Can'T Sing A Different Song - Lyrics - Ricki Lee

Title: Can'T Sing A Different Song
Artist: Ricki Lee
Composer(s): Ricki Lee, Andy Love, Pete Martin

Lyric:
I remember the first time I looked into your eyes
Such an instant chemistry, took me by surprise
'Cause I never knew until that day if love was meant for me

To the beat of my heart, thumpin' in my chest
I wanna click my fingers and stomp my feet
'Cause you make me feel so happy, honey

You and me words can't say just what you mean to me
So let's just practice what comes naturally
I been waiting for so long, I can't get you out of my head
Can't sing a different song

You're the only man who's kept me satisfied
Every inch of my body heart and mind
You give me every thing a girl could ever want or need

To the beat of my heart, thumpin' in my chest
I wanna click my fingers and stomp my feet
'Cause you make me feel so happy, honey

You and me words can't say just what you mean to me
So let's just practice what comes naturally
I been waiting for so long, I can't get you out of my head
Can't sing a different song

Never thought that I'd meet anyone like you boy
And when your here there ain't nothing that I can do
Baby, baby, baby, yeah, what I'm gonna do
Is click my fingers and stomp my feet

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Ghetto Child - Lyrics - Better Days - Joe

Title: Ghetto Child
Album: Better Days
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Gasner Hughes, Tonyatta Martinez, Jolyon Ward Skinner, Joe Lewis Thomas

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Lyric:
All the ghettos around the world
Dig this, ghetto Fabulous Joe
Shaggy
All the children sing

I?m a ghetto child
I?m a ghetto child
(Check it, out)

There?s a world out there that I wanna see
There?s a man that I?m destined to be
I won?t be stopped by the ghetto streets
I believe inside that I can?t be beat

This life could be a ball and chain
If you let yourself get caught in the game
I had some friends who sold drugs for dough
But I don?t intend to go down that road

Just because I?m a ghetto child
I won?t live down to your expectations
Just believe that a ghetto child
Can rise in the highest celebration

Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I?m a ghetto child
All the ghettos around the world, dig this

One day I?m gonna change the world
Make a better place for every boy and girl
Everyone in need, homeless families
Have a place to sleep and food to eat

I?ll take every gun off the streets
So another tear won?t be shed in grief
And every thug in every hood
I will make ?em change from bad to good

I believe that it can be done
Gotta start somewhere and I?m that one
All the children sing
(Yeah, yeah)
All the children sing
(Yeah, yeah)

Just because I?m a ghetto child
I won?t live down to your expectations
Just believe that a ghetto child
Can rise in the highest celebration

Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I?m a ghetto child
(Ooh, yeah, ooh)

Hey, yo?, look at me in a different light
Spare me all about those stereotypes
Ain?t no madness that?ll bring me down
Gonna take this life and turn it around

That's right, the sky?s the limit, I won?t be denied
Ain?t no stoppin? me, I?m a ghetto child
And at the end when it?s said and done
We will all be singin? this ghetto song

I believe that it can be done
Gotta start somewhere and I?m that one
All the children sing
(Yeah, yeah)
All the children sing
(Yeah, yeah)

Just because I?m a ghetto child
I won?t live down to your expectations
Just believe that a ghetto child
Can rise in the highest celebration

Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I?m a ghetto child
(Let?s go to church now)

Just because I?m a ghetto child
I won?t live down to your expectations
(Take me to church now)
Just believe that a ghetto child
Can rise in the highest celebration

Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I?m a ghetto child
(Hey, ghetto child, oh)

Just because I?m a ghetto child
I won?t live down to your expectations
(Sing a song for me)
Just believe that a ghetto child
(Sing a song for me)
Can rise in the highest celebration
(Everybody sing it now, yeah)

Know that I am a ghetto child
But I can see the best in me, can you
I?m a ghetto child
(So I can see the best in me, can you)

It?s not where you?re from, it?s where you?re gonna be
It?s not where you?re from, it?s where you?re gonna be

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I Won'T Tell - Lyrics - The Elephant in the Room - Fat Joe

Title: I Won'T Tell
Album: The Elephant in the Room
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Levar Coppin, J Holliday, Deleno Matthews, Maurice Winans

Lyric:
Baby, you could keep a secret
Calca, kills mania, hey, ey, ah, ah

Fresh off the runway, pair white Nikes
Phantom top drop on that I 95
Pink see us sucka'z who but I?
I'm on my way to party a crew NY

Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin' like America's top model
She said, "Ya earring, look at that thing
That's even bigger then the rock on my ring"

Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks
I'm like, "Come on ma, you know me run New York"
J'z in the background, put you to bed
Says he's got brains, so I'm lookin' a head

And I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit 17-5 'bout to holla at G'z
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing

Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you

A material girl in a material world
Venus, Serena, my cereal girls
What you know about havin' dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set

Now they call me the bird man when the door's ajar
Ghost ride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all
It's the crack man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chapard

When the chows for chows out know it's the same thing
Bills so high, they throwin' the champagne
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing

Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you

Millionaire frames, Perrier rocks
Everyday a different chain, nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
And get you right laid pipe all night like me

Call you fruity pebbles
'Cause you got so many spy bags
Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the white bag
Hermes shit where ever you lay your eyes at
Red card, black card, I could buy that

Louis Vuitton, I'm truly the don
Christian, Lou Vuitton the blue is charm
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing

Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you

Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you

Yeah, see I won't tell, I won't tell
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Z - What More Can I Say? - Lyrics - The Black Album - Jay

Title: Z - What More Can I Say?
Album: The Black Album
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): S Johnson, Shawn Carter, Roland Lawrence Chambers, Kenneth Gamble, A Gonzalez, Thom Bell

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Lyric:
Are you not entertained? Are you not entertained?
Is this not why you are here?
Uh uh-huh
Uh uh-huh uhh
Turn the music up, turn me down
Guru, let's go get 'em again
This time it's for the money my nigga
Brooklyn, stand up

There's never been a nigga this good for this long
This hood, or this pop, this hot, or this strong
With so many different flows there's one for this song
The next one I switch up, this one will get bit up
These fucks, too lazy to make up shit, they crazy
They don't, paint pictures, they just, trace me
You know what? Soon they forget where they plucked
they whole style from, they try to reverse the outcome
I'm like, tough
I'm not a biter I'm a writer for myself and others
I say a B.I.G. verse, I'm only biggin' up my brother

Biggin up my borough, I'm big enough to do it
I'm that thorough, plus I know my own flow is foolish
So them rings and things you sing about, bring 'em out
It's hard to yell when the bar-rell's in your mouth
I'm in new sneakers, dual-seaters
Few divas, what more can I tell you?
Let me spell it for you
Double U I, double L I E
Nobody truer than, H O V
And I'm back for more, New York's ambassador
Prime Minister, back to finish my business up

What more can I say?
What more can I do?
I gave this up to you
I know this much is true, true

What more can I say to you?
You heard it all

You already know what I'm about, flyin' birds down South
Movin' wet off the step, "Purple Rain" in a drought
Stuntin' on hoes, brushin' off my shirt
But ain't nuttin' on my clothes 'cept my chain, my name
Young H-O pitch the yay faithful
Even if they patrol I make payroll
Benz paid fo', friends they roll
Private jets down to Turks and Caicos

Crist' caseloads, I don't give a shit
Nigga one life to live, I can't let a day go
By without me bein' fly or fresh to death
Head to toe 'til the day I rest
And I don't wear jerseys, I'm thirty plus
Give me a crisp pair of jeans, nigga button up
S. Dots on my feet make my cipher complete
What more can I say? Guru play the beat!

We gon' let this ride into the hook
I'ma snap my fingers on this one
What more can I say to you?
Get my grown man on
Let's go

What more can I say?

Now you know yo' ass is Willie when they got you in the mag
For like half a billy, and yo' ass ain't lily
White that mean that shit you write must be illy
Either that or your flow is silly, it's both
I don't mean to boast, but damn if I don't brag
Them crackers gon' act like I ain't on they ass
The Martha Stewart, that's far from Jewish
Far from a Harvard student, just had the balls to do it
And no I'm not through with it
In fact, I'm just previewin' it

This ain't the show, I'm just EQ'n it
One-two and I won't stop abusin' it
To groupie girls, stop false accusin' it
Back to the music, the Maybach roof is translucent
Niggaz got a problem Houston! Heh
What up B, they can't shut up me
Shut down I, not even P.E., I'ma ride
God forgive me for my brash delivery
But I remember vividly what these streets did to me
So picture me lettin' these clowns nitpick at me

Paint me like a pickany
I will literally kiss T.T. in the forehead
Tell her please forgive me then squeeze until you full 'head
I'm not the one to score points off, in fact
I got a joint that'll knock yo' points off
Young, Hova the God, nigga blasphemy
I'm at the Trump International, ask for me
I ain't never scared, I'm everywhere you ain't never there
And nigga, why would I ever care?
Pound for pound, I'm the best to ever come around here

Excludin' nobody, look what I embody
The soul of a hustler, I really ran the street
A CEO's mind, that marketin' plan was me
And no I ain't get shot up a whole bunch of times
Or make up shit in a whole bunch of lines
And I ain't animated like say a Busta Rhymes
But the real shit you get when you bust down my lines
Add that to the fact I went plat' a bunch of times
Times that by my influence on pop culture
I'm supposed to be number one on everybody list
We'll see what happens when I no longer exist
Fuck this!

What more can I say?

