Cool Down - Lyrics - Triumph

Title: Cool Down
Artist: Triumph
Composer(s): Rik Emmett, Mike Levine, Gil Moore

Lyric:
Woman turn my head around
Woman my whole world's upside down
You come into my life and you tear it all apart
You can't put out the fire once it starts
'Til there's nothin' left to burn inside my heart

Cut the cards, watch her deal
She got nerves of steel
Play with fire when you play her game
Love's desire feeds the flame
I realize, I'm terrified
She's so hot, can't stop

Cool down, cool down
You make me crazy
Makin' me hot, I gotta stop
I need a shot

Nothin' you can do or say
Can make her change her way, yeah
Burn me up such a big shot girl
Got a one way ticket to a white hot world
I got the fever down to the bone
I'm on my knees, please, leave me alone

Cool down, cool down, crazy, crazy
Makin' me got, I gotta stop
'Cause I need a shot
I'm on fire burnin' all the time

Cool down, cool down
Down, down, cool down, yeah

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Cool Place To Park - Lyrics - Scumdogs Of The Universe - Gwar

Title: Cool Place To Park
Album: Scumdogs Of The Universe
Artist: Gwar
Composer(s): Michael Joseph Bishop, David E. Brockie, Michael Derks, Peter Lee, David M Musel, Brad Roberts

Lyric:
Frozen in time
We watched as you grew
Now the ice is gone
Now we travel on

It seems like forever
You know we're looking cool
We can't find cool, cool, cool
Cool, cool, cool, cool, cool
Cool place to park

Old Medusa with her gorgon braids
She asked us to her promenade
Driving in our death machine
A thousand years or more around
And around and around and around the block

You know we're looking for
A cool place to park
Cool place to park, cool, cool
Cool, cool, can't find, cool, cool
Can't find cool

Satan's sow is honking
Hera's slowly creeping
Nymphs in my back seat
All dripping on my Naugahyde

Please let me find it
I got to find it
Cool, cool, cool, cool
Cool, cool, cool, cool

Your golden arches
And your shopping malls
Remind us
You must fall down, fall down
Fall right down, fall, fall down
Fall down, fall down, fall

Cool park, cool park
Cool park, cool park
Cool park, cool park

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Diggy Down - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Diggy Down
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): M Smith, Bobby F Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down
Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can cannot be found
This, the season for murder isn't no reason
To hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin'
And every alley-way, they're gettin' high
On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies
Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen
Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Young people, with no education
Politicians, deny and segregation
Young infants, deserted and abandoned
Step parents, lack in understandin'
Homelessness, all across the land, war, man against man
Treachery and evil fillin' our communities and all these hypocrites
Aiy yo, they're stealin' from our charities

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up
People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up

People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up
People are gettin' hurt, people are gettin' hurt up
People are gettin' done, people are gettin' done up

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Diggedy down, down just look around, my world is goin' down
Disease is spreadin' everywhere, I can cannot be found
This, the season for murder isn't no reason
To hurt another brother but temptation is so pleasin'
And every alley-way, they're gettin' high
On playgrounds they're sellin' crack and every day another baby dies
Pistol whippin', kidnappin', anything can happen
Diggedy down, diggedy down with Old Trafford

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Many poisonous chemicals and, boom
Many devilish goals are up, soon
No love where loves' ya dwell in
Mother earth transformed into hell an'
Ice, murders, conspiracy and, schemes
Young boys will reveal their, dreams
Handguns in the hands of the young
And dis all this paranoia
Yo, there's much slugs for everyone

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

We need to rise
As if we live with our eyes
Stay away from the hate
Before it's too late
We go

Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down, down
Down, down, diggy, diggy, down

We got to rise

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A Break In The Clouds - Lyrics - Jayhawks

Title: A Break In The Clouds
Artist: Jayhawks
Composer(s): Gary Michael Louris, Marc Perlman, Karen Louise Grotberg, Timothy James O'Reagan

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Lyric:
I just want to remember you
The way you're standing there
With that hurry home looks in your eyes
And flowers on the table

Sometimes I see too much
Sometimes I see too little
Sometimes shadows fall, darken all
And cover up the fable

Every time that I see your face
It's like cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

Sometimes I see my memories
Like a film that never stops
Although I know how it ends
Still I can't help but watch

There's a break in the clouds
As I feel myself shiver
Still there's no light coming through
No reflection on the river

