Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up - Lyrics - Cypress Hill

Title: Roll It Up, Light It Up, Smoke It Up
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Larry E. Muggerud, B. Real

Lyric:
Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha live
Direct with the biggest, fattest joint
Comin' in with Indo flavors
Fuckin' Buddha comin' at'cha like this, '95

It's, Friday mornin', where the weed at?
Let me dip into my pocket for my fat weed sack
'Cause I wanna get high like a plane
In the sky, with the Indo cloud in my brain

Where the fuck are my zig-zags and my lighters?
So I can roll it and set it on fire
Damn, I wish I had scissors 'cause the shit is so sticky
That it's gettin' on my fuckin' fingers but it's smokeable, double tokeable

I got the one-hitter quitter Bombay shit that's tokeable
I wanna do a joint venture
Let me make sure there ain't no lump in the god damn center
Impregnated lookin' joint, fuck it, I can smoke it and I still get faded

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale

I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk

East Coast hittin' that blunt, West Coast hittin' that honeydip
Marijuana joint, then I want another hit
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
I wanna stimulate my mind so I toke it up

Can I get a hit? Can I get a hooh?
Gimme that fat bag of weed and the brew
So I can get faded, elevated
Smoke the joint down to a roach then I ate it

I stand true to the yesca, mota
As I keep runnin' from the Chota
Gimme dat weed fool and ya zig-zags
Puto don't be holdin' out on the big bag

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale

Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale
Roll it up, light it up, smoke it up
Inhale, exhale

I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk
I'm the freaker, I'm the freaker, the one freaks the funk

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Clove Smoke Catharsis - Lyrics - Black Sails in the Sunset - Afi

Title: Clove Smoke Catharsis
Album: Black Sails in the Sunset
Artist: Afi
Composer(s): Adam A Carson, Jade Errol Puget, David Paden Marchand, Hunter Lawrence Burgan

Lyric:
Lean against the night and laugh
As I try to scale the wall
Ignored futility fills the air
You're only there to watch me fall
Watch me fall, watch me

If only pure sweetness was offered
Why's this bitter taste left in my mouth?
And if I could catch my breath
Just to exhale, I'd know that I held it in too long

From above comes a faint smile
A new vantage, such a view
Familiarity, now disowned
Just sit and stare as I walk away
Walk away, watch me

If only pure sweetness was offered
Why's this bitter taste left in my mouth?
If I could catch my breath
Just to exhale, I'd know that I held it in too long

If only pure sweetness was offered
Why's this bitter taste left in my mouth?
If I could catch my breath
Just to exhale, I'd know that I held it in too long

If only pure sweetness was offered
(The bitterness)
Why's this bitter taste left in my mouth?
(Pure sweetness)
If I could catch my breath
(My breath)
Just to exhale, I'd know that I held it in too long

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Ruin And Renew - Lyrics - Blue Meanies

Title: Ruin And Renew
Artist: Blue Meanies
Composer(s): James Berry, John Iii Camp, Michael Linde, David Lund, Michael Pearson, William Solleder, Robert Trondson

Lyric:
Just can't seem to get up today
What was old and what was new
It's all the same today
The sun crept out the same as you

Exhale, exhale
Last breath smile

You changed my whole direction
The unexpected slap in the face
You were as happy as Prozac
My prescriptions been replaced

Exhale, exhale
Last breath smile

Ruin and renew
Ruin and renew
Cut and paste here
Cut and paste here

Politics of your relations
I can't stand in the fixation

Cut and paste here
Cut and paste here

Music's a happy daydream
Clouds race by like thoroughbreds
There's one thing I must remember
Someday all of this will end, pretend

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New South - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: New South
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Pat Brown, Rico R Wade, Raymon Ameer Murray, Warren Anderson Mathis

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
To all it was all it is and all it shall be
New south

Yeah, yeah motherfuckers
I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions
The heart for humility, that ego perplexes
Strength, will and honor, a hero's possessions

On the road to destiny I need no directions
Far to southerners, the best man the winner
And only this morning does the best man remember
Fighters seen the weak, more success than inventors

And a saint never ever suffers less than a sinner
But I'm proud to admit that this shit no longer
Phases or amazes me, I only grow stronger
At any given moment this world can so long ya

Box you up, drop you in the dirt and slow song ya
So every blessed minute I'm breathing
I'm conceiving, for when I do perish, reasons for your grieving
That's not to say I plan on leaving here this evening
I'll be in Honolulu with Steven next season

Dear God, left, right life will pass by
Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell
New south new south, new south new south
Ew, a ew, break it down, ew, a ew break it down

And we gonna rush 'em with a blitz on this
Go round the world and hit every other upper scale
And project brick with it Bubba Sparxxx who meet
With the organized Godly beat man it's funny
How God can be when you work hard to achieve

