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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Funny Little Man - Lyrics - Seals And Crofts

Title: Funny Little Man
Artist: Seals And Crofts
Composer(s): James Seals

Lyric:
See the funny little man
Huffing and puffing and digging the sand
In his search for something to build
Perhaps a church on the side of a hill

Little does he know
That he's working in vain
When rain comes the hill
Will come sliding down and will not hold.

See the funny little man
Running and hiding and flailing his hands
Asking himself what could have gone wrong
For he has worked hard the whole day long

See the funny little man
Small in his size when compared to the land
When will he grow up, can time wait until
The funny little man can see beyond the hill

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Monday, August 16, 2010

On The Grind - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: On The Grind
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Barry Reese, Qaadir Atkinson, Thomas David Richardson, Douglas Fraser Edwards

Lyric:
Yeah, Cassidy, yeah, I'm out here on the grind

I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

'Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

I was told it's a crazy world, well I was born crazy too
1982, they said I was a baby who
Always started trouble, start to hustle what they made me do
As I grew as a man, my plans and my gravy grew

Coke, I copped a little, posted on the block a little
My block popped a little even though my rocks was little
But now a nigga grown started selling bigger stones
Got a steady clientele that can't leave the shit alone

Keep it on the hivic homes, can't leave ya shit at home
If I spit it, I did it, I lived it, we can get it on
Forget it, I'm sick with it, admit it or get shitted on
You don't wanna get the chrome, you wanna getcha phone

You don't wanna brawl at all, you wanna call the law
But if you get called a snitch, you might as well call it quits
And I might answer the phone when you call you bitch
I push bars like rod, this shit all will flip

Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind

I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps 'cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be busting all the slugs

I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
'Cause I'm out here on the grind

Don't abuse the fame, use your brain fore you open ya mouth
Or you could get poked ouch with the toast in ya mouth
I doubt I'ma go broke, I be done broke in ya house
You don't hustle just 'cause niggaz cook coke in ya house

If I stop selling coke, it'll drought
And my flow so dope, I got insurance on my throat and my mouth
I change the game, my name gets spoken about
I'm still ill with the smoke in my mouth

Ya sis oped, and I'ma open her blouse
Stick my dick down her throat and start stroking her mouth
I let my unborns float in her mouth
And then I put a condom on and start stroking her out

I blow the hydro to the scout
On the post with the rock inside got most of the clout
And most of the cash I'm bragging and boasting about
Copped a yacht and got a dock, I can float to the house

Got damn, you wouldn't understand how I'm feeling man
I'm chilling man, all for the love of drug dealing man
I got change I'm gon' borrow
That's why I got a quarter million dollar painting hanging on my wall

So naw, I ain't pressed for paper
But I'm dealing weight and got real estate tryna stretch the paper
It's best to invest the paper
But if you wanna battle, let's bet, I could use the extra paper

'Cause I'd do whatever to eat
I'm from the street, if it's beef, it's whatever, I ain't never been sweet
And in a battle, I ain't never been beat
I'm in the race to take Jay-Z place, and you ain't better than bleek

When I speak, you can tell that I'm wise
Dog, I got the best punch lines since big l was alive
And this was a big L so I'm already high
If a nigga better than me, then he already died, Cass

I do this for the hood and I do this for the streets
I do this for my peeps 'cause my family gotta eat
I do this for the thugs that be hustling the drugs
I do this for my niggaz who be busting all the slugs

I'd do this for the love but I do this to get paid
I do this for my niggaz in the cells and in the graves
I do this for my niggaz on the block that keep it thorough
I do this for all the hustlers around the world
'Cause I'm out here on the grind

Man I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind
I'm out here on the grind

I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

'Cause I'm out here on the grind tryna get a little change
When niggaz tryna shine just to get a little name
They act a little funny and they talk a little strange
But they need to get they money and enjoy a little fame

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Friday, August 20, 2010

I Wouldn'T Change The Man He Is - Lyrics - Diana Ross

Title: I Wouldn'T Change The Man He Is
Artist: Diana Ross
Composer(s): Nickolas Ashford, Valerie Simpson

Lyric:
I've got a funny kind of guy
Nobody knows him any better than I
Says without me he can get along
But I know that's just a man's way
Of saying he's strong
But I wouldn't change him, no

Oh, I wouldn't change his funny ways
'Cause he's the cause of my sunny days
And though sometimes he brings me little tears
Still love the man he is

If I do something to please him
He never gives me credit
If I think he'll bring me candy and roses
Huh, I might as well forget it

He's the kind of a man
Who likes his privacy
And when a mood hits him
I know when to let him be
But I wouldn't change him, no