Every time that I see your face
It's like cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

Every time that I see your face
It's like cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

Cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back
Cool, cool water running down my back

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For The Cool In You - Lyrics - Love Songs - Babyface

Title: For The Cool In You
Album: Love Songs
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Kenneth B Edmonds, Daryl Simmons

Lyric:
This is for the cool in you, yeah
Woo

Here we go round and round and round
And back and forth you know
Everybody goes through it sometime
And that's just the way it flows
So we go up and down and up
And in and out the door
Even thought you know you've been through it before

For every argument that we've experienced, yeah
It's nice to know that you've remained composed
And I wanna thank you, for the chill in you
Especially for you being so cool

This is for the cool in you
Cool in you, cool in
This is for the chill in you
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
This is for you cool in you
Cool in you, cool in
This for the chill in you
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool

Looking on back at all the changes
That I put you through
Any other girl in your position
Show snuff would've been through
Thinkin' about how you made it easy
Always there for me
Never once did you turn your back and leave

For every tear you've cried, I've cried a thousand times
Never once did I want you to hurt inside
I wanna thank you, for the chill in you
Especially for you being so cool

I think this is for the cool in you
Cool in you, cool in
I said "This is for the chill in you"
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
I said "This is for you cool in you"
Cool in you, cool in
I said "This is for the chill in you"
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool

For every tear you've cried, I've cried a thousand times
Never once did I want you to hurt inside
I wanna thank you, for the chill in you
Especially for you being so cool

This is for the cool in you
Cool in you, cool in
I said, "This is for the chill in you"
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
I said, "This is for you cool in you"
Cool in you, cool in
I said, "This is for the chill in you"
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool

This is for the cool in you
Cool in you, cool in
I said, "This is for the chill in you"
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
I said, "This is for you cool in you"
Cool in you, cool in
I said, "This is for the chill in you"
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool

Cool in you, cool in
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
Ahh c'mon, c'mon, c'mon I said
Cool in you, cool in
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool

About the cool in
About the cool in
Cool in you, cool in
About the
About, about, about the cool in
About the cool in
About the cool in
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
About the
About, about, about the cool in
About the cool in
About the cool in
Cool in you, cool in
About the
About, about, about the cool in
About the cool in
About the cool in
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
About the
About, about, about the cool in you babe

About the cool in
About the cool in
Cool in you, cool in
About the
About, about, about the cool in
About the cool in
About the cool in
Cool in you, cool, cool, cool, cool
About the
About, about, about the cool in
About the cool in
About the cool in
Cool in you, cool in
About the
About, about, about the cool in

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Cool Down - Lyrics - Lucky Dube

Title: Cool Down
Artist: Lucky Dube
Composer(s): Lucky Phillip Dube

Lyric:
They've been married for seventeen years
But you can see she don't trust him at all
And you can see she don't believe he's not cheating
You can't blame a poor girl
He's been a busy man all his life, just like the rest of us

Then one day she caught him with another girl, he said, "It was his mother"
She caught with another one, he said, "It was his sister"
He's in deep water again, I don't know what he gonna say today
But I won't be surprise if he gets out of this one like the other ones
'Cause I know he's the Houdini of cheaters, hear him now when he says

Cool down baby, everything is under control
It doesn't matter where I get my appetite
I will always eat at home
Cool down baby, everything is under control
It doesn't matter where I get my appetite
I will always eat at home, oh, oh, yeah, baby

They've been married for seventeen years
But you can see he don't trust her at all
And you can see he don't believe she's not cheating
You can't blame a poor man
She's been a busy girl all her life just like the rest of us

One day he caught her with another man, she said, "It was her father"
He caught her with another one, she said, "It was her brother"
I believe that it is true birds of a feather fly together
She has learned from master wasn't surprised at all
When I heard her say, hey

Cool down baby, everything is under control
It doesn't matter where I get my appetite
I will always eat at home
Cool down baby, everything is under control
It doesn't matter where I get my appetite
I will always eat at home
Cool down baby, everything is under control

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Smooth Chick - Lyrics - Da Real World - Missy Elliott

Title: Smooth Chick
Album: Da Real World
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott

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Lyric:
Party time
Uh say what?
Uh huh yo
Uh say what
Uh huh, uh huh
Uh uh what
Uh huh one more
Uh yo, yo bring it to me

Come here baby, let me blow your mind
I'mma spit shine like turpentine
I love niggas, all different kinds
I'mma show you all how to work the spine
If you a playa then you sure ain't mine
I'mma cut you off like circumcise
I'm a real chick and it no surprise
If you dialin' me then you must realize

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'm ma shake my ass down to the music

Come on baby let's do the bump
Keep drinking up 'til you get me drunk
Don't front, smoke a pound of funk
Something real quick like uh, uh
Got tens in the back of the jeep
If you got a friend and he all on me
Could it be he's a fan of me?
Or could it be he see that I'm Missy?

