Be Good Johnny - Lyrics - Men At Work

Title: Be Good Johnny
Artist: Men At Work
Composer(s): Colin Hay, Gregory Ham

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Lyric:
Skip the skip up the road, off to school you go
Don't be a bad boy, Johnny, don't you slip up or play the fool

Oh no, Ma, Oh no, Da, I'll be your golden boy
I will obey every golden rule

Get told by the teacher not to day-dream
And told by my mother

Be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

"Going to play football this year, John?"
"No!"
"Oh, you must be going to play cricket this year then
Are you Johnny?"
"No! no! no!"
"Boy, you sure are a funny kid, Johnny but I like you
So tell me, what kind of boy are you, John?"

I only like dreaming all the day long
Where no one is screaming

Be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

I only like dreaming all the day long
Where no one is screaming

Be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

Be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good
Be good, be good, be good

Johnny
Johnny

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Being Simple - Lyrics - Judybats

Title: Being Simple
Artist: Judybats
Composer(s): Terry Casper, Ed Winters, Jeff Heiskell, Tim Stutz, Peggy Hambright, Johnny Sughrue

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Lyric:
Hearts cannot be broken, they're small squishy things
They don't break like glass but they bruise easily
This one you bruise

Words will not be spoken never knowing what they mean
Sticks and stones hurt my bones, your promises have broken me
Each one you break

And I want to be good but good is being simple
Simple is forgetting
I simply can't forget
I want to be good but good is being simple
Simple is forgetting
And I simply can't forget

Eyes are always open even when they sleep
Mine are mostly closed while yours are wandering
You look where you please

And I want to be good but good is being simple
Simple is forgetting
I simply can't forget
I want to be good but good is being simple
Simple is forgetting
And I simply can't forget

I want to be great but greatness is giving
Giving leaves me empty
Oh great emptiness

Souls cannot be taken, they're large and they're loud
Yours merely whispers latelyseems it's shrinkin'
I wish it would speak

And I want to be good but good is being simple
Simple is forgetting
I simply can't forget
I want to be good but good is being simple
Simple is forgetting
And I simply can't forget

I want to be great but greatness is giving
Giving leaves me empty
Oh great emptiness

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Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everything) - Lyrics - Meat Loaf

Title: Good Girls Go To Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everything)
Artist: Meat Loaf
Composer(s): Jim Steinman

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Lyric:
Good girls go to heaven
Good girls go to heaven
Good girls go to heaven
(But the bad girls go everywhere)

Good girls go to heaven
(Everybody go to heaven)
Good girls go to heaven
(But the bad girls go everywhere)

When the wind is howling through your window pane
It's not the only pain of the night
You're burning up in your bed you got a fever of love
And there's not an anti-body in sight

Hey Jenny Jenny why are you crying?
There's a beauty of a moon in the sky
But I guess when you've been leading such a sheltered life
You never lift your head and look so high

You don't have a lot but it's all that you've got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot, fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of your dream

No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air

And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
The good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer, I'll be praying that the
Good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere

When the sweat is sizzling on your skin in the dark
And you're desperate now for somewhere to turn
Every muscle in rebellion every nerve is on edge
And every limb has been erotically burned

Hey Johnny Johnny why are you shaking?
When a boy should do whatever he can
You've been nothing but an angel every day of your life
And now you wonder what it's like to be damned

You don't have a lot but it's all that you've got
And you can turn it into more than it seems
Just give it a shot, fantasize every movement
And imagine every inch of your dream

No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you've been wanting to feel now
It ain't right it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air

And the good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere
Good boys go to heaven
But the bad boys go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer, I'll be praying that the
Good boys go to heaven but the bad boys go everywhere

Every time I try and dream you
I can't believe how hard it's been to
Conjure up your face and trace your body in the air
All the seconds go on forever

But the thirds and fourth ones are even better
Every time I do it just a little bit longer
Every time I dream
It's just a little bit stronger than real life

No one said it had to be real
But it's gotta be something you can reach out and feel now
It ain't right it ain't fair
Castles fall in the sand and we fade in the air

And the good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere
The good girls go to heaven
But the bad girls go everywhere

Somebody told me so
Somebody told me now I know
Every night in my prayer, I'll be praying that the
Good girls go to heaven but the bad girls go everywhere

Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
Good girls go to heaven, bad girls go everywhere
...

