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Friday, July 30, 2010

Drunk On Love - Lyrics - Cowboy Town - Brooks &Amp; Dunn

Title: Drunk On Love
Album: Cowboy Town
Artist: Brooks &Amp; Dunn
Composer(s): Darrell Brown, Radney Foster

Lyric:
Baby, take my car keys and put ?em in your pocket
Lord knows I got no business with them
I?ve been nursin? half a beer for half an? hour
The whole room?s spinnin?

My brain is actin' fuzzy but the vertigo I'm feelin?
Got nothin? to do with inebriation
That kiss that you just handed me, girl
It's a staggerin? revelation

Baby, I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love

I?ve been down on my knees before the porcelain throne
Sufferin? the wrath of the God of Tequila
After dancin? on a bar, doin' my very best
Cowboy ballerina

Baby, I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love
Baby, I'm flyin? on a stone cold rush
To get this high I must be drunk on love

I built a pyramid of beer cans on a bar top in Austin
Laid to rest in ?em like some ancient Egyptian
I can see well enough to know, baby
I?m gonna need a intervention

I never drank that much
To get this high I must be drunk on love
Baby, I'm flyin? on a stone cold rush
To get this high I must be drunk on love
To get this high I must be drunk on love

Drunk on love
Drunk on love

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Happy - Lyrics - Fast Moving Cars - Clarks

Title: Happy
Album: Fast Moving Cars
Artist: Clarks
Composer(s): Scott Blasey, Robert J Hertweck, Gregory L Joseph, David M Minarik

Lyric:
I?m never gonna smile
I?m never stay for a while
I?m never gonna laugh
You might as well just cut me in half
Just wanna run, just wanna live till I?m done
Just wanna be

As happy as I gonna be
And there nothing on the inside
I?m not high on life
I?m not drunk on love
I?m broken down not feeling right

I?m happy as I?m gonna be
When there?s nothing on the inside
I?m not high on life
I?m not drunk on love
Not feeling right

I?m never gonna fight
I think I need to make up my mind
I?m never gonna stand
Next to you I?ll do what I can
Just wanna run, just wanna lie in the sun
Just wanna feel

As happy as I gonna be
And there nothing on the inside
I?m not high on life
I?m not drunk on love
I?m broken down not feeling right

I?m happy as I?m gonna be
And there?s nothing on the inside
I?m not high on life
I?m not drunk on love
Not feeling right

I?m never gonna write
Lay with you or whisper goodnight
I?m never gonna call
That way I?ll have nothing at all
Just wanna run, just wanna live till I?m done
Just wanna be

As happy as I?m gonna be
And there nothing on the inside
I?m not high on life
I?m not drunk on love
I?m broken down not feeling right

I?m happy as I?m gonna be
When there?s nothing on the inside
I?m not high on life
I?m not drunk on love
I?m broken down, not feeling right

I?m happy as I?m gonna be
And there?s nothing on the inside
I?m not high on life
I?m not drunk on love
Not feeling right

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Monday, August 16, 2010

My Humps - Lyrics - Monkey Business - Black Eyed Peas

Title: My Humps
Album: Monkey Business
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): William Adams, David Payton

Lyric:
What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside your trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

My hump my hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump, my hump, my lovely little lumps
Check it out

I drive these brothers crazy
I do it on the daily
They treat me really nicely
They buy me all these ICEEs

Dolce &Gabbana
Fendi and Adonna
Karen, they be sharin'
All their money got me wearin'

Fly gear but I ain't askin'
They say they love my ass ?n
Se7en Jeans, True Religion
I say no, but they keep givin'

So I keep on takin'
And no I ain't taken
We can keep on datin'
I keep on demonstrating

My love, my love my love my love
You love my lady lumps
My hump my hump my hump
My humps they got you

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

'Cos of my hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump, my lovely lady lumps
Check it out

I met a girl down at the disco
She said, ?Hey, hey, hey yea let's go?
I could be your baby, you can be my honey
And let's spend time, not money

I mix your milk wit my cocoa puff
Milky, milky cocoa
Mix your milk with my cocoa puff, milky, milky right

They say I'm really sexy
The boys they wanna sex me
They always standing next to me
Always dancing next to me

Tryin' a feel my hump, hump
Lookin' at my lump, lump
You can look but you can't touch it
If you touch it I'ma start some drama

You don't want no drama
No, no drama, no no no no drama
So don't pull on my hand boy
You ain't my man, boy
I'm just tryn'a dance boy
And move my hump

My hump, my hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump
My hump my hump my hump

My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
My lovely lady lumps
In the back and in the front
My lovin' got you

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off my hump

What you gon' do with all that ass?
All that ass inside them jeans?
I'm a make, make, make, make you scream
Make you scream, make you scream

What you gon' do with all that junk?
All that junk inside that trunk?
I'ma get, get, get, get you drunk
Get you love drunk off this hump

What you gon' do wit all that breast?
All that breast inside that shirt?
I'ma make, make, make, make you work
Make you work, work, make you work

She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me
And spendin' time on me
She's got me spendin'
(Oh)
Spendin' all your money on me, on me, on me

So real
So real
So real
?