Oh, I wouldn't change his funny, funny ways
'Cause he's the cause of my sunny days
Though sometimes he brings me little tears
Still love the man he is

Oh, sometimes when he hurts me so bad
I think I've got migraine in the head
All he has to do is touch me
Tears disappear
I'll forgive him in a minute

I have to pretend
There ain't much I know
He's the kind of a man
Who likes to run the show
But I wouldn't change him, no

I wouldn't change his funny ways
'Cause he's the cause of my sunny days
Though sometimes he brings me little tears
Still love the man he is, oh, I love that man

And I wouldn't change his funny ways
I wouldn't change, wouldn't change the man he is
I love that man and I wouldn't change
I wouldn't change, wouldn't change the man he is
Hey, I know that man

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Monday, August 9, 2010

Money Money Money - Lyrics - ABBA Gold: Greatest Hits - Abba

Title: Money Money Money
Album: ABBA Gold: Greatest Hits
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Benny Goran Br Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Lyric:
I work all night, I work all day, to pay the bills I have to pay
Ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be a single penny left for me
That's too bad
In my dreams I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all, I'd fool around and have a ball

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world

A man like that is hard to find but I can't get him off my mind
Ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free I bet he wouldn't fancy me
That's too bad
So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game, my life will never be the same

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world

Money, money, money
Must be funny
In the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny
In the rich man's world
Aha-ahaa
All the things I could do
If I had a little money
It's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world

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Money, Money - Lyrics - Abba

Title: Money, Money
Artist: Abba
Composer(s): Benny Goran Br Andersson, Bjoern K. Ulvaeus

Lyric:
I work all night, I work all day
To pay the bills I have to pay, ain't it sad
And still there never seems to be
A single penny left for me, that's too bad

In my dreams, I have a plan
If I got me a wealthy man
I wouldn't have to work at all
I'd fool around and have a ball

Money, money, money
Must be funny in the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny in the rich man's world

All the things I could do
If I had a little money, it's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world

A man like that is hard to find
But I can't get him off my mind, ain't it sad
And if he happens to be free
I bet he wouldn't fancy me, that's too bad

So I must leave, I'll have to go
To Las Vegas or Monaco
And win a fortune in a game
My life will never be the same

Money, money, money
Must be funny in the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny in the rich man's world

All the things I could do
If I had a little money, it's a rich man's world

Money, money, money
Must be funny in the rich man's world
Money, money, money
Always sunny in the rich man's world

All the things I could do
If I had a little money, it's a rich man's world
It's a rich man's world

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Little Girls - Lyrics - Sex Style - Kool Keith

Title: Little Girls
Album: Sex Style
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Kurt Matlin, Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yo, Keith man
I just turned off the TV man
Kids out there be thinkin' they hardcore man
We gotta do somethin' man, yo, do it

Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore

You got nine cars, tons of champagne by the cases
Two thousand people killed, fake murder cases
Videos exaggerate things you never make
Your style is all tissue, chocolate fudge cream cake

The companies back you, people out there wanna slap you
Original fraud, funny with a mic cord
Persuadin' kids that you hard, every stage you tour
Cold scared you in a motel, you can't come out

After the show, with panties on, you hurry run out
You petrified hallucinatin' thinkin' hardcore
You got the style now, you have to roll with 50 people
Lookin' hard and mean, you ain't pullin' triggers

Did you pay your bodyguards for actin' hard?
You get pistol-whipped, booty tapped, face scarred
Down and out with camouflage gear and no war
You ain't in the army kid

Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore

Now your show's packed up, you're gassed up
I'm there you're scared
You just turned twat, looked away feelin' weird
You on the walkie talkie standin' close near the door
Thinkin' 'bout your records how you pop doo-doo more

Posses wait in Texas, Detroit for the bum rush
You bringin' rubber, your crew is nervous smokin' dust
You perpetrate your front, show your teeth, smokin' blunts
Rappers cancel shows, ran away with stunts

Your manager scared, with ghetto mugs starin' at him
Your crew pressured more, to even act harder
You took New York, down South them folks wasn't havin' that
Three kids from D.C. pulled out, what you laughin' at?

