Cashed In - Lyrics - Pulley

Title: Cashed In
Artist: Pulley
Composer(s): Tyler Rebbe, Scott Radinsky, Jordan Lieberman, James Paul Iii Cherry, Mike Harder

Lyric:
For what it's worth, I've walked miles
And I've seen the sun go down
I played my share of dues
And yet you still want to put me down

Started on the bottom so tell me
Why am I here again
It was at my expense
Now you're cashing in

Cashed in

Make way for the boys in your town today
Dig in your pockets, they've got a lot to say
Look up on the wall
I'll have some shirts for sale

Another week has passed
Can you keep up with the brand new scene
The music's changing
With the constant tapping of my feet

Play it faster, play it slower
You still don't know
The music's not so important to you
It's what you're makin' off the show

Cashed in

Cashed in

Starting from the bottom
Starting from the bottom again
Starting from the bottom
Starting from the bottom again

Starting from the bottom
From the bottom again
Starting from the bottom
From the bottom again

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Spanish Eddie - Lyrics - Laura Branigan

Title: Spanish Eddie
Artist: Laura Branigan
Composer(s): Cochrane Palme

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Lyric:
Oh the heat was in the air
Cops everywhere you looked
There wasn't a lot so the breaks that you got
You know you took
And I remember wonderin' where you've been
The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in

The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in
They were playin' 'Desolation Row'
On the radio
The night Spanish Eddie fell from grace
There was amazement on his face
For the night that Eddie failed
Sanity prevailed

It was June or July
When the heat from above burnt down
It was famine or drought
When the brothers went out of style uptown
And we was mixin' Vicks with Lemon Gin
The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in

The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in
They were playin' 'Desolation Row'
On the radio
The night Spanish Eddie made front page
His revolution came of age
He wrote 'Surrender' on the wall
The night he took the fall

I heard someone say he's trying to fly
Like Eddie used to say, "We'll do when we die"

I heard someone turned you for a spin
The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in

The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in
They were playin' 'Desolation Row'
On the radio
The night Spanish Eddie fell from grace
There was amazement on his face
On the night that Eddie failed
Sanity prevailed

The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in
(Ooh Spanish Eddie, Spanish Eddie)
They were playin' 'Desolation Row'
On the radio
The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in
(Ooh Spanish Eddie, Spanish Eddie)
They were playin' 'Desolation Row'
On that radio
The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in
(Ooh Spanish Eddie, Spanish Eddie)
They were playin' 'Desolation Row'
On the radio
The night Spanish Eddie cashed it in
(Ooh Spanish Eddie, Spanish Eddie)

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Return Of The Hustle - Lyrics - From Nothin' to Somethin' - Fabolous

Title: Return Of The Hustle
Album: From Nothin' to Somethin'
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Kasseem Dean, John David Jackson, Justin Gregory Smith

Lyric:
Got more, get your money in the air like this
Fab Time, BK
From nothin' to somethin', homie, yes
Street fida-dida-dam, yes
Ay, it's a new year and I'm back for the money
Just, I think I left somethin'

Cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, yup, yup, yup

It's the return of the young hustle
A nigga came for the money, not the tongue tussle
Me, I rather do my lip-lashin' when the chips cashed in
Then you might see me on the strip, flashin'

Like Vegas lights and they say I shine Vegas bright
Draw a crowd like a Vegas fight
Some shit, gettin' hit and my leg is light
I mean, it coulda been a Tupac Vegas night
Or maybe a notorious L.A. evening

(Boo, you okay?)
I mean, well, I'm breathing
Hell, I'm even, bosser than I left
The money ain't right, then I toss it to the left
Yes, to the left, to the left
Everything is hustled to the deaf, to the F

A, B, baby, they be lazy
Gucci straight jacket 'cuz I may be crazy
Loony for the loot, psycho for the paper
It's a new year but I recycle for the paper
If green talks, then I'm the Geico with the paper
So have my check right, no typos wit the paper, please

Oh man, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill

I say, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup

They say the rap game remind them of the crack game
That's why they money go quicker than a crack high
My money stack high, how high? Shaq high
Yao high, that's why, yours is Bow Wow high

You lookin' at your new hustle like ya last hustle
Was looked at as Russell in my past hustle
Shorty, work it, she be on her ass, hustle
She make it clap, she know how to work them ass muscles