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta) - Lyrics - Lil Scrappy

Title: F.I.L.A. (Forever I Love Atlanta)
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Darryl Richardson Ii, Jonathan H Smith, Tommy Phillips

Lyric:
Yeah! yeaah
Yeah! yeaah
This ya boy Lil'Jon
Yeah! BME Cliq
Alot of yall niggas be talkin' bout air force ones and shit (Okkkk)
About adidas and shit (okkkk)
Alot of my niggas we be ridin' tha speed light (okkkk)
Get out on our feet (okkkk)

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

I'm a Graded baby ATL
And all my life the avis so crunk as hell
You dont' wanna step to close or go to far
'Cause where I'm from shawdy niggas beat you down wit they cars
Fila brought up from my head to my feet
Niggas on the block wit the rock they don't sleep
Man, South dekalb mall be the crunkest shit
Uh you can roll through buckhead and go to fall on a bitch
I'm a giant ass playa I'll stomp on a hater
I'ma pop the shit off in zone 3, the decatur
We can go back down to where my grandma stay
Depending on the area you better watch what you say
And I 'on care if you over there lookin all crazy
When I get locked up man them broads wanna save me
This the home ass whoopin biscuit in and the I's on the street charge mo' than a penny

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

Niggas grind time let my A shine
When I'm bussin rhymes smokin pine
My blood see through the georgia rhine
And niggas don't love the A like I love the A
I just love the way the A smell everyday
A time to yo time yea this how it go smokin dro'
Fuckin' hoes on the city road
When I stomp that bastard I left him with a bruise
Got fila on my feet so it had to be a shoe
I live for the A I die for the A I ride for the A
So fuck what you say
What you know about I-20 to 285
Got a fine atlanta bitch givin head in the ride
Gd's up get yo gd's up in the classroom crunk
Got Henny by my Shit so I stay "supa" drunk
Ridin downtown wit a shot of tiquila
Jon introduced me to the gang I'm hot like reefa

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

Carry the A on my back like a torch or rack I'ma represent it if you scared to go handle that dranki
Reminiscin on crunk years its the city of crunk where I shed my tears throw me the peace sign up the
Off the rip hell yeah I'm proud get crunk all day we 'on sleep at night and if you fight one "shawty
Don't nobody get crunk in the club like us if security trippin on pimpin we all gon' rush even thoug
They hard ain't nothin harder than stone mountain I swear to god yea yall love our hoes you love our
From the A so I love my home westside to scottdale we all cut hammers you can catch kids skippin at
Yea

Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta
Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (what!)
Forever I love Atlanta Forever I love Atlanta (fila nigga)

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Drunk On Shadows - Lyrics - Dark Light - Him

Title: Drunk On Shadows
Album: Dark Light
Artist: Him
Composer(s): Ville Hermanni Valo

Lyric:
Hiding underneath the veil of broken dreams
We find her weeping on her once white wings
She will be carrying the weight of our deeds
And she bleeds for love forever gone

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie
Killing ourselves a kiss at a time
And devils dance while angels smile
Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

Finding souls to feed
The night side of Eden
We see her struggling
For her love's last breath and walk off

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie
Killing ourselves a kiss at a time
And Devils dance while Angels smile
Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

She's blinded by the fear
Of life and death and everything in between
We smile when she cries a river of tears
A mirror we see nothing but a reflection of Heaven so far away

Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie
Killing ourselves a kiss at a time
And Devils dance while Angels smile
Drunk on shadows and lost in a lie

So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
(Drunk on shadows)
So alive
(Drunk on shadows)
And drunk on shadows

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Drunk On Love - Lyrics - Basia

Title: Drunk On Love
Artist: Basia
Composer(s): Peter Ross, Basia Trzetrzelewska, Danny White

Lyric:
I was dreaming when I jumped the lights
Busy scaling dizzy heights
Hummed a somewhat strangely familiar tune

My eyes as wide as open books
And from my ears upon two hooks
A big smile was hanging there like a crescent moon

It sometimes comes as quite a shock
When the Gods of love
When the Gods of love decide to knock

You're in a state of disarray
Just when you least expect it
You'll never know a better day

Day dreaming fever taking over
No misdemeanour
Stone cold sober

The officer who stopped me said
"Lucky you didn't wind up dead"
And he guessed that I was over and above

I hoped he'd only caution me
I made a plea for clemency
On the grounds that I was only there drunk on love

It sometimes comes as quite a shock
When the Gods of love
When the Gods of love decide to knock

You're in a state of disarray
Just when you least expect it
You'll never know a better day

Day dreaming fever taking over
No misdemeanour
Stone cold sober

Day dreaming fever taking over
No misdemeanour
Stone cold sober

It sometimes comes as quite a shock
When the Gods of love decide to knock
And leave you in a state of total disarray
Just when you least expect it, you'll never know a better day

You'll never know, you'll never know
You'll never know a better day, yeah
You'll never know a better day
You'll never know a better day