You ran out, funny style, girl style, panty style
Freestyle the same style last week
You was bitin' off that kid Bo Peep
With no panties on, your rectum got torn

Rearranged, I caught you after the show
Naked out, butt out, cracked out, with two rolls of film
Tryin' to sell pictures of your lover
With you, molestin' your little brother
I smacked you and stole your pistols

Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore
Little girls, think they're hardcore

Tommy, didn't I raise you to go to Catholic school?
But mom, I gotta keep this up, this is all a front
This is just gimmicks to sell my records
The people don't have to know
I mean really, that's just me, even though we're soft
Me and my friends all of us
We just make money, that's all, it's a gimmick

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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Living A Little, Laughing A Little - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: Living A Little, Laughing A Little
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): Linda Creed, Thom Bell

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Lyric:
Laugh everyone at the clown
He's the best one in town
Ride on his merry-go-round
Spinning faster than sound

Laugh as the funny man cries
Though his makeup is smeared
Laugh at his funny pictures
As he paints out the years

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Laugh everyone at the fool
With his heart in his hand
He can't quite understand
That he's less than a man

[Incomprehensible]
There's an ember of pride
Watch how he tries hard to hide
That he's dying inside

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

It'S A Super (Dupa) Life - Lyrics - The View From The Top - Cat Stevens

Title: It'S A Super (Dupa) Life
Album: The View From The Top
Artist: Cat Stevens
Composer(s): Yusuf Islam

Lyric:
See the funny little people running 'round in circles
Throwing bombs as they do
See the funny side of it
They're heading straight for you

See the funny little holes they're making
Looking like craters on the moon
See the funny side of it
We'll be living in them soon

But it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live
Yes, it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live

But it's getting pretty near the end
'Cause with a super life
You will borrow everything you lend
So, there's never anything to spend
You're broke, you dope you

See the funny little flying saucers we found
Painted up just for you
See the funny man inside
His color matches too

See the silly little camera he loves
Shooting pictures with all day
See the funny side of it
His friends are on their way

But it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live
Yes, it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live

But it's getting pretty near the end
'Cause with a super life
You will borrow everything you lend
So, there's never anything to spend
You're broke, you dope, you

But it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live
Yes, it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live

Baby it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live
Yes, it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live

Baby it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live
Yes, it's a super life
A super dupa dupa life we live

Baby it's a super life
A super

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Rollin' Up Some Mo' - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: Rollin' Up Some Mo'
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Jermaine Hargrove, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Christian Pletschacher, Lichelle Laws, David Lubega, Keith Griffin, Eloyd Britt, Anthony Henderson, Damaso Perez Prado

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Lyric:
Rollin up some mo'
Rollin up some mo'
Rollin up some mo'

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

Hop in my Five-Double-O
Roll up my window asshole your lettin' out all the smoke
You never waste a blow, motherfucka don't you know?
I'm a weed head, P.O.D ded stayin' tweeded
It make me happy
Won't even sleep unless I'm beamin', fiendin'

Which one of you niggaz gonna put some ends in?
'Cuz I'm tellin y'all right now I'm smokin' everything I'm spendin'
Goin' down, cop a quarter pound now we in here blowin' it
Wait a minute where's the bowl at?
Young Dre done got me spoiled man

Done smoked two blunts, and now I'm feelin' like I can fly
I get into zones of my own everytime I get high
And whenever it is, I think I see
I'm buzzin' so it doesn't really matter to me

I got issues nuttin' but problems feels my green
My nigga wanna test me with the same old games
Got this chicken down in San Diego, and he trickin' on my pesos
And he think that I don't know

And he got the gall he fuckin' two of my dawgz
Now they actin' kinda funny when I call
So when I'm with my thugs on da line
Tonight no lady like instead I grab a fifth of Hen
Take it to the head, c'mon

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

No niggaz came late to get me, Keith G pass the Henny
Kray lookin' like a chimney, TLI'll smoke whatever and any
Naw, I'm buggin' my squad ain't druggin' like that
Luggin' the Mak, LeReece all nice with K-mont in the back

Blunts and stunts is what's rolled up
Once it's lit it's hit, and if you ask me why I'ma tall ya what
What ya want?
Smoke a blunt all jokes is front fuck beatin' around the bush
Kick the the group's ass ya punks

I mix Henny with Alize get drunk and talk slick
Niggaz be sizin' me up, you know I'm ready to flip
My niggaz stay smokin out, sippin Hen and Tengery
Nigga, we be havin' hella fun like they do in the bay

It be the weekend gangstas that me causin' the tention
You might catch me while I'm out, in the tough guy convention
But don't get it fucked up, because I'm all about my cheddar
It ain't easy being me, but nobody could do it better

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

Every time I'm rollin' out with Krayzie we crazy, try not to get cuffed up
Fucked up sippin' on that siz urp, pourin' out that cup of stuff
Them Jolly Ranchers and enhancers, I mix it up like a chemist
Drop about 10 of 'em in it, then sip it slow 'til it's finished

Then it's that [Incomprehensible]
Little [Incomprehensible] is safe at home
Then get your brain broke, they boiler makers and they chain smoke
Boss ain't no fuckin' rookie, put purple permethozine up on you team
That's guaranteed to make you lean
And keep you higher than giraffe pussy

