I'm in a bad mood
For when my life wasn't shit but bad weed and fast food
I spit, spit, spit and make executive decisions
I spit some shit for all the scrubs and the pigeons

And best believe where I'm goin' you're a gonner
I spit more rhymes than silicone in California
I spit, spit, spit, for all them jokers at the pool hall
Carrying my daughter on my back just to fool y'all

I meditate, say a prayer with my sensi
I spit on MTV all the way down to your mix tape
Like that, I'm the illest with the mouthpiece
Crazy like South Park and hotter than South Beach

'Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so, from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what

I spit shit and leave you scarred like a face lift
I spit for the underground, Hot 97 be the Matrix
One, two, I hit 'em with the basics
Who gon' stay hittin'? Who be straight spittin'?

I take the mic and rock it like what
I make you write, get wrecked tonight, what
'Cause you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like
In a million years, and a million beers
Said you never heard a honey spit rhymes like

'Cause all that blazhay, blaz-ay-hay-hay
And so from this point on we straight spittin', yeah, what

When you hear a bitch rhyme, raise your lighters
Spittin' on behalf of Flipmode and Outsidaz

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70'S Love Groove - Lyrics - Janet Jackson

Title: 70'S Love Groove
Artist: Janet Jackson
Composer(s): Terry Lewis, Janet Jackson, James Iii Harris

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Lyric:
Hey baby
Just let me do all the work
Wait, let me put this record on
Tonight you're all mine

Afros, incense, and black lights
Love beads, mood rings, and candle light
Zodiac says the time is right
For a 70's love groove

Do you like my body?
I've got on what you like
Take your time, we've got all night
70's kinda love, 70's kinda love

Afros, incense, and black lights
Love beads, mood rings, and candle light
Zodiac says the time is right
For a 70's love groove

Wait, be a good boy and put this on
You know you want me, tell me, tell me you want me
I want you to tell me what to do, tell me
70's kinda love, 70's kinda love

Anything, anything baby
I'll take you places you've never been before
Touch me here, now touch me there
70's kinda love, 70's kinda love

Afros, incense, and black lights
Love beads, mood rings, and candle light
Zodiac says the time is right
For a 70's love groove

Sensual, just waiting her for you baby
Let me take it out, I love it when you
70's kinda love 70's kinda love

Afros, incense, and black lights
Love beads, mood rings, and candle light
Zodiac says the time is right
For a 70's love groove

You're smooth and shiny
Feels so good against my lips
I want you so bad
I can taste your love right now
You've got me so wet
I want you inside me

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Jury Duty - Lyrics - The O.C. Supertones

Title: Jury Duty
Artist: The O.C. Supertones
Composer(s): Matthew Evan Morginsky, Anthony Henry Terusa

Lyric:
5 a.m. on Tuesday, why am I up so early?
Drive out to Santa Ana ?cause I?ve got jury duty
No breakfast, short tempered
And I cut my head shaving
Ten miles out, I hit traffic
Some days just aren?t worth saving

You know I haven?t had the best of days
But I want to stop and thank you anyway

At the courthouse I waited
And waited then I waited
At lunchtime my car stalled out
I couldn?t get it started
Had a book by C.S. lewis
I finished the last page and
Slept on my desk for three hours
Just like my high school days

'Cuz every single moment
Whether sleeping or awake is your creation
And what you?ve made is good
I don?t always thank you for the rough days
And the hard times in my life
Even though I should

Got home and decided I?d be in a bad mood
My shy and quiet wife said she didn?t like my attitude
Got a call from my mother
Forgot my sister?s birthday
I?m a lousy older brother safe to say
I?ve had a bad day

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Nothing - Lyrics - Edie Brickell &Amp; The New Bohemians

Title: Nothing
Artist: Edie Brickell &Amp; The New Bohemians
Composer(s): Alan Aly, Edie Brickell, Ken Withrow, John Bush, John Mouser

Lyric:
Are you in a bad mood?
Don't you wanna talk about it?
Did I say somethin' rude?
You don't have to cry about it

Aren't you feelin' okay?
Would you like a little company?
Or did you have a bad day?
Are you mad at me? let it show
Don't tell me nothing. I don't wanna know

There's nothing I hate more then nothing
Nothing keeps me up all night
I toss and turn over nothing
Nothing could cause a great big fight

Hey - What's the matter?
Don't tell me nothing

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