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Hollywood Divorce - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Hollywood Divorce
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Andre Benjamin, Antwan Patton, Calvin Broadus, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

And I'm a star

Yeah, and I don't have to go to Hollywood
?Cause Hollywood come through my neighborhood wit cameras on
I really think they stealin' from us like a sampled song
I really wish one day we'd take it back like hammers home

The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
And all I got in return was a durn country song
This whole country wrong, oh but you right
If you just put a little ice on and cut ya mic on

But you don't even write songs
But Hollywood make you spit like a python, I meant cobra
I'm so not sober, I'm high like a Hollywood
Coffee or soda, you can call me a roller

Hold up, your grill's glistenin'
Spent a hundred thousand on mine to feel different
What's the real sense of it? uh, bling bling I know
And did you know I'm the creator of the term
?I just straightened the perm??

They let it sit too long, they just makin' it burn
Make a movie of our lifestyle but they urn
Like a dead body burned on the mantelpiece
That's why I try not to lie on wax like it's candle grease

And I be's the little nigga, cooler than antifreeze
Defrost on your window pane, Lil' Wayne
But in Hollywood it's "Little" Wayne
It don't make me numb, so that's why I got a prenumb
I do

Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

A is for Adamsville, B is for Bowen Home
C if I give a fuck, if you like me you know I don't
If she ain't got a good head on her leave that ho alone
If she do got some good head on her let her sing a song

D is for what I serve, I don't be on no curb
She ain't no junkie neither, I ain't no dope dealer
But she keep comin' back, three stacks must be some crack
Put that pipe in her lap, she ain't know how to act

Now that I've got your undivided attention
I'm gonna say this and run, under condition one
Promise me you gon' stack, promise me you gon' ball
Promise me you'll invest three-fourth of it all

For what? So your kid's kid's kids can have some cheese
Can't get wit it? Git git, git git, git on your knees
?Cause wealth is the word, riches 'round the corner from the curb
Don't like what I write, shoot me a bird

Tenth grade, the way was paved for me and Dre to create
Like Dr. Frankenstein of arts and crafts
Now could we make a-a-a difference?
Antwan Patton and André Benjamin
Been jammin' for you cabin rap niggas and journalists

That's quick to misprint public and private business
Then retract back for deaf ears and think it's dismissed
Part 2 - The Sequel, all new cast just ain't the same gang
Of nerds on the internet slandering your name

Behind that screen name they're lame and their life is pretty plain
M&s with no nuts won't show up face to face
Straight bitch-made like puppies on the nipples of a mutt
Address it on a case-by-case basis like the judge

What about these lyin' ass hoes tryna plot
Or these niggas on the block who want the queen? Nigga please
But even she can walk we'll miss her we ain't gon' fake it
But God don't make mistakes, must be something bigger waiting

Starts off like a small-town marriage
Lovely wife and life, baby carriage
Now all the stars have cars, success of course
But it ends in Hollywood divorce, Hollywood divorce

I do love you but you hate me at the same time
Lights, camera, action, it's game time
Do you take this here as your lovely wife
To love her and cherish her for all your life?

I solemnly swear to dare share and take you there
And me and you together baby we a lucky pair
It's been a long time, we walk a thin line
Others say they got you, but you been mine

As I sit back and watch all the cat fights
Domestic violence, is that right?
But you love the Dogg, gave me the spotlight
And now I'm goin' up, showin' up, blowin' up

I never ever thought that we would separate at all
But you played me, like a game of football
Used to feed me, need me, dress me
Now it's so messy, straight cut out and left me

Hollywood divorce
All the fresh styles always start off as a good lil' hood thang
Look at Blues, Rock, Jazz, Rap
Not even talkin' about music, everything else too
By the time it reach Hollywood it's over
But it's cool, we just keep it goin', make new shit

Take our game, take our name
Give us a little fame and then they kick us to the curb
That's a cold thang

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Standing Ovation - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: Standing Ovation
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Kurt Douglas Carr, Daniel Johnson, Hakeem T Seriki

Lyric:
Now that I've got dough in my pockets
And a whole lot of profits, seems like everybody loves me
It feels great, seems like everybody loves me
A round of applause for the cause, thank you, thank you

Used to treat me like the bad guy from Houston
And the media was like Darth Vader
People turnin' like turntables
Stay crossin' over like cross faders

Try to switch up teams, like ball playas
So our enemies are like our neighbors
Keep 'em close, yeah very close
Most of my folks are still on papers

You can work or you can have the work
But we makin' more than all of y'all wages
Motivation, makes hustlas make ya
So we successful because y'all made us

Used to not, give a flyin' eff
When they greeted us with that one finga
Whole world jumped on the tip
And we hit the switch and sat on swangaz

In the hood they say y'all famous
Grindin' hard, so we can ball later
They be like damn, that boy made it
If they say I didn't, that's wrong data

First the braud, would try to say I'm fraud
See me pull that waud and that braud changes
Callin' me, she wanna be on the team
And now she's mad because I'm ignorin' pagers

Boys thinkin' that they can serve me
Y'all actin' like y'all waiters
Same ones who used to walk pass me
We was underground, but now we on majors

Keep speakin', beggin' for a beat
And I'll tell the streets to give that boy a favor
Turn 'em purple blue and red, all flavors
I got a message for all haters

