Bus Driver - Lyrics - Intimate Portrait - Caedmons Call

Title: Bus Driver
Album: Intimate Portrait
Artist: Caedmons Call
Composer(s): Derek Webb

Lyric:
I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job and with many miles behind
Still I'm up at three thirty to make sure I'm there on time

And my car gets me along just fin, to and from the station
But my castle is this Houston Metro Bus
My first stop is Ash bury and that sign's been gone for years
But same the people wait 'cause they know that I'll be there

What would you say if I told you that I won't be by today?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know?

Well, I'm always there by five fifteen but lately I've been early
'Cause Judith likes to be in early to the bank
And she gives me conversation and a token good for riding
Says she's happy all alone

And then there's Charles in retail sales and I hope they pay him well
for the work that young man does
'Cause I've never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator
But I know that he's the first and last one there

What would you say if I told you that, "I won't be by today"?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know, well and what do I know

And I wonder what they do all day and their respective works
Suppose they give money and take money away
And I'm just orbiting this town with the post office, my son
And I'm circling again

And I wonder how this world would be
Well if I was never here to drive this bus around from Ash bury to Main
I guess this town would be the same but with one bus' less exhaust
But that bank and retail stores, they just wouldn't be the same

And what can I see from the limited confines of my bus driving seat?
Only me and

I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know

I'm just a bus driver, well they don't believe that
I'm just a bus driver, well they don't believe that
I'm just a bus driver, I say, "Don't believe that"
We're all just bus drivers and it's time to go home

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She'S Crazy For Leavin' - Lyrics - Rodney Crowell

Title: She'S Crazy For Leavin'
Artist: Rodney Crowell
Composer(s): Rodney Crowell, Guy Clark

Lyric:
Well, the bus pulled away
In a roaring black cloud
While I stood in the road
And honey, I hollered right out loud

Hey darlin', I love you
Hey bus driver, whoa
But you can't stop a woman
When she's out of control

She's crazy for leavin'
I told her so
When the boys at the bus stop
Just said, ?Man let her go?

She's crazy for leavin'
I told her so
But you can't stop a woman
When she's out of control

So I punched out my truck
On a telephone pole
Now she never looked back
She just said, ?Go driver go?

Well, I know I could have caught her
But I ran out of luck
She was long gone to Lufkin
By the time they cut me out of my truck

She's crazy for leavin'
I told her so
When the boys at the bus stop
Just said, ?Man let her go?

She's crazy for leavin'
I told her so
But you can't stop a woman
When she's out of control

So I kicked and I cussed
That old East Texas road
I throwed rocks at my truck
Which had busted my nose

You add insult to injury
And what do you get
You get a bus stop full of honkies
That don't ever forget

She's crazy for leavin'
I told her so
And the bus depot lady
Just said, ?Honey, let her go?

She's crazy for leavin'
I told her so
But you can't stop a woman
When she's out of control

No, you can't stop a woman
When she's out of control

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52s - Is That You Mo-Dean? - Lyrics - B

Title: 52s - Is That You Mo-Dean?
Artist: B
Composer(s): Johannes Kepler, Keith Strickland, Frederick Schneider, Catherine Pierson

Lyric:
Waitin' for bus number 99
Goin' to the store for hot dogs and wine
When all of a sudden, I felt real cold
And wound up in the belly of a big ol' UFO

On the bus to the plane
To the UFO and to outer space, baby
On the bus to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away

Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO
Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
The interdimensional outer space being

Movin' through the spheres, faster than light
On our way to some planets that were out of sight
We said, "Space driver, give it a spin
And take us to some places we ain't never been"

On the bus to another plane
To the UFO and outer space, baby
On the bus to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away

Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO
Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
The interdimensional outer space being

Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
I say at which depot do we depart from his UFO?

