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Thursday, July 29, 2010

Brand New - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Brand New
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Thom Bell, Thomas Bell, Calvin Broadus, Linda Creed, Dana D Ramey, William Leonard Roberts, Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Yung joc, sup?
What it do nephew
You know what it is
All brand new ***

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

From my fitted down to my shoes
I enter the room and your *** might choose
Look me up and down from my head to toe
They point the exit, then I tell ?em let's go

S5 don't forget the fifty
What it cost me? About a hundred fifty
Damn what's this, why so sticky?
That's good Kush, would?a cost ya ?bout a hundred fifty

Still on another level, still brand new
Lookin? at the sky through that panoramic view
She say she like my jeans, even like my sneaks
That's the new Gucci?s, 500 a piece

I make her smile and I smile back
Check the doors, Caddy-stones ya, I bought that
Baby, we can go to Paris or Toronto
Brand new shades whose that [Incomprehensible]

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

Never drive the same car twice
You still buyin' chains, I'm in there chippin' ice
You know, is it real or fake, how much a killa make?
I'm ?bout ownin' somethin', ya dig, real estate

I'm in the '08 Escalade with brand new Gucci shades
I'm flangin' it and singin' it while stayin' up for days
You know my entourage, I does it extra large
Blue bezels for my nizzles, double what you charge

So whenever you see me, you know I'm Fresh2Death
French tip on my nails and now my hair is fresh
In some brand new clothes with some brand new hoes
Is that Phantom doors on that brand new Rolls

On another level, blue rose petals
And when I walk the block, I make everybody wanna talk a lot
To brag and boast that ain't my style, to high signin' and profile
I'd rather blow a pound with my pound and do what you say

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that, you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

I let her fantasize, yeah, I'm a fantasy, me
She couldn?t fathom us *** on top of phantom seats
Now, we worldwide speakin' different languages
[Incomprehensible], now, can ya hang with it

I'm a boss girl, you lookin' for a job
*** me on your lunch break and you're sure to star
Get a raise when that brain keep me in a daze
Custom made suede Gucci shoes, I'm on another page

And my money so long, my money so long
I swear my money so long, ain?t lyin?
Murciƃ©lagos, just for the car doors
This the main event, those *** is side shows

Where I reside, oh, you consider the side oh
Ashtray and peanuts, it's time to slide
Where I reside, you consider the side
Ashtray and the peanuts it's time you slide

It ain't my fault
(It's not my fault partna)
That everythin' you get is used
(You, you, you prolly can't help that, that you know)
And I buy all my *** brand new

(I don't have a problem with spendin' the money, you know)
When I walk into the room they choose
(I mean, I'm Yung Joc man, come on)
?Cause they know my whips, my ice is brand new

[Incomprehensible]
Yung Joc, what it do nephew
All brand new, dat boi

(And I buy all my *** brand new)
I'm gonna smoke on out like that there
(When I walk into the room they choose)
I'm gonna jump off in this brand new car I got
This brand new shoes, this brand new outfit
This brand new sack of *** I got

(It ain't my fault)
Now, I'm lookin' a this ***
Like oh ya I'm actin' all brand new
I don't even know you, for real
That's the business
See ya, see ya, see ya

(Brand new)
It ain't my fault
(When I)
It ain't my fault
(They choose)
It ain't my fault
(?Cause they know my whips, my ice)
Everythin' you got is used

(Is brand new)
That's a used chain
*** had that chain on like 4 years ago
There some used shoes you got
Your automobile is used

*** you don't even, all that ***
Your, your, your *** is used too ***
Yeah, it's all hood though
It ain't my fault
We just gonna keep doin' it
So brand new '07, yeah

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Brand New Shoes - Lyrics - Bill Monroe

Title: Brand New Shoes
Artist: Bill Monroe
Composer(s): Lester Blackwell

Lyric:
I'm breaking in a brand new pair of shoes
Don't look at me like you think I've got the blues
'Cause I'm walking 'round and around and I'm seeing most of the town
I'm just breaking in a brand new pair of shoes

