Beautiful Bomb - Lyrics - Summer Girl - Smash Mouth

Title: Beautiful Bomb
Album: Summer Girl
Artist: Smash Mouth
Composer(s): Paul Delisle, Greg Camp, Steven Harwell

Lyric:
Your asteroids bounce off her like a trampoline
Sometimes all she can do is shake
Lookin' out for you and I and all she sees
Is everybody makin' big mistakes
Takin' what they should just leave
You're gettin' away for free now

Beautiful bomb
It's so beautiful

Fools talkin' 'bout there's enough room for just one of us
Sometimes all I can do is laugh
But the joke is getting tired and old and dangerous
And the ink ran out on the laugh-o-meter graph
I suggest you fire your staff
It's getting so obnoxious

Beautiful bomb, we're living on a beautiful bomb
We're living on a beautiful bomb, it's so beautiful

Beautiful bomb, we're living on a beautiful bomb
We're living on a beautiful bomb, it's so beautiful

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Bomb Diggy - Lyrics - Another Level

Title: Bomb Diggy
Artist: Another Level
Composer(s): Dwight B Reynolds

Lyric:
Ohhh yeah wohhh yeahhh yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah

Girl you gotta know what you're doing to me
When your giving me that sexy thing, don't ever change what you do with your body
It feels so beautiful and its so right
This girl she's goin on with us every night
I can't hold back so its one in the hole
You can just call me, get down tonight wit' your love

Sweet lovin' honey
Girl it funny got me open wide the word to my dollar bill
That's where I'm putting my money girl you know

You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy when we get jiggy
Let me piggy back ride on it all night long
While I'm singing my song
All through the hoodie hoodie wanna get that goodie goodie
You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy
Bomb bomb diggy can I get some
Of your bomb diggy
Jello jello goodie chocolate puddie
Wanna get a little bit of your goodie goodie
Goodie goodie

Your loves so supernatural
You got me chasing after ya
I'll go wherever you are
Just tell me and I'll be packing up
I'll be your Jonny Mack of love
Traveling from hood to hood
Anyplace anytime 'cause your love makes me feel so good

Oh baby
Sweet lovin' honey
Girl it funny got me open wide the word to my dollar bill
That's where I'm putting my money girl you know

You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy when we get jiggy
Let me piggy back ride on it all night long
While I'm singing my song
All through the hoodie hoodie wanna get that goodie goodie
You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy
Bomb bomb diggy can I get some
Of your bomb diggy
Jello jello goodie chocolate puddie
Wanna get a little bit of your goodie goodie
Goodie goodie

So good
Oh it feels so good when your love comes down on me
So good
Blowing my mind got me goin crazy
So good
Oh it's so good to me
So good
Ohhh oh baby baby

You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy when we get jiggy
Let me piggy back ride on it all night long
While I'm singing my song
All through the hoodie hoodie wanna get that goodie goodie
You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy
Bomb bomb diggy can I get some
Of your bomb diggy
Jello jello goodie chocolate puddie
Wanna get a little bit of your goodie goodie
Goodie goodie

You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy when we get jiggy
Let me piggy back ride on it all night long
While I'm singing my song
All through the hoodie hoodie wanna get that goodie goodie
You'll never stop bomb diggy diggy
Bomb bomb diggy can I get some
Of your bomb diggy
Jello jello goodie chocolate puddie
Wanna get a little bit of your goodie goodie
Goodie goodie

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Just Relax - Lyrics - Joe

Title: Just Relax
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): John E Davis, Ronnie Foster, Andre Lyon, Ali Shaheed Muhammed, Mark Pitts, Malik Izaak Taylor, Marcello Valenzano

Lyric:
This is, ya I know what this is
Listen, yo Joe, I tell them girls like this

I say my love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
Yo Joe, talk to 'em, listen, yeah

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on tonight

Look, I gotta get this money, girl
You know I gotta get this dough
'Cause I can't take us living out here
Strugglin' no more, no more, no more

Listen, baby
Your ears and your neck gotta glisten, baby
And this is crazy
But this the way it's gotta be

Baby, you're a queen
Plus I ain't fit to be a man
So the plan for me is to get the cheese
By any means, listen to me

Everything's gon' be alright
So relax yourself, baby, please settle down
Relax yourself, baby, please settle down

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now

And when we make it
I'ma fly you to the moon and back
Visit the stars, yes, you are
You are so beautiful to me, beautiful as can be
Girl, God sent you to me

You're an angel and I hope
These streets don't take me down the wrong road
We gon' make, trust in love 'cause it's amazing
Yes, it is, so please, just trust in me, listen to me, girl

Everything's gon' be alright
So relax yourself, baby, please settle down
Relax yourself, baby, please settle down

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb, listen, listen

I got one hand in the pot, other holdin' you tight
This life, girl, you know it ain't right, but we live in it
Something we're fightin' for, you know it ain't nice
It's why the chrome keep it nice for me killin' ***
I do it for us, I pray the Lord forgive it ***
One day we be out the hood God willin' it

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice)

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice)

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice now)
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
...

