Black Coffee - Lyrics - Eat at Whitey's - Everlast

Title: Black Coffee
Album: Eat at Whitey's
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): Erik Schrody, Keith James Ciancia

Lyric:
She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
Left me stone cold sober just like black coffee, just like black coffee

She told me that she'd always been thinkin' of me
She said, she wanted me to know that she really did love me
She said, she never put no one else above me
Except her monkey, she's like a junkie, just like a junkie, just like a junkie

It's April 25th, it's up around 80
Found a spot out in the park where the grass is shady
She said, her mom's from Jamaica, said her father's from Haiti
Such a pretty lady, she's such a lady

She smelled like flowers, she tastes like toffee
She kissed me slowly, she held me softly
Got too close and she backed up off me
She left me stone cold sober just like black coffee
Just like black coffee, just like black coffee, just like black coffee

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All Black - Lyrics - Good Morning Revival - Good Charlotte

Title: All Black
Album: Good Morning Revival
Artist: Good Charlotte
Composer(s): Don Gilmore, Joel Madden, Benji Madden

Lyric:
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black

Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red now it's just all black

As long as I could remember I dreamed in black and white
As I grew up and the sun went down I never felt more alright
My mother she used to tell me, "Son you better get to church
It's a dark dark world and there's evil out there
And you know it's only getting worse"

Yeah, I never been much for weddings or anniversaries
But I go to a funeral if I'm invited any day of the week
Some people say that I sound strange, some say that I'm not right
But I find beauty in this world every single night

Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black

Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red now it's just all black

I sat down at her table at the end of the night
She was having black coffee and a cigarette
She wasn't wearing white

She said, "People tell me that I'm strange they say that I'm not right"
She said, "The only time I feel alive is in the dead of night"
I think I found the one for me

Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black

Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red now it's just all black

I remember feeling so alive
The night I looked into her eyes

Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my clothes, all black
Like Johnny Cash, all black
Like the Rolling Stones wanna paint it black

Like the night that we met, all black
Like the color of your dress, all black
Like the seats in my Cadillac
I used to see red, I used to see red

Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
All black, all black

Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
Take a look at my life, all black
All black, all black, all black
All black, all black

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Black Coffee - Lyrics - Glassjaw

Title: Black Coffee
Artist: Glassjaw
Composer(s): Daryl Palumbo, Justin Beck

Lyric:
This whore, this once, this way

Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me
Take it back now
Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me

She is not that strange
She says goodbye some day

My black coffee fantasy
Never seems to bother me
In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray
The sinners dance and fade away
I'll fade away this once

Dying
And the blood taste was red

Are you going to run from here?
I'm dying to know if she died to me
Take it back now
Are you going to run from time
And die to me?

She is not that strange
She says goodbye someday

My black coffee fantasy
Never seemed to bother me
In my mind I'm hoping I'll betray
The sinners dance and fade away
I'll fade away

Press the story of stories praised
Of love and women up above
Layer this guilt that fits like a glove
I say it before you heated and tickle

[Unverified]

And I will take what's mine
And I will try to stay mundane
Pretending it hurts you, I will take what's mine
And I will try to stay mundane

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Black, White, Tan - Lyrics - Nicole C. Mullen

Title: Black, White, Tan
Artist: Nicole C. Mullen
Composer(s): David Mullen, Nicole Coleman-Mullen

Lyric:
Momma looks like coffee, Daddy looks like cream
Baby is a mocha drop American dream
All the colors of the rainbow are in her family tree
Woven all together in a paisley tapestry

She holds real tightly to her parents' hands
Baby loves that woman, baby loves that man
And her soul gives a smile 'cause she understands
That love is black, white, tan
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah black, white, tan

Everyone is precious in the Father's site
It don't matter red or yellow, black or white
He just loves ya 'cause He loves ya I tell you this is true
You are not a color and a color is not you

So hold real tightly to your Daddy's hands
'Cause he loves that woman, he loves that man
And let your soul smile give a smile 'cause you understand
That love is black, white, tan
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah black, white, tan

Na, na, na
Na, na, na
Na, na, na

So hold real tightly to your Daddy's hands
'Cause he loves that woman, and he loves that man
And let your soul give a smile every once in a while
Let your soul give a smile every once in a while
Let your soul give a smile every once in a while
Let your soul give a smile every once in a while

'Cause love is black, white, tan
Yeah, I know that love is black, white, tan
Yes I know that god's love is black, white, tan
My little girl will tell you black, white and tan

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Big Black Smoke - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Big Black Smoke
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
She was sick and tired of country life
A little country home, a little country folk
Made her blood run cold
Now her mother pines her heart away
Looking for her child in the big black smoke
In the big black smoke