It's still slaw nigga, spitting that pack liquor
This is straight up pocket party, your summer that not nigga
Classical rhymes got most cats tryna battle with Ken
Bet they won't go up shit creek without they paddle again

Come down to my town, bet you won't visit Athens again
And I write that hard har, roll like I got crack in my pen
But since your so happy that things go exactly as planned
Don't clack if we land, then it's crack a lacking again

Then most of these clowns up outta the pay
All I need is a stout, clean your coolatta and day
And the day that I'm able to finally get outta the game
What this hip hop has become is what the New South gotta change
Bring it back

Dear God, left, right life will pass by
Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell
New south new south, new south new south
Ew, a ew, break it down, ew, a ew break it down

What difference does it make, who I'm affiliated with
'Cause if you love 'em, how could you have really hated this
All the ground breaking these hillbilly maders did
Wasn't no room for Bubba talk until we made it did

I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily
And for momma June and all she fuss about lately
I'm a get it white, if your hairless for Governor
I'm telling y'all the yanks ain't prepared for this southerner

C-Dub certified, DF, dignitary
Beat Club, they applaud, New South, visionary
In spite of the efforts y'all made to pigeon hole me
I rose from the pig shit without a smidgen on me

At fifteen, ninety, I was drive makin' miracles
For these many much, yes and everyday is pivotal
I'm no entertainer so what I say is literal
You say you "New South", faker tat it on your genitals

Dear God, left, right life will pass by
Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell
New south new south, new south new south
Ew, a ew, break it down, ew, a ew break it down

Dear God, left, right life will pass by
Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell
New south new south, new south new south
Ew, a ew, break it down, ew, a ew break it down

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Exhale - Lyrics - MTV Unplugged NYC 1997 - Babyface

Title: Exhale
Album: MTV Unplugged NYC 1997
Artist: Babyface
Composer(s): Kenny B Edmonds

Lyric:
Everyone fall in love sometime
And sometimes it's wrong and sometimes it's right
But for every for every every every win
Someone someone someone must fail
But there comes a point when when you exhale

Shoop shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop

Hearts are often broken when there are words unspoken
In your soul there's answers to your prayers
If you're searching for a place you know
A familiar face some where to go
You should search inside yourself when you're halfway there

Sometimes you'll laugh and sometimes you cry
Life never tells us the low whens or whys
But when you've got friends to wish you well
You'll find you're point when you will exhale

Shoop shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doop
Shoop shoop shoo be doo

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Breathe And Stop - Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

Title: Breathe And Stop
Album: Me Myself & I
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Carloton Barrett, Joseph Cartagena, Allen Cole, Jaceyon Taylor, Anthony Torres

Lyric:
Yeah, it's the Profit, it's the Profit
East Coast, West Coast, come down selector, see it
Latino Market, you know we got that *** in Memphis
You writin' them checks, go holla at my boy Damon

All my ***, throw your dubs up
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the bassline drop

And all my ***, throw you're hands up
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop

Aiyyo, there's murder on the streets
Killa capital, I?m blastin' you
For the love of this dough, that?s what I have to do
I'm posted up, corner king, they named me Coka
Got caught, didn't say a thing, you're not supposed to

La Costa Nostra, Gotti gang, my shotty ring
Call it a killer's exhibition, let the body hang
A real work of art, show your heart, I blow you smart
Yeah, it's the ghetto god, rep the Bronx 'til I'm gone

Was sent to prison, you know me, homie, the chromey's itchin'
Leave you holy if you rollin' with some bad intentions
Fit the ***, then again you know that
And we don't never see him in the hood and he owe rats

Joey don't give a ***, told my *** hold that
Usually found in the kitchen, where the stove at?
Got that ***, got that ***, get them *** sacks
My little man pitchin', yeah, we call him Sandy Cossacks

All my ***, throw your dubs up
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the bassline drop

And all my ***, throw you're hands up
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop

Lord of war, you need a hammer, I?ll sell you guns
Sell *** to Pablo, sell grammar to Pun
Stop searchin' ***, I am the one
Pepper spray gangsters, show you how the iron is slung

Now I could play like Kanye and let my chest hairs show
Put on them Kool Moe Dee glasses but that just ain?t Joe
Play shot and then I switch up the flow
Like what the blood glock, bumbaklaat, you ain't *** with Joe

Now mama loves me, her friends hate me
Jealous 'cause they boyfriends ain?t me
We gettin' that baby love, yeah, we pain free
Ain't nobody pocket certain here, we paid G's

Now listen up, you in love with a stripper
I *** her and diss her
I give her that mayo, you come and you kiss her
*** Crack been a G ever since
Sit back and watch the money get bricks, muh'f***

