Cut Loose - Lyrics - From tha Roota to tha Toota - Field Mob

Title: Cut Loose
Album: From tha Roota to tha Toota
Artist: Field Mob
Composer(s): Shawn Johnson, Darion Crawford, Emanuel Anderson

Lyric:
My shorty done cut me loose
She say she don't want no more

My shorty done cut me loose and left me in the wind
Got a new man wit a Ph.D. and cheese, but he pees in the pants
He's sixty, she's in her twenties
She said I be hard in her, overworking her
And when I hit from back it feels like I'm burping her

She said I'm wrong for her, too long for her
But she never complained when I bought my ex home for her
But now she dropped me like the pen at the end of a Sprint commercial
I try to hit it, she be like no, like Laura Winslow, I'm Urkel

And what if I did misuse and abuse your clique, I'll apologize
'Cause I ain't know ruler sticks, would bruise the clique
I saw it on tape tried to do the shit
Now she say she want somebody simple
She say she want somebody gentle she said, when I got head
I dug in her cheek, now she got a dimple

I, I, I mean she cute with it though, I, I couldn't help it
The way she swallowed my pelvis
Had me seeing shit, had a nigga reaching for Elvis
And I come on her head, that some I'm a miss
That girl gave my dick more hickeys than a damn redneck locksmith

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
She say she don't want no more

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
She say she don't want no more

I woke up this morning stretching
Yawning with a hard on, horny, ready to bone
Then I reached on my right and realized my woman's gone
I got up to bring her to bed to hit her some more
But I found this envelope sitting on the pillow

I opened it, unfolded it, it said, "Dear Smoke
Hey, it's me your Little Debbie Cake and I feel it's best we separate
At least until I'm in better shape
'Cause I'm doing my best to shut up and take

The way you ramming inches in me
Slam me in different positions
Grasp and grip my hips and titties
Put one leg up drag and flip me

Fucking me up, down, back, to front
(How you squeezing and smacking my butt)
From right to left, left to right
(And peeing across my breast and thighs)

Fucking me early Monday, again on Tuesday
All day Wednesday then come Thursday
Twice on Friday and Saturday and after church on Sunday
Hurting my stomach, beating the cock

But trip, when I ask you to eat me twice, so we need to stop
'Cause lately I been bleeding a lot, so I'm leaving you doc
To find someone that's fair and square
And not so hairy there, who fucks me there with care
'Cause you put too much wear and tear on my derriere

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
She say she don't want no more

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
She say she don't want no more

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
She say she don't want no more

My shorty done cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
If she feeling like I'm feeling then she won't go

My shorty done, cut me loose
She fucking other niggas and she fucking me too
She say she don't want no more
She say she don't want no more

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Footloose - Lyrics - Kenny Loggins

Title: Footloose
Artist: Kenny Loggins
Composer(s): Kenny Loggins, Dean Pitchford

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Lyric:
I've been working so hard
I'm punching my card
Eight hours for what?
Oh, tell me what I got

I've got this feeling
That time's just holding me down
I'll hit the ceiling or else I'll tear up this town
Tonight I gotta cut

Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues everybody cut footloose

And you're playing so cool
Obeying every rule
I dig a way down in your heart
You're burning, yearning for songs

Somebody to tell you
That life ain't passing you by
I'm trying to tell you
It will if you don't even try
You can fly if you'd only cut

Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Oowhee, Marie shake it, shake it for me
Whoa, Milo c'mon, c'mon let's go
Lose your blues everybody cut footloose

Cut footloose
Cut footloose
Cut footloose

We got to turn me around
And put your feet on the ground
Now take a hold of the phone
Whoa, I'm turning it loose

Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues now everybody cut footloose

Loose, footloose kick off your Sunday shoes
Please, Louise pull me off a my knees
Jack, get back c'mon before we crack
Lose your blues

Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody cut everybody cut
Everybody everybody cut footloose

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Man Alone - Lyrics - Say Hello To Sunshine - Finch

Title: Man Alone
Album: Say Hello To Sunshine
Artist: Finch
Composer(s): Alejandro M. Linares, Marc Edwin Allen, Nathan Barcalow, Randy Strohmeyer, Derek Doherty

Lyric:
Woke up this morning without a face
I've fooled myself again
I've sold myself again
Another wasted day counting shades of gray
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace

A casual line, a sip of wine
To sympathize while you're laughing
But on the inside I've lost the insight
That just might be the truth

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
Cut off all loose ties and bleed for days
Who could stand veins with friends like these?

I pick my teeth out of the mud
And sink the sun, what have you done?
Cut the bandages, remove the oxygen
Hey man, what's with that stupid grin?