Fast, rush you, then back to the money
They say I'm frontin', can't turn my back to the money
And truthfully, you cool but I'm attracted to money
So why don't you turn ya back to the money and let it shake

I'm lovin' how you move that smooth, you let it snake
But playas don't chase at it, baby, we let it make
Bet it make sense when you make them dollars
I ain't gotta make 'em move but I make 'em holla

It's my year but y'all could help me celebrate
I'm nine fifteen, that means, I'm hella straight
The Swizz stacks, Just Blaze bucks
I'm back for my money, it's just they luck, fuck

Come on, man, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill

I say, cash rules everything around me
Cream, it's a new year, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, dollar bill, y'all
Yup, get that money, yup, dollar, yup, money, yup, dollar, yup

Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Put ya money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up
Let me see it up, yup, let me see it up

Ladies, money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, m-m-money in the air
Money in the air, money in the air
Let me see it up, nigga you don't believe that

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Into You (Remix) - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Into You (Remix)
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Bob Robinson, Ken Ifill, Ronald Lapread, Kenneth Hill, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw, Lionel Richie, Tamia Washington, Tim Kelley

Lyric:
Baby girl, Desert Storm

I can't really explain it, I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's in the 2 thou

There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'Cuz the kids ready to tell you, how he feel in a few vows
Maybe, I speak in general now
But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now

Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow

I ain't concerned with other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

Come on ma, it's more than a flashin'
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida, we crashin'
Just off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin'

The Drop top 3 in a quarter, we dashin'
Flawless diamonds in the water, we flashin'
The money, we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every quarter be cashed in
I can't really explain it

My friends be thinking I'm slippin'
These girls be thinking I'm trippin'
What kinda weed you be smokin'
What typa drinks you be sippin'

Sweet thing
Just to think of you dippin'
Would have me with the blue, so hard
You would think I was crippin'

Now you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards with no limits
So, you don't worry about maxing, when you spends
But since you been asking about the friends
How'd you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

I don't wanna trip, but truth is, girl, the way you cook a stake
Remind me of them trips to Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it ain't because my whips is ruthless

So, sit on chrome, dipped up deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary NVS, dipped tay seusses
Other ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda number's impress you

Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special

Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa being painted
Just so we can get really acquainted
The love is real, there's no way it can feel like it's tainted
But, I can't really explain it, yeah

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
So into you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Into You - Lyrics - Street Dreams - Fabolous

Title: Into You
Album: Street Dreams
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Bob Robinson, Ken Ifill, Ronald Lapread, Kenneth Hill, John Jackson, Ernesto Shaw, Lionel Richie, Tamia Washington, Tim Kelley

Lyric:
Baby girl, Desert Storm

I can't really explain it, I'm so into you now
I wanna be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's in the 2 thou

There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'Cuz the kids ready to tell you, how he feel in a few vows
Maybe, I speak in general now
But girl, I'm gonna do whatever just to keep a grin on you now

Where I go, they wear bikinis in the winter too now
What you think about tan lines on the skin of you now?
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou
On fifth ave, shopping sprees and them dinners to chow

I ain't concerned with other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous, it's the principle now

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

Come on ma, it's more than a flashin'
I would've traded it all in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida, we crashin'
Just off the shore, so you can hear when the water be splashin'

The Drop top 3 in a quarter, we dashin'
Flawless diamonds in the water, we flashin'
The money, we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every quarter be cashed in
I can't really explain it

My friends be thinking I'm slippin'
These girls be thinking I'm trippin'
What kinda weed you be smokin'
What typa drinks you be sippin'

Sweet thing
Just to think of you dippin'
Would have me with the blue, so hard
You would think I was crippin'

Now you relaxin' in the Benz, credit cards with no limits
So, you don't worry about maxing, when you spends
But since you been asking about the friends
How'd you like it if both our names had Jackson on the ends

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

I don't wanna trip, but truth is, girl, the way you cook a stake
Remind me of them trips to Ruth Chris
You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it ain't because my whips is ruthless

So, sit on chrome, dipped up deuces
And you ain't flattered by Canary NVS, dipped tay seusses
Other ballers look dumb when they press you
Five and sixes, you don't let them kinda number's impress you

Even though I was somewhat successful
Being a player was becoming too stressful
But ever since, this superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special

