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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Soap Bar - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Goldie Lookin Chain

Title: Soap Bar
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Goldie Lookin Chain
Composer(s): Rhys William Hutchings, Chuck Mangione, David Preece, Adam James Sadler, Norman Greenbaum

Lyric:
Burned a new hole in my tracksuit today
Smoking Soap Bar without an ashtray
Red-hot nylon dripping on my skin
I ripped the fucker off, and threw it in the bin
Soap Bar's cheap, and so's my clothes
They've got to be cause of all the fucking holes
It tastes like shit and it makes you cough
And it's the fucking rubber in it that gets you off

Yeah, I smoke Soap Bar with lots of bits of plastic
I leaves mine in it cause it tastes fantastic
Skunk costs too much, I can't see the appeal
Of smoking Port Rocky, Soap Bar or Gold Seal
Smoke Rocky in a bong, bucket or hot-knives
Bake it in a cake for your Mam as a surprise
I smokes Green, and it's gone in an instant
But Soap Bar lasts, cause it's fucking consistent

Smoking on up, Soap Bar in the sky
I'll smoke Soap Bar ?till I fucking die
Before I die and they lay me to rest
I will always smoke Soap Bar, that's the best

Last night I went out driving in my car
I sparked up a fat spliff of fucking Soap Bar
A Blim burn burned right down to my dick
And while I was distracted, I fucking crashed into a
Brick wall, the car was fucking battered
The bonnet flipped up and the windscreen shattered
You're better off smoking The Green instead
Cause it don't Blim Burn and it's better for your head

Soap Bar! Sitting in a deep sweat
Thinking! I've got to get some Rocky for the
Weekend! The sight of Draw excites me
Stick it in a bong, light it up and chug a fucking
Whitey! Burning holes in my tracky
This shit always happens when I'm smoking fucking Rocky
You've heard it on the newsyou've seen it on the telly
Add up for moving Soap Bar down fucking Liz Werry
I do it like a little cause light the fucking thing as always
I used to smoke Skunky but it was far too smelly, man

Smoking on up, Soap Bar in the sky
I'll smoke Soap Bar ?till I fucking die
Before I die and they lay me to rest
I will always smoke Soap Bar, that's the best

Most Soap Bar comes from fucking Holland
They make it out of oil, and tires and pollen
Diesel, Miramar, Flat Press too
These are types of Soap Bar available to you
These little bits of plastic you find inside
You can use those as a quality guide
Of the standard of Soap Bar that you are smoking
The more bits of plastic means the better the toking

Eat a Hash cake but wait a while
It'll take about an hour ain't Draw versatile
You can burn it, eat it, or smoke it in a spliff
Space shakes, Draw gateau's, you knows it Delia Smith
Lying in your bed dropping blimps on your pubes
Selling Draw to your mates but it's really Oxo cubes
When you're cooking up draw, be quick don't lick it
Cause it's really fucking hot and it'll burn your fingers

This bloke said to me, You haven't got a clue
About the damage that Soap Bar can do to you
I tried to see things from his point of view
But I couldn't fit my head up his asshole too
The bloke was wrong, I knows my stuff
I knows if I smoke it, I'm gonna feel rough
My lungs are fucked and my throat is raw
Cause the thing about Soap Barit's fucking hardcore

Smoking on up, Soap Bar in the sky
I'll smoke Soap Bar ?till I fucking die
Before I die and they lay me to rest
I will always smoke Soap Bar, that's the best

Well anyway I think it's better myself to lean forwards
When smoking Soap Bar, because you are less likely to Blim Burn
You know what I mean?

Innit, check it out man! I got some quality fucking Gold Seal for you, innit?

Shape up all those little bits of plastic what you find inside, right
And then fucking stick them in a teapot
Makes a lovely cup of tea, that does

What I do, stick a fag in the microwave, right
You toke it up, you sticks the Draw on top
And you rams it in a bong and you rams the bong in your fucking head

Yeah that's like my fucking lungs feel like
They're fucking collapsing sometimes from the Soap Bar like
You know?

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Saturday, July 31, 2010

Gay Bar - Lyrics - Fire - Electric Six

Title: Gay Bar
Album: Fire
Artist: Electric Six
Composer(s): Joseph Frezza, Anthony Selph, Tyler Spencer, Cory Martin, Stephen Nawara

Lyric:
You, I wanna take you to a gay bar
I wanna take you to a gay bar
I wanna take you to a gay bar
Gay bar, gay bar

Let's start a war
Start a nuclear war
At the gay bar
Gay bar, gay bar

At the gay bar

Now tell me do you
But do you have any money?
I wanna spend all your money
At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar

I've got something to put in you
I've got something to put in you
I've got something to put in you
At the gay bar, gay bar, gay bar