I ain't ate all day, but steadily gettin' fucked up
Smokin' this weed, waitin' to get scooped up
It's the bum Keith G, carribus we on twists
We needed a fix, my nigga dip into the rent

We worry about that payback later we gonna smoke
And live for the meanwhile puffin with Juvenile, what?
I'm in the mood to speak my piece, pass the mic
I'm in the mood to drink some burb, we high tonight

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Man'S Girl - Lyrics - Who Got The Gravy? - Digital Underground

Title: Man'S Girl
Album: Who Got The Gravy?
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): C. Askew, Ronald R. Brooks, Smead Hudman, Gregory Jacobs, Austin Johnson, James Quinton Washington

Lyric:
If you can't take me home with you
Then a lap dance will have to do
If you can't take me home with you
Then a lap dance will have to do

If you can't take me home with you

Anybody got change for twenty?
Mmm, shake it up, shake it up
Yeah, I know it's rough out here, love
But we got your back

Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's bubbling in a man's world
Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's struggling in a man's world

Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's bubbling in a man's world
Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's struggling in a man's world

Now tell me, can you tell the difference
Between a fast-tracking, skank-gaming tramp
And a man's girl
Kind of seems the same with just one glance

See, both of them cause erections from afar
But upon closer inspection it becomes clear
Money B gonna get you in there

See, a clever girl knows
Not just hoes work them skirts that's mini
Prostitutes that dress this way
Try to imitate most of the uptown bitties

Now we don't really want to speak upon
Those girls who act real slutty
But we will talk about those man's girls
Those are the one we're studying

She's real secure, pretty toes pedicured
Baby got her own money
She thinks brothers who floss are funny

Ain't afraid to lick that honey off my body
Feminist party issues she don't care about
Understands men well and knows the power of long hair

I doubt
If she'll fall for the type whose pants are tight on
His pookie
Likes her sex fresh and fruity with the light on
That booty

Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's bubbling in a man's world
Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's struggling in a man's world

Oohwee, she popping! Gotta be, got me jocking
Even Nike and Reebok, the girl I'm talking about be rocking
Them pumps with the toes out ,super saucy when we go out
Or with her patnas, she can blow clout

'Cause she's the shit, no doubt
She's so about her scrill, that gives it all the more thrill
Can't lie, a little high
Couldn't get a better ride out of an automobile

Never make it hard to go chill
Let me do my thing, let a brother breathe
But she make it so convenient when she around
I don't ever want to leave

She's never stressing who
What I'm gon' do, how I've been riding with my crew
She says play on, ain't nothing wrong
As long as eventually I come home

When a brother finally do
The joke's on me 'cause she's gone
Taking care of she instead of worrying about me

For sheezy, she pleases me
Knowing that I got her back with what's important
Knowing that I'm down and when I clown with my homies
It's a necessity, she gets to me, yes, I confess it
Secure with her intellect
Never afraid of flexing them hoe-ish dresses

Sex appeal drapes her whole vicinity
I'm worked on, those girls that wanna get they lurk on
They get into me

Fingernails long
(Tummy showing)
Where you going, love
(Can I be down?)
Can I be around?

When you gonna freak with the freaks of the industry?

Come on, now
Get up on the table, baby, get on the table
Yeah, that's what I'm talking about
Can I hit that puna? Punana, punana

Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's bubbling in a man's world
Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's struggling in a man's world

Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's bubbling in a man's world
Give it up cause she's a man's girl
She's struggling in a man's world

And I appreciate it too, love
I love them shoes, love that dress
I love the whole program
I know you can't keep it up everyday

But when you do I'm loving it, just like that
Now take 'em off
You deserve a foot massage
And I'm about to give it you

Can I get that puna? Punana, punana
Somebody give me change for a twenty
And get up on the table
Oh no, I ain't giving you more than a dollar

No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move
No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move

No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move
No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move

No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move
No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move

No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move
No, don't stop that sexy groove
'Cause we like the way she move

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Friday, August 6, 2010

He'S Mine - Lyrics - Carolyn Dawn Johnson

Title: He'S Mine
Artist: Carolyn Dawn Johnson
Composer(s): Melvern Ri Rutherford Ii, Carolyn Dawn Johnson, Troy Verges

Lyric:
Every woman wants, every woman needs
What everybody thinks is impossible, unachievable
A man who's strong, admits he's wrong, he laughs along
And is up for anything and everything

A lot of heart and not afraid to try a little tenderness
Oh all my friends used to say, "Where you ever
Gonna find a man like this?"
Well I got him

He's mine
He makes me feel like a real live woman inside
Funny how a little love can get you so high
I can't wait to get my hands on him tonight, oh tonight
He's mine