Headed to the top and there ain't no way to stop it
And I sho' ain't forgot when everybody used to judge me
Now that I got dough in my pockets and a whole lot of profit
Seems like everybody loves me

I know you like my style, I know you like my style
I know you love the way I put it down
I made it through the hatin', so when you see me shinin'
Gimme a standing ovation

I was bouncin' back like ping-pong
Ridin' became the new theme song
Beatin' on my chest like I'm King Kong
When I broke the record for the ring tones

You ever seen a platinum plaque
That look like that then you seen wrong
Better sit back and relax
'Cause my platinum reign is gonna sing long

And I don't blame boys for hatin'
Because they wasn't patient
And they didn't know the plan
I knew that something had them shakin

It was gonna bubble like a Coca Cola can
And I shook it up like a soda can
My wallet is over flowin' man
Now my potential is unlimited
Like the minutes on my Motorola plan

Accountants and lawyers
I got big business, managers
Chamillitary is an Enterprise
Is you ready to ride? Is you a fan or what?

Sound scannin' in Africa
Sound scannin' in Canada
We don't play, yeah VMAs
It can't get any better, can it huh?

And I know it's hard to stay humble
They really thought I threw a fumble
I could of caught that through the trees
While runnin' right into the jungle

Could of been little Mugsy Bee
Turn her back into Mutumble
Would of still been a victory for me
You win, then they'll say they love you

I know you like my style, I know you like my style
I know you love the way I put it down
I made it through the hatin', so when you see me shinin'
Gimme a standing ovation

Let's give a cheers
To everyone who thought I'd disappear
Thought that every word I said
Was a subliminal shot to disappear

Now I'm in a different gear
No beef, no hate, no dissin' here
You must of been drunk to doubt me
You obviously didn't miss a beer

I used to argue about everythin'
With folks that just didn't hear
Realized, I was wastin' words
Like whisperin' in a missin' ear

I say it good and real
They tellin' me it isn't clear
My two eyes just didn't tear
'Cause weakness is what I didn't feel

It's a better result than last time
But this grind, it's a different year
I really should be commended
For what I've accomplished, give a cheer

Now matter fact, I take that back
Hold your applause for the sequel
We haven't gotten to the part
Where they try to cheat you

Chamillitary
You're a genius, you're a genius

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Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth - Lyrics - The Golden Age Of Grotesque - Marilyn Manson

Title: Use Your Fist And Not Your Mouth
Album: The Golden Age Of Grotesque
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): John Lowery, Brian Hugh Warner

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Lyric:
Come on, come on, come on, come on

I am overground and outselling it, since God thinks I don't exist
The beatings happen per minute
This is not blue collar white corrective politics
I'm on a hate American style kick

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

I'm on a campaign for pain
And when I get elected
I'll wipe the white off your house
The smile off your face

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to even be myself

I said "No this isn't your song, we can't all get along
It's too hard to hold hands when your hand's a fist"
My hate pop won't ever stop, I'm fucking glad we're different
This is my hate American style hit

Don't bring it
Don't sing it
Use your fist and not your mouth

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on! come on, come on!)

This is the black collar song
Put it in your middle finger and sing along
Use your fist and not your mouth
(Come on, come on, come on, come on)

I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to be like anyone else
I woke up today and wished for tomorrow
I don't want to even be myself

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Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix) - Lyrics - Massacre - 50 Cent

Title: Hate It Or Love It (G Unit Remix)
Album: Massacre
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): C Jackson, M Valenzano, Harris A Lyon, J Taylor, Baker Felde

Lyric:
Yeah, let's take 'em back
Uh-huh

Comin' up I was confused, my mommy kissin' a girl
Confusion occurs, comin' up in the cold world
Daddy ain't around, probably out committin' felonies
My favorite rapper used to sing, "Check, check out 'My Melody'"

I wanna live good, so shit I sell dope
For a four finger ring, one of them gold ropes
Nana told me if I passed I'd get a sheepskin coat
If I can move a few packs I'd get the hat, now that'd be dope

Tossed and turned in my sleep that night
Woke up the next mornin', niggaz had stolen my bike
Different day, same shit, ain't nothin' good in the hood
I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I told Dre from the gate "I'd carry the heat for ya"
First mixtape song I inherited beef for ya
Gritted my teeth for ya, G-G-G-G for ya
Put Compton on my back when you in need of soldiers

At my last show I threw away my N.W.A. gold
I had the whole crowd yellin', "Free Yayo"
So niggaz better get up outta mine
For I creep and turn your projects into Columbine

And I'm rap's MVP
Don't make me remind y'all what happened in D.C.
This nigga ain't Gotti, he pretend
Mad at us 'cause Ashanti got a new boyfriend

And it seems your lil' rat turned out to be a mouse
This beef shit is for the birds and the birds fly South
Even Young Buck can vouch, when the doubts was out
Who gave the West coast mouth-to-mouth?

