Title: Felicia
Artist: Gino Vannelli
Composer(s): Gino Vannelli
Lyric:
Felicia, you're gonna cry when I'm gone
Felicia, you're gonna curse your own ways
And now when my life is over
You're gonna cry for me
Felicia, I got no control of my soul
But now when my life is over
I'm gonna lie in peace
And now when my life is over
I'm gonna lie in peace
Title: Wedding Day In Funeralville
Album: Common Sense
Artist: John Prine
Composer(s): John Prine
Lyric:
It's wedding day in Funeralville
Your soup spoon's on your right
The King and Queen will alternate
With the refrigerator light
They'll be boxing on the TV show
The colored kids will sing
Hoo ray for you and midnight's oil
Let's burn the whole damn thing
Felicia is my dark horse girl
I'll take her if it rains
She throws up punch upon the host
And says many stupid things
But she ain't so bad
When we're all alone she's as different as can be
She's a part a my heart, don'tcha pull us apart
She's like one of the family
Oh no, trouble in the attic
Won't somebody turn on a light?
Got so, so many troubles
Can't even tell wrong from right
I'm gonna comb my hair
Darn my socks, tip my hat and say goodnight
It's wedding day in Funeralville
What shall I wear tonight?
It's wedding day in Funeralville
What shall I wear tonight?
My car is stuck in Washington
And I cannot find out why
Come sit beside me on the swing
And watch the angels cry
It's anybody's ballgame
It's everybody's fight
And the street lamp said as he nodded his head
It's lonesome out tonight
Oh no, trouble in the attic
Won't somebody turn on a light?
Got so, so many troubles
Can't even tell wrong from right
I'm gonna comb my hair
Darn my socks, tip my hat and say goodnight
It's wedding day in Funeralville
What shall I wear tonight?
It's wedding day in Funeralville
What shall I wear tonight?
Title: What These Bitches Want
Album: And Then There Was X
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Mark Andrews, Phil Witherspoon, Earl Simmons, Trevor Ruffin
Lyric:
Uhh
DMX, Sisqo
Yo, what these bitches want from a nigga?
Dru Hill, ya kna what I'm sayin'?
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Hmm, Ruff Ryders, DMX break em off
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Break em off, some
Aiyyo Dog, I meet bitches, discrete bitches
Street bitches, slash, Coco Puff sweet bitches
Make you wanna eat bitches, but not me
Y'all niggaz eat off the plate all you want but not D
I fuck with these hoes from a distance
The instant they start to catch feelings, I start to stealin' they shit
Then I'm out just like a thief in the night, I sink my teeth in to bite
You thinkin' life, I'm thinkin more like, "Whassup tonight?"
Come on Ma, you know I got a wife
And even though that pussy tight I'm not gon' jeapordize my life
So what is it you want from a nigga?
I gave you, you gave me, bitch, I blazed you, you blazed me
Nothin' more, nothin' less, but you at my door
Willin' to confess that it's the best you ever tested
Better than all the rest, I'm like, "Aight girlfriend, hold up
I gave you, what you gave me Boo, a nut for real"
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin' you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby tell me what you want from me
There was Brenda, LaTisha, Linda, Felicia
Dawn, LeShaun, Ines, and Alicia
Teresa, Monica, Sharron, Nicki, Lisa, Veronica, Karen, Vicky
Cookies, well I met her in a ice cream parlor
Tonya, Diane, Lori and Carla
Marina, Selena, Katrina, Sabrina
About three Kim's, LaToya, and Tina
Shelley, Bridget, Cavi, Rasheeda
Kelly, Nicole, Angel, Juanita
Stacy, Tracie, Rohna, and Ronda
Donna, Ulanda, Tawana, and Wanda
Were all treated fairly but yet and still
Bitches is on some other shit now that I'm fuckin' wit Dru Hill
But I'ma keep it real
What the fuck you want from a nigga?
What the fuck you want from a nigga?