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Be My Husband - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Jeff Buckley

Title: Be My Husband
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Jeff Buckley
Composer(s): Andrew Stroud

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Lyric:
Be your husband if you be my wife
Be your husband if you be my wife
Be your husband if you be my wife
Loving all of you the rest of your life

Be your husband if you be my wife
Be your husband if you be my wife
Be your husband if you be my wife
Loving all of you the rest of your life

If you promise me you'll be your man
If you promise me you'll be your man
If you promise me you'll be your man
I will love you the best I can

Stick to the promise you made me
Stick to the promise that you made me
Stick to the promise you made me
That you'll stay away from Johnny Lee

Oh mama love me good
Oh mama love me good
Oh mama love me good
Oh mama love me good

If you want me to cook and sew
If you want me to cook and sew
If you want me to cook and sew
Outside of you there is no place to go

Don't you treat me so doggone mean
Don't you treat me so doggone mean
Don't you treat me so doggone mean
You're the meanest man I ever see

Oh mama love me good
Oh mama love me good
Oh mama love me good
Oh mama mama mama love me good

Oh mama
Oh mama

And I be your husband if you be my wife
Be your husband if you be my wife
Be your husband if you be my wife
Loving all of you the rest of your life

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Grammy Family - Lyrics - Dj Khaled

Title: Grammy Family
Artist: Dj Khaled
Composer(s): John Legend, Dexter Mills, Kanye West

Lyric:
Oh, it can't be G.O.O.D music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now I'm hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam B
But you niggaz gon' get in 'til you get to Miami

GLC gon' be stoned as Angie
I be Don C, Johnny Patrone and me
It's a celebration, bitches, more bottles of champaign
I ain't in love with the same stripper that sprung T
Pain and all this Louis Vuitton shit ain't cheap, man

Dawg, I can't keep sayin' G.O.O.D music the greatest latest
Stuntin' out the middle of nowhere like Vegas
From the Chi, the city of hella haters
Where we keep risin' to the top like elevators

Hi haters, I'm back of hiatus
I feel just like you, I mean even I hate us
Turn the radio down I mean every song
Yeezy got a vision that's clearer than Evian
Used to hit the radio them faggots ain't let me on

Until Khaled turned up the volume
Hit the club wit it come on homie they wildin'
Nas done told you come on homie we major
Really Doe told you hoes where we stayin'
G.O.O.D music up in this bitch now quit playin'

Dawg, it can't be G.O.O.D. music the Grammy Family
A little bit a stuntin', flickin', dawg, it ain't deep
I'm only tryin' to spend what they claim you can't keep
Before you die so I make sure I stay on the Chi side
Like Lake Shore Drive, The Grammy Family

It's the Cons fool, word

No, it can't be G.O.O.D. music my Grammy Family
Used to bump the demo up outta the Camry
Now we hoppin' out the limo or either the Lam B
And after music meeting wit evenings with Angie

It's gon' prolly add a joint that got John Legend and me
And we be in Miami so when they spot me in Bentley
It's gon' be a stampede 'cuz we be racin' Bentleys
No different than Grand Prix's

Fam please, don't make my man squeeze
And we can take it to the cars and I'll show you the hand speed
I started independent with owners from land speed
But now they recognize the way they did for Sam Sneed

And since I got my shot like I was call and man be
I hope they lose they spot guarantee a plan B
We'll be waitin' in the telly like Jamie and Fancy

Prolly paintin' they nails in nuthin' but they panties
And we'll be up town Jimmy and Camby
Headed to the game to watch Kenyon and Camby

They can't breathe or hardly catch they next breath
And I know my nigga Ye told you we was the best dressed
I know I got a buzz so plan up the next step

So what ya'll wanna do when it comes to that next check
And bet Quence and Khaled know what the business is
So open up them envelopes you know who the winners is

The Grammy Family
On Grammy night call it G.O.O.D. family night
Celebrate tonight, oh, it's alright, it's alright, yeah

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She'S Too Good To Be True - Lyrics - Charley Pride

Title: She'S Too Good To Be True
Artist: Charley Pride
Composer(s): Johnny Duncan

Lyric:
Sometimes late at night I wake up dreaming
I reach out and feel for her, she's too good to be true
Then I touch the sleeping softness of my Angel
And half asleep she turns to whisper, I love you

'Cause she's just too good to be true but she is
And in my arms, she reassures me with a kiss
She's everything I ever looked for in a woman
She's just too good to be true, but she is

Each day I go to work, it's like forever
'Til that evening son will bring me home again
But then she's waiting at the door with her sweet loving
And tonight, she'll be so good to me again

Oh, she's just too good to be true but she is
And in my arms, she reassures me with a kiss
She's everything I ever looked for in a woman
She's just too good to be true, but she is
She's just too good to be true, but she is

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G.W.T.G.G. - Lyrics - Edge Of Forever - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: G.W.T.G.G.
Album: Edge Of Forever
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Rickey Medlocke, Johnny Van Zant, Hugh Edward Jr Thomasson, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
That's right, come on

Long tall Sally's looking good to me
Shaking that thing for everybody to see
Oh, everybody's thinking just like me
Wonder who the lucky fool's gonna be