Well, it had been 987 years in outer space
Time when I got back, couldn't seem to find
Any of my friends to tell my interesting stories to
Past life

On the bus to the plane
To the UFO and outer space, baby
On the bus to the plane, baby yeah
Take me away

Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Is that you Mo-Dean? On a UFO
Is that you Mo-Dean? It is I Mo-Dean
The interdimensional outer space being

Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Is that you Mo-Dean? It's me Mo-Dean
Astro projector for the outer, outer, outer, outer, outer space scene

Astral projector, astral projector, astral projector
Astral projector, astral projector, astral projector
Astral projector, astral projector, astral projector
Astral projector, astral projector, astral projector

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Tie A Yellow Ribbon - Lyrics - Dolly Parton

Title: Tie A Yellow Ribbon
Artist: Dolly Parton
Composer(s): L. Russell Brown, Irwin Levine

Lyric:
I'm comin' home, I've done my time
Now I've got to know what is and isn't mine
If you received my letter telling you, I'd soon be free
Then you'll know just what to do
If you still want me, if you still want me

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree

Bus driver, please look for me
'Cause I couldn't bear to see what I might see
I'm really still in prison and my love, she holds the key
A simple yellow ribbon's what I need to set me free
I wrote and told her please

Whoa, tie a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree
It's been three long years, do you still want me?
If I don't see a ribbon 'round the old oak tree
I'll stay on the bus, forget about us, put the blame on me
If I don't see a yellow ribbon 'round the old oak tree

Now the whole damned bus is cheerin' and I can't believe I see
A hundred yellow ribbons 'round the old oak tree

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Waiting In Green Velvet - Lyrics - Joshua Kadison

Title: Waiting In Green Velvet
Artist: Joshua Kadison
Composer(s): Joshua Kadison

Lyric:
Waiting in green velvet with a suitcase in her hand
Standing down, away from the bus stop sign
Looking at the sky like she was bound for the promised land
Checkin' out her watch like she was losing time
She was checkin' out her watch like she was losing time

Thought I heard her talkin' somethin' 'bout
"Rainbow lights, a psychedelic sight, it'll be here soon
Comin' down to fly us all away
Can't you hear the roar of the distant engines from a far-off moon?
Are you packed and ready for Judgment Day?"

So I just sat there on the bus stop bench awhile
And watched her stare into the sun
Reminded me what my grandma said when I was just a child
"That'll hurt your eyes, dear little one
That'll hurt your eyes, dear little one"

Thought I heard her talkin' somethin' 'bout
"Rainbow lights, a psychedelic sight, it'll be here soon
Comin' down to fly us all away
Can't you hear the roar of the distant engines from a far-off moon?
Are you packed and ready for Judgment Day?"

The bus pulled up and I got in but the girl didn't even move
This was not the ride she was waiting for
The bus driver just shook his head 'cause there's nothing in the world to do
And I waved goodbye through the slowly closing door
I just waved goodbye through the slowly closing door

Thought I heard her talkin' somethin' 'bout
"Rainbow lights, a psychedelic sight, it'll be here soon
Comin' down to fly us all away
Can't you hear the roar of the distant engines from a far-off moon?
Are you packed and ready for Judgment Day?"

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Greyhound - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Greyhound
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
It's midnight at the depot
And I drag my bags in line
Travellin' light, I got to go
But the bus won't be on time
Everybody's looking half alive
Later on the bus arrives

They punch my ticket, I find a seat
And we move out past the lights
Come on driver, where's the heat?
It's cold out in the night
I keep telling to myself that I don't care
Come tomorrow, I'll be there

Take the Greyhound
It's a dog of a way to get around
Take the Greyhound
It's a dog gone easy way to get you down

Tired of watching this night go by
So I look across the aisle
The window's frosted, I can't sleep
But the girl returns my smile
She reminds me of someone I knew back home
So I doze, so it goes

I'm wrinkled on my stool at the rest stop
The waitress being cozy with the highway cop
My coffee's tasting tired, my eyes roll over dead
Got to go outside and get the gas out of my head
Oh, to be in bed, you got me driving
I'm on your Greyhound bus and you're driving

But there's nothing new about Greyhounds
Nothing new about feeling down
Nothing new about putting off
Or putting myself on

Looking to tomorrow is the way the loser hides
I should have realized by now that all my life's a ride
It's time to find some happy times and make myself some friends
I know there ain't no rainbows waiting when this journey ends

Stepping off this dirty bus first time I understood
It's got to be the going not the getting there that's good
That's a thought for keeping if I could
It's got to be the going not the getting there that's good

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Finger Smith - Lyrics - Boombastic - Shaggy

Title: Finger Smith
Album: Boombastic
Artist: Shaggy
Composer(s): Robert Mcdona Livingston, Orville Burrell, Paul Crosdale, Melbourne Miller, Donald Dennis

Lyric:
Now, this is for amusement purposes only, ha
Be careful of your neighborhood pick-pocket
Me [unverified] them call name slick
Who this?