Day dreaming fever taking over
No misdemeanour
Stone cold sober

Day dreaming fever taking over
No misdemeanour
Stone cold sober

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Friday, August 6, 2010

This Goes Out - Lyrics - Girl Can Mack - 3lw

Title: This Goes Out
Album: Girl Can Mack
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Balewa Mohammed, Rob Fusari, F Moore

Lyric:
Umm, hmm, oh, oh, yeah, oh, uh, oh, yeah
My mom and them don't like ya
My friends all think you triflin'
But I don't feel quite like them
In fact I'm out to spite them

The love we share is special
Its on a whole another level
He's firm with me, he's gentle
He's intimate, yet mental

But he's quick to flip, he don't understand
Street but sweet, my kinda man
Goes to church, might be a thug
He breaks me off, show a lotta love

Disrespect, he's off the heezy
You don't want that, please believe me
Thats the only way he knows
How to show me how much he cares

This goes out to my bandana rockin out on the blockers
Chasin' that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month
Child support, all non-voting, Newport smokin'
I still got love for y'all

And this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller, dry Philly rollers
Sittin' on dubs, cristal poppin', loud talkin', fuckin'
Drunk in the club, live wit' you mamma, always in drama
I still got love for y'all

Somebody's always hatin'
They're always sittin' around waitin'
'Til you make a new mistake and
Get sent back upstate

And they can just say that I told ya
Shoulda listened when I told why
So I'll cry on their shoulder
They'll be so glad its over

But he's quick to flip, he don't understand
Street but sweet, my kinda man
Goes to church, might be a thug
He breaks me off, show a lotta love

Disrespect, he's off the heezy
You don't want that, you better believe me
Thats the only way he knows
How to show me how much he cares

This goes out to my bandana rockin' out on the blockers
Chasin' that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month
Child support, all non-voting, Newport smokin'
I still got love for y'all

And this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller, dry Philly rollers
Sittin' on dubs, cristal poppin', loud talkin', fuckin'
Drunk in the club, live wit' you mamma, always in drama
I still got love for y'all

You can, chasin' that dough, yeah
Child support, I still got luv for y'all

And this goes out to my third strike paroller, dry Philly rollers
Sittin on dubs, drunk in da club, yeah, yeah, yeah
I still got luv for you, luv for you, oh, for you, yeah

This goes out to my bandana rockin out on the blockers
Chasin' that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month
Child support, all non-voting, Newport smokin'
I still got love for y'all

And this goes out to my 3rd strike paroller, dry Philly rollers
Sittin' on dubs, cristal poppin', loud talkin', fuckin'
Drunk in the club, live wit you mamma, always in drama
I still got love for y'all

This goes out to my bandana rockin out on the blockers
Chasin' that dough, bad baby daddies, 1st of the month
Child support, all non-voting, Newport smokin'
I still got love for y'all

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

The Beast - Lyrics - Concrete Blonde

Title: The Beast
Artist: Concrete Blonde
Composer(s): Johnette Lin Napolitano

Lyric:
The prey of the beast screamed, "Bloody murder"
The line is so fine between hoping and hurting
Former believers, they beg for release
As love looking down on them smiles and picks his teeth

Trapped in between heaven and hell
He knows all the secrets you don't want to tell
There's nowhere to run and there's nowhere to hide
Love knows you all too well, he will find you

Love is the ghost haunting your head
Love is the killer you thought was your friend
Love is the creature who lives in the dark
Sneak up, will stick you and painfully pick you apart

Love is a poet, love sings the songs
Pointing his finger you follow along
Voices are calling, the monster wants out of you
Paws you and claws you, you try not to fall

Love is the leech, sucking you up
Love is a vampire, drunk on your blood
Love is the beast that will tear out your heart
Hungrily lick it and painfully pick it apart

Love is the leech, sucking you up
Love is a vampire, drunk on your blood
Love is the beast that will tear out your heart
Hungrily lick it and painfully pick it apart

Love is a ghost, haunting your head
Love is the killer you thought was your friend
Love is the teacher who lives in the dark
Sneak up and stick you and painfully pick you apart
Ooh yeah!

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Kinda High Kinda Drunk - Lyrics - Gangsta's Paradise - Coolio

Title: Kinda High Kinda Drunk
Album: Gangsta's Paradise
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): James Carter, Michael Diamond, Artis Ivey, Adam Horovotz, Adam Yauch, Rick Rubin, Jesse Bonds Jr Weaver, Dominic Aldridge

Lyric:
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

I'm sittin' at the bar with a hundred dollar bill
The homies is runnin' late so I got some time to kill
I'm peepin' out this freak in the booth in the corner
I think I seen her rollin' a noble, nosin' under and moanin'
Two freaks walked in and they was lookin' for a vic
But they, kept on passin' me by 'cuz they can recognize a trick
Twenty minutes later and two double shots of yak
I take a look up at the clock, I wonder where the homies at

