Break On Through - Lyrics - Sham 69

Title: Break On Through
Artist: Sham 69
Composer(s): Robbie Kreiger, John Densmore, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek

Lyric:
You know the day destroys the night
The night destroys the day
So break on through, break on through

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Yes, I love to love
Yes, I love to love
I'm gonna break on through, break on through

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

I find an island in your arms
A country in your eyes
So break on through, break on through

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

The day destroys the night
The night destroys the day
So break on through, break on through

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

So where are we going now?

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Break On Through - Lyrics - The Doors - The Doors

Title: Break On Through
Album: The Doors
Artist: The Doors
Composer(s): Robbie Kreiger, John Densmore, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek

Lyric:
You know the day destroys the night
Night divides the day
Tried to run
Tried to hide

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side, yeah

We chased our pleasures here
Dug our treasures there
But can you still recall
The time we cried?

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side

Everybody loves my baby
Everybody loves my baby
She get, she get
She get, she get high

I found an island in your arms
Country in your eyes
Arms that chain
Eyes that lie

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, auh, oh, yeah

Made the scene, week to week
Day to day, hour to hour
The gate is straight
Deep and wide

Break on through to the other side
Break on through to the other side
Break on through, break on through
Break on through, break on through
Hey hey hey hey
Hey hey hey hey hey

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Beyond The Hype - Lyrics - Mc Lyte

Title: Beyond The Hype
Artist: Mc Lyte
Composer(s): Lana Moorer, Brett Mazur, Richard Wolf

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Lyric:
I am back on the scene
I'm takin' it to the extreme
New plan, I've been schemin'
Raw type stuff, I know you've been feedin'

Waitin' for such a long time
For MC Lyte to drop another dope rhyme
Well, I deliver as quick as you call my name
I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame

So now, I prove to you
That I can shake you, groove you and move you too
I am too much to bear
To touch and then share

Once you've had one taste, one touch, one bite
All you want is MC Lyte
And I deliver as quick as you call my name
I'm beyond the hype, beyond the fame

We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, beyond the hype
We got to try to break on through

Can't you see I'm beyond the hype
And all that type of jazz and pizazz
I'm into reality
Forget the fantasy, this is me

Beyond the hype, so don't believe
What you read, 'cause they'll deceive
So now I come to you
Telling no lies, the truth is in my eyes

Unlike the broadcasters on the news
Who try to tell you the don'ts and the do's
The media blows things out of proportion
The public's eye proceed with caution

It's a dog eat dog world
But we'll be alright
All we gots to do is stick together
And move beyond the hype

We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, beyond the hype
We got to try to break on through, beyond the hype

We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through

You must trust when I say I'm here to stay
And believe I'll never leave
Haste makes waste
The track is all that so pick up the pace

Forget the rumors, gossip, shit talk
Besides that's old news and that can walk
I'm beyond that, you are also
Release the negative vibe and let it go

So now I come to you
Bearing gifts that certainly uplift
From coast to coast, Midwest, I'm the most
But still not on a high post

I'm comin', just call my name
Beyond the hype, beyond the fame
'Down to Earth', I'm just that type
To take you and move beyond the hype

We got to try to move beyond, beyond the hype
We got to try to break on through, to the extreme
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, I'm comin'

We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, I'm comin'
We got to try to move beyond, I'm comin'
We got to try to break on through, beyond the hype

I'm comin', I'm comin', I'm comin'
To the extreme
Beyond the hype, beyond the hype

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Break Ya Neck - Lyrics - Genesis - Busta Rhymes

Title: Break Ya Neck
Album: Genesis
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Mike Elizondo, John Frusciante, Michael Balzary, Chad Smith, Trevor Smith, Scott Storch, Andre Young, Anthony Kiedis

Lyric:
Yea, check it out, see
The only thing you need to do right here is
Is nod your fuckin' head, yeah, yeah
Break ya fuckin' neck, bitches
Yeah, yeah, here we go now

Where we goin' now? Where we goin' now?
Give it away, give it away, give it away, now
Give it away, give it away, give it away, now
Just give it away, nigga, yeah, here we go, now

Tell me wat'chu really wanna do?
(Come here, ma)
Talk to a nigga, talk with me
You look like you could really give it to a nigga
From the way you talk and the way ya try to walk for me

The way you really try to put it on a God
Doin' it like ya never did before for me
The way you break yo' back and I break yo' neck
And the way you try to put it on the floor for me
(Come on)
Come on
(Come on)
Oh yeah

Tell me where my niggas is at?
(Okay)
Lemme address y'all niggas one time
While I lock that down and I hit'cha wit that
(Wit what?)
That bomb shit, y'all niggas gone all day
Be the nigga in the drop

Y'all niggas know every time I come through
This motherfucker, where we always takin' the ride
(So, let me blow this bitch)
Y'all niggas know when we come, we be makin' it flop
The way we makin' it hot'll make a nigga wanna stop

Get money then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood bang yo' head
'Til you break your motherfuckin' head for me

Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets

So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga

Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck

Come along, now
(Let's put it down, nigga)
When I bounce back and you know I done caught my breath
Y'all niggas all know how we do
When the way we bang niggas in the head
And we do it to death

(Reach for dem back woods)
That fire boy, you know we bakin' an ounce
I know you love the way we be givin' you the music
Makin' you bounce
Now, fuck it up just a little for my niggas

Every time we come through
Niggas know that we did it for y'all
And the way we do it for the people
Niggas know we always give it to y'all

I said bounce
(Come on)
In the day time or the night, when ya creepin' along
Well, just bang this shit up in the truck
While you break yo' neck
Now, motherfucker try to figure my flow

See the way we come right through
(When we come right through!)
We be always blowin' the spot, again and again
And make a nigga really wanna stop

Better tell yo' crew, yo' peeps
All my niggas better put they troops on
And gather up your soldiers, nigga
You know you better keep yo' boots on

All my niggas in the place
Wave your hands high now and the way we put it down
Make a nigga wonder what he really gonna try now
What'cha really wanna do?

Just place your bet and put'cha money
Where ya mouth is
All my niggas in the street
Just break yo' neck and keep on bouncin'

Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets

So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga

Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck

Here we go and you know every time
Busta-Bus be holdin' the fort
My nigga, watch how we shuttin' it down
The way we put it on, comin' through like a steamroller

Me and Dre, nigga, ain't no fuckin' around
My nigga, yeah whattup?
(What?)
Me and my team got a link
'Cuz you know we stay choppin' it up
And when get up in the club

Or how my niggas at the bar how we lockin' it up
And we get a little and we get a little
(High, drunk)
And we get a little
(Crunk, come on)

Lemme give y'all niggas some shit
That'll make you wanna bang this out yo' trunk
(Come on)
Get money then cash that check for me
All my niggas just bust yo' tech for me
Everybody from every hood, bang yo' head
'Til you break yo' motherfuckin' neck for me

Just let me give you real street shit
To ride in yo' shit with recline yo' seat
Rewind this heat, keep bouncin' up
And down these streets

So nod yo' head and
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga

Bang yo' head until you start to
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck, nigga
Break yo' neck

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Crash Da Club - Lyrics - Lil Wyte

Title: Crash Da Club
Artist: Lil Wyte
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Patrick Earl Lanshaw

Lyric:
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart

When the fuck you gon' start recognize that life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane?

I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese and this 'bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders

I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it, whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesitant ta pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, it's everlasting, ain't 'bouta stop

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

Aiyo, smoke something, choke something, get real nice
We ain't gon', fall on our face but we gon' be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work

You with them freaks, I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's, I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U T P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D I E

Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank VSOP until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err' time
They never handle they business but staying in line

Seeking you will find, the loaded up 9
Wanted at 'cha 'cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a one of a kind
Tooken up yo golds, nigga, get ready ta blind

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season, ain't no reason, ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya glock
I still don't feel you, mane

'Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confess, I ain't 'bout shit but if you think ta cross me, bitch
You'll end up stanky, walk the planky and empty out your pockets, bitch

Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing daily I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'

Causing problem, dodging bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage, making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

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Crash Da Club [Remix] - Lyrics - Doubt Me Now - Lil Wyte

Title: Crash Da Club [Remix]
Album: Doubt Me Now
Artist: Lil Wyte
Composer(s): Paul Beauregard, Jordan Houston, Patrick Earl Lanshaw

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Lyric:
Ah yeah, Hypnotize Minds, wassup Lil' Wyte, featuring Juvenile
Crash the mothafuckin' club, the remix
And it's goin' down for you hoes like this
Multiple Memphis scares, outlining your insides wit' bars
Grippin' your nina hard, bitch my blood inhaled by heart

When the fuck you gon' start recognize that life is a game
And it's always the same them dice you rolling ain't 'bouta change
I'm snatchin' your chain, reimbursing you with some pain
It's all over mane, in which direction he makes a zane?

I ain't 'bout that fame, I'm 'bout the cheese and this 'bouta bring
So fuck your hoe name, with you my faith was lacking some things
I'm starting all over with composition sticky like doja
And I thought I told ya when I come through I'm crushing like boulders

I'm hard ta top, shoot at plenty I bet it's gon' knock it, whatever I drop
But even your beef can't touch what I got
You wildin' or not, if is so bring all your beef ta the spot
Hope you got your glock, I'm strapped with no hesitant ta pop
So back your words up and keep on choking out on that cock
You like it or not, it's everlasting, ain't 'bouta stop

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

Aiyo, smoke something, choke something, get real nice
We ain't gon', fall on our face but we gon' be right
Look, police ain't around when I do my dirt
Becuz I map it all loud and then I put in work

You with them freaks, I be in the streets
Y'all be wearing them Bee's, I be wearing Ree's
Running wit' my g's from the U T P
This is where I'm gonna be until I D I E