All my ***, throw your dubs up
If you ain't from the Westside, put your guns up
Let a shot go, *** squeeze and pop
Let them feel it when the bassline drop

And all my ***, throw you're hands up
You in the club with you're girls, call your man up
'Cause you ain't comin' home, mami
Breathe and stop, exhale when the bassline drop

Coka, Game, the gangsta gangsta
TA, what's up? I see you ***
New York, Killa capital, Cali, Killa-Cali

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A Song For The Optimists - Lyrics - Atreyu

Title: A Song For The Optimists
Artist: Atreyu
Composer(s): Daniel Louis Jacobs, Travis William Miguel, Brandon Saller, Christopher Gord Thomson, Alex Varkatzas

Lyric:
Blow the last candle out
Let the wax harden
I wish I could stop crying
And I wish that someone still loved me

Blow the last candle out
Let the wax harden
I wish I could stop crying
And I wish that someone still loved me

Just breathe and focus
How can I, when the air is so cold and empty
That my lungs froze right in my chest?

I'll be honest, the silver linings
Are getting harder and harder to manufacture
And the smiles are so difficult to fake

I'll be honest, the silver linings
Are getting harder and harder to manufacture
And the smiles are becoming so difficult for me to fake

[Incomprehensible]

What do I have to do or who do I have to kill
To get what I want, what I need?
What do I have to do or who do I have to kill
To get what I want, what I need?

Happiness is an emotion
I was born to this world without, nothing pleases me
I can never be satiated

Through this toil I will breed my own distress
And destroy my best hopes
Fuck up the only things

[Incomprehensible]

I watched my aspirations crash into the ground
On the backs of the angels that I've slain
But I meant so well, I tried so hard
Gave every bit of my soul to what end, to what end

Desolation, desire, exhale, pass away
Desolation, desire, exhale, pass away
Desolation, desire, exhale and pass away

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It Was Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd - Lyrics - Watch Out - Alexisonfire

Title: It Was Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd
Album: Watch Out
Artist: Alexisonfire
Composer(s): Jesse Ingelevics, Wade Macneil, George Pettit, Chris Steele, Dallas Green

Lyric:
Spinning, arms spread
And crushing the tops of mountains with my hands
As I dive into the Pacific, I flood the shorelines
And I exhale causing the oceans' endless waves
As I emerge and shaking the wreckage from my hair with my hands

I want to breathe life into the Dead Sea

As this rain forest falls beneath my knees
I want to breathe life into the Dead Sea
Below, where is your boat?
You are slow, you are slow

I will play, the sky is black
Breathe in all the air
Exhale and choke the land with carbon
From where I stand
I can see the curvature of this earth
And I want to make it flat

I will play, the sky is black
I will play, sky is black

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Ka-Boom Ka-Boom - Lyrics - The Golden Age Of Grotesque - Marilyn Manson

Title: Ka-Boom Ka-Boom
Album: The Golden Age Of Grotesque
Artist: Marilyn Manson
Composer(s): Tim Skold, Brian Warner, John Lowery

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Lyric:
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

We're a death marching band, Peter Pan off the wagon
Entertain but never trust anyone sober
What tastes less but tastes good, my stop hats top hating
Unsafe cheerleaders pour poms in pipe the bombs

I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth
I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
Don't say no, just say now

I like a big car 'cause I'm a big star
I'll make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

I'm the leader of the club, and I've shrugged off my mouse ears
We fly no-class dumbo jets, and drive hardcore-o-vettes
We fight war with drugs, and our sex always formal
We wear lawsuits when we get high, high, high

I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
I hope this hook gets caught in your mouth
I won't do it with you, I'll do it to you
Don't say no, just say now

I like a big car 'cause I'm a big star
I'll make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
I'd like to la-la-la-la love you

Inhale exhale, lets all hail
It's a depraved new world
Inhale exhale, lets all hail
It's a depraved new world

I like a big car 'cause I'm a big star
I'll make a big rock and roll hit
I'd like to love you but my heart is a sore
I am, I am, I am so yours

I am a big car, and I'm a strip bar
Call it fake, I call it as good as it gets
There's nothing in this world is real
Except you are for me and I am so yours

Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom
Ka-Boom, Ka-Boom

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Again I Go Unnoticed - Lyrics - The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most - Dashboard Confessional

Title: Again I Go Unnoticed
Album: The Places You Have Come To Fear The Most
Artist: Dashboard Confessional
Composer(s): Christopher Carrabba

Lyric:
So quiet, another wasted night
The television steals the conversation
Exhale another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed

Please tell me you're just feeling tired
'Cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break
Out of touch, out of time
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
'Cause I can't read your rolling eyes
Out of touch, are we out of time?