The way he looks at me across a crowded room, he doesn't say a word
Man, that moves me, yeah that man loves me
He takes me in his arms, I open up my heart, it's like the waters part
And it's just him and me and nothing in between

Just when I think
It's never gonna get any better than this
He touches me tenderly and we melt together
In a long slow kiss

He's mine
He makes me feel like a real live woman inside
Funny how a little love can get you so high
I can't wait to get my hands on him tonight, oh tonight
He's mine, he's mine

He's mine
He makes me feel like a real live woman inside
Ain't it funny how a love can get you so high?
I can't wait to get my hands on him tonight, oh tonight
He's mine

He makes me feel like a real live woman inside
Funny how a little love can get you so high
I can't wait to get my hands on him tonight, oh tonight
He's mine, he's mine, oh
He's mine

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

40 - The Story - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - The Story
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): R Rubin, Hutchins J Simmons, L Smith, A Horovitz, E Galloway, Earl Stevens, Femi Ojetunde, D Mcdaniel, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with God or you can know a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some federal
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level

I often tweak when I drives
How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides?
Man, fools be droppin' like flies
Maybe we do need mo' brothers sellin' bean pies

And it's a fool 'cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through some many
Different changes of the weather and all those folks that do wrong
Seem like they live forever

I wish I can rewind time, remember when we used to get
Free lunch and the city bus used to cost a dime?
Runnin' around, talkin' about you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' girl's booties

Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, don't you sit on Grand Mama's plastic covered couch
Why's it that when all the homeys get together, we get back in the days
And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is something you can?t borrow and give back
Here today and gone tomorrow
Just like that

Pat yo rats on yo back , patch your rats on your back
Take some time out yo waltz , take some time out yo waltz
And tell your loved ones that you love 'em every so often

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Fetti is the key to end all your woes
Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems like guns and spears
Familys fall out and don't talk for years

Like my cromey, like my cromey
They called him big bread Ed
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other
Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet

See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around
But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should tell 'em often
Ya never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin

Dedicated to my peoples up in jail
Ya partner 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

You can take da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin', dealin'
How did he get that Lex?

Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn, enough
I own my own law firm

Don't need a tux, I tweaks pea coats and khakis
Khakis, Levis and T-shirts
Levis and T-shirts, whatever the street's works
Street's works, partner
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny lately since you even
Got a few bucks
But I'm still folks, Wilson Park
Member three flies up

And this goes on, again and again
Dis goes on, again and again
Ain't nothin' changed but the territory, territory
Same time, different day, different story

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell

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Thursday, July 29, 2010

All The Things (Your Man Won'T Do) - Lyrics - All That I Am - Joe

Title: All The Things (Your Man Won'T Do)
Album: All That I Am
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): J Thompson, M Williams, J Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, love, you say you need someone
To be there for you, to love you all night long
It's kinda funny but I don't think you have to look no further
Because I'm right here, and I'm ready
To do all the things your man won't do

Tell me what kind of man would treat his woman so cold?
Treat you like you're nothin' when you're worth more than gold
Girl to me you're like a diamond, I love the way you shine
A hundred million dollar treasure, I'll give the world to make you mine

I'll put a string a pearls right in your hand
Make love on a beach of jet black sand
Outside in the rain we can do it all night
I'll touch the places he would not
And some you never knew would get you hot
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do, every little thing
I'll do them for you

I'll take you out on a night cruise on a yacht, just can't lose
'Cause we got a lot to look forward to, 1, 2, what ya gonna do?
What good is a diamond? Nobody can see it
I hear he got you on lock down but I got the master key, yeah

I'll light a thousand candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won' do, every little
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

I'll light up all the candles all around
Show me to the subway, I'll go down
Nothin' can be sweeter than the sound of makin' love
Baby, when I start I just can't stop
I'll love you from the bottom to the top
Nothin' is forbidden when we touch

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Ooh, I got a Jones in my bones for you
There ain't a damn thing that I won't do
I'll make your body cream with my sex machine
I won't stop until I hear your mother scream

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you
Sweet baby, I wanna do
All of the things your man won't do
I'll do them for you

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Styles - Lyrics - Styles

Title: Styles
Artist: Styles
Composer(s): David Styles, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
Yeah, Holiday, Gary
I don't want y'all to compare me to niggas no more
Unless they got a case pending
Unless they poke somethin' up
Unless they keepin' it real gutter, y'know

SP, I'm the closest thing to poison it is
You think you hot, I'ma boil your kid
You think you cool, I'ma throw you in the river
Wit some cement shoes you could sleep with the fishes

Niggas actin' funny, so, I gotta keep it movin'
I don't speak to the bitches we could handle this like gangsta's
Dog, I'll kidnap your little man and send you to the banker
That money get dropped off, so do he