Get it while the gettin's good, baby
Take it 'cause the others would
Ain't no hesitating, they just might be waiting
Get it while the gettin's good

Look at that dude in the parking lot
Taken it for granted, everything he's got
So if he hands you a dollar say, "Thank you, sir"
'Cause I've been up and down and I know what it's worth

Get it while the gettin's good, baby
Take it, 'cause the others would
Ain't no hesitating, they just might be waiting
Get it while the gettin's good

You know I gotta have it, ain't no doubt about it
Get it while the gettin's good

You can say you don't want it
But deep inside you know, you really do
You know what I'm talking about

Well, everybody's thinking just like me
Wonder who the lucky fool's gonna

Get it while the gettin's good, baby
Take it, 'cause the others would
Ain't no hesitating, they just might be waiting
Get it while the gettin's good

Get it while the gettin's good
Take it, 'cause the others would
Ain't no hesitating, they just might be waiting
Get it while the gettin's good

You gotta get it while the gettin's good
You gotta get it while the gettin's good, baby
You gotta get it while the gettin's good
Oh, you better get it while the gettin's good, baby

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The Last Gig Of Johnny B. Goode - Lyrics - Leo Sayer

Title: The Last Gig Of Johnny B. Goode
Artist: Leo Sayer
Composer(s): Frank Farrell, Leo Sayer

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Lyric:
He pleads with his manager
There seems no way out
Have one last cigarette
No time to put it out
He's quitting this time for good
This is the last gig with Johnny B. Goode

Now the pressure's really on
Black limousines close in
His hotel suite is really neat
But the flight nearly did him in
A telegram said break a leg
And the doctor says he's broken his head

Set up the amps and play it loud
So no one will hear the words
A good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around
But set up the lights but keep 'em dim
So no one will see him in the state that he's in

Ladies and gentlemen
Very last time will you welcome
The man who if he could help it
Would not be here tonight
The man who has nothing, nothing left to prove
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

Now the agent's looking restless
He says this house is awful bad
He said we should have booked the audience
Rather than booked the band
He's quitting this tour for good
'Cause they won't turn up for Johnny B. Goode

Yeah, set up the amps and play it loud
So no one can hear the words
Good job, they wouldn't wanna hang around
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, oh, bye bye Johnny
Yeah, bye bye Johnny B. Goode
Oh, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode, bye bye Johnny
Bye bye Johnny B. Goode

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Only Heaven Knows - Lyrics - Unusual Heat - Foreigner

Title: Only Heaven Knows
Album: Unusual Heat
Artist: Foreigner
Composer(s): Terry Thomas, Johnny Edwards, Mick Jones

Lyric:
My intentions are good, my hearts in the right place now
You see I wanna be good to you, baby but sometimes I just don't know how
And the hand of fate, reaches out once more
And pulls me though that gate, like one hundred times before

Ooh, there are the nights, when things just work out right
No one could be as close as you and me
Then it all breaks down and we can't find that common ground
That's not the way, the way it oughta be, baby, oh, oh

Why do we laugh, why do we cry? Why do we feel this pain inside?
Only heaven knows, only heaven knows
In this game of hit and miss, how long can we go on like this?
Only heaven knows, only heaven knows

But if we threw it all away, it's something we'd regret someday
Oh, heaven knows
Why do we do these foolish things?
Only heaven knows

My intentions are good, my actions are hard to explain
I get misunderstood sometimes, there's nobody but me to blame
I've gotta speak my mind and deal with the situation
Open the lines, the lines of communication

Ooh there are the nights, we really get it right
Makin' love, endlessly
And then there are the days, we go our separate ways
As though there's nothin' left of you and me, baby, oh no
Nothin' left of you and me

Why do we laugh, why do we cry? Why do we feel this pain inside?
Only heaven knows, only heaven knows
In this game of hit and miss, how long can we go on like this?
Only heaven knows, only heaven knows

But if we threw it all away, it's something we'd regret someday
Oh, heaven knows

Why do we laugh, why do we cry?
Only heaven knows, only heaven knows
Why do we feel this pain inside?
Only heaven knows, only heaven knows

But if we threw it all away, it's something we'd regret someday, oh
Why do we do these foolish things?
Only heaven knows, only heaven knows

You see, I wanna be good to you, baby
Heaven knows
Why do we feel this pain inside?
You see I wanna be good to you, baby
Heaven knows, oh yeah
Heaven knows, heaven knows

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When You Got A Good Friend - Lyrics - Johnny Winter: A Rock 'n' Roll Collection - Johnny Winter

Title: When You Got A Good Friend
Album: Johnny Winter: A Rock 'n' Roll Collection
Artist: Johnny Winter
Composer(s): Robert Leroy Johnson