Ah, ha, so I'm talking to myself
Oh, no, she's not putting me on the shelf
I'm just breaking in a brand new pair of shoes

I'm doggone, if I'm gonna cry the blues
My feet are sore but I've got no time to lose
'Cause I'm wanting her here with me and I'm needing her company
I'm just breaking in a brand new pair of shoes

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Monday, August 2, 2010

I Run This - Lyrics - 5 * Stunna - Birdman

Title: I Run This
Album: 5 * Stunna
Artist: Birdman
Composer(s): Dwayne Carter, T Jones, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
I run this bitch and I'ma keep runnin'
I'ma keep runnin', one neva runnin' outta money
I'ma dog, I'ma stunt, if I don't do nothin'
And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it

I got pussy, wet paint, big boy shoes
Soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
I gotta black ass gun and a bad yello bitch
And it looks like I'ma die like this

'Cause we be stunin' on these bitches
Get money on these bitches
$250 on the wrist, nigga, we be the illest
We be the realist, CMB, nigga

Uptown soldier with the money to the ceilin'
Shinin' like a diamond from a eagle to a pigeon
Birds on the wire, 100 deep and we chillin'
Finger on the trigga, that's the uptown livin'
High to the sky, no dobbin for fishes

Hustlin', doin' donuts in the lam
Candy on the slam, 50 on the av
100 at the crib, get it how you live
Stuntin' on these bitches, red diamond's how I feel

I run this bitch and I'ma keep runnin'
I'ma keep runnin', one neva runnin' outta money
I'ma dog, I'ma stunt, if I don't do nothin'
And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it

I got pussy, wet paint, big boy shoes
Soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
I gotta black ass gun and a bad yello bitch
And it looks like I'ma die like this

I'm a uptown solider, know how I roll her
Money go get her, MLB all over
Hustlin' with the birds, go and take it off his shoulder
Grindin' with the homies, got the game out the nose

100 Gs wrap, hood with a strap
Blowin' on the dojo, nigga stuntin' in a 'lac
Chicken in the oven, wall safe for the stack
Bought a brand new range and a brand new 'bac

Old school caddy, fifth wheel slab back
Brand new truck, a brand new bike
A brand new house, a brand new side
A brand new bitch with a hood rich life

I run this bitch and I'ma keep runnin'
I'ma keep runnin', one neva runnin' outta money
I'ma dog, I'ma stunt, if I don't do nothin'
And my car so pretty all these hoes wanna fuck it

I got pussy, wet paint, big boy shoes
Soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
I gotta black ass gun and a bad yello bitch
And it looks like I'ma die like this

I run this bitch and I'ma keep runnin'
I'ma keep runnin', one neva runnin' outta money
I'ma dog, I'ma stunt, if I don't do nothin'
All these hoes wanna fuck it

I got pussy, wet paint, big boy shoes
Soft ass seats and my trunk go boom
I gotta black ass gun and a bad yello bitch
And it looks like I'ma die like this

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Pearls - Lyrics - Djin Djin - Angelique Kidjo

Title: Pearls
Album: Djin Djin
Artist: Angelique Kidjo
Composer(s): Sade Adu, Andrew Hale

Lyric:
There is a woman in Somalia
Scraping for pearls on the roadside
There's a force stronger than nature
Keeps her will alive

This is how she's dying
She's dying to survive
Don't know what she is made of
I would like to be that brave

She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives a life she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand new shoes
And it hurts like brand new shoes

There is a woman in Somalia
The sun gives her no mercy
The same sky we lay under
Burns her to the bone

Long as afternoon shadows
It's gonna take her to get home
Each grain carefully wrapped up
Pearls for her little girl

Hallelujah
Hallelujah

She cries to the heaven above
There is a stone in my heart
She lives in a world she didn't choose
And it hurts like brand new shoes
And it hurts like brand new shoes

