Down On The Corner Of Love - Lyrics - Buck Owens

Title: Down On The Corner Of Love
Artist: Buck Owens
Composer(s): Buck Owens

Lyric:
You'll find me hangin? around
That's where I'll be found
Down on the corner of love

?Neath the stars that shine
And neon signs
Down on the corner of love

When night starts to fall
And love starts to call
Down on the corner of love

You'll find me hangin? around
That's where I'll be found
Down on the corner of love

When it's late in the evenin'
I can't help a feelin'
My heart you're stealin'
?Neath the stars up above

Oh, when the sun goes down
And the moon comes around
I'll be down on the corner of love

Oh, when the sun goes down
And the moon comes around
I'll be down on the corner of love

If you're passin' by
Too lonesome to cry
Down on the corner of love

Just stop for a while
I'll teach you to smile
Down on the corner of love

The love that you had
Dirtied you bad
Down on the corner of love

Forget you were blue
And start life anew
Down on the corner of love

When it's late in the evenin'
I can't help a feelin'
My heart you're stealin'
?Neath the stars up above

Oh, when the sun goes down
And the moon comes around
I'll be down on the corner of love

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Down On The Corner Of Love - Lyrics - Dwight Sings Buck - Dwight Yoakam

Title: Down On The Corner Of Love
Album: Dwight Sings Buck
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): Buck Owens

Lyric:
You'll find me hangin? around
That's where I'll be found
Down on the corner of love

?Neath the stars that shine
And neon signs
Down on the corner of love

When night starts to fall
And love starts to call
Down on the corner of love

You'll find me hangin? around
That's where I'll be found
Down on the corner of love

When it's late in the evenin'
I can't help a feelin'
My heart you're stealin'
?Neath the stars up above

Oh, when the sun goes down
And the moon comes around
I'll be down on the corner of love

Oh, when the sun goes down
And the moon comes around
I'll be down on the corner of love

If you're passin' by
Too lonesome to cry
Down on the corner of love

Just stop for a while
I'll teach you to smile
Down on the corner of love

The love that you had
Dirtied you bad
Down on the corner of love

Forget you were blue
And start life anew
Down on the corner of love

When it's late in the evenin'
I can't help a feelin'
My heart you're stealin'
?Neath the stars up above

Oh, when the sun goes down
And the moon comes around
I'll be down on the corner of love

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Down On The Corner - Lyrics - Creedence Gold - Creedence Clearwater Revival

Title: Down On The Corner
Album: Creedence Gold
Artist: Creedence Clearwater Revival
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the courthouse they're startin' to unwind
Four kids on the corner tryin' to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poor Boy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo
And Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo

Down on the corner out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy goal
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
'Willy And The Poor Boys' are playin'

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Down On The Corner - Lyrics - Jed - Goo Goo Dolls

Title: Down On The Corner
Album: Jed
Artist: Goo Goo Dolls
Composer(s): Robbie Takac, George Tutuska, John Rzeznik

Lyric:
Early in the evening, just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they're startin' to unwind
Poor kids on the corner, tryin' to bring you up
Willie picks a tune out and he knows they gonna start

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Johnny hits the washboard, people just gotta smile
Robby thumbs a gut-bass and solos for a while
Poor boy brings the rhythm on his Kalamazoo
And Willie goes into a dance, doubles on kazoo, hey

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you got a nickel, won't ya lay your money down?
Over on the corner, there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner
Out in the street
Willie and the Poor Boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet
...

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Down On The Corner - Lyrics - The Long Road Home: Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection - John Fogerty

Title: Down On The Corner
Album: The Long Road Home: Ultimate John Fogerty Creedence Collection
Artist: John Fogerty
Composer(s): John Fogerty

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Lyric:
Early in the evenin' just about supper time
Over by the court house they're starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you've got a nickel won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner out in the street
Willy and the poor boys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

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Down On The Corner - Lyrics - C.C.R.