Let's fly to St. Bart, while the villa being painted
Just so we can get really acquainted
The love is real, there's no way it can feel like it's tainted
But, I can't really explain it, yeah

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no
So into you, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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Mobb Wit Me - Lyrics - Chingy

Title: Mobb Wit Me
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonzo E Jr Lee, Shamar D Daugherty, Howard Earl Bailey

Lyric:
That's right

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

I'ma slide in and slide out her
Big work is what I hide in my house
For the hate ammunition make 'em hide out
Leave ya head like a highway wide out

Flat out once, the cat out, gats out
Bring forearms and bats out, chainsaws to ax out
The blackout, it's too white but need a black house
Got a rat spouse who act out over cracked out

Gotta access with the back out on a back route
To send shots at that house, rats snitch so I trap mouse
Need a hit big boss man, Chingy who they ask 'bout

Up and on ya can is blast out, smashed out
Eyes red once the hash out, every check gotta
Get cashed out, trips for my people
On the first in, bustin' in, I'm the last out

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

The usual suspect but never seen
Like my paper forever green wit a together team
Whatever seems leads to better cream
Better bring them Beretta things

Like it rain in the dark, I wet a team
My level's mean instead of lean
Or here the face of this earth 'bout to let a stream

Last night I seen Jesus face the earth and shed a tear
Will I make it or be dead this year?
Nah, I be glossin' on them shiny feet like a pedicure
Posted up in a tactic like metal gear

The rose petal's here
You from the concrete cracks never met a fear
Just a metaphor to better your head'll blur
Instead of blur, let it clear how stress is and let it cure

Haters hate it hear slap you like hunters at a D
This present year not for you peasants here
My message here is a must
Now that I address you queer

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Once I weighed the beats, behave the streets
Pave the week with heat 7 days a week
Plays in sheet, grenade ya peeps, invade ya cheats
Bitches wanna blood bath, so I bathe the freaks

Save ya grief, yo make up I made ya meat
You made the beef, I ate the beef, knock out ya fronts
Ta where they have to tape ya teeth, replace ya teeth
You too soft, ain't no way that you can face the street

I lace the beat, track runner feds can't trace my feet
Or replace my bars in a place wit bars
Speedy racer won'tcha race these cars
Make me large, take charge and say we stars

Don't play, we are make me war, go crazy
And blow up some shit, rep yo hood 'cuz you goin' see me
Throw up some shit, pull it out and slug up some shit
Tore up and spit clips to them peoples come in and show up wit shit

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Who wanna mobb wit me? I do dirty
You wanna Mob wit me? Yes, I do dirty
It's all you what you see, I know what
Ain't no playin' in these streets

Uh huh, that's just to let you know
When you mobb wit me, don't ask no [unverified]
If you goin' roll then roll, if you not goin' roll
Then I'm goin' roll right over

Mobb wit me who? The West side goin' mobb wit me
The North side goin' mobb wit me, the East side goin' mobb wit me
Down South goin' mobb wit me, nationwide, worldwide
Mobb wit ya boy Chingy, ain't no playin' in the streets

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Into You - Lyrics - Ashanti

Title: Into You
Artist: Ashanti
Composer(s): Kenneth Hill, Ken Ifill, John Jackson, Tim Kelley, Ronald Lapread, Lionel Richie, Bob Robinson, Ernesto Shaw, Tamia Washington

Lyric:
I think you're truly something special
Just what my dreams are really made of
Let's stay together, you and me, boy
There's no one like you around

I can't really explain it, I'm so into you now
I want to be more than a friend to you now
When they ask, I mention my baby girl in the interviews now
And I don't bring the problems from the 90's into 2 thou'

There's no reason to have a friend or two now
'Cause the kid's ready to tell you how he feel in a few vow's
Maybe, I speak in general now
But girl, I'mma do whatever just to keep a grin on you now

Where I go, they wear bikini's in the winter too now
What you think about, tan lines on the skin of you now
Why wouldn't I wanna spend a few thou'
On 5th Ave. shopping spree's and them dinners at Chao's

I ain't concerned what other men would do now
As long as when I slide up in you, you growl
And any dude with you, he better be a kin of you now
And I ain't jealous it's the principle now, I'm so into you

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

Come on ma, it's more than a flashin'
I woulda traded it all, in orderly fashion
My villa in Florida we crashin'
Just off the shore, so you can hear when water be splashin'