You're a superstar at the gay bar
You're a superstar at the gay bar
Yeah, you're a superstar at the gay bar
You're a superstar at the gay bar
Superstar

Super, super, superstar

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Candi Bar - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Candi Bar
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Patti Austin, Keith Murray, K Abdul-Rahman

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Lyric:
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a
She looks like a

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Heya love love, you little fly lady bug
Come and swing this episode wit more from up above
With them Earl Jeans on fitting tight like a glove
You little Cinammon Toast Crunch, come show me some love
Slim goodie got tittle litties
Yeah, but she's a picture post card pretty fat kitty little bitty
You're provoking me, giving me the notions
To make me wanna lick your funky emotions

She can make a crippled man walk and a blind man see
How can I put this?
She can make the Grinch love Christmas
How can I manifest her uniqueness in vernacular?
Like a chocolate candi bar
Yeah that describes her

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

I seen her at the park on the black top watching the kids play
Hey style complimented the sunny day
There's a mild nature about her
Gentle but firm for all the bullshit life brought her way
You reflected beauty of a starless night by far
Like Billy Joel said, "I take you just the way you are"
I had a crush on you since the days of love tap
Karate shoes you had jelly cornrows with the peas in the back

I knew you'd grow to be a fine specimen someday
You the very inspiration for the song I sing
The way you sprint the runway and scale the catwalk
Your life is a movie and the camera's never off
It's like love at first taste, coming deep from within
From your DNA structure to your whole body ova
Your beauty is respected in the eye of the beholder
I love that little chocolate bar tattered on your shoulder

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

Oh yeah, the time is now and the place is here
So come a little closer let me kick it in your ear
And share this wit you girl you super official
I just wanna bite you girl you look good like a Snickers
Ooh la la, ah wee wee
Walking by looking all like I exctasy
Got doe ma didn't know, good gracious alive
Aw shuck now, there she go

Hey yo, come and rest your feet my little chocolate soufflet
I know you're tired you been running through my mind all day
And oh my goodness, can I get a witness?
This roundy brownie is something to see
I never had a craving like this before, I'm addicted
Lord have mercy, please give me strength
Dark, rich and thick like a fresh baked cake
Just thinking of your shape girl I catch a tooth ache

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar

She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a movie star
Like a chocolate candi bar
She looks like a

We just buggin' out a little bit
Showing versatility
Yeah
She looks like a
She looks like a

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Tiki Bar Is Open - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: The Tiki Bar Is Open
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): John Hiatt

Lyric:
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

I was out on a leave of absence
From any resemblance to reality
I felt like a rocket launched to the great blue yonder
From the boys down at Kennedy

I was driving by his majesty's court hotel
Where the sign said, "Praise his name"
I was tired and alone, I couldn't see too well
But I don't think that he was to blame

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

There's a full moon over Daytona beach
There's a full moon in my mind
And my suntan dream is still out of reach
And the strip malls are robbing me blind

Well, his name was Mr. Dale Earnhardt
And he drove the black, number three
Now the king is gone but he'll not be forgotten
Nor his like will we ever see

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

I know a drink ain't no solution
I ain't had one in seventeen years
But if that tiki bar was closed tonight
Well, I might just disappear

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Thank God, the tiki torch still shines
Thank God, the tiki bar is open
Come on in and open up your mind

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Clavado En Un Bar - Lyrics - Sueños Liquidos - Maná

Title: Clavado En Un Bar
Album: Sueños Liquidos
Artist: Maná
Composer(s): Fehr Sierra

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Lyric:
Aquí me tiene bien clavado
Soltando las penas en un bar
Brindando por su amor
Aquí me tiene abandonado
Bebiendo tequila pa'olvidar
Y sacudirme así el dolor

Donde estas bendita
Donde te has metido
Abre un poco el corazón
Deja amarte corazón
Ven y sácame de este bar

Estoy clavado, estoy herido
Estoy ahogado en un bar
Desesperado en el olvido amor
Estoy ahogado en un bar

Se que te buscan demasiados
Que te pretenden cantidad
Pero eso no es felicidad
Y mi amor nunca se raja
Y mi amor nunca
Jamás te va a fallar
Nunca jamás

Donde estas maldita
Donde te has metido
Abre un poco el corazón
Deja amarte corazón
Ven y sácame de este bar

Estoy clavado, estoy herido
Estoy ahogado en un bar
Desesperado en el olvido amor
Estoy ahogado en un bar
Muy desesperado, muy en el olvido
Estoy ahogado en un bar

Déjate querer amor
Quiero ser tu todo
Y tu corazón
Ven a rescatar mi amor
Yo quiero ser tu sol
Yo quiero ser tu mar

