David Watts - Lyrics - Jam

Title: David Watts
Artist: Jam
Composer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies

Lyric:
I am a dull and simple lad
Cannot tell water from champagne
And I have never met the Queen
And I wish I could have all he has got

I wish I could be like David Watts

And when I lie on my pillow at night
I dream I could fight like David Watts
And lead the school team to victory
Take my exams and pass the lot

I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could like, like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts

He is the head boy at the school
He is the captain of the team
His is so gay and fancy free
And I wish I could have all he has got

I wish I could be like David Watts

And all the girls in the neighborhood
Try to go out with David Watts
The try their best but can't succeed
For he is of pure and noble breed

I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts
I wish I could be like David Watts

I wish I could be like
I wish I could be like
I wish I could be like
I wish I could be like

David Watts
David Watts
David Watts
...

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David Watts - Lyrics - The Singles Collection - Kinks

Title: David Watts
Album: The Singles Collection
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Raymond Douglas Davies

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Lyric:
Fa, fa, fa
Fa, fa, fa

I am a dull and simple lad
Cannot turn water from champagne
And I have never met the Queen
And I wish I could have all that he has got
And I wish I could be like David Watts

Fa, fa, fa
Fa, fa, fa

And when I lie on my pillow at night
I dream, I could fight like David Watts
Lead the school team to victory
And take my exams and pass the lot

(Wish I could be)
Wish I could be like David Watts
(Wish I could be)
Wish I could be like David Watts

(Wish I could be)
Conduct my life like David Watts
(Wish I could be)
I wish I could be like David Watts

Fa, fa, fa
Fa, fa, fa

He is the head boy at the school
He is the captain of the team
He is so gay and fancy free
And I wish all his money belonged to me
And I wish I could be like David Watts

Fa, fa, fa
Fa, fa, fa

And all the girls in the neighborhood
Try to go out with David Watts
They try their best but can't succeed
For he is of pure and noble breed

Wish I could be like
Wish I could be like
Wish I could be like
(Fa, fa, fa)
Wish I could be like
(Fa, fa, fa)

Fa, fa, fa
(Wish I, wish I, wish I)
Fa, fa, fa
(Wish I, wish I, wish I)

Fa, fa, fa
(Wish I, wish I, wish I)
Fa, fa, fa
(Wish I, wish I, wish I)

Fa, fa, fa
(Wish I could be like)
Fa, fa, fa
(Wish I could be like)

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Ghetto Dayz - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Ghetto Dayz
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Chris De La Fuente, Tyrese Darnell Gibson, Ricardo Brown, Tyrese Gibson, Erik Crooms, David Drew, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Yeah, right

Compton, South Central, Watts
Long Beach, Inglewood, East L.A.
West Coast for life
Live and die for this shit

Yeah, when I was young livin' life on the run
11 years old, real life, no goals
Sneakin' little sips in the cut
I'm takin' lil' hits in the cut

Before they even called me Kurupt
Ridin' down the blocks I'ma tell you how I grew up
I was always in the mix, too young for sticks
Ty, tell 'em 'bout that Watts experience

In Watts, a **** couldn't wait for the summertime
Backyard barbecues, yeah, that'll free your mind
We stay fallin' off them ice cream trucks
All my **** nickel-baggin' it, hustlin' bucks

You could catch me in the middle of the street
Slapboxin' with my **** Porky
And as I take you down my memory lane
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, let 'em know

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I ain't change ****, I'm just busy
**** bein' broke **** I'm filthy
Got a problem with me holla at me, I'll be back in six months
I'm on the road gettin' my money up

And I remember all the young soldiers in the hood tryin' to gang bang
Slang a nickel bag screamin' money ain't a thing
For real, I know exactly how y'all feel
I'm reppin' black and brown pride, Westside 'til I die, c'mon

I got a lot of rider in me, I was thinkin'
Couple years older, 14 smokin' and drinkin'
Thinkin' 'bout Uncle Jam's army, the old folks love me
I'm just gettin' up in the game, the gang bang [Incomprehensible]

Crenshaw was crackin', doin' that they got Schwinns
On Sundays watchin' all the big homies spin
I want Dana's, 'cause that's all I see
That's like the Army, with Dana's you all you could be, I reminisce