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Lyric:
When you gotta good friend
Let her stay right by your side
When you gotta good friend
Let her stay right by your side
Give all your spare time to her
And treat her right

I'm as true to my baby
And I can't see no reason why
Lord, man, I can't see no reason why
Every time I think about it
I hang my head and cry

Lord, I may be right or wrong
Hey and I may be right or wrong
Watch your close friends, baby
Enemies can't do you no wrong

There ain't but one thing, baby
That makes me drink
Say that you don't love me, Lord
I begin to think

Gotta good friend
Let her stay right by your side
God, give her all your spare time
Love and treat her right

Lord, Lord, down at the riverside
Go on, go on down at the riverside
No, you won't be my old lady
Man, 'til I get satisfied

You know I may be right or wrong
Little girl, I may be right or wrong
Watch your close friends, baby
And your enemies can't do you no harm

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Run Tha Streetz - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Run Tha Streetz
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Aaron Robin Hall Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Timothy William Gatling, Gene Griffin, Mutah W. Beale, Teddy Riley

Lyric:
You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

Now peep it
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa
Some love makin' and home cookin'
I'll see ya later

It don't take alot
To keep a nigga hard
Must be a lady in tha light
But real freaky in tha dark

Plus I got some enemies, baby
Hold my pistol
And wrap your arms around a nigga
Everytime I kiss you

Can you visualize the picture?
Me and you in extasy
Don't be upset, it's good sex
When you next to me

Do you wanna test me?
Put your tired head on my chest
A thug niggas in tha house
Now you can rest

I betcha never screamed a niggas whole name out
And felt tha pleasure and tha pain
About to fuck tha very taste out your mouth
If you call me when you need me

1-800-skypage when you wanna see me
'Cause I can be your man and baby you can be my lady
But you gotta give a nigga space
Or you'll drive me crazy, run the streetz

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

Now me and you was cool
But I ain't tha one to play tha fool
Can't make no money in bed
So ain't no future fuckin' you

I ain't tha bitch ta love ya
Can't do a damn thang for you
If you ain't about money
9 times outta ten

I'll ignore you, it's a man's World
But real women make tha shit go around
Disrespect and I clown
Tha type of bitch to throw down

Throw up tha block
'Cause nothin' stops my chips
I boss playa with this
Then twist you lame tricks

Holla if ya understand my plan ladies
Fuck havin' babies by them
Shady ass niggas
Swearin', he can save me

My stratagies official
Checkin' ya pockets while I tounge kiss ya
Soft as tissue
So my next issue is, "How to diss you?"

They call me storm
From tha day I was born
I been known to break tha coldest muthafucker
Till' his hearts warm

I ain't never been tha type to wait at home alone
Just 'cause we bone
Don't mean you own me
Nigga, I'm grown

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

I'd rather run the streetz
To make some mail
And put tha game down tight
For these gamin' bitches could get it right

It might be a plan that I'm choosen
Don't get in confusion
Because I'm known for showin' examples
How I do it

Thinkin' I'm new to this because I'm younger
Where I'll only leave you
Suspecious and to wonder
And at tha end I make a come up

Nigga, was raiseed up
Off of M.O.B.
Fightin' over somethin'
That's tellen me don't run the streetz

So tell me am I wrong?
For tryin' to communicate through a song
I'm up early in tha mornin'
By sunrise I'll be gone

All my homies is waitin' for me
Plotin' on plans that we made
And all tha fun that it's gonna be
So meet me at 3' and don't be late nigga

We hagin' out all night while drinkin' straight liquor
I heard it's popin' at a club
But they say I can't get in
'Cause I'm dressed like a thug until I die

I'll be game related
Got me strivin' for a million
Stayin' motivated
Now that we made it

It's a battle
Just for tha big money
I'm livin' wild no smiles
'Cause ain't a thing funny

I came up hungry just a little nigga
Tryin' to make it
I only got one chance
So I gotta take it

Ya never know when it's all gonna happen
Tha rappen or tha drugs
But until then give me love
And let me run the streetz

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

You can run the streetz with your thugs
I'll be waitin' for you
Until you get through
I'll be waitin'

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Killin' Fields - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Killin' Fields
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Derrick Harris, Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Good news Hip-Hoppers
The big alert has been called off
It turns out that the early reports were wrong, all wrong
Now for that clan out there that had such a tough time gettin' home
Sorry 'bout that
I guess the only thing we can do is play you a song

Yeah, do that
Yes, what what what, what what what, what?
What what what, what what what
Yea yea yea
(If you don't, lay back)
Raider Ruckus
(You catch a lazy jack)
Carlton Fisk
(Yaknahmean)
Huh, one, two
(Shaolin, what?)