Aqui me tiene embriagado
Llorando de rabia en un bar
Brindando por su amor

Aqui me tiene bien clavado
Bebiendo tequila para olvidar todo
No es justo amor

Muy desesperado , muy en el olvido
Estoy ahogado en un bar
Muy desesperado, muy en el olvido
No, no, no, no
Estoy ahogado en un bar

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

Lightnin' Bar Blues - Lyrics - Hanoi Rocks

Title: Lightnin' Bar Blues
Artist: Hanoi Rocks
Composer(s): Hoyt Wayne Axton

Lyric:
Alright

I don't need no diamond rings
I don't need no Cadillac car
I just wanna drink my ripple wine
Down in the lightnin' bar
In the lightnin' bar

Well some men value fortune and fame
I don't care about none
I just wanna drink my ripple wine
I wanna have my good time fun
Have my good time fun

I don't need no diamond rings
I don't need no Cadillac car
I just wanna drink my ripple wine
Down in the lightnin' bar
In the lightnin' bar

Oh yeah, ooh

Oh yeah, when I die don't bother me
Well, don't bury me at all
Just place my livin', lovin', laughin' bones
In a jar of alcohol
A jar of alcohol

I don't need no diamond rings
I don't need no Cadillac car
I just wanna drink my ripple wine
Down in the lightnin' bar
In the lightnin' bar

Everybody now
I don't need no diamond rings
I don't need no Cadillac car
I just wanna drink my ripple wine
Down in the lightnin' bar
In the lightnin' bar
In the lightnin' bar

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Ball Wit Me - Lyrics - Trina

Title: Ball Wit Me
Artist: Trina
Composer(s): Katrina Taylor, Lasana Smith, Marlon Hassanali

Lyric:
Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Spittin game to a stallion
Sippin' on half a gallon
Ice medallion, iceburg Italian
Handlin' knots in the gamblin' spots
Gettin' loose with a twenty pack handlin' blocks
Hit a nigga in the head with the stainless steel
Slaning packs while the Po-po's changin' shifts
Caked up at the bar, nigga let all them hoes
It's the adominal snowman, everything frozen
Gettin' off glass with the Crissy crunk
Got three, four dike bitches pissy drunk
Got them hoes kissin' cunts and twistin' blunts
When them hoes get ghost I don't miss them stunts
Cause I pick up sluts in pickup trucks
Put dick down your throat bitch, hiccup nuts
Bitch what? I'mma give you some play
Out the exotic player clique and that 2-4-K

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Uh hoes envy, draped in a coat, fit me
In the Rolls Bentley sittin' on twenties
Hot girl, accent those
Dressed with stones, nigga caress my toes
Hoes wanna test my flows
Bitch let me be
I ain't chose the game ho
The game chose me
But yes froze me, rocks in my rosary
Sippin' Don P, the bar on me
All my girls drink Cris, think this
You a courdoroy ho, I'mma a mink bitch
So go on 'bout your business
Lick nuts, drink dicks
Your old tired ass, still draggin', freak bitch
Who's bad?
So I stay fitted
You wanna test Trina
Come on play with it
I know y'all wanna take my place
Cause I'm cute in the face
Phat in the ass, slim in the waist, uh

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

While y'all niggas spittin' the glock
I be ticklin' twat
Triplin' knots to see the villas and yachts
Call all the killas ya got
Bitches I'll clock a kill if I drop
Drink for my cot, cop me a Linc and a drop
Makin' a rock, and same day drill up your block
But on the flip side, why ya hate me?
Cause I'm gettin' head in England
No wedding ring band
Out the XL I creep in the four dot six van
Leave you in the dirt like it's quicksand
You mad cause you never brawl like you a six man
What is you foolish?
Hit you with the metal leave you clueless
Now you on the dash like Stacey
All actin' crazy, cause your main bitch wanna masturbate me
Do me R. Kelly, drink half my babies
Go ahead bitch, indulge, taste it, still hate me

Ball with me playboy
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

Look here I'll pop a few
If you pop a few

Nigga I'll buy the bar from 1 to 2

Look here I'll buy the bar from 2 to 4
You know this pimp shit, easy

It's beautiful
Roll with me playa
What's stoppin' you?
You got a case of Cris
You need to pop a few

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Friday, August 13, 2010

I Finally Passed The Bar - Lyrics - Michael Peterson

Title: I Finally Passed The Bar
Artist: Michael Peterson
Composer(s): Micheal Peterson, Micheal Puryear, Buddy Brock

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Lyric:
There's a party in my honor at my house, tonight
A few of my ol' drinking buddies will be droppin' by
They'll come to celebrate my graduation
After eight long years of higher education

Here's to me, I finally passed the bar
As I drove by that ol' honky tonk still tuggin' at my heart
I never dreamed that neon night school would ever be so hard
I can't believe at last, I finally passed the bar

