Do Re Mi - Lyrics - Nanci Griffith

Title: Do Re Mi
Artist: Nanci Griffith
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
Well, thousands of folks back East they say
Are leavin' home most everyday
They're beatin' the hot oled dusty way
To the California line
Across the desert sands they roll
A gettin' outta that ole dust bowl
They think they're goin' to sugar bowl
But, here is what they find
Oh, the police at the port of entry say
"Hey, you're number fourteen thousand for the day"

If you ain't got that do re mi, boys
But, if you ain't got that do re mi
Oh, you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden
It's a paradise to live in or see
But, believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got that do re mi

If you wanna buy you a home or farm
That can't deal nobody harm
Or take your vacations by the mountains or the sea
Don't swap your old cow for a car
You'd better stay right where you are
Hey, you better take this little tip from me
'Cuz I look through the want ads every day
And the headlines in the papers always say

If you ain't got that do re mi, boys
If you ain't got that do re mi
Oh, you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Georgia, Kansas, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden
It's a paradise to live in or see
Believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got that do re mi
Yeah, believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got that do re mi

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Do Re Mi - Lyrics - Woody Guthrie

Title: Do Re Mi
Artist: Woody Guthrie
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
Lots of folks back East, they say, is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way to the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll, gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl but here's what they find
Now the police at the port of entry say
"You're number fourteen thousand for today"

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi

You want to buy you a home or a farm that can't deal nobody harm
Or take your vacation by the mountains or sea
Don't swap your old cow for a car, you better stay right where you are
Better take this little tip from me
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say

If you ain't got the do re mi, boys, you ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee
California is a garden of Eden, a paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not, you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi

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Do Re Me - Lyrics - Swing Set - Ani Difranco

Title: Do Re Me
Album: Swing Set
Artist: Ani Difranco
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
Lots of folks back East, they say
Is leavin' home every day
Beatin' the hot old dusty way
To the California line

'Cross the desert sands they roll
Gettin' out of that old dust bowl
They think they're goin' to a sugar bowl
But here's what they find
Now, the police at the port of entry say
"You're number fourteen thousand for today"

Oh, if you ain't got the do re mi, folks
You ain't got the do re mi
Why you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee

California is a garden of Eden
A paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi

You want to buy you a home or a farm
That can't deal nobody harm
Or take your vacation
By the mountains or sea

Don't swap your old cow for a car
You better stay right where you are
Better take this little tip from me
'Cause I look through the want ads every day
But the headlines on the papers always say

If you ain't got the do re mi, boys
You ain't got the do re mi
Why, you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee

California is a garden of Eden
A paradise to live in or see
But believe it or not you won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the do re mi

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Do Re Mi - Lyrics - Ry Cooder

Title: Do Re Mi
Artist: Ry Cooder
Composer(s): Woody Guthrie

Lyric:
Lots of folks back east they say
Leaving home most every day
Beating the hot old dusty way
To the California line
'Cross the desert sands they roll

Getting out of that Old Dust Bowl
Think, they're coming to a sugar bowl
But here's what they find
Police at the port of entry say
You're number fourteen thousand for to day

Hey, if you ain't got the Do Re Mi, boy
If you ain't got the Do Re Mi
Well, you better go back to beautiful Texas
Oklahoma, Kansas, Georgia, Tennessee

California is the garden of Eden
It's a paradise to live in or see
But be live it or not
You won't find it so hot
If you ain't got the Do Re Mi

You want to buy a home or a farm
That can't do nobody harm
Take your vacation by the mountains or sea
Don't swap your old cow for a car

You better stay right where you are
Better take this little tip from me
Well, I look through the want ads every day
The headlines in the papers always say

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Do Re Mi - Lyrics - Dusty Springfield

Title: Do Re Mi
Artist: Dusty Springfield
Composer(s): Earl King

Lyric:
Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
This little creature was a-passing me
He got a whole lot of rhythm when he walks
And I can hear music, baby, when he talks

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me, oh yeah

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
I wonder who can this creature be?
He ain't no picture as I can see
But I don't care he looks so good to me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
I'd like to love you, yeah, yes sirree
It may sound crazy but it's a fact
Hey, tell me, baby, baby, how you gonna act?