Frailest, purest girl the world has seen
According to her ma, according to her pa
And everybody said
That she knew no sin and did no wrong
Till she walked the streets of the big black smoke
Of the big black smoke

Well, she slept in caffs and coffee bars and bowling alleys
And every penny she had
Was spent on purple hearts and cigarettes

She took all her pretty colored clothes
And ran away from home with the boy next door
For a boy named Joe
And he took her money for the rent
And tried to drag her down in the big black smoke
In the big black smoke, in the big black smoke, in the big black smoke

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Black Friday Rule - Lyrics - Alive Behind The Green Door - Flogging Molly

Title: Black Friday Rule
Album: Alive Behind The Green Door
Artist: Flogging Molly
Composer(s): Matt Hensley, Ted Hutt, Nathen Jeglinski, David R King, Bridget Regan, Robert Anthony Schmidt, George Edward Schwindt

Lyric:
I want to believe in myself once again
So I dream of a man whose hopes never end
To kiss with a girl who's as lovely as you
I'd give you my heart, if you gave me the truth

And for every tear that is lost from an eye
I'd dig me a well where no man could destroy
I want to believe in a freedom that's bold
But all I remember is the freedom of old

Well, I lost me a wife, so I found me a plane
Flew all the way to California
This mess in my head is a mess getting out
Ya drink too much coffee, I drink too much stout

But after a while, when my mouth ain't so dry
I'll dance up a storm, sure life's looking fine
But as darkness falls, I return to my bed
Don't ask me more questions, don't fuck with my head

'Cause I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
Down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

The buildings they shake but my heart it beats still
Oh mother of Jesus, I feel pretty ill
I want to go home where my feet both feel safe
But there ain't no jobs in the old free state

So I must remain in my new adopted land
I'm doing the best, hell I'm doin' all I can
So next time you see me, don't ask for my name
For I am the king and sure long may I reign

'Cause I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
Down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

I've been down in this world, down and almost broken
Like thousands of people, left standing in their shoe
Down in this world, down and almost broken
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule
As thousands they grieve, as the Black Friday rule

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Up For Breakfast - Lyrics - Van Halen

Title: Up For Breakfast
Artist: Van Halen
Composer(s): Alex Van Halen, Edward Van Halen, Sammy Hagar,

Lyric:
Well!
She treat me like a personal Jesus
Got the hand, put it where its gonna heal ya
Got the finger, put it right there on the trigger
Well, pump it up, pump it up, baby make it bigger

Well, I'm going crazy
Pumping it up, pumping it up
(Ohh yeah)
It's gonna heal ya

She put the cream in my coffee
(First thing in the morning)
Put that butter on my biscuit
(Honeydew my melons)
Cherries on bananas
(Gonna need a second helpin')
You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning

Lock the front, leave the back door open, yeah
Hot tub loosen up, baby been soaking
I've been tokin', I've been sippin'
Slip slide slippin', all got me tripping

Well, I'm going crazy
Keeping it up, pumping it up, pumping it up, yeah
Ain't gonna kill ya

She put the cream in my coffee
(First thing in the morning)
Spread that butter on my biscuit
(Honeydew my melon)
Put berries on bananas
(I need a second helping)
That's why I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning

Wake me up babe
Hold me up, wake me up
Gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up, gotta get up
Yeah
One more

She put the cream in my coffee
(First thing in the morning)
Spread hot butter on my biscuit
(Honeydew my melon)
Like them cherries on bananas
(Gonna need a second helping)
Thats why I'm up for breakfast so early in the morning

Got bacon on the table
(First thing in the morning)
Squeeze some honey on my biscuit
(Honeydew my melon)
Spread some cream on my bananas
(I need a second helping)
You know I'm up for breakfast so early in the mornin'

Wake me up, baby
Wake me up, baby
Lift me up, baby
Gotta get up, gotta get up
Yeah

Black coffee, first thing in the morning
Hot sweet sticky
Get it up, get it up, get it up, get it up

Come on baby
Wake me up, wake me up

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I'Ll Never Get Out Of These Blues Alive - Lyrics - Whites Off Earth Now!! - Cowboy Junkies

Title: I'Ll Never Get Out Of These Blues Alive
Album: Whites Off Earth Now!!
Artist: Cowboy Junkies
Composer(s): John Lee Hooker

Lyric:
I'll never get out of these blues alive
No, I'll never, I'll never get out of these blues alive
Well, he gone and left me
I don't know what I'll do the rest of my life