Title: Down On The Corner
Artist: C.C.R.
Composer(s): John Fogerty

Lyric:
Early in the evenin', just about supper time
Over by the courthouse, they're starting to unwind
Four kids on the corner trying to bring you up
Willy picks a tune out and he blows it on the harp

Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Rooster hits the washboard and people just got to smile
Blinky thumps the gut bass and solos for a while
Poorboy twangs the rhythm out on his Kalamazoo
Willy goes into a dance and doubles on kazoo

Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

You don't need a penny just to hang around
But if you've got a nickel, won't you lay your money down?
Over on the corner, there's a happy noise
People come from all around to watch the magic boy

Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

Down on the corner, out in the street
Willy and the Poorboys are playin'
Bring a nickel, tap your feet

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Bright As The Sun - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Bright As The Sun
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Oji Pierce

Lyric:
Starlight, star bright
First star I see tonight
Wish I may, I wish I might
Get this lick, I try to hit tonight

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me

Every time I think about it, I still can't understand
What make these niggaz think they don't need a plan
'Cuz if you don't have a plan then tell me what you got
The old get rich quick scheme or bust her ass Broc

Niggaz be punkin' out Loc, dyin' over nothin'
It's the ghetto witchdoctor with another loco potion
Hickory, dickory, thievery, trickery, poverty, misery, pleads to insanity
Homicide, rivalry, grand theft burglary, purgery, emergency, surgery

APB, they lookin' for a G, you ran through a field, hopped a fence
And climbed a tree, 911, here they come, come, nigga with a gun
Now your ass is done, ain't nowhere to hide, ain't nowhere to run
'Cuz the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

It seems nowadays just to get some respect
Ya gots to roll a Lex and collect a fat check
Or come around the corner on 3 hobbit
Blockin' up the street, flossin' back on your keys

And everybody's sayin', "You're the man Loc, never broke
And high off that pream old smoke", sippin' in the seat
Rollin' in the rag top Chevy '63, the P I M P

On top of the game but now you're gettin' laid
'Cuz that gak, weed, yay-o is playin' tricks on your brain
You're lookin' for a way out before your game play out
'Cuz once your game play out, ya lose all ya kriz out

Late one night you was rollin' down the block
With a half a pint of yat and the twenty dollar rock
One time got behind you and they told you to stop
But you kept rollin' 'cuz ya said you wasn't broke

Out like a sucka, you dumb mothafucka
Now the chase is on and here go the song
How in the hell do you think you can run
When the helicopter light's as bright as the sun?

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

Lock down since the '80, situation number 3
A nigga is released from the penitentiary
Fools better recognize and visualize
Don't be surprised, ya better realize

They gotta plan for your ass, a cage for the mask
So if you're rollin' dirty then ya better have a stash
Spot in your whoopty and know the whoompty whoofty
When the whoompty whafty is done until you see

He don't know the new game 'cuz the new game ain't true game
Well, he better catch her quick because the old game is runnin'
Nine in his waist, that's the new game Loc
'Cuz if you ain't heated then you might get smoked

He was walkin' down the street, mindin' his business
Just happy to be free and what do we see?
From the corner of his house, here come one time
So off he dashed like they set fire to his ass

'Cuz if he get caught, it's strike number three
And this might be his last day on the street
I bet ya next time you'll listen when I tell you, son
That the helicopter light's as bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun
Shinin' down on me, shinin' down on me
Shinin' down on me, bright as the sun

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Wipe Me Down - Lyrics - Lil Boosie

Title: Wipe Me Down
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Webster Gradney, Torence Hatch, J Reed

Lyric:
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Hey!
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Mr. Wipe Down, here
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Here with Foxx-a-million
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
This one be the remix!
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

Bad Azz
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Savage life
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Foxx-a-million
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
Man you'll all over this, you know what is
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
We still on
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
We still ridin? on chrome
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)
We still pullin? up
(?Cause I?m on, wipe me down)

I pull up at the club V-I-P
Gas tank on E but all drinks on me
(Wipe me down)
Fresh kicks, fresh white tall tee
Fresh NFL hat, fresh 'bauds with the crease
(Wipe me down)