I used to love eatin' polly seeds and chico sticks
Watch me jump up in the bush to play, hide-go-get-it, I'm wit it
And all them hoodrats used to hold us down on the block
Reminiscin' 'bout my first piece of ****, yeah

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Truth is, I ran away when I was 5 years old
Ran 'til my And-1's had holes in the soles
I had three silk shirts, two pair of Girbauds
Spent the night at Boo's house, we was sharin' his clothes

Mom's left me out in the cold
Worse than that my man took five shots and he ain't lose his soul
I was livin' with a blind man's vision
And no matter how hard I tried, I could never see prison

And to all my dead homies, we don't pour out liquor
We just poke our chest out and say, "We miss y'all ****"
We were scared of gang-bangers, walked to school in groups
Argued who was the best MC, Ice Cube or Snoop

Damn, I miss my ghetto days
Whether it was Coca-Cola or straight coke we found a way
Hey, and the memories of Eazy and 'Pac
California, we all we got, we got, we got

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

I remember when I used to say I wanna rap and sing
All my **** used to laugh at me
But now, I'm on top of my game
But now, and ain't a damn thing changed

From ghetto superstar to Coca-Cola
All my people locked down got nothin' but love for ya
Stay strong, 'cause we know it ain't easy
Come home, 'cause we miss you on the streets

Listen, sweet ladies, how you gonna act like that?
It's your baby boy, holla back, back
So let me take you down my memory lane
Reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days, ohh girl

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days
Let me take you back, ohh
I'm reminiscin' 'bout my ghetto days

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Wonce Again Long Island - Lyrics - Stakes Is High - De La Soul

Title: Wonce Again Long Island
Album: Stakes Is High
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): Raymond Earl Jackson, Kelvin Mercer, Homer Banks, David Jolicoeur, Vincent Mason, Bettye Jean Crutcher, Donald Davis

Lyric:
Wonce again, my friends, Long Island
Long Island, Long Island
Long Island, wonce again Long Island
Long Island, Long Island
Wonce again, wonce again Long Island

What the hell do you wanna be when you grow up?
I wanna be a supa emcee
Well you're already that, so let me step up to bat
Attack a hit to go beyond this age of rap counterfeits

Out of the Heavens, August 1, 7, 69
Born I, wonder why with the thoughts to rhyme
'Til there was no longer thoughts to dream
When an unpolished demo led to limos at the age of eighteen

Accompanied by the screams, Plug One
Shot up with fame like Novacaine, it made me numb
So numb I wouldn't been able to feel
Niggaz diggin' in my pockets for my currency reels

But still I make girls' brown eyes blue at will
Until my ass was no longer mass appeal
Oh shit, I guess that was all the fame I was alloted
Wait a minute, new video, like a leopard, I'm spotted

Up in a night club chillin' with Kamaal an' Phife
I be that farmer cultivatin', ownin' acres of mics
An' I likes to make it known Strong Island stylin'
For a while, so do that dance

Are you rockin' the spot? Yes, I be
Showin' others they do not? Yes, I be
Havin' then towed from the lot? Yes, I be
That's my job as a supa emcee, I'm from Long Isle

Mobile, make it worth your while
If the jam needs motion, I'm the one to dial
Goin' beyond ninety watts? Yes, I be
Well are you rockin' it? Yes, yes, I be rockin' it

I can stress the makin' of loot to feed the fam
While the voices impersonate the true who I am
Buzzin' in my ear, oh, you one of those wannabes
Always buzzin' in my ear you down with supa emcees

Steppin' to me with your pleas that you gots, butter rhymes
Man, the only thing butter 'bout you is your spine
Mad yellow, you can't rock the Mardi Gras, my mellow
'Cause my stealth show more than knowledge of self

I got knowledge of you, to know you a whack em-crew
You mean whack emcee, nah, a whack em-crew
See you a crew of whack niggaz
You should have never tried to test
These words that I, man, with the I to fest

While you sayin' one thing, really meanin' the next
You're just a contra-dick, your mind's been tampered with
Like some holy books, but looks to the sky
'Cause wonder Why's here to save the day