I cut and bleed myself along
A man alone can do no wrong
Another wasted day counting shades of gray
Another fool's attempt to fall from grace

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
Cut off all loose ties and bleed for days
Who could stand veins with friends like these?

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
Cut off all loose ties and bleed for days
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
Taste of sunshine

No sympathy for the Devil
God gave him wings, God gave him wings
No sympathy for the Devil
God gave him wings, God gave him wings

These hands they've made for you
Your wings that stick to you

It's dirt beneath your fingertips
It hurts too much to wait for it
It's dirt beneath your fingertips
It hurts too much to wait for it
It's dirt beneath your fingertips
It hurts too much to wait for this

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
Who could stand veins with friends like these?

Old man loneliness is a son of a bitch
Both hands bound, can't scratch the itch
Cut off all loose ties, and bleed for days
Who could stand veins with friends like these?
Taste of sunshine, damn I want you

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Hoodie - Lyrics - Public Warning - Lady Sovereign

Title: Hoodie
Album: Public Warning
Artist: Lady Sovereign
Composer(s): Gabriel Olegavich, Louise Harman

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Lyric:
For a second I'll be the fashion police
And I'm just looking at your Garm's
You been on too many catalog sprees

With your Grannyfied curtain designs
You're hurting my eyes
You really should revise your dress sense
Before you walk on by

I'm kinda mixed up in this disco inferno
Baggy jeans and a tight top, lemonade and Pernod
I'm sticking out like a sore thumb
I ain't concerned though, no, boogie

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

So I was up in this trendy bar mingling
My keys around my neck were jingling
And you was looking at me like it was my bling

You was staring at me like to say I was ginger
I was dishing out the same dirty looks
Trust me, you're the minger

Err, who's she, who's that, who's here?
The bouncer was approaching me
'Cause I was dressed really inappropriately
No hoods, no hats, no this, no that let's roll

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

Right everybody
If you've got someone who can't dress properly
Yeah, you need to direct them this way

Why not just cut up all your old clothes and make a quilt
So I can wrap myself up when I'm feeling cold?
Why not dash your ugly boots on the fire
And burn them down to charcoal?

If you're not feeling the way that your bedrin is dressing
Don't be stressing send them in my direction, please
Black shoes, white socks, no, polka dots, no, flowery frocks, no
Just boogie woogie woogie with me

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

Fling on an Adidas hoodie
And just boogie woogie with me
Or you can just put on your dancing shoes
And get loose, can you get loose, can you?

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Cut Em' Loose Bruce - Lyrics - Happy Mondays

Title: Cut Em' Loose Bruce
Artist: Happy Mondays
Composer(s): Paul Davies, Gary Whelan, Mark Day, Shaun Ryder, Paul Ryder

Lyric:
I?ll tell you the story of cut 'em loose Bruce
He was the man who set the outlaws loose
Prosecution say this boy misbehaved
He shoot for fun, do pussy, dance and rave

Home, I?m comin' home
Home, I?m comin' home

They say this boy got bigger lies
Than the whole of England and all the spies
But mad old Bruce, he cuts him free
There's nothing left to kill, so kill the weed with me

Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, oh I?ll see the sunshine
Oh, I?ll see the sunshine again
Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, I?ll see the sunshine
I?ll see the sunshine again

Home, I?m comin' home
Home, I?m comin' home

We all got a friend, [Incomprehensible]
He has lots of enemies but we all want him back
Here he is, inside four walls
We ask Obeah give the jailer a call

Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, oh I?ll see the sunshine
Oh, I?ll see the sunshine again
Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, I?ll see the sunshine
I?ll see the sunshine again

Home, I?m comin' home
Home, I?m comin' home

[Foreign content]

Tonight gonna party, set fire 'round the town
Get wired with the boys, shoot the place down
Old Gilbert McBuston had too much McFuston
She threw him in the lake and took his name

Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, I?ll see the sunshine
I?ll see the sunshine again
Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, I?ll see the sunshine
I?ll see the sunshine again

Home, I?m comin' home
Home, I?m comin' home

I?ll tell you the story of cut 'em loose Bruce
He was the man who set the crackpots loose
And there I stood in front of Bruce
He was the man who set the idiot loose

Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, I?ll see the sunshine
I?ll see the sunshine again
Oh, I?ll see the sunshine, I?ll see the sunshine
I?ll see the sunshine again

Oh, I?ll need the sunshine, I?ll need the sunshine
I?ll need the sunshine again
I?ll see the sunshine, I?ll see the sunshine
I?ll see the sunshine again
Oh, I'll need the sunshine again

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Cut The Rope - Lyrics - Hurricane Bar - Mando Diao