Pussy niggas wanna hit me wit they heat
Real recognize real real niggaz gon? speak
(Wipe me down)
Jiggalatin? I been rollin? ?bout a week
You can tell I got cake by the diamonds in my teeth
(Wipe me down)

Black shades so you know a nigga rollin?
Ain't check me at the door, so ain't no tellin? what I?m holdin?
(Wipe me down)
Bad bitches, they gon? bust it wide open
Niggas flashin? they lil' bread but I?m the nigga they approachin?
(Wipe me down)

Small niggas, tall figures, y?all niggas crowd niggas
We gon' get mac elevens and dog niggas
(Wipe me down)
Y?all niggas call niggas but my niggas all killas
Get ya issue and whoever fall wit ya

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

B-O-O-S-I-E
B-A-D A-Z-Z that's me
(Wipe me down)
Red bones, caramel, all of ?em stop and stare
All of ?em tryna steal my underwear
(Wipe me down)

I like to floss like Rick Ross, got a hit called 'Set It Off"
When I sing it everybody set it off
(Wipe me down)
Black mink, damn I?m on play wit me
I bust ya dome 8 whips on chrome you can go
(Wipe me down)

Fresh fade, fresh J's, on the corner playin? spades
I?m an ordinary person but I?m paid
(Wipe me down)
Foxx flippin?, Webbie smokin? and we chokin?
On a whole pound of purple famous like The Ninja Turtles
(Wipe me down)

Just left New York City, hooked up wit P. Diddy
Finna blow past 50 you gon? have to
(Wipe me down)
We the best, I?m a fool, I?m the hemi man
Red light, green light, yellow light, get it man

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

Hot drop, drop top, top drop
Hoes drop it like it?s hot, yeah nigga I?m the shit
(Wipe me down)
You see this ice on my wrist how it glisten soon as the light hit
You can't lie, the ice sick
(Wipe me down)

Purple got me smellin? funky red monkey
500 dollars on ?em you ain't seen these yet
(Wipe me down)
Beatin? you can hear me way around the corner
Paint wet wit them 24's on ?em that's a bet
(Wipe me down)

Ol? ladies, baby mommas, few fiancés
Niggas' wifes, savage life who I'm gonna fuck next
(Wipe me down)
And I use the Lifestyle or the Magnum or the Trojan
Or go head and use the barrel of the tech
(Wipe me down)

Man this chain hit me for a couple grand
Oh no, I ain't complainin? just watch how you wipe my chest
(Wipe me down)
A bad bitch wanted me to stay there longer
I put that dick up on her but I had a flight to catch
(Wipe me down)

Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes

Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes
Shoulders, chest, pants, shoes

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down

?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on, wipe me down
?Cause I?m on

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Put On - Lyrics - Back In Business - Epmd

Title: Put On
Album: Back In Business
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish Smith, George Spivey

Lyric:
Put them on, put them on
Shiesty motherfuckers
Recognize that check it

Yo, we build and destroy, black Benz's and the convoy
Use a different 9 to valoy, metal, money caught it in his velcro
Another shell split his elbow, a good fellow
Like Jimmy Chochimes, he tote two nines, two dimes
Caught the guard block and at the shoe shine

Yeah, he just got word about his man James Dean from Queens
Hit a bank and shot a guard in the spleen
With Bill Blast, he made a dash smash the cash
Ran two blocks pulled off the ski mask

But then started flippin', forced in the phat whip and
People started talkin', po-po started sniffin', plus
He never hit James Dean with the cream
So James put a hit to catch him on the scene

The police got a tip from a girl he use to run with
Sell guns with, trees and mack clips, yeah
She was nice, drove a 5-0 twice, on the cell all night
With more hoes than Heidi Fleiss

And the girl drove a black Infinity, moving keys to Kennedy
Different name everyday fake identity
They made a deal and copped a plea and turned state
So at the house the police wait with Jeds caught him in his 8

50 that's how the streets be moving shiefty
Found Billy and he slipped and paid quickly
Different day but the same song, life goes on
So watch the street kid ?cause it's a put on

That's how it goes down, down on the under
That's how it goes down, down on the under