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me, oh yeah

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Let's get together and make whoopee
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Cupid's shootin' arrows straight by me

Do, re, me, fa, so, la, ti
Forget about the dough and think about me
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
The cat's in the cupboard and you can't catch me

A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Forget about the dough and think about me
A, B, C, D, E, F, G
Cupid's shootin' arrows straight by me, oh, yes

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Abc - The Jackson 5 - Lyrics - The Essential Michael Jackson - Michael Jackson

Title: Abc - The Jackson 5
Album: The Essential Michael Jackson
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Frederick Perren, Deke Richards, Berry (Jr) Gordy, (The Corporation) Alphonso Mizell

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Lyric:
You went to school to learn, girl
Things you never, never knew before
I before E except after C
And why two plus two makes four

Now, now, now I'm gonna teach you
Teach you, teach you
All about love, dear, all about love
Sit yourself down, take a seat
All you gotta do is repeat after me

A B C, easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

A B C, easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

Come on, let me love you just a little bit
Come on, let me love you just a little bit
I'm a gonna teach how to sing it out
Come on, come one, come on
Let me show you what it's all about

Reading and writing arithmetic
Are the branches of the learning tree
But listen without the roots of love every day, girl
Your education ain't complete

T-t-t-teacher's gonna show you, show you, show you
How to get an A, spell me, you, add the two
Listen to me baby, that's all you gotta do

A B C is easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
That's how easy love can be
Sing a simple melody
One, two, three, you and me

Sit down girl I think I love you
No get up girl show me what you can do
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby
One, two, three baby oo oo
A B C baby and now
Do re mi baby now
That's how easy love can be

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be

Now I'm gonna teach you how to sing it out
Come on, come on, come on
Let me show you what it's all about

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
Now I'm gonna teach you how to
Sing it out, sing it out, sing it out, sing it out

A B C is easy it's like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be

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Abc - Lyrics - I Want You Back! Unreleased Masters - Jackson 5

Title: Abc
Album: I Want You Back! Unreleased Masters
Artist: Jackson 5
Composer(s): Frederick Perren, Deke Richards, Berry (Jr) Gordy, (The Corporation) Alphonso Mizell

Lyric:
You went to school to learn, girl
Things you never, never knew before
I before E except after C
And why two plus two makes four

Now, now, now I'm gonna teach you
Teach you, teach you
All about love, dear, all about love
Sit yourself down, take a seat
All you gotta do is repeat after me

A B C, easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

A B C, easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

Come on, let me love you just a little bit
Come on, let me love you just a little bit
I'm a gonna teach how to sing it out
Come on, come one, come on
Let me show you what it's all about

Reading and writing arithmetic
Are the branches of the learning tree
But listen without the roots of love every day, girl
Your education ain't complete

T-t-t-teacher's gonna show you, show you, show you
How to get an A, spell me, you, add the two
Listen to me baby, that's all you gotta do

A B C is easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
That's how easy love can be
Sing a simple melody
One, two, three, you and me

Sit down girl I think I love you
No get up girl show me what you can do
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby
One, two, three baby oo oo
A B C baby and now
Do re mi baby now
That's how easy love can be

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be

Now I'm gonna teach you how to sing it out
Come on, come on, come on
Let me show you what it's all about

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
Now I'm gonna teach you how to
Sing it out, sing it out, sing it out, sing it out

A B C is easy it's like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be

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Abc - Lyrics - American Juniors - American Juniors

Title: Abc
Album: American Juniors
Artist: American Juniors
Composer(s): Frederick Perren, Deke Richards, Berry (Jr) Gordy, (The Corporation) Alphonso Mizell

Lyric:
You went to school to learn, girl
Things you never, never knew before
I before E except after C
And why two plus two makes four

Now, now, now I'm gonna teach you
Teach you, teach you
All about love, dear, all about love
Sit yourself down, take a seat
All you gotta do is repeat after me

A B C, easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

A B C, easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

Come on, let me love you just a little bit
Come on, let me love you just a little bit
I'm a gonna teach how to sing it out
Come on, come one, come on
Let me show you what it's all about

Reading and writing arithmetic
Are the branches of the learning tree
But listen without the roots of love every day, girl
Your education ain't complete

T-t-t-teacher's gonna show you, show you, show you
How to get an A, spell me, you, add the two
Listen to me baby, that's all you gotta do

A B C is easy as one, two, three
Are simple as do re mi
A B C, one, two, three, baby, you and me girl

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
That's how easy love can be
Sing a simple melody
One, two, three, you and me

Sit down girl I think I love you
No get up girl show me what you can do
Shake it, shake it, baby, come on now
Shake it, shake it, baby, ooh
Shake it, shake it, baby
One, two, three baby oo oo
A B C baby and now
Do re mi baby now
That's how easy love can be

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be

Now I'm gonna teach you how to sing it out
Come on, come on, come on
Let me show you what it's all about

A B C is easy as like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be
Now I'm gonna teach you how to
Sing it out, sing it out, sing it out, sing it out

A B C is easy it's like counting up to three
Sing a simple melody
That's how easy love can be

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Raw Riddim - Lyrics - Ziggy Marley

Title: Raw Riddim
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): Stephen Marley, David Nesta Marley

Lyric:
Hop bop but don't call the cop
My sound still in the musical top, relax

Come on in, the gate is wide and open
Don't be afraid, we're not as bad as they say
Do you, do you? Do what you got to do
Do you, do you? Do what you got to do
Do you, do you? Do what you got to do
Do you, do you?