Wodie, it's goin' down from the Easy Bay ta the West Bay
Where niggaz drank VSOP until they breath stank
Bitch gatta say something, err' time
They never handle they business but staying in line

Seeking you will find, the loaded up 9
Wanted at 'cha 'cuz it of fa' stealin' my mind
Juvenile and Three-6 thats a one of a kind
Tooken up yo golds, nigga, get ready ta blind

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

I'm 'Bouta crash da club, break the law
Throw some chairs, crack your jaw
If it's killing season, ain't no reason, ain't no need ta stale
I'm the one put here ta absorb all this energy and pain
Non stop pop from the top of the clip in ya glock
I still don't feel you, mane

'Cause of that, ground the coke and now I'm puffin' a pound of dro
When I'm on that level and wit' my killaz you will be found on the flo'
I must confess, I ain't 'bout shit but if you think ta cross me, bitch
You'll end up stanky, walk the planky and empty out your pockets, bitch

Break da law, break your leg, crash da club and crack your neck
Wit' these issues that I'm facing daily I should tote a tec
Get respect that's no option, all the haters filled with toxin'
Walk right through the center of the crowd and pistols get ta flossin'

Causing problem, dodging bullets, soon as I corrupt the scene
Leaving damage, making havoc reaction fuckin' with me
Chair to your bizack go through my head when you ignite the flame
Lead to your bizack of your hizead before it hit your brain

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something
We 'bouta crash da club, throw some chairs
Break, break, break, break, break something

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Break 'Em Off - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: Break 'Em Off
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Phil Baxter

Lyric:
I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Now I gotta work my wood grain wheel
Poppin? trunks, poppin? grills, still poppin? seals
High up in the hill with my mind on mill
Piece of chain swingin?, bank roll, shiny grill

Baby, I got million dollar dreams with my mind on cream
I?m in that mean green machine, clean on 19s
Flat screens in the headrest, swingin? like a swing set
Brandy wine, paint wet, comin? down, that's a fact

I?m in the 'Lac, chasin? broads like a lesbian
Full of that kush flower, I?m breakin' off pedestrians
Higher than the street light, floatin? like a parachute
Buzzin? like a bumblebee, mustard green Bentley Coupe

Young gangsta, mac game, sharper than a thumbtack
Breakin? ?em off, makin? all the boppers attract
Then they watch me, I?m rocked up
Fully loaded and slabbin?, tryin? to hit it and quit it
And walk off like Big Poppi, break ?em off

Break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Ay, ay, I pull up like this, untouchable white wrist
I?m hotter than warm piss, berry, grape, Sunkist
The truck, gold mist, five 50, slow, buddy
Bentley Continental with the mink floors, dummy

Paul Wall money, that?s expensive taste
And ?em frilly ass fools, we send ?em to my space
I?ma break ?em off until the backbone broken
Stainless steel, drop Phantom, leave the top open

Shit done hit the fan, better cover your nose
And the kush done start burnin?, better cover your clothes
Concrete crumblin?, glass shootin' lazers
Crawlin? and cuttin? up on 24 razors

I?ma show ?em how to make the slab look phenomenal
Chasin? paper in the mornin?, call me Houston Chronicle
Hold on, then you buckle up the seat belt
Swisha House, Young Don, capital TF

I'ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

Oh really, I'm higher than the satellite, crawlin? like a baby
Maneuverin? through the traffic like I?m Tracy McGrady
Still choppin? on ?em buttons, I?m struttin? and lookin? fresh
Switch hittin? like Bergman, this is ballin? at its best

In that minute, may drop it with retractable roof
Finer than wood, wavin? the hood, student loans on the two
The fifth wheel on the ground and the trunk in the air
Paul Wall, baby, I?m the definition of playa

My skills is so ill when workin? that wood wheel
Tippin? 4s like a waiter, beware of the overseer
Wide screen mind frame, panoramic pimpin?
I?m sippin? on that Osama, baby, leanin? like I?m limpin'

In that 2 seater feeder, it?s me and a senorita
3 ounces up in the liter and it?s ten up in the heater
Mackin? a mamacita, runnin? game like a cheetah
I?m knockin? ?em out the park, similar to Derek Jeter

Break ?em off, break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma break ?em, I?ma break ?em off real bad
I?ma show 'em, pourin' up a deuce and ridin' slab

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Breakaway - Lyrics - Rooty - Basement Jaxx

Title: Breakaway
Album: Rooty
Artist: Basement Jaxx
Composer(s): Simon Ratcliffe, Felix Buxton, Beloyd Taylor

Lyric:
I, I've got to break away
'Cause no one out there
Listens to a single word I say
I, I've got to break away
'Cause no one out there
Listens to a single word I say, say, say

I, I've gotta get away
I'm living the same old shit
Each and every damn day
I, have gotta get away
I'm living the same old shit
Each and every damn day