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Now
Hole heap a pocket, weh, him rob a hole, heap a people him pick
Him pick bill [unverified], money bag, check and wallet
Hand bag and pocket book purse and make-up kit
In a woman bag, him thief a lipstick

In a dread locks jacket, him thief a chew stick
Behind him ears, corner him, the boy take a splif
Him take three [unverified] out a haggler basket
Take a tin a Vaseline out of a young girl pocket

Take ten pantyhose, about eleven teen slip
Take a gal teeth from under her top lip
Take off a gal hair and leave on the clip
Take off a guy shoes and leave the polish

Strip a gal naked and she don't even feel it
Who do it? Mr. slick tuper tail bandit
Original Finger Smith from down in your district
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

What is his occupation, a big Finger Smith
A pick-pocket tycoon with a healthy profit
Number one in a the business top of the market
Him thief milk out of coffee and proud to say it

Him have him pick-pocket school
Graduating class about one hundred and six
Teach the tricks and the trade and how to make it
And if you graduate first teach them the secret
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Say him get up this morning at about quarter past six
And try fi get a bus fi go in a him district
A jolly bus draw down in the back where him sit
While the driver put on some reggae music

The money back jingle, get him frantic
Him go in a him pocket, take out him wallet
Pay him bus fair, the [unverified] no give him no ticket
Him just walk down the corridor, every pocket where him pick

Him step off a the bus, him feel stylish
And then him feel a cool breeze, just lick him private
Him look down de, so, oh, shit
Is like I was a victim of a pick pocket

Them take off him pants and leave on the zip
Them take off him brief and leave the elastic
Take off him balls and leave hair pan it

And leave the two [unverified], fly them a pitch
Pan him dictionary speaking him couldn't believe it
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Now
Hole heap a pocket weh him, rob a hole, heap a people him pick
Him pick bill [unverified], money bag, check and wallet
Hand bag and pocket book purse and make-up kit
In a woman bag, him thief a lipstick

In a dread locks jacket, him thief a chew stick
Behind him ears, corner him, the boy take a splif
Him take three [unverified] out a haggler basket
Take a tin a Vaseline out of a young girl pocket

Take ten pantyhose, about eleven teen slip
Take a gal teeth from under her top lip
Take off a gal hair and leave on the clip
Take off a guy shoes and leave the polish

Strip a gal naked and she don't even feel it
Who do it Mr. slick tuper tail bandit
Original Finger Smith from down in your district
That's why

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it
Well, who this? Come, catch it, the original Finger Smith
Your neighborhood pick-pocket, no afraid fi talk it

What is his occupation, a big Finger Smith
A pick-pocket tycoon with a healthy profit
Number one in a the business top of the market
Him thief milk out of coffee and proud to say it

Him have him pick-pocket school
Graduating class about one hundred and six
Teach the tricks and the trade and how to make it
And if you graduate first teach them the secret
That's why

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Postcards - Lyrics - Faithless

Title: Postcards
Artist: Faithless
Composer(s): Dido Armstrong, Rollo Armstrong, Max Fraser, Ayalah Bentovim, Jamie Catto

Lyric:
My love has gone
His boots no longer by my door
He left at dawn and as I slept I felt him go

Hmm, hmm
New York, New York, temperature's droppin'
The band's out shoppin', not stoppin' till ears pop
Cops protect shops, lots of yellow cabs and bellhops
And it never stops

I'm waitin' to do an interview, so much to tell you
Today I feel close enough to smell you
Additional dates they were plannin' just fell through
Florida's out

We fly September 22 to Heathrow
But there's not really long to go
Tonight will be a brilliant show
Lettin' you know I miss you

More than four hits the floor at a party
Send my love to everybody
Please, send my love to everybody
Send my love to everybody

Honey, I'm writin' from D.C., feelin' queasy
Stayin' healthy on the road isn't easy
The TM recommends an antigen
One of them could resist again

I miss you like a lock in the door
What's more, I go to sleep with my Walkman 'cause half the crew snored
Don't mean to be a bore, everybody's been great
But there's fifteen of us in a bus state to state