We're having fun down in the ghetto
We're having fun down in the ghetto
We're having fun down in the ghetto
We're having fun down in the ghetto

When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence
When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence
When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence
When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence

Come on in, the gate is wide and open
Don't be afraid, we're not as bad as they say
Do you, do you? Do what you got to do
Do you, do you? Do what you got to do
Do you, do you? Do what you got to do
Do you, do you?

When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence
When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence
When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence
When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence

Now I'm at a corner, gonna check a sistren
Left alone to suffer
Now I'm at the station, going to check a brethren
Charge with instigating revolution

See it ya, now me sey we willy winkle, where have you been
So skinning up your teeth, you know wi not smiling
Because you upstairs downstairs committing sin
Political wise and you don't deserve a thing
Every sufferer suffer sometimes or another

Though you see wiinna knit ganz and sweater
Wi belly could a full, but wi still a suffer
House and land down suh it without furniture
Though wi export wi coffee send wi farm worker
Ex-amount a wi people still a suffer

The ghetto gal from down suh,
Man mi sey she sweet like a wah
Man wi hail up Pam and big up Barbara
Special request to Panserella big up the youth
Call Burro Chaga, soul man him dey yah
In nough gold chain, silver

When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence
When will the innocent stop being punished for their innocence

You see as to how wi get this riddim yah
Fe dance wid, you dance wid ityou nuh
Sam way you nuh

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Think Of You [From "Honey" Soundtrack] - Lyrics - Amerie

Title: Think Of You [From "Honey" Soundtrack]
Artist: Amerie
Composer(s): Fred Jerkins, Lashawn Daniels, Rodney Jerkins, Amerie Mi Marie Rogers

Lyric:
I can't stop thinking about what we once had together
I know the reason is that our love was meant forever
But now my life is shared with someone other than you
But life is worthless if right beside me there is no you

Everyday, alone I think of you
(I think of you)
You're not my man
(I'm with somebody else)

All I want to know is can I be
(All I want, can I be)
With you tonight
(Because baby)

I've never stopped loving your kissing and hugging
I still think of us when I'm all alone
It's hard for me to forget wishing you're the one
That I'm with, now I'm so full of regrets

What do I do when I think of you?
Do you remember the day when you first said I love you?
I can remember 'cause through me
All my dreams had come true

Now, I don't know why I'm with him
When love just ain't true
But now I do know why I'm always
Wishing that it was you

Everyday alone I think of you
(Think of you)
You're not my man
(You, I'm with somebody else)

All I want to know is can I be with you tonight?
(Can I be, because, baby)
I've never stopped loving your kissing and hugging
(Your kissing and hugging)

I still think of us when I'm all alone
(I still, I still do)
It's hard for me to forget
(Hard for me)

Wishing you're the one
(Wishing you're the one)
That I'm with, now, I'm so full of regrets
(So what do)

What do I do when I think of you?
(What do I do?)
(Hoping, hoping, praying)
You understand how I love you

(I'm trying, trying, waiting)
To tell you how much I need you
(Boy, I know, I know, I)
Never said enough I love you

(But now I know my heart)
Will never love no one but you, baby
I've never stopped loving
(I've never stopped loving)

Your kissing and hugging
(Your kissing and your hugging)
I still think of us when I'm all alone
(I still think of you)

It's hard for me to forget
Wishing you're the one that I'm with
Now, I'm so full of regrets
What do I do when I think of you?
(What do I do when)

I've never stopped loving
(Stopped loving)
Your kissing and hugging
(Your kiss, your hug)

I still think of us when I'm all alone
It's hard for me to forget
Wishing your the one that I'm with
Now, I'm so full of regrets

What do I do when I think of you?
(What do I do?)
I've never stopped loving your kissing and hugging
I still think of us when I'm all alone

It's hard for me to forget
Wishing your the one that I'm with
Now, I'm so full of regrets
What do I do when I think of you?