Title: Cut The Rope
Album: Hurricane Bar
Artist: Mando Diao
Composer(s): Gustaf Erik David Noren, Bjorn Hans-Erik Dixgard

Lyric:
Bad boy Jimmy says where it?s at?
Down the hallway of kids playing flipper with the Jax
And the tax for the trench coat I bought
Measures up for the fines that we paid today

And for those who couldn't run away
Well they got beaten up and thrown in jail

And we never cut the hope
?Cause we never cut the rope

Here?s your money for all that I've done
E?s and lizards broken pistols and the promised about the sun
Get it on All this brag about us
Measures up for the shit that we wrote today

And for those who couldn't get away
Well they got beaten up and thrown in jail

And we never cut the hope
?Cause we never cut the rope

No the bastard?s on their way
Ooh they have been reading too much crappy but then again
I ain't that lucky bloke they've read about
I am a lone star cut it again, again, again, again, yeah

Bad boy Jimmy says how do you do?
Down the hallway of kids playing poker with the fools
And they loose every dime they've got
But it?s good for us ?cause we got paid today

And the brothers that can't get away
Well they got beaten up and thrown in jail

And we never cut the hope
?Cause we never cut the rope
And we never cut the hope
?Cause we never cut the rope

And we never cut the hope
?Cause we never cut the rope
And we never cut the hope
?Cause we never cut the rope

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Stop Cheatin' On Me - Lyrics - Shanice Wilson

Title: Stop Cheatin' On Me
Artist: Shanice Wilson
Composer(s): Sandy Griffith, Jarvis La Rue Baker, Claytoven Richardson, Narada Michael Walden, Shanice Wilson

Lyric:
I don't need a lover boy
Baby I need a man
I told you that
Time and time again

So past
Don't even make me laugh
(Giggle)
You don't stop
I'm gonna kick your
(Beep)

See I'm not dependent
On 1 lil 2
Nor 3 lil Indian dreams
You gonna make me scream

Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Cheatin' on me

I thought you were better
But, boy I was wrong, oh so wrong
You thought you were so clever
Until you got caught

Boy ain't it a shame
How you've been untrue
Baby, I'm not your fool
I know all about those games
I said it's nothin' new
I'm not gonna be used

Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Cheatin' on me

Hey, my mama told me
'Bout boys like you, the things you do
You like running so carefree
Doin' what you choose

Don't you know I've tried
To believe in you
But you were up to no good
I'm not gonna fuss and fight
What's the use?
I either get it right or get it cut loose

Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Cheatin' on me

Don't come to my house, baby
If you're gonna be a dawg
Just cheatin' on me
Don't come to my house baby
If you're gonna be a dawg
Just cheatin' on me
I don't know who he thinks he is dawg

You're playing the roll
Lover boy like ya, high post
With girls in the street
Seems when you try most
To be all that you can be but see
I ain't the one to be played

Shanice is pickin' the pace up
Shoe strings laced up
You know what I'm sayin'
Stop wine in keep ya, face up

Baby
Gotta believe it's driving me crazy

Don't you know I've tried
To believe in you
But you were up to no good
I'm not gonna fuss and fight
What's the use?
I either get it right or get it cut loose

Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Cheatin' on me

Hey my daddy told me about the things
You do
If you wanna be with me, here's what you gotta do
Get your act together don't play me for no fool
Either get it right or get your butt cut loose

Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Stop cheatin' on me
Cheatin' on me

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Antihero - Lyrics - Appleseed Cast

Title: Antihero
Artist: Appleseed Cast
Composer(s): Aaron Pillar, Christopher Crisci

Lyric:
Last thing I saw this winding road
Goes through valley ahead
This day what fear
I'm already dead, I'm already dead

What shock to find I'm free, yeah, I'm free
Cut loose binds I invented for me

This now I claim in love insane
Kicked down thank you
Would have been so lost
Without doubt your pain

What shock to find I'm free, yeah, I'm free
Cut loose binds I invented for me

Your lies are too much for you, he says
Twisting tree this wind world eyes blinded

Last thing I saw this winding road
Goes through valley ahead
This day what fear
I'm already dead, I'm already sad

What shock to find I'm free, yeah, I'm free
Cut loose binds I invented for me

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Your Rebel Flag - Lyrics - Carnival Of Carnage - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Your Rebel Flag
Album: Carnival Of Carnage
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
Stop the bus, violent J comes out, barrels to your chest
And blow your lungs out, motherfuck a fucking hick
I'll kick you in the mouth, swell your fucking lips up
You swallow them teeth when I do
And me and my boys will run a train on your Felma Lou