Close lipped another goodnight kiss
Is robbed of all it's passion
Your grip another time is slack
It leaves me feeling empty

Please tell me you're just feeling tired
'Cause if it's more than that I feel that I might break
Out of touch, out of time
Please send me anything but signals that are mixed
'Cause I can't read your rolling eyes
Out of touch, are we out of time?

I'll wait until tomorrow, maybe you'll feel better then
Maybe we'll be better then
So what's another day when I can't bear
These nights of thoughts of going on without you

This mood of yours is temporary
It seems worth the wait to see your smile again
Out of the corner of my eye won't be the only way
Your looking at me then

So quiet, another wasted night
The television steals the conversation
Exhale another wasted breath
Again it goes unnoticed

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Head Bobs - Lyrics - Behind The Front - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Head Bobs
Album: Behind The Front
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Kevin Paul Feyen, William Adams, Brian Scott Lapin, Allan Apll Pineda

Lyric:
I'm hard to handle like bikes with no bars
We excite stores that got even doors
Unlock the heated 'cause they know when I sex well
Left them breathless now they're waiting to exhale
Waiting to exhale with some competition

So come in and test well
The next one gets hung and chip of a chisel
I'm making chicks sizzle
There's no question to the way I rip the riddle
I'm awesome, I bring on monsoon when I bloom and blossom

And run over like opossums
Froze on the road with my bike on they cornea
Man I'm warning ya, look, the black eyed peas is formin' up
Ring around your throat that's made up of razor blades
Put the slice and let nice and easy humble days

On out, over, well known casanova
Can I put on an army, quick to take it over
Nine on my, count all my figures
Money on the street went entertainment
Nowadays brothers are getting paid doing nothing

Reciting the same line with the lame rhymes
Frontin' rappers actin' like their pops' was orville Redenbacher
They quick to go pop
But when it's time to fiend for the green they flop
We do it from the heart like blood
Create rhymes that flood, and blow up like the Scud missile
Miss out, ha

You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Now check it out like

La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

My probation over tracks smacks like no other disciples
Riddle the action of satisfaction brought to you be apple
Alligator now, 'bout to take you on a lyrical voyage
And bend your sure form I would saturated fat
The alligat is on the move

I rhyme to be exact, not exactly on the groove
Several, wopplers, kinetic
My beat's energetic when reseted
You wonder why, we put our friend who caligetic
So check out the fiery, I'm livin' not misery

Supply you with remedies for all these sick whack MC's
That this is song lurks now, time to go to work
To senegrate the ignorant, or shall I say the jerk
Time to contradict now, dig deep to the core
All I sick can be, but I still rip it raw

With the composition, with the position on steady
I'm ready for the mission of freestylin' acting shitty
Converse you with the energy enemy I focus on ya
Every styles you make I will take and break in front of ya
Irratic gets your presence you've been replaced by my essence

The sunshine survive, 'cause that's what we produce
Refuse to take our ability I use
To bruise up your brain with lyrics
Like this, ha

You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Now check it out like

La, la, la
La, la, la
La, la, la

This is who we is a 3 D, can he get back from where we enter
Lovely entertainment's what we enter
Feel the force, where we enter like splinter
Black eyed peas be the fools that'll injure
Whole career and your body will be injured

Get dealt quick, and I got one for, uh
How you like me now
W I double l rippin' up a style
That's cool and calm, we droppin' a bomb
And you can nod your head to the rhythm where we are

Some whole new, uh that's well improved
When I'm over 'cause you know I'ma relax in a rule
That soothes your body, really really hardcore
Double, double ta, ta for a while or for raw
Tap,a, tap a skill, it's the whip appeal then

Apple, Apple comin', comin' in with the gill
Let's rock this set exceed to terminate
Time to eliminate the whack that you create
Arm atticulate, when I circulate over tracks
Let me get down and just relax

We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down like this
We gettin' down y'all
We gettin' down

Like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head like this, ha
When we're dropping bombs like this, ha
You can bop your head to this, ha
Check it out like

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It Was Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd (Demo Version) - Lyrics - Alexisonfire

Title: It Was Fear Of Myself That Made Me Odd (Demo Version)
Artist: Alexisonfire
Composer(s): Jesse Ingelevics, Wade Macneil, George Pettit, Chris Steele, Dallas Green

Lyric:
Spinning, arms spread
And crushing the tops of mountains with my hands
As I dive into the Pacific, I flood the shorelines
And I exhale causing the oceans' endless waves
As I emerge and shaking the wreckage from my hair with my hands

I want to breathe life into the Dead Sea

As this rain forest falls beneath my knees
I want to breathe life into the Dead Sea
Below, where is your boat?
You are slow, you are slow

I will play, the sky is black
Breathe in all the air
Exhale and choke the land with carbon
From where I stand
I can see the curvature of this earth
And I want to make it flat