I seen Will on the corner, Flatbush and Park Slope
Shippin' two pounds of coke with 2 O.G.'s in his bear coat
Chrome neena, rollin' with this bitch named Catrena
Undercover queena that pack a street sweeper

5 years for doin' Fed time for extortion
And a jail up in Boston for major jewel flossin'
Hits safes quickly can hear a black Jamie Summers
Pick the right numbers and have mad runners

Or Hardcore Lil' Kim, Queen Bee Bitch
Who never snitch, played the game and never rode the bench
Will swear up and down this bitch will kill at will
For her family, no fantasy, a James Colamity

Time for the score, from Hammerton to Marine Park
Gotta get there, before it get dark, we arrive
She reload the black 45, concealed by the waist line
And now?s the time, she jumped out the car

In front was a Hummer, two new comers, I never seen before
I approached tall Joey, "Who's those guys lookin' wise?
Had my black ass surprised"
A-yo yo yo, it's a set up, where's the doe, uh
Where's the loot, give it to me and don't get cute

Catrina pulled the weapon, shot Joey
The other two guys pulled out and aimed, explain
Yo, she hid the two kids with Joey, she didn't know
?Cause she paid more doe for ?em

Will screamed, "You bitch", "Sorry", she said
Then boow, Will got lit
That's how it goes down, down on the under
They drove off quickly in the black Hummer
Never trust no matter what the dance or song
?Cause it could be a put on

That's how it goes down, down on the under
That's how it goes down, down on the under
That's how it goes down, down on the under
That's how it goes down, down on the under

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Got The Feelin' - Lyrics - Five

Title: Got The Feelin'
Artist: Five
Composer(s): Richard Breen, Robinson Richard Stannard, Jason Brown, Robson Sean Conlon, Julian Gallagher

Lyric:
Here we go again with the beats we got your heads
Bumpin' now your jumpin' from your seats if this is what
You wantin' over there throw your hands up in the air
Because you know it goin' to be sound so unique
Now everybody's movin', everybody's groovin'
Gettin' down with five when we come your way
Move it to the left and now you shake it to the right
Because you know we gotta keep this party pumpin'
Thru to the night yea check me out now

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
I'm on the microphone gotcha hot like the sun
So I'm one, two, three, now I'm waitin' on the four
Get down the one and turn it up a little more

If you got the feelin' jump up to the ceiling
I'll be gettin' down tonight
One if your gone and two if your want it
And three 'cause everything's alright
If you got the feelin' then lets stop the dreamin'
I'll be gettin' down tonight
Its just around the corner and tell me if you want it
Five will make you feel alright

Movin' up to the back of the track
We got it goin' on were the leaders of the pack
Now if you feel alright, hold it tight, see we wanna carry on
'Cause we're gonna take you throw into the dawn
Now everybody's movin', everybody's groovin'
Gettin' down with five when we come your way
So raise up your arms if we drop it on the one
See were gonna carry on because the fun has
Just begun check us out now

Seven, six, five, four, three, two, one
I'm on the microphone gotcha hot like the sun
So I'm one, two, three, now I'm waitin' on the four
Get down the one and turn it up a little more

If you got the feelin' jump up to the ceiling
I'll be gettin' down tonight
One if your gone and two if you want it
And three 'cause everything's alright
If you got the feelin' then lets stop the dreamin'
I'll be gettin' down tonight
Its just around the corner tell me if you want it
Five will make you feel alright

If you got the feelin' jump up to the ceiling
I'll be gettin' down tonight
One if your gone and two if you want it
And three cause everything's alright
If you got the feelin' then lets stop the dreamin'
I'll be gettin' down tonight
Its just around the corner and tell me if you want it
Five will make you feel alright

If you got the feelin' jump up to the ceilin
I'll be gettin' down tonight
One if your gone and two if you want it
And three cause everything's alright
If you got the feelin then lets stop the dreamin'
I'll be gettin' down tonight
Its just around the corner and tell me if you want it
Five will make you feel alright

If you got the feelin' jump up to the ceilin
I'll be gettin' down tonight
One if your gone and two if you want it
And three cause everything's alright
If you got the feelin then lets stop the dreamin'
I'll be gettin' down tonight
Its just around the corner and tell me if you want it
Five will make you feel alright

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Hold It Down - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Hold It Down
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Quincy Jones, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what?
Yeah what?