Drinking black coffee and smoking cigarettes
Drinking black coffee, yeah and smoking cigarettes
I can't see no use to try

I'll never get out of these blues alive
No, I'll never, I'll never get out of these blues alive
He gone and left me
Says, he'll never come back home

I'll never come out of these blues alive
No, I'll never, I'll never come out of these blues alive
He gone and left me
I don't know what I'll do the rest of my life

Working up a sweat all night long and jumping over my bed
[Unverified] sweat all night long and jumping over my bed
I can't see no use to try

Well, I'll never, never come out of these blues alive
I'll never, never come out of these, out of these blues alive
You know I miss him
[Unverified] to the day I die
You know I miss him
[Unverified] to the day I die

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Blue Monday Hangover - Lyrics - Frostbite - Albert Collins

Title: Blue Monday Hangover
Album: Frostbite
Artist: Albert Collins
Composer(s): G Gaple, D Malone

Lyric:
Well, the first thing Monday mornin'
I drink black coffee, to clear my head
Yes, every Monday mornin'
I drink black coffee and I clear my head

Because, every Sunday night without you, baby
It's Blue Monday, you know baby, you know my soul is dead

Big Boss Man
I can hear you call my name
Yes, Big Boss Man, Big Boss Man
Oh, I can hear you call my name

You know, I just don't feel like it is mornin', baby
It's a sin, you know ain't it a sin?

I can hear Blue Monday callin'
But this old hangover, just won't let me go
Yes, I can hear Blue Monday callin'
But this old hangover, just won't let me go

Yes, but every time I try to get up, baby
I feel like I'm just goin' down slow

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Nicotina (She'S All That) - Lyrics - Big Sugar

Title: Nicotina (She'S All That)
Artist: Big Sugar
Composer(s): Apjj Gordie Johnson

Lyric:
Light it up

We've been a little more than just friends
And in most cases that's just where it ends
But I took the time to stoke up your flame

Can I get a witness to back up my claim?
Now, I'm standin' so close to your fire
If I say that I've quit ya, you can call me a liar

Now, we've been a little more than just friends
And where we go now, I guess that depends
If I get myself caught up in your scene

Black hair, black coffee and hard nicotine
I can't sleep, I can't eat
Need you to hold my hand, so I can cross the street

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Sugar in my coffee
Oh yeah, makes me mean

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
I'm her silver dollar
She's my slot machine

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, why I call her
Tina, my nicotine

We've been a little more than just friends
And where we go now, I guess that depends

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Sugar in my coffee
Oh yeah, makes me mean

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
She's my V8 motor
I'm her gasoline

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
I'm her silver dollar
She's my slot machine

Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, she's all that
Oh yeah, why I call her
Tina, my nicotine

Nicotine
My nicotine
Oh yeah, she's a

Yeah, she is
Yeah, she is

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Coffee In Bed - Lyrics - Maria

Title: Coffee In Bed
Artist: Maria
Composer(s): Alex Cantrell, Marie Louise Simo Jensen, Carsten Schack, Peter Biker

Lyric:
I thought you know mw well enough that you could tell
That just one thing will do when I'm in this mood
And what I'm craving is, you flavor on my lips
So won't you fill me up, 'cause I've waited for this

All day long it's on my mind
There's no way to unwind
Until I get back home, and you put it on

I like my coffee in bed
It only takes one sip to go to my head
I never have to say no sugar or cream, baby
'Cause you know what I need, my black coffee

Now if I seem selfish, it's 'cause I can't resist
Even though I've tried, I still crave I crave that high
And yeah, it's obvious that I can't get enough
So if you serve it hot, I'll say when to stop

Baby, you're getting so close I can't taste it
I don't want a drop to be wasted
So just slow down and take your time
'Cause you know what I like

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Asleep At The Wheel - Lyrics - One Fierce Beer Coaster - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Asleep At The Wheel
Album: One Fierce Beer Coaster
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Matt Stagliano

Lyric:
Bloodhounds shall cruise rendezvous
Break curfew new trip ensues
You never know Bloodhounds just go
Pack backpack up for down the road
No change of clothes but change for tolls
Pack of No-Doz Rolos and Skoal
Old Milwaukee Jolt black coffee
Sugar Daddy Rand McNally

A pack of jacks those orange Tic-Tacs
Glen Miller tracks roll of Kodak
The phantom black stacked Pontiac
Hot rod dual quads and in the back
Is the beat keeper big ass speaker
Jumbo woofer rattle tweeter
Dial is turned and there it's stayin'
The next day where stern is playin'

You got your Jesus on the dashboard
But the Devil's under my hood
You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to Heaven
But on the road to Hell there's none