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Playboy - Lyrics - Big Tymers

Title: Playboy
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
I be comin' with it
If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome 20 inches, you'd know who I be
Oh yes, you'd know me
Hoes see millionaire that's H O T
Wodie slow down, you might be ahead
To slip and tell all your broads we already
Coleon, me a mobsta regular

And you can call me on my ceelier
(Cellular)
(What)
Celebrate and pop the Don-P
(Beep)
That's Re that drop the bomb beats
(Uh, uh)
Middle name's Rabbits

Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit
I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats
And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin'
(Huh)
Nigga, lil' shorty 'bout paper
Bedroom, second floor in a bater
([Unverified])

I'm a superstar
(Star)
Money makin' pimp
Up in the double-R
(R)
Just me and Slim
I'm gettin' cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy
Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
How you love that playboy

We go lights, action, camera, we here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby, mama lil' Tamera
Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow
Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomorrow
Look at your sorrow, heads gotta meet, kids gotta eat
Why don't we make a mil'
(Million)

Rhymin' in and out of beat in mydazeep
([Unverified])
Shit, don't even look for it it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs
So stay off the ground 'cuz it's dangerous wodie
Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us, wodie

It's a gang of us, wodie, you see one everywhere you go
Ain't no thing with this, wodie, you get it any ear for sure
We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom
What else count money and give a nigga head room
So when you hear the leg boom, bitch, you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere
But on the west start some shit somewhere

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me

I got these niggas talkin' 'bout this black on black hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
Pictures of other niggas', old ladies suckin' my shit
While you be lovin' this stupid, bitch
Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum
These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin'

Goin' to the club with 10 G's and the bar tab that's all on, baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing
That shit all on Cash Money
Well, here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face
'Cuz I wouldn't give this hoe no play
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink
'Cuz I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus

And a penthouse that say, "Hoe hater"
With tattoos with number 1 stunter
With billionaire on my left arm and millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey
Nigga, I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga that can out shine me
See I got a clip that's called, "Pussy go-getters"
Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money, niggas

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me

What's happenin', this the gator shoe man
Fresh and Vic a new man
Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that
I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that
See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
This is a, this is a uhm, Cash Money, Big Tymers production
This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin'
And Lil Wayne, and me myself, the beautiful one
It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful, baby, it's truly beautiful, baby

Now what we playin' this year
One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four
Y'all just got to you know, hang in there
And see what we gonna do this summer
What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin'
What we gonna buy, it's beautiful
I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig
We thinkin' about buyin' a city
I ain't gonna say what city, just a city

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Playboy (Don'T Hate Me) - Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 1 - Big Tymers

Title: Playboy (Don'T Hate Me)
Album: How You Luv That?, Vol. 1
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
I be comin' with it
If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome 20 inches, you'd know who I be
Oh yes, you'd know me
Hoes see millionaire that's H O T
Wodie slow down, you might be ahead
To slip and tell all your broads we already
Coleon, me a mobsta regular

And you can call me on my ceelier
(Cellular)
(What)
Celebrate and pop the Don-P
(Beep)
That's Re that drop the bomb beats
(Uh, uh)
Middle name's Rabbits

Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit
I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats
And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin'
(Huh)
Nigga, lil' shorty 'bout paper
Bedroom, second floor in a bater
([Unverified])

I'm a superstar
(Star)
Money makin' pimp
Up in the double-R
(R)
Just me and Slim
I'm gettin' cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy
Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
How you love that playboy

We go lights, action, camera, we here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby, mama lil' Tamera
Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow
Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomorrow
Look at your sorrow, heads gotta meet, kids gotta eat
Why don't we make a mil'
(Million)

Rhymin' in and out of beat in mydazeep
([Unverified])
Shit, don't even look for it it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs
So stay off the ground 'cuz it's dangerous wodie
Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us, wodie

It's a gang of us, wodie, you see one everywhere you go
Ain't no thing with this, wodie, you get it any ear for sure
We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom
What else count money and give a nigga head room
So when you hear the leg boom, bitch, you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere
But on the west start some shit somewhere

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me

I got these niggas talkin' 'bout this black on black hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
Pictures of other niggas', old ladies suckin' my shit
While you be lovin' this stupid, bitch
Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum
These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin'