Are you rockin' the spot? Yes, I be
Showin' others they do not? Yes, I be
Havin' them towed from the lot? Yes, I be
'Cause ultimately, I'm lettin' all MCs know

That what's the name of this crew?
De La, De La
Well alright an' what be the dish we servin'?
We servin' posda, Posdanos help the next get loose

Like an alcohol scenario, rap be on the rocks
Authenticity's that missin' fee to pay to join the flock of MC
These niggaz stand lower than knees
Dramatized in they eyes as the ones to please

When rap kids apply violent pressure to father
Brother an' son for fun to say they inflict pain
R n' B niggaz lie to mother, sister an' daughter
To have sex disguised as lovin' in the rain

Their words are more hallow than October 31st
What's worse, hate to see the females switch to sexual mentality
It doesn't match with they given anatomy
Man, they rather be hoes like that male emcee

Who walk around like they got nuts
An' use the tits an' ass like a crutch
Man, the underground's about not bein' exposed
So you better take you naked ass an' put on some clothes

Yo, this be goin' out to them kids from East Smash
Amityville, to all my people out in Wyandanch, Bayshore
C.I.'s in the place, Brentwood, Hempstead
All my brothers out in Roosevelt, Freeport Uniondale to Long Beach
To them girls out in Huntington, Long Island prevail

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How To Survive In South Central - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: How To Survive In South Central
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): George Clinton, Donnie Sterling, David Spradley, Ronald Dunbar, Phillip Wynn, Donna L Clinton, O'Shea Jackson, Garry Shider, Roger Troutman, Larry Troutman

Lyric:
And now, the wonderous world of
Hey, come to Los Angeles
You and your family can have peace and tranquility
Enjoy the refinement
Hey Bone, hey nigga where you at though?
[Incomprehensible]
Hello, my name is Elaine
And I'll be your tour guide through South Central Los Angeles

How to survive in South Central
A place where bustin' a cap is fundamental
No, you can't find the shit in a handbook
Take a close look, at a rap crook

Rule number one, get yourself a gun
A nine in your ass'll be fine
Keep it in your glove compartment
'Cause jackers they love to start shit

Now if you're white you can trust the police
But if you're black they ain't nothin' but beasts
Watch out for the kill
Don't make a false move and keep your hands on the steering wheel

And don't get smart
Answer all questions, and that's your first lesson
On stayin' alive
In South Central, yeah, that's how you survive

Hi this is Elaine again
Are you enjoying your stay in South Central Los Angeles
Or is somebody taking your things? Have you witnessed a drive-by?
Okay, make sure you have your Camcorder ready
To witness the extracurricular activities on blacks by the police
So you and your family can enjoy this tape, over and over again

Rule number two, don't trust nobody
Especially a bitch, with a hooker's body
'Cause it ain't nuttin' but a trap
And females'll get you jacked and kidnapped

You'll wind up dead
Just to be safe don't wear no blue or red
'Cause most niggaz get got
In either L.A., Compton or Watts

Pissed-off black human beings
So I think you better skip the sight-seeing
And if you're nuttin' but a mark
Make sure that you're in before dark

But if you need some affection mate
Make sure the bitch ain't a section eight
'Cause if so that's a monkey-wrench hoe
And you won't survive in South Central

Now you realize it's not all that it's cracked up to be
You realize that it's fucked up!
It ain't nothin' like the shit you saw on TV
Palm trees and blonde bitches?
I'd advise to you to pack your shit and get the fuck on
Punk motherfucker

And you need your ass straight smoked
Yo I wanna say whassup to DJ Chilly Chill
Sir Jinx, aiyyo Cube these motherfuckers, don't know what time it is
So show these motherfuckers what's happenin'
Tell these motherfuckers, don't fuck around in South Central
Goddamnit!

