Geek Love - Lyrics - Geek Love [CD SINGLE] - Fan 3

Title: Geek Love
Album: Geek Love [CD SINGLE]
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Jerome L. Wilson, Paul Robb, Curtus Fischer, Adrien Harris, Allison Lurie, Carlos Mandez, Keith Mansfield, Keneth Ponder

Lyric:
With his converse tied real tight he might
Just be my boy always and for all days
The first boy I've known to get straight A's
And appear in everyone of my high school plays
Mozart blastin' from his Volvo
And there's tape on his glasses in charge of hall passes
Not the kinda guy I mostly been with
I go for thug or Abercrombie and Fitch

With a little bit of skater boy here and there
Not a guy who doesn't even show his underwear
When he sags his pants but I wanna go with him
To the school dance and have him be my date
But I'm afraid that he doesn't know how
To move and everybody would flip and have a cow
Now just because he brings his lunch packed
This situation that I'm facing is jacked

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

Now this ain't the description, I saw in my dreams
But they say nothin' is quite like it seems
So even though you see his socks when he walks
And his pants are so tight circulations cut off
I think I should give him a chance
And ignore his metal braces and tight pants
But my friends disagree they disapprove of my plans
To make a move, but it would behoove me

To not pay attention to them my friends
Just don't understand just 'cuz he's not the man
They try to act hard now pretend like they floss
We'll see who's laughin' when my geek is their boss
Maybe he doesn't have experience with dates
But I bet the same thing happened to Bill Gates
So even though he doesn't have Sean Jean or Gerbauds
I got love for my geek I want everyone to know

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him a thing or two
My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him a thing or two

My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
(Pointdexter in da house)
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him a thing or two
(Pointdexter in da house)
My geek is smarter than you, better than you, tighter than you
(Pointdexter in da house)
My geek is smarter than you and I can teach him
(Pointdexter, pointdexter)

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

I wouldn't call him fly suspenders and a bow tie
I wouldn't call him the man but he can still hang with fan

Pointdexter in da house

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Hey Boy - Lyrics - Geek Love [CD SINGLE] - Fan 3

Title: Hey Boy
Album: Geek Love [CD SINGLE]
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Paul Jason Robb, Allison J Lurie

Lyric:
I'm Fan_3 better be sure where to find me, where
I'm at the dance club my girls right behind me
Personality infectious one look can be blinding
Give me a beat, give a seat
Now let me just see you move your feet

What I'm glancing there is many people dancing
Give me a mike, make it sound right
Don't worry I'm here all night

You know I love it when I start to see you dancing
You know I love it when I see you clap your hands and
You know I love it when the beat gets the breaking
You know I love it when your body gets the shaking

Hey boy wanna hang with me, yeah
Hey boy can't you see
If you're lucky I might just wanna date ya
Shake what your momma gave ya

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Geek In The Pink - Lyrics - Mr. A-Z - Jason Mraz

Title: Geek In The Pink
Album: Mr. A-Z
Artist: Jason Mraz
Composer(s): Ian Sheridan, Jason Mraz, Kevin Kadish, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Yo, brotha A to Z
Yo, wussup B
Yo, what time is it?
It's Laundry Day

Do do do
Do do do
Do do do

Well, let the geek in the pink take a stab at it
If you like the way I'm thinkin', baby, wink at it
I may be skinny at times but I'm fat fulla rhymes
Pass me the mic and I'm a grab at it

Well, isn't it delicious, crazy way that I'm kissin'
This baby listen to this, don't wanna miss it while it's hittin'
Sometimes you gotta fit in to get in
But don't ever quit 'cause soon I'm gonna let you in but see

I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
Well, I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

That I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Like the geek in the pink
Well, like the geek in the pink, yeah
The geek in the pink

Well, my relationship fodder, don't mean to bother nobody
But Cupid's automatic, musta fired multiple shots at her
Because she fall in love too often, that's what the matter
At least I'm talkin' about it, keep my pattern of flattery and

She was starin' through the door frame and
Eyeing me down like already a bad boyfriend
Well, she can get her toys outta the drawer then
'Cause I ain't comin' home, I don't need that attention, see

I don't care what she might think about me
She'll get by without me if she wants
Well, I could be the one to take her home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