Goin' to the club with 10 G's and the bar tab that's all on, baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing
That shit all on Cash Money
Well, here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face
'Cuz I wouldn't give this hoe no play
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink
'Cuz I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus

And a penthouse that say, "Hoe hater"
With tattoos with number 1 stunter
With billionaire on my left arm and millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey
Nigga, I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga that can out shine me
See I got a clip that's called, "Pussy go-getters"
Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money, niggas

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me

What's happenin', this the gator shoe man
Fresh and Vic a new man
Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that
I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that
See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
This is a, this is a uhm, Cash Money, Big Tymers production
This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin'
And Lil Wayne, and me myself, the beautiful one
It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful, baby, it's truly beautiful, baby

Now what we playin' this year
One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four
Y'all just got to you know, hang in there
And see what we gonna do this summer
What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin'
What we gonna buy, it's beautiful
I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig
We thinkin' about buyin' a city
I ain't gonna say what city, just a city

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Playboy (Don'T Hate Me) (Vol2 Version) - Lyrics - How You Luv That?, Vol. 2 - Big Tymers

Title: Playboy (Don'T Hate Me) (Vol2 Version)
Album: How You Luv That?, Vol. 2
Artist: Big Tymers
Composer(s): Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
I be comin' with it
If spot Wayne from a distance in the Expedition
I'm on chrome 20 inches, you'd know who I be
Oh yes, you'd know me
Hoes see millionaire that's H O T
Wodie slow down, you might be ahead
To slip and tell all your broads we already
Coleon, me a mobsta regular

And you can call me on my ceelier
(Cellular)
(What)
Celebrate and pop the Don-P
(Beep)
That's Re that drop the bomb beats
(Uh, uh)
Middle name's Rabbits

Stuntin' hard naw that's my daddy Rabbit
I got a rolley on my wrist with ten karats
And I'm a shine but I'm still about blastin'
(Huh)
Nigga, lil' shorty 'bout paper
Bedroom, second floor in a bater
([Unverified])

I'm a superstar
(Star)
Money makin' pimp
Up in the double-R
(R)
Just me and Slim
I'm gettin' cheese by the bills stackin' cake boy
Cash Money how you love that playboy, playboy

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
How you love that playboy

We go lights, action, camera, we here to hammer ya
Go ask Pamela or your baby, mama lil' Tamera
Feel like a samera or Zorro rich niggas don't barrow
Fill a check and wait 'til the bank open tomorrow
Look at your sorrow, heads gotta meet, kids gotta eat
Why don't we make a mil'
(Million)

Rhymin' in and out of beat in mydazeep
([Unverified])
Shit, don't even look for it it's way off
Concerts sellin' out like Chicago Bull's playoffs
So stay off the ground 'cuz it's dangerous wodie
Too many riches these bitches gonna wanna hang with us, wodie

It's a gang of us, wodie, you see one everywhere you go
Ain't no thing with this, wodie, you get it any ear for sure
We go to the bank so much, bitch, we got a bedroom
What else count money and give a nigga head room
So when you hear the leg boom, bitch, you better get somewhere
Somebody gettin' hit somewhere
But on the west start some shit somewhere

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me

I got these niggas talkin' 'bout this black on black hummer
I scored that last summer
But this year playboy I'm a stretch that motherfucker
I bought a Yukon for my main bitch with my new horn
Pictures of other niggas', old ladies suckin' my shit
While you be lovin' this stupid, bitch
Now I guess since I been playin' with about 10 mil or 'sum
These bitches givin' me their pussy like it ain't nothin'

Goin' to the club with 10 G's and the bar tab that's all on, baby
Lettin' these hoes and niggas drink for free
Playgirl but you gotta understand 1 thing
That shit all on Cash Money
Well, here's another case of this hoe sprayin' mace in my face
'Cuz I wouldn't give this hoe no play
Tellin' me I think my shit don't stink
'Cuz I got a Benz, a Hummer, a Lexus

And a penthouse that say, "Hoe hater"
With tattoos with number 1 stunter
With billionaire on my left arm and millionaire on my right arm
Bitches be lovin' this gold grill homey
I spent 20 G's on my earrings homey
Nigga, I ain't met a nigga that can drop a beat like Fresh
And I ain't met a nigga that can out shine me
See I got a clip that's called, "Pussy go-getters"
Now playboy these hoes be lovin' these Cash Money, niggas

Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Don't hate me, baby, 'cuz I'm beautiful
These flashy cars ain't new to y'all
Playboy, don't hate me, don't hate me, don't hate me