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My Turn - Lyrics - Lil' Rob

Title: My Turn
Artist: Lil' Rob
Composer(s): Robert Flores, John Stary

Lyric:
Get it right
You know everybody's talkin' about me and shit right now
Y'all wonder what I'm gonna do next
Well, check it out

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin', I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me

Everybody wants to know what Lil' Rob is soundin' like
The same way as always, homey, dynomite
They say, out of sight well then out of mind
Well, I'm out of sight but I'm in yo' mind and I don't mind
Homey, I'm just tryin' to keep with the times
Spit rhymes that are always on time and try to climb
They wanna hate on me for stupid ass shit
Pay them no mind, can't believe they're doin' that shit

I can't believe they're even cool with that shit
Supposed to be crazy homeboys and talk like a bitch
If you're not the kind of homey I could pull a crime with
Then you're not the kind of homeboy I could bust a rhyme with
And you're not the kind of homeboy I associate with
What'chu got bitch, I won't even negotiate with, shit

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

You can't stop me, I always continue to do my thing
No matter, what you do no matter what you bring
You're mad at me, for what? 'Cause I'm tryin'
To open the door so you can come up too you stupid fuck?
Come on homey, I'm as real as they come
Take a little bit of Pepsi mix it up with some rum
The kind of man to offer you a drink
And hold a conversation with you to see how you think

But uhh
Somethin' tells me that you're bluffin' me homes
That you're not, who you seem to be don't fuck with me homes
'Cause nowadays I can see you comin' a mile away
And I don't like your style eh
Okay

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

Goddamn, I gotta deal with everybody else puttin' me down
I've been puttin' in work for as long as I've been around
Just because I was brought up on the brown side of town
I rap with an accent and I got my own sound
Ey fuck it homey, I am who I am
One proud Mexican, 'En mi criste penaten'
Lowridin' down the avenue, doin what it is I do
Whether it appeals to you I gotta keep it real with you

How could I expect you to respect me any other way
Can I get a 'Si mon' can I get an 'Orale'
Andele, there we go
Shouts out to all my gente from here to Me-ji-co

The more people that love me
The more people that hate me
But I ain't trippin' I just do what I do
Keep it true to myself, you can't break me, it's my turn
I'm shootin' for the top of the world
Can I make it to the top of the world, hell yeah
It's my turn
I'll see you at the top of the world
I'll be waitin' at the top of the world

You got somethin' to say, keep that shit to yourself mayne
It's my turn
You don't like me, don't play it, simple as that
And I just don't stop, see you at the top
That's right, you can do what you do I'll do what I do
And I just don't stop, see you at the top
And I just don't stop, see you at the top

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The Master Has Come Back - Lyrics - Damian "Junior Gong" Marley

Title: The Master Has Come Back
Artist: Damian "Junior Gong" Marley
Composer(s): Stephen Marley, Neville Livingston, Bunny Wailer, Damian Robert Nes Marley

Lyric:
A your youth you know, wew

For the master has come back, gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now

For the Master has come back, It's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

Boom, we learn from the old school
When strictly thugs used to run it
When one wheel really was the move
Long before Bogle start dance
And still pon deh paper money
Police alock up man fi them shoes

That simply mean the station full up
A bare Clark boot and bally
From England whe' spankin' new
Before man start to mek flex
When then used to mek dally

And speak of the rights and truths
If unno starvin' fi di brain food
Man have it fi feed you like porridge
Weh rich inna dreadnut juice

'Cause nuff a wah dem learn in university and college
It water down and dilute, I tell you street smarts
Wi carry you through life like a cartridge
From a survival point of view and if what you seek is the truth
And to increase knowledge, now you surely can't lose, why?

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regularly
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

The return of the dread I when I get back
The entire empire will start to strike back
Well, a bare army green full up mi flight park
Some red eye guy wonder which bank we hijack

And a we the voluptuous girls a smile at
Any bwoy nuh like dat, him gone pon ice box
We can be dangerous like how the night black
We will dip and come up

Select and slide back and seh she loves my culture
Herbs and my locks, silky smooth way I flow
My words and my tracks
She's hoping we can spend a night at

Somewhere thats warm and cozy, why not?
She's been wanting me since my Karl Kani drop
And she needs the substance, not the hype chat
For dark clouds do bring rain, baby
Here comes the sun to shine again

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regulary
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

Boom! I know you're loving the goods that I'm delivering
Up in your neck of the woods so you can live again
Who is the cock in the coup which part the chicken in
And dem a copy the books that I have written in

And when you hear from the shout, dem no have no discipline
And dem a run up dem mouth, them never listening
And when the Gong no deh bout, I know you're missing him
'Cause lyrically no doubt I'm Nitroglycerin