I've got an awful lot of memories that I can't recall
But I know from those old stories, I must have had a ball
Well, with the money that I spent on my tuition
What would you do hoss?
Well, I could retire and spend the rest of my life fishin', oh well

Here's to me, I finally passed the bar
As I drove by that ol' honky tonk still tuggin' at my heart
I never dreamed that neon night school would ever be so hard
I can't believe at last, I finally passed the bar

I was first in my class to the bottom of a glass
But it was killin' me, tell me about it
I used to get loaded
But now I've been voted most likely to succeed

Here's to me, I finally passed the bar
As I drove by that ol' honky tonk still tuggin' at my heart
I never dreamed that neon night school would ever be so hard
Well, I can't believe at last, I finally passed the bar
I can't believe at last, I finally passed the bar

Congratulations

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Whiskey & Gin - Lyrics - Dance Hall Crashers

Title: Whiskey & Gin
Artist: Dance Hall Crashers
Composer(s): Jason Hammon, Karina Schwarz, Mikey Weiss, Elyse Rogers

Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey, yeah

In the back room of the bar, crusty fingernails I saw him
Everything was hidden by, all the greasy hair he was in
Never looking up, he seemed so sad, I tried to offer him
My shot of whiskey but he said I only drink gin

We sat there quietly, purposely ignoring the room
He smiled wistfully, his shirt was dirty and torn
Everlasting glances left open ended chances
But he stole my heart when he ordered a double for me

In the back room of the bar
In the back room of the bar
We made a great couple, me and him
'Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin

Well, that's the way it is with him

Hey, hey, hey, yeah

Went to the ladies room, when I returned to my chair
His hands were in my bag, red handed guilt everywhere
Took out a photo of an old Romeo
Threw it over his shoulder and rested his hand on my knee

We played these games where we go through the whole alphabet
He'd have an Adam and Eve and I had a Dixie Julep
Went through an Artillery, Caruso and a Diamond Fizz
Fallen Angel, Green Dragon, ending with a kiss in the dark

In the back room of the bar
In the back room of the bar
We made a great couple, me and him
'Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin

Last call came right at once, glasses were empty and dry
We got our second wind but all we had was a dime
Didn't even seem to care, the bartender unaware
We jumped over the counter, took off with our hands full of booze

In the back room of the bar
In the back room of the bar
We made a great couple, me and him
'Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks

In the back room of the bar
In the back room of the bar
We made a great couple, me and him
'Cause I drink whiskey but he only ever drinks gin, he only drinks gin

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Step In Da Club - Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

Title: Step In Da Club
Album: Super Saucy
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): C. Garcia, A. Cook, Ron Bryant, J. Deleon, P. Ramirez

Lyric:
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame

I'ma blast off like a damn Houston Rocket
Roll around town with some dank in my pocket
Grandma say, "Ronnie Ray, you need to stop it"
Punk bootleggers man they fuckin' off my profit
Dip up in the club and she eye ballin' me
Remind me of the breezy from Terminator III
Thinkin' nasty, she the whole extravaganza
Gloss when I floss I'm the boss like Tony Danza

Puttin' hands on muthafuckas actin' up
Give me fifty feet, betta back tha fuck up
Me and Juan Gotti smashin' outta T-town
Lookin' low G gotta fool beat down

Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame

Downtown Super Bowl 38
In the clutch city ya know filfthy movin' weight
In case it get to state keep me in a G manner
All my homies roll like Tony Montana
Listen to the law, jappa jaw on the scanner
Sippin' purple hawk started bangin' David Banner
Money in the Benz but I'm layin' in the Lac
Stomach so swole throwin' up in the back

She was fine, yes sir, she was trill
Plus she had a pocket full of colorful pills
Puttin' heat through yo whole crew flannel
Cookin' them chickens put me on tha Food Channel
Roll with tha pimps, oh nah I'm not a balla
Sell up on those cities like a blue night crawler
Call her on the celly, work my jelly meet the mami at the telly
Roll a fatty, jump in tha ride and disappear like Makaveli, say what

Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame

Man I step in tha club like it ain't no thang
I'm valet parked been drankin' all day
Paparazzi takin' pictures and tha haters lookin' mad
But the boppers showin' love and I'm signin' autographs
Bartender know me and he know I do tha fool
E'ry body in my ear and I'm like who is you?
Give me fifty Hennessy's on tha rocks for these boys
Can't stand male groupies move around with that noise

I'm tryin' to sit down and roll up and get blowed
Find somethin' I can take back to tha mo-mo
Like that right there you lookin' good no doubt
What you got under that skirt, girl whatchu talkin' 'bout?
I'm waitin' for my boys downstairs to get done
They wouldn't let me on stage they said I was too drunk
But it's about to be two girl, tell me if you're ready
Let's sip champenge in my jacuzzi at the telly

Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame

My cup got syrup in my soda
I don't give a fuck don't tip my shit ova
Six bad bitches sittin' in a Range Rova
Paul got 'em all lookin' ova they shouldas
Chuggin' on dro got smoke in my windpipe
Always wanna know bout my hoes and my pimp life
Nigga what it is what it was what it been like
Can I get a chickenhead shake and some french fries?