What's happenin', this the gator shoe man
Fresh and Vic a new man
Anything come new playboy out I got 2 of that
I think I can love that, I can love that, I can love that
See what I'm saying? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeah
This is a, this is a uhm, Cash Money, Big Tymers production
This got Baby, Big Bun see what I'm sayin'
And Lil Wayne, and me myself, the beautiful one
It's beautiful baby, it's beautiful, baby, it's truly beautiful, baby

Now what we playin' this year
One Million, two million, maybe three million, maybe four
Y'all just got to you know, hang in there
And see what we gonna do this summer
What we gonna pull off, see what I'm sayin'
What we gonna buy, it's beautiful
I'm just gonna give you a hint you dig
We thinkin' about buyin' a city
I ain't gonna say what city, just a city

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Booty Man - Lyrics - Born To Do It - Craig David

Title: Booty Man
Album: Born To Do It
Artist: Craig David
Composer(s): Mark Hill, Craig David

Lyric:
One, two buckle my shoes
Three, four step inside the venue and see in the corner of my eye
This beautiful girl, is standing by the bar looking fly
She was like a beauty queen out of a magazine looked about nineteen
Five minutes talking next thing's her number being written

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
Click off, click on www.cd.com, international bomb
The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

One, two unbuckle my shoe
Kissin' and cuddlin' at my crib after the venue
And I didn't wanna take it too fast so I said, "Slow, slow"
I gotta make some calls so keep it down low
She was like I can't believe you wanna talk instead of makin' love to me
Five minutes chillin' next thing's my name, she's calling

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
Click off, click on www.cd.com, international bomb
The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

Bomb, bomb the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it goin' on
On the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it goin'
Bomb, bomb the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it goin' on
On the Booty Man, Booty Man's really got it

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
Click off, click on www.cd.com, international bomb
The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
Click off, click on www.cd.com, international bomb
The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

If you're looking for the man that can
Go check all the girls messing up with your program
The lyrics that make you say, "Damn, the Booty Man can"
Click off, click on www.cd.com, international bomb
The Booty Man's really got it goin' on

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I'M The Bomb - Lyrics - Fire - Electric Six

Title: I'M The Bomb
Album: Fire
Artist: Electric Six
Composer(s): Joseph Frezza, Anthony Selph, Tyler Spencer, Cory Martin, Stephen Nawara

Lyric:
Now who elected you judge and jury
In the body of a beautiful girl?
And I suspect heavy gerrymandering
At the singles bar

And now I'm a man with conversation skills
And I'm a man with hundred dollar bills
And just a look in my direction one time
Is all it's gonna take now, come on, [Incomprehensible]

I know you think I'm just another sucker perpetrator
Livin' in the two-one-three
And I don't care what you say about any of that
No, it don't matter to me

And I see you drivin' around in your fancy car
You're a superstar livin' in the three-one-o
And I will freak you like you've never been freaked before, now
And I'm ready to go, yeah

Come on

Three two one, I'm the bomb
And I'm ready to go off in your ship
Three two one, I'm the bomb
And I'm ready to go off in your ship
Three two one, I'm the bomb
And I'm ready to go off, ready to go off now

Hey girl, when I'm fuckin' you
It's like, nothin' else matters
Maybe, we'll reach down between my legs
And ease the seat back

Three two one, I'm the bomb
And I'm ready to go off in your ship
Three two one, I'm the bomb
And I'm ready to go off in your ship

Three two one, I'm the bomb
And I'm ready to go off in your ship
Three two one, I'm the bomb
And I'm ready to go off, ready to go off now

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Shany'S World - - Lyrics - Chapter II - Ashanti

Title: Shany'S World -
Album: Chapter II
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Ashanti Douglas, Andre Parker

Lyric:
Yeah, ha ha ha
Whoo
I'd like to welcome y'all to the wonderful, the wonderful world
Of Murder Inc's own, Murder Inc's own princess, Miss Ashanti
It is a place where it's just so beautiful, it don't not matter
Know what I'm talkin' about?
So glad that y'all could come and share this fine beautiful day with us
Thank you for coming
What we created in here is something so special
In this world of magic and beauty is like

It don't matter where you from or where you at
It take you wherever you wanna go
'Cause when you're in Shany's world man, it don't even matter
See, I go by the name of Chink Santana
A private gotti, they call me Agone
Yeah That's my dogg right there
That's my partner in crime, that's my
That's the bomb

That's my dogg Irv Gotti
My dogg Milwaukee Buff
[Incomprehensible]
My brother Keith
Yeah Seeker is what we created right here
It's something so special and
It even don't matter where you at, you could be
In the DC room with my doggs In The Pret
Black Mamma Camp

You could go out there Lord
The Texas Holli Lord Jam and Frazier
Pimp C on your head y'all, Pump B
We can go out there to L.A.
Wazz up homies?
We can go down to Miami Man
To get my dog Shortie
We can go out to Shontana Holli la for Gotti