Shoes full of dirt, kickin' sand on your works
Something gotta hurt, catch a case off a verse
Live in concert, kids comin' out they shirts
I'm hyped now, jumpin' in the crowd feet first
Meant it when I said it, lungs bring the pain son
Without the anesthetic, make 'em look pathetic
Needin' help from paramedic, hot with the nickle
Bust back, take 'em wit' you

Survival of the fittest, and the world out to get us
I feel it in my bones, I can feel it
In my testosterone, when it's on
Stat', bring it back, hard rap for you pussy-cat
Cognac off the meat rack, where the pussy at?
Johnny, got these niggaz mad at they mommy
Jumping on my hard salami, say what you like
In the heat of the night, I crash individuals
Splash on the mic, air-tight with the lyrical

Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Load your gun with it, and be done with it

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes

It all starts with the pad and pen, my special blend
Of herbs and spices on mic divices, murder men
Make 'em mices, I recommend, somethin' that's priceless
For you rap hooligans, claimin' you nicest
Call it what you like kid, you can even call
A psychic for all I care, still ain't got a prayer
Amongst the righteous, Blazini, cheat death like Houdini
Word to bad bird that fucked nerds in bikinis

Observe, lyrical flows you being served from the gizzard
Pluckin' your nerves with nouns and verbs
From the ghettoes to the suburbs, I must be heard
Niggaz get what niggaz deserve
You can put that on my Clan logo, Wu-Tang group for solo
Bloody up my next promo
With the blood of the next bozo, clown ass niggaz be loco
Puffin' on lye, cuckoo for cocoa

Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Load your gun with it, and be done with it

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes

Yo yo, shit be hot in the kettlepot, Twisted Metal
Bust shots til' the beef settle, forget me not
City nights get a nigga hyped, scar his life
Send him back, now he Poltergeist, ghost!
Tell him, who the number one rap most, huh?
Verbal overdose leave him comatose, huh?
The nigga with the golden throat is out to get you, Hot Nickle
Bust back and take 'em wit' you, eye for eye

Never lie, crossin' my heart, hopin' you die
Somebody pat the engineer down, I think he wired
I'm off the meat rack, quick to react, my niggaz need that
They need gas, cockin' heat back, be out like Freejack
The heat's on, you think one-eight, and Johnny's blamed
Who that nigga, burn biscuit and spit flame
Leave no witness in the fast lane with shady bitches
That only want me for my riches, I know your steez

Terror Fabulous, caution, biohazardous degrees
From this ravenous, emcees be yappin'
Meth be the co-captain, on Def Jams that's closed captioned
For hearing impaired, they get a share, now what's happenin'?
Money to share, that's why we're here
And you actin' like we can't eat, like y'all eat
Now we scrappin' out in the street, I know your crew's
Hardheaded motherfuckers and I'm just like you

Nigga run with it, have fun with it
Load your gun with it, and be done with it

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes

Welcome to the Killin' Field with Johnny Dangerous
Headbanger Boogie niggaz goin' through changes

I been in the ghetto all my life
I swore to take that bitch for better or for worse
You know what I'm sayin, that's for life nigga, y'know?
'Til death do us part

Stay tuned Hip-Hoppers
Stay tuned

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I Feel Love - Lyrics - Soft Cell

Title: I Feel Love
Artist: Soft Cell
Composer(s): Giorgio Moroder, Donna Summer, Pete Bellotte

Lyric:
Oh, love to love you baby, oh, love to love you baby
Oh, love to love you baby, oh, love to love you baby
Oh, love to love you baby, oh, love to love you baby

Love to love you pretty baby, love to love you pretty baby
Love to love you pretty baby, love to love you pretty baby
Love to love you pretty baby, love to love you pretty baby

Love to love you pretty baby, love to love you pretty baby
Love to love you pretty baby, love to love you pretty baby
Love to love you pretty baby, love to love you pretty baby, oh baby

Ooh it's so good, it's so good, it's so good, it's so good, it's so good
Ooh I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love

Ooh, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love
Ooh, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love

Ooh what'll it be, what'll it be, what'll it be, yeah
Ooh, you and me, you and me, you and me, you and me, yeah

Ooh I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love, yeah
I'm in love, I'm in love, ooh, yeah, I'm in love, I'm in love, ooh, yeah
I'm in love, I'm in love, ooh, yeah, I'm in love, I'm in love, ooh, yeah
I'm in love

Johnny remember me, Johnny remember me
Johnny, oh Johnny why don't you remember me
Johnny, oh Johnny why don't you remember me

I feel love, love, love, I feel love, love, love
I feel love, love, love, I feel love, love, love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love
I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love, I feel love

Oh, love to love you baby, oh, love to love you baby

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Down, Down, Down - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Down, Down, Down
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): Dajuan Walker, Johnny Burns, David Marvin Blake, Jason Lewis