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'mma shake my ass down to the music

Eh baby, why you trippin' for?
'Cause I'm on top and you're down below
You want me or you want my dough?
'Cause if it's my dough, then you hit the door
Eh yo boo, I think you know
That I got gats and they crack the floor
Missy take shit no more
So all that talk is a no, no, no

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'mma shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'm ma shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'mma shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
Shake my ass down to the music

I'm a smooth chick, I'm a cool chick
I got gats but don't make me use it
I'm quick to lose it, I'm 'bout to do it
I'mma shake my ass down to the music

Yo
Misdemeanor, uh
Timothy, uh
And Aaliyah uh
Motherfucker now, uh
Ginuwine, uh
Maganoo, uh
Drop, play it
One two, motherfucker

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Cool It Down - Lyrics - Ash

Title: Cool It Down
Artist: Ash
Composer(s): Tim Wheeler

Lyric:
Hot as hell, under the spell
Head spinning 'round on a carousel
Burning concrete under your feet
Radical heat, stop your heartbeat

Temper, temper don't blow a fuse
When you break down, no you ain't no use
If you screw up, yeah you know it's true
Everybody gonna just step on you

You gotta try to work it out
Gotta cool it down oh yeah, oh yeah
Going down the drain
Gotta learn to tame your monkey brain
Gotta cool it down oh yeah, oh yeah

Electric shot, delinquent rock
At the guillotine with your head on the block
You're getting so high that you don't even know
Pretty soon you're gonna get vertigo

Ya alienate as you deviate
All the people that used to relate
Creating the hate as you circulate
As you orchestrate, it's the truth I state

You gotta try to work it out
Gotta find out find out what it's all about
Gotta cool it down oh yeah, oh yeah
Going down the drain
Gotta learn to tame your monkey brain
Gotta coll it down oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

From the dirty south, with your dirty mouth
Bad attitude, gotta knock it out
Boiling point, gonna torch the joint
And no one'll hear you shout

Hazy horizon, temperature rising
Hotter every day
Getting high on your own supply
Gonna throw it all away

You gotta try to work it out
Gotta find out find out what it's all about
Gotta cool it down oh yeah, oh yeah
Going down the drain
Gotta learn to tame your monkey brain
Gotta cool it down oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah, oh yeah

Cool it down
Don't blow a fuse
Don't blow a fuse
Don't blow a fuse

Cool it down
Don't blow a fuse
Don't blow a fuse
Don't blow a fuse
Oh yeah

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Buckin' Em Down - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: Buckin' Em Down
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Quincy Jones, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yeah, man the flavor, flavor
Yeah, ah yeah, who we doing?

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why?
I make your Benz seem obsolete G

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man just caught a case
Not from 'Texa-mase'
From gettin' funky like a staircase

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a Tech
With an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you nice with your hands?

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the
Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up and the

Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' them up
Biggin' them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pick

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the style
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block, yeah
When all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a Spiro
And now you got more beef than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the disare is in fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em down

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Dumb It Down - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Dumb It Down
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Rudolph Loyola Lopez, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco

Lyric:
Carrera
(Dumb it down)
Coolest, what
(Dumb it down)
FNF up
(Dumb it down)
(Dumb it down)

I'm fearless, now hear this, I?m earless
And I?m peerless, that means I?m eyeless
Which means I?m tearless
Which means my iris resides where my ears is

Which means I?m blinded
But I?mma find it I can feel its nearness
But I?mma veer so I don't come near
Like a chicken or a deer

But I remember I?m not a listener or a seer
So my windshields smear
Here, you steer, I really shouldn?t be behind this
Clearly cause my blindness