Mi touch down it's carousels of luggages, my flip phone
My car cell, my messages, my girl bring me parcels and packages
Marijuana cigar smells in palaces, a few coil must pop off for di charities 'Cause politition a palave' pon dem promises
A new face will fulfill the prophecies, it's too late for two faced apologies

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regulary
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

When fire tun down low we're only simmering
Anyhow we start get cold, dem would be shivering
Not everything is gold because of glittering
Tell dem fi clean dem soul from all di littering

And they don't own di throne dat they be sitting in
And it was just a loan they're only sitting in
And when the king come home well what a bitter thing
Nashing of teeth and moaning upon bickering

Well, mind you catch the flow it can be sickening
Only a few are chosen for the reckoning
It's Rastarfari's that unno living in
And it's a lion's jungly unno visiting

I know you've seen the posters of my images
Upon your streets and close to all your villages
My metaphors unfolding with my similies
Woman can go dance again, boom

For the master has come back, Gong the originally
Run for the grand finale, mi inna mi Clarky-Wally
For the master has come man, man, I do it regulary
Through every hill and valley, it's normal for me now
For the Master has come back, it's Mr. Warm and easy
She could never leave me, somebody please believe me
For the master has come back, I'm mad wid it

For the master has come back
For the master has come back
For the master has come back
For the master has come back

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Everybody Sing - Lyrics - Judy Garland

Title: Everybody Sing
Artist: Judy Garland
Composer(s): Arthur Freed, Nacio Herb Brown

Lyric:
When the whole world seems wrong
Just learn the words of a simple song
Of blue skies above
Be a troubador and all is love

When April showers stray
The silver lining will come they say
And singin' in the rain's the thing
That those happy days again will bring

So, everybody sing, everybody sing
Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring
Everybody's gay, everybody's gay
Oh, say can't you hear the orchestra play?

Everybody sing, everybody start
You can't go wrong with a song in your heart
Everybody sing, come on now, get into that swing
Go, Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do
Do Re Mi Fa So La Ti Do

Everybody sing, everybody sing
Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring
Sing before breakfast, help the birdies along
Before you have your buttered toast, have a song

Sing good, sing bad
Sing loud, sing soft
Sing sweet, sing hot
Sing

Let the sound of your voice turn winter to spring.
Everybody's gay, everybody's gay
Oh, say can't you hear la-da-de-oo-de-lay-de-lay-o?
Everybody sing, everybody start
You can't go wrong with a song in your heart

Everybody sing, get into the swing
Go, Do Re Me Fa So La Ti
Get happy, get happy
And everybody sing

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Hip-Hopera - Lyrics - Bounty Killer

Title: Hip-Hopera
Artist: Bounty Killer
Composer(s): Lauryn N. Hill, Rodney Price, Wyclef Jean, Pras Michel

Lyric:
Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun man holler
Mack 11 guard your gorilla

Why you gwan, watch out for Babylon
MC's babble on and on I phenom
Bomb like Ethiopians, not Italians
Queen Asheba, balance like a Libra

Rain like meteor storms
That change forms like the pillars of Islam
Make the best rule and fuck the rest whole
It takes one drop of purity to clean the chess pool

The next crew, will be comprised of kings and queens
Wearing crowns and holiday scepters, facing Mecca, making records
Raiding biblio techas, I sip nectars with Gods in the street apparel
Keep the path straight and narrow while we bombin' on Pharaoh

So Bounty Killer pour the sorrel let's make plans for tomorrow
'Cause if it's down a Sodom and Gomorrah Refugees we nah go so

Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun man holler
Mack 11 guard your gorilla

So talk well if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest
You Mr. Punk, we"ll come and do your next best
Mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest
Askel 45, Fugees dem tech

Well, talk well if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest
You Mr. Punk, we"ll come and do your next best
Mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest
Rappers from the east and rappers from the west, well

Yo, five years old I heard shots out the window
I thought that it was Zorro, driving in from Mexico
I asked my father Pablo, ?Who the hell is this Paco??
He said, ?It's Bounty Killer, he's driving in from Montego?