The drop top 3 and a quarter we dashin'
The flawless diamonds and the border we flashin'
The money we oughta be stashin'
I make sure every quarter be cashed in, I can't really explain it

My friend be thinkin' I'm slippin'
These girls be thinkin' I'm trippin'
What kinda weed he be smokin'
What type of drinks he, you be sippin'

Sweet thing, just to think of you dippin'
Would have me with the blue's so hard
You would think I was crippin'
Now, you relaxin' in the Benz

Credit cards with no limits
So you don't worry about maxxin' when you spend
Ever since you've been askin' 'bout the friends
How'd you like it if both our name's had Jackson on the ends, uh

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

I don't wanna trip but truth is
Girl, the way you cook a steak
Remind me of those trips with Ludacris

You love my smile, no matter how chipped my tooth is
With you, it ain't because my whips is roofless
Or sit on chrome dipped dub deuces
And you ain't flattered by canary envies dipped Jesus'

Other ballers look dumb when they press you, 5 and 6's
You don't let them kinda numbers impress you
Even though I was somewhat successful
Bein' a player was becoming too stressful

But ever since the superwoman has come to my rescue
My winter's been wonderful, my summer's been special
Let's fly to St. Bart while the villa be painted
Just so we can get really acquainted

The love is real
There's no way it could feel like it's tainted
But I can't really explain it, uh, yeah

I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you
I really like what you've done to me
I can't really explain it, I'm so into you

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Static - Lyrics - Kool Keith

Title: Static
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): D Murphy, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yo, Sadat whassup?
Yo, I'm right here
I got these two girls
They ready to roll up the highway with me

Oh really?
I'ma get a little bit of gas
Think you can make that trip or what?
Yeah, I definitely can, you know that's a fact

Of course
Alright I'll be back in a few minutes
I'ma go back to the gas station and get some gas and fuel up
Alright, I'ma get some [unverified] and all that

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

Bumpin' systems, rollin' down the street in Detroit, Michigan
I switch again, bucket seats with my girlfriend
Wearin' Paco in a Bronco, cologne is Pronto
Movin' quickly like the Lone Ranger, X is Tonto

Back up the turnpike, Oldsmobile's roll with two pipes
440 engine blowin' wind, through our hair extension
Two bags of six packs, with .38's, wrapped in gift packs
Big attitude she's on the two train, I roll like Mad Max
Keep it simple baby young girl, now squeeze yo' pimple

How dare you walk around ignore the First National Bank
My name is unknown,[unverified] die my family call me Hank
I go way back, like you still shop at Alexando's
Buy your sandals for your little son, named Romandos
Watch your step Theresa, chew up on your slice at Easter

Can you surround me in the black tan
My living room, trips to Cancun, with these eighty ladies
The Jefferson's to the Brady, Sanford and the Son
I want the whole world and my old girl back

She left me for the postman, now she send me letters
I got a bottle of Grand Monet, drinkin' in the stairway
With the wizard Kool Keith, and I'm SPORTIN my rhymes
Funeral chimes signal the beginnin' of the end

Cowboy with more in, with my private dancin' chicks
They live way out in the sticks, but I put em in the mix
(Uh, huh)
Took em to Reno in an old Camino, gamblin' in a casino
The movie's Al Pacino

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

Got my check cashed, you posin' new, stop actin' girl, like a fool
Got the Benz on loan, Sadat rollin' by your school
You brought your frontin' friend Gwen, beggin' for the Benjamin
I'll see you a ten, with a haircut, like Scottie Pippen

My man Mark riffin in the backseat, my cousin Clifton
You get me pissed and wearin big gloves like Sonny Liston
Leon Spinks with afro on, ready to rob the Brinks
I see you got your thongs out, Daisy Dukes and buns out
You call me when you broken hearted, when your money runs out

Back from the [unverified] you did it girl the blind way
Hold your horses, and evil forces
Don't press star for Pathmark, I'll be home after dark
I'm tired of Pop Tart

Yeah, I'm touchin' Gwen with the butt love, the rubber glove
I'm touchin' that ass she swingin' her hair, claimin' she's an actress
But wasn't she that same chick I seen with the black dress?
Traded the ninety-eight for the sixty-eight Mustang

Me and Keith at the bar, do they know who we are?
Apparently, because all the drinks are free
It's, "Our house, in the middle of our street"
And when you come in here you better wipe your feet

I'm from Albuquerque, New Mex' to the great state of Texas
I rode across on a gray horse, [unverified]
Get to the sauce and add spaghetti, non-pork
(What?)
I'ma own New York, with a big spots of the BX
And German outposts, with the communists close
(No doubt)

I'm verbose, I host, the most, y'all should roast me
People watch closely and rewind me on the tape
Study this here, then look and listen
Take a step back and watch the black pearl glisten

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, as I think to myself what a wonderful world
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, Keith I just met this chick, why am I arguin' with this girl?

Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Man, we here we just livin' positive
Static, we bring trouble to your right side
Hey, we givin' it all and that's all we got to give

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Strugglin' - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Strugglin'
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Stretch Tupac Shakur, Majest

Lyric:
Eat a dick up

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man
Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior

And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin' streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cuz either way pays me

A little rough with a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your, dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in Jags

Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin'
And always keep a hand on the gat
'Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin'
I thought about bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin'
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun 'cuz I get the money quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh, it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the task here
'Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up

But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in
Eye on the Mac 'cuz the dogg got it goin' on
If you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a hick

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I don't think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch

When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch
'Cuz ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch
You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame
'Cuz I'm playing to win, and survive in the game, I'm strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin' changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back

I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep
With a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin' and strivin', that's how the dough come

Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind
Clickin' on the nine, out to get mine

I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Blowin' motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block, strugglin'

And rollin' with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, blast
Straight strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
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Shades Of Gray - Lyrics - Robert Earl Keen

Title: Shades Of Gray
Artist: Robert Earl Keen
Composer(s): Robert Earl Keen

Lyric:
We made Oklahoma a little after 3
Randy, his brother Bob and my old GMC
We had some moonshine whiskey and some of Bob's homegrown
We were so messed up we didn't know if we were drunk or stoned

Randy was a sad-sack, tall kinda frail
Bob was a raving maniac, crazy in the head
They been kicked out of high school several years ago
For pushin' over port-a-cans at the 4-H rodeo

Since then they've done their little dance right outside the law
Popped twice in Oklahoma, once in Arkansas
And I don't know what possessed me to want to tag along
'Cause I was raised a Christian and I knew right from wrong

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

We stole two Charolais heifers from Randy's sweetheart's paw
Sold them at the livestock sale outside of Wichita
We got 900 dollars and never did suspect
The world of hurt we'd be in once we cashed that check

Next day we heard the story on the local radio
We made our plans that very night to go to Mexico
And I swear we would have made it if it wasn't for that shine
I got sick about the time we crossed that Kansas line

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

I was layin' in the bar ditch prayin' I would die
When a light come on above us and a voice come from the sky
A half a dozen unmarked cars came screeching to a halt
They grabbed Bob, he started screamin' it was all my fault

There were men and dogs and helicopter buzzin' all around
They had the brothers on the pickup hood and me down on the ground
Bob flew all to pieces but Randy he held tight
When a black man in a suit and tie stepped out into the light
He told his men to turn us loose they put down their guns
He said these are just some sorry kids, they ain't the ones

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray

So they left us by the roadside down hearted and alone
Randy got behind the wheel said boys I'm going home
So we turned around to face our fate hung over but alive
On that mornin' in late April, Oklahoma, 1995

Right or wrong, black or white
Cross the line you're gonna pay
In the dawn before the light
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray
Live and die by the shades of gray

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40 - Flashin' - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Flashin'
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Ooh ooh
Flashin'
Ooh

I'm goin' off that Boyd Dawg through Purina Chow Chow
Pow Pow hot lead on a nigga head
Chest out never understood grew up in the hood
Never knew right from wrong
Get to dumpin' on a nigga for nothin' for no reason
Mannish little knucklehead hard head heathen
Meanin' give a fuck about life I seen my momma
Stab my daddy in the stomach with a knife

When I was three years old, finally figured it out
That's why a nigga sold coke, clientele and clout
Without a motherfuckin' doubt, take a nigga out
For trying to go between my motherfuckin' paper route
Wet his ass up, that nigga see and go
Fully automatic convertible I'm a wipe away arsonist
Fire extinguisher, if you ain't spittin' heat then motherfucker
You betta damn sure be workin' for me or else you're fucked

