Big News I - Lyrics - Clutch

Title: Big News I
Artist: Clutch
Composer(s): Dan Maines, Neil Fallon, Tim Sult, Jean-Paul Gaster

Lyric:
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye, Captain, aye
The guests seem more than pleased, how is the wine?
We shall be underway on the by and by

Ahead one third, ahead two thirds
Full ahead flank and out from the belly
Of the whale came a prophet, Amen

Go shoot the moon, the sun, the Great Divide
I believe there's a storm a' brewin', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' to the Lee
I believe she's going down, I believe we're gonna die die die

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whiskey and rye

Big news from the party boat

Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess, I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest, she's sunk full fathom, five five five

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whiskey and rye

Big news from the party boat

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8 Iz Enuff - Lyrics - Big L

Title: 8 Iz Enuff
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Mc Eihl T Allen

Lyric:
Yo, my crew is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, Buddah bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it like this

Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a joke?
I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, 'cause these knuckles hurt
I'm from the alley, not the valley

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry
And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'
Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave

Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed
N O rated, rappers you no made it
Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold plated

This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter
I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts

For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff
I'm on some murder stuff
And when I talk every word is ruff
Front on this and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a bodybag

MC's are live, but I'm mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab driver
Step to this and get sliced with ease
Ate up like rice and peas
(Herb, can you fight?)
Yo, I'm nice with these

Ask the nigga in my last 'bout
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to big l, straight from Hell
I'm the fuck up outta here

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic
I rag crews 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad move I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown

'Cause I'm a nomaticom for poems I slide the hotties home
Here's some advice, I'm mad nice
Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's life
My swellin' melon got niggas jealin'
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's locked in
I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed off
And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
For dissin', you come up missin' like a cup scout

Rappers be funny like flesh, 'cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic
Increase the peace that cease 'cause once I release

My crew from the east, we leavin' at least
20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats and black macs
On lennox ave ain't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

I'm havin' nail sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser
I'm blazin' trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin' but lead
Boom, bye, bye, dem find another batty boy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crackyard valleys

And I pack more rallys than riots back in cali
And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
I'm in a daze and I'm so confused
From seein' heads shake so many times the lead make
And Mike Boogie's next up, and keep my head straight

I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat
'Cause they know when I start droppin' poems
That I be knockin' domes, poppin' bones and
Sendin' niggas, hoppin' home
Word to god, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this

So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches
And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of you
'Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no 2
And it's death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, 'cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac 10
And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin' it tough
Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough
True, true

And before I get up outta here
I gotta say peace to D whiz and short man
Brothers that was there since the beginning
What's up to rockin' wheel from the hard pack crew
Peace to mase murder and the B B O crew

The best out crew, the M and M crew
And all the other crews that's representin' in Harlem
You know what I'm sayin'? And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th street N F L crew
My crew, word up

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Weatherman - Lyrics - Hustler's P.O.M.E. - Jim Jones

Title: Weatherman
Album: Hustler's P.O.M.E.
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Q Johnson, Jim Jones, R Elliot, L Wayne

Lyric:
This is 9 Tre news I'm Jimmy Jones here with your weather
We apologize for the drought all week
But it looks like thunderstorms all weekend
We fittin' to make it rain on you motherfuckers

Look weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

I'm Rick James I'm rich bitch is what I tell 'em
Just left the bank I took 50 from the teller
I'm fittin' to make it rain so getchu an umbrella
We also make it snow we cocaine gram sellers

Ballin' gettin' high throwin' dolla's from the sky
Big refer cloud got in storming inside
Foreign outside I'm usually foreign when I drive
A buck sixty feels like you soaring in the sky

Blowing money on the liquor
At the strip joint blowing money on the bitches
We standin' on the bar throwing money like a pitcher
But nigga I ain't slippin' got a fully-loaded trigga

And that can cause a heatwave that mean you diggin' you a deep grave
Nigga's jump yo ass have 'em missin' you for 3 days
Cam says that this nigga's a sucker
So that mean that this nigga's a sucker, ya heard that?

I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Wezzy fuckin' baby, get 'em a leash
Young money Dip set, you betta believe
That gun got me walking like I got irregular knees
I be all over the bread like sesame seeds

Automatic with the money like Reggi for 3
Big birds no Sesame Street, bitch
I'm to clean they ain't messin' with me
I'm just trying to see my decimals speak

These niggaz just lighter then some good shit to me
These niggaz sweet like a taheshin' treat
They say I'm full of hot air then I release the heat
Split a nigga from his teeth to feet

Know what I'm talkin' about, know what I mean like keep the sneaks
I go dolla for dolla, week for week
And Bird man said you niggaz is bitches
So that mean you niggaz is bitches, and me?