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin' you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby, tell me what you want from me
Aiyyo, I think about when a nigga didn't have
And a nigga told a joke, and the bitches didn't laugh
See now I do the math, I see if you got this
And this and this to some cats, that nigga's the shit
And that's all they fuckin' with, but see these bitches don't know
If these bitches ain't for real, these bitches don't go
Knock on door, no show, I'm sleep tryin' to creep
Wit yo' best friend, put it in, dig deep
X let me talk to 'em for a minute
Oh, I know, I know it's so hard to be a victim of my reality
Heard you callin' me names, said, I was trife
One thing you gotta know, I'ma be a nigga for life
Ooh yeah, yeah
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin' you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby, tell me what you want from me
What these bitches want from a nigga?
What you want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Really want
What these bitches want from a nigga?
I've been keepin' you up on it
Bling bling'n, on that jewelry girl I bought it
What these bitches want from a nigga?
Aiyyo, tell me what you want from me
Baby, tell me what you want from me!
Title: Slow Down
Album: The Big Doe Rehab
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): Dennis Coles, Chrisette Payne, Reginald Perry
Lyric:
This life will fade away, so I'd appreciate
Each moment of each day
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you're rushing it
Looking lavish, I lace all my bunnies with carats
Spending millions then making music, I pay for the clearance
'Cuz tomorrow ain't promised and my bank roll is burstin'
Connects with Aston Martin
I be the first in that prototype truck with the space navigation
Cost of living go up, I just go on vacation
Fresh oxygen tanks, got world renowned surgeons
Plush robes made from suede and knitted by virgins
First breath of the day could be my last
So I flash, give my niggas some cash, I just pull out the stash
Buy a million dollar piece like I buy a pack of C's
You buy oz's of haze, I buy a forest full of trees
This life will fade away, so I'd appreciate
Each moment of each day
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you're rushing it
Order that bottle of that Louis the 13th, plus some Don P
I got a bunch of chicks that love to get raunchy, see
Tone double dippin', I nut like Flanders
Ask Tavia and Chavon, I got them both goin' bananas
Buying frosted bracelets, Louis Vuitton duffles
French vanilla ice cream and hot apple pie truffles
Fly Mica to Costa Rica, I got a crib on the beach
With underwater lights and surround sound speakers
Pet cheetahs, tiger sharks and dolphin feeders
Fly French maids, serving Grey Goose by the liters
Got Felicia and Tequisha, Krystal with Katie
Little Precious picking my poppy seeds out in Haiti
This life will fade away, so I'd appreciate
(Slow down, I need money though)
(Know what I?m saying? This is what I do, on the streets)
Each moment of each day
(Ya know what I mean? Babies need Pampers, man)
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you're rushing it
(You know what I'm saying? I don?t know)
Slow down, slow down
(I think about it)
Slow down, slow down
Slow down, slow down
(I think about it, ya know what I mean?)
Slow down, slow down
(Responsibilities, I've gotta focus more)
Slow down, slow down
(You might be right though, you know)
Slow down, slow down
(Maybe things'll start coming to me naturally, feel me?)
Slow down, slow down
(Starting praying more)
Slow down, slow down
(Ya know what I mean? Be with the family more)
Slow down
(And I might live longer, you feel me?)