Pants so skin tight man so freak like
Notch after notch in tha club on tha weeknight
Now she wanna go home, go to bed and sleep tight
Grab this Hennessey by the hair and make her speak right

Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame
Step in the club like it ain't no thang
Sittin' at the bar while I sip on dranks
Girl wanna holla tryin' to run that game
I just wanna freak that, ain't got no shame

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

52s - Theme For A Nude Beach - Lyrics - B

Title: 52s - Theme For A Nude Beach
Artist: B
Composer(s): Keith Strickland, Cindy Wilson, Fred Schneider, Kate Pierson, R Wilson

Lyric:
There is a sand bar in your mind
(Sand bar in the bay)
Sand bar in your mind
(Sand bar in the bay)

There's a beach
Oh, I hope it's not out of reach
It's very beautiful
Come my little peach

Together we'll go down to nude beach
Together we'll stroll on the sand
We'll stroll on the sand together
Where the air and the land meet forever
The sea, the land, and a land of tan

We know a place where we are free
We throw our suits into the sea

There is a sand bar in your mind
(Sand bar in the bay)
Sand bar in your mind
(Sand bar in the bay)

Please, take my hand
You are a woman, oh, I am a man
This place is so remote, everything is revealed
It's so mysterious, here I must stay forever

Together we'll go down to nude beach
Together we'll stroll on the sand
We'll stroll on the sand together
Where the air and the land meet forever
The sea, the sand and a land of tan

We know a place where we are free
We throw our suits into the sea
We know a place where we are free
We throw our suits into the sea

We know a place where we are free
We throw our suits into the sea
We know a place where we are free

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George'S Bar - Lyrics - Pat Green

Title: George'S Bar
Artist: Pat Green
Composer(s): Pat Green

Lyric:
George's is my favorite place to go

My brother and I used to go down to George's Bar
And drink big O's until they closed down the place
Talk about our lifelong ambitions
I still recall the smile upon his face

He took off for the bright lights down in Austin
Said,"Pat don't you know there ain't no money here"
Made a billion bucks, he was selling computers
Still go down to George's and drink my beer, drink my beer

And he's gone, he may be gone, but I'm still here
And he's gone, he may be gone, but I'm still here

Curly headed girl back in my seventh grade
She didn't even know she caught my eye
Dated for a while back in high school
I thought that one day she'd be my wife

The road took a turn somewhere around eighteen
She took off to find her own way, yeah
Fell in for a Nashville high roller
Know he gonna break her heart one day

She's gone, she may be gone, but I'm still here
Yes, she's gone, she may be gone, but I'm still here

Used to go to my grandpas house every Sunday
We'd watch the Dallas Cowboys on TV
Sit around sometimes and tell me stories
About how simple life used to be

My grandpa died a year ago last Sunday
Thought to myself, well, he was one helluva' man, he was a helluva' man
I know when the darkness surrounds me
He reaches out and he takes my hand, takes my hand

And he's gone, he may be gone, but I'm still here
And he's gone, he may be gone, but I'm still here
And he's gone, he may be gone, I swear to God, that he's still here

Well, I gotta go down to George's bar today
Gotta go down, I gotta go down, I gotta go down town
Said I gotta go down to George's bar today
I gotta go down to George's bar today

Gotta go down to George's bar
I gotta go down to George's bar
Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah but I'm still here

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Liar'S Bar - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Liar'S Bar
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
Oh yeah

Well, sitting in a bar alone where no-one knows your name
Is like laying in a graveyard wide awake
You're scared that if you cough or yawn you might wake up the dead
So pretend to read a paper or just drink instead

I'm a stand-up comedian but I'd sit down if I could
The world just seems to want folk like me to stand
And the punch-lines seem to disappear like clouds across the sky
And the laughter could be real or could be canned

Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's bar

Well, living with a lying man could never really hurt
But living with a drunk one, no-one deserves
And you're looking for your husband, you're not sure he's still alive
Don't bother with the cemetery, he'll be down at Liar's dive

I'm a travelling businessman, I just stopped in for one drink
You'll find that I'm not like the other men
Their noses are red whilst mine is only pink
And they didn't choose their drink, their drink chose them

Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's bar

And the grave-digger's smiling at his reflection in his spade
He's visiting the seediest, the shallowest of graves
The vocal chords of elephants and the characters of mice
They're singing, "Whisky, whisky" so good they named it twice