Lyric:
Had to get it out, yeah, c'mon

My name is Quik an' I be movin' fast like a race car
But I'm top seed, number 1, like the pace car
Whether you up on me or you chillin' way far
You can tell almost immediately that I'm aced off

So listen, muthafucka, why you comin' off hard?
My objective is to catch you off guard
Get covert an' infiltrate yo' clique
Crack yo' shit an' mack yo' bitch

Now, tell me could you conceive
A nigga all up in her beaver givin' her the love fever
For hours at a time before I take a breather
An' when she tell me she loves me, I don't believe her

'Cause I rock in stereo or mono, hot like gonorrhea
Burnin' everytime you take a pee uh
So when you see a nigga out with his girl
Then, baby, play like you don't know me an' we'll keep in a twirl

Because I go deeper than the deep blue seas
Baby, do you really wanna play the flute on me?
I'll give you a sack an' take it back an' you'll die to get it
Little punk 'cause I'm fly with it

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
DJ Quik an' AMG with a brand new sound

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
DJ Quik an' AMG with a brand new sound

I told her don't chase it but you can place it
In between your jaws to taste it or leave it in the basement
I be the riddler that's too familiar
Get in the middle of ya an' then I diddle ya

Dick ya down 'til it tickles, smack the booty with no pimples
caress ya back then rub ya nipples
Baby, I'm a crack fiend, get the KY
An' if I'm at a gigolo, baby, say, ?Hi?

Fly like a eagle in a Range Rover or a Regal
Lookin' for the party people
An' when I catch ya baby girl you should feel lucky
We can make love but don't forget to fuck me

'Cause you got more bounce than Roger Troutman
I don't know when it's in or out an'
Soak me, baby, give me that good thang
Ain't nothin' wrong with a coochie bang

'Cause Suga Free, Mausberg, Quik an' the AM
Definitely knows how to play 'em
'Cause we went from demos to Limos to luxuriousies
To models from Milan on they knees

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
AMG an' Mausberg with a brand new sound

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
AMG an' Mausberg with a brand new sound

Oh, you didn't know that I'm the bomb, baby?
Well take a toke of this D I an' you gon' be feelin' flizie
'Cause I be's Mausberg, the superior
Steppin' through the club, pound, pound, so ya fearin' us

But don't trip we keep the vibe right
Baby, buy me some Remy an' if yo' baby daddy trippin'
Tell him beep me 'cause I be's Black an' Tone
An' swift up on my toes, G'd up in alligate's an' steel toes

Can I get a pound pound? Pound, pound
If Free the flyest who am I? You the realest
Look into my eyes an' tell me what do you see?
Oh, you jockin' my entourage DJ Quik an' AMG

Well, get yo' groove on 'cause I ain't hatin' on the homies
When that 9 5th drop you an' yo' sister gon' be on me
All I wanna do is slide up in an' slide back out
Slap you in yo' face an' stick it dead in yo' mouth

You think I'm bullshittin'? Well, meet me after my show
Bring yo' lips to that all white stretch Limo
So we can ride, slide, dip an' glide, booyah
An' do our thang 'cause my whole clique fly

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
Mausberg an' Suga Free with a brand new sound

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
Mausberg an' Suga Free with a brand new sound

It feel good don't it? It ain't no good if it ain't good enough
To put the proper good on it
Peep how I struck up bitch jump in the air
Stay there until I tell you come down
An' when you do, you shut the fuck up

She'll sell a nice dream, but bitch you'll have better luck
Tryin' to find 2 Pac than me buyin' you somethin'
Off the ice cream truck, Oxygen, you leave 'lone, leave me 'lone
Before I lock you in that little bitty box again

Don't let up y'all just keep her soakin' wet up
Playa, playa an' tell her when she need to shut up
Don't lighten up, naw, nigga
You better, you better tighten up

Throw ya head back, back, back, back, lean it to the side
Hey playas, tell 'em that we fly, catastrophe
Bitch, rather slide down a slide of razor blades
Into a pool of pimp piss, but this hoe had the audacity

To ask me for a dollar even though that's all I had left
These greedy lyin' ass hoes'll fifty cents yo' ass to death

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
An' we come to hit the world with a brand new sound

When we come up we gettin' down, down, down
Step in the club, they give us pound, pound, pound
Lookin' for somethin' that be nice brown an' round
An' we come to hit the world with a brand new sound

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I’m Not Jesus - Lyrics - Apocalyptica

Title: I’m Not Jesus
Artist: Apocalyptica
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Andrews, Geno Lenardo

Lyric:
Dirty little secret
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers
And comb your hair
Save your soul tonight

Drift among the faithful
Bury your desires
Aborations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am

Do you remember me?
The kid I used to be
Do you remember me?