I feel my pager's on my hipbone, who could it be
'Cuz I done talked to everybody that I was 'sposed to see
Hahaa! Now I know, the story is told
And I don't even call 'em back 'cuz they don't know the homie cold
I've recieved a page, my love from the phone in the back
I got a wink from a pretty brown sugar dressed in black
Another double shot of yak and now the room is spinnin'
But that's only the beginning, 'cause the

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

I take a walk out to the front to get myself some air and
See if I see the homies, but they still ain't there
There's a fool outside drunk and he want to get into it
I was strapped I coulda bust him, but I didn't do it
I opted for the walk-away, watch the busta talked away
So mister policeman, you can put your chalk away
I mobb back in the club, and kick it at my table
'Cuz, bustas be acting stupid, and stupidness is fatal

The homies is hella late, and now I'm startin' to think
Homegirl that gave me the wink from earlier just bought me a drink
She's sittin' at a stool at the other side of the bar
Doing tricks with her tounge and a cherry like a porno star
The club is gettin' packed and the party is jumpin'
Another double shot of yak and I'm on the dancefloor bumpin'
She's licking in my ear and, now I'm feeling faded
It's 11:35 and my homies still ain't made it

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

Now I'm on the dance floor with baby and, things is gettin' hectic
The big homey done erected, damn I've been affected
By the funk in the boom and the booty in the room
This ain't The Commodores but this brick house got me on zoom
Now I'm mackin' and struttin' and asking, "Baby wassup?"
My name ain't Everlast, but I can still make you jump
Let's, hop in the Q and go somewhere and kick it like some trojans
We can do a little drinkin', and do a little smoking

When all of a sudden I start sweatin', my stomach starts bubblin'
I hear earl coming, I think I'm in trouble, I got baby on her titties
I guess there go my chances of gettin' with her phi phi
I turn around and stumble away and there go the homies with
Long ass trenchcoats on, laughing, sippin' on 40's
Now in the back of my own car curled up like a punk
'Cuz I got too high and I got too drunk

Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball
Got kinda high and uhh kinda drunk
Beer drinkin', beer-beer drinkin', eight ball

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Let'S All Get Drunk - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Let'S All Get Drunk
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's get dumb, drink some rum
Make my teeth and gums feel real numb
We'll be thinking 'bout surviving
While we're drinking and we're driving

Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry
Sober up looking at an all white jury
Judge don't like no drunk like me
Punk might give me strike number three

'Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high
I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI
Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit
Try to talk to the women that we can't get with

Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out, we can all go half
It's Friday night got the perfect weather let's get drunk together
Come on hoes

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it out home boy
Bacardi, colt, 45, let's party, we're still alive
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow, but tonight, we're all right
So drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it
Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded

Rollin' through the ante-dope valley out there
Hope the cops don't smell that beer on my breath
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth
It'll probly knock him stiff

Don't look dumb if my breath on hum
Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum
So the cops can't tell my breath smell
We won't go to jail, we'll go to palm dale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather
We can both get drunk together yeah

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Check it out home boy
Baby, I beg your pardon, but your outfit's giving me a hard-on
Maybe some way, maybe some how, you could dance with me
Right here, right now
Been lookin' at you all night long that DJ's playing my favorite song
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm
Don't get offended when I pull your arm

I ain't felt this good since I don't know when
And I might not feel this good again
It's Friday night, beautiful weather, let's get drunk together
C'mon, y'all

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Let's all get drunk tonight, I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight, maybe nobody will die tonight
Let's all sell yell tonight, I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight, find a girl that wanna make love tonight
Yeah, yeah, yeah

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Dog In Heat - Lyrics - Miss E ...So Addictive - Missy Elliott

Title: Dog In Heat
Album: Miss E ...So Addictive
Artist: Missy Elliott
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Missy Elliott, Clifford Smith, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Gimme that funk, funk
Yo, gimme that Funk
Sho' nuff that funk

Yo, yo, beware of the dogs, off the chain
*** Your whips at the club, we piss in the parkin' lanes
Blow it up ten frames, so you see it wide
If your broad ain't *** she don't need to ride

She can crawl in the trunk with her knees inside
By the spare, she hungry I'll feed her fries
'Cause I'ma dog *** shot call ***
My shotgun talk with a lecture hall scripture

Applaud *** shake that ***
I getcha drunk and high and duct tape that *** fast
Then leave you on your daddy front lawn
With your hair all *** up, with one pump on

Get stomped on, I take the money and run
I'm a dog, *** right in front of your son
If you ain't got Missy and Meth
Want me to spit the hot *** for you? *** write your check

When you come home from work, I'm gon' make you do more work
Pour some wine in the cup, sip sippin' on sizzurp
Now we gon' make love to and in ya
Slide, wanna take a ride

When you with me, oh, so right, tell them boys not tonight
Say you chillin' with your *** and this is one y'don't wanna miss
'Cause this love right here is on fire
Slide, wanna take a ride

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

You on the block layin' low, from the cops layin' low
When you done let me know 'cause my love make you be like whoa
'Cause I got your mind in the trenches
Slide, let's take a ride

Baby, come give me some, hey wodie, ain't no other one
Can shine on my life and make me wanna stay the night
'Cause you put butterflies in my stomach
Slide, baby, won't you slide?