I'm on fire
And I've got to, got to
I'm on fire
And I've got to, got to

I've had enough of this
Got to break it through

I, I've got to break away
'Cause no one out there
Listens to a single word I say
I, I've got to break away
'Cause no one out there
Listens to a single word I say, say, say

I, I've gotta get away
I'm living the same old shit
Each and every damn day
I, I've gotta get away
I'm living the same old shit
Each and every damn day

I'm on fire
And I've got to, got to
I'm on fire
And I've got to, got to
I'm on fire
And I've got to, got to
I'm on fire

Break out
I'm on fire
Break out
I've had enough of this
Got to break it through

Got to leave all this trouble
Living life on the double
And my mind's going mad
In emotional muddle

Can't see, can't think
All trapped in a bubble
All I want is to
Break out

Break out, break out
Break out, break out
Break out, break out
Break out, break out
Break out, break out
Break out, break out
Break out, break out

And you can't put me out
I've had enough of this
Gotta break it through

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The Cruise - Lyrics - Rentals

Title: The Cruise
Artist: Rentals
Composer(s): Matthew Kelly Sharp

Lyric:
And we sing
(Out of tune)
Come on

There's so many of you, so many people I see
So many of you that I'd like to meet
There's so many things we could do
If you only knew

Jump with you, sleep with you, cheat on our soul mates and find
That some people care and some they don't mind
It don't matter we do what we do
As we break on through

And we sing
Out of tune
We are on the cruise
(The cruise)

Optimistic right now, maybe I am
I know how so many people hate that
They'd rather see you lose
And drag you in the hole they're into

Jump with you, laugh with you
Babble while they criticize
Let them say what they say, no I really don't mind
Just let them do what they do as we break on through

And we sing
Out of tune
We are on the cruise
(The cruise)

Sleep with you
Deceive with you
Laugh with you
Break on through to the cruise

Yeah
And we sing
Out of tune
We are on the cruise
(The cruise)
Yeah

There's so many of you, so many people I see
So many of you that I'd like to meet
So many things we could do on the cruise

We're on the cruise, we're on the cruise
We're on the cruise, we're on the cruise
We're on the cruise
(But mostly keep it alive)

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Hold On - Lyrics - Incredible - Mary Mary

Title: Hold On
Album: Incredible
Artist: Mary Mary
Composer(s): Warryn Campbell, Erica Atkins-Campbell, Trecina Atkins-Campbell, Francisco Santa Cruz

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Lyric:
Hold on, hold on to your faith
No matter what you been through
I know He'll make a way if you just hang on
Just a little longer, come on hold, hold, hold on to your faith

I know that you have asked yourself will things ever change?
And just the other day I asked the same thing
And the answer is plain for you and me to see
That all we gotta do is hold on

Hold on to your faith
No matter what you been through
I know He'll make a way if you just hang on
Just a little longer, come on hold, hold, hold on to your faith

Sometimes, sometimes I know you just feel like running
From all of the problems, they keep coming
But I know you won't break under pressure
'Cause You know that God is with ya, if you feel me let me hear ya

Hold on, hold on to your faith
No matter what you been through
I know He'll make a way if you just hang on
Just a little longer, come on hold, hold, hold on to your faith

Keep on, keep on, don't ever stop
It may get hard don't give up now
You've come too far to turn around
You're gonna make it some way somehow, just

Hold on, hold on to your faith
No matter what you been through
I know He'll make a way if you just hang on
Just a little longer, come on hold, hold, hold on to your faith

Hold on, hold on to your faith
No matter what you been through
I know He'll make a way if you just hang on
Just a little longer, come on hold, hold, hold on to your faith

Hold on, hold on to your faith
No matter what you been through
I know He'll make a way if you just hang on
Just a little longer, come on hold, hold, hold on to your faith

Hold on, hold on to your faith
No matter what you been through
I know He'll make a way if you just hang on
Just a little longer, come on hold, hold, hold on to your faith

Hold on
Just hang on

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Corozon De Oro - Lyrics - Nofx

Title: Corozon De Oro
Artist: Nofx
Composer(s): Timothy Ross Armstrong

Lyric:
It's over before it starts, oh, don't you know
So on your marks, stand by, ready, go
From London to New York, Montreal to Tokyo
I see visions of her, everywhere I go

What have I become? Now that I'm alone

Well, I'm just looking for a way to break on through these walls
And I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home
And has anybody out there got a soul?
'Cause I'm just lookin' for the girl, the girl with a heart of gold

She only dreams the one's that count with her
Her champagne tastes, she goes
Straight down the rat hole with her total recklessness
And the tomorrow will come on through
And I got nothing but a battered mentor
Nothing but a silhouette girl mentored in darkness, I sing

What have I become? Now that I'm alone

Well, I'm just looking for a way to break on through these walls
And I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home
And has anybody out there, got a soul?
'Cause I'm just looking for the girl, the girl with a heart of gold
I said, I'm just looking for the girl, the girl with a heart of gold