Rule number three, don't get caught up
'Cause niggaz aren?t doing anything that's thought up
And they got a vice
On everything from dope, to stolen merchandise

We discern
'Cause South Central L.A., is one big germ
Waitin' for a brother like you to catch a disease
And start slangin' keys

To an undercover or the wrong brother
And they'll smother, a out of town motherfucker
So don't take your life for granted
'Cause it's the craziest place on the planet

In L.A. heroes don't fly through the sky of stars
They live behind bars
So everybody's doin' a little dirt
And it's the youngsters puttin in the most work

So be alert and stay calm
As you enter, the concrete Vietnam
You say, the strong survive
Shit, the strong even die, in South Central

Yeah you bitches, you think I forgot about your ass
You tramp-ass hoes? You better watch out
And for you so called baller-ass niggaz
You know what time it is, South Central ain't no joke
Got to keep your gat at all times motherfuckers
Better keep one in the chamber and nine in the clip goddamnit
You'll sho' get got, just like that, this ain't no joke motherfuckers
Now I wanna send a shout-out to E-Dog, The Engineer
Puttin' his two cents in
This is Los Angeles

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Lock &Amp; Load - Lyrics - Attenchun! - Bone Crusher

Title: Lock &Amp; Load
Album: Attenchun!
Artist: Bone Crusher
Composer(s): Wayne Hardnett, James Phillips

Lyric:
Ready? A'ight

Look here Niggas, been a long time comin'
No more talk, fuck this intro shit
Start the music

This right here, yeah
Where the fuck, nigga, ain't never fuck niggas
Tell 'em that don't wanna play this South shit, okay

ATL, South Carolina, Mississippi
North Carolina, Louisiana,
Florida, Tennessee, Alabama

My pistol's blarin', what?
An' I'm not carin', tell 'em
Because I'm ready for action

These niggas think I'm playin'
My Tec-9 be sprayin', what?
So partner tell me what's happenin'

These streets is real
These niggas can't steal, what?
For the jump out boys, when they drive by

So if you're ready for it
Smoke dro for it, tell 'em
An' if you're hatin', fuck nigga what's happenin'

Adamsville, Watts,
Westside, Decatur

What's up?
Fuck them niggas if they don't wanna claim this ATL
Catch a hot shell, yeah

My niggas know, what?
Y'all some hoes
If I see ya on the block nigga, I'll let you know

What's it gonna be, tell 'im
Tell me what you choose, tell 'im
I claim this dirty muthafucka nigga win or lose

Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So, what the fuck

Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on dem niggas
So, what the fuck

Shawty, ya knows about me, tell 'em
The streets is talkin', what?
Da hostile takeover is comin' shortly

They call me Crusher
Tha mutliator
Mr. Smack-a-bitchboy, I hate the fakers

I got these hoods locked and load
Just for killin'
The South is takin' over, I see you tremblin'

We keep 'em bouncin', what?
Ain't nuthin' changed nigga, what?
This for my soldiers, hustlas, killas, gorillas

Yes
On da fuck, nigga
Surely it don't get no reala

Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck

Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck

Ain't mad is ya? What?
Then bring the pain, c'mon
'Cuz muthafucker ain't a damn thing changed

I'ma still ride low-lows on Rios man, tell 'em
I'm still takin'
An' stealin'

An' scared to walk down your own block, man, what?
An niggas in your hood is say you soft, man

It's time the new regiment to start man
T. I., tell 'em!
Killa Mike, Pastor Troy, what?

David Banner, tell 'em
What's up boy, okay
It's time for us to show the really real

This down South nigga is so trill
I put my fist in the fuck nigga's grill
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live
An be talkin' bad 'bout where the fuck I live

Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck

Don't know my enemies, yo
And lock and load my Calico
And buck on them niggas
So what the fuck

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21 - Lyrics - Direction - Starting Line

Title: 21
Album: Direction
Artist: Starting Line
Composer(s): Kenneth Robert Vasoli, Matthew Keenan Watts, Thomas David Gryskiewicz, Brian Schmutz, Michael Patrick Golla

Lyric:
I'm not trying to write it off
But I'm doing all I can
To take the slur out of my words
You do your best to understand

I'm keeping you in mind
But I'm getting out of hand
Pour the medicine that keeps me right
Is settling, I get easily distracted

It's 7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna
What am I gonna do?

It's 7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna

I'm gonna stand up and brush it off
And I'll become a better man
I've been trying to explain myself
But no one understands

I'm getting out of line
But I'm keeping all my plans
My movements and my messages are all I said
But my constant contradictions

It's 7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna
What am I gonna do?