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

Yo, yo, I wanna Gangsta Boogie with my gangsta ***
Love it when the *** talk back thanks to ***
All my dogs playin' the wall, get at these broads
You ain't got no *** at all, we ain't *** wit y'all

I'm not your smooth lovin', see me at Casbah thuggin'
Hands where your Stove Top be stuffin'
Never catch Tical handcuffin', I'm in your party puffin'
Smellin' like that Wu-Tang production

Cousin tried to tell me *** come a dime a dozen
And when it come around, I'll beat it down like percussion
Missy, come and get me, I'm 'bout to call Doc
We can all meet up at Peanut's, I heard it was the spot

Somebody roll up the, push the car lighter
Kick your feet up Saturday Night, who got the Fever?
Brought the flavor of Indonesia
Puff, puff, give type procedures
And this joint bumpin' out your speakers

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I love it, boy, when you play this song
Dead wrong, you know this record be turnin' me on
You keep me growlin' like a dog in heat
Hey wodie, put it down, make me sleep for weeks

I'm gonna take you high to the top
And let your body not reject me, babe
I'm gon' make you really love me

I'm gonna make you scream don't stop
But you must first respect his lady
You must respect this lady

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Warzone - Lyrics - Pete Rock

Title: Warzone
Artist: Pete Rock
Composer(s): Lavonne Alford, Pete Phillips, Denosh Bennett

Lyric:
Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Bouncers actin' like cops in the club
Mother fuck around and get dropped in the club
They don't play enough 2Pac in the club
The industry done made too pop in the club

That nigga don't need no mink in the club
15 Dollas for a drink in the club?
Got it like a fuckin precinct in the club
What do these motherfuckers think in the club, come on

Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin' passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club

I don't even bring ID to the club
Why they need to know my government name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club, come on

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Everybody act like thugs in the club they get drug in the club
Blowed like Shyne in the club lost they mind in the club
Puffin off like thugs in the club
Spendin' up yo whole paycheck in the club
Don't get no respect in the club niggaz sell dro in the club
But we can't blow in the club that's why I don't go in the club

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Whole lotta ass in the club
Ballaz spend a lotta cash in the club
Whole lotta dro gettin' passed in the club
But them cameras got the zone blasted in the club

I don't even bring ID to the club
Why they need to know my government name in the club?
I ain't got no paper for a bar in the club
I already got drunk fore I came in the club, come on

Forget about the world outside in the club
You can run but you can't hide in the club
Dance to the government lies in the club
Fuck that, party all night in the club

Still dames got no rights in the club
Party by the disco lights in the club
We spend a lotta cash in the club
But we don't got it on smash in the club 'cause
(Come on)

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

Everybody's girlfriend's eating in the club
Everybody's boyfriend's eating in the club
Niggaz got a shank in a boot in the club [unverified]
Ready to cut a secret ID from the hands in the club [unverified]

Like what is corrupt in the club niggaz buy weed in the club
Crackers buy coke in the club
Get high in the club then die in the club
But they gotta bring identify in the club

If you see me in the club give a pound and a hug
Show love I'm just another thug in the club
But you can't rub me the wrong way
We can get it one, sho nuff, in the club

We can take it out in the club what's it all about, nigga what?
Why the fuck I came in the club get fucked up in the club
Loose a lot of blood in the club why the fuck I came in the club?

Get your drank on, get your smoke on
Get your dance on, skin tight pants on
Get your party on, get your holla on
Doogie-dance, lil' mama, get your party on

Get your groove on, get your yak on
If you game tight, playa, get your mack on
Get your thug on, get your buzz on
But don't forget we livin' in a warzone

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

God'S Own Drunk - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: God'S Own Drunk
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Lord Buckley

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Lyric:
Well, like to explain to you all before
I ain't no drinkin' man
I tried it once and it got me highly irregular
And I swore I'd never do it again
I promised my brother in-law that I'd go up watch his still
While he went in to town to vote
It was right up on the mountain
Where the map said it would be
Friends let me tell you one thing
Though it wasn't no ordinary still
It stood up on that mountainside
Like a hugh golden opal

God's yeller moon shinin' on the cool clear evenin'
God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off in the heavens
Like I explain'd to you once before I ain't no drinkin' man
But temptation got the best of me
And I took a slash
That yella whiskey runnin' down my throat
Like honey dew vine water

And I took another slash
Took another'n an another'n an another'n
For you knew I'd downed one whole jug of that shit
And commenced to gettin' hot flashes
Goose pimples was runnin' up and down my body
And a feelin' came over me
Like somethin' I'd never experienced before
It was like, like I was in love
In love for the first time, with anything that moved
Animate, inanimate it didn't matter
It's like there's a great neon sign flashin' on an' off
In my brain sayin' "Jimmy Buffett there's a great day a comin'"
'Cause I was drunk
I wasn't knee crawlin', slip slidin', Reggie Youngin'
Commode huggin' drunk