[Incomprehensible] you know all this man holli baby
No way's in all this man
In the Shany's world man it don't matter
Hell naw, to all my ladies
My beautiful beautiful, a beautiful lady
This one for y'all right here man
'Cuz she will be representing for y'all

She sang this for y'all
She write this for y'all
You know what I'm talkin' about
So without further due
I'd like to welcome you, chapter 2
Shany
This is murder
Let's go

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Born To End - Lyrics - Generation Terrorists - Manic Street Preachers

Title: Born To End
Album: Generation Terrorists
Artist: Manic Street Preachers
Composer(s): James Dean Bradfield, Richard James Edwards, Nicholas Allen Jones, Sean Moore

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Lyric:
Get some pain and I feel alive
(Born to end)
Close my eyes overdose on hell
(Born to end)

Get run over by no direction
(Born to end)
Breathing dead and I'm born to end
(Born to end)

Fall to the floor my baby
(Baby)
I no longer believe
(Baby)
Fall to the floor my
(Baby)
I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies, beautiful, empty, dyin'
Nagasaki dolls are burnin'

Europe freed by Macdonald's and Levis
(Born to end)
Can't afford it so I hate it all
(Born to end)

Images linger like repression
(Born to end)
Concentration camps of our dreams
(Born to end)

Fall to the floor my baby
(Baby)
I no longer believe
(Baby)
Fall to the floor my
(Baby)
I've lost the love to sleep

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies beautiful, empty, dyin'
Nagasaki dolls are burnin'

H-bomb the only thing
That will bring a freedom to life
Underneath the blue skies, beautiful, empty, dyin' dolls

Beg for mercy
Pray for war

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Boy'S Own - Lyrics - Alison Moyet

Title: Boy'S Own
Artist: Alison Moyet
Composer(s): Peter Glenister, Alison Moyet

Lyric:
Well how are you?
Can I look a little closer?
Well let me introduce you to
Say how'd you do believer

So tell me is he young enough
Or could it be hung up enough?
And does he help to keep it up
When he's handing it out, out to please you?

Do you ever sink the night away?
How about the day, ain't it getting long?
These eggshell hearts you're tripping on

Oh when you've got money you can build a bomb
Oh it's beautiful, torching up your lonely night
Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on
You're tired of every single one

Oh you're filthy, filthy, filthy
And someone's gonna hold you down
You're gonna be sorry for the way
You whore a life around, yeah

Now tell me is he young enough
Or could it be hung up enough?
Or maybe just be hung enough to keep it up
When you're flagging?

Do you ever soak the night away?
How about the day, ain't getting long?
These eggshell hearts you're tripping on

Oh when you've got money you can build a bomb
Oh it's beautiful, torching up your lonely nights
Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on
You're tired of every single one, yeah

These eggshell hearts you're tripping on

Oh when you've got money you can build a bomb
Oh it's beautiful, torching up your lonely nights
Oh how you shine when you throw all the suckers on
You're tired of every single one, yeah

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Mancunian Way - Lyrics - Beautiful World - Take That

Title: Mancunian Way
Album: Beautiful World
Artist: Take That
Composer(s): Howard Donald, Mark Anthony Owen, Eg White, Jason Orange, Gary Barlow

Lyric:
We used to walk Mancunian Way
We used to swagger, we used to sway
Up until the lights took us away
Do you know what you meant to me?

We used to think we were the bomb
Then someone left a real one
We stayed indoors as the rain come
Back then it made no sense to me

I'm missing your face, your beautiful face
It's funny that I recall
They gave us the keys to the city
But they don't fit anything
But I'm coming anyway

I hear you calling
I came back running
Forgot that feeling
Been so long coming

They tried to stop her
She just got stronger
I'm driving home again
Back down Mancunian Way

I just forgot how it is to feel
To dance and move and keep it real
Been lying down for ten long years
But I was there and it feels like yesterday

I'm missing your face, your beautiful face
It's funny that I recall
You came when I was pretty
But that don't work no more
But I'm coming anyway

I hear you calling
I came back running
Forgot that feeling
Been so long coming

They tried to stop her
She just got stronger
I'm driving home again
Back down Mancunian Way

Now I stand here in front of you
I know now what I'm gonna do
My shoulders low but my head is high
I'm gonna bring this town alive

Through this acidic rain
I'm gonna come back to life again

I hear you calling
I came back running
Forgot that feeling
Been so long coming

They tried to stop her
She just got stronger
I'm driving home again
Back down Mancunian way

I hear you calling
I came back running
Forgot that feeling
Been so long coming

They tried to stop her
She just got stronger
I'm driving home again
Back down Mancunian Way