Then break her fucking back, goddamn bigots ain't all that
So, I'ma cut your brain out, reach in and pull your spine out
Welcome to the Carnival show, you're invited, you and your bitch Flo
And the wicked clowns gonna jack
Cut your lights off and if you crawl back

Don't step to the city folk, bitch, that's why you got your titties broke
So, get back on your ardvark
Don't let me see a bigot coming through Clark Park
Cut his neck with my good blade
Thirty four years old, still in the third grade

Yet speaking on others, look at your hootin' anny ass motherfucker
And your Billy bitch, hey, fuck both 'cha'll and your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Been down South, you can't tell me, hillbilly, hillbilly, hillbilly
Uncle Willy, acting nilly
Old bitch cooking up viddles, that fuck on the porch playing the fiddle
You know I'd love to show you that ghetto style
Take you out back and throw you in the shit pile

Life in the inner city, I'd whip your ass, but you're all shitty and funky
Like the pigs you eat, picking that shit off them yellow feet
Don't step or so much as cough
Or I'ma shoot you in the back till your chest falls off

What you say ain't always hype
So, I'll slap you in the face with a lead pipe
Teach the kids what the pops taught you
And he's a funky-ass bigot too, fell short of the due respect
Don't speak when I slap you in your red neck

Fuck all that bullshit you stuck on
Get back on your mule and get the fuck on
Don't look back, or I'ma hit ya, take that redneck bitch out wit' ya
Spit on your rebel rag, so, fuck you and your rebel flag

Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Jed, I'ma slit his throat
Wilbur, I'ma cut his neck, Haus, I'ma break his back
Guber, I'ma stab his face, Felma Lou, I'ma fuck her in the ass

Hillbillies listening down South, hillbillies listening down South

I'm up and I'm headed for the South
Fidna put a round of buckshot in your mouth
And blow the back of your fucking neck loose
Hillbillies run around like a headless goose

'Cuz you tried burning down my cross
That's ready racist hick named Haus
You sleep in the barn and you fuck your horse
Brick to the head, put you back on course, yeah

But ya know I chill 'cuz if I don't flex on you, the others will
Straight folks in the south won't have it
They put a round in your racist ass quick
The cool in the south team up with the North

And blow that bigot off his fucking horse
So put away your goddamn twine
'Cuz I'm a cut your pipe and take a little moonshine
Then drink it all up

Barrels to your face and blow your fucking head off
Keep on gunning 'cuz of what they said
Punk, I'll put a slug in your bald head
Scalp a skinhead quick

And your greasy ass triple Klan ain't shit
Zip you up in the bag
And I'll shit on a motherfucking rebel flag
Yeah, shit on a rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag

Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, fuck your rebel flag
Fuck your rebel flag, it ain't shit

Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back
Guber, I'm a stab his face, Jed, I'm a slit his throat
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back

Guber, I'm a stab his face, Felma Lou, I'm a fuck her in the ass
Wilbur, I'm a cut his neck, Haus, I'm a break his back
Guber, I'ma stab that motherfucker in his bitch

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40 - Rep Yo City - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Rep Yo City
Artist: E
Composer(s): Jonathan H Smith, Bernard James Freeman, Moses Iii Barrett, Omar Helton, Premro V Smith, Earl T Stevens

Lyric:
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

Cut loose, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the club, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
In the trunk, motherfucker, go bad, go hard
Throw it up, motherfucker, go bad, go hard

We 30 deep, we bleed the block
We milk the Ave for damn near everything the Ave got
We do the fools, we act a nut
We set it off up in this bitch an' tear the club up

What it do? What it is pimp juice?
We got a car with the cups in the trunk
For the thugs an' the broads with the G string drawers
Up in here straight break it all off

Where the big dawgs at? What city or set ya claim?
Fame, X.O., several drinks of champagne
Hustlers in the game tryna maintain, lost ya chain
Outta control, we so cold

I'm on another level, went head up with the Devil
I never been a sucka, I always been a rebel
What's your stompin' ground? What turf you from?
What's you city, playboy? Mine 9 4 5 9 1

?Vallejo?, that's all I yell
Speakin' of yea' I hope I never have to go back to slangin' llello
We fuckin' around like my niggaz out there in Oak Cliff, D-Town
Puttin' it down from my house all the way to yo' house
Back to the fuckin' south!