Yeah and I'm in the corner, I start over
Let's start the whole slate clean, yeah
All the pain and heartache in all my years, I was always to blame
And I dream of this girl, yeah an intelligent ghost
A [inaudible] chick to my neighborhood

I'm a downtown chamber in the front line
Oh, don't let me be misunderstood
Oh, I'm a downtown member in the front line
Eh, don't let me be misunderstood

Heart of gold

Well, I'm just looking for a way to break on through these walls
And I'm just looking for a place that I can call my home
And has anybody out there, got a soul?
'Cause I'm just looking for the girl, the girl with a heart of gold
I said, I'm just looking for the girl, the girl with a heart of gold

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Joy - Lyrics - Cookbook - Missy Elliott

Title: Joy
Album: Cookbook
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Mike Jones

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Lyric:
Joy
Joy
Joy, so sick
Joy

Timbo, what they do, they try to be like Missy but they have no clue
On how I'm spittin' over beats the way I move
I move so smooth in my shell toe shoes
Now put the needle on the record, show 'n' prove

Since ninety-two, I came to win and never lose
They try to stop a chubby chick from comin' through
My belly out and sellin' out these venues
My skills, will fulfill, those who drink booze

My attitude is super cool like I'm subdued
And those who fake, I take on you and your dudes
I rule the streets I break 'em down with no tools
And Misdemeanor give the finger to y'all fools

Whoever doubted that I'm 'bout it check the news
And if you snooze on me this year your ass will lose
'Cause I will bruise, my loose screws is like, ooh
When I come out get your release dates moved

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year y'all gon' all lose sleep

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC, when I
Break, break, b-b-break, break, break

I flow over a beat that make a chick weave blow
And those who try to compete to the wall I throw
So I drop it low, 808 kick low
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

Mr. Mos', this beat he compose
While I kill the track, leave your ears decomposed
Fake rappers, this year your lies will be exposed
Like oh oh-oh oh, oh Missy steal the show

Spit on break beats, make rappers lose sleep
Make labels unable drop they artists on leak
I keep 'em knee deep, need me, be me
Hardly, and basically, I do it nice and slow

I'm slowin', the track down, so you don't miss the shit
That Misdemeanor talkin' like that chronic get you super high

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC
Oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

This year y'all gon' all lose sleep
When I break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'
This year you hear a real MC
Break 'em off somethin', break 'em off somethin'

See I'm a pimp that's on my grind, I hustle like all the time
I speak what's on my mind, my teeth'll make you blind
My heat'll lay you down, whenever you come around
Forsaken out there mistreated your life'll be deleted

'Cause I don't play dat, you know I don't play dat
Wherever you talkin' noise is where you gon' lay at
I'm "Supa Dupa Fly" like Missy Missy
Before the fame majors used to diss me

But now I'm on top, I'm hot I can't stop
Before my deal came my shows was sold out
House been on the hill, diamonds been in my grill
I'm trill like U.G.K., you know I keep it real

I'm who, Mike Jones, Who? Mike Jones
Who? Mike Jones and I can't be cloned
2 8 1, 3 3 0, 8 0 0 4
That's my cell phone number, hit me on the low, I got

Hold up, I see a lot of folks in here sittin 'round like your shoes too tight
If you wear a size 10, don't cram yo' shit up in a size 6 ladies
Be proud of yo' big-big feet
We came to party up in this bitch

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To Da Break Of Dawn - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: To Da Break Of Dawn
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Williams, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)

All my sex involved as we get funky
Rhymes so bizarre everybody knows
When it come to a situation like this
Little more effects and I can't resist

So we get funky in the house, youknowmsayin?
L.L. Cool J style, what?
This ain't on a pop tip
Check it out

What is a panther? A animal that kills
I'm like a shark with blood comin' out the gills
You could never in your wildest dreams
Get a piece of this gangsta lean straight from Queens

Strong as liquor, to be seen in a limousine
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Wouldn't bite because your rhymes are puppy chow
Made another million, so competitors bow

Homeboy, hold on, my rhymes are so strong
Nothing could go wrong, so why do you prolong
Songs that ain't strong, brother, you're dead wrong
And got the nerve to have them Star Trek shades on

Ha, you can't handle the whole weight
Skin needs lotion, teeth need Colgate
Wise up, you little burnt up French fry
I'm that type of guy and I slammed you know just like a sumo

Put him in pampers, leave my drawers in his hamper
When I'm through, you need a brand-new identity
I was scoopin' girls before you lost your virginity
Your jam is just a dreamin' MC scheme

Gettin' crushed by a L.L. theme
Somethin' like Shaft, put you in a cask', bo!
You little blood-clot boy, you must not know
The rep I keep, the MC's I peep, sweep, play cheap

And freak with a chic unique technique
Get rid of the Yukmouth smile
'Cause brother, you ain't got no style

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah, keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Hey yo, that's kinda funky
But check this out here
(Rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah

Immaculate styles I use to abuse MC's, so light the fuse
And spread the news, you lose to the damager
Microphone manager, cold crush and bruise
And bandage a amateur, that amateur swingin' a hammer