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Brand New Me - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: Brand New Me
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Theresa Bell, Jerry Butler, Kenneth Gamble

Lyric:
This is my same old coat and my same old shoes
I was the same old me with the same old blues
Then you touched my life just by holding my hand
Now I look in the mirror and see a brand new girl

I got a brand new walk
A brand new smile
Since I met you, baby
I got a brand new style

Just because of you, boy
Just because of you

I got the same old friends, they got the same old sins
I tell the same old jokes, give the same old grins
But now the jokes sound new and the laughter does too
Everyday of my life is fresh as morning dew

Just because of you, boy
Just because of you

I go to the same old places
See the same old faces
Look at the same old skies
See them all with brand new eyes

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Monday, August 16, 2010

New York, New York - Lyrics - Brave Combo

Title: New York, New York
Artist: Brave Combo
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today, I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Brand New Something Going On - Lyrics - Andy Griggs

Title: Brand New Something Going On
Artist: Andy Griggs
Composer(s): Jamie Hartford, Don Cook

Lyric:
I packed my bag, I picked a fight
I left for good just the other night
I don't feel light like I thought it would
I can't go home like I wished I could

'Cause something's up, I can tell
She's takin' my leaving just a little too well
She ain't been sufferin' by herself, since I've been gone
Yeah, my baby's got a brand new something goin' on

I get dressed up, I go downtown
I do my best just to track her down
Our old friends, Lord they don't say much
She's out of town and she's out of touch

'Cause something's up, I can tell
She's takin' my leaving just a little too well
She ain't been sufferin' by herself, since I've been gone
Yeah, my baby's got a brand new something goin' on

Ain't no note, ain't no news
Ain't no clothes and there ain't no shoes
There ain't no car left in the drive
There ain't woman livin' here tonight

'Cause something's up, I can tell
She's takin' my leaving just a little too well
She ain't been sufferin' by herself, since I've been gone
Oh, my baby's got a brand new something goin' on

Something's up, I can tell
She's takin' my leaving just a little too well
She ain't been sufferin' by herself, since I've been gone
Oh, my baby's got a brand new something
Yo, my baby's got a brand new something goin' on

Here she comes
Ha, there she goes

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

A Brand New Me - Lyrics - The Iceman Cometh/Ice on Ice - Jerry Butler

Title: A Brand New Me
Album: The Iceman Cometh/Ice on Ice
Artist: Jerry Butler
Composer(s): Theresa Bell, Jerry Butler, Kenneth Gamble

Lyric:
This is my same old coat
These are my same old shoes
It was the same old me
With the same old blues

Oh, then you touched my life
Just by holding my hand
And when I look in the mirror
I see a brand new girl, oh me

Just because of you, boy
Just because of you whoa, oh, oh
Just because of you, boy
Just because of you

I got the same old friends
And they've got the same old sins
I tell them the same old jokes
And I get the same old grins

But now the joke is on you
It happened somehow with you
Everyday of my life
I'm as fresh as morning dew

Just because of you
Just because of you, whoa, oh, oh, oh
Just because of you, boy
Just because of you

I go to the same old places
I see the same old faces
I look at the same old sky
See it all with brand new eye

I got a brand new boy
And I got me a brand new smile
Since I found you, baby
I got me a brand new style

Just because of you, boy
Just because of you, oh, I feel good
Just because of you, boy
Just because of you, oh, I feel good

Just because of you, boy
Hey, just because of you, yes, I do
Just because of you, boy
Just because of you, oh, it feels good

Just because of you, boy
Yeah, just because of you
Just because of you, boy
Just because, because, because of you

Just because of you, boy
Ooh, boy
Just because of you, boy
Ooh, boy
Just because of you, boy
Ooh, boy

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Sherri - Lyrics - Devil's Playground - Billy Idol

Title: Sherri
Album: Devil's Playground
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): Billy Idol