I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Still ballin' after the hundred K
I'm the weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Look, nuffin' changed I'm still ballin' like I'm 'spose to be
Shot callin' like I'm 'spose to be, I spoil her like she close to me
Find something bad bag her like groceries
Lifestyles like Six Flags I'm roller-coasterlly

Pockets full of kitty, these niggaz ain't gettin' money like I was
I make it rain on 'em, they callin' scattered showers
I'm the motherfuckin' weatherman
Tornado money can't fit it in a rubber band

Check tha news It's goin' be a cloudy forecast
And when I move a couple goons in that R Class
She want a Dough boy nigga that do numbers
A smile like lightning and a ass like thunder

I shows out and the whores all love it
And when it stop drizzlin' the floors all flooded
In one night blew bezzle on charm money
Fuck it it's nothin' I'm still spendin' Desert Storm money

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

Weatherman with that money I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that paper I make it rain on 'em
Weatherman with that kitty I make it rain on 'em
I make it rain on 'em, I make it rain on 'em

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Big Dreams - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Big Dreams
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Shawntae Harris

Lyric:
It's not, it's not me exactly, who touches people
It's what I represent, the possibility that dreams from long ago
May still come true even if they, even if, even if
Even if they look lost forever

I had a homie named, Tony, 16, 6"2'
Headed to the NBA straight from high school
My nigga had his ball game on lock
But at the same time he was in love with the block

All the stuff that came wit it the drugs and the guns
The gangs, the slangs and all the funds
He just got a letter of contempt from the Cavaliers
Sayin' how they love him and they wish he was there

He had it made like, Special Ed about to get the bread
But chose to do somethin' dumb instead
Go to war wit the crew on the other side of town
And was more ready then Tony got laid down

He ain't even have a chance, died 'fore the ambulance
Even got to him so many went through him
I hate to tell the story but that's how it is
Growin' up in the hood as a kid

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I knew a girl named Gina that was a hell of a singer
And e'body fell in love wit her when they seen her
Babygirl was on the verge of signin' a big deal
Eighteen and life looked so surreal

She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news
And all he ever did was give baby the blues
But she was true to a nigga do for a nigga
Pop, you and ya whole crew for a nigga

One night, he came, picked her up
Told her let's ride that's the same night
Daddy watched her die they was tryna hit a lick
But the lick hit back put a end to the deal
And all of that

She ain't even have to be there
He knew it wasn't right, now he gotta deal wit it
For the rest of his life and the part I don't like
He ain't even get grazed but the homegirl Gina
Is layin' in the grave

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I got a few relatives, given family drama
Always got they hands out
When they see me and my momma
One could have been a doctor the other a chef
But when he got his own kitchen
He was cookin' somethin' else

Now, his life in the drain, a triflin' shame
He all washed up, wife took e'thing
No car, no mo', no house and everywhere he go
He stole, so they throwed him out

I was growin' up lookin' up to be like them
Now, I'm throwin' up cash, rollin' up in the bed
I was stuck wit a dream I had since a shorty
I be damned if I let another man support me

Now, Uncle Junebuck's sick, skinny as hell
He got aids in his body from the needles he shared
E'time he get his welfare checks
He don't care, if you wanna see him go to the crack house
He there

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
Keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the wayside
Reach for the sky

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Big Dreams - Lyrics - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Big Dreams
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, James Phillips, Shawntae Harris

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Lyric:
It's not, it's not me exactly, who touches people
It's what I represent, the possibility that dreams from long ago
May still come true even if they, even if, even if
Even if they look lost forever

I had a homie named, Tony, 16, 6"2'
Headed to the NBA straight from high school
My nigga had his ball game on lock
But at the same time he was in love with the block

All the stuff that came wit it the drugs and the guns
The gangs, the slangs and all the funds
He just got a letter of contempt from the Cavaliers
Sayin' how they love him and they wish he was there

He had it made like, Special Ed about to get the bread
But chose to do somethin' dumb instead
Go to war wit the crew on the other side of town
And was more ready then Tony got laid down

He ain't even have a chance, died 'fore the ambulance
Even got to him so many went through him
I hate to tell the story but that's how it is
Growin' up in the hood as a kid

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I knew a girl named Gina that was a hell of a singer
And e'body fell in love wit her when they seen her
Babygirl was on the verge of signin' a big deal
Eighteen and life looked so surreal

She was stuck wit a dude that was all bad news
And all he ever did was give baby the blues
But she was true to a nigga do for a nigga
Pop, you and ya whole crew for a nigga

One night, he came, picked her up
Told her let's ride that's the same night
Daddy watched her die they was tryna hit a lick
But the lick hit back put a end to the deal
And all of that

She ain't even have to be there
He knew it wasn't right, now he gotta deal wit it
For the rest of his life and the part I don't like
He ain't even get grazed but the homegirl Gina
Is layin' in the grave

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

I got a few relatives, given family drama
Always got they hands out
When they see me and my momma
One could have been a doctor the other a chef
But when he got his own kitchen
He was cookin' somethin' else

Now, his life in the drain, a triflin' shame
He all washed up, wife took e'thing
No car, no mo', no house and everywhere he go
He stole, so they throwed him out

I was growin' up lookin' up to be like them
Now, I'm throwin' up cash, rollin' up in the bed
I was stuck wit a dream I had since a shorty
I be damned if I let another man support me

Now, Uncle Junebuck's sick, skinny as hell
He got aids in his body from the needles he shared
E'time he get his welfare checks
He don't care, if you wanna see him go to the crack house
He there

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside

When you got big dreams don't listen to what nobody say
And don't let nobody turn you away
When you got big dreams keep your eyes on the prize
Don't fall to the wayside, reach for the sky

When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
When you got big dreams, when you got big dreams
Keep your eyes on the prize don't fall to the wayside
Reach for the sky