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

From the beginnin' to the end, losers lose, winners win
This is real we ain't got to pretend
The cold world that we in is full of pressure and pain
I thought it would change it's stayin' the same

How many of them boys is witcha'?
When you had that little TV, you had to hit on to get a picture
I'm walking with a snub, 'cause niggaz do a lot of slick talkin'
In the club 'til they coughin' on the rug
Ain't never had much but a Walkman and a bud

My role model is gone snortin' up his drug
Bad enough they want me to choke
My boy just got poked in the throat
Now it's an Auggie shirt and my coat

Now I'm speedin', reminiscin', holdin' my weed in
Never listen if I see him I'ma lift 'em
And maybe that'll even the score
But if not, it'll be me on the floor

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

I started out at 15, scared as hell
I took 30 off a pack and made them sales
As a youth, man I used to hustle for loot
With that lil' deuce-deuce and my triple fat goose

Sippin, 'Easy Jesus', rockin' a leases
My momma wit me when she found my pieces
I look back on life, thank God I'm blessed
We the best on the planet so forget the rest

You know I'm still nice with my cook game
Look man, it's a hood thang that's why I'm loved in Brooklyn
I handle mine just like a real nigga should
If I do some time homey, I'm still all good

Let me show you what a thug 'bout I'm born to die
I took the bullets outta 50 put 'em in my fo'-five
And I ain't even got my feet wet yet
A seven figure nigga who ain't seen a royalty check

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

Hate it or love it, the underdog's on top
And I'm gon' shine homey until my heart stop
Go 'head envy me, I'm rap's MVP
And I ain't goin' nowhere, so you can get to know me

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Follow - Lyrics - Jerry Jeff Walker

Title: Follow
Artist: Jerry Jeff Walker
Composer(s): Jerry Merrick

Lyric:
Let the rivers rock you like a cradle
Climb to the treetops, little child, if you're able
Always let your hands tie a knot across the table
Come and touch the things you cannot feel

Fold your fingertips, girl, and find where I can't hold you
Let the sun ray fall and let the dewey ground unfold you
I know someday you'll sing to me the words I've just told you
If all the things you feel ain't what they seem to be
Don't you mind me girl, 'cause I ain't really nothin' but a dream

I hold some grapes up to the sun
Flavor breaks and bursts and rolls upon my tongue
Eager tongues, we'll always taste our strife
Fill up our lungs with seeds of life
You come and taste and smell the waters of our times

Close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss you
Let your flower perfume out and let the winds come and caress you
As I walk this garden I am hoping I don't miss you
The things you taste and smell ain't what they seem
Don't you mind me girl, I guess I'm nothin' but a walking dream

The sun and moon both are right
We'll see them soon through all our days and night
But the colors I see in your eyes are fiery bright
I swear they blind the heavens with all their light
Come and see what your eyes cannot see

Close your eyes, child and look while I show you
Let your mind go reeling out and let the breezes just blow you
Someday we'll meet again and suddenly I'll know you
All the things that you see ain't what they seem to be
Now don't mind me I ain't nothin' but a dream

A mockingbird sings each different song
Each song has wings and won't stay long
Those who hear him think he's doing wrong
While the church bell and school bell toll their one note song
Come hear where your ears cannot hear

Close your ears child and listen while I tell you
Follow the darkest night, the sounds they may impel you
Even the song I'm singing may disturb or serve to quell you
All the sounds you hear aren't what they seem to be
Don't you mind me girl, oh, I ain't nothing but a dream

If you can follow, girl, follow, girl
If you can follow, girl, follow

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Z - Real Niggaz - Lyrics - In My Lifetime Vol. 1 - Jay

Title: Z - Real Niggaz
Album: In My Lifetime Vol. 1
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Anthony Dent, Todd Shaw, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
Is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things, check

We started out makin', small time bacon
Two little niggaz bakin', talkin' 'bout whippin' cakes
Get clothin' and big cheddar, hopin' it gets better
We had no knowledge of this shit, we just was with whatever

In front of your buildin' clockin', thought I was makin' a killin'
Right in front of your children, eightball in my side pocket
They was corrupt too, disrespectin' the fiends I used to
Look up to, take it or leave it, fuck you

In different parts of the planet, Oakland to New York
I'm hollerin' Lifetimes', he hollerin' 'Life's Too Short'
Parallel lives and jewels held high
To the Range, to the Rove, get exchanged, for your souls

You know how the game goes, slang to get G's
And speak in Chinese, everybody gains the same dough
Get your shit scarred fuckin' with my sick squad
From Marcy, to the Bay y'all, we get large, keep in charge

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

So now you own a record label, I got one too
We on a roll now, can't nobody stop our crew
You can treat us like convicts, you know we got records
On the shelf and on the charts the double deckers

The fat donkey house down the block, belongs to me
You criticize the way I walk, you wanna see my bankbook?
I'm not a crook, I flipped the script and changed my ways
So I can get paid

Everyday I see the same old shit, I see in the streets
I know you think I'm sellin' keys but I only sell beats
Dopefiend music, it's drug related
You can buy it on the corner, get a radio and play it

It always sounds better when you turn it up loud
Rap music, let these motherfuckers know what we about
I know these gay ass record labels keep fuckin' niggaz
It's just like in the streets main, how much you get?