The windshield is minstreled, the whole grill is road kill
So trill and so sincere, yea I?m both them there
Took both pills when a bloke in a trench coat
And the locs in a chair had approached him here

Made it clear as a ghost so a biter of the throats in the mirror
The writer of the quotes for the ghosts
Who supplier of the notes that they living
Riverton is rosey, pockets full of poseys
Given to the mother of the deceased awaken at war
'Till I'm resting in peace

You going over heads Lu
(Dumb it down)
They telling me that they don't feel you
(Dumb it down)
We ain?t graduate from school
(Dumb it down)
Them big words ain?t cool
(Dumb it down)

Yea I heard "mean and vicious"
(Dumb it down)
Make a song for the *****
(Dumb it down)
We don't care about the weather
(Dumb it down)
You'll sell more records if you
(Dumb it down)

And I?m mouthless which means I?m soundless
Now as far as the hearing now I found it
It was as far as the distance from an earing to the ground is
But the doorknockers on the ear of a stewardess in the Lear

She fine and she flying I feel I?m flying by 'cause my mind?s on cloud nine
And in her mind and at the same time
Pimps see the wings on the underground king
Who?s also Klingon to infinity and beyond
Something really stinks but I Spinks like Leon

Or lion in the desert, I?m flying on Pegasus, you flying on a pheasant
Rider of the white powder, picker of the fire flower
Spit hot fire like Dylan on Chappelle skit
Yea, smell it on my unicorn, don't snort the white horse
But toot my own horn

You been shedding too much light Lu
(Dumb it down)
You're makin' 'em wanna do right Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're getting self esteem Lu
(Dumb it down)
These girls are tryna be queens Lu
(Dumb it down)

They're tryna graduate from school Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're starting to think that smart is cool Lu
(Dumb it down)
They're tryna get up out the hood Lu
(Dumb it down)
I don't tell you what you should do
(Dumb it down)

And I?m brainless which means I?m headless like Ichabod Crane is
Or foreplayless sex is, which makes me saneless
With no neck left to hang a chain with

Which makes me necklace less like a necklace theft
And I ain?t use my headrest yet
They said they need proof like a vestless chest
About the best fair FF jet in the nest

Who exudes confidence and excess depth
Even scuba Steve will find it hard to breathe
Around these leagues, my snorkel is a tuba
Lu the ruler around these seas

Westside Poseidon, Westside beside him
Chest high and rising almost touching the knees
Of stewardess and the pilot, lucky they make you flowered
Personal floating devices, tricks falling out of my sleeves

David Blaine, make it rain, make a boat, I make a plane
Then I pull the plug and I make it drain
Until I feel like flowing and filling it up again
Westside

You be putting me to sleep
(Dumb it down)
That's why you ain?t poppin' in the streets
(Dumb it down)
You ain?t winning no awards
(Dumb it down)
Robots and skateboards?
(Dumb it down)

GQ man of the year G?
(Dumb it down)
Ain?t rocking over here B
(Dumb it down)
Why don't you talk about your cars?
(Dumb it down)
And what the f*** is 'go yard'?
(Dumb it down)

Make it rain for the chicks
(Dumb it down)
Pour champagne on a *****
(Dumb it down)
What the f*** is wrong with you?
(Dumb it down)
How can I get on a song with you?
(Dumb it down)

Look B, here?s my math, my 2way, uh
What's, uh, here take this, stay right there
What my boys talking about
You hot for me, I like you

Listen G they tell me I should come down cousin
But I flatly refused I ain?t dumb down nothing

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Dead Man Saloon - Lyrics - Creeper Lagoon

Title: Dead Man Saloon
Artist: Creeper Lagoon
Composer(s): Ian Sefchick, Sharky Laguana

Lyric:
Running down to the dead man saloon
Drinks are wild in the afternoon
Let her cool down so you can sleep tonight
Holding dear to the lifeless champagne
She has left you with no sustain
You are slowing down so you can be free again

Tripping out by yourself on the great plains
Go and catch all the falling airplanes
Gonna tear that stadium down
To the ground
Ooh forever asleep
My soul will keep

No one hears from the star crossed dry room
Gotta run can wait I'll die soon
Gonna turn my amplifier on
Like a bell
Ooh calms me down
The guitar Sound

Running down to the dead man saloon
Drinks are wild in the afternoon
Let her cool down so you can sleep tonight
Holding dear to the lifeless champagne
She has left you with no sustain
You are slowing down so you can be free again
Free again
Free again
I am afraid of the things you do to me