I will play, the sky is black
I will play, sky is black

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Take It To The Head - Lyrics - Priceless - Kelly Price

Title: Take It To The Head
Album: Priceless
Artist: Kelly Price
Composer(s): Steven A. Jordan, Kelly Price, Keith Murray, Cory Jamaine Peterson

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Lyric:
Ayo, I can't hold it in, I gotta let it out
Girl, I take your love to the head without a doubt
Listen baby, do you think you ready for the action?
I give chicks 'Butterflies' like Michael Jackson

I'm so immaculate, there's no equivalence
Treacherous, imperial, impertinent, impetuous
Come a little closer, let me kick it in your ear
Keith Murray, Kelly Price, take this to the head, yeah

Stepped in the room, I saw you
Instantly knew I had to
Present my game and keep it cool

Wanted so much to kiss you
To let you know I miss you
I just laid back and let you move
But you keep

Frontin' like you don't want me
And actin' like you don't need me
But it's okay ?cos that's just your way

There's a physical attraction
Cause a chemical reaction
So come on, boy, inhale, exhale

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Flyin? high ain't no doubt
I take it to the head yo' love

On a ride, in the clouds
Feelin' good, won't come down
I take it to the head yo' love

The time is right for romance
And I want you for my man
I know you want me for your girl, baby

Baby, I know you're willing
So let's not fight the feeling
Give it to me and rock my world
But still you keep

Frontin' like you don't want me
And actin' like you don't need me
But it's okay 'cos that's just your way

There's a physical attraction
Cause a chemical reaction
So come on, boy, inhale, exhale

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Flyin? high ain't no doubt
I take it to the head yo' love

On a ride, in the clouds
Feelin' good, won't come down
I take it to the head yo' love

Don't have to feel you
Just when I'm near where are you at
I get a contact, got my head spinnin'
I'm in whirlwind of your love
And it's got me all choked up

Yeah, you off the hook, rock you bananas tonight
I gotta push up 'cos that thing look right
Oh no, say it ain't true, say it ain't so
You frontin? on your man Murray, that's aight though

[Incomprehensible] got a cutter
Ripped a monkey *** like a hot knife rippin' through butter
Don't let nobody tell you different, you and I was meant to be
Gettin' busy most beautifully

I shall until I succeed
To spoon feed y'all and give you exactly what you need
So don't cheat yourself, treat yourself
And put that playa cool attitude up on the shelf and

Relax yourself and respect yourself and
Protect yourself and respect yourself
There's nothin' further more to discuss
Take this to the head and feel the rush

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Flyin? high ain't no doubt
I take it to the head yo' love

On a ride, in the clouds
Feelin' good, won't come down
I take it to the head yo' love

Breathe it in, breathe it out
Flyin? high ain't no doubt
I take it to the head yo' love
On a ride, in the clouds
Feelin' good, won't come down

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Hearshot Kid Disaster - Lyrics - Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD) - Coheed And Cambria

Title: Hearshot Kid Disaster
Album: Neverender: Children of the Fence Edition (Limited Edition 4 CD/5 DVD)
Artist: Coheed And Cambria
Composer(s): Michael T Todd, Joshua Eppard, Claudio Sanchez, Travis Stever

Lyric:
Still searching for your call today, sit down
And structure will you be the engineer?
Still tired and dreaming out again and overboard
When pain kills, you'll hate me and wait for, or

Then call me crazy and pretend
I left us discontent and afraid
So what? So I'm crazy yeah, then send me
Justice and I'll have Paris in flames

Still searching for your faith in the arm
That killed the president, relapse, waiting here for
Still searching for your face in the crowd
That killed the president, relapse, waiting here for

I need Mayo
(I won't fail you now)
Dear captain, send the SOS
When we're gonna go down

I need Mayo
(I won't fail you now )
Dear captain, send the SOS
When we're gonna go down

Wound open and squeezing my heart against
This pain inflicts in passion I bleed for it
But with this, what they gave me, yeah, this book
And flint and a match to go with it

Still searching for your faith in the arm
That killed the president, relapse, waiting here for
Still searching for your face in the crowd
That buried New Mexico I'll be waiting here for

I need Mayo
(I won't fail you now)
Dear captain, send the SOS
When we're gonna go down

I need Mayo
(I won't fail you now)
Dear captain, send the SOS
When we're gonna go down

Have you ever heard the lyrics he sang?
In his thoughtful transmission
The words lost sentence remain

Sing his song, sing his song, loud
Structure will you be the engineer?
Where's your song?
Or have you lost the key or tone?