I was God's own drunk and a fearless man
And that's when I first saw the bear
He was a Kodiak lookin' fella 'bout nineteen feet tall
He rambled up over the hill
Expectin' me to do one of two things
Flip or fly, I didn't do either one
It hung him up

He started sniffin' around my body tryin' to smell fear
But he ain't gonna smell no fear 'cause
I'm God's own drunk and a fearless man
It hung him up
He looked right in my eyes, and my eyes
Was a lot redder than his was
It hung him up

So I approached him, I said "Mr. Bear, I love
Every hair on your twenty-seven acre body
I know you got a lot of friends over there
On the other side of the hill
There's ole' rare bear, tall bear, Freddy bear, Kelly bear
Really bear, smelly the bear, smokey the bear
Pokey the bear
I want you to go back over there tonight
And tell them I'm feelin' right
You tell them I love each and everyone of them
Like a brother and a sister

But if they give me any trouble tonight
I'm gonna run every God damn one of them off the hill"
He took two steps backwards and didn't know what to think
Neither did I but bein' charitable and cautious
Well hell I approached him again
I said "Mr. Bear, You know in the eyes of the Lord
We're both beasts when it comes right down to it

So I want you to be my buddy, Buddy bear"
So I took ole' buddy bear by his island size paw
And I led him over to the still
He's a sniffin' around that thing cause
He's smellin' somethin' good
I gave him one of them jugs of honey dew vine water
He downed it up right
Looked like one of them damn bears in the circus

Sippin' sasparilly in the moonlight
I gave him another'n an another'n an another'n
For I knew it he downed eight of them
And commenced to doin' the bear dance
Two snips, a snort, a fly turn, and a grunt
It was so simple like the jitter bug
It plum evaded me

We worked ourselves into a tumultuous uproar
And I was awful tired and went over to the hillside
And I laid down and went to sleep
Slept for four hours and dreampt me some tremulous dreams
When I woke up, there was God's yeller moon
Shinin' on the clear cool evenin'

God's little lanterns twinklin' on and off
In the heavens
My buddy the bear was a missin'
Want to know something else friends and neighbors
So was that still

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

You Knows I Loves You - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Goldie Lookin Chain

Title: You Knows I Loves You
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Goldie Lookin Chain
Composer(s): Melvin Gentry, Rhys Hutchings, Bobby Lovelace, Andrew David, John Rutledge, Boaz Watson

Lyric:
I'm gonna make you sweat
The way a pig sweats on a hot day
'Cos I'm feelin' real sexy, baby, real sexy, ooh yeah
That's right, I'm gonna put me a sexy video on
I'm gonna massage some oil into my body, baby
'Cos I'm gonna get tight with you, yeah

I wanna take you to Mc Donalds with a candle
Girl, it's my love you can't handle
I see you walkin' on the way home from work
Your Tesco tunic really drives me berserk

I'm for real, it ain't no quirk
My love is lurkin' the way a rapist would lurk
In a bush, or a car park in town
I bought you this necklace, it cost me 12 pounds

From Argos, Elizabeth Duke
Maybe you're the skywalker to my luke
The Darth to the Vader, Flip Over the Crossfader
I'll serenade you with a bag of space raiders

Or Walkers or Smiths or maybe even Quavers
'Cos my love for you is like drugs for ravers
With glowsticks and funny hats on
I loves you more than I loves my bong

Fantasy
You and me baby
You and me baby

Oh, you fuckin' knows I love you right
But the thing is it's like this
You see, I can feel it inside
I can't explain how it feels
My sexual love is for real

Girl, you knows it's true, like Milli Vanilli
I'll buy you ten fags on a daytrip to Caerphilly
I'm after your heart, oh, don't you see?
And your three kids doesn't bother me
You know

I'll give you a rose, pull out your chair when we eat
Fuck I can't, in McDonalds it's a bolted seat
Don't matter 'cos I'm here with you
With a medium value meal and a chocolate sundae too

Later on I'll come and help you sign on
I'll stare into your eyes, the housin' benefits gone wrong
Don't worry, baby it won't take too long
I'm just sittin', I'm just waitin', I'm just writin' this song

You know that, time passes and I'm lovin' every second
Buyin' chips for you is as lovely as I reckoned
You're Victoria Spice, I'm David Beckham
If you were Dellboy, I'd be the streets of Peckham
Why don't you come to me? Why can't you see?
My love for you is like Matt Bolan to a tree

Dance with me
You and me, baby
You and me, baby
Tonight

I'll take you for a ride, we won't go far
You've been runnin' through my mind like a shinin' star
We've got plenty of time to make sweet love
"Cos tonight's the night we take off the glove

You know what I mean, you're takin' the pill
Don't worry, I'll sort out the bill
Supported by the DHSS
With family allowance, we'll sort out the mess

What's it gonna take to get your attention?
A tracksuit and gold chain and semi erection
Say no more, I can feel the tear
You can smokes my fags and drinks my beer

I'll never want another like I want you
To prove my love, I gotta tattoo, on my bollocks
I was gonna have your name but I only got initials
'Cos I couldn't stand the pain