From a body bag, so run and get your camera
Get a flick of the stiff dead-shot to get swift
But I'm the wrong brother to dance with
'Cause I don't need a partner to swing

Keep your eyes on the Cool J ring
Shootin' the gift, but you just don't shoot it right
You couldn't bust a grape in a fruit fight
Wouldn't throw a rock in a ghost town

So don't try to play post, clown, you know the L.L.'s back in town
And all the wanna-be sherrifs is gettin' shot down
Gimme that microphone
I'ma show you the real meaning of the danger zone

Stop dancin', get to walkin'
Shut your old mouth when young folks is talkin'
Huh, you little snake in the grass
You swing a hammer, but you couldn't break a glass

Gimme a lighter, woof! Now you're cut loose
From that Jherri curl juice, Cool J is back on the map
And when I see ya, I'ma give you a slap
That's right, a little kick for that crap
'Cause my old gym teacher ain't supposed to rap

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
Funk it up, I said keep on
(To da break of dawn)

(Yo, rock that shit)
(To da break of dawn)
Check this out
Yeah

How dare you stand beside me, I'm Cool, I freeze I C E
On your trail and I'ma cut that bull tail
You're disobedient with the wrong ingredients
But I'ma drink you down over the rocks

While I freak on your album cover jocks
You're gonna hear a real ill paragraph soon
I took the cover right home to the bathroom
In the immortal words of L.L., 'Hard as hell'

Your broad wears it well
She's the reason that your record sold a few copies
But your rhymes are sloppy
Like Oscar, and you're bound to get dropped

And stopped, I ain't Murray the cop
Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks
Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix
So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room tunes

You little hip-hop racoon, I'm not Scarface, but I want more beef
Before you rapped you was a downtown car thief
Workin' in a parking lot
A brother with a perm deserves to get burned

So tell me, how you like your coat cream?
On a cone, in a bowl, or in a wet dream?
With your TV on channel fuzz
Uncle L, that's how much damage he does
Here's 5 dollars, catch a taxi cab
Take your rhymes around the corner to the rap rehab

Keep on
(To da break of dawn)
Yeah
(To da break of dawn)
I say keep on
(To da break of dawn)

Just wanted to funk it up a little bit
My man Pete Rock is up in the crib
Youknowmsayin'? Over here at Marley Marl house
Just coolin' out, my man Clash in the house

Sippin' on this Bartles & Jaymes
Premium piece flavor out the cooler
Loungin' back

Keep on
Peace

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Bug A Boo - Lyrics - The Writings On The Wall - Destiny'S Child

Title: Bug A Boo
Album: The Writings On The Wall
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Lawrence Parker, Kandi Buruss, Beyonce Knowles, Le Toya Luckett, La Tavia Roberson, Kelendria Rowland

Lyric:
(Everybody on the floor)
East Side
(Everybody on the floor)
South Side
(Everybody on the floor)
North Side
(Everybody on the floor)
West Side
(Everybody on the floor)

We told you we was gonna give it to you raw
(Everybody on the floor)
We ain't do it right the first time
(Everybody on the floor)
We gonna do it right the second time
(Everybody on the floor)

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my E-mails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Come on, come on, come on
Yo who's buggin' who? Destiny is comin' through
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove

It's not hot that you be callin' me
Stressin' me, pagin' my beeper
You're just non stop and it's not hot
That you be leavin' me messages every 10 minutes

And then you stop by, when I first met you, you were cool
But it was game you had me fooled
'Cuz 20 minutes after I gave you my number
You already had my mailbox full

So what, you're talkin' 'bout your "Feeling you's"
So what, never told you to buy me shoes
So what, now you're rolling with an attitude
Plus the word on the streets is you're a bug a boo

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Come on, come on, come on
Yo who's buggin' who? Destiny is comin' through
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove

It's not hot that when I'm blockin' your phone number
You call me from over your best friend's house
And it's not hot that I can't even go out with my girlfriends
Without you trackin' me down

You need to chill out with that mess
'Cuz you can't keep havin' me stressed
'Cuz every time my phone rings it seems to be you
And I'm prayin' that it is someone else

So what? Ain't even like I knew you
So what? Tell your peoples I ain't feelin' you
So what? Don't call me I'll call you
'Cuz cupid ain't shoot me, he shot you

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Yo, Clef
What up? What up?
We ain't heard from you in a while
So break it down for the cheerin', Latin style

Destiny's Child remade numero uno
You wanna hate me now like Nas
'Cuz you dos, tres, quartro
Thugs still in the dance

Ain't no need to bust you're AK
We all can get along or we can do it Carlito's Way
'Cuz even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil, got the Lord present, standin' Eagle

Way before birth I had this whole book memorized
I roll with murderers that just got baptized
I be allowed to see through the eyes of Zion
The New Jerusalem so sing the hook and stop buggin'

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Hey, yo
It's the Refugee Camp