Thank God for your strength now
Will you hold your breath?
Waiting for me to exhale
In the short life lived

Thank God for your strength now
Will you hold your breath?
Waiting for me to exhale
In the short life lived

God, God, God, when you live
God, God, God, when you live
When you live, when you live

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Konichiwa Bi**Ches - Lyrics - 4:21...the Day After - Method Man

Title: Konichiwa Bi**Ches
Album: 4:21...the Day After
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): Robert Diggs Jr., Clifford Smith

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Lyric:
Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches

What up, what up, these n****z suck?
They can't hold a fort, better hold that thought, B
If I can't get it off, see my attitude is MSG
F*** it, I'm salty, the game been loss me

Pay ya dues, it cost me, who acting like I'm past my prime
Hey Carlton Fisk, n****, pass the nine, who wanna cross me, now?
And put my body in the lost and found
You with the business, then bust off a round

It's like the passions of Christ, get crucified just for having that ice
And the audacity for having that life, while n****z starving and s***
The main reason they be robbing and s***
The same reason you've been targeted b****
(These n****z must of forgot)

The thin line between a hoe and a trick
Give 'em the clip between the four and the fifth
(Yea, motherf***er I'm high)
There I go again, blowing a spliff
When I exhale, it's like I'm blowing a kiss
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P.
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all
Well, then y'all like me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me?
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

For every rhyme, there's a hair on my chest
Scared of the Man, you should be scared of the Meth
Now every damn that I drop, is homicidal, that could dare to be done
There's no survival, now who care to be next?
(If you don't know me by now)

Know where the borough is, doing it for
The most thoroughest, you doing the most, pa
The French call it "forpa" when f***ing with son
The odds a hundred to none, too many flavors
Y'all ain't f***ing with one

It's getting deep, see the plot thicker
No place to be, if you b*****, n****
Outside the Clan, we always got RZA
I put it down, like I don't give a
One in the head, I bet he don't get up

We drinking malt liquor out of your Benz
Just to talk slicker then paint a scene that you can all picture
You going in? Well, let me walk with cha
It's Method Man, but for short Mr., Mef
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

N.Y.C., is all I see, O.D.B., n****, R.I.P.
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
This Killa Beez on ya M.I.C., you want it all
Well, then y'all like me
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Come on, come on, I think they playing my song
I came to blow them out the frame and I'm gone
(Konichiwa bi*ches)
M E T, to the H O D, why motherf***ers wanna hate on me?
(Konichiwa bi*ches)

Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches
Konichiwa bi*ches

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Never Call U Bitch Again - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Never Call U Bitch Again
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Tyrese Gibson, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Whassup Boo?
Swear I'll never call you bitch again
You ain't fuck with me, hehehe
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(All I just wanna say is um, if I fuckin' apologized)
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(I ain't mean to call you a bitch)
I'll never call you bitch again

Damn, gave my homey 90 days for domestic violence
I try to picture myself, in this position but remain silent
I get to thinkin' bout this shit, we been through
We close like kin but you remain my friend too
This life of sin, done got the both of us in trouble
But you always stay down for a nigga, so that's why I love you
Reminiscin' needin' tissues, fightin' over childish issues
Swear I can't live witchu but without you every day I miss you

When we roll you hold my pistol, my gangsta bitch-ich
You always in the mood for love, that's why I'm sleepin' witchu
Though not the man of your dreams, my plan and schemes
To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free
I see, yesterday I called you names, and played games on yo' mind
I promise that I'll change in time
It's a complicated world, so girl just be a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again
(And that's my word)

We came too far, to throw it all away baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, hey)

I wake up early in the mornin', at the crack of dawn
Nigga still tired so I'm yawnin', and now I'm gone
Tryin' to get my money on strong, so an early riser
Out befo' them other guys, that's the way to profit every time
Can't get too close, my enemies, they see ghosts, they envy me
Plus we been beefin' with the east coast, with casualites
Got stopped in traffic, had a warrant, so they gaffled me
But while I'm gone, watch my business, and my back for me

My enemies think they got me crossed, they ain't knowin'
Ain't no love for player haters where you cowards goin'
You paid bail, got me out of jail, home again
I promise not to leave you on your own again
Cristal corks are popped, romantic, thoughts are dropped
It's so frantic but don't panic 'cause we crossed the top
I found a partner and a rider, a woman and friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me

We came too far, to throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away

You're my nigga, my best friend
Never gonna call you, a bitch again
Yeah, yeah, yeah, ohh

Witness the evil men do, all this shit I been through
Never meant to hurt you, can we make this work, Boo?
I know you been feelin' pain, things are not the same
Waitin' to exhale while I'm sittin' in the county jail
Keep yo' head up, 'cause things are gettin' better
My cellmates shed tears off yo' last love letter
Told 'em you would find a friend so keep yo' eyes peeled
Sorry if I cuss, but it's the sufferin' that I feel