That's when shots start to echo from yeah so and from deh so
Well, that is the life of a nigger from the ghetto
Moving 40 kilo, from here to Puerto Rico
Smoke my manifico, but I never do perico

Yo, this is a sound clash, you ain't fit for the job
You're vagina and you're making my cock hard
You wanna rap, here's presents, go rap it in a box
You versus me is like a mouse versus a ox

Wyclef, preacher's son, I sing a hymn the lights get dim
Reflection of the end is your face facing a coffin
Oops, to abstract so you kill me with gaps, figments of your imagination
You never dealt with incarceration

Thought I heard you want to be my rival
Askel 45 a it a idol, them start war end no seek survival
Refugees we gonna treat them detrimental
Punks, fools

Another sound boy dies, slow death
Refugee Camp, Bounty Killer

Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun man holler
Mack 11 guard your gorilla

Through the temples of doom
Somehow we managed to bloom like blossoms
?By any means necessary? said Malcolm
Nights before battle we play dead like possums

Minimizing our losses like caution to the maximum
Stratagies for the Refugees, how many mics do you trip
I say not to many yo, which man runs from my magnum
Haitian shot a man, they blame Jamaicans

Michael Jackson brought you Thriller
It made all the gun man holler
Mack 11 guard your gorilla

Yeah, yeah, yeah
Well, talk well if you vex, try and jump in a mi chest
You Mr. Punk, we'll come and do your next best
Mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest
Askel 45, New York gun take, we'll talk if you vex

Try and jump in a mi chest, so Mr. Punk
We'll come and do your next best
Mi end you distress, mi lay you to rest
Askel 45, California take, well, well

Bounty Killer on the borderline
Refugee camp, Wyclef, L. Boogie
Prazwell and it don't stop

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We Could Do It - Lyrics - Naughty By Nature

Title: We Could Do It
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Christopher Rios, Johnny Watson, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
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Big Pun baby, you miss me?
See Pun gonna sing, then he gonna rhyme
Let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine
I'm gonna sing, Treach gonna rhyme
Let me lick you girl where the sun don't shine

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

So how you like it, mama? In the morning coming out the sho-wah?
How bout the middle of the night, late after hours?
My powers be have her comin' hard to God, say good Muslim
From the way I crush the sun, the moon, and then the stars
Punisher's large like the planets
But if you make my dick hard like Janet

Then you can ride the Squad transit
Trizz Nathaniel to you, can you handle my crew?
Bend over by the fridge and hand me your brew
This is how we do, that's just how you do
Throw a hand in the air, and scream Trizz Power rules
(Trizz Power rules)
Again
(Trizz Power rules)
That means you run train, with your whole damn crew, c'mon

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

Dirty Jerz, wettin' the set, with no sweat and Moet
If you want the Treach, there's no dick with no lickin'
For you home or hubby, how come the hoes make it sunny?
You took off the rag, so don't get mad that it's runny
I fuck with the rubby, and long stroke don't poke
Put the hooter in your cooler 'til your booty gets soaked

I knock it from the front, and make you look at your foot
Hit it solo from the back I might forget how you look
An old crook crashin' knowin' who wanna screw
I've been fuckin' ever since you called it 'doin' the do'
Now who you doin' it to? The fuckin' screw of the crew?
Hittin' somethin' and drunk drivin' past the boys in the blue
Talkin' to you

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

Poo-tang, tang, no scallywagging! Now
Hit it from the Illtown ground to Cali alley, now
Bang it in a Boogie Down building, with no windows
With your partner riding Big Pun, passin' indo
If Pun smack her ass, tell her grab his gut
'Cause when I pop the cock, watch the nuts erupt
Been platinum, no more sleepin' on Latin rappin'
So get your mackin' crackin' and Pun pass the Magnum

It's me, Big Pee the bachelor
Your Secret Garden need a weeder whacker
All I need is my gat and my black Cleopatra
She the master of seduction with a classy introduction
Must be after somethin' way she make that ass function
Pass the Dutch and take off your boots
I'm a call my troops, and just work that caboose
Terror Squad the truth, we the proof for the kids
In the Coupe with the Trizz, there it is, c'mon

Take off your clothes, meet me in the bathtub
I wanna get it on, scrub a dub rub
Last night baby, told me that you'd stay
And when I awake it seems like you're gone for days

We can do it in the middle of the night, girl
We can do it on the beach in the sunlight
We can do it anywhere that you like, girl
Long as you do it, and do it, all night

We can do it in the middle of Little Italy
Don't worry about your man, he can't do diddily
Ohh, I can do it better

Senora, senorita
Tan preciosa
Nena linda
Senora morenita
Tan preciosa
Morenita

Quitate toda la ropa mi amor
Quiero estar contigo corazon
Quitate toda la ropa mi amor
Quiero estar contigo corazon

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Fresh From Yard - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Fresh From Yard
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Moses Davis, S Dunbar, R Gordon, Kim Jones, Ken Ifill, B Thompson, E Brown, Handel Tucker, C Dillon, W Riley, Leroy Romans, Ernesto Shaw, Richard Folks

Lyric:
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man
(Zagga, zow, zow, zow)
Bumba, star, yo, yo
America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world
We're comin' at you Kim, where you at babe?