Lyric:
Come home, it's a brand new day
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway
Come on, there's a devil to pay
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway

Sherri's on the run
'Cause no one seems to listen
There's something deep inside
Heartfelt that she's missing

They are not in your shoes
They are not you, poor fools
You know it's a world of confusion
All usin' and self-abusin', so

Come home, it's a brand new day
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway
Come on, there's a devil to pay
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway

When I'm out having fun
The whole world seems to glisten
She said, "There's a fire going on
The choppers ain't detecting"

She said, "We have such simple views
So I must see inside of you"
Now that my world is changing
C'mon back, I should be celebrating, so

Come home, it's a brand new day
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway
Come on, there's a devil to pay
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway

Duckin' in and out
Hiding from authority
Sittin' in a wayside home
I said, "Come back to me"

Duckin' in and out
Hiding from authority
Sittin' in a wayside home
I said, "Come back to me"

Come home, it's a brand new day
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway
Come on, there's a devil to pay
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway

This is a day in a life as it happens
Play by play, minute by minute
This is the way of life as it happens
Day by day, hour by hour

Come home, it's a brand new day
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway
Come on, there's a devil to pay
Come home, my Sherri, Sherri runaway

Sherri runaway
Sherri runaway
Sherri run a'
Come home, there's a brand new, brand new day

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Southern Girls - Lyrics - In Color - Cheap Trick

Title: Southern Girls
Album: In Color
Artist: Cheap Trick
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen, Tom Petersson

Lyric:
I've been north, I've been east to the California beach
There's only one place I know where to find you
And all you Southern girls got a way with your words and you show it

You say hump and I'll jump, you say go and I'll know
Waste no time getting so close to you
And you'll never run way when you find out why I wanted to find you

Ooh baby, need some brand new shoes
Get out on the street, you got nothing to lose
You rock me and you're crazy and everyone says it
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose

I've been up I've been down, I've been weak I've been strong
But I never met someone like you
And you'll never run away when you find why I wanted to find you

You say hump and I'll jump, you say go and I'll know
Waste no time getting so close to you
All you Southern girls got a way with your words and you show it

Ooh baby, need some brand new shoes
Get out on the street, you got nothing to lose
You rock me and you're crazy and everyone says it
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose

You think this boy, he loves you
Southern girls, you make it hard oh, so hard

I've been north, I've been east to the California beach
There's only one place I know where to find you
And all you Southern girls got a way with your words and you show it

Ooh baby, need some brand new shoes
Get out on the street, you got nothing to lose
You rock me and you're crazy and everyone says it
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose

Southern girls
Southern girls
Southern girls

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Southern Girls - Lyrics - Everclear

Title: Southern Girls
Artist: Everclear
Composer(s): Rick Nielsen, Tom Petersson

Lyric:
I been north, I been east to the California beach
There's only one place I know where to find you
And you southern girls got a way
With your words and you show it

You say hump and I'll jump, you say go and I know
Waste no time getting so close to you
And you remember the way to find out
That I wanted to thank you

Ooh, baby needs some brand new shoes
You get out on the street, you got nothing to lose
I feel you're crazy and everyone says it
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose

I've been up, I've been down
I've been weak, I've been strong
But I've never met someone like you
And you'll never know that if I found you I'd thank you

You say hump and I'll jump, you say go and I know
Waste no time getting so close to you
And all you southern girls got a way
With your words and you show it

Ooh, baby needs some brand new shoes
You get out on the street, you got nothing to lose
And I feel you're crazy and everyone says it, yeah
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose

You might think this boy loves you, southern girl
You can make it hard, oh, so hard

I been north, I been east to the California beach
There's only one place I know where to find you
And you southern girls got a way
With your words and you show it

Ooh, baby needs some brand new shoes
Yeah, you get out on the street, you got nothing to lose
I feel you're crazy and everyone says it, yeah
Southern girls, you got nothing to lose
Yeah, southern girls, you got nothing to lose
Southern girls, southern girls, southern girls