You got your Jesus on the dashboard
But the Devil's under my hood
You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to Heaven
but on the road to Hell there's none

Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel

I-95 five eight lanes wide, midnight drive take a ride
Alongside east coast tide, gettin' high, so am I
Bloodshot red eyes from the fumes
I consume engine zoom then engine boom
Then engine glow erupt and blow
And overflow like volcano
So far to go can't turn back though
Cheap tobacco cup of black Joe
Fuelin' my body jumstartin' my soul
Set my mind on cruise control

You got your Jesus on the dashboard
But the Devil's under my hood
You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to Heaven
But on the road to hell there's none

You got your Jesus on the dashboard
But the Devil's under my hood
You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to Heaven
But on the road to hell there's none

Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel

24-7 Truck Stop Plaza
Turn off headlights turn on hazards
3 A.M. is when I gazed
Eyes glazed I'm dazed and then I fade
To black now were back
'On The Road' like Kerouac
Down the turnpike high rate of speed
Up all night like Gilbert Gottfried

You got your Jesus on the dashboard
But the Devil's under my hood
You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to Heaven
But on the road to hell there's none

You got your Jesus on the dashboard
But the Devil's under my hood
You're takin' it down legal, I'm pullin' it up to no good
God is your copilot, I let Satan ride shotgun
You pay a toll to get to Heaven
But on the road to hell there's none

Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
Get up you're asleep at the wheel
...

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Blacker The Berry - Lyrics - Light Poles and Pine Trees - Field Mob

Title: Blacker The Berry
Album: Light Poles and Pine Trees
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Stan Vincent, Darion Crawford, Tupac Shakur, Daryl Anderson, Kendall Johnson, Roger Troutman

Lyric:
It's ya boy Chevy P, babe
Listen

I remember as a kid back, in the days
I got picked on, kicked at, shit on, spit at
Get gone, get back, gone smoke, get away
Havin' a dark pigmentation was hard then to make friends

Felt like God didn't take his time with me
He musta made me late night, tired and sleepy
'Cause life wasn't easy, they dogged me
Said that I was so dark the bet, I could sweat coffee

And peepee sweet tea and spit oil
Say when ashy I lotion down in Armor All
Made me feel like a loser really lame
Because of my complexion, nobody would include me in games

Not even tag, never "It", nobody would touch me
Nope no girlfriends 'cause shawties thought I was ugly
Through all the jokes and laughs pokes and stabs blows and jabs
Hopin' sad, mopin' mad before the scabs nobody told me that

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the blacker the berry, the blacker the berry
The blacker, the blacker, the blacker, the blacker

I ain't have Marvin Gaye to sing to me
And make me feel like black was the thing to be
Until Big Daddy Kane, I was so glad he came
Made me feel good about bein' black again 'cause

We was at the bottom of the market
Al B. made sure it was a problem to be dark skinned
Until Wesley sniped him
In with the darkies, out with the light skinned

Now we got Tyrese Taye and Tyson
Mekhi Phife in every movie ya likin'
Blade he remind me of a modern day Panther
While Batman hides behind a mask like a Klansman

We have to achieve, 'Caine's killin' us
Like it killed the second son of Adam and Eve
Ya palm is white and spreaded fist still black and tightly now
Slappin' five was cool but rather ya ball ya fist and give me pound 'cause

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the blacker the berry, the blacker the berry
The blacker, the blacker, the blacker, the blacker

Tiger Woods say he ain't black, whatever
They say Michael Jackson ain't white, whatever
And Venus and Serena done beat mo' white girls
Than O.J. and Rick James put together

Now Michael Vick's the new black hero
Bet John Madden ain't see it comin', saw a quarterback as a negro
Jordan he can't hide it he look like an African Tribal leader
If you can lighten him then you can brighten me up

Now don't get me wrong and think I'm prejudiced
Listenin' to this song, I'm not racist
As a matter of fact, shout out to Jamie Lori and Chad
My white friends from Lee County to Bladecliff

Just bein' dark is it what's like bein' white in the audience
At a black comedy show I
Was guaranteed to get cracked on and joked out
Now this ugly duckling is a swan, I know now

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the darker the flesh, then the deeper the roots

The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
I say, the blacker the berry, the blacker the berry
The blacker, the blacker, the blacker, the blacker

It's the F.B.I.