Either that, I get your jaw wired up, pathological liar
Dope game got me like this, certify high
Smokin' more bomb than Cheech and Chong, I'm sayin'
Hit up Denny's resteraunt and order a gang of food
Run up out of that prejudiced fuck ass motherfucker
Without even havin' any N kind of intention on even payin'

Damn near flashin', that's what the fuck I'm doin'
And I'm blastin' up in this motherfucker
I got my motherfuckin' heater out and I'm sayin' fuck the world
I'm pissin' on everything, fuck it, nigga I'm flashin', I'm actin' bad
I got all kind of marbles on the motherfuckin' table
And I'm tellin' a motherfucker you touch my shit and I'm flashin'

Understand my shit, the situation is way damn real
Motherfucker I'm drunk off the shit
And I'm breakin' bottles on the pavement, I'm flashin'
Nigga I'm out there bad I'm poppin' in the air for nothin'
Nigga for no apparent reason I'm duh duh duh duh check it out
At this, got it fired up, choppers in the back of the truck

About to light the nigga crib up
Bang bang shoot 'em up claim fame
Got a little to my name, slick as sugar cane
Three in the mornin' it's hard labor chasin' paper
Nigga twerkin', go to several Russian car
Clickers come esouped with VCR's
Microwave ovens and credit cards

Pullin' all kind of heavy metal straps
Beatin' nijjas down with bumper jacks
Lip's bitches overseas shoot crap
Try to have more paper than a factory
Motherfuckers gettin' to showin' out when the yard flexes
Liable, blow a whole on a psycho
Vital, lookin' out for the rival tribal dead on arrival

Psycho, it's all about survival
Quarter ounce zippers is on
Run up in his home white sock or bone
With the chrome pistal, pistol whip a nigga
with a zap force, seen this hammer, arm and hammer
Bakin' soda, listening to the scanner, scared man
Can't win, especially when a nigga packin'
Fetti stackin', mashin', flashin'

I'm flashin', the Elroy's pulled me over
And put the flashlight to my window and told me I was speedin'
And I got to, flashin' on they ass
I got to actin' like a demon the motherfuckers told me
The other day I go to turn off my P G and E
Nigga and I got to actin' bad and I got to flashin'

On a motherfucker, motherfucker come out there
Talkin' crazy to me lookin' at me crazy up in the motherfuckin' sto'
And I said, "Bitch I'm flashin'"
Don't let me get to flashin' on yo' ass nigga
Motherfucker up in the club, and a motherfucker step on my shoe
And I got to flashin'

It's all bad, motherfucker used to be comrade
Used to fuck the same hoes, wear Jeff clothes
Closer than a bugger to a nose, choosin' vogues
Slammin' Cadillac do's together, cookin' crack
Gettin' eighteens if it's back, overkill
Put the whammy on the whoop, be on the lookout

For the state troop, might shoot
Durin' the drug deal flippin' at the mouth
Voluntarily raps your motherfuckin' folkers out
Tight about since Little League, Boy Scouts
Paper route dropped a diamond get some day skunk

I'm uh, I'm ooh cranky, booty like a old hag
She gonna get hella stanky if you're get teared up
But us niggas don't bring me back
My motherfuckin' duffel bag, I squinges off the hinges
Lean ballin', alcohol and weed
A thousand dollars worth of chump change, chicken feed

A criminal record a full of dirty deeds
Givin' niggaz black eyes and bloody lips
Cauliflower ears and extra clips
Gun clappin' music slappin' party crashin'
Brash and motherfucker flashin'

The holiday just came on the first second and third of the month
Made my check late and I got to, flashin' on motherfuckers
Next door neighbor hollerin' that shit about my beat too loud
I walked up the motherfuckin' steps and I got ta
Tellin that bitch I'm flashin'
Send a rookie to the store to bring me back some Rossi Ron

He brought me back Chablis, and I get to flashin'
On that bitch ass motherfucker, silly nigga
Yknahmsayin'? A motherfucker up in this motherfucker flashin'
Get to testin' my testicles nigga and I'ma flash on yo' ass

Bad word get back to me and I'm flashin'
Lost all my money up in the dice game and I flash
Didn't let me up in the Club Cafe Echelon and go to flashin'
Dope fiend ran off with a hundred count of my teeth and I'm flashed
Big Willie cashed my hawkin' money water so I took it to Scottie's
To keep myself from flashin'