That I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Hey, baby, look at me, go from zero to hero
You better take it from a geek like me
Well, I can save you from unoriginal dum-dums
Who wouldn't care if you complete him or not

So what I've got, a short attention span, a coke in my hand
Because I'd rather have the afternoon, relaxin' understand
My hip hop and flip-flops, well, it don't stop with the light rock
My shot to mock, you kinda puts me in the tight spot

The hype is nothing more than hoo-ha, so I'm
Developing a language and I'm callin' it my own
So take a peek into the speaker and you'll see what I mean
That on the other side the grass is greener

I don't care what you might think about me
You'll get by without me if you want
I could be the one to take you home
Baby, we could rock the night alone

If we never get down
It wouldn't be a let down
But sugar don't forget
What you already know

I could be the one to turn you out
We could be the talk across the town
Don't judge it by the color, confuse it for another
You might regret what you let slip away

Like the geek in the pink
Well, I'm the geek in the pink ya'll
Geek is the color for power

I'm the geek in the pink
So I'm the geek ya'll, in the pink ya'll
Geek is the color for power
I'm the geek in the pink

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I Hate To See You Baby Doing That Stuff - Lyrics - Lloyd Cole

Title: I Hate To See You Baby Doing That Stuff
Artist: Lloyd Cole
Composer(s): Fred Maher, Lloyd Cole

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Lyric:
I love to see you in your sweater, girl
I love you in your high tall boots
I love to see you in your sweater, girl
Love to see you walking that cute, you know it

I love to see you in your leather skin
Love your lipstick on my sheets
And I love to see you in your alligator shoes
Reciting to me, my poetry, I really do but

I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I hate to see you doing that stuff
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
Really hate to see you doing that stuff

I love you, baby, when you bite my ear
I don't worry about your uptown geek
And I love you, baby, don't you bite your lip
'Cause it's me you talk to in your sleep and

I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I hate to see you doing that stuff
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
Really hate to see you doing that stuff

I love to see you in your sweater, girl
Love your alligator, chic
Et je sais te vois dans ton Christian Lacroix
But I hate to see you walking my street, but

I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
I hate to see you doing that stuff
I hate to see you, baby, doing that stuff
Really hate to see you doing that stuff, ha ha

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Digits - Lyrics - Geek Love [CD SINGLE] - Fan 3

Title: Digits
Album: Geek Love [CD SINGLE]
Artist: Fan 3
Composer(s): Paul Robb, Fred Lipsius, Allison Lurie, David Clayton-Thomas

Lyric:
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?

Just in case, check the pace
I rock this place, so I got in ya face 'cause I got what it takes
I wanna see you back up, don't clean your act up
Walkin' like I own it, now I clean the crap up

Do it, groove it, come on gotta move it
I can see you looking and the calender needs booking
I know you wanna talk, come before I walk
Get it right cream of the crop

I'm having fun, your the one
So let's start dancing, cancel all your plans
And let me know witch way you wanna go
I got crazy flow its a real big blow

And if you got rhythm and your out to kill 'em
Just feel the feeling 'cause your real appealing
Everybody's dancing, making plans
Slip me a napkin' and get to clapping

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?
Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
What's up?

Let me in show that skin, I can see you grin
Your smiling within 'cause you know I'm a sin
How I look? And how I talk?
Your heart when I stole it, now let me consul it

You fold it around me, move on the down beat
Thank God, you found me, I'm glad you don't hound me
Hocas Pocas, I am the focas
Most guys chasin' me like locas

And you keep your distance, you don't loose persistence
I'm feeling what your feeling, jump into the ceiling
I don't know what to think, your buying me a drink
Girl's hearts sink while I'm pretty in pink

But I see you smile, your worth ma while
Want you to a file to add you to the pile
So before we go to the bridgits
It's necessary you give me them digits

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Huh, huh, what's up? What's up?
Huh, huh, a what's, a what's, a what's up?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?
Hi papa, can I get them digits?
Papa, can I get them digits?