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Beautiful Woman - Lyrics - Nathan Michael Shawn Wanya - Boyz Ii Men

Title: Beautiful Woman
Album: Nathan Michael Shawn Wanya
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Nathan Morris, Wanya Morris, Shawn Stockman, Michael Mccary

Lyric:
Oh yes

You can find them on the cover of a magazine
The finest woman you'll ever see it would be my fantasy
To have them all surrounding me all of their life, it seems
They wanted things that they can only get from me
The best thing about it all, is I can have it if I only keep dreaming

From the shores of Milan to the streets of Miami, beautiful women
From the beauty salons to the beaches in Maui, beautiful women
From the coffee shop to the restaurants can you hear me?
Every place, every town if you just look around
You'll find beautiful women

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women, yeah

You know there's no way I could ever be without their sensualities
And everytime I think that I break free it's like they always find me
Everywhere I go, it's like a video you know exactly what I mean
If there could only be 3 more of me
Then I could keep all these beautiful women

There they go doin' what they do to
Make a man go crazy but it just ain't fair
'Cause they've got us in a daze what makes me so amazed
Is that they know it 'cause they're beautiful

[Foreign Content ]

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women, yeah

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women, yeah

From the shores of Milan to the streets of Miami
From the beauty salons to the beaches of Maui
From the coffee shop to the restaurants can you hear me?
Every place, every town beautiful women

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women

Black, Puerto Rican, Haitian, Dominican, beautiful women
Indian, Cuban, Jamaican all of the nations, beautiful women
Eastcoast, westcoast city to the meadow, burbs to the ghetto
Beautiful women from Cairo, to Rio, to Montigo beautiful women

Beautiful women, yeah
Beautiful women, yeah
Beautiful women, yeah
Beautiful women, yeah
You filthy

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Coffee Shoppe - Lyrics - Eightball &Amp; Mjg

Title: Coffee Shoppe
Artist: Eightball &Amp; Mjg
Composer(s): Tristan Jones, Reggie Noble, Premro V Smith

Lyric:
You are now, witnessing
The effects of the Buddha

Redman kick through your door
Liquidated then I come through your pores
Think the track is bleedin' get at the gauze
Mix, fidget, 'fore I rip it in four's

Look at my face, you can tell that I'm slick
The blunt, excersize, 10 in the clip
Y'all niggaz ready for the un-conterfit?
D O, dot, bee-bo, tuck in your shit

That bogus holder of the sticky dolja
Got me appearing on the wanted poster
It's like when your body get caught on rotor's
When I snap like strings through boat motors

My kitchen fridge look like Jeffery Dahmer's
Boys screamin' for mama from the drama
My hunger for hip-hop got my gun up
Yo 8Ball, hit the marijuana

Yeah, yeah, 8Ball blazin' the hay
And hella pound almost everyday
Real playas run the game that they play
That's why I'm doin' it the playa way

I say, dope rhyme's, potent and real
Showin' skills all my homies can feel
Smile at you, see the name on my grill
Cut the track up let me show you the deal

I be twisted with that Redman
We get it all, cookin' dope makin' bread man
I got the eagle full of hollow tipped lead man
Hear what I said man?

Can all that weak noise
I write, busta go and get your little weak boys
You know what bring a player joy?
Playin' with them glock toys

See I avoid all suckas trippin'
Full of liquor, actin' like a bunch of women lippin'
Interested in what I be grippin'
Dippin' in the Benz zippin'

Pass all you haters fakin'
Runnin' 'round seein' real players imitatin'
Breakin' concentration, all up in my situation
Hay blazin'

Get y'all shit together
Coffee shoppe we with whatever
8Ball stay high forever
Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever

We here to keep the party live
Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
Wanna brawl? We can meet outside
Red and Ball be down to ride

Yo, yo, look around you mothafuckers
It's a hip-hop holocaust
Yeah, you just found the right superheroes
To take care of that shit, mothafucker

Head rush and green stinky
Feelin' like a nigga dropped a mickey
Drink up the Hen and watch me get tipsy
Who wanna ride with me? 160

Up and down, 48 trackin'
Ski mask, kick in doors in, straight beat jackin'
Ball battin' rhymes all in your skull crackin'
Actin' like I got a problem that's heavy to me

Smokin' brothers like a dooby in a gangsta movie
MC's turn stank like a old lady coochie
Ball and Red be all up in your shit
So deep that it be damn near permanent

So authentic you can tell it from conterfit
Who wanna hit of the purest coffee shoppe crop
Guaranteed to be bomb to the last drop
Ball and Red keep it stone like Bedrock
We keep it hot

Yo, I'm [Incomprehensible] the blackout mode
I snatch cheese that your mousetrap hold
Yo, who fucks ya baby?
Hey Kojack knows my flows, Kodak
Couldn't hold that pose, wow