Bought dollar 250 worth of liquor and they tried to charge me
For some ice and I flashed
Got jumped outside a house party fools left me for dead
When I got home I seen them motherfuckers
And they ass was in the red, I got to flashin'
I tell ya, bitch these niggaz I tell ya
Shit I tell ya, shit shit shit shit bitch, shit

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Truckin' - Lyrics - Dwight Yoakam

Title: Truckin'
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Robert Hall Weir, Philip Lesh, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Truckin' got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line just keep truckin' on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas, got a soft machine
Houston, too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let you be, oh no

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they better be goin'
Out of the door and down on the street all alone

Truckin', like the do-dah man
Once told me, "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay 'em down

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo
I been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
It takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

Busted, down on Bourbon Street
Set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
They just won't let you be, no

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
Get out of the door and light out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

Truckin', I'm a goin' home
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on

Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

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Truckin' - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: Truckin'
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Robert Hall Weir, Philip Lesh, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Truckin' got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line just keep truckin' on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas, got a soft machine
Houston, too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let you be, oh no

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they better be goin'
Out of the door and down on the street all alone

Truckin', like the do-dah man
Once told me, "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay 'em down

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo
I been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
It takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

Busted, down on Bourbon Street
Set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
They just won't let you be, no

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
Get out of the door and light out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

Truckin', I'm a goin' home
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on

Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

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Suffer Some - Lyrics - Strays - Janes Addiction

Title: Suffer Some
Album: Strays
Artist: Janes Addiction
Composer(s): Martyn Lenoble, Dave Navarro, Stephen Perkins, Bob Ezrin, Perry Farrell

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Lyric:
She's so lucky that she had to suffer some
Left her happy home began to drink and slum
She's got problems?
C'mon name me one?
She makes problems
Like makin' new friends

She had to suffer some
Be like everyone
Had to suffer some
She gets in free down at the scream
Oh yeah

All night running through her living room
All her sucked up her friends and daughter too
You poor mother! You cashed your little one in
For a three bag fill up and a new syringe

She had to suffer some
Be like everyone
Had to suffer some
Was in the pink now she's in the blue
Oh yeah

And you know
She's seen better days
Did you hear?
How far she's gone?
Far away
Far away
She's gone far away

May be the last song you'll be sung
Ain't no sweet left in that emotion
She's got problems
And more problems to come
'Cause it's worse than murder
That's what you done
Now you go suffer

Yeah she had to suffer some
Be like every one
Had to suffer some
Was in the pink baby's feeling blue?
Yeah she had to suffer some
Be like every one
Had to suffer some
She gets in free
Always was a freak
Oh yeah
Oh yeah

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Never Make A Move Too Soon - Lyrics - King of the Blues - B.B. King

Title: Never Make A Move Too Soon
Album: King of the Blues
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): W Jennings, S Hooper

Lyric:
Three days of snow in Birmingham
Thought you'd wonder where I am
Rang our number all night long
It's no comfort on the telephone

Ran out and caught a midnight flight
Thought a little love would make everything all right
The landlord said, "You moved away
And left me all of your bills to pay"
Look out baby, you might have made your move too soon

Left me with a Keno card
This life in Vegas sure ain't hard
I ran it up to about fifty grand
Cashed it in and held it in my hand

That kind of word can get around
And make a lost love come up found
I hear you knocking baby, at my door
But you know you ain't living here no more, it's too bad
I think you made your move too soon

I've been from Spain to Tokyo
From Africa to Ohio
I never tried to make the news
I'm just a man who plays the blues

I take my lovin' everywhere
I come back, and they still care, you know
One love ahead, one love behind
One in my arms and one on my mind
There's one thing baby, I never make my move too soon

Yeah
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it baby
Do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, yeah alright
Do it now, Lucille yeah

I've been from Spain to Tokyo
From Africa to Ohio
I never tried to make the news
I'm just a man who plays the blues

I take my lovin' everywhere
I come back, you know they still all care
One love ahead and one behind
One in my arms you know, one on my mind
And there's one thing people, I never make my move too soon, do it
Yes [Incomprehensible], yes [Incomprehensible], yeah
Yes, yeah yeah

Do it, do it, do it
Yeah, yeah
Never make my move too soon
Yeah do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it, do it
Never make 'em too soon, babe