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Total Ringo - Lyrics - Happy Mondays

Title: Total Ringo
Artist: Happy Mondays
Composer(s): Gary Whelan, Paul Davis, Mark Day, Shaun Ryder, Paul Ryder

Lyric:
That's sickly clean, this mild and meek
I could launch it with a poker, no danger for a weekend
It opens its mouth, there's no words, just a squeak
I can launch it with a poker, no joker for a weekday

Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger
Here goes a sweet freak

How many fools do you get in the school
Of an English county classroom?
All the things going on inside your bill bong
There's no room, it's just pure art room

You try very hard to get that right
To imitate some kind of life form
A matter of fact, without any tact
You can go on back you, you shouldn't have been burn

Bing bong, no danger
Bing bong, the sweet freak

Diggers mothers, switch on the cooker
Get the hillbillies down , set out to bugger
Sweet freak pen and ink
How do you make a bulldog think?

Happy Christmas, I said, not to speak then
Happy Christmas, when's it's next week then
And you swear, you naughty meathead
What sleeps in your bed, is got to be a geek Ted

Bing bong, the weekday
Bing bong, no danger

How many fools do you get in the schools
Of an English county [Incomprehensible]?
All the things going on inside your built bomb
There's no room, it's just pure art room

Sweet freak, pen and ink
How do we get these [Incomprehensible] dogs to think?
Sweet freak pen and ink
It's dangerous to let the freaky dink in

Chopper up, cooker, give me some smother
I can't stand the thought of the dwarf bein' a mother

Is this love, man, it's pure hate
If you put it on the table, it'll be to late
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
It can't be more simple, it's there on a plate

Is this love man? No it ain't
Is this love, man? No, it's pure hate
Is this love, man?

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Biology - Lyrics - Chemistry - Girls Aloud

Title: Biology
Album: Chemistry
Artist: Girls Aloud
Composer(s): Timothy Martin Powell, Eric Victor Burdon, Giselle Robe Sommerville, Alan Price, Miranda Eleanor D Cooper, Lisa Cowling, Brian Thomas Higgins

Lyric:
Why don't you fool me, feed me
Say you need me without wicked games
Come on and hold me, hug me
Say you love me and not my dirty brain

Why don't you fool me, feed me
Say you need me without wicked games
Come on and hold me, hug me
Say you love me and not my dirty brain

I got one Alabama return
That'll take me far away from you
'Cause when you take me in your arms
I turn to slave but I can't be saved

So I got my Ccappuccino to go
And I?m heading for the hills again
'Cause if we party anymore
We'll start a fire of pure desire

Closer, your minds firing blind with your head
In your face getting red in your heart beats closer
You fall on your knees and the geek at your feet
Says you're neat and the beat gets closer

You dive for the thrill at the kill but your heart?s
Had its fill but it still creeps closer
You wanted to freeze but you're weak in too deep
And the beat and the beat gets closer
Closer, closer, closer, closer, closer, closer, closer

We give it up
And then they take it away
A girl?s got to zip it up
And get her head in the shade

Baby, if we give it up
It's just a matter of time
Before all the heavy stuff
Comes back to bite your behind

You can?t mistake my Biology
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
It's there in our thoughts

The magic number's in front of me
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
So easily caught

You can?t mistake my Biology
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
It's there in our thoughts

We?re gonna cause a controversy
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
So easily caught

Why don't you fool me, feed me
Say you need me without wicked games
Come on and hold me, hug me
Say you love me and not my dirty brain

Why don't you fool me, feed me
Say you need me without wicked games
Come on and hold me, hug me
Say you love me and not my dirty brain

You can?t mistake my Biology
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
It's there in our thoughts

The magic number's in front of me
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
So easily caught

You can?t mistake my Biology
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
It's there in our thoughts

We?re gonna cause a controversy
The way that we talk
The way that we walk
So easily caught

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Miffy'S Simplicity - Lyrics - Regurgitator

Title: Miffy'S Simplicity
Artist: Regurgitator
Composer(s): Benjamin Forder Ely, Martin Albert Lee, Quan Yeomans

Lyric:
I sit and wait until that moment arrives
I'm so excited that I tingle inside
She picks me up in that long white car
We go a-camping and we count all the stars

She drives a Cammy and it's wired for sound
It purrs so sweetly when she puts her foot down
Out to the country where the air is fresh
Just to be with her is just what I like best

I see her pale skin shine in the sun
She's got her 15+ sun blocker on
I can tell you that our love will be strong
After the boys of noise have gone