Goofy playin' tough on the streets
Blue collar MC's suffer the heat
Until I reach the isosoles heat
Right angle better, double your sleeve

I'm just a black nation wide singer
Cops lookin' for Red, but can't arraign us
You need more than lion trainers to tame us
Famous for cuffin' mics with 5 fingers

That's why I walk so distorted
Any form of harsh aborted
Word so superb it'll turn to herb if you snort it
50 sack and a nick can vouch for it

We keep it critical
If you hard core spit it out, out, out, out
Doc who be arousin' police
My underground funk be plowin' the streets

So if you claimin' you the best MC
Bring your arm over here and handcuff me
We battle till the cattles learn to speak
Cross examine me, I'm straight up framed

Get y'all shit together
Coffee shoppe we with whatever
8Ball stay high forever
Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever

We here to keep the party live
Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
Wanna brawl? We can meet outside
Red and Ball be down to ride

Get y'all shit together
Coffee shoppe we with whatever
8Ball stay high forever
Yo Doc, keep it tucked under my lever

We here to keep the party live
Smoke hay till we chinky eyed
Wanna brawl? We can meet outside
Red and Ball be down to ride

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Sun Comes Up, It'S Tuesday Morning - Lyrics - The Caution Horses - Cowboy Junkies

Title: Sun Comes Up, It'S Tuesday Morning
Album: The Caution Horses
Artist: Cowboy Junkies
Composer(s): Michael Edward Timmins

Lyric:
Sun comes up, it's Tuesday morning
Hits me straight in the eye
Guess you forgot to close the blind last night
Oh, that's right, I forgot it was me

I sure do miss the smell of black coffee in the morning
The sound of water splashing all over the bathroom
The kiss that you would give me even though I was sleeping
But I kind of like the feel of this extra few feet in my bed

Telephone's ringing but I don't answer it
'Cause everybody knows that good news always sleeps till noon
Guess it's tea and toast for breakfast again
And maybe I'll add a little T.V. too

No milk, God, how I hate that
Guess I'll go to the corner, get breakfast from Jenny
She's got a black eye this morning, "Jen, how'd ya get it?"
She says, "Last night, Bobby got a little bit out of hand"

Lunchtime, I start to dial your number
Then I remember so I reach for something to smoke
And anyways I'd rather listen to Coltrane
Than go through all that shit again

There's something about an afternoon spent doing nothing
Just listening to records and watching the sun falling
Thinking of things that don't have to add up to something
And this spell won't be broken by the sound of keys scraping in the lock

Maybe tonight it's a movie with plenty of room
For elbows and knees a bag of popcorn all to myself
Black and white with a strong female lead
And if I don't like it, no debate, I'll leave

Here comes that feeling that I'd forgotten
How strange these streets feel when you're alone on them
Each pair of eyes just filled with suggestion
So I lower my head, make a beeline for home seething inside

Funny, I'd never noticed
The sound the streetcars make as they pass my window
Which reminds me that I forgot to close the blind again

Yeah, sure I'll admit there are times when I miss you
Especially like now when I need someone to hold me
But there are some things that can never be forgiven
And I just gotta tell you I kinda like this extra few feet in my bed

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Sea Lion Woman - Lyrics - The Reminder - Feist

Title: Sea Lion Woman
Album: The Reminder
Artist: Feist
Composer(s): Nina Simone, Leslie Feist, George Bass

Lyric:
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion, sea lion

Sea lion woman, sea lion
She drink coffee, sea lion
She drink tea, sea lion
And rooster crows, sea lion

Sea lion woman, sea lion
She drink coffee, sea lion
She drink tea, sea lion
And rooster crows, sea lion

Sea lion woman
Dressed in red
Smile at the man
When you wake up in his bed

Sea lion woman
Dressed in black
Wink at the man
And then stab him in his back

Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion

Sea lion woman, sea lion
She drink coffee, sea lion
She drink tea, sea lion
And a rooster crows, sea lion

Sea lion woman
Dressed in white
Marry the man and you'll
Spend a long, sweet life

Sea lion woman
Dressed in green
Silver lining
And golden seams

Sea lion woman
Dressed in blue
Call on man and hope
He knows what he can do

Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion

Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion, sea lion

Sea lion woman, sea lion
She drink coffee, sea lion
She drink tea, sea lion
And rooster crows, sea lion

Sea lion woman, sea lion
She drink coffee, sea lion
She drink tea, sea lion
And rooster crows, sea lion

Sea lion woman
Dressed in the blue
Call on the man and hope
He knows what he can do