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis
Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this
Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?

Yiggity yeah
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang
Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?"
Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)
"Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
But fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

It's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this
Riggity mic, my target's the underground market
I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
The miggity mad dred night predator
Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
Claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!"
Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan

Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs
My biggity black Benz with them 19 inch rims
I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass
The cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
Of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

But a time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher
So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
We never changing faces like them two singin bitches
So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana

I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
But the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
The drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
The dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop
(Got ta hold it down)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
The young and the restless, word we don't stop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock

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Lust 'N' Love - Lyrics - Stray Cats

Title: Lust 'N' Love
Artist: Stray Cats
Composer(s): Bill Carter, Ruth Ellsworth, Brian Setzer

Lyric:
The wind is blowin' beer cans down a cold deserted street
I feel as empty as those beer cans rollin' past my feet
I can hear Chicago blues from an out of tune guitar
And a 1939 neon sign buzzin' above the bar

I'm at an intersection lost my direction and
I don't know which way to go

She left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
She left me on the corner of lust 'n' love

I got an old tattoo dedicated to you covered up with thorns
But the heart bleeds through and your name does too forever on my arm
Each night I go walkin' through the darkness all alone
But I never get of that dirty old street no matter how far I roam

Intersection lost my direction and
I don't know which way to go

She left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
She left me on the corner of lust 'n' love

Underneath the street light, I strain my eyes to see
The silhouettes reflection of a long black mercury
Shadows on the pavement from the corners of my eye
Fool me into thinkin' my baby's passin' by

Intersection lost my direction and
I don't know which way to go

She left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
You're the only one I've been thinkin' of
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love

She left me on the corner of lust 'n' love
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love, yeah
Left me on the corner of lust 'n' love

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Cafe On The Corner - Lyrics - Sawyer Brown

Title: Cafe On The Corner
Artist: Sawyer Brown
Composer(s): Mac Mcanally

Lyric:
At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
No reason to now
He's just a little out of place

They say crime don't pay
But neither does farmin' these days
And the coffee is cold and he's fifty years old
And he's got to learn to live some other way

At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
He's busin' tables now
He's just a little out of place

And the meek shall inherit the earth
And the bank shall repossess it
This job don't pay half what it's worth
But it's a thankful man that gets it

At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on his face
There ain't no fields to plow
He's wishin' for one now
He's just a little out of place

All these soldiers without wars
And hometown boys without a home
Farmers without fields, dealers without deals
And they sit here drinking coffee all alone

At the cafe down on the corner
With a lost look on their face
There ain't no fields to plow
They're wishin' for one now
They're just a little out of place

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Mission (A World Record) - Lyrics - Electric Light Orchestra

Title: Mission (A World Record)
Artist: Electric Light Orchestra
Composer(s): Jeff Lynne

Lyric:
For many days we traveled from a distant place and time
To reach a place they call the planet earth
There was to be a celebration
On the mission of the sacred heart

The planet earth from way up there is beautiful and blue
And floating softly through a rainbow
But when you touch down, things look different here
At the mission of the sacred heart

Watching all the days roll by, who are you and who am I?
How's life on earth?
Livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth
Well all the stars above where I see fingers down on me
Livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth

On a dirty worn-out sidewalk, sits a mother with a baby
In her vale of tears she sees no rainbow
And someone's singing from a window
In the mission of the sacred heart

Watching all the days roll by, who are you and who am I?
How's life on earth?
Livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth
And when the stars above where I see fingers down on me
Livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth, livin' on the earth

There's a building on a corner, in a city, in a land
On a place they call the planet earth
My orders are to sit here and watch the world go by
From the mission of the sacred heart

Watching all the days roll by, who are you and who am I?
Watching all the days roll by, who are you and who am I?
How's life on earth? What is it worth?