Right off the booth of his mama' building
Feel the drama building
Told y'all niggas don't fuck wit P
I said,m fuck rap and a verse

I get down like the bishops it the way you clap at the hearse
I get it crunk wit a blunt and a package of Herc
I'm in the shottie of the Cadillac wit niggas that'll take
Twenty a body, the shottie will handle that

Styles
Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost
Styles
Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go
Styles
Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse

Styles
Pullin' the three, cockin' the four
Styles
We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon

I smoke weed 'cuz the future is grim
I'm knockin' this ash off the dutch on the roof of your Benz
My lil' man been runnin' since the shootin' begin
Y'all niggas talk about cases of Crist
I talk about cases where niggas get life of the shit

And your girl visit two years, mom come forever
But near one of your mans aint right wit his shit
But like corn I'ma flip, smokin' weed influenced by the fix
And old timers with the too lies by the hips
So come and creep wit me, and I ain't lyin'

When I tell these motherfuckers that I got the streets in me
One felony, wit two cases beat, so be about your business
When you come and beef wit me I got coke for sale
And I got dope for sale if you wanna cop some work
You oughta come and speak wit me

Styles
Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost
Styles
Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go
Styles
Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse

Styles
Pullin' the three, cockin' the four
Styles
We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon

Y'all niggas know my name, but you don't know my style
What make it all ironic is the shit is the same
Keep a Milli in the coat, puffin' on the chronic
In the hood wit my niggas that's distributin' 'caine

If your man get bodied, number one rule is
You body somethin' back then live with the pain
Young guns of this shit, so when I get hit
I'ma yell, Sheek and Kiss, let's finish the game

I got discipline and dedication
I'm the boss of the S N F, that's the Shootin' Niggas Federation
Light a blunt and get cloudy wit me
Go get your gun and get rowdy wit me

It's a Holiday dog, mouth big, you could swallow the four
Don't you ask me what I'm robbing you for, what
'Cuz you was talkin' big money and I'm a little broke
And I'm a firm believer in equality dog, what

Styles
Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost
Styles
Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go
Styles
Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse

Styles
Pullin' the three, cockin' the four
Styles
We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon

Styles
Paniro the most, you hearin' the Ghost
Styles
Holiday shit, it's robbery shit
Nigga talkin' funny then body the kid, let's go
Styles
Mafia boss, rockin' the corpse

Styles
Pullin' the three, cockin' the four
Styles
We're closin' the windows and lockin' the doors
You could die today
Or you could die tomorrow, baby boy, the option is yours, c'mon

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Monday, August 9, 2010

From The Window Of My Room - Lyrics - Cypress Hill IV - Cypress Hill

Title: From The Window Of My Room
Album: Cypress Hill IV
Artist: Cypress Hill
Composer(s): Louis M. Freeze, Lawrence Muggerud, Senen Reyes

Lyric:
Now lately, I've been findin' myself, pourin' my guts out
Expressin' my thoughts, lettin' my nuts out in the walls
Of sleep, I can't keep it all in the hall clear
While others keep it inside for the pride they hold dear
Shoulda been, woulda been, coulda been the cops
Stop look and listen, you'll get a vision of Hip-Hop
Individuals lookin' to the battle the shadows of man
See it all, be it all, you need a plan
It takes one man to understand this
Learn fuckin' with a deadly gas, you get burned
From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Of livin' it's all given to you, don't lose it
Every man's given a tool, but don't use it

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

From the window of my room, the gloom spreadin' across
The land of milk and honey, no money to feed the boss
Funny the cost of life, cut clean blood streams
Out the body, nobody wants you dreamin' about shorty
No longer don't need a forty to take away any pain
So punk me and I'll give you the world exact change
Or quote me and you're never the same, I claim no one
I show none the weakness individuals go forth ya seek this
Wherever I roam is home to me
You shogun, look at my enemies try to do me
The influential status, you know the baddest
Lookie here, show you what that is, bringin' the madness
Sadness to those appealin' to any conflict
Lookin' out my window pane, I see you fallin'
What are you, a man or a mouse? The house light
Shinin' within, when you begin to live again

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

From my window I can see
Humanity, goin' insane G
Everybody want respect, but you gotta collect
Only hardcore vatos on the set
Don't get me wrong but some rhymes get twisted
There it goes, the pride, you missed it
I ain't upset with the motherfucker dissin'
Find me in watts when you wanna come hit me
Some shit ain't what it seems, in the land of dreams
Some sell their soul to get the cream
From the teens I don't sling or slang no crack
I'm known for bringin' in funky ass raps
See those magazine crews and I'm a goner
Dull interviews with these damn primadonnas
Unlike some of these fools on the turf
Look like the real thing, but they soft like Nerfs
So unrehearsed that it shows in the product
Need to get the fuck out, before you get caught up