Sea lion woman
Dressed in red
Smile at the man
When you wake up in his bed

Sea lion woman
Sea lion woman
Sea lion woman
Sea lion woman

Sea lion woman
Sea lion woman
Sea lion woman
Sea lion, sea lion
Sea lion woman

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Melting Pot - Lyrics - Boyzone

Title: Melting Pot
Artist: Boyzone
Composer(s): Roger Greenway, Roger Cook

Lyric:
Big enough now
And we gonna keep stirring, stirring
Big enough now

Take a pinch of white man
Wrap it up in black skin
Add a touch of blue blood
And a little bitty bit of Red Indian boy

Curly, black and kinky
Oriental sexy
If you lump it all together
Well, you've got a recipe

For a get along scene
Oh what a beautiful dream
If it could only come true
You know, you know

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

Rabbis and the friars
Bishops and the gurus
We had the Beatles and the Sun Gods
A long time ago, it's true

But then it didn't really matter
What religion you choose
No, no, no

Mick and Lady Faithful
Lord and Mrs. Graceful
You know the living could be tasteful

Why don't we all get together
In a loving machine
I'd better call up the Queen
It's only fair that she knows
You know, you know

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough to take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough, big enough
To take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

What we need is a great big melting pot
Big enough, big enough, big enough
To take the world and all it's got
Keep it stirring for a hundred years or more
Turning out coffee colored people by the score

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Call It What U Want - Lyrics - Above The Law

Title: Call It What U Want
Artist: Above The Law
Composer(s): Ron Brooks, George Clinton, William Earl Collins, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Kevin Gulley, Dwayne Mcknight, Peter Bishop, Arthur Goodman, Gregory F Hutchison, Bernard G Worrell

Lyric:
You've now entered the quest to the black triangle
Now you know the reason for the Black Mafia theory, ha ha ha
Yes, it has many meanings but no matter how you define it
It still comes out black, see it's just a hair trim
So you can call it what you want

Now I clown around, when I hang around, with the Underground
But when I'm with the Mafia we droppin' ya
And if you're a hoe then I'll be knockin' ya, baby, why not
You shouldn't jock me 'cause I'm popular

The group with the glock, I love to pop the gun
Coppers get shot, they shouldn't try to stop the Mafia
2Pac'll pack a person, pump the trunk
I'm bumpin' G-Funk, but you can call it what you want

How many times, I gotta tell ya, don't ignore me
Either be my hoe or hit the do', you're nothin' for me
(See ya)
That's why I love to go on tour G

Scores of whores behind the door, a nigga's naughty
Now, I'm sippin' on a forty
So you can call it what you want just pass
The blunt and kick it Money

Well, I am the danger, the danger, similar to a killer
I rhyme for rounds of conflicts chomp and stomp em while y'all chillin'
In Tokyo, check it as I choke a slow poke rapper
Capped his ass faster
Than a half of pound of crepes'll go on Mother's Day

First and fifteenth, another way of sayin' it
I got new clips so trip but it's okay to get your crew
'Cause ooh, I'll send your team to the showers
They true and do and rippin' and got the Wonder Twin powers

I devour much venom, lunch breaks I shit em, I just stink
Whaddya think, this is a threat? Just forget about it
Come back, you're done black, see Cutty was the stopper
But you'll call me the indo when I chop ya with the shopper

Sting ya with the stinger, flex the trigger finger, I blow you to bits
And I be gettin' a kick out of grabbin' the mic and flingin'
Lyrics with the maximum security
I smoke a spliff but I'm not Jamaican, so won't you let a

Yankee doodle doo, what he hasta, raise my hand and cast a
Hellafied spell you can't tell you better ask a
Weatherman he'll sigh and reply, "You shoulda stayed in the house"
'Cause Mon is gonna rain on their parades

Now, clear the smoke and grab a fool by his throat
And don't let him go 'til he holla, holla, billygoat
Now Money Money Money B, once said to me
"187, why you wanna be a G?", well

I like to clock big G's, and hang out all night
And never worry bout a bitch, 'cause she can't tell me shit
Plus, money money is a pimp thang
(What?)
'Cause see if you was in my shoes, you'd be doin' the same

So don't ever ever fuck with, I'm a G-er playa
'Cause when I'm bustin' on a punk, I could never be a customer
Now peep this, 'cause when I'm goin' deep
The only customers gettin' served in the house is the pussy, I freak
They wanna pop that ying-yang

I tell em, "Sit down, shut up bitch, and let me kick game"
(Y' know)
'Cause hoes always be sayin', they got it goin' on but if they wanna
Get with a nigga like me they gotta pay a fee, I am not
The no mack nigga, from the planet called, Silk