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

Could it be the way that I be reppin' for my niggaz?
Could it be the way that Petey Petey for my niggaz?
Showin' niggaz love, raise up, motherfucker
You need to be reachin' down
Pullin' yo goddamn shirt up, that's love

Wherever you live, wherever you from, wherever you call your home
Wherever you lay yo goddamn Kangol down, motherfucker
Wherever you cheddar cheese, churn cream, lick that butter
Wherever yo ass got lots of fat for all that goddamn trunk

Y'all niggaz don't understand the seriousness of what Petey be sayin'
I took a unknown piece land an' planted a goddamn flag
Say, ?I didn't?, motherfucker, I'd die for this
I done my goddamn thing, I brought my folks in this sonna bitch

Hot Atlanta, the Bay Area
Y'all niggaz don't want no noise with Lil' Jon an' The Eastside Boys
Y'all niggaz don't want no shit with E-40 an' The Click
An' you can say whatchu want homeboy, I'll always be the one that ill

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

From the land of the trill, where the vanity's real
An' yo man'll be peeled or at least branded, goddammit, we ill
More horror than 'Amityville', no sorrow, hand me the steel
Your tomorrow, I can't even feel, oughta be plannin' ya will

UGK ain't dropped in a while, but still we stoppin' ya smile
Keepin' boppers in file, standin' on top of the pile
An' you'll get popped with a smile
This ain't 'bout shoppin' an' style
This 'bout syrup an' candy paint, you see us choppin' for miles

Out the black an' the 'Lac, swingers clap an' if they take yo' flax
You'll get smacked for your packs
Paper stacks an' you'll crack back yo' back
Hold up, they got game to sell ya, from drugs to paraphernalia
Gun-hand'll never fail ya, ask Rollie B, he'll tell ya

Memph', Tenn representer, Orange Mile, nigga
Symbol of the south, legendary rhyme spitter
From Memphis to Mississippi, deep off in the woods
From ATL to MIA, deep off in the hood

Twankies on coupes, money makin' sluts
You trippin' if ya ain't got 22's on ya trucks
Dogs in the yard, pistol on the seat
Sticky rolled up for them blunt monkey freaks

My nigga, Earl, hollered, Big Ball got it poppin'
Smoked me a couple, hit the studio an' dropped it
For all my dawgs who keep it G an' keep it crunk
Represent yo' city, let 'em know where you from

Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit
Rep yo city, rep yo city
Rep yo city, fuck that shit

My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe
My niggaz run this bitch, nah, hoe

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Unbound - Lyrics - Beauty & Crime - Suzanne Vega

Title: Unbound
Album: Beauty & Crime
Artist: Suzanne Vega
Composer(s): Suzanne Vega

Lyric:
I knew a plant whose roots were bound
And then returned into the ground
Every day I watched it grow
Every day it struggled so

Roots were bound, the roots were bound
The roots were bound into the ground
Watched it grow, watched it grow
Watched it as it struggled so

I dug it up, I cut the twine
And so like this I made it mine
I watched it drink and watched it feed
And grow beyond it's simple need

Cut the twine, I cut the twine
Cut the twine and made it mine
Watched it feed, watched it feed
Watched it feed the simple need

Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground
Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground

I was once tied at the root
Confined with twine, both mind and foot
I cut it loose and now am free
As anything alive can be

At the root bound, at the root
At the root, both mind and foot
Am free, now am free
As anything alive can be

Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground
Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground

Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground
Unbound, roots unbound
Unbound into the ground

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Paragon - Lyrics - Charlotte Hatherley

Title: Paragon
Artist: Charlotte Hatherley
Composer(s): Charlotte Hatherley

Lyric:
Caroline, inspiration true
Left it all behind and turned her hand to something new
Suddenly left for better shores
With the kind of reckless abandon that we applaud

If I could, I would follow you

Caroline showed us what to do
Made it on your own terms oh yes, we look up to you
You call the tune

And if I could I would fly through the air
I would fly out to meet you
Cross the void and travel interplanetary

Oh! Lets go, stick it to the rules we wanna be like you oh
I can see your light up in the sky, moving over city satellites
Pick me up, take me to another solar system I can cut, oh
Help me find the strength to follow through
Caroline I couldn't do it without you, oh

Stuck in a rut, sunk inside a groove
I could disappear here, all my instincts say it's true
I wanna do something that has merit to it
That will strike a chord and resonate as far as you

Oh if I could, I would fly through the air
I would fly out to meet you
Cross the void and travel interplanetary

Oh! Lets go, stick it to the rules we wanna be like you, oh
I can see your light up in the sky, moving over city satellites
Pick me up, take me to another solar system I can cut, oh
Help me find the strength to follow through
Caroline I couldn't do it without you

Oh do you think that I could ever make a difference
If I really try?
Help me find a way to cut loose
Caroline I couldn't do it without you

I was unaware that you were gonna go
I didn't know you well enough to know
I've always thought of you and how you're moving on
On, on, yeah you're a real paragon
On, on, on yeah you're a real paragon
On, on, on yeah you're a real paragon
On, on, on yeah you're a real paragon