It's 7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna
What am I gonna say?

What do you do here in the moment?
What do you say?
What do you do?
What do you need?

7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna
What am I gonna do?

It's 7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna
What am I gonna do?

It's 7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna
What am I gonna do?

It's 7 and I'm already wasted
I'm 21 and I'm already hazy
What am I gonna
What am I gonna do?

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Almost There, Going Nowhere - Lyrics - Say It Like You Mean It - Starting Line

Title: Almost There, Going Nowhere
Album: Say It Like You Mean It
Artist: Starting Line
Composer(s): Kenneth Robert Vasoli, Matthew K Watts, Thomas David Gryskiewicz, Michael Patrick Golla

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Lyric:
It's time to say a word
Say it like you mean it
She spoke with a tone of hurt
As my eyes rolled back, hoping for the end
One too many condescending battles for a friend

Say another word
And I'll sit on the floor
Keep talking down to me
You're not only losing me
You're losing what's in store

I'll try to stay awake, when I go, when I get home
I'll try to stay awake, over the phone
So I could tell the truth, tell the truth

Something is still getting in the way
Between you and I on summer holiday
Just wait one minute more
'Cause my heart is half way torn
And your already gone, you're already gone

I'll try to stay awake, when I go, when I get home
I tried to stay awake, over the phone
So I could tell the truth, tell the truth

Say another word
Face first on the floor
Keep talking down to me
Losing what was almost meant to be

I'll try to stay awake, when I go, when I get home
I'll try to stay awake, over the phone
So I could tell the truth

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Ghetto Bird - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Ghetto Bird
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Quincy Jones, David Spradley, O'Shea Jackson, Jr., George Clinton, Garry Shider

Lyric:
Why, oh why must you swoop through the hood
Like everybody from the hood is up to no good
You think all the girls around here are trickin'
Up there lookin' like Superchicken

At night I see your light through my bedroom window
But I ain't got shit but the pad and pencil
I can't wait till I hear you say, "I'm going down, mayday, mayday"
I'm gonna clown 'cause every time that the pigs have got me

Y'all rub it in with the flying Nazi military force
But we don't want you, standin' on my roof with the rocket launcher
So fly like an eagle but don't follow us wherever we go
The shit that I'm saying, make sure it's heard
Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

Run, run, run from the ghetto bird
Run, run, run from the ghetto bird

Now, my homies here to lick on a trick for a Rolex
And let me try the four next
Now the four I was driving is hotter than July
Looked up and didn't see it whippin' in the sky

Saw a chopper with numbers on the bottom
Calling all cars, I think we've got 'em
I hit the gas and I mashed past Inglewood
I think I drove through every single hood

South Central, Compton and Watts
Long Beach, bust a U, here come the cops
Wish I had a genie with about three wishes
Metal flake green on D's, I look suspicious

You know that I'm running, shit, I hear it humming
Fuck, I see it coming, is it a bird? Yup, is it a plane? No
I hit me a right on El Segundo
Wanted to holla, had to ditch the Impala

Let's see if they would follow
Me, hit a fence, hit a fence and another
Met me a baby pitbull and his mother
Ran up in some people's house and looked out of the window

I wish it was my ten-four
Had to pull a strap on a fool named Louis the Third
'Cuz I'm getting chased by the ghetto bird

Just put his hat, he combed his hair and then put his hat back on
He's acting nonchalant up there in that cockpit, going 115 miles an hour
With the police chasing him, they're not gonna be real happy
When they catch up with him, no matter what, but the
They hate, they hate a bigmouth even worse

Officer Bird's on his way and I don't wanna see him
Could you please give me the keys to the B.M.?
See, I didn't want to gank you
But don't make me bank you, thank you

Tried to get to the hood, and you might guess
That a fool like me woulda shot Cyrus
Incognito, Ghetto Eagle
Saying, "Fuck, where did he go?"