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8 Iz Enough - Lyrics - Compton'S Most Wanted

Title: 8 Iz Enough
Artist: Compton'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Mc Eihl T Allen

Lyric:
Yo, my crew is in the house
Terra, Herb Mcgruff, Buddah bless
Big twan, Killa Kam, Trooper J, and Mike Boogie
And I'ma set it like this

Aiyo, folks who quote what I wrote get choked
You better surrender before you get smoked
You niggas be thinkin' this kid is a joke?
I put chumps to rest fast, when my Smith Wes' blast
So just dash or trespass and get your chest smashed

Rap New York rules, I sport jewels and extort crews
Don't get me pissed, I got a short fuse
I go bezerk when I put in work or do dirt, jerk
So stay alert, no smoke, 'cause these knuckles hurt
I'm from the alley, not the valley

I'm hotter than Cali, wicked like Harry
And fuck Sally, I rather marry Halle
I revive crowds with live styles, don't hang with jive pals
Adios, ghost, I'm 5 thous'
Well, I'm flav, and I was down with the crime wave

Now it's time saved, yo, 'cause now I'm a rhyme slave
In '87 I sold cracks, collected some dough stacks
Hold gats, a joker got his soul taxed
N O rated, rappers you no made it
Tell the terra to rotate it, his raps are gold plated

This nigga Terra is past butter, sharp like a glass cutter
Ass brother, I leave your rhyme trash gutter
I'm more rare, the MC in this warfare
Put you in a morgue where it's too late for that Lord prayer
Power struck, Terra drops the follow up
Sour luck, niggas got and popped and swallow nuts

For those that don't know, yo, I'm Herb Mcgruff
I'm on some murder stuff
And when I talk every word is ruff
Front on this and get beat bad
With big bats that bruise, break bones
Then wind up bloody in a bodybag

MC's are live, but I'm mad liver
Aiyo, my rhymes are more funky than a Afghan cab driver
Step to this and get sliced with ease
Ate up like rice and peas
(Herb, can you fight?)
Yo, I'm nice with these

Ask the nigga in my last 'bout
He thought I just was on some gun shit, I had to knock his ass out
Microphones I gotta tear
Peace to big l, straight from Hell
I'm the fuck up outta here

Aiyo, it's time to get drastic, but God bless the fantastic
Herb passed it, now I melt the mic like it's plastic
I rag crews 'cause I'm bad news
In a mad move I'm servin' brothers quicker than fast food
Step to this and get your body blown

'Cause I'm a nomaticom for poems I slide the hotties home
Here's some advice, I'm mad nice
Aiyo, I'm quick to lick the mag twice and cold take a fag's life
My swellin' melon got niggas jealin'
Aiyo, fuck bribes, I'm takin' niggas lives like a felon

Yo, I bust chumps like a glock 10, when I drops in
The top ten is rocked when it's locked in
I just abuse the flow, don't need a fuse to blow
Bruise the groove slow, when I rhyme I just kill the show
I got lines that's deeper than a jail
Been no frail, kids get nailed and read Braille when they fail

Yeah, ain't I nasty, too nasty to trash me
Bash me, aiyo, that's dead, so don't ask me
You'd get bumped off if beef ever jumped off
I never come soft, I gotta pump that sawed off
And when I let slugs out, you will get rugged out
For dissin', you come up missin' like a cup scout

Rappers be funny like flesh, 'cause they section's 80 slaughter, son
Talk about nines and tecs, and never shot a watergun
But Killa Kam, I get erratic when it comes to static
There you have it, a trigger fanatic with a automatic
Increase the peace that cease 'cause once I release

My crew from the east, we leavin' at least
20 police deceased, it's the beast on attack
So make tracks, I break backs
I jack with def gats and black macs
On lennox ave ain't no light looks, you fight crooks
Left and right hooks, if you front, get your life took

I'm havin' nail sharp pains in my brain like a hellraiser
I'm blazin' trails from jail cells, so a trailblazer
Who find crime and fill the nine with nothin' but lead
Boom, bye, bye, dem find another batty boy dead
In backyard alleys, but I call 'em crackyard valleys

And I pack more rallys than riots back in cali
And people wanna know the reason why I blow my fuse
I'm in a daze and I'm so confused
From seein' heads shake so many times the lead make
And Mike Boogie's next up, and keep my head straight

I should never rhyme 'cause every time I step into a contest
Kids evacuate the premises like it's a bomb threat
'Cause they know when I start droppin' poems
That I be knockin' domes, poppin' bones and
Sendin' niggas, hoppin' home
Word to god, it's kinda hard for a fag to touch this

So if you're comin' to see me, nigga, bring a cask' and crutches
And niggas, I dont' need a gun for you, none of you
'Cause I can kill you dead with the lead from my no 2
And it's death in every paragraph
And niggas learn when I burn they muthafuckin' ass to ash
No need to question am I nice, 'cause it's a fact, friend

I shoot the gift like santa clause with a mac 10
And niggas ain't half as nice, so they get sacrificed
And sent to the afterlife, they ain't no match for Mike
Now I'm bout to skate in a rush, just finished makin' it tough
Peace to big l, aiyo, 8 is enough
True, true

And before I get up outta here
I gotta say peace to D whiz and short man
Brothers that was there since the beginning
What's up to rockin' wheel from the hard pack crew
Peace to mase murder and the B B O crew

The best out crew, the M and M crew
And all the other crews that's representin' in Harlem
You know what I'm sayin'? And last but not least
I gotta say peace to the 139th street N F L crew
My crew, word up

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Evening News - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Evening News
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Daniel Andrew Johnson, Hakeem T. Seriki

Lyric:
Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?
Sending the troops in the war so I turn it
To today's evening news

Welcome to the evening news
I thank you all for tuning in
Yes, I'm your host and your journalist
It's Chamillionaire, so let the news begin

Our helicopters out in the streets
Look at the screen, an' let's zoom it in
'Cause Cashis is live at the scene
Hey Cashis how are you my friend?