If I could I would follow you
If I could I would follow you
If I could I would follow you
If I could I would follow you

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Amsterdam - Lyrics - A Rush Of Blood To The Head - Coldplay

Title: Amsterdam
Album: A Rush Of Blood To The Head
Artist: Coldplay
Composer(s): Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion, Chris Martin

Lyric:
Come here, oh, my star is fading
I swerved out of control
And if I, if I'd only waited
I'd not be stuck here in this hole

Come here, oh, my star is fading
And I swerve out of control
And I know if I only waited
When will I get out of this hole

And time is on your side, it's on your side now
I'm pushing you down and all around
Oh, it's no cause for concern

So come here, oh, my star is fading
I swerved just out of reach
And I know I'm dead on the surface
But I'm screaming underneath

And time is on your side, it's on your side now
I'm pushing you down and all around
Oh, it's no cause for concern

Stuck on the end of this ball and chain
I'm on my way back down again
Stood on the edge, tied to the noose
Sick to the stomach

Say what you mean
But it won't change a thing
I'm sick of our secrets

Stood on the edge, tied to the noose
Oh, you came along and you cut me loose
Oh, you came along and you cut me loose
Oh, you came along and you cut me loose

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Loosen Up - Lyrics - Winger

Title: Loosen Up
Artist: Winger
Composer(s): Rod Morgenstein, Kip Winger, Reb Beach, Paul Taylor

Lyric:
Are you ready

I said, "I've had enough, got to get away"
It's about that time got to get away
Get a little closer to a fast car
Get away from the grind it's about that time

Every damn day we're under pressure
About to lose it, lose my mind

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I need a little juicin' up
I've been hangin' from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
Come on everybody loosen up

I need it fast I'm in need of the buzz
When we're all together I'm in need of the buzz
Like a time bomb I'm about to explode
We've got to come together before I blow

I'm spendin' too many days under pressure
About to lose it, lose my mind

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I said, "I need a little juicin' up"
I've been hangin' from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
Come on everybody loosen up, loosen up

Every damn day we're under pressure
About to lose it, lose my mind

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I need a little juicin' up
Get into your body, it's time to start a party
Come on everybody loosen up

I need to loosen up, loosen up
I need a little juicin' up
Hangin' from the noose
Baby won't you cut me loose
Come on everybody loosen up, loosen up, loosen up

Everybody, everybody loosen up

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One Less Monkey - Lyrics - Lorrie Morgan

Title: One Less Monkey
Artist: Lorrie Morgan
Composer(s): Angela Kaset, Kim Patton Johnston

Lyric:
When I lit my first cigarette it didn't hurt me none
But I realized the danger on my 97th one
I took a pill, I did the patch, got myself hypnotized
Blew away the ashes, drew a great big breath of life
Now there's

One less monkey
Hangin' on my back
I shook it off, cut it loose and that's 5, 4, 3, 2
One less monkey that I have to feed
I feel so much lighter, now there's
One less monkey on me

I was just a number on the clock from 9 to 5
Rushing through the madness, I was payin' with my life
I had a dream, I had a plan a long, long time ago
Resigned myself to freedom and I took it on the road
Now there's

One less monkey
Hangin' on my back
I shook it off, cut it loose and that's 5, 4, 3, 2
One less monkey that I have to feed
I feel so much lighter, now there's
One less monkey on me

There's a jungle full of monkeys that would love to weigh you down
But I'm lookin' for a better way of monkeyin' around

One less monkey
Hangin' on my back
I shook it off, cut it loose and that's 5, 4, 3, 2
One less monkey that I have to feed
I feel so much lighter, now there's
One less monkey on me

I feel so much lighter, I feel so much higher
I feel so much finer now
There's one less monkey on me

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Playas Rock - Lyrics - 5150 Ratchet - Hurricane Chris

Title: Playas Rock
Album: 5150 Ratchet
Artist: Hurricane Chris
Composer(s): Maurice White, Michael Crooms, Skip Scarborough, Christopher Dooley, Carlos Thornton, Jason Dendy

Lyric:
If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Everythang was cool we was feelin' each other
Chillin' in the jacuzzi just water no bubbles
You know me I keep it gutta, hit it until you stutter
Then she got there asking me questions like she was undercover

Like who was that lil' chick that I let ride up in my ride
I'm a pimp so it ain't nothing for me to think of a lie
But I'd rather keep it real and tell her just how I feel
Look it here if you see with with another chick then it's just what it is

You ain't my main dame I just beat you out the frame
Baby, I'm hurricane, you gotta stay in yo lane
Stick to the script of a pimp and follow my gutta rules
And I you feel like you wanna leave then do what you do