(Word, it feel like you right, though)
Slow
(I don?t know)
Life's quick, don't flip, move slow you?re rushing it
(I'ma take your advice though)
Title: Feelin' Inside
Artist: Bobby Brown
Composer(s): Felicia Jefferson, Melvin Ragin, Quincy Jones, Derrick Garrett, Bobby Brown, Chris Gaddy, Jeff Redd, Fred Rosser, Robert Bryant
Lyric:
You see lately, there's been a funny feelin'
That won't stop botherring me
Your tub is shakin'
Erase it from my heart and mine
But it just don't want to leave
I can't explain the way you driving me insane
I can't explain the way you drive me insane
No, I can't
And I can't complain, baby
I can't complain
'Cause, girl, I love that thing
I love the things that you do
When you do what you do to me
I've got this feelin', baby
I've got this feelin', baby
I've got this feelin' inside
I've got this feelin', baby
I've got this feelin' inside
Got me searching for someone to find the
Perfect one for me that I can trust in
And I've been yearning for someone to love me
Just for me, just for me
Well, well, well, well
I can't explain the way you driving me insane
I can't explain the way you drive me insane
No, I can't
And I can't complain, baby
I can't complain
'Cause, girl, I love that thing
I love the things that you do
When you do what you do to me
Feel it, feel it, deep inside
I can't explain the way you driving me insane
I can't explain the way you drive me insane
No, I can't
And I can't complain, baby
I can't complain
'Cause, girl, I love that thing
I love the things that you do
When you do what you do to me
Now lately there's been a funny feelin'
Title: My Wife, My Bitch, My Girl
Album: Everready: The Religion
Artist: Tech N9ne
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Aaron Dontez Yates
Lyric:
Real cocky
Real sloppy
Drunk at the club and y'all can't stop me
Super star style
Whoop the are pounds
Out the roof, scoop the group we be troopin' large crowds
Yes we are foul and we rich now
Used to be all of me, but it's all on the bitch now
They wanna get me stuck, they comin' into my world
It's too late I got my wife, my bitch, my girl
I was nineteen, met a nice queen
Car was light green, naughty as ice cream
But she too jealous nickaleas
Sort of ridiculous with the liffa kickin' it
We can never be inconspicuous, my bitch
Rolls with me, it's so sickly in love with me
But she give me Felicia 'ol hickeys
But go get me in the wee hours to get me slow quickies
So sticky, roll with my homies she so shifty, my wife
Married a monsta, carried a youngsta
Said if you cheated, it will come back to hunt ya
She said my filthy world, makes her wanna hurl
And that's my first verse, my wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go and blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip, but two had just mo lip
But three I just can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Got a nice anus and it's right, ain't it?
Can't really touch it durin' the day but in the night, tame it
Usin' fight language when she take inches
Great bitches gettin' busy on the weight benches, my bitch
Got a big butt, a big slut who get bucks
You might look up and get your chick sucked
'Cause she's bi sex, keep her thighs wet
Spontaneous I don't know what we gonna try next, my wife
Go a ghetto booty like Naomi, I'ma tell you like Jayo say
All my bitches havin' fancy dreams
And all my bitches wearin' apple bottom jeans
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
If one's trippin', the other's for fun flippin', you coo
She run's limpin', you end up with funds missin', you foo
Come wicked your women become vicious and cruel
Dump checkin' to [Incomprehensible] with some check's and you lose
Out of balance the playalistical values and lyin'
I done challenged the way of mystical powers and [Incomprehensible]
I can silence an egotistical chick in a fight
I'm defiant with an evil twist my girl, my bitch and my wife
Ain't no bitch on this planet that is a match for me
They get sick and they stand it 'cause Nina packs the three
Have to be, crash to see if natural cause a catastrophe
Exactaly, my wife don't like me, my bitch get's hyphy, my girl
Might knife me twice just to spite me, my wife
If I break her heart, my bitch
It'll rip her apart, my girl
But I'm the smarter y'all, my wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Daddy told me that she wanna control the chick
She gotta go blow her grip
Because it's all on a bitch
One is no trip but two had just mo lip
But three I can't cope with
My wife, my bitch, my girl
Title: Choose Me
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Billy Hume, Jonathan Smith, Lavell W Crump
Lyric:
Yeah he buy you clothes, I hit it from the back
Yeah he drive a Benz, I'm in a woodwill Cadillac
He readin' you poetry while I'm spitttin' this country game
You want us just play this pimpin' don't be ashamed
It's a shame these soft pretty boy mean nothin'
Since these that comin' through for you then start bustin'
We out cousin like Macks and ready for car jacks
Rollin' up on a slab with yak and some fat sacks like that, yeah
All these bars all these cars
All these big time superstars
All these ladies at this bar
Watch these haters play their parts
You can't stop me or my pimpin'
'Cause you lame and you be simpin'
I'm like Micheal you be pippen'
Table dance but sky ain't tippin'
The sight of you
The smell of you
The way you move
Has got me in the mood
You seem so cool
You're style is smooth
My search is done
'Cuz I found you
9:15 and baby the night is young plus you told me
That you were gonna give me some
Hey baby girl what's your name who you with?