We're always planning about running away
So we can be together every day
When she's not here I don't know how I survive
I hurt myself 'cos I forget I'm alive

We run and hide from all the other boys
And sit in parks with educational toys
We sit and sip hot water and milk
And talk about how all the blood got spilt

We like to lie in bed and watch the TV
I gasp in awe at Miffy's simplicity
And when the rest is all said and done
I feel so good 'cos she's my geek love

We're always planning about running away
So we can be together every day
When she's not here I don't know how I survive
I hurt myself 'cos I forget I'm alive

We're always planning about running away
So we can be together every day
One day I know that all my dreams will come true
And I'll be rocking in porch rockers with you

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She Won'T Let Me Fucc - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: She Won'T Let Me Fucc
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Hey, sugar, how you doin'?
Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude
What do you mean, 'Where's my girl?'
Probably with your man, can we fuck?

She won't let me fucc
I really need to bust a nut
She won't let me fucc
I really need to bust a nut

Hey, check this out
It's so frustrating being a man
All these sexy women don't understand
Things we need to do, every other day or two
Like take you home, baby and make sweet love to you
But you, you won't let me fucc

She won't let me fucc
(You say the mood ain't right)
I really need to bust a nut
(I know that pussy's tight)
She won't let me fucc
(Give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut

Her heart is still broken
(Poor baby)
Her emotions are sore
(I know what you mean, girl)
She is trying to recover from the man before
(Hey, that's my homeboy, cuz)

Her ex-boyfriend
(Who, Jermaine?)
He probably can't see
(Shake that ass)
That it was easy for him
(Uh, say what?)
But he made is hard for me
(Why, man?)
'Cause she, she won't let me fucc

She won't let me fucc
(Aw, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(You know just what I need)
She won't let me fucc
(Girl, you eatin' all my food, you drinkin' all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut
(You smokin' all my weed)

You rub your ass against me on the disco floor
(Shake that ass)
I asked you for your number and you said, ?Hell, no?
(That's alright, hey, fuck that bitch look at that one over there, cuz)
You always hang around me everyday
Different women wanna kick it but you scare them away

Now I get offended when you come around
'Cause I'm tired of my organs
(Your organs?)
Going up and down
That sucks 'cause she won't let me fucc

She won't let me fucc
(Aw, give it to me baby, give it to me, honey)
I really need to bust a nut
(Don't play with my head again)
She won't let me fucc
(Let me hit it, baby, let me hit it, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Are you a lesbian?)

Oh, let me lick it, baby, let me stick it honey, buccoooc
I'll give you my money
Girl, you can have it all, go ahead and have a ball
If you want, you can take them both, baby

In the year 2000, I see thousands
Of pretty young women I find arousin'
Grocery store shopping, magazine browsin'
Many different ways they keep their hair styles

And full of boredom, I walk toward 'em
Get 'em close to me 'cause I'm supposed to be
Male aggressor, female impresser
Say the right things, possibly undress her

But that's the post game, this is still the pre-game
Silly woman, She-game, baby, what's your name?
Even though I'm a freak, I play it off like a college geek
Crack a smile and politely speak

With intellect to the woman I select
Hoping that she won't detect
My egotistical chauvinistical
Lust, I thrust 'til I scream like Mystical

The wrong message, I hope I'm not sending
Laughing and pretending my dick's not extending
Can't be overzealous, she might discover
She's walkin' away
(Bitch)
Blew my cover

She won't let me fucc
(You know I love you)
I really need to bust a nut
(Please don't change the subject)
She won't let me fucc
(We coulda fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut
(But, but, but, but your telephone number is wrong)

She won't let me fucc
(Girl, you got a lot to give)
I really need to bust a nut
(You dress, you dress, so provocative)
She won't let me fucc
(I can see your lingerie from real far away)
I really need to bust a nut
(Bitch, you must think I'm gay)

Don't make me beg, baby, let me rub your leg
Don't make me cry, look into my eye
Girl, you damn pretty, stop actin' so [unverified]
Put some oil on your titt
Hey, man, I'm up outta here, she don't wanna fuck

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She Won'T Let Me Fuck - Lyrics - Afroman

Title: She Won'T Let Me Fuck
Artist: Afroman
Composer(s): Joseph Foreman

Lyric:
Hey sugar, how you doing, huh
Your pretty face don't match that nasty attitude
What you mean where my girl
Probably with your man
Can we fuck?