Gonna stand on a hill of Sapphire
Son Clara who writes in black fire
Gonna turn that orchestra on
Like a bell
Ooh calms me down
The cello sound

Running down to the dead man saloon
Drinks are wild in the afternoon
Let her cool down so you can sleep tonight
Holding dear to the lifeless champagne
She has left you with no sustain
You are slowing down so you can be free again

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Straighten Up And Fly Right - Lyrics - Neal Mccoy

Title: Straighten Up And Fly Right
Artist: Neal Mccoy
Composer(s): Nat King Cole, Irving Mills

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Lyric:
Alright, a buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on the square
The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
The monkey grabbed his neck and said, "Now listen Jack"

"Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa don't you blow your top"

Ain't no use in divin'
What's the use in jivin'?
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa don't you blow your top

The buzzard told the monkey, "You are choking me
Release your hold and I will set you free"
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye
He said, "Your story's so touching but it sounds just like a lie"

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa don't you blow your top, let's go

The buzzard told the monkey, "You are choking me
Release your hold and I will set you free"
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye
He said, "Your story's so touching but it sounds just like a lie"

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa don't you blow your top

Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Well straighten up and fly right
Cool down papa don't you blow your top
Cool down papa don't you blow your top

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Cool The Engines - Lyrics - Third Stage - Boston

Title: Cool The Engines
Album: Third Stage
Artist: Boston
Composer(s): Brad Delp, Fran Sheehan, Tom Scholz

Lyric:
Now I like takin' off
Don't like burnin' out
Every time you turn it on
Makes me want to shout

We keep getting hotter
Movin' way too fast
If we don't slow this fire down
We're not gonna last

Cool the engines
Red line's gettin' near
Cool the engines
Better take it out of gear

I'm no fool, I'm gonna keep it cool
And take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Til we take it all the way

Take me for a ride
Take me all the way
Take me where I've never been
Someplace I can stay

Don't get yourself too hot
Don't get yourself too high
If we don't take it easy now
We can kiss it all goodbye

Cool the engines
Slow this rocket down
Cool the engines
Why don't ya take a look around

I'm no fool, gonna keep it cool
Take it day by day
We won't know where we might go
'Til we take it all the way

Cool the engines
Cool the engines
Cool the engines

Cool the engines
Cool the engines
Cool the engines
Better cool it down

Cool the engines

And now we're on our way
No need to hurry just to get from day to day
And I, ooh, I know
We don't have to run that hard to get where we can go

Cool the engines
Cool the engines down
Cool the engines
Cool the engines down

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Down The Line - Lyrics - Rick Nelson

Title: Down The Line
Artist: Rick Nelson
Composer(s): Roy Orbison

Lyric:
Well, you can't be my lovin', baby
You ain't got the style
I'm gonna get some real gone love
That will drive the cool cat wild
I wanna move, move on down the line
Yeah, I wanna get some loving love that's truly fine

Yeah, I wanna move on down the line
I wanna get some love that's truly fine
She'll be cool and do me right
She'll be cool and twice as gone
We're gonna roll on, roll on down the line
Oh, do right, do right all the time

Yeah, I'm wanna move on down the line
I wanna get some love that's truly fine
She'll be cool and do me right
She'll be cool and twice as gone
We're gonna roll on, roll on down the line
Oh, I wanna do right, do right all the time, yeah

Uh, I'm gonna show it ain't so hot
I'm gonna get what you ain't got
She'll be cool and do me right
She'll be cool and twice as gone
We're gonna roll on, roll on down the line
Yeah, I wanna do right, do right all the time

Well, I wanna move on down the line
I wanna get some love that's truly fine
She'll be cool and do me right
She'll be cool and twice as gone
We're gonna roll on, roll on down the line
Oh, I wanna do right, do right all the time
Yeah, I wanna do right, do right all the time

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Down The Line - Lyrics - Johnny Cash

Title: Down The Line
Artist: Johnny Cash
Composer(s): Roy Orbison

Lyric:
Well, you can't be my lover, baby
You ain't got the style
I'm gonna get some real good love
That'll drive the cool cats wild

I gotta move, roll it right on down
I'm gonna get me a girl and I'll go out on the town