Got no time for no interviews
(Go-got no time for no interviews)
No time to trip don't be confused
'Cause this type of news depends on interviews

Got no time for no interviews
(Go-got no time for no interviews)
You know I keep my ear to the streets
So it's up to me to bring you the truth

I saw a movie were George Bush
Had a bearded man on his squad
So much power from oil money
That poor folks can't sit by him

No problem, Osama
Bin Laden, been hiding
So long that them pictures all starting
To look like him on them milk cartons

Don Imus made comments
That made everybody forget about him
That's him, Anna Nicole got pregnant
And had kids by him

Rest in peace to Virgina Tech
Too many innocent kids dying
Well let's just blame hip hop
And act like that's the big problem

Now I would give you news about Katrina
But you know I can't talk about Katrina
'Cause every time I talk about Katrina
They look at me like it's a misdemeanor

Anyways, there's way more
Important stuff that we can discuss
George Bush is playing golf
Everybody hush, he's about to putt

Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?
Sending the troops in the war so I turn it
To today's evening news

And the world keeps turning slow
(Turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow
(Turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow
(Turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news

I know you take offense to certain words
I've heard worse, but I wouldn't blame ya
They say he's a entertainer
Don't worry about it, never mind Kramer

The Crocodile Hunter got stung
And the lion turned on the lion tamer
We keep sending troops to Iraq
I figured that we must like danger

Little kids don't learn in school
They go to school to go spray a gun
If you a parent, then be a parent
Get off the couch and go raise your son

Kobe just broke another record
Today's game he hit 81
Now they saying he's number 1
But yesterday they all hated him

OJ was named innocent
He got no sentence, he's still alive
It's very ironic that the lawyer
That defended him had to die

Well, now my cue card says
The price of gas isn't really high
But I'm not going to read that
'Cause we all know that, that's a lie

Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?
Sending the troops in the war so I turn it
To today's evening news

We still haven't found Pac's killer
Still haven't found Biggie's either
30 minutes into the case
They got tired and took a breather

Snoop Dogg just got arrested
Everyday he gets a new subpoena
Innocent when murder was the case
So the prosecution got a middle finger

Hip hop is sweeping the nation
But the contents seem so degrading
Most rappers got new albums
That white kids are anticipating

If you don't like it on the radio
Or the television then switch the station
Flavor Flav get a lot of ratings
Bill O'Reilly somewhere is hating

Kanye just said what?
The president ain't got time for that
The White House is going to stay white
Even tho' we know Obama's black

9/11 was a calculation
And some would say it was a timed attack
He gave a speech on CNN
"They bombed us, now we're bombing back"

Where the heck is Osama at?
And I would love to talk about Katrina
But every time I talk about Katrina
They look at me like it's a misdemeanor

Anyways, there's way more
Important stuff that we can discuss
'N Sync making the band
And Milli Vanilli have broken up

Gas prices raises, the money keeps burning
Dropout rate rising, so what are they learning?
Sending the troops in the war so I turn it
To today's evening news

And the world keeps turning slow
(Turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps turning slow
(Turning slow, turning slow)
As the world keeps on turning slow
(Turning slow, turning slow)
This is your evening news

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Tattooed Millionaire - Lyrics - The Best Of Bruce Dickinson - Bruce Dickinson

Title: Tattooed Millionaire
Album: The Best Of Bruce Dickinson
Artist: Bruce Dickinson
Composer(s): Bruce Dickinson, Janick Gers

Lyric:
Tattooed boys with expensive toys
Living in a bubble of sin
Money can buy you most of anything
Fix your nose or the mess you're in

Front page news, you can share your views
With a population, wants to be like you
Out on the strip, out on the tiles
Same old greed behind the P.R. smiles

You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

He's got a wife, she ain't no brain child
Ex-mud queen of Miami
In his stretch Cadillac he keeps her in the back
With his CD player and his bottle of jack

L.A. dude, L.A. attitude
Laid back, selfish, getting fat
Bodyguards, porn stars, gold credit cards
Using each other, running for cover

You and all your entourage, to me you're all the same
You and all your entourage, playing foolish games

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

I don't want your big city shining
I don't want your silver lining
I don't wanna be a tattooed millionaire

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Warrant - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: Warrant
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, C. Clayton, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now

Wake up and kiss my baby, grab my weed and my gun
Load it and cock it and blaze one up, that's how it be on the run
More money more problems, no money yo problems ain't gone die
Put 5 in the tank, I'm high and I'm bad news, don't ask me for no ride
When I look at my daughter and son and I see me in their eyes
It hurt so bad I hope the mistakes I made will keep them alive
I keep pushin' looking for a lick to hit shit I need some cheese
Gotta go no sleepin' for me momma I gotta leave