And son, this is roll on

Well, I don't pass buildings with lights on
If I said that I did I'd have lied
'Cause what looks like a Chinese restaurant
May have Chinese New Year inside
And son, all my life I've been searching the bars I've been in I forget
The lights outside ever brighter but a light on the inside not yet

Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar

And he's a world-wide traveller, he's not like me or you
But he comes in mighty regular for one who's passing through
That one came in his work clothes, he's missed his last bus home
He's missed a hell of a lot of buses for a man who wants to roam

You'll never get to Rome son
And son this is roll to

If I look rough I am rough, if I look sad I am
If I look broke I am broke, just a broke down piece of man

And I don't mean to get sad on you all but this is the truth

I've turned over enough leaves to fill an Autumn, if I had one final wish
I'd be your slave for a decade if you could take me away from this bitch
If you took me away from this, I'd be different, you'd see
'Cause I didn't choose a drink, a drink just chose me

Rum by the kettle drum
Whiskey by the jar
At Liar's Bar

Well, I'm smoking like a chimney
And I'm drinking like a fish
At Liar's Bar

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Another Harry'S Bar - Lyrics - Roots To Branches - Jethro Tull

Title: Another Harry'S Bar
Album: Roots To Branches
Artist: Jethro Tull
Composer(s): Ian Anderson

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Lyric:
Wet wind on the sidewalk, I'm starin' at the rain
Walkin' up the street, yeah and walkin' down again
And my feet are tired and my brain is numb
See that broken neon sign sayin', hey, in you come

Got the scent of stale beer hangin', hangin' 'round my head
Old dog in the corner sleepin' like he could be dead
A book of matches and a, and a full ashtray
Cigarette left smokin' its life away

Another Harry's bar or that's the tale they tell
But Harry's long gone now and the customers as well
Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
It'll all turn right

God's tears on the sidewalk, it's the mother of all rain
But in the thick blue haze of Harry's, you will feel no pain
And you will feel no soft hand slippin' on your knee
You don't have to pay for memories, they will all come free

It's another Harry's bar or that's the tale they tell
But Harry's long gone now and the customers as well
Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
It'll all turn right, it'll all turn right

Now when Harry was a young man, Harry was so debonair
He walked a bouncy step in his shiny shoes
And when Harry was a young man, well, Harry could walk on air
He mixed a mean cocktail and he talked you through the late news
You want to hear some great news? Harry's still here

Wet wind on the sidewalk, I'm still starin' at the rain
Walkin' up the street, now walkin' down again
And my feet are tired and my brain is numb
See that broken neon sign sayin', hey, in you come

Another Harry's bar or that's the tale they tell
But Harry's long gone now and the customers as well
Me and the dog and the ghost of Harry will make this world turn right
I'll make this world turn right

Another Harry's bar, hmm
And another Harry's bar
And another, and another Harry's bar

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Top Hat Bar And Grille - Lyrics - The 50th Anniversary Collection - Jim Croce

Title: Top Hat Bar And Grille
Album: The 50th Anniversary Collection
Artist: Jim Croce
Composer(s): Jim Croce

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Lyric:
Well, if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Well at the Top Hat Bar and Grille
There is a waitress name of Lil
Well, she's a honky tonky
Little bit chunky, divorcee

She wear them tight hippy hugger slacks
You can believe me when I tell you, Jack
That she's a dancin', prancin', hard romancin'
P I E C E

And she can do the boogie woogie
She can do the boogaloo
And she can do the hootchie cootchie
Oh and she knows how to nasty too

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Well at the Top Hat Bar and Grille
They got this bouncer name of Gil
Well he a honky tonky
Heavily funky, ex-marine

He wear them skintight body builder shirts
And Jack, he'll knock you out into the dirt
But if you got you no money or you try to get funny
Then mother you gonna see, yeah

That man gonna do the boogie woogie
He gonna do the boogaloo
He gonna do the hootchie cootchie
And he'll be doin' all his dancin' on you

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda bad time you will
Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille

Lookin' for a good time
Lookin' for a bad time

So if you're lookin' for a good time
Look hard as you want but you ain't gonna find
The kinda good time you will
Come every Friday, Saturday evening at the Top Hat Bar and Grille

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

What If - Lyrics - Aaliyah - Aaliyah

Title: What If
Album: Aaliyah
Artist: Aaliyah
Composer(s): Jeffrey Walker, Durrell Babbs

Lyric:
What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

I hate a jealous man, one who doesn't understand
That I'm attractive, so of course men wanna take my hand
And lead me off around the corner, maybe to their place
But when they speak you get mad, jumpin' all up in my face

But on the other hand, when women come and speak to you
You kiss and hug them like it's something that you let me do
You're only jealous 'cause you know the ish you put me through
I might turn right around and do that ish right back to you

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

I hate a lyin' dude, one who doesn't know the rules
If you gon' cheat, burn the receipt from the hotel room
But instead you're up in my face, saying you were at friends
But they all call askin' me where the hell you been