Yes, I gotta move on down the line
I wanna get me a girl and I'll make some time
She can't be square, she can't be bully
When she starts trouble, gotta look at me

Gotta move, move it right on down
I'm gonna get me a girl and I'll go out on the town, yeah

Oh, well I'm gonna show you a-way so hot
I'm gonna get what you ain't got
She'll be sweet, she won't do me wrong
She'll be cool and twice as gone

I'm gonna move, move it right on down
I'm gonna get me a girl and I'll go out on the town

Yes, I'm gonna move on down the line
I wanna get me a girl and make some time
She can't be square, she can't be bully
When she starts trouble, gotta go get cool

Gotta move, move it right on down
I'm gonna get me a girl and I'll go out on the town, yeah

I'm gonna move on down the line
I wanna get me a girl, make some time
She can't be square, she can't be bully
When she starts trouble, gotta go get cool
Gotta move, move it right on down

Yes, I'm gonna move on down the line
I wanna get me a girl and make some time
She can't be square, she can't be slow
When she starts trouble, gotta go get cool

Gotta move, move it right on down
I'm gonna get me a girl and I'll go out on the town

Yes, I'm gonna move on down the line
I wanna get me a girl and I'll make some time
She can't be square, she can't be bully
When it starts trouble, gotta go get cool

Gotta move, move it right on down
I'm gonna get me a girl and I'll go out on the town

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Hold Me Down - Lyrics - Out Of Business - Epmd

Title: Hold Me Down
Album: Out Of Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith

Lyric:
Mm-hmm, hold me down, hold me down, hold me down
Ah yeah yeah hold me down, yeah, hold me down
Word up, ye-yeah, a-yeh, to hold me down, hold me down
Word to, everybody that, hold me down, yo, what?

Aiyyo P back me up now, hold me down
While I go around this town, snatchin' crowns
From those supposed, wannabe rap vocalists
If you nice get your rope and dosey-do in this
Let me know somethin' you wanna fight? Let's go somethin'
If not, close your mouth and say nothing
Y'all imitations, fuckin' up the whole situation
With sucker MC infiltration

Aiyyo straight up, you light MC's better get your weight up
I'm benchin' three hundred and change, starvin cats get ate up
Ain't that ill? How I can just stare and watch the blood spill
From an unknown rapper but now the rapper's no thrill
Now how real is that? Burnin' gats, knifes and bats
Hot rhyme, status, with the hot wax
Mixed with the street slang is where it's at
Perhaps, you should close your mouth kid and slide back

Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo P, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

You got shit harder than this, Erick Serm' and Parrish Smith?
What's this? Piped out five, with the kit?
And millions to back it, keep it rugged never wack kid
This ain't just rhymin', God's on the way and he's askin'
Who's been followin' the rules, two noided, so we strap tools
And can't cool, this go out to the cats in school
It's not the norm, word bond, so get ready for the rainstorm

Too hot, fuck lukewarm, when we swarm
Yeah we swarm Mc's with the bee effect, zzzzz, sting 'em
Like Muhammad, set the scene I'm bombin' on CEO's, A&R's
Street team to a manager for the cream, we damage ya
On light-skinned, dark-skinned, albino, from a crackhead
Dopefiend , or wino, bring the Ultra-ment, stick you with the Magnetic
Give a shout, to them sweet cats, rap diabetics

Yo P, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Yo E, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down

Yo PMD, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
E-Dub, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Mic Doc, hold me down
I'm holdin' you down
Green Eyed Bandit, holdin' it down
Yeah, I'm holdin' you down

Niggaz tryin' to jam the frequency, when on the low
They be peepin' me and the E, DJ Scratch, EPMD
The Dream Team, who fiend for the cream since sixteen
Dodgin' po-nine and marks, with the high beams
God-body, rap style, Mazerrati catchin' bodies
E Double holdin' shit down with the sawed off shotty

What you thought? We takin' more than nickels and shorts?
Get the fuck out of here, nothin' sweet here, you get your shit torched
I spit flames at Oklahoma when done, you can smell the Sermon aroma
In a coma, burned to death, man listen, did he deserve
The kicked to the curb, ass whippin'? Believe you me, it was his destiny
For the child to end for fuckin' with men