And if God is on my side then one day soon I'll get where I gotta be
I'm free ain't nothin' gone stop me from seein' what I gotta see
Not even me
The day I cop a plea gone be the day that I can't even breathe
All the shit that I go through, if I could show you, you wouldn't believe
All I got is my Bible and me and this rifle my last name ain't Mavoe
I'm just a survivor
Been gone from home so long some folks thank that I died
It's cool and if I don't get rich I'm thankful that I'm alive besides

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I'm runnin' with the same ol' car, the same ol' girl
A little bit of money in this insane world
I got a warrant out for me and I'm walkin' a thin line

It's strictly for survival this time
Still I do not want what's yours unless it's rightfully mine
It really just ain't no words at least that I can define
For how I feel lord please some sight to the blind
'Cause I'm scrambling down the same road
Travelin' in the same clothes
Feelin' 2 million days old can't let all this take hold
'Cause see I always saw myself as just a little more special than

These sappy crappy no rappin' whoever's collectin' fans
I'm doin' the best I can I just need a better plan
I still ain't in peace with flyin' 'cause my plane has yet to land
I'm runnin' and runnin' my stomach's grumbling but I ain't
Hungry enough that I'm just disgusted because I can't
Ever make what I thank translate into what I say
Unless I pour this vodka in that big cup and chug away
I wanna just run away from what I've become today
A rebel with a warrant and his name is say Bubba K

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I'm runnin' with tha same ol' car, the same ol' girl
A little bit of money in this insane world
I got a warrant out for me and I'm walkin' a thin line

This is heart it ain't a verse pick yo fruit name yo curse
With all the pain that is life dyin' hurts lyin' is worse
Drive my hearst down 85m to mommas house in Lagrange
Drop me off on the porch then send my off in a plane
Forget my namem 'til God arrives to show all y'all what Bubba meant
To tamper with how we wrote the script clearly don't make fuckin' sense
And not a thing that's pure to me it's contaminated by your device
'Cause a wise man once said eternity's and let go of life

I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)

I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line
I want to run, oh, I've been runnin' for some time now
My time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)

(I got a warrant out for me)
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
(I got a warrant out for me)
Night time has come, I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)
(I got a warrant out for me)
I want to run, I've been runnin' for some time now
(And I'm walkin' a thin line)
My time has come I think I'll turn myself in now
(I'm thankful I'm alive)
(I got a warrant out for me, and I'm walkin' a thin line)

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Lane To Lane - Lyrics - Youngbloodz

Title: Lane To Lane
Artist: Youngbloodz
Composer(s): Vilius Hose, Clarence Montgomery, David Flemming, Sean Paul Joseph, Jeffrey Ray Grigsby, William Holmes, Harold Willis

Lyric:
Ok, you know I'm sayin'
This is Sean Paul like you know I'm sayin', I'm tell it
Like it is right quick you know, a lot of niggaz drink Cristal
That's cool and everything you know I'm sayin' I ain't got it like
That I'm fucked up a lil' bit, you know I'm sayin' I still drink
Hennessey and Colt 45 you already know

I ball, all day 'til the money gone
Hit the trap with that and get it back on
Big body Cadillac frame with the chrome
I'm gettin' a lil mo' sucker make punk niggaz run home
I'm mashin', phone steady on roam
Still ride dirty hand placed on my chrome
'Cause I'm nervous, I'm get my Cadillac swervin'
I damn near hit buddy in that suburban

I'm selfish, and I ain't 'posed to be drivin'
I'm DUI and got bro' right beside me
Still mashin', no gives a damn about crashin'
I'm geeked up I took a blunt up out the stash
Still rollin', no tags 'cause it's stolen
I'm fucked up, out of parly and control
Slow motion, outta gas and just coastin'
I'm dead drunk, fuck, switchin' lane to lane

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

I'm wild, SS 'til my gas gone
Hit the club like that and get back home
Got a couple freaks on their way on the phone
Talking 'bout they ready to burp and get it on
So I'm scrollin', doin' fifty just chokin'
On eighty-five with my nigga straight smokin'
'Bout woozy, so they ain't no excuse me
Disrespectin' get your ass in the movies

That's gangsta', I break you down to your ankles
Jump pussy nigga watch me make you famous
You was laughin', should've known you was actin'
From how you came out your mouth 'bout the attic
That's tragic still sittin' in traffic
In the left lane looking for some action
What's happenin', ain't nothing what's crackin'
Nothing but these hoes lookin' for some stabbin'

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

I'm ridin' dirty, and see these hoes that disturb me
Fuck niggaz poppin' shit ain't never worth it
That's crucial, toned out is what I'm used to
In the back of the 'lac where hoes choosin'
We foolish, getting crunk off the music
On Billy D that's just how we do it
Slidin', wit' my niggaz right behind me
In the streets on the go is where you find me

Po-Po on my tail, gotta stay cool
Buckle up I'm ridin' with a car full of fools
Blunts up, man I don't wanna make a move
Bad news, I done swerved on them to
I'm scuttlin', little button I'm ridin' ugly
I'm full of smoke, just finished smoking a dubby
Trippin', can't get caught out here slippin'
If they want me they gonna have to come get me