I bust me a left from Rubellon
Parked the 735 and I'm bailin'
Went to my home girl's house and got a hug man
She helped me run like Harriet Tubman

Looked out the window by the black bed
I saw the pigs and the four on a flatbed
Then the light from the bird hit me in the face
I close the blinds 'cause I didn't wanna catch a case

All that night, I heard the bird circle
While I was eating fish and watching Urkel
She said I could sleep on the couch
By two a.m. I was digging her out, fuck the ghetto bird

Which way is he going now?
Okay, now, now he's, he's actually Southbound on a service street
And, Gee whiz, uh, I'm gonna get my maps out here
And figure out which service street he suddenly turned off on
The sheriffs are, are, well I know that sheriffs ground units got thrown off

Motherfuck you and your punk-ass ghetto bird

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I Wanna Kill Sam - Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

Title: I Wanna Kill Sam
Album: Death Certificate
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, Harold Lee Clayton, William Earl Collins, Bradley Ridgell, David Spradley, Sigidi O'Shea Jackson, Garry Shider, Jr., George Clinton

Lyric:
The army is the only way out for a young black teenager.
We'll provide you with housing, we'll provide you with education
We'll provide you with everything you need to survive in life
We'll help you to be the best soldier in the U.S. of A.
Because we do more before 7 A.M.
Than most niggers do in their whole lifetime

I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'

I wanna kill him, 'cause he tried to play me like the trick
But you see, I'm the wrong nigga to fuck with
I got the A to the motherfuckin' K, and it's ready to rip
Slapped in my banana clip and I'm lookin'

Is he in Watts, Oakland, Philly or Brooklyn?
It seems like he got the whole country behind him
So it's sort of hard to find him
But when I do, gotta put my gat in his mouth

Pump seventeen rounds make his brains hang out
'Cause the shit he did was uncalled for
Tried to fuck a brother up the ass like a small whore
And that shit ain't fly

So now I'm settin' up, the ultimate drive-by
And when you hear this shit
It make the world say
"Damn, I wanna kill Sam"

Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?
Do the niggaz run this motherfucker?

Momma, some man at the front do'
Sit yo' ass down
Uhh hi, I have reason to believe that someone in this household
Has just turned eighteen, am I correct?

Here's why I wanna kill the punk
'Cause he tried to take a motherfuckin' chunk of the funk
He came to my house, I let 'em bail in
'Cause he said he was down with the L.M

He gave up a little dap
Then turned around, and pulled out a gat
I knew it was a caper
I said, "Please don't kill my mother," so he raped her

Tied me up, took me outside
And I was thrown in a big truck
And it was packed like sardines
Full of niggaz, who fell for the same scheme

Took us to a place and made us work
All day and we couldn't have shit to say
Broke up the families forever
And to this day black folks can't stick together

And it's odd
Broke us down, made us pray, to his God
And when I think about it, it make me say
"Damn, I wanna kill Sam"

I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'

Now in ninety-one, he wanna tax me
I remember, the son of a bitch used to axe me
And hang me by a rope 'til my neck snapped
Now the sneaky motherfucker wanna ban rap

And put me under dirt or concrete
But God, can see through a white sheet
'Cause you the devil in drag
You can burn your cross, well I'll burn your flag

Try to give me the H-I-V
So I can stop makin babies like me
And you're givin' dope to my people chump
Just wait 'til we get over that hump

'Cause yo' ass is grass cause I'ma blast
Can't bury rap, like you buried jazz
'Cause we stopped bein' whores, stop doin' floors
So bitch you can fight your own wars

So if you see a man in red white and blue
Gettin' janked by the Lench Mob crew
It's a man who deserves to buckle
I wanna kill Sam 'cause he ain't my motherfuckin' Uncle

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We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?, That's correct
We-we-we've gone nowhere in 200 years?, That's correct

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Z - Billy And The Motorway Police - Lyrics - Fischer

Title: Z - Billy And The Motorway Police
Artist: Fischer
Composer(s): John Watts, David Graham

Lyric:
By the roadside, Morning Shadow
Good for nothing, walking scarecrow
This is a major disaster area
I think I'll close up my eyes

No assistance Mantovani
Police protection still eludes me
This is a major disaster area
I think I'll close up my eyes

Voice of wisdom curtain razor
Keep us free from any danger
This is a major disaster area
I think I'll close up my eyes