Who can I trust and if I bust, will she snitch?
Even though you ain't the type to trip
Sorry if I called you bitch
You showed me the definition of feminine
The difference between a pack of bitches and black women
I see the boss for the third time, hope to see you soon
Pictures of us kissin' in the living room, in the nude
Thanks for bein' there, much more than a friend
I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me

We came too far, to throw it all away
We came way too far pretty baby
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)

We came too far, to throw it all away
(I swear I'll never call you bitch again, believe me)
We came way too far pretty baby
To throw it all away, throw it all away

Through all my ups and downs
You always stayed around, stayed around

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Ill Na Na - Lyrics - Method Man

Title: Ill Na Na
Artist: Method Man
Composer(s): William King, Milan Williams, Walter Orange, Clifford Smith, Shawn Carter, Ronald Lapread, Thomas Mcclary, Charly Charles, Lionel Richie

Lyric:
One time
Huh, all up in ya like a bone when I
Johnny Blaze, the Iron Lung
Foxy Brown, the Ill Na Na
Destination, plat'

Yo Na Na, so ill, first week out
Shipped a half a mil, niggaz freaked out
She's all about sex, pard-on, check your facts
And the track record, I'm all about plaques
Shakin' my ass, half naked, lovin' this life
Waitin' for 'Kim' album to drop, knowin' it's tight
Standin' center stage, closin' the show, holdin' a gat

Since you opened up, I know you're hopin' it's wack
Niggaz, screamin' my name on record straight whylin'
Maybe I'll answer back when you reach a hundred thousand
This is ladies night and the Mercedes's tight
When I'm coming home? Maybe tonight
Leave my food by the microwave, kiss the baby goodnight
It's my time to shine, it's playtime tonight
I'ma try to stand my ground, know when I fall
I left your ass home alone, hopin' I call

Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin' down, niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

No more sexin' me all night, thinkin' it's alright
While I'm lookin over your shoulder, watchin' the hall light
You hate when it's a ball, right? Ladies, this ain't handball
Nigga hit these walls right before I call Mike
In the morning when it's all bright, eggs over easy
Hope you have my shit tight when I open my eyes
While I'm eatin', gettin' dressed up, this ain't yo' pad
I left some money on the dresser, find you a cab

No more, sharin' I pain, sharin' I made
It's time to outslick niggaz, ladies sharin' our game
Put it in high gear, flip the eye wear
Nas ruled the world but now it's my year
And from, here on I solemnly swear
To hold my own like Pee Wee in a movie theater
Yeah, I don't need a man's wealth
But I can do bad by my damn self
And uhh

Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin' down, niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

Uhh, vodka
Not, not
Dolla dolla, stop stop
C'mon c'mon, yah, it's the Ill Na Na

No more waitin' to exhale, we takin' deep breaths
Ladies take this over, I be Fox so peep this
Love thyself with no one above thee
'Cuz ain't nobody gon' love me like me
If he, don't do the right thing like Spike Lee
Bye bye Wifey, make him lose his Nike's
Hit the road
Mami told me in order to find a prince
You gotta kiss some toads

Who's got the illest pussy on the planet?
Sugar walls comin' down, niggaz can't stand it, the Ill Na Na
True Absolut Vodka, straight shots
For the has-beens and have-nots, dolla dolla
Real and it don't stop, we movin' up
First the mansion then the yacht, sound proper
Straight cash get got, bloodhounds
Tryin' to hunt down the Brown Fox, the Ill Na Na

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People Like Us - Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Title: People Like Us
Artist: Aaron Tippin
Composer(s): David Lee Murphy, Kim Tribble

Lyric:
There's a pool hall juke box, sawdust floors
Three plays for a quarter, and we still want more
Yeah, there's a reason for fast cars and that double yellow line
Heartbreak songs and good cheap, two dollar wine

'Cause of people like us
There's honky tonk music, long neck bottles
Rusty old pickup trucks
Oh, at last call the lights go up
And it's all because of people like us

I got a second hand boat, the last numbers in jail
There's second hand smoke, everywhere I exhale
There's greasy little truck stops, all night dies
No-tell motel's and everybody knows why

'Cause of people like us
There's honky tonk music, long neck bottles
Rusty old pickup trucks
Oh, at last call the lights go up
And it's all because of people like us

'Cause of people like us
There's honky tonk music, long neck bottles
Rusty old pickup trucks
Oh, at last call the lights go up

'Cause of people, people like us
There's honky tonk music, long neck bottles
Rusty old pickup trucks
And at last call the lights go up

And it's all because of people like us
Late night people like us
Hard lovin' people like us
Just fun lovin' people like us
Hillbilly people like us

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Heart In A Blender - Lyrics - Eve 6