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Bug A Boo (Refugee Camp Remix) - Lyrics - This Is The Remix - Destiny'S Child

Title: Bug A Boo (Refugee Camp Remix)
Album: This Is The Remix
Artist: Destiny'S Child
Composer(s): Kevin Briggs, Lawrence Parker, Kandi Buruss, Beyonce Knowles, Le Toya Luckett, La Tavia Roberson, Kelendria Rowland

Lyric:
(Everybody on the floor)
East Side
(Everybody on the floor)
South Side
(Everybody on the floor)
North Side
(Everybody on the floor)
West Side
(Everybody on the floor)

We told you we was gonna give it to you raw
(Everybody on the floor)
We ain't do it right the first time
(Everybody on the floor)
We gonna do it right the second time
(Everybody on the floor)

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my E-mails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Come on, come on, come on
Yo who's buggin' who? Destiny is comin' through
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove

It's not hot that you be callin' me
Stressin' me, pagin' my beeper
You're just non stop and it's not hot
That you be leavin' me messages every 10 minutes

And then you stop by, when I first met you, you were cool
But it was game you had me fooled
'Cuz 20 minutes after I gave you my number
You already had my mailbox full

So what, you're talkin' 'bout your "Feeling you's"
So what, never told you to buy me shoes
So what, now you're rolling with an attitude
Plus the word on the streets is you're a bug a boo

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Come on, come on, come on
Yo who's buggin' who? Destiny is comin' through
Wyclef, Jerry Wonder 'bout to hit y'all with the new groove

It's not hot that when I'm blockin' your phone number
You call me from over your best friend's house
And it's not hot that I can't even go out with my girlfriends
Without you trackin' me down

You need to chill out with that mess
'Cuz you can't keep havin' me stressed
'Cuz every time my phone rings it seems to be you
And I'm prayin' that it is someone else

So what? Ain't even like I knew you
So what? Tell your peoples I ain't feelin' you
So what? Don't call me I'll call you
'Cuz cupid ain't shoot me, he shot you

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Yo, Clef
What up? What up?
We ain't heard from you in a while
So break it down for the cheerin', Latin style

Destiny's Child remade numero uno
You wanna hate me now like Nas
'Cuz you dos, tres, quartro
Thugs still in the dance

Ain't no need to bust you're AK
We all can get along or we can do it Carlito's Way
'Cuz even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death
I fear no evil, got the Lord present, standin' Eagle

Way before birth I had this whole book memorized
I roll with murderers that just got baptized
I be allowed to see through the eyes of Zion
The New Jerusalem so sing the hook and stop buggin'

You make me wanna throw my pager out the window
Tell MCI to cut the phone poles
Break my lease so I can move
'Cuz you a bug a boo, a bug a boo

I wanna put your number on the call block
Have AOL make my emails stop
'Cuz you a bug a boo
You're buggin' what? You're buggin' who?
You're buggin' me and don't you see it ain't cool

Hey, yo
It's the Refugee Camp

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Pocket Money - Lyrics - Carole King

Title: Pocket Money
Artist: Carole King
Composer(s): Carole King

Lyric:
No friends, no dreams, no pocket money
There's a wall around my body, a fence around my kind
Nothing comes to me easily not leastwise peace of mind
Still, I keep movin' tryin' to break on through
I don't know nothin' else to do

Peelin' paint above my head is just another sign
Black clouds in the distance gettin' closer all the time
I just gotta keep movin' tryin' to break on through
I don't know nothin' else to do

Sometimes when I think that things
Are bad as they can be
I see a fella standing
Lower down on the ladder than me

Now I'm alive and kickin'
Dust behind my heel
Long as I got my soul
I'm on the good end of the deal

And I'm gonna keep movin'
Tryin' to break on through
I don't know nothin' else to do
I gotta keep movin'

No friends, no dreams
No pocket money
So I'm gonna keep movin'
No pocket money

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On And On - Lyrics - Gladys Knight And The Pips

Title: On And On
Artist: Gladys Knight And The Pips
Composer(s): Curtis Mayfield

Lyric:
Bet your life, I'll be, yeah
A better woman you see
All because you proved out
To be a better man for me

Build me up with so much affection
(You build me up with so much affection)
And you make me realize my needs
(You make me realize my needs)
You seem to move in the right direction
(Seem to move in the right direction)

Makin' love, makin' love, all we please
(Makin' love, makin' love)
Oh here we go
(On and on)
On and on
(On and on)

Here we go
(On and on)
On and on
(On and on)
On and on
(On and on)

We gotta go
(On and on)
Keep on movin'
(On and on)

On and on
(On and on)
How can I, how can I
Show you how, I wanna now

Prove all my love
But I'm so afraid to take a part
Don't break my heart
The way so many lovers do

So good I feel
'Cause the love's real
Having tons of fun
Since the love begun

Huggin' and a lovin', on and on
Gettin' with the kissin', on and on
Chills I feel whenever you're near
Stickin' like glue I keep a lovin' you