So I stay up late with a tape or meditate
My bed is travellin' at fifty-five M.P.H.
When we make it to L.A., I'll still be miles away
It's not my best day, I'm a get some rest, God bless

My love has gone
Wo, wo
My love has gone
Wo, wo

We just stopped at a diner so I'm takin' time to write a few lines
I'm fine, sunshine, the bus driver's
Reclinin' by the grass as the trucks pass
Gleamin' with the flash of sunlight from the glass on the windscreen

As for us, there's too much to relate
We've done five gigs yet we're only in our third state
America's big, you'd love how they pile up your plate
Only place in the world even I can gain weight

Our next date is Wilmington, Delaware
Open air, there's a rumor Melle Mel'll be there
Anyway, all my love, God bless, I'm yawning
I really miss watching you get dressed in the morning

My love has gone
Wo, wo
My love has gone
Wo, wo
My love has gone

No earthly ships will ever bring
Him home

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Who Knew - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: Who Knew
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Marshall Mathers, Melvin Bradford, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
(I never knew I)
(I never knew I)
Mic check, one two
(I never knew I)
Who woulda knew?
(I never knew I)
Who'da known?
(I never knew I)

Fuck, what a story
(I never knew I)
Motherfucker comes out
(I never knew I)
And sells a couple of million records
(I never knew I)
And these motherfuckers hit the ceiling
(I never knew I)

I don't do black music, I don't do white music
I make fight music, for high school kids
I put lives at risk, when I drive like this
I put wives at risk with a knife like this
Shit, you probably think I'm in your tape deck now
I'm in the back seat of your truck, with duct tape stretched out
Ducked the fuck way down, waitin' to straight jump out
Put it over your mouth, and grab you by the face, what now?
Oh, you want me to watch my mouth, how?
Take my fuckin' eyeballs out, and turn 'em around

Look, I'll burn your fuckin' house down, circle around
And hit the hydrant, so you can't put your burnin' furniture out
I'm sorry, there must be a mix up
You want me to fix up lyrics while the President gets his dick sucked?
Fuck that, take drugs, rape sluts
Make fun of gay clubs, men who wear make up
Get aware, wake up, get a sense of humor
Quit tryin' to censor music, this is for your kid's amusement
But don't blame me, when lil' Eric jumps off of the terrace
You shoulda been watchin' him, apparently you ain't parents

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch

So who's bringin' the guns in this country?
I couldn't sneak a plastic pellet gun through customs over in London
And last week, I seen a Schwarzenegger movie
Where he's shootin' all sorts of these motherfuckers with a Uzi
I sees three little kids, up in the front row
Screamin, "Go", with their seventeen year old uncle
I'm like, "Guidance, ain't they got the same moms and dads
Who got mad when I asked, if they liked violence?"

And told me that my tape taught 'em to swear
What about the make up you allow, your twelve year old daughter to wear?
So tell me, that your son doesn't know any cuss words
When his bus driver's screamin' at him, fuckin' him up worse
And 'Fuck' was the first word I ever learned
Up in the third grade, flippin' the gym teacher the bird

So read up, about how I used to get beat up
Peed on, be on free lunch, and change school every three months
My life's like kinda what my wife's like
Fucked up after I beat her fuckin' ass every night
So how much easier would life be
If nineteen million motherfuckers grew to be just like me?

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch, I never knew I'd

Have a new house or a new car
A couple years ago I was more poorer than you are
I don't got that bad of a mouth, do I?
Fuck shit ass bitch cunt, shooby de doo wop
Skibbedy be bop, a Christopher Reeves
Sonny Bono, skis horses and hittin' some trees
How many retards'll listen to me?
And run up in the school shootin'
When they're pissed at a teach

Her, him, is it you, is it them?
Wasn't me, Slim Shady said to do it again!
Damn! How much damage can you do with a pen?
Man I'm just as fucked up as you woulda been
If you woulda been, in my shoes, who woulda thought?
Slim Shady would be somethin' that you woulda bought
That woulda made you get a gun and shoot at a cop
I just said it, I ain't know if you'd do it or not

'Cause I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch
I never knew I, knew I would get this big
I never knew I, knew I'd effect this kid
I never knew I'd, get him to slit his wrist
I never knew I'd, get him to hit this bitch

How the fuck was I supposed to know?