From the window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, the high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see
The window of my room, I shoot all stars
Every little bit you consume, is high cost
Break free, you're selling your soul, for a fee
But all that shit ain't worth it, you burnin' up see

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Monday, August 23, 2010

Destroy Rebuild - Lyrics - Stillmatic - Nas

Title: Destroy Rebuild
Album: Stillmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Scott Larock, L Parker, Nasir Jones, M Risko, P Hendricks

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Lyric:
This is a journey into the worlds most largest
And notorious projects, Queensbridge
Listen while Nas saves his hood from the most
Cowardest rappers

He held a mass appeal and a little boy smile
Depressed has a complex his mouth was foul
You need to stay around I feel like telling some stories
First there's this arrogant fuck, his names Cory
Hung around my mans like he a big Trevor
Trevor's still locked up, likes getting his cheddar
Cory changed his name to Arr, whatever
Corn chip, buckwheat lookalike, its mega

Right Mega was his name sorry about that
But it's so hard to put a cowards name in my rap
Always acting tough, a jokester be fronting
He got snuffed, he got shot in the thigh, he did nothing
But that's Nas always looking out for breadrin'
'Cause when breadrin' they return love they don't stress him
'Cause gangstas do gangsta shit, real recognize real
Still laughing to the bank and shit

Back to Cor, got him a deal but his rhymes was whack
Def Jam now that he signed a contract
Now he got jealous and mad at my shine
Making silly tapes, I'm always on his mind
Nonsense, not to be obnoxious kid
Mega, for the record, you could suck my dick
Bitch you from around the way it's sad what this do to me
But Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill us
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So now since we on the subject of traders and flunkies
Mega ain't the only faggot in my hood dummies
Theres plenty that wanna be me but cannot
It's like King Arthur and knight Sir Lance-a-lot
Lefty and Donnie Brasco, Gotti and Paul
Before I woulda told you, Prodigy's my dog
Through the ups and downs, robberies and all
Though I always knew he wanted my downfall

He would say his little slick shit and act real funny
For what nigga you're butt and it got back to me
Asking a braveheart to get back your jewelry
You ain't from my hood, don't even rep Q B
Nature moved to Marcy
Man dick riding nature, nothing else to say
Man nature moved to Mars, back with ass niggas in fear
Fuck them niggas go head with the progam man proceed

Old lady pocketbook snatcher, car thief
Of course we ain't friends, you never stood on no blocks
Streets or corners with zombies, ghouls and gangstas
Cops, drug dealers with pools of blood anger
Just fills me, when niggas let out of town to set shot
And get filthy rich, it's just not
No more morals, no loyalty, no more community
Queensbridge, we gotta have unity

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

So nowI put the name on the map after Marly and Shan
QB before the Roc had one jam
Before the Death Row and Bad Boy Beef
Had streets locked with raw talent, I laugh at the weak
So this about cleaning up house, my own backyard
Famous home of rap stars well known be getting robbed
P how many times natures shamed that
Jungle was busting his gun to get your weak chain back

They don't respect you a check's due for me for your fame
Mega I hope you blow so I'm saying your name
Hoes play your position 'cause you'll never be king
Even Jigga want the crown, honestly poor thing
I'm representing Queensbridge U S A
Where two SK's go off every day new flesh lay
All you little roaches and rats
Besides my man Ricky, Nas the true ruler is back, so haters say

They say the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but weak niggas kill it
So they say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah this is the time we destroy and rebuild it
They say, the bridge is over, the bridge is over
Nah we the strongest hood but it's this cowards they kill us

{So now they say the bridge is over my dick, bridge'll never be over
Long as I'm alive and breathing, Braveheart to the graveyard
I'm the William Wallace of this shit
Ayo P, Prodigy I got love for you man, I love you man
You know what I'm saying, just get them unloyal niggas
From out your circle, you can't save everybody
Niggas invited you to the hood, rep it right my nigga
Be untouchable my nigga, so it be Mobb for life for real}

{And thats real, ayo nature I can't hold your hand through this shit man
I'm not your father man, be your own man, stand on your own two
I believe in you, believe in yourself nigga or don't even rep this man
Ayo Mega you wanna be a gangsta? There's real gangsta
Shit going on in the streets man, yo niggas is in the grind
Where you be at man? Niggas be bucking
Why you never bucking, where you be at man?
All of a sudden you the motherfuckin' Neo Brown of the fucking hood
Its disgusting man, stay out the magazines}