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Baby Put Your Clothes On - Lyrics - Tracy Byrd

Title: Baby Put Your Clothes On
Artist: Tracy Byrd
Composer(s): Buddy Cannon, Paul Overstreet, Bill Anderson

Lyric:
Baby, put your clothes on, put on those brand new shoes
I wanna take you downtown, I got a little blues to lose
Wanna see you dancing, swinging to a country song
I love to show you off, baby, put your clothes on

We been sittin 'round here doin' nothin'
Maybe we could use a little belt-buckle rubbin'
Where the lights are low and the music's fine
It wouldn't hurt us none to have a little you and me time

Baby, put your clothes on and paint up those pretty lips
Slip on those cool blue jeans, ones that ride low on your hips
Gonna make some heads turn, little girl you look so strong
I love to show you off, baby, put your clothes on, yeah now

Baby, put your clothes on, put on those brand new shoes
I wanna take you downtown, I got a little blues to lose
Wanna see you dancing, swinging to a country song
I love to show you off, baby, put your clothes on

We been sittin 'round here doin' nothin'
Maybe we could use a little belt-buckle rubbin'
Where the lights are low and the music's fine
It wouldn't hurt us none to have a little you and me time

Baby, put your clothes on, slip on those brand new shoes
I wanna take you downtown, I got a little blues to lose
Wanna see you dancing, swinging to a country song
I love to show you off, baby, put your clothes on
Oh, I love to show you off, baby, put your clothes on, oh yeah, oh yeah

Baby, how 'bout putting on that little top, you know
The one that will surely turn me on?
Why edit, slip in that belly botton ring I bought you for Christmas last year
You know I like it, there you go

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Theme From New York New York - Lyrics - Sinatra: New York (4 CD/1 DVD) - Frank Sinatra

Title: Theme From New York New York
Album: Sinatra: New York (4 CD/1 DVD)
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreadin' the news
I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These Vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I'm, "A" number one
Top of the list
King of the hill, "A" number one

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

And if I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York
New York

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

New York, New York - Lyrics - David Hasselhoff

Title: New York, New York
Artist: David Hasselhoff
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York
And if I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York, New York

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

New York, New York - Lyrics - Bolton Swings Sinatra - Michael Bolton

Title: New York, New York
Album: Bolton Swings Sinatra
Artist: Michael Bolton
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

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Lyric:
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York, yeah
If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York, New York

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New York, New York - Lyrics - Live at the Meadowlands - Frank Sinatra

Title: New York, New York
Album: Live at the Meadowlands
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

My little town blues
They are melting away
I gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up in that city
That never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the list
Head of the heap
King of the hill

These are little town blues
They have all melted away
I am about to make a brand new start of it
Right there in old New York

And you bet [Incomprehensible] baby
If I can make it there
You know, I'm gonna make it just about anywhere
Come on, come through
New York, New York, New York

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

How Gangstas Roll - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: How Gangstas Roll
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Marvin P Gaye, James Nyx, Crystal Slayton, Paul Michael Slayton, Leroy Williams

Lyric:
You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm higher than a top flite, throwed 'em like a splitter
My pockets keep gettin' bigger 'cuz I'm one bad figga
Boppas 'n' gold diggaz on the track, at work
I'm hurtin' feelins in dat Benz wit a deuce and a Squirt

I'm a filibuster for hustlers, invadin' dem mark bustaz
Leanin' like I'm on crutches as I ski taste slurp
Swangin' and woodworkin', convertin' these closed curtains
For certain, I better not spill no purple drank on my shirt

I'm hustle for occupation, I'm grindin', paper chasin'
These boys are steady hatin', so this pistol, I'm embracin'
Dat Lac is so amazin' and da elbows is skatin'
Cranker wires 'n' vogue tires, one hell of collaboration