Why they keep treatin' us this way?
I guess it's a little game we play
We'll burn you, oh, we'll cut you, oh, we'll kill you, oh
We don't have to take it no more

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

Why they keep treatin' us this way?
I guess it's a little game we play
We'll burn you, oh, we'll cut you, oh, we'll kill you, oh
We don't have to take it no more

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy I saw
What if sittin' down at the bar
What if I told him to give me a call
What if, what if, what if, what if

What if every guy in the place
What if it was all up in my face
What if, what would you say
What if, what if, what if, what if

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Hot Spot - Lyrics - Chyna Doll - Foxy Brown

Title: Hot Spot
Album: Chyna Doll
Artist: Foxy Brown
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Robin Mays, S Carter, I Marchand

Lyric:
Uhh
Guess who's back uhh
Yeah, uhh

Aiyyo rhyme or crime, let's get it on
MC's wanna eat me but it's Ramadan
Peep what's on the arm, when it's ice it's ice
When I'm right, I'm right, when you're wrong, you're wrong
I'm the bomb, records is platinum, skin is bronze
Flows all night like vintage dom
Been this nice since the first Prince Bomb
Before the artist was known as wit my grown ass

Haters said it won't last, know how many birds I flown past
Celly on roam, full belly, first class
And I don't play, I watch them pockets
Know y'all niggaz go broke after you cop them watches
See you in the club, no bub' nigga pop it
Then you wanna fuck, give it up nigga, not this
My coat is ostrich, flow is the hottest
You ain't got dough, you can't go with the fox bitch

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

Yo cats bustin' out the six, cash flushin' out the niggaz
Platinum heart in half hangin' 'tween the two tit ties
Scheme on your team, lookin' over graph pictures
Pick the finest, then I put it on the minors
Love, after the club, meet me at the diner
So you can bring your boys, we got ten cars behind us
Order a steak, a glass of OJ to breakfast
Hop in the car and head straight up Eighth Ave

The night is young, I'm likin' son
Either he don't have one, or his wife is dumb
His whole hand numb, nigga iced his thumb
Pull up my tights some, enticin' him
You can handle the work, I'll play wit it
Till he curve and swerve nigga, stay wit it
Bitches in the clubs they, hated it
'Cause I put my mack down then I, skated it

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

You can catch me at the Expo', Jacob Jav
Knocking jigga out the Navigator, laying' back, I stay in that
Me fallin' off imagine that, it's not the case
I'm sittin' on top of the world like Brandy and Mase
You wanna, buy me a drink, nigga hand me a case
Big ballin' bitch, I want all of this shit
Six AMG's with the spoiler kit
Chromes from the fac', phones front and back

Co Co, flow, niggaz is wantin' that
Out they vehicles, niggaz is bumpin' that
I heard you wanna stop fox, tell me how so
I got that New York, to the Dirty South Flow
Whole album hot, even the outro
This time around I'm tryin' to do about fo'
This is for my niggaz and bitches who count dough
And y'all in the club I make em bounce

You can catch me at the hot spot 'cause I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls
You can catch me at the hot spot, I fox, I plots
At the bar y'all, all night, I pops
Is it alright, sho' you right, you can't stop it
This is our world, me and my girls

Hot spot
Bar y'all
Alright
Our world
Hot spot
Bar y'all
Alright
Our world

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Choose Your Poison (Remix) - Lyrics - House Of Pain

Title: Choose Your Poison (Remix)
Artist: House Of Pain
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Leor Dimant

Lyric:
Bitches, bitches, bitches, mutherfuckers

I say hey now c'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose

I get off Madd flows like a pack of Eskimo's
On the dog sled in the blizzard 'cause I'm the wizard of oz
Ah, shit I'm gonna wreck ya set
And you stepin' to me is just an empty threat

Something I can't sweat, kid, you never see my worry
I've never been caught but my hands may be dirty
5 years from 30 come check my age
If ya cant pop simply turn the page

And I'll engage wit that kid that's been shiftless
Stickin' to the roof of your mouth like some chippin'
Peanut butter, ya know know my style's butter
'Cause every word I utter rock's the sky's from the gutter

I make ya shudder when I rock your soul
I do dames the way I like, I get mike's controlled
And if ya get bold well then ya get bit
'Cause your knowledge is a trick, kid, it's makin' me sick

I say hey now c'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose

Hey now c'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose

I'm Danny Boy with the Hard Core style
I'll punch you suckers in the mouth like a root canal
You get me started and I'm hard to stop
I got 45 calibers ready to pop

And when I pop off, you drop off
You get blown out the frame 'cause the more shit change
The more things stay the same and I got no respect for your area
From Brooklyn to Dublin, I keep your ass fumblin'