My physical love
You and me baby
You and me baby
Tonight
The emotional reality

You're the nicest lookin' woman outside of my sexmags
Especially with your makeup, when your wearin' your Gladrags
I gotta tell you, I gotta let you know
I wanna buy you trips down the Mecca, Bingo

We'll sit together, get four in a row
And win a China dog and with it too a family show
This is romance, how it should be done
When it's you and me together, it can only spell fun

We'll walk together, buy some meat in the market
I'll piss on the car, you'll smile and park it
I've got to tell you about somethin' I think
Without you and my chain I'm the weakest link

So get down, baby, and feel my love
I'll get you drunk in Weatherspoons, into a bush I shove
I'll have a grope and get the last bus
A romantic date, just the two of us
Yeah, one time

You and me baby
You and me baby
Tonight
Electrical Love

You and me baby
You and me baby
Tonight

I'm feeling kind of, kind of sexy, baby
What say you put on that exercise video
And I'll watch you sweat? Oh yeah
That damn video with Felicity Kendal
Damn, you can shit, baby
And your makin' me feel kinda itchy
And damn, I'm gonna go put the mask and gloves on
Oh, yeah, yeah

Take 'em off, baby
Just take them
Fuck the music
Take them off
Just, oh, freak this shit, man
Turn the fuckin' tape off, man

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Let'S All Get Drunk Tonight - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: Let'S All Get Drunk Tonight
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope, I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope, I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight
Let's get dumb, drink some rum
Make my teeth and gums feel real numb

We'll be thinking 'bout surviving
While we're drinking and we're driving
Hope I don't wreck when my vision gets blurry
Sober up looking at an all white jury

Judge don't like no drunk like me
Punk might give me strike number three
'Cause when I'm drunk and when I'm high
I don't give a damn 'bout a DUI

Let's just get lit, dance like a nitwit
Try to talk to the women that we can't get with
Me and my staff make everybody laugh
If the beer runs out, we can all go half

It's Friday night
Got the perfect weather
Lets get drunk together

Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Bacardi, Colt .45 let's party, we're still alive
Tomorrow brings pain and sorrow
But tonight, we're all right
Drink that beer 'til your belly can't hold it
Tell the homeboys, we fittin' to get loaded

Rollin' through the ante-dope valley out there
Hope the cops don't smell that beer on my breath
'Cause if the sheriff catch a whiff of that fifth
It'll probly knock him stiff

Don't look dumb if my breath on hum
Stick your hand in you're pocket, please, pass some gum
So the cops can't tell my breath smell
We won't go to jail, we'll go to Palmdale
With the beautiful women and the beautiful weather
We can both get drunk together

Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Baby, I beg your pardon
But your outfit's giving me a hard-on
Maybe some way, maybe some how
You could dance with me, right here, right now

Been lookin' at you all night long
That DJ's playing my favorite song
Everything is splendid, don't mean no harm
Don't get offended when I pull your arm

I ain't felt this good since I don't know when
And I might not feel this good again
It's Friday night, beautiful weather
Let's get drunk together
(C'mon, y'all)

Let's all get drunk tonight
(Hell yeah)
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
(C'mon)
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight
(C'mon, dance with me baby, c'mon)

Let's all sell yell tonight
(Sling yay)
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
(Not tonight)
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a woman that wanna make love tonight

Let's all get drunk tonight
I hope I don't fight with a punk tonight
Let's all get high tonight
Maybe nobody will die tonight

Let's all sell yell tonight
I hope I don't go back to jail tonight
Let's go to the club tonight
Find a girl that wanna make love tonight

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Sunday, August 1, 2010

40 - Where The Party At - Lyrics - The Mail Man - E

Title: 40 - Where The Party At
Album: The Mail Man
Artist: E
Composer(s): Earl Thomas Stevens, Marvin Whitemon

Lyric:
Where's the party at?

Forget it man, I can't lie
I'm drunk as a skunk but I'm nothin' funk
I shoots the game, the gift I spit
The gift of gab boy, the gift is ripped

Deal with the skill that makes ya feel it
Those who don't wanna feel it need to kill it
Knows that I can giddy go when it's time to get
On the M I C H R O P H O N E, it's me the hustler 40

With them raggedy seperaters as if it was funky
A brother like me don't hang around no suckers
That be faulty, I be puttin' the group up in the boot
Be puttin' the peas up in the pod, left the cookies in the jar

Now I'm a rap star, the rapologist
I pull a 40 out of my ball cap
Then I bust ya down side of this
'Cause partner ain't never been no punk in this

I'm so serious brother, I got meals, wheels
And about seven thousand dollars worth of bills
Givin' up deals, hills let 'em go for a lil' bit or nothin'
As I showcase my skills for real

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

Pullin' up in the club about eleven
I plays my feet and hit the beat and kept it revvin'
I got a lil' doja that I'm fixin' to break down
Roll 'em up in a zag, lick 'em stick 'em and clown