I hear you calling
I came back running
Forgot that feeling
Been so long coming

They tried to stop her
She just got stronger
I'm driving home again
Back down Mancunian Way

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Take It Slow - Lyrics - Chemically Imbalanced - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Take It Slow
Album: Chemically Imbalanced
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, Carlos Thornton, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Ying Yang, Collipark, East park

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

Can I get to know ya? I wanna be ya friend
You call fo' another when you call every now and then
Ain't tryin' to block your ground or even lock you down
But if you feelin' down, I'll be around

I know you hear the street bumpin', they talks about me
I know your girls be flippin' they talks about me
Fuck what you heard, go for what you see
That was me and them, this is you and me

Breakin' the ice, makin' you laugh
Others get mad, tellin' you that I'ma do bad, girl
They don't want you wit me, yeah, we know that
But they try to get me, did you know that?

I'm fo' sho' that, I wanna store that
Ain't tryin' to fast talk you, we can take it slow, yeah
This is Yang, baby, I'm the Yang, baby
Let me bang that thang and make you sang, baby

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

Hey lil' mama, how you doin', what's yo' name?
Let me holla at ya, get to know you betta
Can we get together and go out sometime?
Hit the movies, get a bite to eat
Have a man sweep you off your feet

Compliment you on your eyes, let it tell you nice things
And whatever you want, he buy you anything
Take a bubble bath, have a couple of laughs in the tub
And doin' everything that make you fall in love

It might seem unheard of but it's true
I don't have a reason to lie to you
I gotcha back, just believe that
You smoke weed, we could smoke us a fat sack

Kick it back and relax, watch the sunset
Doin' everything I know you haven't done yet
I'm just sayin' if you ready, just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make our relationship grow and take it slow

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

Damn, shorty fine, yeah, she a dime
Wanna make her mine, player, I ain't lyin'
Wake from half of the night, she occurs down
Drop a bomb and she calm nigga nerves down

6 seconds, 5 more seconds, 4 seconds
3 more seconds, 2 seconds,1 more second
No more seconds, shorty, come in and check it

We done told you 'bout the wild life
You need a man that'll always beat it down right
Show you things you ain't seen in the bedroom
So we a always make the bedroom boom

We a always have fun when we doin' things, freaky things
If you wanna get freaky, we can get freaky
If you ready just let me know
'Coz from here, we can make it grow and take it slow

Ooh, shorty off the chain right there
Baby, I don't mean to stare
I want you to know you're the shit fo' sho', girl
You a dime from head to toe

Ooh, ain't tryin' to win no game
Only wanna know your name
Beautiful, let me know, girl
Do you think we can take it slow?

We can take it slow
Take it slow
We can take it slow
Take it slow, oh girl, yeah

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Missisippi - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Missisippi
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
(Palmdale was like the peak of my life
But Palmdale over with homeboy
I'm fittin to go home 'cause)
Please take me back home (you know what I'm sayin)
To Mississippi
(I got my Greyhound ticket right here man
I'm fittin to go back and kick it with my family 'cause)
Please take me back home (take a couple pounds of this weed)
To Mississippi
(You shmell me homeboy
Yeah, take them fools back to '82 'cause)

Before South Central, Palmdale flossin
I stayed in a place called Palmer's Crossing
Hattiesburg, Mississippi
Smokin marijuana like a Woodstock hippy
All my homies in Laurel
Beg borrow
Buy my rap tape tomorrow
Tell DJ Pumpkin "Keep it crunckin Clyde"?
Request my tape when you go inside
So I can take Jane and girl
To Waynesboro
Fuck their little homegirl
Make her toes curl
Rock their world
Leave with their Auntie Sheryl
She sucks me sucks me
Fucks me fucks me
Cries every time I leave Biloxi
But I hops in the Coup
Cause I gots to go
Scoop another ho
From Tupelo
Hit it once hit it twice, then I hit it again
Hit it in Meridian
Make that bitch rub her clit again
Pinch the nipples on her tit again
Suck my dick until she spit again

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast

I sold rock cocaine down in Ellisville
Baseheads hit the pipe, they can tell it's real
Kept my dope stashed with this hoochie
Way down yonder in East Bouche
Cops be sweatin outta town dog
Sniffin my car with a hound dog
Separate me from my bitch and shit
Tryin to get my bitch to fuckin snitch and shit
Officer Roscoe P. Coltrane
Runnin warrant checks on the Afroman
But I can't be no hip hop star
Cuffed in the back of some police car
Did you find the gun? NO
Did you find the dope? NO
Open up the back door ???Well son, you're free to go???
A-F-R-O marijuana cargo
Flossed like a cholow
In a clean low glow
Come on let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Get nervous
As I swerve this
Cadillac through Purvis