Baby, you think I'm goin' cry Just because I lost you
Every time I loose one I bounce back with 2
How you think I got you somebody got laid off
I'm a pimp I pimp a chicken until she get played out

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

Say lil' mama let me get up in it a minute
Make you wanna give it to me like you never gave it up before
And I bet I make you [Incomprehensible] with my boys
When I pull up in a Rolls Royce, I know where to hit Ro

Pull up fresh in the back gettin' low slow mo' no low
She can see my eyes
Everybody holla that boy so fly
And all I gotta do is get her in my ride

Give me a million dollars, I can make it go live
Let it be any chick in the world and I can make her mine
Put her in the whip, now, I'm feeling on her thighs
Take a shot of patron, now, I'm finna go live

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
I'm feelin' like u tryna get me caught up
No disrespect lil' mama but that's just how I was brought up

If I can't use protection when I cut then it ain't no cut
I can't picture me goin' in you raw that just ain't what's up
Lil' mama I'm a pimp and I will never get caught in my lie
Cross my heart and hope to die girl you know how playas rock

If I don't like the way that she actin' then I'ma tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

If I don't like the way that she actin', I tell her bye
How you gon' play a playa, girl, you know how playas ride
Game recognize game and I been running game a lot
Never get caught in my lie, cross my heart and hope to die

See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock
See this how playas rock, see this how playas rock

And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber
And then she told me that she want me to cut her
But she ain't want me to use a rubber, no rubber, no rubber

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The Shivers - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: The Shivers
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
Yeah, dog, man, you know I'm sayin'
Fuck all you motherfuckers that wanna call the police on us and shit When we tryin' to get our motherfuckin' loot, you know I'm sayin'?
(What, what?)
Fuck y'all
(What?)
You know I'm sayin'?

You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

I get the fuck up, your truant lifestyle, let's rough
I'm even gon' be rich or poor, dead or handcuffed
Niggas bust, but miss and now the war is on
(Back)
And we gon' celebrate when you get murdered, deceased and gone

Retaliation is a must when you fuck with us
Tell me what was on your mind when you loaded your pistol up?
Was it some gangsta shit, that couldn't been it
(Nah, that ain't it, fuck)
'Cause you bust four shots and still missed, now dig this

Don't know your name but know your face
You made a mistake now you must be erased
Really though, I'm loc'ed, go, deranged, sick and insane
Drop rights, to start more fights than Mills Lane

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

Voluptuous vixen, wear my dime pair, watch it like Nixon
Niggas mad 'cause they can't put restrictions
They know we fixin' to put the Chain team in the mainstream
Cut the bad blood like gangrene, lyrical vaccine

Injected by this mind specimen, my Oestrogen
Make the best of men, guess again, I'm fresh in wind
Consumed by the date stem, tramps get amped
'Cause they can't cramp the camp, we leave 'em damp

Got them scared stiff like mannequins
Keep 'em panicin', then we vanishin' into the world at large
The Chain Gang Platune
Be the head niggas in charge

I serve to protect, self charge on police premises
Break bones as rug-be-snug, slugs being sold and printless
Stay spittin' at your divisions, hit your visions
Chain but automatic interest got taste for higher proof liquors

If it gets adventures, affective niggas, arrest resistance
Timper screamin' that deaf vast words, splintered without the whispers
Connects got prices for product, but Tune fathers vanish
Rock the cuts, now I control sonic voices like Aprovada

A thugs' mug shots' worth dollars
Holla, we strange drama killers, can't stop the
For pain is absolute vodka, Tre, confrontation watch man
For the progress of nation, yo, I'm eatin' through your concentrations

I'm comin' out combat and com Bows
Competition is a combination of combustion
Too valuable for commandin' nothin'
I continue cuttin' destruction's smokin' or choke eruptions
From California to Connecticut

I can hear the functions, continue the Lexus
[Incomprehensible] tell them [incomprehensible]
Category code of the street, let's see the next day
The Cruddy Click clicks and classics k-kloaw
'Cause it's beef on the streets then kick, kick the cow

Catapult and critters kick 'em, quickers clap
Cookin' trio's like Crio, I'll split that ass that go show your crack
The killer cultural when I'm gun away to [incomprehensible]
Since you got murdered they left you
The bitches who said you deserved it

You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

Guess, who speak the truth?
I see the noose when the tongue get loose
Neck choke for the wrong shit you spoke
Took the wrong approach, invincible

With the writin' utensil, convincin' you
On instrumentals my moody mental, sets the tempo
Abdul of the mic but your flow
Slice and a dice a extra nice, a writer from the deathest cypher