Gal flex, time to have sex
Jump in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks
Now you know that my style is rated XXX
Just lookin' ain't a gal, you no have 'nuff respect

I use to rock Sergio Tacchini, C And G bikinis
Now I'm hot steppin' in my Queen Bee collection
Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday
Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway

That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Some of y'all show up but like jeans y'all fade out
Whatever, fly out the crew hit the beach in Miami
Niggas watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from east, west, north, and south
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

So mi go so, hear mi dappa man a nuh rapper
Entertainer, worst man a real toppa, toppa
Do wah, pop your collar, no bother holla
Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor cau wah

Gal yuh brighter and yuh now together
Chicken heads and 'bout twelve hoochie mama
When car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog

Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge
Badman a real badman man a nuh fraud, hey, true, what dem seh

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Anyway, mi have girls from all nations really Haitian and Jamaican
Woman, a seh mi God's creation so dem wanna mi consegation
Send in application, wanna mi qualification
Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or immigration

How when girl, fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a wanna man?
Just slam up Malaysian and mi send for Indonesian
Wife a Puerto Rican 'pon di hill mi buy a mansion
Just buy a apartment from mi girl fi wah Italian

One deh drive a BMW I mention she a German
And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England
Have girl on Netherland, African or Switzerland
Bettin' baby' mother weh mi have fresh from yard

Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog
This a bad boy yah jump 'pon record
Last gal mi wuk she end up down
At the morgue, mi can tell her somethin'

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from East, West, North and South
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

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Gone - Lyrics - Aventura

Title: Gone
Artist: Aventura
Composer(s): Wade Robson, Justin Timberlake

Lyric:
Mil palabras te podria decir
To make you come home
Seems so long ago you walked away
And left me alone

Y yo recuerdo what you said to me
You were acting so strange
Quizas fui ciego y no quise entender
That you needed a change

Was it something I said
To make you turn away
To make you walk out and leave me cold

If I could just find a way
To make it so that you were right here
Right now

I've been sitting here, can't get you out my mind
I try my best to be a man and be strong
I drove myself insane wishing I can touch your face
But the truth re-mains you are gone

Tu no estas, gone
No, gone
Oh baby girl, baby girl you're, gone
No, gone

I don't want to make excuses baby
Won't change the fact that you're gone no no
Pero si also es verdad mi amor

I've been sitting here, can't get you out my mind
I try my best to be a man and be strong
I drove myself insane wishing I can touch your face
But the truth re-mains you are gone

Tu no estas, gone
No, gone
Oh baby girl, baby girl you're, gone
No, gone

Siempre me rindo a tus pies
El tiempo pasas tan lento baby
Esa es mi vida sin ti
Esa es mi vida sin ti

I've been sitting here, can't get you out my mind
I try my best to be a man and be strong
I drove myself insane wishing I can touch your face
But the truth remains you are gone

Tu no estas, gone
No, gone
Oh baby girl, baby girl you're, gone
No, gone

I don't want to change my everyday
Pero no puedo mi amor
So I'll just hang around
And find some things to do

I've been sitting here, can't get you out my mind
I try my best to be a man and be strong
I drove myself insane wishing I can touch your face
But the truth remains, you are gone

Tu no estas, gone
No, gone
Oh baby girl, baby girl you're, gone
No, gone

To take my mind off missing you
Y yo se corazon que tambien
Sientes lo mismo por mi
Dime que si

I've been sitting here
(Sentado aquí)
Can't get you out my mind
(No puedo mas)

I try my best to be a man and be strong
(Ooh)
I drove myself insane wishing I can touch your face
(Wishing I can touch your face)......
But the truth remains, you are gone

Tu no estas, gone
No, gone
Oh baby girl, baby girl you're, gone
No, gone

Dime que puedo hacer si no estas junto a mi
Dime niña que no ves que me muero por ti
Now that we are apart am I still in your heart
Niña linda que no ves te necesito aquí

Let find out Toby, ooh

I've been sitting here
(Sentado aquí)
Can't get you out my mind
(En falta de tu amor)

I try my best to be a man and be strong
(Listen to your man, hum)
I drove myself insane wishing I can touch your face
But the truth remains, you are gone

I've been sitting here
(Sentado aquí)
Can't get you out my mind
(Can't get you off my mind)

I try my best to be a man and be strong
(Listen to your man ooh, ooh)
I drove myself insane wishing I can touch your face
But the truth remains you're gone, gone, gone
(You are gone, baby girl)

Gone, gone, gone
But the truth remains you are

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Fresh From Yard - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Fresh From Yard
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Davis, S Dunbar, R Gordon, Kim Jones, Ken Ifill, B Thompson, E Brown, Handel Tucker, C Dillon, W Riley, Leroy Romans, Ernesto Shaw, Richard Folks

Lyric:
Likkle Kim 'longside Beenie Man
(Zagga, zow, zow, zow)
Bumba, star, yo, yo
America, Caribbean, a matter a fact the world
We're comin' at you Kim, where you at babe?