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Beast On The Mic - Lyrics - Cowboy Troy

Title: Beast On The Mic
Artist: Cowboy Troy
Composer(s): Troy Coleman, Adam Shoenfeld

Lyric:
I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it

Early in the mornin', I'm up and I'm out
Hopin' one day my album goes platinum
Rockin' that mic so viciously
Deliciously, not maliciously

When atmospheric pressure and vapor pressure converge
There's a party surge, so I must emerge
Get the people hyped and keep going nonstop
Knock the party off the meter when the bass line drops

I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi Amerikajin yoru

The last of the Brohicans is speakin'
The one that you turn to each and every weekend
Risin', peakin' while the bump is beatin'
Don't turn back, no retreatin'

You can see my vision, you can feel my force
Time to hit the trail, boy, the mic is my horse
I tantalize and tickle your tympanic with my English
Smile as you listen to the ruckus

As I bring this mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it

Ichi-nichi-ju, Ichi-nichi-ju
Kuroi Amerikajin yoru
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song
All day long, all day long
Cowboy Troy bringin' you this song

I'm comin' with the best and fresh from out west
Bus driver takin' you to school to pass the test
See, I'm lyrically hypnotic, at times even psychotic
Neurotic, bionic and it may leave you catatonic

I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it

I'm a beast on the mic, can't get no satisfaction
Step aside, 'cause it's time for some action
I'm a hick rhyme sayer with a kung fu grip
I get the job done instead of talkin' 'bout it

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East Side Story - Lyrics - Room Service - Bryan Adams

Title: East Side Story
Album: Room Service
Artist: Bryan Adams
Composer(s): Ray Hedges, Gretchen Peters, Bryan Adams, Nick Bracegirdle

Lyric:
There was this girl I used to see, down on 42nd street
She'd walk by on her way to work, n' make the air smell so sweet
I used to sit in a coffee shop, sometimes I'd have a cup
And when she'd go by, she'd light up the sky
Like the sun coming up

She be standin' by the bus stop, driver opened up the door
I'd just sit an' watch her, getting on the one o four
I wanna give her my number, I wanna tell her my name
Wanna climb on board that cross-town bus
Take a chance she feels the same

It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
And like a hundred guys before me
I fell under her spell

Some things you hold on to, some you just let go
Seems like the ones that you can't have
Are the ones that you want most
I think about her sometimes, I wonder if she was real
And if I ever find her I'm gonna tell her how I feel

It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
And like a hundred guys before me
I fell on her spell, her spell

Yeah, her spell

It's still the same old story, it's still the same old game
Up there on the east side, life goes on the same
She never knew my number, never even knew my name
She climbed on board that cross-town bus I never saw her again

It's just another east side story
Everybody's got a tale to tell
Like a hundred guys before me
I fell on her spell, her spell, her spell, yeah

It's just another east side story
It's just another east side story
It's just another east side story

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40 - Jump My Bone - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Jump My Bone
Artist: E
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Dino Hawkins, B Kante, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Jay Simmons, E Stevens, Nick Vidal, Roger Troutman, Eric Vidal

Lyric:
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

Gettin' tweeded up in the club, niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pimpin' bitches from different cities
And I'm tryin' to stick my ding-a-ling
Between one of these super bad ass bitches

Say, ho, oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that?
She say, "Oh I got your hoe, besides nigga
I don't even listen to rap"
I said, "How you know a motherfucker rap?"

She say, "Ain't you 40-water?
I read an article on you while I was up under the dryin' net
Magazine Double XL

I heard that, okay what's crackaleezie, what's the heezie deezie?
Why you try to act like you was God's gift to the world
A few minutes of a keezie leezie?
All my dentures gathered around to take a look
At this bankded beauty Dolly Parton gluteus Maximus
Ass big enough to fit a cup on her booty

Straight Centerfold Suzette
I'm in the mix, check it out, I'm in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin'
But now I count cash for a livin' bitch

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito truck
Stuck, man this shit here's crazy
I'm in a Ford, Fix or repair daily