(On and on)
On and on
Keep on movin'
(On and on)

We gotta go
Keep on movin'
Keep on groovin'
(On and on)

On and on
Hey hey hey
(On and on)
On and on
We gotta go

How can I work out this sweet relation?
Let us deal with love
Keepin' our hearts together with no temptation
Keepin' us lovin', keepin' us lovin'

Going, on and on
On and on
(On and on)
On and on
(On and on)

We gotta go
(On and on)
Keep on movin'
(On and on)
Keep on groovin'
(On and on)

On and on
(On and on)
We gone
(On and on)
I wanna know

I know you feel like I feel
That's why we've got a love that's real
So let's keep on groovin' the way we do
Let's just keep on movin'
If we're gonna make it through

(Huggin' and a lovin')
Huggin' and a lovin'
(Gettin' with the kissin')
Gettin' with the kissin'
(Gettin' with the kissin')

Gettin' with the kissin'
(Huggin' and a lovin')
Huggin' and a lovin'
(Huggin' and a lovin')
(Gettin' with the kissin')
Yeah

Gettin' with the kissin'
Huggin' and a lovin'
Tears I fear whenever you're near
Stickin' like glue I keep a lovin' you

Keep a lovin' you
(On and on)
On and on
Keep on groovin'
(On and on)

We gotta move
We gotta groove
Keep on movin'
(On and on)

On and on
We gotta move
(On and on)
On and on

Keep on groovin'
(On and on)
Hey hey hey hey
On and on
(On and on)

Keep on movin'
Keep on groovin'
(On and on)
On and on
On and on
(On and on)
On and on

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Stomp (Remix) - Lyrics - Young Buck

Title: Stomp (Remix)
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): Jordan Houston, Paul Beauregard, Jayceon Terrll Taylor, Christopher Bridges, David Brown

Lyric:
Uh, oh, young buck
Dirty south, yo

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I'm Cadillac n through the hood sittin' on 24's
T.V's playin' rim's spinnin', blowin' plenty 'dro
Don't have to mention when you pimpin' you get plenty hoes
It's all on you if you gon' trick or you gon' get yo' dough

I know I got these haters, mad I can love that
When you got love for the streets, they give ya love back
Look in my eyes, you can tell I ain't never scared
Poppin' them thangs, I'm rockin' my chain anywhere

If you gon' represent your hood, what you waitin' on?
Security better back up when they play this song
And we 'bout 50 strong, please don't make us do you wrong
My click of guerrilla's they got they G-Unit's on

All of that mean muggin' really don't mean nothin'
C'mon n' take it outside, let me see somethin'
W-w-what now? Don't get B-B-Buck'd down
Stop all this hatin' or this club gon' get s-s-shut down

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys, do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

G-G-G-Unit, comin' straight outta Compton
Lace up my G-6's and I'm A-Town stompin'
Got ten-thousand cash in my pocket, let the pump in
'Cause Luda and Young Buck always gettin' me into somethin'

Low rider out front, I'm tryin' to get into somethin'
Step on banks, shoot one more time then I'ma start bustin'
Rows gold in my grill, I got a dirty mouth
And a bitch with a fat ass from the dirty, dirty south

I wasn't tryin' to get the cover of the Double XL
Just tryin' to fuck Mya 'cause Dre said, "Sex sells"
Don't be mad at the rocks in my fuckin' chain
Don't be mad 'cause your bitch chose Buck and Game

You see the logo tatted on my neck
The same one I'm autographin' on the chest
Put your bottles in the air for Yayo, he on House Arrest
And on behalf of 50 Cent, this is G-Unit West
Now stomp, G-G-G-Unit, now stomp, G-G-G-Unit

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

Mothafucka, I'm a monster in this game similar to the Lochness
My rhymes is nappy rooted, some verses gotta process
The truth in this booth, ain't no doubt when I'm rappin'
If I say it I've either done it or it's 'bout to happen

When I pull up in the Louis truck on 26's people dumb out
If life's a crap game, I'm rollin' 7's on the come out
These rapper's think I'm ignent, love sayin' my name
'Cause maintainin' my fish tank an' they house cost the same

Ask me I'll say I made it an' it sure wasn't luck
'Cause hustler's relate to me and some are younger than Buck
You see I'm married to my music but we got a prenupt
So, if that bitch don't act right, I'm still gettin' my cut

My deals never get screwed my contracts practice abstinence
I'm masterin' this program hazin' these undergraduates
So, pimpin' be easy, quit catchin' feelings
'Cause you worth a couple hundred grand and I'm worth millions
Nobodys thinkin' about you plus your beef ain't legit
So, please stay off the T I P of my dick

I hear him talkin' but he 'bout to get that ass stomp
Watch how I get the club crunk, I'ma make 'em stomp
We ain't playin' wanna front, get that ass stomp
Do it like them dirty south boys do and stomp

Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off
Now, where you from? Who the boss? I'ma break him off
Where you from? Who the boss? Lemme break him off

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