When your world comes
Crashing down I want to relive
(Good God he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there
You confess it all away but it's only shit to me
(Good god he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus I will not forgive

No I won't
No I won't

I thought you were a good man
I thought you talked to god
You hippocratic, messianic
Child abusing, turn satanic

Do you remember me?
Do you remember me?
The kid I used to be
Do you remember?

Do you remember?

When your whole world comes undone
Let me be the one to say
I'm not Jesus you can't run away
And the innocence you spoiled

Found a way to live
(Good God he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus I will not forgive

I will not forgive
I want whatever you wanted
I will not forgive
I won't be whatever you wanted

Do you remember me
The kid I used to be
Not the same as I used to be
Oh do you remember me?

Noo

When your world comes
Crashing down I want to be there
(Good God he's looking down on me)
I'm not Jesus, Jesus wasn't there
You confess it all away but its only shit to me
(Good God he's looking down on me)

I'm not Jesus I will not
I'm not Jesus I will not forgive
Ohh, I will not forgive yeah, yeah
No I will not forgive

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Johnny Porter - Lyrics - Ry Cooder

Title: Johnny Porter
Artist: Ry Cooder
Composer(s): Bobby Ray Appleberry, Bill Cuomo

Lyric:
Well Johnny Porter was the oldest in his family
And I remember he was almost twenty one
You know I can't quite explain the situation
But he broke into his father's truck and stole a gun

Mother running down the highway screaming
Johnny it's too bad, no it's too, bad and it's too bad

Well his father wonders where he got the money
And he wonders if he got it right or wrong
Then Johnny killed a man in Pensacola, Florida
And he caught a freight train and and took off on the run

Well run Johnny run they're rolling right behind you
Run Johnny run you know they're gonna find you
You come out late at night 'cause you're running for your life
Mm, Johnny Porter, Johnny Porter, yeah, yeah

Well it's a shame the way you make your mother worry
And it hurts inside to sit and watch her cry
And it will be a long time before she knows the answer
But it won't be long before she will see ya die

Well I was standing in my front door early this morning
So sad when I heard my neighbor said
That Johnny Porter was a no good than anybody
But I hate to see him throw his life away

Now run Johnny run they're rolling right behind you
And run Johnny run you know they're gonna find you
You come out late at night 'cause you're running for your life
Oh well, Johnny Porter, Johnny Porter

Found him holed up in some dark and dirty building
Had his mother begging, please let Johnny go
That's when John fired his pistol as a warning
And he said, I was born to die by the gun

And I was born to die by the gun
Said mama, I was born to die by the gun
I was born to die by the gun

Said run Johnny run they're rolling right behind you
And run Johnny run you know they're gonna find you
You come out late at night 'cause you're running for your life
Johnny Porter, yeah it was Johnny Porter
Yeah Johnny Porter, Johnny Porter

Porter
Porter
Porter
...

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Good Lovin'S Hard To Find - Lyrics - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: Good Lovin'S Hard To Find
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Johnny Van Zant, Robert White Johnson, Ed King, Gary Rossington

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Lyric:
Every woman's out there lookin' for a rich man
And every man's out there looking for a perfect ten
Can't always get what you want sometimes
So you better off to takin' what you can

Money won't make you happy, baby
And a perfect woman, son's, gonna make you sad
If you think that's where it's at then I'm telling you, you're wrong
'Cause you can have it all one day and then it's gone

You can search all of your life and still not find
What you want, ain't what you've got

Good lovin' so hard to find
Could this be the right place at the right time
Good lovin' feels so fine
I just can't get enough
'Cause good lovin's hard to find so hard to find

We all need good lovin'
Ain't talkin' about no one night stand
Some have the touch and others just a hand
But when you find the right one then you'll understand

Can't always get what you want, sometimes
So you're better off to takin' what you can
You can search all of your life and still not find
What you want ain't what you've got

Good lovin' so hard to find
Could this be the right place at the right time
Good lovin' feels so fine
I just can't get enough, I just can't get enough

Some of that good, good love
Some of that good, good love
Some of that good, good love

Good lovin' so hard to find
Good lovin' make you lose your mind
Good lovin', baby, good, good love
Good lovin', some of that lovin', baby

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Surabaya Johnny - Lyrics - Marianne Faithfull

Title: Surabaya Johnny
Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Composer(s): Herbert Hartig, Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill

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Lyric:
I was young, I was just sixteen then
When you came up from Burma one day
And you told me to pack up my suitcase
And I did and you took me away

I said, "Do you work nice and steady
Or do you go sailing and roving out to sea?"
And you said, "I have a job on the railroad
And baby, how swell it's all gonna be"

You said a lot, Johnny it was all lies
You sure had me fooled, right from the start
I hate you when you laugh at me like that
Take that pipe out of your mouth, Johnny