'Cause I'm the fuckin' ball busta
Brooklyn heart breaker
House of Pain pimp money maker

I say hey now c'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose

Hey now c'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose

I got rhymes finese, I got rhymes galore
I got rhymes for peace, I got rhymes for war
I got rhymes for heads, I got rhymes for skins
I got rhymes, kid your crew ain't got no wins

So step up if you wanna get your head cracked
Run up if you wanna get your skull knocked
Play the hard rock baby get your ears boxed
I'll kill you all just like I was the small pox

I'll kill ya livestock
Just like I was anthrax
Come see me live
Then crazy like the Band Sax

I say hey now c'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose

Hey now c'mon y'all
If there's money in your pocket and you're walkin' tall
Make your way to the bar and get your poison chose
And drink it old school style in your B-Boy pose

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Cadillac Ranch - Lyrics - Chris Ledoux

Title: Cadillac Ranch
Artist: Chris Ledoux
Composer(s): Christopher Waters Dunn, Charles Harmon Jones

Lyric:
Well, the well went dry and the cow did too
Daddy didn?t know what to do
The banker came by the house one day
He said he?s gonna take the farm away

Then mama came up with a plan
My brother and me started up a band
My sister put a sign on the roof
And daddy bought a case of 90 proof

Now we call it the Cadillac Ranch
They're parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

Well, we gave all the cows away
Now the only horns around here today
Are the ones up on the grill
Of a genuine ?59 Coupe Deville

Now we call it the Cadillac Ranch
They?re parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home, till the cows come home
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

Now the only thing that we raise is Cain
You don?t need the sun or rain
Just neon lights saying some ice cold beer
Keeps everything green around here

Mama takes the cash at the door
My brother and me keep them out on the floor
My sister sets them up at the bar
And daddy kicks back with a big cigar

Now we call it the Cadillac Ranch
They're parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

Well, we gave all the cows away
Now the only horns around here today
Are the ones up on the grill
Of a genuine ?59 Coupe Deville

Now we call it the Cadillac Ranch
They?re parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home, till the comes home
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

Now we call it the Cadillac Ranch
They?re parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home, till the comes home
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

Now we call it the Cadillac Ranch
They're parking cars in the old bean patch
There?s a bar in the barn and the place stays packed
Till the cows come home at Cadillac Ranch

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Bartender - Lyrics - Epiphany - T Pain

Title: Bartender
Album: Epiphany
Artist: T Pain
Composer(s): Faheem Najm, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Yeah, uh huh
Yeah, yeah

Broke up with my girl last night, so I went to the club
Put on a fresh white suit and a Mini Coupe sittin' on dubs
I'm just lookin' for somebody to talk to and show me some love
If you know what I mean? Uh huh

Everybody jockin' me as soon as I stepped in the spot
200 *** and I'm bettin' ain't none of them hot
'Cept for this pretty young thang that was workin' all the way at the top
Shawty, what is your name?

Ooh, she made us drinks to drink, we drunk 'em, got drunk
And then I think she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a wink, I winked back
And then I think that we hit it off, something proper like

I like the bartender
(Ooh, if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Ooh, uh huh, okay)

I like the bartender
(Yeah, if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Ooh, uh huh, okay)

Got a brand new girl, so I'm feelin' all good inside
Feel like I put some brand new 24's on a brand new ride
Triple shot of Patron on the rocks with little bit of lime
I'm just keepin' it real

Baby still workin' at the club, so I'm gettin' in free
Wednesday night, I'm on the list, 'T-Pain + 3'
Every time I hit the spot, baby girl takin' care of me
How do you think I feel?

Ooh, she made us drinks to drink, we drunk 'em, got drunk
And now I know she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a wink, I winked back
And then I think that we gon' have fun at my spot tonight

I like the bartender
(Ooh, if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Ooh, uh huh, okay)

I like the bartender
(Yeah, if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Ooh, uh huh, okay)

Shorty, I'm sure you heard that I rarely ever come out
Unless I'm in the M6 doin' tricks, freeway burnt out
Got a passenger side that's empty, wantin' it to be your spot
Put you on my Billboard, we can act like the charts, I can end up on top

Don't smoke, don't drink, that's why I don't be by the bar, baby
Just lookin' at you from a distance, lookin' like a goddamn star, baby
So my girl don't see me, T-Pain, can I get those keys to the car?
'Bout to go and bang bang boogie with my cutie and I'll see you tomar'

Ooh, she made us drinks, to drink, we drunk 'em, got drunk
And now I know she thinks I'm cool
She gave me a wink, I winked back
And then I think that, we gon' have fun at my spot tonight

I like the bartender
(Ooh, if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Ooh, uh huh, okay)

I like the bartender
(Yeah, if you're lookin' for me)
I'm at the bar with her
(Ooh, uh huh, okay)

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