Amos, Farris 'n' Slaton, we, Jordan, Jackson 'n' Pippen
Banana clip for dem snitches tryin' to monkey wrench my pimpin'
Never been caught slippin' 'cuz dat glock, I hold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

I'm comin' down in a candy Lac, old skool
Wavin' trunk on dem punks, act a fool
Tippin' paint, drippin' wet like a pool
Breakin' brews, neck cool, it's full of jewels

Rumor is dat dem jackass on da sideline, schemin' and plottin'
But my mind on dem boppaz, if I spot 'em I got 'em
I got slabs, I got foreigns wit da seats, all plush
I got brandy wine gloss, baby, please don't touch

I got 20s, I got 4s I got screens and such
Boppaz yappin' 'cuz they say I tend to cap too much
I got starch in my jeans and da crease so sharp
Headlights on my ear when the night get dark

White ones on my toes, brand new, out the box
Interior decorate the watch, I'm connectin the dots
I got stocks, I got money, that's a fat billfold
Now let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

Hatin' is so contagious, these days, there's no cure
This new outbreak creatin' is out of hand for sure
These boys are steady lyin', my money is multiplyin'
Look close, there's no denyin', them boys softer than fur

Killa kush smoke, I blow as the lungs inhale
Gangsta leanin' on dat oil, I got a story to tell
Laws trippin' when they see me askin', "What's that smell?"
Raw FedEx-ed me some x pills, we call it email

Lights, camera, action, I'm the shit and I show it
A young gangsta hood boy, so fly and I know it
Steady breakin' boys off, 5 karat in earlobe
Givin' somethin' that you can feel, my swangas is in vogue

I'm too cool for school, all work no play
Impeccable with this pen, I got somethin' to say
My repertoire is throwed, I follow the G code
Let me tell ya how I roll, come on

You can catch me ridin' in da Lac top down, seat back
Keepin' heat up on my lap, I'm throwed, I'm throwed
Every hood that I'm in, white cup in my hand
Blowin' kush in the wind, I'm blowed, I'm blowed

Any day of da week, new grill, new piece
From my head to my feet, I'm cold, I'm cold
New shoes on my ride, bad bitch on my side
Man, dat's how gangstas roll, dat's how gangstas roll

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

Akshon (Yeah!) - Lyrics - Monster - Killer Mike

Title: Akshon (Yeah!)
Album: Monster
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Michael Render, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Archie Hall

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Lyric:
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
'Cos reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubblin' uneasy like the bowels of hell, boo
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah
KILL this is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain

My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monsterous music to beat in your 'lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back

Lean to da left if you burnin' a sac
Baby, got back and it's in baby phat
Pardon me dog for chasin' the cat
I'm hittin' all kittens meowin' like that

I like the front but I'm lovin' the back
I like to bite and I'm hopin' she scratch
Escalade dippin' I'm holdin' the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowin' my brain

Ain't the the life?
Snappin' and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handlin' pipe
I'll wit a pill she handle it right like Iverson
Smallest thing on the team but the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one

Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah

Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Woofers and tweeters
And speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk, yeah

How we gon' stop? Whoa
How we gone quit? Shit
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this

Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Duckin' you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe

This boy he real
Racin' those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks

Santana Moss when catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all

Ready to rip, burn, roar
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took the whole world and murdered that shit
Caught the beat runnin' and dipped with that bitch
Later for now I'm hustlin' hits
Flippin' my words like bricks, trick

Thump, thump, thump, thump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Grindin' and hustlin' and gettin' at mine
Swervin' and token and grippin' on pine, eyah

Bump, bump, bump, bump, yeah
All in your trunk, yeah
Woofers and tweeters
And speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk, yeah

New, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New new for you you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you

That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you
That new, new, that new, new
New, new for you, you
New, new for you, you

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Akshon (Yeah!) (Madden '04 Remix) - Lyrics - Killer Mike

Title: Akshon (Yeah!) (Madden '04 Remix)
Artist: Killer Mike
Composer(s): Michael Render, Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Archie Hall

Lyric:
Yeah! Killer keeps it honest
Cause reality is perception with a weak stomach
Bubbling uneasy like the bowels of hell
(Boo!)
Enough to make a black ghost turn pale

Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!