Hope I don't crash when I hit Petal
Get my ass kicked in the white ghetto
Prejudice police won't let me go
So I'ma drive slow
Hide my fro
I was dumb, now I'm dumber y'all
Last summer y'all
I fucked all the little girls down in Sumrall
Grabbed my guitar and started pickin a tune
For Nikki and June
Down in Picayune, baby
Just like a shovel I be diggin
All the pretty young women in Wiggins
On the boat
Gulfport
I got my dick down some girl's throat
I can't help it I'm a Crip baby
I think you need to wipe your lip baby
Hula Hula Hula
The whole house ruler
What's up with all the bitches down in Pascagoula
Small towns, small cities
But they still got big ole asses plus titties
Is it a bird? Is it a plane?
It's the hungry hustler Afroman
Flyin through the air in my underwear
Geri curl activator in my hair
I'm in control like Janet when I hit Jackson
Always gettin plenty panty action
McClaine, even McComb
Tell the whole world Mississippi's your home
Yazoo, Columbia and Natchez
I got the weed brother, who got the matches?
Who got the funky DJ that scratches?
Depend on me like my name was patches
First it was a black thing, just the big Willies
Now I roll Phillies
With all the Hillbillies
Never ever thought I'd see the Klu Klux Klan
Buying front row seats for the Afroman
Confederate flags tobacco in their mouth
It's a beautiful thing jumpin off in the South
Afroman, I'm a part of it
Hattiesburg hip hop I'm the start of it
I'm the latest
I'm the greatest
And all you haters, I'll mash you like potatoes
I'll make your girlfriend holler and scream
Then cook me some cornbread and collard greens

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast

1982, '83, '84
Erin, Broste, Carlos, and Tonto
Tryin to break dance in my B-Boy stance
Micheal Jackson glove, parachute pants
Calvin Gary, Garnett Jones
G-dog 'cause, I don't believe we grown
But hey G-dog, you and me'll see dog
Whatever happens 'cause, it's you and me dog
Or should I say loc
Cause you my folk
So let's take a toke
Till we croak
I'm a locsta locsta
Hundred spokesta
Drinking everyday like I'm supposed to
Bottle after bottle dog in my lip-a
Flowing on the mic like the Mississippi river

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast

Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
Crooked letter crooked letter hump-back hump-back
Afroman's the bomb, bump that
Please take me back home (Hell yeah)
To Mississippi
From the delta to the coast
I'm doin the most
Grab your 40 ounce, let's toast

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Sweet Summer - Lyrics - Diamond Rio

Title: Sweet Summer
Artist: Diamond Rio
Composer(s): Michael Dulaney, Neil Thrasher

Lyric:
Oh, what a beautiful morning
Oh, what a beautiful day
I got a beautiful feeling
Every thing's going my way

He had a freezer full of bomb pops
Push ups, drum sticks and dreamcicles
And a paint chipped change box
Full of sticky quarters, dimes and nickles

It was automatic when we heard that song
Run home and get your money before he's gone

Lookin' underneath the Chrysler in the driveway
Hey, dad what ya doin'?
In the smell of summer twilight
There's always somebody barbecuin'

Truth or dare with the kids on our road
Hide and seek till your mama called you home

Sweet summer, yeah, I remember that
Sweet summer, let me take you back

Both our mom's were best friends
She was the youngest of three daughters
An angel on a pink Schwinn, my first crush
To this day I've ain't forgotten her

Those days were never too long and never too hot
Even though I was out of school I was learnin' a lot

Sweet summer, yeah, I remember that
Sweet summer, let me take you back

There's not a day that I don't remember
From the end of May to the first of September

Sweet summer, yeah, I remember that
Sweet summer, let me take you back
Let me take you back

Oh, sweet summer, yeah, I remember that
Sweet summer, let me take you back

Sweet summer
Sweet summer, let me take you back

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Good Song - Lyrics - Think Tank - Blur

Title: Good Song
Album: Think Tank
Artist: Blur
Composer(s): David Rowntree, Steven Alexander James, Damon Albarn

Lyric:
Waiting, got no time to hide in
The country got a hold of my soul
TV's dead
And there ain't no war in my head now
And you seem very beautiful to me

Sleeping, but my work's not done
I could be lying on an atom bomb
I take care
'Coz I know you'll be there
You seem very beautiful to me

It's the rest of my life
Just rolling and rolling
The picture in my pocket
Looks like you

It's the rest of my life
Just rolling, rolling, rolling
We're all

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Dear Mr. President - Lyrics - Bigger, Better, Faster, More! - 4 Non Blondes

