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Monday, August 9, 2010

Hands Off The Man - Lyrics - Barbra Streisand

Title: Hands Off The Man
Artist: Barbra Streisand
Composer(s): Laura Nyro

Lyric:
Hands off the man
Flim flam man

His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh Lord, the man's a fraud
He's the flim flam man
He's so cagey
He's a flim flam man

Hands off the man
Flim flam man

He's the one in the Trojan Horse
Making out like he's Santa Claus
Oh Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's a fox
He's a flim flam man

Everybody wants him
The people and the police
And all the pretty ladies disarmed

The beautiful gent
You know he has hardly a cent
He pays his monthly rent
With the daily charm

Hands off the man
Flim flam man

His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh, Lord, the man's a fraud
He's a flim flam man
He's an artist
He's a flim flam man

He's so cagey
He's a flim flam man
He's a fox
He's a fool
Flim flam

Oh, don't worry
He's dishonest
So don't believe in him
He's a flim flam man

Ooh, he's so cagey
He's a flim flam man

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Flim Flam Man - Lyrics - Laura Nyro

Title: Flim Flam Man
Artist: Laura Nyro
Composer(s): Laura Nyro

Lyric:
Hands off the man, the flim flam man
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh Lord, the man's a fraud, he's flim flam man
He?s so cagey, he?s a flim flam man

Hands off the man, the flim flam man
He's the one in the Trojan horse
Making out like he's Santa Claus
Oh Lord, the man's a fraud, he's a flim flam man
He's a fox, he's a flim flam man

Everybody wants him, the people and the police
And all the pretty ladies disarm
Oh oh yeah, the beautiful gent, you know he has hardly a cent
He pays his monthly rent with daily charm

Hands off the man, the flim flam man
His mind is up his sleeve
And his talk is make believe
Oh Lord, the man's a fraud, he's flim flam man

He?s so cagey, he's an artist
He's a fox, he's a flim flam man
Don't believe him, he's a flim flam man
Ole road runner, he's a oh no
Oh don't believe him, he's a no, no
Don't believe him, he's a no
Don't believe

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Flim Flam (Interlude) - Lyrics - Outkast

Title: Flim Flam (Interlude)
Artist: Outkast
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Patrick Brown, Rico Wade

Lyric:
Ey ey ey, watsup man I
I got these gold chains
Fourteen K, eighty dollars
Got, ey, 'fore you say anything
I got 'em off these white folks
In Buck Heaton, fourteen K

Man naw I don't need no chains man
I no need naw, I'm I'm straight
Naw check them eighty dollars worth
Fourteen karat gold
Is what I'm trying to tell ya now
Look now look, check it out

Man what nigga
You tryin' to play me some fool or somethin'?
Some shit I really don't need
I said fourteen mothafuckin' K
White folks in bank hittin' Buck Heaton man
Go on man, go on, go on nigga

That's a mothafuckin' pimp, nigga what's up?
Man, holla at a nigga man, eighty dollars
For this fourteen karat gold chain man what it is
No man I ain't got it
I'll give you a sack, nigga, what's up with that
I'll give you a fuckin' sack

A sack? Nigga say beens
I want greens, bills, divideens
That's what I'm talkin' 'bout
Recognize eighty dollar, fourteen K
Man, get the hell on nigga

Alright, alright well just give me
Hold on man, don't give me a sack man
I go, I'll did go sell it to a nigga 'bout 20 dollars then

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Play The Next Man - Lyrics - Business Never Personal - Epmd

Title: Play The Next Man
Album: Business Never Personal
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, E Sermon, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, P Smith

Lyric:
What's up wit' that homegirl, why you frontin'
My raggamuffin', c'mon, help me wit' somethin'
You like me, I can tell by your wicked actions
I wanna rock wit' you like Michael Jackson

Erick, what slow down, baby
You're not Seal, so why you actin' crazy
I wanna be your man, the whole nine sounds cute
Us buggin' out, and us knockin' boots

But you, you wanna go out and start cheatin'
Hangin' tough like the New Kids every damn weekend
Thinkin' I'm stupid, girl, you must be buggin'
The boy you messin' wit' is my cousin

Tryin' to play the E-Double wit' the old weak flim flam
Don't play me and reach out for the next man

Don't play me, play the next man
Don't play me, play the next man
Don't play me, play the next man
Don't play me, play the next man

I was wonderin' why you went to work everyday
Okay, yeah, maybe to get extra pay
But when you stepped out, you was dressed to impress
(How fresh)
So fresh, that you walked wit' finesse

Word is bond, I could've sworn you was minglin'
The way you was movin', the way your earrings was jinglin'
Of course, you was messin' wit' the Boss
Not Bruce Springsteen, your boss drove a Porsche

Remember, you went to work one night
While me and D-Wade was home watchin' the Mike Tyson fight
You said goodbye, gave me a couple of kisses
I peep the coat, I didn't buy you for Christmas

You went out to a fancy restaurant
Came in actin' all nonchalant
Asked you a question, shook up like Elvis Presley
Your makeup smudged, your hair messy

Shh, quiet, I caught cha
Tell him my name is Parrish Smith
I used to mess wit his daughter
Yes the Mic Doc and I'll be damned
Don't play me, play the next man

Don't play me, play the next man
Don't play me, play the next man
Don't play me, play the next man
Don't play me, play the next man

Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack
(Cut her off, cut her off)
And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one
(Cut him off man, cut him off)
Now if ya girl's on your back Jack, cut her like a lumberjack
(Cut her off, cut her off)
And if your man done son, trade him in for a new one
(Cut him off man, cut him off)