I'm fully dig with a dick, my game is on hit
I got tipped so I tip 'cause I'm livin' with this
Game tight with the knack, I'm pullin' in scratch
They better have a tight grip on they stuff
'Cause I'm 'bout to snatch your batch

If she wants it she'll be mine in the cutlass
Puffin' on some of this chronic while I'm gettin'
Straight penny laced, heard about the drought season
They be lookin' for a reason
It's like thanksgiving without the feastin'

Extra mannish, how I'm livin' and [Incomprehensible] my name is groupie
It's Mr. 30-30 givin' up game to all you hoochies
Bitches always splittin' stick the wood but sometimes wouldn't
Suckin' and grabbin' my little pecker
Talkin' about sick on my gold better
Talkin' about sick on my gold better

I remember when carts was Barbie cut before I was in junior high
All they wanted to do is kiss and let me play with they vagina
I got my freshen up, I put on my chucks, also down with pluck
The finest watch on the playground, the one with the big ass butt

40, I love you, I miss you, I need you
And retrospect to who
Bitch, come anew, bitch, come anew

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

'Cause we made like thugs, get juiced in the parking lot
Before we go up in the clubs, hugs and kisses
Gotta make sure we got our gloves, hugs and kisses
E-40 can't be on anymore, hugs and kisses

Straight to the bar ,no time to waste
Kickin' 'em back while they take the place
Order me a shot of that liquor to taste

Thinkin' they about to beat my face
Oh, no, I'm nothin' but a professional
Oh, no, we're nothin' but professionals

Hoochies all in my face with some of that dope water
Brothers already purple off some of that soap water
So I'ma make a toast to the most mobbish lookin' brothers in this
By midnight 'cause brothers gotta get the shit that's really in man

Batches on our jock, batches on our jock
Mind teachin' things to these brothers
'Cause that's us, captain save a botch
They wanna be like big boys and sport big boot
They wanna be like big boys and sport fresh suits

I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me
I got love for D-boys 'cause D-boys got love from me

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere, put ya hands up
There's a party over here, a party over there
There's a party everywhere

We in this baby boy swervin', E-40 in the mob scene
And I'm still down with the C L I C K comin' yo' way
In the 94 then 95, it don't stop, boy, ain't no jive
Sell the rest of them tapes boy, where the deposit at?
Where mine at? Oh, for real, I'm out

Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
Where's the party at?
...

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

No Love 4 Me - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: No Love 4 Me
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Earl Simmons, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Keep yo' hands in the air, 'cause we gon' take you there
And I know it ain't fair, but we just don't care.
Uh huh, uh, what

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Uhh, uhh
If I'm gonna rob, I'ma rob all night
If I'm lookin for somethin' it's probably a fight
If I'm goin' fuck bitches then they better be tight
If that's dead, then the head better be right
If I gots to play I'ma play 'til I win
Since I gots to be here can't wait to begin
Wanna fuck shorty can't stand shorty friend
'Cause honey friend fuck many many men

Stay wit the rats cause the rats is real
Wanna fuck, then we fuck, already know the deal
Shit, fuck what you look like, just show the real
And I keep spot that we can go to chill
I love my, get down for the hoes
Only reason I come around is for the hoes
Pipework, I lay it down for the hoes
Hit 'em off with that dark brown, you know?

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Y'know fuckin' wit me, ain't keepin' your health right
'Cause me and my rolls, we keep it jail tight
The shit I pack is heavy, but the shell is light
When they drop the same time, you drop without a fight
Burnin' anything that I'm puttin' my name on
You might take a 'drag', but you can't flame on
I know y'all niggaz to homey, wit a chain on
When it come to the fire I'm the kid they blame it on

When you see like eight cars then y'all know who we are
Niggaz spittin' mean bars off the green jar
Never drunk but you see me leaned at the bar
Spittin' fire that'll melt the ice on your arm
You'd had that but for now dog give me that
'Cause dog you don't wanna see how my semi act
Fake hustlin' niggaz you'll pump any pack
When it come to this shit, I done laid plenty flat

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you? Understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear

Uhh, uhh
What you niggaz want? 'Cause I got it right here
Y'all niggaz front, then I hit you right there
Not really impressed by what niggaz wear
Faggots talk shit but I really don't care
I'm the type of nigga that'll die for the cause
Fuck what you heard, I will die for my dogs
Ain't scared of shit, will ride in the fog
Same thing but a bigger size than yours

I fuck with drag on, 'cause he spits the flame
Drag on motherfucker don't forget the name
And we all takin' over ain't shit the same
If you ain't out that mob nigga quit the game

And ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no other cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no other cats gon' shed blood wit me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug wit me, c'mon

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Ain't no other cats got love for me
Ain't no cats gon' bust slugs for me
Ain't no cats gon' shed blood for me
But my dogs, is gon' be a thug for me

Do you hear what I tell you? understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear
Do you hear what I tell you? understand what you hear
Don't let nobody tell you, what to hope and to fear

Uh huh, uh, uh, drag on
My man
Swizz beatz
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, Double R, uh

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