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I Never Work On A Sunday - Lyrics - Keith Urban

Title: I Never Work On A Sunday
Artist: Keith Urban
Composer(s): Keith Urban

Lyric:
I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home

I left the office in a flash on Friday
Threw my boots in the car
Cashed my pay check and headed for the country
To sleep underneath the stars

I drove all day Saturday and right into the evenin'
'Til there were no more city lights
Those broken lines were gettin' blurry through my windscreen
Well I guess I drove all night

Then Sunday mornin' found me rollin' into sunrise
With my fuel gauge dead
I pulled into fill up, found the place deserted
And a little sign that read

I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home

All I could do is call up a tow truck
To take me further down the road
I fumbled round and round for some change in my pocket
Walked fifteen minutes to the phone

There in the phone book, I found a business advert
Saying, "Use us instead"
I dialed the number and a tape recorder answered
And it politely said

I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home

I finally got back home and it took forever
Then at work the next day, somebody said
"Hey, the boss said he wants to see you in his office right away"
He told me just how far behind the work was getting
And on the weekend could I stay
I started laughin' and said, "You must be kiddin'
I just got one thing to say, you know what I said

I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home

I never work on a Sunday
I've got a life of my own
And this here is the one day
I spend with my family at home

I'm quite entitled to one day
To spend with my family at home"

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What About Us - Lyrics - Ministry

Title: What About Us
Artist: Ministry
Composer(s): Paul G. Barker, Alien Jourgensen, Deborah Coon, Max Brody

Lyric:
Just like another speck of dust that's on the highway of life
He screams at anyone who'll listen that the end is in sight
So then he circles the wagons or he just circles then quits
'Cause the highway could become the final battling pit?

So when the company wants another problem resolved
Or if the company wants a choice of nothing at all
Point your thumb out to the highway through the heat and the dust
And raise your finger in the middle till you shout

What about us? What about us?
What about us? What about us?

Just like another last call, it means nothing at all
You either kiss a lot of ass or tear the clock off the wall
Another warning ignored another sign of the times
They say the sky is gonna fall, so why not drink till your blind

So when the company wants another company-man
Or when the company wants another thousand year plan
You'll let your boot go up the road you cannot possibly trust
Till the screaming hits the ceiling and you ask

What about us? What about us?
What about us? What about us?
What about us?

What about us? What about us?
What about us? What about us?

Don't follow my path to extinction
If I had a mind , I'd leave it alone
We speak of liberation, can't them get a medication
Like a journey to the inside of carnal fiction
Release yourself where the predator prays
Rewind your mind, freeze your world apart

Wage war on the eye which cannot see
Destroy the temple of emptiness
And what about them in the wake of damnation?
And what about us? Do we come from God?

Just like the old soft shoe or the old song and dance
The only check that's in the mail is prob'ly already cashed
Are you a victim of chance? Is this the way to succeed
Or just a crack in the wall of what the people believe?

So when the company wants the final weapon online
When the company wants to repossess your mind
You gotta wonder if the fear that we loathe or trust
Would ever waste a precious second trying to answer

What about us? What about us?
What about us? What about us?
What about us? What about us?

Do we come from God?
What about them?

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Carnival Song - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: Carnival Song
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Jeffery Allen Black

Lyric:
I've been quite the traveler ever since I hit the road
And the Sullen county carnival has been my earn in gold
I've been quite alone since I remember when
I turned my ultimatums into chips and cashed them in

I used to run the Ferris wheel but that'd be hard to prove
I can't stand to see a rolling wheel propped up so it can't move
I used to run the carousel hell that's just round and round
Never liked to see them ponies painted up and bolted down

The only thing that keeps me from staying here is leaving
The only thing that saves me from it all is I'll be gone
Just when I could trust in all the things that I believe in
I had to pack it up and move along
And I'll tell you the boys I'm not the only one

I was a straight man at the ring toss but that was just a jaunt
I can't see throwing rings around things you don't really want
I could run the roller coaster but that might break my heart
So much hard travelin' just to wind up where you start

Now I just work the gateway and I'm pretty satisfied
Little booth is red and blue and I just sit inside
I just take your money and give tickets out in trade
Think about my life and all the promises I made

The only thing that keeps me from staying here is leaving
Who's running from the things they've left undone

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