Gal flex, time to have sex
Jump in a your lex steam a blunt pop a Becks
Now you know that my style is rated XXX
Just lookin' ain't a gal, you no have 'nuff respect

I use to rock Sergio Tacchini, C And G bikinis
Now I'm hot steppin' in my Queen Bee collection
Got gear to match my whips from Monday to Sunday
Designers give me exclusives straight off the runway

That's how it is, my shit is laid out
Some of y'all show up but like jeans y'all fade out
Whatever, fly out the crew hit the beach in Miami
Niggas watch me shake my fanny in my iced out panties

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from east, west, north, and south
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

So mi go so, hear mi dappa man a nuh rapper
Entertainer, worst man a real toppa, toppa
Do wah, pop your collar, no bother holla
Spend a thousand dollar, buy ganja and liquor cau wah

Gal yuh brighter and yuh now together
Chicken heads and 'bout twelve hoochie mama
When car hot, clothes pop off, get it together
The DJ seh we fresh from yard, Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog

Last gal mi wuk she end up down at the morge
Badman a real badman man a nuh fraud, hey, true, what dem seh

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Anyway, mi have girls from all nations really Haitian and Jamaican
Woman, a seh mi God's creation so dem wanna mi consegation
Send in application, wanna mi qualification
Line up on mi gate like mi a custom or immigration

How when girl, fi rule mon? Dem mad a could a wanna man?
Just slam up Malaysian and mi send for Indonesian
Wife a Puerto Rican 'pon di hill mi buy a mansion
Just buy a apartment from mi girl fi wah Italian

One deh drive a BMW I mention she a German
And to each a di one mi send a bag a pound from over England
Have girl on Netherland, African or Switzerland
Bettin' baby' mother weh mi have fresh from yard

Likkle Kim just buck a real old dog
This a bad boy yah jump 'pon record
Last gal mi wuk she end up down
At the morgue, mi can tell her somethin'

Gal, open up the legs dem wide
And let me get inside that, and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite
And kick up and a real like a man she wanna fight alright

Open up your legs dem wide and let me get inside
That and wuk you all night
A who this gal, yuh wanna bite and kick up
And a real like a man she wanna fight alright

From you a toppa, toppa
(Then throw dem bows)
Toppa, toppa
(Let the diamonds show)

From you a toppa, toppa
(Mi look good inna mi clothes)
Toppa, toppa
(Badgirl, nah fi pose)

Beenie Man and Likkle Kim callin' out
(Shout)
People from East, West, North and South
Say, I'm the emcee with the nasty mouth
Put that on my unborn kids, we do it way big

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Treme - Shorty, Shorty - Lyrics - X

Title: Treme - Shorty, Shorty
Artist: X
Composer(s): Steven Tejada

Lyric:
What should I say? What should I do?
Dimelo pronto, que muero sin tu luz
Dime que ya, hoy regresas a mi
Si te entregas a mi, yo me entrego a ti

Yo se porque, de noche no duermo mas
Y se porque mi vida no es vida
Porque no te tengo y porque no te encuentro, amor
Por eso te dedico esta cancion

Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you look so fine
Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you're blowin' my mind
Shorty, shorty, sabes que me muero por ti
Shorty, shorty, y sin ti no podria exsistir

Steve Styles lookin' for you
Steve Styles, Danny D, X, X, Xtreme

Where do I go? Where do I find you?
Quiero verte, me hace daño
Dime que ya, necesitas de mi
Que se que no eres feliz
Sin mi no puedes vivir

Yo se porque, de noche no duermo mas
Y se porque, mi vida no es vida
Porque no te tengo y porque no te encuentro, amor
Por eso te dedico esta cancion

Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you look so fine
Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you're blowin' my mind
Shorty, shorty, no vez que me muero por ti
Shorty, shorty, y sin ti no podria exsistir

Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you look so fine
Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you're blowin' my mind
Shorty, shorty, no vez que me muero por ti
Shorty, shorty, y sin ti no podria exsistir

X, X, Xtreme

Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you look so fine
Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you're blowin my mind
Shorty, shorty, no vez que me muero por ti
Shorty, shorty, y sin ti no podria exsistir

Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you look so fine
Shorty, shorty, baby girl, you're blowin my mind
Shorty, shorty, no vez que me muero por ti
Shorty, shorty, y sin ti no podria exsistir

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