Do you do wanna get down with this pimpin' lil' trick
Tell me what you like, what you love we can do?
No matter what it is I can make it come true
Never gave da Benz the Ferrari or the Lac
Tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that?
I'm givin' you the chance this the opportunity
You can have it all but you gotta choose me, choose me
Came in Theresa, Michelle and Felicia
Jackie and Rene', Raquel and Shey Shey
Erica and Kiki, Shimiki, Shone and Mi Mi
Beverly, Byina, Teritone and Hottie
Auh Janae and Jane, Mocoa at blue flame
Carolyn and Marilyn and Angie and Shamane
Brandie and Aleyah Shamari and Lakisha
Shawna and Janelle, Lucy, Mona Lisa
The sight of you
The smell of you
The way you move
Has got me in the mood
(You seem so cool)
Hey baby girl what's your name who you with?
(You're style is smooth)
Do you do wanna get down with this pimpin' lil' trick?
(My search is done)
Tell me what you like, what you love we can do?
No matter what it is I can make it come true
Never gave da Benz the Ferrari or the Lac
Tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that
I'm givin' you the chance this the opportunity
You can have it all but you gotta choose me, choose me
Choose me big banner the back beater
The dubz can't fit on the truck they caught fevers
25 inches I can clear the benches
Or we can go up and down like them rug bitches
Let them hatin' witches they gonna wish for hate
But they all scream damn while you masturbate
The worm on the hook, I can whip and cook
Hit the block with chunky socks while you hit the books
I make that sacrifice like Jesus preachers on them lames
I'm true with how I feel, no fingers crossed this ain't no game
But you a pimp mayn, I promise you'll that I can change
Like a chameleon the colors on your rings n' thangs
You can have what you want
(You can have what you want)
If you give me what I need
(If you give me what I need)
I know you have a lot of options
(So many other ways)
But baby you belong with me
(Ohh, ohh)
Hey baby girl what's your name who you with?
Do you do wanna get down with this pimpin' lil' trick
Tell me what you like, what you love we can do?
No matter what it is I can make it come true
Never gave da Benz the Ferrari or the Lac
Tell me what you wanna drive and you got it like that?
I'm givin' you the chance this the opportunity
You can have it all but you gotta choose me, choose me
Title: Alice Everyday
Album: Candy Carol
Artist: Book Of Love
Composer(s): Theodore Josep Ottaviano
Lyric:
Alice everyday brings sunshine
To my house most every day
Alice everyday brings her friends
Over to my house to play
Alice everyday
Alice everyday
Milicent and Gwendolyn
Drusilla and Vivian
Penelope and Cymbaline
Constance and Evangeline
Alice everyday has the most
Interesting things to say
Her friends who come to play
Have the most interesting things to say
Alice everyday
Alice everyday
Alice everyday
Alice everyday
Edith and Felicia
Polly and Cecilia
Edwina and Eminence
Josephina and Patience
Alice everyday brings sunshine
To my house most every day
Alice everyday has the most
Interesting things to say
Alice everyday
Alice everyday
Alice everyday
Alice everyday
Tante Heidi and Gina
Hilde and Valentina
Phillis and Dulcinea
Thankful and Anni-Freida
Alice
Alice
Alice
Alice
Alice
Everyday
Alice
Everyday
Alice
Everyday
Alice
Everyday
Alice