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', grippin' the grain, switchin' lane to lane
Watch out I'm drivin', destination unknown but your boy still ridin'
Dirty I'm wildin', ain't nothing changed, switchin' lane to lane

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Big News 1 - Lyrics - Clutch

Title: Big News 1
Artist: Clutch
Composer(s): Dan Maines, Neil Fallon, Tim Sult, Jean-Paul Gaster

Lyric:
The fog is rolling in, the tide is high
Diane's as fat can be, aye, Captain, aye
The guests seem more than pleased, how is the wine?
We shall be underway on the by and by

Ahead one third, ahead two thirds
Full ahead flank and out from the belly
Of the whale came a prophet, Amen

Go shoot the moon, the sun, the Great Divide
I believe there's a storm a' brewin', a nine crows at nine o'clock nigh
Dutch man at the mizzenmast six harpies are singin' to the Lee
I believe she's going down, I believe we're gonna die die die

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whiskey and rye

Big news from the party boat

Oh sir, do not distress, the food is fine
Oh, but I must confess, I do find the wine a wee bit dry
Fifteen men on a dead man's chest, yo ho ho and a bottle of rye
Drink and the devil had done for the rest, she's sunk full fathom, five five five

Fortune tellers make a killing nowadays, me, oh my
Howdy Doody's past the house of Aquarius
Bring me more whiskey and rye

Big news from the party boat

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I Don'T Know Officer - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: I Don'T Know Officer
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Williams, Jake Dutton, Christopher Lloyd, Albert Johnson, Mason Betha, Curtis James Jackson, Kejuan Waliek Muchita

Lyric:
It's 50, it's the Unit
That means it's money, ha ha

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Nowadays niggaz snitchin' so much in the street
That you gotta talk to them like they the police
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout poppin' the heat
I don't know nothin' 'bout sellin' no beef in the street
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout baggin' the grams
I ain't never had no spot or went hand to hand

Me, I don't know nothin' 'bout takin' the stand
I ain't never got a nigga ass stuck in the can
Nah, I don't know nothin' 'bout dro or hash
Coke, dope, ex, dust or crystal meth
Nah, I'm just tryin' to rap to get me some cash
Keep the hip hop police off my ass

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Aiyyo, that's my word on the stack of Bibles
I don't know who did it I don't know who responsible
All I know who spittin' all I know who givin'
Me all this cash, just to put down twelve fo' gettin' yo' ass
Listen, keep it far away from me
I ain't got time for sittin' in the penitentuary

All I know is I'm rich, all I know is that G-Unit work
When the album drop they go bezerk
Mad video play, crazy radio spins
Number one all the time, our reign never ends
Don't point the finger at us somebody's shit hangin'
They had a beef with us, plus we don't know nothin'

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

I don't know nothin' 'bout jumpin' out splittin' homeboy head
But for real that's fucked up they say that homeboy dead
I can't even think, who would want him dead
Have no idea what type of gun they done him with
You see I hear no evil and I see no evil
Ain't tryin' to talk to or hear from or see those people

And I ain't had them little homies burn up no regal
I've been tryin' to do this music thang and just go legal
I don't know why my name in your female phone
But you really startin' to sound like a females homes
Don't know why they told you that we sell stones
We on the internet tryin' to get our email on

Nah nigga, I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

Nah nigga, I don't know who sent them young boys through
To air the strip, shit just be happenin' out the blue
I don't be around here, I ain't hip to the news
I don't know why that man clutchin' on that shit when you move
I don't know why that other rapper got stripped for his jewels
You know how easy it is to get shit confused

I wasn't even in New York, I was just on the cruise
Somewhere way out in the islands with your bitch in the cruise
Oops, my bitch in the cruise, dudes get hit when they snooze
Lose they hit from the Uz, ooze all over the street
I don't know why they said what's up I don't know who's in that jeep
He talk about me all day but I ain't losin' no sleep

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

I don't know why my charm 'bout as big as your palm
And why the diamond chain I wear as 'bout as long as your arm
You tell me, how many diamonds in my bezel
There's one for every time I had to grind up in the ghetto
I could show you how to do it, you tired of ridin' buicks
I don't know why niggaz rap for years and can't make hotter music

Even when, I don't do it chicks release body fluid
Body drop, shotty pop, and niggaz wanna tie me to it
I don't know why Loon and Fabby won't just say I'm they daddy
Why these Harlem CB4 niggaz just keep comin' at me
Got as many beefs as 50 and a nigga go to church
Could you imagine if my hands was on work, I don't know

Nah nigga I don't know, I don't know who got you
I don't know who stabbed you, I don't know who shot you
I don't know who cut you, I don't know who robbed you
But you think I know 'cause you know how my squad do

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Put You On The Game - Lyrics - The Documentary - Game

Title: Put You On The Game
Album: The Documentary
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, N Hills, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Electro-compulsive Therapy
Part one

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the crip with me, oh
Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the snake with me, oh

Go 'head, go 'head, go 'head
Do the walk with me
Go 'head, go 'head
Go ahead, Game

First things first, Aftermath, The Chronic is back
This is indo, produced by Timbo
Game over; nah the N.W.A. chain choker
Is burnin rubber inside the Range Rover