{Keep my name out your motherfucking mouth
Theres no more room for jealousy, we destroying and rebuilding
That means the cowards get out and the real niggas stay
Niggas been hating me since I been nine, shining
With suede motherfucking ballets on in silks
I'ma always be the young don, don't be like the niggas on the other side
Hating me 'cause I'm beautiful, real niggas in Queensbridge
You niggas come up and get this money and move on baby, QB}

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Friday, August 13, 2010

Ya Slippin' - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Ya Slippin'
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Krsone Parker

Lyric:
(Yo man, these people around here in '87 just slippin-dough, you know what
I'm sayin? Boogie Down Productions not slippin-dough, so hold ya hands-you
Know what I'm sayin? (word) Yo! What's goin' on? Mr. Magic-you know what
Happened? He slipped on us-he die. Pumpin KISS FM, we rock. To my man DJ
Red Alert- we chillin' (word). Yo man! Yo do, heard about, man, this shit
About this kid-Wearin' the, ah, Jerry Curls, man. Word up! He was slippin'
Yo dough, word up, word up. He had a yellow coat on, but no description was
Given)

Now what you just heard, people, was a little kickin
But let me tell you this while the clock is still tickin
This is the warning, known as the caution
Do not attempt to dis 'cause you'll soften
Just like a pillow, or better yet a mattress
You can't match this style or attack this
While I'm telling you, write on schedule
Fuck with K-R-S and I'll bury you
Deep in the dirt, or sand with a shovel
No fight, no scurry, or scuffle, just muffle
Total domination on stage
Kris is the name, 22 is the age
Those who wanna battle, I know who you are
You got a little girl, you drive a little car
You come into the place with that look on your face
Before you ran the mile, you lost the race
So assume you're doomed when you step in the room
I'll be the witch and you'll be the broom
I'll ride you, guide you into the concrete
I'll slide you to a funky beat
So what do we have here?
A sucka in fear
I snatched your heart
Put it way up on the chart
At ten you're fucked
At nine you suck
At eight you're a sucker
At seven-a mothafucka
At six you're slapped
At five you're just wacked
At four you're lost
At three, you're just soft
At two you're an ass
At one, you're a dick
But before you slip, I'll whip
'Cause homeboy, ya slippin'

(Yo get my slip on, I'm chillin on. A long time, ya see me slip on, crop D
And I'll slip on, everybody-I slip on. Sayin? I'll come back if I miss you
Sayin?)

I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
First a bass, a snare
A little cut over there
I add my name K-R-S
And the shit becomes fresh
I ask Moe and ICU for their thoughts
Layin' down a power play all the suckas are tought
One again, the tactics of original arts
We're gettin' payed to the end 'cause we were down from the start
We're known as Boogie Down Productions, ain't no B-boy stance
Gauranteed to make ya dance, if you give us a chance
We're goin' off and of course all ya suckas are lost
You wanna hear a fresh rhyme? You've come to the source
Because I'm the type of guy who's not put up on a pedestal
Run my rhyme on time and on schedule
One after another, another to the next
Can't rhyme when you're tense, or your muscles won't flex
Check your larynx
It may get lower havin' sex
Or may get higher
When bustin' as a liar
These are the things I teach so be tought
To me you're kinda short, how many battles have you fought?
If you come up with a number, notebook, or list
It just doesn't matter, you can still get dissed
I'm bringin' back that ol' New York rap
That gets you jacked while you're hands still clap
It's funny
Just dissin' you I can make money
But noone's tippin'
My message is simple Ya' slippin

(They slippin'-dough-1987-they spippin', but we goin' all the way to the top
Man (word)-you know what I'm sayin? To my brother KRS-1, you're large, I'm
Sayin, large-everytime, man, large. They're slippin')

E-N-O, S-R-K
When you go through other albums, you're sure to say
Goddam! They all seem to sound alike
Till you hear the crew standin' over in the light
Showing, glowing, on the top growing
The lyrics keep flowing and flowing and just flowing
Just like a river, or better yet a stream
I'm proud to be down with the winning team
So don't ever in your life even think about an arguement
Cuz you'll get walked on like carpet
We'll pick you up, and dust you off
Stamp BDP on you're head and you're off
But you won't even change that to say instead
I'm down cuz I got a BDP on my head
So just before you inherit that ass kicking
I suggest you wake right up cuz ya slippin'
(Yo! They slippin'-dough, they slippin'-dough, they slippin'-word up

Word up
I
Don't care no more, man, I'm commin' out of the shell-dough, they
Slippin'
Man. B-boy Records, Magic, yo all the time they slippin-ya know what
I'm
Saying? This other kid-I don't know what his name is, but you know
What time
It is. (WORD UP!) He's slippin' too (everybody). Slippin', and
Everytime
He do somethin', he's slippin'. Slippin'.)

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