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Dancin', Shaggin' On The Boulevard - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: Dancin', Shaggin' On The Boulevard
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Randy Owen, Glen Fowler, Teddy Gentry

Lyric:
Well the Magic Attic's where the music rolls
And the Army-Navy's got ol' Jackie soul
Down on Peaches Corner there are good ol' boys
And the Mother Fletchers makin' lots of noise

They're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Well the Tams are playin' at the Port-O-Call
And the Drifters underneath the Boardwalk
At the Sapnish Galleon and Ol' Fat Jacks
Jukebox playin' and the place is packed

You bet they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
You know they're dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Got the top down and the traffic's slow
And it's sun Fun Week and we all go
Where the girls are sunnin' and are lookin' good
Well I never met 'em but I wish I could

And we'd go dancin' and shaggin' on the boulevard
We'd go dancin' and shaggin' on the boulevard

Well the Embers singin' up on Ocean Drive
And the Castaways are gettin' loud tonight
At the Electric Circus they all getin' down
And the Carousel's spinnin' round and round

See them dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
I see 'em dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Well I'm hangin out down at Sloppy Joes
And they may doze but they never close
And the Bama Boys at the Bowery
Where they can't dance but they play for free

But they like dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
They know dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
They wrote dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard
Dancin', shaggin' on the boulevard

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Busted In The Hood - Lyrics - Till Death Do Us Part - Cypress Hill

Title: Busted In The Hood
Album: Till Death Do Us Part
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis Freese, Darryl Mcdaniels, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Joseph Simmons, Larry Muggerud

Lyric:
Well, here's a little story, I got to tell
About a thugged out homey, I know so well
It started way back, when I was a teen
In the hood, on the corner, slangin' dope to fiends

Had the little stash that could serve your need
You can do what you want but I got weed for me
Ridin' for my fam, tryin' to hit a grand
Crash unit on my ass, now I'm in demand

One lonely family I be, all in the hood, I got nobody
The sun is beatin' down on my red dark hat
Pigs are roamin' through the alley so I gotta toss my gat
Forgot about the sack, lookin' for a place to hide
If they ask me for my name, fuck 'em, I'ma lie

One O.G. gangsta I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are comin' down on my gangsta stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash

He said a little somethin, I wasn't so impressed
No more runnin' homey, now you're under arrest
The sack was in my hand, felt like a sack of bricks
I swore he couldn't see it when I threw it in my whip

He said he wanted some, I said I don't have none
Found it in the sun on the floor next to my gun
Next thing I saw was the guns to my head
Now the lead will make me dead and yo this is what he said

"My name is Sgt.Slacker with a license to kill
I think you know what time it is, it's time to get real
Now what do we have here?
A banger and his peers"

He cuffed my hand you understand
He threatened me with tears
Sorry motherfucker had his gun out with a grin
You think the story's over but it's ready to begin

One O.G. gangsta I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are comin' down on my gangsta stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash

Now I got your crack and most of your crew
You got a couple choices of what you can do
Better make the right decision if you know what I mean
You can do some time, or fork over your green

I said, "I got no green", he started lookin' at me harder
I said, "I don't have nothin' you can go fuck your daughter"
He hit me with the fist, he hit me with the gat
He put the night stick to my back, so

I think I'm done, the pig's got my gun
It isn't lookin' good, I got ink on my thumb
Another pig walked in, said he's playin' games
He gave another look at me, found out my false name

One O.G. gangsta I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are comin' down on my gangsta stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash

Sittin' there pissed as I dwell in my cell
The place smells like shit, in the County Jail
Homey lookin' at me like he seen me before
He started throwin' up a set, then he spit on the floor

I think ay-yeah yo, I know this kid
It's the same motherfucker cocktailed my crib
This dude said, "Get ready", pulled a shank on me
I said, "C'mon homey you a bit too sloppy"

Fool tried to stab me, socked him in the eye
The guards yelled, "Give it up" and let two fly
The guards said, "Down" and we hit the floor
If you make a move after you won't move no more