Chain smokin', purple haze
This ain't another one of those, this the rebirth for Dre
The rebirth for L.A., the rebirth for hip-hop
Another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'

Hold up, Timb stop
I said, this is another memorial for Makaveli and Big Pop'
G G G G G, young homey got shit locked
Public Enemy No.1, Flavor Flav with a wrist watch

All black G-Units, all black Impala
I'm a schitzo, three-wheelin' the six-fo'
50 Cent know
I'm Compton's most wanted when I'm ridin' with Timbo

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible]

I ain't got the West on my shoulder, got the West in the backseat
Of the Rover, ridin' on dubs, nigga I'm West Coastin'
The next Hova from the home of the best doja
Makin' all that racket, I got the U.S. Open

Stunt on me, I'll leave you wit'cha chest open
Vest broken, hop in the lo-lo with the tec smokin'
G G G G G, I done paid my dues
N.W.A. is back, this is front page news

I got Dre in the back, ridin' on 22's
Bitches screamin', "Let me ride, it must be the shoes"
Red and black G6's, red dot on the glock
I'm goin' three times platinum dawg, how do I stop? I'm hot

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible]

My Unit is Gorilla, fuck with my la familia, I will kill ya
G G G G G Unit, I know that boy not familiar
But you got to feel him if the Doctor sealed him
Is Compton in the house?

Without a doubt
I'm the rapper with clout other niggaz yap about
You know the one that introduce New York to the beach cruiser
Got 'em puttin' red and blue strings in they G-Units

Get "Groupie Love," tell 'em to keep movin'
If I got a problem with a bitch, I let Eve to do it
Unless she got on LePearla and I can see through it
I don't just let her ride, I give her the keys to it

Me and my bitch lay back in the Coupe
I'm movin' in the neighborhood, I ain't passin' through
I woulda been here after Snoop but I slowed down
To show Timbaland how to iron a khaki suit

Girl, if you got a big back let me pin that
Show me where your friends at, we can flip that
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game

I'll show you where The Bloods at, where The Crips at
Show you where they flip crack, where they bitch at
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game
Let me put you on the game, let me put you on the game [Incomprehensible]

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21 Concepts - Lyrics - The Graduate - Mc Lars

Title: 21 Concepts
Album: The Graduate
Artist: Mc Lars
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

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Lyric:
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried
To run for governor before he died
He lived in California but traveled worldwide
It was a big huge hit, just kidding I lied

There's the song about the 90's, I sampled Ace of Base
But kept it off the album in the interest of taste
'Cheyenne Rock City', a song about touring
But rhymes about Wyoming are really very boring

As for the Churchill song, give me a break
How many songs about England could my listeners take?
There was a track about women and the drama they bring
'Hot Girls Make Guys Do Really Stupid Things'

Remember 'Geeked Out'? You don't but I do
'The geek shall inherit the Earth', it's true
I rapped about nerds being cooler than jocks
But if I wanted biased news, I would have just watched Fox

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here, I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

'Las Vegas Invasion' was a sci-fi track
About aliens addicted to playing blackjack
I wrote a song about a kid who made his own flick
But got a bad review in Ranger Rick

I didn't want to get lynched or punched in mouth
So I didn't do that song making fun of the South
I did a song about how girls at Stanford are whack
Called 'College Is Where Girls Go to Get Fat'

There was the KRS slash Nirvana debut
But the mash-up thing was so 2002
I did an anti-Bush track and then I did five more
But 'Rock Against Bush' was so 2004

I wrote a song about China, how could I go wrong?
I rapped in Cantonese about Mao Zedong
It went um goy, neh ho ma? Nehih sik ying mun ma?

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got CD-R of tracks, I once thought would be tight
But when I played it for my girl I slept alone that night

Write a song about a can that gets crushed a lot
Write a dental hygiene jam that says, brush a lot
Write a Bill O'Reilly track that says hush a lot
No, I'm not a player I like Rush a lot

I've got 21 concepts but a single ain't one
If you're still referencing Jay-Z I feel bad for you, son
So what's the secret to hip hop, jazz, blues and rock?
Step one, get out a pad and kill your writer's block, start

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

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21 Concepts - Lyrics - Mc Lars Horris

Title: 21 Concepts
Artist: Mc Lars Horris
Composer(s): Andrew R Nielsen

Lyric:
I wrote a song about a fetus named Cletus who tried
To run for governor before he died
He lived in California but traveled worldwide
It was a big huge hit, just kidding I lied

There's the song about the 90's, I sampled Ace of Base
But kept it off the album in the interest of taste
'Cheyenne Rock City', a song about touring
But rhymes about Wyoming are really very boring

As for the Churchill song, give me a break
How many songs about England could my listeners take?
There was a track about women and the drama they bring
'Hot Girls Make Guys Do Really Stupid Things'

Remember 'Geeked Out'? You don't but I do
'The geek shall inherit the Earth', it's true
I rapped about nerds being cooler than jocks
But if I wanted biased news, I would have just watched Fox

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here, I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

'Las Vegas Invasion' was a sci-fi track
About aliens addicted to playing blackjack
I wrote a song about a kid who made his own flick
But got a bad review in Ranger Rick

I didn't want to get lynched or punched in mouth
So I didn't do that song making fun of the South
I did a song about how girls at Stanford are whack
Called 'College Is Where Girls Go to Get Fat'

There was the KRS slash Nirvana debut
But the mash-up thing was so 2002
I did an anti-Bush track and then I did five more
But 'Rock Against Bush' was so 2004

I wrote a song about China, how could I go wrong?
I rapped in Cantonese about Mao Zedong
It went um goy, neh ho ma? Nehih sik ying mun ma?