So if ya man is runnin' wild, slow 'em down, school 'em Jack
Before he plays you off, girl, just to prove a fact
And get your feelings hurt kid, plus your heart broken
Bust it
(Can't truss it)

What, a relationship, friendship
Hardship, fell on the booze when ya boy tripped
So pick ya pride up boy, oopsy daisy
See ya, Audi Ghost Patrick Swayze

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Sunday, August 22, 2010

Don'T Curse - Lyrics - Heavy D

Title: Don'T Curse
Artist: Heavy D
Composer(s): John Davis, Dwight Myers, Al Jackson Jr, Maxwell Dixon, Peter O Phillips, Antonio M Hardy, Donald V Dunn, Corey(Pka C.L. Smoo Penn, Nathaniel Wilson, Steve Cropper, Booker T Jones Jr

Lyric:
This one definitely goes out on a censorship tip
So everybody sit back relax and have a champagne sip
We gonna teach these people out there who are
Against saying what we want to say the right way

Y'know what I'm sayin', so what we're gonna do
Is kick back swing a little funky beat by my man
DJ Pete Rock producer extraordinaire
Yo, Pete Rock, make it clear

I can flex, bend, lend a pen to a friend
Keep a party pimping from now to then
I don't have to swear, curse or juggle
Lyrics in the verse to make a party bubble

So 'Mister Censorship', tell me, what's your problem?
There's girlies on the corner, and phifey can't solve 'em
How did she say it, I'm curious G
Does she say honey love me, or baby baby, fun me

Anyway, we say what we wanna say
Play how we wanna play, feels good that way
So G Rap, huh, it's time to kick a verse
Do your man a favor and don't curse

You're tellin' me don't curse on a verse, they did it worse
First I put a curse on every verse
I kind of got outrageous
Check it, even made a record on how I'm doing on the B I T C H es

Drop some verses for the bust
Every word that you heard is cause I didn't give a f, aw shucks
Hey yo, I almost forgot
The curse is a plot but it's getting kinda hot

So I'ma let profanity retire, hey
But if worse comes to worse, I'll cut you out like Richard Pryor
So Grand Puba, kick a verse
But do your man a favor and don't curse

Don't curse, bust it
I won't curse, I'll take a famous curse word and just say kcuf
Kcuf flipped around the other way means ha
Boy when I do, I see, I can't get stuck
Jump on the mic then I earn a quick buck

Buck meanin' loot, then I grab some boots
And set wit my troops
For those who can't follow and got stuck
Kcuf flipped the other way means

It's just a curse, I freaked a nurse in a hearse
But I made sure I had my hat first
CL Smooth, it's time to kick a verse
God cypher the rhyme, you can't curse

Go ahead ask me, when I kick a curse in a verse, I say nope
Grab you by your hand, wash you're mouth out wit soap
Thinkin' to be the last one wit the bad lingo
Scoopin' on the skinz in the church from your bingo

Sounds of the Mecca, dark fresh from the tailor
Because they made a movie when he cuss like a sailor
Better yet, dialect dirty like a subway
Freakin' for your loot, here to make it go the other way

In a vocabulary scrimmage
But cursin' in my village ain't good for my image
So Big Daddy, you know it's time to kick a verse
But do your man a favor, don't curse

The smooth rap inventor that enter
Parental discretion's not advised so there's no need to censor
Kiss on, peep it, but you want to beep it, what?
I feel like slapping a sticker on ya, chill chill, see what

But, too magical rhymes are too tragical
For any source to stop Kane from getting capital
If I thought sticking me was dissing me
Man, don't you know that this would be
Worse than Stephen King's Misery

So clean all profanity, stealing all the man to be
Rocking any microphone you're handing me
So Heavy D, I'm about to disperse
So kick another verse and don't forget not to curse

God Bless, but I can't mess around wit the curses
So I'm a kick verses or a verse
Soul brother number 1 here to kick facts
Smoke the microphone and produce crazy tracks

Your my bad bro, let's start the flow
I'm a kick rhymes till it's time for me to go
I can't curse cause Heavy D said so

Now I'm a get back to the subject
Get wreck, if you think I'm bluffin', just check
Wit the crew, Pete Rock and CL Smooth very down to earth
And we didn't have to curse

Yea, yea the Abstract poet Q-tip of a Tribe Called Quest
Here to wreck, y'know what I'm sayin'
Got my man Pete Rock and my man Heavy D in the house
And we're definitely chillin' on the lifted tip
So bust the spit out, aha

Flim flam flim, lick my big black stuff
Plus I kick a curse to be rough enuff
You could put the sticker where the sun don't shine
So back off and let me get mine

Visions in my head when it's dealing wit hits
If I had 4 girls then I lick 8 its
Wait, don't wanna hear no drama
'Cause the bum didaly Heav is a favorite of my mama's

So I blew out get mad lifted
Don't have to say up the show that I'm gifted
God bless me 'cause I reach my 21st
Heavy D, don't drop a curse

Peace, peace, peace to the preacher
I'm talkin' about a verse without a curse that's how I reach ya
I can rock a party without a swear or a harsh verb
Backwards, no curse words, Heavy D prefers

So swing, swing to the Soul bequiem rhythm
Before I say goodbye, let me tell ya how I hit 'em
CL, Pete Rock, G Rap, Maxwell
Big Daddy, Q-Tip and ah me as well

Time to say peace, thank Pete for the beats
This funky beat was made for the street
Notice how clean that we kept every verse
But if worst came to worst, we all said a curse

Free Slick Rick
Free Slick Rick
Free Slick Rick
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