P and I got somethin' for all y'all who stand tall
And dose dat like to ball, so we ball like Spalding
In the time of need who you calling when your career is falling?
Way down, you've been hit, lay down, hit the ground
Don't get up, stay down, relax a minute, you shouldn'ta
Put your two cents in it now you up a creek
In the back of a car that's rented

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The G.O.A.T. - Lyrics - G.O.A.T. - Ll Cool J

Title: The G.O.A.T.
Album: G.O.A.T.
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Adam Fenton, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
I'm the greatest of all time

I was on the movie set, then he hit me on the cell
Niggas out here talk 'bout the king of rap fell
Fell where? Don't these niggas know I'm LL?
Lemme run it through this album, tell Spielberg, "Chill"
My jet hit La Guardia six in the morn'
They be waitin' in the Bentley when the plane takes on
Straight to the studio dirty, no shower
Threw out 5 mics in the first half hour

Niggas know, who about to get all the dough
(LL)
Who about to hit all your homes
(LL)
Who about to spit all the flows
That's all I can say, and I can't stands no more
(We know)
Aiight then, what the fuck the deal yo?
I's raised on some ill shit, let's be real
Uptown the Bronx, and Brooklyn and Queens
Staten Island, Jersey, ya know the routine

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
Yeah, yeah
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
Yeah, yeah
I'm the greatest of all time

East Coast y'all want it, y'all got it
Look up in my eyes, a nigga feeling psychotic
Look outside nigga, my car's excited
Look at the crowd, how they respond to my product
Like ecstasy, my crew's next to me
It's my destiny, to make history
I'm the emperor, rap king
From the streets of Paris, up north to sing-sing

One question, "Do I do my thing thing?"
(Hell yeah)
Then putcha L's in the air, for the greatest rapper o' all time
You want that nigga album
But that nigga bought all mine
So get the realness
(Uhh)
Matter fact turn it up so you can feel this
(Uhh)
Ice grill all you want, I'm fearless
(Uhh)
Nigga, you just blue try, you can't appeal this
(Uhh)
I'm about to kill this
(Uhh)

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(LL Cool J is hard as)
(Break it down)

Feel it, yeah, blow ya whistles, yeah
(You can't fuck wit me, nigga)
Feel it
(The fuck wrong wit you?)

I wrote so ill that I sold ten mill'
Drop mo' platinum, to fo' mo' bills
You pop mo' shit, I show mo' skill
Greatest of all time, and that's all real
Ain't no rapper could do what I do
Rip ya whole label solo, no crew
Ain't a MC that I can't go through
And I only have respect for a chosen few

But they could get it too
Trust me, you don't want L to spit at you
I'm the one they call when shit gets critical
The way I conquer the world is spiritual, I'm imperial
Everlasting, the best who ever did it
Holdin' the crown down, can't nobody get it
Germany, Italy, France, Japan
London, Africa, bow to the master, the G.O.A.T.

The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool J)
I'm the greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time

I'm the G.O.A.T.
The greatest of all time
(Cool, Cool, Cool J)
The greatest of all time
(LL)
The greatest of all time
(LL Cool J is hard as)

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I Tried - Lyrics - Brandy

Title: I Tried
Artist: Brandy
Composer(s): Christopher Martin, Tim Mosley, Stephen Percy Harris, Guy Rupert Berryman, Jonathan Mark Buckland, William Champion, Candice Nelson, Walter Worth Millsap

Lyric:
I'm sittin' home on a cold day
Underneath the covers like a little baby
I think I wanna hear some Coldplay
Especially that song where the man says

Did I drive you away? I know what you're sayin'
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Ooh, whoa, whoa
I know all about your ways

What you do when you're gone
And I knew all along
And they say some people change
So I'll just turn and look the other way

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

All I can see is your old face
Givin' my love away at some woman's place
Maybe I should I get up and go wash my face
Cryin' never kept you at home anyway

Did I drive you away? I know what you're sayin'
(I know I didn't but you said it)
Ooh, whoa, whoa
I know all about your ways

What you do when you're gone
And I knew all along
And they say some people change
So I'll just turn and look the other way

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

I noticed it, the calls you get
Leavin' the room and shit
And I knew you had a bitch
And I hated it, that's what I get

I noticed it, the calls you get
Leavin' the room and shit
And I knew you had a bitch
And I hated it, that's what I get

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

I tried to be blind to your game
Deep down I knew you wouldn't stay around
Shoulda left your side in the first place
But I thought I'd be cool when you would play around