I'm from the planet Black Mafia Life, that freaks pimps
Yo, come take a sip
Of the psycho mega pimpsome hoesta must be a-playa
Now hold up, wait a second
Nah, I fucked you bitches on the last record, yo
It's like I'm high on a raggamuffin' spliff

Me the dope sound what a man, the myth
(Come)
Mon they wanna see me fade shit, like I did last year
So I post on em, then I coast on em

No, I never never never had a murder rap
And if you snitch you say
I did it you're bound to get your neck snapped
So there it is, and how it's gonna be
So I pass the joint, to my man KMG

Well you can call it what you want but if you don't
I'm still a nigga with a pimp strut, ooh, a macadamia nut
Ah, say what you want, I'm workin' for a cha-ohh
Well alright, you little silly ass hoe

Now when you want to rhyme to boo and get tramped
(Get tramped)
Give a call to the clinic, ATL's the pimp camp
And see which playa, is up for the downstroke
('Cause you skeez-in, 'cause you broke)

So toast them hoes like I said before
I fuck four bitches a day, and I'm lookin' for more
'Cause cords of scores of hoes be leavin' my house
Like, bam and I'm like, damn

Now my niggaz done labeled me
The dangerous neighborhood nastyman 'cause they know I can
When you wake up in the morning I only give ya five pushes
I'll be out by your garage, awaitin' behind the bushes
Drinkin' coffee, smoove waitin' to talk see
Like a true hoe gigolo should be

See I'm a giant and the rest of them are fakers
Especially when it comes to the bitches and they moneymakers
A simp nigga hesitate to dish a tramp but I don't
So ease back Mafioso on the corner, what you, want

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I'M A Dboy - Lyrics - Tha Carter, Vol. 2 - Lil' Wayne

Title: I'M A Dboy
Album: Tha Carter, Vol. 2
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Batman Tmix Tristan G Jones, Eric Barrier, William Griffin, Bryan Williams, Dwayne Carter

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Lyric:
Yeah
Okay, I'm strapped
Get 'em

Black hat, black shades, black diamonds, oh behave
No he can't with the fuckin' seats back
Got the paint job though
And the fuckin' seats cracked

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power, I'm gone

Thinkin' of a masta plan, I get money
But I'm thinkin' of a fasta plan, I'm tryin' to cash it in
I got 5 in the garbage can and the Wrap Saran
I need cash advance

See I know three sold, the other two a jam
I'ma sit on one and whip the other one much as I can
Hot ass fuckin' sadan, windows rolled down no sound
Them bricks got the speakers drowned

I ain't listenin' for shit but sirens
I ain't tryin' to get to my ships sunk fuck you pirates
I'll touch you cowards, it ain't nuthin' to a boss
The niggaz in the hood tryin' a floss and ya head gotta cost nigga

Take a loss nigga
SS five five all black with the top chopped off dat
Catch me in the spots where the shots pop off at
I ain't tryin' to prove nuttin', I'm jus' tryin' to move some

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power, I'm gone

See we cookin' up a thousand grams
I'm in the kitchen over the stove with pots and pans
Triple color with the platinum jam
50 birds homeboy in the back of a van

A hundred grand in rubber bands
We got them birds in the coffee cans
We got the whips wit the extra clips
Got bitches outta state niggaz flippin' them bricks

Been in the caddy been in the alley
Nigga been on the block, right in front of Mrs. Gladdies
Nigga know bout hustlin', know 'bout stuntin'
Did the curb servin' shined every summer

Been on front, been in the back
Nigga roll wit duck tape and ride wit the mac
We see these haters like fuck them niggaz
We made men millionaire hustlin' our nature

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power, I'm gone

8 AM open my eyes
Yeah, kick my bitch tell her open the blinds
And I'm, over the stove at 9
Yeah, I'm cookin' breakfast for the block then I let her cook mine

Yeah, quick line in the bathroom before we bounce
Not me I mean her she go a day a ounce
Y'all pray for her
While I'm at the bus station in the Bentley sittin' low as I wait for ya

I'm gettin' dough I'm a paper, boy I will take ya
For the right paper, boy I will take her
Shake her, tape her, waist up
Send her to the money she be back before I wake up

Get'cha cake up, y'all niggaz lame ducks
Ya prolly get ya game up when I'm givin' the game up
My name wayne what, hot boy flame up
You niggaz tryin' to change up and I'm gettin' my change up

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power

I'm a Dboy, bitch I'm a Dboy
Ho, I'm a dopeboy, I got the scope in the rov for them jackboys
I got money in my pocket, I got money in my block
I got the money in the power, I'm gone

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