He said, "I think you once again' best protect ya neck"
I said, "Eat a dick from me you don't get respect"
I said, "You wanna come with it any time and place
And I'll leave you like Pacino with a Scar-on-ya-face"

They put him in the hole and all the bullshit stopped
But when his boy had beef, yeah, he got dropped
P.D. had no witness, D.A. dropped the load
I got probation for the gun and the dope, case closed

One O.G. gangsta I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are comin' down on my gangsta stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash

One O.G. gangsta I be
Busted in the hood, I got no more weed
Pigs are comin' down on my gangsta stash
When they caught me with the weed and the dope and hash

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Don'T Say Nuthin' - Lyrics - The Roots

Title: Don'T Say Nuthin'
Artist: The Roots
Composer(s): Tarik Collins, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah! that all mighty amazing, ill, highly contagious
Kamikaze south splash like it shot from a gauge
Until your body sound clash, head of the class, Magna Cum Laude
Beats bring the beast out me, flagrant, foul rowdy

Reed pipe but deed tight, disposition keep on flipping
Keep 'em playing they position
Keep making the people listen what I spin, put 'em out on a limb
Got tears, got blood, got sweat, leaking out of the pen

Y'all fake niggas not setting a trend
We never listen to them, it's like trying to take a piss in the wind
My home team doing visitors in, yo don't test 'em
They all standing close to the edge, so don't stress 'em

Now who the type built to last? It's no question, the master
Villain in black wit no stets in my sound
Hitting you hard from every direction
Your head and your shoulder, area your midsection dawg

When the saint on the ground with his nine on line
With the niggaz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'

When the team on the set with the guns gone clap
Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'
I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin'

Yeah, Illadel! Home of the original gun clappers
Out on the wrong corner, your shit'll get spun backwards
You got the fool wanting the rules, enter at risk
Or your own nana'll keep a gat under the mattress

Shorties running reckless from Philly to Texas
Surprising what niggas willing to do to get a necklace
Some emotions felt better left unexpressed at times
Niggas' crime record longer than a guest list

Yes, I done seen things you wouldn't believe
Seen people reach levels thought they'd never achieve
Silhouettes waiting in the wings ready to D
Thirst decise or need at least a buck to breathe

C'mon! stick up kids, they be out to tax
Most times they be sticking you without the gats
I'll still be on the grind when it all collapse
And if it's my worst bar then I'm a take it right back nigga

When the saint on the ground with his nine on line
With the niggaz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'

When the team on the set with the guns gone clap
Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'
I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin'

Yeah, it ain't nothin' like I rush I get, in front of the band
On stage wit the planet in the palm of my hand
When a brother transform, from anonymous man
To the force, crush whoever might have thought I was playin'

I'ma flame some, sentence the shit, the cold twist to slang
Thicker than big boy baby, mom, sister pain
Beyond measure, relaxed under pressure
You see the master piece, but to me it's unperfected

Give it here Geffen Records, I'm off the handle
Cut the check, and yo it better be as heavy as anvil
Next joint comin', all bets is cancelled
Nigga black ink, red was a G financial

We finna have the whole industry at a stand still
See me put the system on lock like can pill
So get wit them endorsements and call reinforcements
'Cause my click come a full sizable portions

When the saint on the ground with his nine on line
With the niggaz who grind with King Kong hittin' Thailand
Give it here and don't say nuthin'
Just give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'

When the team on the set with the guns gone clap
Gettin' down on everything, hmmm, cut the check
Give it here, give it here and don't say nuthin'
I'm sayin' give it here and don't say nuthin'

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4 Kings - Lyrics - Buck Tha World - Young Buck

Title: 4 Kings
Album: Buck Tha World
Artist: Young Buck
Composer(s): Phalon Anton Alexander, Michael Barnett, Will Jr Barnett, David Brown, Chad Butler, G Clinton, Clifford Jr Harris, Jay W Jenkins

Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I'm in the Porche, no passenger
Feelin' like a filthy rich **** ****
See, didn't nobody give me ****, I got my **** on that interstate
Made sure momma had food on that dinner plate