On the road to riches, and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

That's right, I been a hustler for a long time
Always got the right beats, never saying wrong rhymes
I started off with nothing ended up with everything
Now we sip Hennessee in first class on every plane

Ask Jay-Z, he know what I'm sayin'
Always see me at the bank and yes I'm goin' again
There ain't no dollar amount, that can make me happy
Fine women, a big house, a truck and a Caddy

Now peep, how sweet, niggaz lives can get
Put beef aside, the East and Westside connect
Short Dawg, and Jigga with the, fo'-fo' flow
I got love for y'all motherfuckers, y'all just don't know

I know y'all got a thing for them rag six-fo's
I like the five speed drops, pop the clutch then go
If you want it, keep ballin', and if you jealous stop
I want Biggie to rest in peace, as well as 'Pac, how real is that?

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Hangin' with the honies is the song I sing
Real niggaz do real things

On the road to riches and diamond rings
Real niggaz do real things
Bustin' my toast off the roof drinkin' 90 proof 'til spring
Real niggaz do real things

And I'm out, Beyotch, Short Dawg's in the house
Jigga, much love, Short Dawg, get your money main
All the way from the West coast
Uhh, how real is that

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Hip Hop Baby - Lyrics - Bone Brothers

Title: Hip Hop Baby
Artist: Bone Brothers
Composer(s): Dwayne Johnson, Edward Jr Hinson, Clifford N Branch, Stanley Howse, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

If it wasn't for my music, tell me where would I be, where would I be?
Probably standin' on the hot block, sellin' crack rock
Runnin' them streets, runnin' them streets
I say my music is my best friend, my confidant

I love the way we live as one together we the perfect bunch
Me and my radio doin' ninety on the freeway no other way to go
And I like to feel the rhythm, the beat be bumpin' don't it
And I love to give it to y'all because I know you want it

And if you feel like I feel you love the rhythm and blues
Reggae and jazz, and rock n' roll can be cool
But I'm a hip-hop baby, it's from the heart I never flip-flop baby
Gimme a drank and a song and I'll be stress free kickin' it all night long

It ain't nothin' like hip-hop music careful how you use it
And please don't abuse it when you do it music can keep the party
People dressin' up put your mind in a trans and keep you happy
Give it a chance come on, just flow with the music
Get blowed off with music

When I was thirteen I got the king
I had a dream to be one of the greatest musicians
In life so they remember when I die, I love, I love music
It's got me stayin' alive and if you took my mic right now
One thing you'll never do is take my love away
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

Tossin' and turnin' I'm burnin' with different melodies, words
My niggaz tellin' me sellin' it to the world, been rappin'
Since the day I heard Rakim and Dana Dane, Doug E. Fresh
Slick Rick, always been a singer mayne

Late night foster home workin' on perfection
On selection of the songs that I heard was my erection
As for timing was my girl friend Lord of the rap
Said I'm the baddest mamma-jamma, half white and black

Had my babies to Jodeci, six with Serena, little Bri
Bone Bri, Miss Mo, and Shaniqua, little Trey-trey, Destiny
And plus Aaliyah and the newest one is Shelby
I can't wait 'til I see her

They are the music in my physical form since they was born
I been singin' with tears in my eyes as I perform for the whole world
Until I die like confucius tell the world my name is Brian
I'm in love with my music

'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop baby
'Cause I'm a hip-hop baby, 'cause I'm a hip-hop

Now everybody got that jam that make you get up, wanna boogie
To the beat now, and if it wasn't for the drums and the strings
And the lyrics that we sing what would life really mean now

Would it be just as fun, would you kick it the same, could you
Live with out it, could you still maintain? My thang is
Crank up the volume, because it helps me escape from my problems
'Til I solve 'em and I'm a solve 'em, it's all music, bone thug music

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby
We love the reggae and jazz, the rock n' roll can be cool
Alternative too, we love the rhythm and blues
But I'm a hip-hop baby, from the heart I never flip-flop baby

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Roots Of Creation - Lyrics - Sublime

Title: Roots Of Creation
Artist: Sublime
Composer(s): Floyd Gaugh, Brad Nowell, Eric Wilson

Lyric:
One two three four!