Surabaya Johnny, is it really the end?
Surabaya Johnny, will the hurt ever mend?
Surabaya Johnny, ooh, I burn at your touch
You got no heart, Johnny but oh, I love you so much

Thought at first you were kind and gentle
Till I packed up and went off with you
And it lasted two weeks until one day
You laughed at me and hit me too

You dragged me all over the city
Up the river and down to the sea
Now I look at myself in the mirror
And some old woman looks back at me

You didn't want love, Johnny, you wanted money
I gave you all I had you wanted more
Oh, don't look at me that way, I'm only trying to talk to you
Wipe that grin off your face, Johnny

Surabaya Johnny, is it really the end?
Surabaya Johnny, will the hurt ever mend?
Surabaya Johnny, ooh, I burn at your touch
You got no heart, Johnny but oh, I love you so much

When we met I forgot to ask you
Why they called you that funny name
But in every hotel on the seacoast
I found out, and I loved you all the same

I'm tired, I'm worn out
The sea's pounding in my ears
And I reach out my arms to hold you
You're not here and who even cares?

You got no heart, Johnny you're just no good
You going now? Oh, tell me why
I love you after all, Johnny, like that very first day
Don't laugh at me no more, Johnny

Surabaya Johnny, is it really the end?
Surabaya Johnny, will the hurt ever mend?
Surabaya Johnny, ooh, I burn at your touch
You got no heart, Johnny but oh, I love you so much
I love you, I love you so much

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Superlover Man - Lyrics - Montell Jordan

Title: Superlover Man
Artist: Montell Jordan
Composer(s): Johnny Watson, James E Jones, Montell Jordan, Renaldo Rey, Derick Mcelveen

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Lyric:
As I think about the things you say you want a man to be
Said you want a strong man with bi-natural capability
Wanna send your legs through mine, work your body from behind
I'll take good care of you like a superman should

Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
The one to rescue you and take you by the hand
Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
Oh, I wanna be

You know that I'm the one to satisfy your every need
Everything you want or could imagine you can find it in me
Up, up and away we go, hold tight, baby, don't let go
Come let me take you on a ride

So high, never come down
I'll put a smile upon your face, one that could never be erased
Your eyes tell me you like what I say and what I do
To be that superman for you

Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
The one to rescue you and take you by the hand
Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
Oh, I wanna be

Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
The one to rescue you and take you by the hand
Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
Oh, I wanna be

Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
The one to rescue you and take you by the hand
Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
Oh, I wanna be

Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
The one to rescue you and take you by the hand
Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
Oh, I wanna be

Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
The one to rescue you and take you by the hand
Oh, I wanna be your superlover man
Oh, I wanna be

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Surabaya Johnny - Lyrics - Bette Midler - Bette Midler

Title: Surabaya Johnny
Album: Bette Midler
Artist: Bette Midler
Composer(s): Herbert Hartig, Bertolt Brecht, Kurt Weill

Lyric:
I was young, I was just sixteen then
When you came up from Burma one day
And you told me to pack up my suitcase
And I did and you took me away

I said, "Do you work nice and steady
Or do you go sailing and roving out to sea?"
And you said, "I have a job on the railroad
And baby, how swell it's all gonna be"

You said a lot, Johnny it was all lies
You sure had me fooled, right from the start
I hate you when you laugh at me like that
Take that pipe out of your mouth, Johnny

Surabaya Johnny, is it really the end?
Surabaya Johnny, will the hurt ever mend?
Surabaya Johnny, ooh, I burn at your touch
You got no heart, Johnny but oh, I love you so much

Thought at first you were kind and gentle
Till I packed up and went off with you
And it lasted two weeks until one day
You laughed at me and hit me too

You dragged me all over the city
Up the river and down to the sea
Now I look at myself in the mirror
And some old woman looks back at me

You didn't want love, Johnny, you wanted money
I gave you all I had you wanted more
Oh, don't look at me that way, I'm only trying to talk to you
Wipe that grin off your face, Johnny

Surabaya Johnny, is it really the end?
Surabaya Johnny, will the hurt ever mend?
Surabaya Johnny, ooh, I burn at your touch
You got no heart, Johnny but oh, I love you so much

When we met I forgot to ask you
Why they called you that funny name
But in every hotel on the seacoast
I found out, and I loved you all the same

I'm tired, I'm worn out
The sea's pounding in my ears
And I reach out my arms to hold you
You're not here and who even cares?

You got no heart, Johnny you're just no good
You going now? Oh, tell me why
I love you after all, Johnny, like that very first day
Don't laugh at me no more, Johnny

Surabaya Johnny, is it really the end?
Surabaya Johnny, will the hurt ever mend?
Surabaya Johnny, ooh, I burn at your touch
You got no heart, Johnny but oh, I love you so much
I love you, I love you so much

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