Thought I'd be cool
Thought I'd be cool

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Straighten Up And Fly Right - Lyrics - Unforgettable: With Love - Natalie Cole

Title: Straighten Up And Fly Right
Album: Unforgettable: With Love
Artist: Natalie Cole
Composer(s): Nat King Cole, Irving Mills

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Lyric:
The buzzard took the monkey for a ride in the air
The monkey thought that everything was on a square
Buzzard tried to throw the monkey off his back
But the monkey grabbed his neck and said, "Now listen, Jack"

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top

Ain't no use in divin', what's the use of jivin'
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top

The buzzard told the monkey, "You are chokin' me
Release your hold and I will set you free"
The monkey looked the buzzard right dead in the eye
And said, "Your story's so touching but it sounds like a lie"

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top

Straighten up and fly right
Straighten up and stay right
Straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top

Ain't no use in divin', what's the use of jivin'
You better straighten up and fly right
Cool down pappa, don't you blow your top

Fly right

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Get Down - Lyrics - Bigger & Deffer - Ll Cool J

Title: Get Down
Album: Bigger & Deffer
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Bob Ervin, D Pierce, D Simon, James T Smith

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Lyric:
G-g-get

Down, to the rhythm that'll rock the walls
Go sportin' and jordans and I'm on the balls
Don't lackin' I'm black but I'm not ? Lou wrong?
Disappeared for a year now I'm back y'all

So get down with the entrepreneur of funk
Not a sloppy fat punk or a Shaolin monk
Ain't down with Johnny cousin know as use at a jam
So to hell with Anne McMahon and Tom McCan

J Ski in the box, farmers is the street
Signing hungry over beasts that's why I always eat
Up to you to guess whose rockin' the funky sound
If you don't know never mind come on and get down

Go LL, go LL, go LL, go LL
Get down
Go LL, go LL, go LL
Get down

Hard like haystacks cow hold
Callin' me a sucker boy you're pushin' a broom
If you try to pull a ace you'll get a punch in the face
All eyes are on my posse when we walk in the place

Got a [Incomprehensible] family from my happy days
Not the boys that play the bench for the Oakland a
He drop you to a hop to the record he play
Couldn't keep it a secret I'm LL Cool J
Rhymes are all wack and real all real
Yo earl, tell the party people the deal

Yo listen here
Ya ain't no thing, can't complain
They catch like a muh'fuck pass to J

That's right, I'm back he's talks how to rap
He used to smurf, now you're jackin' 'cause my name's on the map
Sit and lie, my homeboy earl says, is that he loves hats
With a hands like a hatcher, cut creators in bat

Cut creator on the fader the teachers pet
Baddest man with ten fingers you've ever met
And sooner or later we'll have to sit
Cut creator, cut the record so they don't forget
Get down

Go LL, go LL, go LL
Get down
Go LL, go LL, go LL

I make hard rock jams for hard rock fans
What I'm sayin' is for real this ain't lala land
Got a can full of jams, pullin' off the lid
Competition in New York can do what I did

Cold sender of a story I paid my dues
I rocked at house parties, I was down with crews
Now I'll never be caught, I'm on my P's and Q's
And for the rest of your life you wanna be in my shoes

I scar like stones hard like cement
And I rocked every jam that I ever went
'Cause I got a better rippin' than any emcee has
And I'm down like a brother from Alcatraz
Get down

Go LL, go LL, go LL
Get down
Go LL, go LL, go LL

Ni-ni-nigga-nigga-ni-ni-ni-ninja
I rap the boss is back the only man
You should call when the party's packed
From Paris to L.A. they say I'm as sharp as a pin
When it's a cool J party you gotta get in

So I'm makin' big steps like Gladys Knight in the pier
One rhyme you're on my tensils as I leave my lip
Up the block kids are talkin' and spreadin' the news
About the new grandmaster the one you'll choose

'Cause I'm chuckling I wanna stomp the rest
When I kick it couldn't bore it could only impress
I'm not a hula-hoop this isn't a passin' phase
Hard work pays, I'm gettin' straight up A's

Cool J is runnin' things, I want it understood
Executioner I should wear a black hood
And carry an ax 'cause I'm ruff on wax
Speakers speakin'? Phone-wear from durable? Eight-tracks
Get down

[Incomprehensible] get down

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