Pull up here honey, if ya got a pussy and
Shake your ass like you're ready to sing
Well, something muy high
Something muy low
When me ready limo then they follow me home like a
Roots of creation

I am living in a boring nation
I pull up my hands and I look at my feet
The reggae music make me sound so sweet
'Cause we play it, morning evening and all of the day
It's the sweet kinda music makes me feel okay
The roots of creation

Said, ?I am living in a plastic nation?
I pull up my hat, my coat is so wide
Sometimes, sometimes I feel so high
But all the time I feel airie
I feel airie when I'm down with the scene called
Roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation

One more time!
Well, pull up here honey like you got limbo
Well pull up your fingers like you're ready to go
Give me, give me something high
Give me something slow
Give me something, I can use
Give me something, I can know

You're the body and the mind one
Part of soul or two
I feel a different person to be a different place
I'm living in a different place
Sometime, I feel although its fin
Pull up your style make it sound so fine
With ah, pull up hands with me

Roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation
A pull up sound with Mike Happoldt at my left
I got Eric at my right

We rock the reggae music every day and night
We rock the reggae music, say it's right on time
'Cause you're down with the music that they call Sublime
I'm living in a different nation

Reggae style again!
Gonna win me back gonna feel so fine
Bring me down to the place so right
We rock the music so late at night
With a guitar pick in my hand

What amounts to make me a man
Me help a little girl like this

Called the roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
I pull up my hand, left pocket
Do the music, make me say me feel it
Read me on rights and me know me are wrong
Me am a white boy but I sing a reggae song

Called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
My hands are high, my ink is dry
My love for you, it will never die
Say me love you till me will testify
Me love the music make me feel so high

Song called roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation
Oh, in a plastic nation
Such a boring station, a boring

One more time!
Pull up here honey if you got limbo
Pull it up make it up bounce I don't want it to be slow
I wanna make it sound right

I wanna make it sound strong
Give me kind of music make you rock all night
Like a roots of creation
I am living in a boring nation

So cheer up my life
Cheer up my life
Take out the trouble
Take out take out the strife

Give me some music make it sound so nice
Give me kinda music make we wanna singa song twice
Like roots of creation
I am living in a plastic nation

I pull up my hand, my seat is wobbly
Pull up your hands and it sounds like this
'Cause I like my beer dry
Drink the gin and the gin

Love the kinda drink, ya know, make me sick
Me don't feel no nice but likewise
Make me drink gin like wine twice
I only make me feel so sadder, aya!

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My Life Is Over With You - Lyrics - Hollies

Title: My Life Is Over With You
Artist: Hollies
Composer(s): Allan Clarke

Lyric:
You wanna explain, that's why you called
Save your breath it doesn't matter at all
Not now, my friend

You played your cards and you made your choice
I don't wanna listen to your voice
Not now, my friend

I've found a new part to play in life
There's different actors on my stage
I'll set the pace in a world without you
I don't want to hear the things that you say
'Cause my life is over with you

Now you know what's on my mind
Don't call again 'cause you will find
I won't be here

You chose your path to walk along
Now I can sing a different song
I hope that's clear

I've found a new part to play in life
There's different actors on my stage
I'll set the pace in a world without you
I don't want to hear the things that you say
'Cause my life is over with you

I've found a new part to play in life
There's different actors on my stage

Goodbye, my love and don't feel sad
Just because I'm feeling glad
That you're not here

You'll go your way and I'll go mine
Maybe we'll meet some other time
Goodbye, my love

I've found a new part to play in life
There's different actors on my stage
I'll set the pace in a world without you
I don't want to hear the things that you say
'Cause my life is over with you

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Z - Feelin' You In Stereo - Lyrics - Unfinished Business - Jay

Title: Z - Feelin' You In Stereo
Album: Unfinished Business
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): R Kelly, S Carter

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Lyric:
Everything ain't hardcore you know
I can't sing but my man
I'ma let my man smooth that thang out for you
You know, take the edge off, you know what I'm sayin'?

All my sexy ladies, throw ya hand's up high
And all my real playas, throw ya hand's up high
And just keep on bouncin' while I take you on a ride

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

I'm in the studio thinkin' about my next hit song
Tryin' to come up with a melody that will turn you on
On the MPC3000 tryin' to come up with beats
That'll make you come on over here and lay down here with me

I'm searchin' for that special mind blowin' melody
And it's gotta be sexy so I'll think it through carefully
It's like I'm tryin' to tune it, to ya station, babe
Try to get you to play, this record, babe
Every time I hear this track girl I think about me and you
In the Maybach doin' what we do

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

Um, now I know a few friends of mine that has made love to this record
So when you're in the mood call the station request this record
She walks in the room, says "Ly, I can't breathe"
As I try to catch my breath and proceed

Lookin' at yo' sexy smile while I put my vocals down
Girl, you have made this song a hit in each and every town
You a sexy melody with a touch of freakin' harmony
Such a perfect chemistry girl we deserve a Grammy
Or Soul Train, Billboard, MTV or BET Award
Rollin' like we on a tour

Ooh, the way you put it down, girl, I can't take it
Sex was so good, girl, we've got to do the remix
'Cause girl you a mix master
When it comes to pumpin', you a ghetto blaster
It's such a hit that I gotta bootleg it, yeah

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

A melody is the chemistry, the way we click
It's like four part harmony and all that shit
Your waistline is the bass line, I ride that shit
Strung off your treble and I'm high as shit

We made love in the studio
When we got together over and over again like a loop
Damn I'm missin' you, it's hard to listen to
All these different dudes, huggin' and kissin' you, fuck!