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got CD-R of tracks, I once thought would be tight
But when I played it for my girl I slept alone that night

Write a song about a can that gets crushed a lot
Write a dental hygiene jam that says, brush a lot
Write a Bill O'Reilly track that says hush a lot
No, I'm not a player I like Rush a lot

I've got 21 concepts but a single ain't one
If you're still referencing Jay-Z I feel bad for you, son
So what's the secret to hip hop, jazz, blues and rock?
Step one, get out a pad and kill your writer's block, start

I've got 21 concepts but a hit ain't one
If you're having lyric problems I feel bad for you, son
I've got a list of songs here I once thought were the bomb
But when I laid them down in ProTools they all came out wrong

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Z - Come And Get Me - Lyrics - Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter - Jay

Title: Z - Come And Get Me
Album: Vol. 3: The Life & Times Of St. Carter
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): William Pettaway, Tim Mosley, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
I remove your roof nigga let the sun shine in
Thirty-eight waist, enough to put one nine in
Really a thirty-six without the gun I'm thin
But when the gat is tucked, I'm fat as fuck
Ignorant bastard, I'm takin' it back to day one
No kids, but trust me I know how to raise a gun
For niggaz that think I spend my days in the sun
Well, here's the shock of your life, the glock not the mic
Homey I'm not into hype, trust me, I'm still street

You still fuckin' up then trust me I still creep
Yeah I know the platinum chain be lookin' real sweet
But reach and I bury niggaz sixty feet deep
S dot Carter turn rappers into martyrs
Seperate fathers from they daughters, why bother
I'm a crook like you, I took like you
I disobeyed the law threw out the book like you
How dare you look at jigga like I'm shook like boo
I keep the fifth with me nigga, come and get me

Come and get me
Ka ka ka ka ka ka ka come
Come and get me! Ka ka ka come and get me
Come and get me! Ka ka ka
Ka ka ka ka come
Come and get me, come and get me

Don't know what y'all niggaz is
Tryin' to do but I don't like it
Yeah, straight gangster shit
Hey, uh huh uh uhh gangster shit
Uhh, straight gangster nigga
Roc

Yo, your summer's 'bout to get hot
Niggaz home from jail and they plottin'
Heard about the watch, the Bentley hard-top
The continental T, got 'em resentin' me
God I work hard, please don't envy me
I paid the cost to be the boss to floss this hard
I can recall a year ago, I almost lost this job
All y'all remember is the part about me parkin' the hog
What about all them days I was walkin' my dogs?

Barkin at broads, but they never hollered back
And if they did all they said was, "Where dem dollaz at?"
Imagine, bein' skinny growin' up around broader cats
The quiet assassin' demeanor of them college cats
Until I got a gat and loudly start poppin' back
Round the way, niggaz called me Bobby Bouchete
Now all I hear is whispers of what you gon' do to Jay
How y'all gon' stick me up, take my jewels away
Pull out your gat, car jack me take my cruise away
Well, I got news for y'all fools today, hey

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

I made it so, you could say Marcy and it was all good
I ain't crossover, I brought the suburbs to the hood
Made 'em relate to your struggle, told 'em 'bout your hustle
Went on MTV with do-rags, I made them love you
You know normally them people wouldn't be fuckin' witchu
Til I made 'em understand why you do what you do
I expected to hear, "Jay, if it wasn't for you"
But instead, all I hear is buzzin' in your crew

How y'all scheamin', tryin' to get accustomed to my moves
So y'all could tape my mouth, stake out my house
But I got pride, I'm a nigga first
I gotta cock back and pull the trigger first
That's how Jigga work
The funny thing, I represent y'all everytime I spit a verse
And that's the shit that hurts
But hey, I got my mind right, got my nine right here
So when y'all feel that the time is right

I got, shots to give come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

Aiy yo yo, aiy yo yo
It's only fair that I warn ya, rap's my new hustle
I'm treatin' it like the corner, fuck with me if you wanna
My game change but my mindframe remains the same
I gotta protect what's mine
Shit I started from nothin', zero, zip
I made my way hustlin', I don't owe niggaz shit
I'm paranoid now, so I keep the gun gripped

Cats I played skelly with? Niggaz done flipped
I keep a banger in the ankle, one in the hip
Two in the stash, one come up when I shift
I keep one under the chair where I sit
I even got a gun in the hair in the bun of my bitch
Ask Big, everytime he'd come to my crib
He'd find another gun that I hid
I'm ready to make this one of the, hottest summer there is
Everyday like a hundred-and-six, shit

I got shots to give, come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
Come and get me

I got shots to give, come and get me nigga
Y'all wanna rob the kid? Come and get me nigga
I won't part with this, come and get me nigga
I worked hard for this, come and get me nigga
I got shots to give, come and get me
I got, come and get me

Motherfuckers!

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