She won't let me fuck
(Baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)

She won't let me fuck
(Honey)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)

It's so frustrating, yeah
Being a man
All these sexy women
Don't understand

Things we need to do, yeah
Every other day or two
Like take you home, baby yeah
And make sweet love to you
But you you won't let me fuck

She won't let me fuck
(You say the mood ain't right, uh)
I really need to bust a nut
(I know that pussy's tight)

She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Ohh)

Her heart is still broken
Her emotions are sore
She's trying to recover
From the man before

Her ex-boyfriend
He probably can't see
That it was easy for him
But, uh, he made it hard for me
?Cause she, she won't let me fuck

She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(You know just what I need, yeah)

She won't let me fuck
(Girl, you eating all my food)
(Girl drinking all my beer)
I really need to bust a nut
(You're smoking all my weed, yeah)

You rub your ass against me
On the disco floor
I asked you for your number
And you said hell no

You always hang around me everyday
Different women wanna kick it
But you scare them away

Now I get up ended
When you come around
?Cause I'm tired of my organs
Going up and down
That sucks
?Cause she won't let me fuck

She won't let me fuck
(Oh, give it to me, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Don't play with my head again)

She won't let me fuck
(Let me hit it, baby)
(Yeah, let me hit it, baby)
I really need to bust a nut
(Are you a lesbian)

Oh, let me lick it baby
Yeah, let me stick it, honey
I'll give you my money
Girl, you can have it all
Go ahead and have a ball
If you want you can take ?em both, baby

In the year 2000
I see thousand
Of pretty young women
I found arousin?
Grocery store shoppin?
Magazine browsin?

Many different ways
To keep their hair styles in
Full of boredom
I walk toward ?em

Get ?em close to me
?Cause I'm suppose to be
Male aggressor
Female impresser

Say the right things
Possibly undress her
But that's the post game
This is still the pre game

Silly woman she game
Baby, what's your name
Even though I'm a freak
I play it off like a college geek

Crack a smile and politely speak
With intelligent to the women I select
Hoping that she don't detect
My egotistical chauvinistical lust
I thrust till I scream like Mystikal
Yah!

The wrong message I hope I'm not sendin
Laughin? and pretendin? my dick's not extendin?
Can't be over zealous she might discover
She's walking away, bitch, blew my cover

She won't let me fuck
(You know I love it)
I really need to bust a nut
(Please don't change the subject)

She won't let me fuck
(We could've fucked all night long)
I really need to bust a nut
(But your telephone number is bone)

She won't let me fuck
(Girl, you got a lot to give)
I really need to bust a nut
(You dress so provocative, yeah)

She won't let me fuck
(I can see your lingerie from real far away)
I really need to bust a nut
(Bitch, you must think I'm gay)

Aw, don't make me beg
Baby, let me rub your leg
Don't make me cry
Look into my eyes

Girl you so damn pretty
Stop acting so [unverified]
Let me rub some oil on your ti hahaha
Yo I'm up outta here she don't want to fuck ?cuz

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Baby Phife'S Return - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Baby Phife'S Return
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
The mad man Malik makes MCs run for Milk of Magnesia
Maybe that'll ease ya
Master of this microphone mackin', master as in great
I'll have your brain goin in circles as my style tends to modulate

I'm makin' moves, never movies, that's why y'all MCs lose me
Retrace, won't, so your stubborn like groupies
Yeah, you know my flava, I rip this whole jam apart
Fuck around and I have your heart, like Jordan had Starks

While you playin' hokey pokey, there's no time to be dokey
'Cuz I come out to play every night like Charles Oakley
Diss around with wack rhymin'
You lose your grip from chalk climbin'

Let me take this time to say R.I.P. to Phyllis Hyman
Who never got the props that she damn well deserved
But see me, you don't wanna see me, 'cuz all MCs are gettin' served
The nerve, for you to even step to the Phifer

I'll bum rush your set and crush your whole cypher
Reserve, a spot for me in hip hop's hall of fame
'Cuz rappin' ain't no game, big up your head and maintain
Yeah, Queens forever in this piece crushin' any beef