Old school antique lifters tickin'
With a gas leak radiator off the heater reads
I'm in a desperate need of some antifreeze
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
What the fuck's wrong with this car?
Shit, shit, shit, shit I should've drove my Northstar

Dependable, new school get you
Where you need to be when you need to be
Enemies aimin' at me with they darts
While I'm footin' it, walkin' to Kragens Auto Parts

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

A week later, everything was fo' sho'
My album was about to drop so I went on a promotional tour
Bus driver why you cruisin' dude? Where we headed?
Houston Texas, one mo' mile, two mo' exits

Quarter to three me and the Mossie checkin' in at the Double tree
Lemme call my dudes, who? 8-ball and MJG
Ball where da hoes?
All the hoes be at Poppago's

Later on that day, say you know a motherfucker
Can't come to Houston without visitin' Little J
The Scarfaces, The Drapers and The Greens
The Northsides and Club Boomerangs and bitch

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

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The End - Lyrics - Nico

Title: The End
Artist: Nico
Composer(s): Robbie Krieger, Jim Morrison, Ray Manzarek, John Paul Densmore

Lyric:
This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end of our elaborate plans
The end of everything that stands
The end, no safety, no surprise
The end, I'll never look into your eyes again

Can you picture what we'll be
So limitless and free
Desperately in need of some stranger's hand
In a desperate land?

Lost in a Roman wilderness of pain
And all the children are insane
All the children are insane
Waiting for the summer rain

There's danger on the edge of town
Ride the King's highway, baby
Weird scenes inside the gold mine
Ride the highway West

Ride the snake
Ride the snake to the lake
The ancient lake
The snake is long, seven miles
Ride the snake

He's old and his skin is cold
The West is the best
The West is the best
Get here and we'll do the rest
The blue bus is calling us
The blue bus is calling us
Driver, where're you taking us?

The killer awoke before dawn
He put his boots on
He took a face from the ancient gallery
And he walked on down the hall

He went to the room where his sister lived
And then he paid a visit to his brother
And then he, he walked on down the hall
And he came to a door and he looked inside
"Father?", "Yes, son?"
"I want to kill you, mother, I want to"

Come on, baby, take a chance with us
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
Come on, baby, take a chance with us
And meet me at the back of the blue bus

This is the end, beautiful friend
This is the end, my only friend
The end, it hurts to set you free
But you'll never follow me
The end of laughter and soft lies
The end of nights, we tried to die
This is the end

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Career Opportunities - Lyrics - The Singles Collection - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Career Opportunities
Album: The Singles Collection
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Mick Jones, John Mellor

Lyric:
They offered me the office, offered me the shop
They said I'd better take anything they'd got
Do you wanna make tea at the BBC?
Do you wanna be, do you really wanna be a cop?

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock

I hate the army an' I hate the RAF
I don't wanna go fighting in the tropical heat
I hate the civil service rules
I won't open letter bombs for you

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock

Bus driver
Ambulance man
Ticket inspector
I don't understand

They're gonna have to introduce conscription
They're gonna have to take away my prescription
If they wanna get me making toys
If they wanna get me, well I got no choice

Career opportunities are the ones that never knock
Every job they offer you is to keep you out the dock
Career opportunities, the ones that never knock

Career
Career
Career, are the never gonna knock

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Only In America - Lyrics - #1's...And Then Some - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Only In America
Album: #1's...And Then Some
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Ronnie Rogers, Don Kirby Cook, Kix Brooks

Lyric:
Sun comin' up over New York city
School bus driver in a traffic jam
Starin' at the faces in her rear view mirror
Looking at the promise of the promised land

One kid dreams of fame and fortune
One kid helps pay the rent
One could end up goin' to prison
One just might be President

Only in America
Dreamin' in red, white an' blue
Only in America
Where we dream as big as we want to
We all get a chance
Everybody gets to dance
Only in America

Sun going down on an L.A freeway
Newlyweds in the back of a Limousine
A welder's son and a banker's daughter
All they want is everything

She came out here to be an actress
He was the singer in a band
They just might go back to Oklahoma
And talk about the stars they could have been

Only in America
Dreamin' in red, white an' blue
Only in America
Where we dream as big as we want to
We all get a chance
Everybody gets to dance
Only in America

Only in America
Where we dream in red, white an' blue
Only in America
Where we dream as big as we want to
We all get a chance
Everybody gets to dance
Only in America