You not a boss if you ain't never took a loss
Some **** never landed but at least I didn't get caught
We don't even use scales, **** break off a ****
Whatever over is yours, homie, just take it and get

They gave big Paul life but I ain't thinkin' 'bout stoppin'
'Cause soon he try to quit, that's when the feds came got him
Ain't nothin' in my name and 50 cleaned up mine
I'm still paranoid though, from what I left behind

Gotta put me some gloves on, they **** with Buck now
Tryna slow me down, got me **** in cups now
Three kings on a mission, see we got it for cheap
You put us together, ****, the streets finna eat, yeah

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

Hey, remember standin' in the trap with 5 or 6 over-vision and a pirate
That **** who ordered that quarter **** ain't even came by yet
Blew a whole **** of **** and I ain't even high yet
Spent 4 G's or more and I ain't even fly yet

Viper truck, Bentley grill, big wheel pimpin'
They done gave her 20 mil, well, big deal pimpin'
Think we fakin' when we spittin', better get real pimpin'
'Cause we still will ****, you just better chill pimpin'

Get it, how he used to live and keep on fakin' for the women
In life, we all make decisions even when faced with collisions
Like me at 13, out in no supervision
Straight thug livin', bumpin' pot, **** ****

Seen daily on the block, need ****, we on the block
Keep the hatin' to yourself 'cause that **** be on the block
Dougy C be in the V, me and KT, we in the drop
Went from standin' on the block with **** to standin' on the top

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

Let's go, 1 for the bread and 2 for the ****
Miss the 17 fire, damn right, it's gon' snow
Told y'all I was gon' blow, Kinky B said so
Or not, back to chargin' 600 for an ****

Ain't nothin' to a G, ****, I been here before
L.A. hoop, ****, all you gotta do is score
I turn the brick into a label, ****, I'm a boss
Brush my teeth in the morning, I ain't even gotta floss

I sold two million records and half a million O's
Add it all up, it's 'bout a **** ****
You can't be serious, you **** ain't for real
Just my ears alone is like a quarter a mil

Hit ya by the tech and blow half your budget
I do it for the streets and **** love it
Just copped the new Bent, you know ya boy pay cash
Now that's thug motivation for your **** ****
Wassup?

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I was standin' on the corner **** ****
Tryna make it do what it do
Just another young **** havin' thangs, man
I gotta get it, I, I gotta get it, get it

I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws
I got my **** in my pants, **** in my drawers
Holla, woopt, woopt, homie, if you see them laws

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Wonderful Night - Lyrics - Palookaville - Fatboy Slim

Title: Wonderful Night
Album: Palookaville
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Norman Cook, Lateef Daumont

Lyric:
It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
Everybody can see
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
Go ahead and release
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

You know the music search engine need a tune up
Soon as they at the gate they all wanna' hear the corner, uh huh
Well, that was cool but now, but then I heard a rumor, uh huh
Your crew was riding for the white Cliffs of Dover, uh huh

Well, let me tell ya' how we do it in California
We'll, have ya' on the run just like a puma, if it don't move us
Ain't paid your dues, and it ain't gonna' get a groovers
So we lose ya' to the consumer solution, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

Girl, I want it you got it
Your body's like a narcotic
The thought it is auto erotic
Come on and break it on down

Can I get it on credit?
I guess you're brick house, I'll bet it
Take it as far as you'll let it
Come on and break it on down

That the spot'll get hot, that it's ready to pop
Don't even look at the clock, all of your problems forgot
And it's time to rock 'till ya drop
Feel the force and just flock to the epicenter
Of the party's bass tremors, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

The truth, our madam is roughin' , hard as the granite get
Never hesitant upon a mike strike, quit
Like an avalanche, hijack ya like a Comanche
I'm a man on a mission rhyme vigilante

Keep all the jealous and the envious antsy
Love to do the club though with the party people dancin', uh huh
And set the mood for all the plottin' and romancin', uh huh
It's a wonderful night, we got the answer, c'mon

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta take it from me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

It's a wonderful night
You gotta shake it for me
It's a wonderful night
Come on and break it on down

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