K I L L
This is the name that came to alter the game
Not like these rappers who spit it the same
Separate lames from they chain

My mind don't slack
I'm totally focused on beating up tracks
Monstrous music to beat in your 'Lac
1000 watt amp with woofers in back
Lean to da left if you burning a sac
Baby got back and its in Baby Phat

Pardon me dog for chasing the cat
I'm hittin' all kittens meowing like that
I like the front but I'm loving the back
I like to bite and I'm hoping she scratch
Escalade dipping I'm holding the lane
Mama's a scholar she blowing my brain

Ain't the the life?
Snapping and trappin' and rappin' and frappin' all night
Lil mama's a plumber she handling pipe
I'll wit a pill she handle it right
Like Iverson, the smallest thing on the team
But the livest one
Cocked loaded bust like a gun
Y'all better run, one, one!

Thump, thump, thump, thump yeah
All in your trunk yeah
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine
Swerving and token and grippin' on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump
All in your trunk
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk

How we gon' stop
How we gone quit shit!
Brand new shoes and socks on the Chevy
I came through swerving like this
Good wit the game, gutter fo' show
Ducking you lames and obstacles
Don't get that ass in a hospital
Wrapped in a cast from head to toe

This boy he real!
Racing those candy Sevilles through Dixie Hills
My car do wheelies they drive on three wheels
First round pick like Michael Vick
Quarterback status throw passes at chicks
Santana Moss When catching the ball
Get it? Like Moss she catches the ball
Perfectly tuned my engine don't stall
And I'm equipped with nitros y'all

Ready to rip, burn, roar!
Ready to tear through your city and tour
Took The Whole World and murdered that shit!
Caught the beat running and dipped with that bitch!
Later for now I'm hustling hits
Flipping my words like bricks, trick!

Thump, thump, thump, thump yeah
All in your trunk yeah
Grinding and hustling and getting at mine
Swerving and token and grippin' on pine
Bump, bump, bump, bump
All in your trunk
Woofers and tweeters and speakers and geekers
Crawl in your bunk

New, new! That new new!
New new for you you!
New new for you you!
That new new! That new new!
New new for you you!
New new for you you!
That new new! That new new!
New new for you you!
New new for you you!
That new new! That new new!
New new for you you!
New new for you you!

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Ain'T Got You - Lyrics - One Love - Blue

Title: Ain'T Got You
Album: One Love
Artist: Blue
Composer(s): Duncan James, Lee Ryan, Mikkel Eriksen, Simon Webbe, Anthony Costa, Tor Erik Hermansen, Hallgeir Rustan

Lyric:
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

If you think I got it all
By the way that I'm living
Fast money on a roll
Then I think you be mistaken

If you think I have enough
Got more that I'm needing
It's not like that at all
You don't have to believe me

If I'm not what you're looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I'm not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

Now you know what I'm about
And the streets that I come from
Unreasonable doubt
Don't tell me that you have none

On top of the world
Like nothing's missing
Never thought I need a girl
But then I found myself wishing

If I'm not what you're looking for
Please tell me and I will go
I'm not gonna waste your time
Please tell me if you wanna be mine

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I try every single day too
Get by every night I pray too
Survive everything I say and do

I try every single day too
Get by every night I pray too
Survive everything I say and do

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

Got a shelf full of books, so?
Got a room full of clothes, so?
Got a house that I stay, so?
I ain't got you

Got a box full of shoes, so?
Got a brand new phone, so?
Got the studio booked, so?
I ain't got you

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what
I say Blue, you say what
Blue, what, Blue, what

I ain't got you

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