Yeah, only in America
Only in America
Where we dreamin' in red, white an' blue
Where we dream as big as we want to
(Only in America)
America

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30,000 Pounds Of Bananas - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: 30,000 Pounds Of Bananas
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Carrying thirty thousand pounds
Hit it big John
Of bananas

He was a young driver
Just out on his second job
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
For everyone in that coal scarred city
Where children play without despair

In backyard slag piles and folks manage to eat each day
About thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds
Scream it again, John
Of bananas

He passed a sign that he should have seen
Saying "Shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm breathed woman
Who was waiting at the journey's end
He started down the two mile drop
The curving road that wound from the top of the hill

He was pushing on through the shortening miles
That ran down to the depot
Just a few more miles to go
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas

He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights, below him
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
Delights went through him
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down
But the pedal floored easy without a sound
He said, "Christ"

It was funny how he had named the only man
Who could save him now
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide
Riding on his fear hunched back
Was everyone of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas

He barely made the sweeping curve
That led into the steepest grade
And he missed the thankful passing bus
At ninety miles an hour
And he said, "God, make it a dream"
As he rode his last ride down

He said, "God, make it a dream"
As he rode his last ride down
And he sideswiped nineteen neatly parked cars
Clipped off thirteen telephone poles
Hit two houses, bruised eight trees

And blue crossed seven people
It was then he lost his head
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped
And he slid for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas

You know the man who told me about it on the bus
As it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania
He shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head
And he said

And this is exactly what he said
"Boy that sure must've been something
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas"
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas
Of bananas, bananas, just bananas, thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas, not no driver now, just bananas

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Bling Bling - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bling Bling
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' B.G's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy, I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut

Hit the club, light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank 'til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out, guaranteed I can fuck
Wootay, I'm tattooed and barred up

Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up and my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut and my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger 'cause nigga I don't give a fuck
Stack my cheese up 'cause one day I'm a give this street life up

Beef I don't discuss, a nigga outta line gone
Get his motherfuckin' head bust, Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sumthin' nigga you can't fuck, twenty inches TV is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus

A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see Cash Money you know you stay flossin'
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin'

I ain't seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I ain't seen a marette that can run like mine
1999 and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind

Pourin' vodka 'til I die drank 'til I faint
'Til a nigga tell me I need another drank
My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin' yo nose

I'm the freak of the click, keep it on the tuck
So I creep on a bitch and I play it on the raw
Never sleep with a bitch, keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga 'cause I don't love her

Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand
I'm a 1999 driver, I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver

Ol' ignorant ass always stunting, big ballin' ass nigga
You can see him when he comin', booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinin' up, motherfuckers be blindin' up
Niggas at the second line be sayin', "I'll be damned"
Up in they best fits sayin', "Juve got me damn"

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

I be that nigga with the ice on me
If it cost less than twenty, it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G.

I be fuckin' niggaz bitches all in they home
Niggaz be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome"
Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my click
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist

My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A Mercedes Benz 700 V14
I know you niggaz can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that

Man look at that, niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me
Folks say take that chain off boy, ya blindin' me
All day my phone ringin' bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

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Bling Bling (Radio Remix) - Lyrics - B.G.

Title: Bling Bling (Radio Remix)
Artist: B.G.
Composer(s): Christopher N Dorsey, Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Tab Virgil, Bryan Williams

Lyric:
Nigga, I got these hoes iced up enough
While my lil' B.G's on the bus puttin' out cigarette butts
But me personally playboy, I don't give a fuck
And I'ma always show love to my cut

Hit the club, light tha bitch up
The Cash Money motto we got to drank 'til we throw up
Nigga point the hoe out, guaranteed I can fuck
Wootay, I'm tattooed and barred up

Medallion iced up, Rolex bezelled up and my pinky ring is platinum plus
Earrings be trillion cut and my grill be slugged up
My heart filled with anger 'cause nigga I don't give a fuck
Stack my cheese up 'cause one day I'm a give this street life up

Beef I don't discuss, a nigga outta line gone
Get his motherfuckin' head bust, Cash Money Millionaires plus
Don't touch sumthin' nigga you can't fuck, twenty inches TV is a must
By the year two thousand I'm gut out my bus