It's like your body's on radio, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Put me in your CD player, I'm gonna hit it nice and slow
Baby, I'm your hot mix bumpin' in your cherry Lex
Checkin' out your widescreen while your hand's up on the headrest

Yeah, I'm feelin' you in stereo
Aw yeah, aw yeah, yeah

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Always - Lyrics - This Left Feels Right: Greatest Hits With A Twist - Bon Jovi

Title: Always
Album: This Left Feels Right: Greatest Hits With A Twist
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi

Lyric:
This Romeo is bleedin'
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up

It's been rainin' since you left me
Now I'm drownin' in the flood
You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I'll give up

I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
I guess I'm not that good anymore
But that's just me

I will love you baby
Always
And I'll be there forever and a day
Always

Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
Touch your lips and hold you near
When you say your prayers understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

When he holds you close, he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needin' to hear
I wish I was him with these words of mine
To say to you till the end of time

That I will love you baby
Always
And I'll be there forever and a day
Always

If you told me to cry for you, I could
If you told me to die for you, I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you

I will love you baby
Always
And I'll be there forever and a day
Always

I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and words don't rhyme
And I know when I die you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you always

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All The Pretty Faces - Lyrics - Sawdust - The Killers

Title: All The Pretty Faces
Album: Sawdust
Artist: The Killers
Composer(s): Brandon Flowers, Dave Brent Keuning, Mark August Stoermer, Ronnie Jr. Vannucci

Lyric:
Help me out, I need it
I don't feel like loving you no more
I don't feel like loving you no more

Help me out, I need it
I don't feel like touching her no more
Help me out, I need it
I said I don't feel like touching her no more

Well, how did it happen?
I spent two long years in a strange, strange land
Well, how did it happen?
I'd do anything just to be your man

You're not going anywhere without me
These trials don't prepare the air of love
You're not telling anyone about me
And you shake and you bleed while I sing my song

I don't feel like, I don't feel like
I don't feel like loving you
I don't feel like, I don't feel like
I don't feel like loving you

All the different places
Ringing out like a shotgun in my head
All the pretty faces
Ringing out and I just can't go to bed

Well, how did it happen?
I spent two long years in a strange, strange land
Well, how did it happen?
I'd do anything just to be your man
I'd do anything just to be your man

You're not going anywhere without me
These trials don't prepare the air of love
You're not telling anyone about me
And you shake and you bleed while I sing my song

I don't feel like touching you
I don't feel like touching you
I don't feel like touching you
I don't feel like touching you
You can't tell anyone about me

You're not going anywhere without me
Help me out, I need it
You can't tell anyone about me
Help me out, I need it

I don't feel like, I don't feel like
I don't feel like loving you
I don't feel like, I don't feel like
I don't feel like loving you

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Different Kind Of Christmas - Lyrics - What a Wonderful World - Leann Rimes

Title: Different Kind Of Christmas
Album: What a Wonderful World
Artist: Leann Rimes
Composer(s): Allan Rich, Jud Friedman, Peter Amato, Leann Rimes

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Lyric:
The lights around the Christmas tree don't burn as bright
And all around the world it isn't a silent night
Outside I hear the voices sing the sweetest sounds of caroling
But somehow there's a sadness in the song
In our hearts we know that something's wrong

It's a different kind of Christmas
In a different kind of world
Even though it looks the same
Everything has changed
It's a different kind of Christmas

Children opening gifts with wonder and surprise
I wish that I could still see through such innocent eyes
I used to feel so safe inside, I had a place to run and hide
In my daddy's arms, I felt secure
No one can protect us anymore

It's a different kind of Christmas
In a different kind of world
Even though it looks the same
Everything has changed
It's a different kind of Christmas

Sending cards that talk of peace and love and cheer
Oh, that's what we need if we'd only believe

It would be a different kind of Christmas
In a different kind of world
Even though it looks the same
Everything has changed
It's a different kind of Christmas

Different kind of Christmas

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Indie Hair - Lyrics - Heads

Title: Indie Hair
Artist: Heads
Composer(s): T Murray, T Weymouth, E Kowalczyk, C Frantz, J Harrison

Lyric:
I had a job washin' dishes in a sink
It made me rich but in a different kind of way
I could cut my hair but it costs too much
So I'll buy my own clippers, darlin', and D.I.Y. this bush

Her last temptation was to grab that beggin' bowl
Her belly was empty but her mind was full
Can you see it? Would you go?
I could cut your hair but it costs too much
So I'll buy my own clippers, darlin', and D.I.Y. this bush

Would you go with me anywhere? Hum
I can't sing, I can't bring this peace without you here

They say he left his home with only five strands
Are you okay? You've got your head in my hands
Would you go with me? Could you sing a song?
I've brought my own clippers, darlin', it won't be long

We're going to India to sit with angels
We're going to India to sit with devils
We're going to India to sit with angels
We're going to India to sit with devils

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