Title: Dear Mr. President
Album: Bigger, Better, Faster, More!
Artist: 4 Non Blondes
Composer(s): Linda Perry

Lyric:
I'm looking outside of my window
The view that I see is a child and mama
And the child is begging for money
Tell me why, tell me why
The woman is blind
Is she so broke the kid's dealing crime

It's such a beautiful city
But the world is burning it down
It's such a beautiful city
But the world is burning it down

I go to my room to turn on the TV
I sit myself down and I start laughing hard
'Cause this man he's asking for money
He says if you send me lots of cash
I'll send you stuff to make you rich fast

It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
And it's burning down
And it's called the US of A

One day I'm going to have lots of money
But I'll have to give up for this rich society
Oh please Mr. President will you lend me a future
'Cause you'll just get it back
From the little blind woman with the kid on the corner
And the people all over, doin' crack

It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down
Sing it
And it's burning down
And it's called the US of A

I'm walking outside on a sunny day
With no one around and I wonder what's wrong
The I hear this loud piercing siren
Oh my God the bomb has just dropped
And everybody climbed right on top

Screaming, what a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down, he's burning it down
It's such a wonderful country
But the man he's burning it down, he's burning it down
And it's burning down
And it's called the US of A

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Focus (Lakers Victory Remix) - Lyrics - Xzibit

Title: Focus (Lakers Victory Remix)
Artist: Xzibit
Composer(s): C' Taylor, A Joiner

Lyric:
Yo, turn it up a little, so you
(Focus)

Homeboy, I ain't never gon' let 'em take me under
I maintain with a mind frame to bring the rain and the thunder
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus, focus)

Bad seeds is planted to grow large and toke us
Whatever is left will be eaten alive by the locusts
Hear me not, believe me later
You can feel the animosity through this Irwin Vega
A full clip to make this bullshit stop
I'm in the struggle to bring the underground to the top

Head lock, Las Angeles, home of the scandalous
And beautiful bitches, smell the aroma
Nothin' but doja, the Likwit soldier
Quick to fold you in half, sit back and laugh at you
Xzibit standing firm ground like a stone statue
You ever have a .45 slug blown at you?
We unstoppable, so everything is possible

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Be on the lookout 'cuz this year some niggas gettin' took out
Takin' off of the scene, man versus machine
I live between a rock and a hard place
About face stand straight, this is General X
Dedicated to the critics that hope and pray
That some day I'll go soft
And try to swing with a gimmick and fall off
Runnin' with dogs you can't call off

Isolate to eliminate, that's the mind state
Never violate, I make your whole chest dialate
Defeat my appetite to annhilate
I carry the weight from state to state
Spread the product
Tired of friends and relatives gettin' shot up

It's time for some action like Redman and B-Real
'Cuz I can be a dead man if I stand still
Too close for comfort, I'm under the gun
Like a felon going back, I'm ready to crack
Making niggas role the credits and fade to black
Fade to black, fade to black, fade to black

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Yeah, everyday of my life
Got clear thinking, and everything stay tight
Drop bomb shit, only bomb shit
Here come Xzibit to break it down like this

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

Xzibit maintain focus till the casket drop
That's the only to survive and stay on top
(Focus)
Fast 5 days straight to meditate, build hunger
And focus on the days and times that approach us
(Focus)

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Poppy - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: Poppy
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
I fought hard in the second world war you hear them shout
No good bragging about the Afrika Korps it was beadles about

They dressed you up and took you off to world war one
Armed you and surrounded you with wire
Sat in stinking mud you sung your stupid songs
And waited till they told you when to fire

'Cause the rulers always laugh at a video bloodbath
And nothing makes them laugh like a video bloodbath

From the first world war to the Yom Kippur it was beadles about
The bayonets slice, the rockets roar and he jumps out

Fond memories of the bloody bridge you failed to hold
Many of your buddies killed or maimed
You would've shot at rabbits if that's what you'd been told
Till the general said I'm sorry you've been framed

'Cause the rulers always laugh at a video bloodbath
And nothing gets a laugh like a video bloodbath

Keep those entries coming leave those cameras running
Keep those entrails coming leave those soldiers gunning
Because you're sure to get a laugh with a video bloodbath
Nothing gets a laugh like a video bloodbath

Here's a wacky video we got last week
A bomb catches Arthur unawares
He's lost both his arms and he can't see or speak
But thank you for the memory you shared

'Cause the rulers always laugh at a video bloodbath
And nothing gets a laugh like a video bloodbath

Keep those entries coming leave those cameras running
Keep those entrails coming leave those soldiers gunning
Because you're sure to get a laugh with a video bloodbath
Nothing gets a laugh like a video bloodbath

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