A lil' nigga seventeen playin' with six figures
Got so much ice you can skate on a nigga
When you see Cash Money you know you stay flossin'
Catch cha girl down bad ya know we straight tossin'

I ain't seen a click yet that can stunt like mine
I ain't seen a marette that can run like mine
1999 and it's our turn to shine
Fifty or better on our wrist and they all blind

Pourin' vodka 'til I die drank 'til I faint
'Til a nigga tell me I need another drank
My nigga Baby told me work nigga trick to them hoes
Nigga Baby told me work nigga better than treatin' yo nose

I'm the freak of the click, keep it on the tuck
So I creep on a bitch and I play it on the raw
Never sleep with a bitch, keep it real with my niggaz
Never weep for a bitch

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

It's the nigga with tha Lex bubble
Candy coated helicopter with tha leather cover
If ya suckin' not fuckin' take off the rubber
Then toss that bitch nigga 'cause I don't love her

Balla, Manny bought a private plane
Then turned around and sold that bitch to Juve and Wayne
They put 30 inch lorenzos on that thang man
I know you niggaz out there just don't understand
I'm a 1999 driver, I'm a uptown third ward magnolia T.C. driver

Ol' ignorant ass always stunting, big ballin' ass nigga
You can see him when he comin', booted up, diamond up
Golds be shinin' up, motherfuckers be blindin' up
Niggas at the second line be sayin', "I'll be damned"
Up in they best fits sayin', "Juve got me damn"

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

I be that nigga with the ice on me
If it cost less than twenty, it don't look right on me
I stay flossed out all through the week
My money long if you don't know I'm the B.G.

I be fuckin' niggaz bitches all in they home
Niggaz be like, "Look at that Benz on all that chrome"
Diamonds worn by everybody that's in my click
Man I got the price of a mansion 'round my neck and wrist

My nigga Baby gettin' a special built machine
A Mercedes Benz 700 V14
I know you niggaz can't believe that
I can't wait to see ya haters face when ya see that

Man look at that, niggaz wear shades just to stand on side of me
Folks say take that chain off boy, ya blindin' me
All day my phone ringin' bling bling bling
Can see my earring from a mile bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

Bling bling, every time I come around yo city
Bling bling, pinky ring worth about fifty
Bling bling, every time I buy a new ride
Bling bling, Lorinsers on Yokohama tires, bling bling

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Jane 5 - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Jane 5
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith, Rick James

Lyric:
Haircut like Anita Baker

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

Aiyyo they came to my jail cell, and let me go on technicalities
The girl that got merked it wasn't Jane it was fuckin' Valerie
The prostitute from downtown, we checked the dental records
Found her butt naked and on the side EPMD record

Two hours later on Greyhound, on my way now
Peeped the shorty up front, starin' wants to play now
Set gets laid out, she black, draws the gat
Screamin', ?Lay flat?, then bust a cap as she walk back

Remain cool, I want the money quality jewels
And anybody breakin' these rules they get two's
This is a jack, pass the money back, no eye contact
Relax and keep quiet and pass the bag back

To my accomplice havin' no nonsense
That's when another girl pushed up, white girl on some calm shit
Thinkin' quick that's when the hammer went click
An off-duty P.O., licked off and touched first bitch

She fell, hit the floor, she was leakin'
My partner cock back, blast, one woman started screamin'
Who's next? Who wanna flex? Cop in the seat wet
Licked another shot off, hit the driver then the bus tipped

Shit's thick, that's when she grabbed me took me hostage
Told me, ?Snatch the bags and don't fuck with my props kid?
Pistol still smokin', she kicked the fuckin' door open
Bus on it's side wheels spinnin' with the engine smokin'

Runnin' on the shoulders, she put the gat in the holster
I played it cool and never lost my composure
As screamin' soldier got closer, I followed her to the
Drop point, she took the leads off a Range Rover

And passed me the keys, proceeded to roll trees
Shorty gained her silence, guess what was in the CD
And as I did the knowledge the Jeep raised from the hydraulic
I'm thinkin', "Could this be Jane as my co-pilot?"

Time to activate, Jane on the license plate
Pushin' ninety-five with no headlights, on the interstate

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane
Murder? Yeah, murder one son, for the death of Jane

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