Title: Heart In A Blender
Artist: Eve 6
Composer(s): Jon Siebels, Tony Fagenson, Max Collins

Lyric:
I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack there of would
Leave me empty inside

Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you

I burn, burn like a wicker cabinet
Sharp wire and oh so frail
I see our time has gotten stale
The tick tock of the clock is painful

All sane and logical
I wanna tear it off the wall
I hear the words in clips and phrases
I think sick like ginger ale
My stomach turns and I exhale

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack there of would
Leave me empty inside

Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you

Zocal is where my mind stays
But it's not my state of mind
I'm not as ugly sad as you
Or am I origami?
Fold it up and just pretend
Demented as the motives in your head

I would swallow my pride
I would choke on the rhines
But the lack there of would
Leave me empty inside

Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion
Rendezvous then I'm through with you

Make me blind when you get close
Tie me to the bed post
Make me blind when you get close
Tie me to the bed post

I would choke on the rhines
But the lack there of would
Leave me empty inside

Swallow my doubt, turn it inside out
Find nothin' but faith in nothin'
Wanna put my tender heart in a blender
Watch it spin round to a beautiful oblivion

Rendezvous then I'm through with you
(Now, I'm through)
(Through with you)
Rendezvous then I'm through with you

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So High - Lyrics - Royal Highness - Kottonmouth Kings

Title: So High
Album: Royal Highness
Artist: Kottonmouth Kings
Composer(s): Brad Xavier, Dustin Miller, Keith Williams, Andre Williams, Steve Thronson

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Lyric:
It's time for 'Real Talk' with Bobby B
Attention young ladies, attention young ladies
Man homeboy's over here in the garage with four 1,000's
Powder nutrients growing in the dirt

Takin' 4 and a half months not even getting a full peak
Ya know, ya know, ya know
In a room, the size of like a telephone booth
Using liquid nutrients, buds swell rock, wool

One 1,000 watt high pressure sodium
Kevorki buds the size of a fuckin' Volkswagen
Ya know what I'm talkin' about, you do the math motherfucker

What's up smokers?
Another Suburban Noize joint for you to pull on
Stoners Reeking Havoc

I'ma get you so high, mind boggling
I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling
Hit the bong, stand by, mind boggling
I'ma get you so high

Back up off me, I need rooms to puff
Fuck Babylon, man I can't get enough
Rough I smoke, so I like it goin' down
We're all getting lifted 'cause I just stole a pound

Two hits and pass, that's what Saint's yellin'
Fuck that shit, I'm hittin' till my mind's gellin'
And when I'm done, I'll head to Flannagan's
To play some pool and that's with a couple friends

Grabbed a sack, it's off to a local park
Break out the bong, pack it tight and let it spark
Windows up so the bug's gettin' fishbowled
And if you're in, you can't escape the indo

Oh shit, it's gettin' deep into my mind
I took 7 hits off that bud called kind
Close my eyes, my mind starts joggin'
Here I go again man, my mind's boggling

I'ma get you so high, mind boggling
I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling
Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling
I'ma get you so high

Here I go reminiscing about the weekend
Takin' time to remember where my shit has been
Dinner to dancing, fly girl romancing
Ballin' with the homies, smoking buds and relaxin'

High fashion is how I was smoking
Fuck the schwag weed, indo is what I'm tokin'
Spliff to my lips as I tilt my head back
Lookin' like a mack 'cause I'm down to blaze a sack

I said inhale, exhale, Kottonmouth hit, so I said, "That's swell"
Pass a tweak to the left, party buzz's set in
I need some fresh air because I'm high off that in
Walked towards the door but man I didn't get far

High kicked in, I took a seat at the bar
As I look into the sky and the air starts smogin'
Here I go again, yo my mind's boggling

I'ma get you so high, mind boggling
I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling
Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling
I'ma get you so high

Here I go, getting deep into my mind again
Thinking 'bout good times, smoking kind again
By myself so you say, am I a stoner or a loner
Man I can't call, in this cell-lock realm that I'm livin' in

I got family members fiending from the cocaine
And loved ones locked up in prison
That's why I'm bailin', yellin', "Man fuck the system!"
All the pressures of this life get me frustrated

So I reach for the bong so I can get faded
I blaze a bowl, hope it takes me to another level
To escape the pain and all my life's trouble
Close my eyes, pray take the pain away

Ask the Lord, should I live to see another day
Rob Harris died, I guess that's one of life's little tests
Jason Thirsk took a bullet to his chest
Monique Delgado my first real true love

Died at 23, now she's waiting for me up above
I grabbed a pipe, pack it tight, start hoggin'
Here I go again motherfucker my mind's boggling

I'ma get you so high, mind boggling
I'ma make that ass fly, mind boggling
Hit the bong stand by, mind boggling
I'ma get you so high

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