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Island - Lyrics - Direction - Starting Line

Title: Island
Album: Direction
Artist: Starting Line
Composer(s): Kenneth Robert Vasoli, Matthew Keenan Watts, Thomas David Gryskiewicz, Brian Schmutz, Michael Patrick Golla

Lyric:
Let?s sail away, find our own country
We?ll build a house and get tired of palm trees
Let?s get away, let?s push our lives aside

I?ll sport a smile, take in some color
Under the stars, I?ll be your lover
With no distractions, I?m gonna treat you right

And it seems like things are only getting better
Well, it seems like we can never catch a break

Just keep a hold on me, don?t let go
If you float away, if you float away
Waited too long for a ship to come
Don?t you float away, don?t you float away

Let?s go to bed, let?s stop debating
Look at the time, we?re always waiting
But we?re in love and that should be just fine

And it seems like things are only getting better
Well, it seems like we can never catch a break

Just keep a hold on me, don?t let go
If you float away, if you float away
Waited too long for a ship to come
Don?t you float away, don?t you float away

Just keep a hold on me, don?t let go
If you float away, if you float away
Waited too long for a ship to come
Don?t you float away, don?t you float away

And if you like and if you like, some other time
I would like to introduce you to the finer things
If we survive, if we survive, get out alive
I?d like to say how beautiful I think you are

And if you like and if you like, some other time
I would like to introduce you to the finer things
If we survive, if we survive, get out alive
I?d like to say how beautiful I think you

Just keep a hold on me, don?t let go
If you float away, if you float away
Waited too long for a ship to come
Don?t you float away, don?t you float away

Just keep a hold on me, don?t let go
If you float away, if you float away
Waited too long for a ship to come
Don?t you float away, don?t you float away

Just keep a hold on me, don?t let go
If you float away, if you float away
Waited too long for a ship to come
Don?t you float away, don?t you float away

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What You Want - Lyrics - Direction - Starting Line

Title: What You Want
Album: Direction
Artist: Starting Line
Composer(s): Kenneth Robert Vasoli, Matthew Keenan Watts, Thomas David Gryskiewicz, Brian Schmutz, Michael Patrick Golla

Lyric:
I want something more than all my possessions
Something I wanna share with everybody else
It will be brilliant both to elderly and children
And be different in a way that can be embraced

If this is what you want then I'm gonna get it to you
?Cause I wanna show you things that you never knew
If this is what you want, I'll get closer to you
And then I'll make you sing ?cause that's what you do

So was it worth it, the way I had every word?
It seems like I bit off a little more than I could chew
I've got a big mouth, yeah, but maybe that's true
I could never know for sure until it gets to you

If this is what you want then I'm gonna get it to you
?Cause I wanna show you things that you never knew
If this is what you want, I'll get closer to you
And then I'll make you sing ?cause that's what you do

I wanna make it feel better
About the fact that you've made
The bet you've placed on the lonely boys
From the Keystone state, was it worth it?

It's only gonna get better
I think we're gonna be safe
If we can keep holding on and on
To hope for this long

If this is what you want, it's what I'm gonna get to you
?Cause I wanna show you things that you never knew
If this is what you want, I'll get closer to you
And then I'll make you sing ?cause that's what you do

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Z - Acrobats - Lyrics - Fischer

Title: Z - Acrobats
Artist: Fischer
Composer(s): John Watts, David Graham

Lyric:
Dig me a hole and bury, bury me down
I said dig me a hole and bury, bury me down

I'm an acrobat, you can't kill me
I'm an acrobat, you can't kill me

My magic eyes make a play for you now
My magic eyes make a play for you now

Dig me a hole and bury, bury me down
I said dig me a hole and bury, bury me down

I'm an acrobat, you can't kill me
I'm an acrobat, you can't kill me

You took a picture of a woman and me
You took a picture of a woman and me
You took a picture of a woman and me
You took a picture of a woman and me

You think you're clever, but you're stupid as me
You think you're clever, but you're stupid as me
You think you're clever, but you're stupid as me
You think you're clever but you're stupid as me

One to, one to, one to, one to drink
One to, one to, one to, one to drink

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