Jersey believes 'em right, but Chain Gang with the sane slang
Crazy, deranged, strange, with a sharp aim
And shootin' range as deep as Danny maintain gets forfeited
When we show up to play the sport

Niggas show the military support and fight for what you brought up
Play to a good battle, battle and got grazed
In the heart of New Jersey, straight land of the crazed
Bad blood boils and picky goals will destroy you

Fans, straight hand me the jams to unemploy you
Yo, so you better keep it real right and tight
Or that spotlight might
Only last for one night, aight

You can rap, you can sing, see it ain't no thing
'Cause every nigga in my click is first nigga to swing
Place the call, make you fall, we can break them all
'Cause every nigga we control, first nigga to roll

So fuck the shivers, the Chain Gang delivers
Kaboom, the whole room, the Platune, don't give a nigga what?
Your whole style got too much cut, nigga what?
Pick up your guns, now what the fuck

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Loose Lips - Lyrics - Kimya Dawson

Title: Loose Lips
Artist: Kimya Dawson
Composer(s): Kimya M Dawson

Lyric:
Loose lips might sink ships
But loose gooses take trips
To San Francisco, double dutch disco
Tech TV hottie, do it for Scotty

Do it for the living and do it for the dead
Do it for the monsters under your bed
Do it for the teenagers and do it for your mom
Broken hearts hurt but they make us strong, and

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend
That nothing ever happened

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend
That nothing ever happened

We're just dancing, we're just hugging
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be
How's it gonna be?

I'll drop kick Russell Stover
Move into the starting over house
And know Matt Rouse and Chester
Watching me achieve my dreams

And we'll pray all damn day, every day
That all this shit our President has got us in will go away
While we strive to figure out a way we can survive
These trying times without losing our minds

So if you wanna burn yourself
Remember that I love you
And if you wanna cut yourself
Remember that I love you

And if you wanna kill yourself
Remember that I love you
Call me up before you're dead
We can make some plans instead
Send me an IM, I'll be your friend

Shysters live from scheme to scheme
But my fourth quarter pipe dreams
Are seeming more and more worth fighting for

So I'll curate some situations
Make my job a big vacation
And I'll say, fuck Bush and fuck this war

My war paint is sharpie ink
And I'll show you how much my shit stinks
And ask you what you think
Because your thoughts and words are powerful

They think we're disposable
Well, both my thumbs are posable
Spelled out on a double word
And triple letter score, and

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend
That nothing ever happened

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend
That nothing ever happened

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend
That nothing ever happened

We won't stop until somebody calls the cops
And even then we'll start again and just pretend
That nothing ever happened

We're just dancing, we're just hugging
Singing, screaming, kissing, tugging
On the sleeve of how it used to be

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The Coldest Heart - Lyrics - The Classic Crime

Title: The Coldest Heart
Artist: The Classic Crime
Composer(s): Matthew Mcdonald

Lyric:
A couple of years and I'm a silhouette
My halo is broken now and I'm all that's left
I hate to disappoint but it's the way things went
I was bound to the things I did and after what was said

Tie up these loose ends
These voices are calling me out
I've got the solution
You can feed me to something
That is leaving this doubt

Whoa, I'm losing hope
There's a hole in my heart
That's been cut out of stone

Whoa, cold comes cold goes
Could you fill this hole?
'Cause I can't do it alone

A couple of tears and I'm a broken mess
The sadness has taken me far too deep in regret
So sing me a song about something good
My heart's on the thrashing floor
And I've done every single thing I could

I use to believe in some kind of feelin'
That could change everything I thought I knew
But that door is closed and
My heart feels like it's frozen
If you hear me I can feel you

Whoa, I'm losing hope
There's a hole in my heart
That's been cut out of stone

Whoa, cold comes cold goes
Could you fill this hole?
'Cause I can't do it alone

The coldest heart can be brought to life
When it's thrown into the fire of goodbyes
The coldest heart can be brought to life
When it's thrown into the fire of goodbyes

The coldest heart can be brought to life
When it's thrown into the fire of goodbyes
The coldest heart can be brought to life
When it's thrown into the fire of goodbyes

Whoa, I'm losing hope
There's a hole in my heart
That's been cut out of stone

Whoa, cold comes cold goes
Could you fill this hole?
'Cause I can't do it alone

Whoa, I'm losing hope
There's a hole in my heart
That's been cut out of stone

Whoa, cold comes cold goes
Could you fill this hole?
'Cause I can't do it alone

I've got the coldest heart
('Cause I can't do it alone)
I've got the coldest heart
I've got the coldest heart
I've got the coldest heart

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