Ain't nuthin' sweet, the bakery's across the fuckin' street
Phife Dawg, swingin' it back and forth just like Aaliyah
Makin' moves on your heart like that trick Tamia
No doubt about it, I love hip hop to death
But yo Tip, bring in the chorus 'cuz I'm losin' my breath

A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens

A, yo, you know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
We got the fiend bumpin' straight from the borough Queens
You know the deal when the diggy Dawg is on the scene
You know the deal, ha, you know the deal

Big up pop Duke, that's where I caught my athleticism
My mama, no doubt, that's where I got my lyricism
My nana, that's where I got my spiritualism
As for Tip and Shah, they made me stop from smokinizm

Now, when I'm with some cheese, I be lettin' off gism
Writin' rhymes since Daddy Kane and Biz Mark was on Prism
I gotta brave heart like the one named Shirley Chisholm
As for my late twin, boy, I wish I was with him

Got the Lightro in the back talkin' 'bout come on, get him
And when it comes to rhymes, no doubt, I flip 'em
Sucka MC in my path, hey mate, I say we ship him
Money please, your rhymes are wack, say word, this geek is trippin'

Just because my name is Phife, my man, I'm never slippin'
I got the type of flave to have your ass straight bitchin'
For those who act cute, see I got them on mute
Have you walkin' through your projects in your birthday suit

'Cuz your style is off loot, so I played him like a flute
If youse a sucka MC, then it's you I rebuke
My style is, everday all day, similar to water
Crushin' MCs as if my name was Sargent Slaughter

Keep shit hotter than a sauna or better yet
The hormones on your Christian daughter, hey, I tried to warn her
My sounds the type to thrill, like the grill on Lauryn Hill
So all ya sucka MCs, y'all best go chill

'Bout to go to Union Square just to see my care bear
Singin' good stuff in my ear, runnin' fingers through my hair
Represent the Zulu Nation with illy rap creations
Just keep shit hotter than Death Row, Bad Boy confrontations
Chillin' with Fudge Love because he represents the Haitians
You know I mean

Word up, I just wanna big up everybody
For supportin' A Tribe Called Quest through the years
This be the fourth LP, you know what I'm sayin'?
Tip, Shaheed and Phife, Beats, Rhymes and Life

Featurin' my man, you know what I'm sayin'? Cons to the quence
192 is the area where we represent, for the ladies and gents, ha ha
You know what I'm sayin? Big up Shaheed Muhammad, that's my man
Christine, you know what I'm sayin', word life

The Abstract Poetic, rockin' this track
Bouncin' it all over the place, up in your face
You know what I'm sayin'? My man Lightro
My man ZigZag [Incomprehensible] enough inspiration
You know I mean [Incomprehensible]

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Suzy Is A Headbanger - Lyrics - The Huntingtons

Title: Suzy Is A Headbanger
Artist: The Huntingtons
Composer(s): John Cummings, Douglas Colvin, Thomas Erdelyi, Jeffrey Hyman

Lyric:
Ohh, whee, do it one more time for me
Ohh, whee, do it one more time for me

Can't stop, stop that girl
There she goes again
I really really love to watch her
Watch her head banging

Suzy is a head banger
Her mother is a geek
Do it one more time for me

Head banger

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What Can U Do - Lyrics - Down for Life - D4l

Title: What Can U Do
Album: Down for Life
Artist: D4l
Composer(s): Carlos Walker, Lefabian Williams, Dennis Butler, Adrian Parks, Ali Jones, Corey Way

Lyric:
Hey world, I can do it too
D4L, I can do it too
Bankhead, I can do it too
ATL, I can do it too

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

I can do it wit no hands, I can stand on one toe
Oh, I can lean wit it, rock wit it, bitch, I'm Fa-bo
You don't wanna see fo'-fo'
Don't test D4L, whole Bankhead we ready to go
When real killas at yo do', give up the blow, Mook-B

I was born in mackin', live it at times shawty was low
In the 'hood, I was the mark and I stunt 'cause I smoke 'dro
What can u do, oh, I can do it too
Get loose, pop 1, pop 2, I'm still goin', you through

What's happenin', what's up? I need gray goose off in my cup
And the geek just kicked in, can you do it like a truck?
I gotta see my doctor 'cause it's hard on the battlefield
That's why I keep my black shield 'cause God say don't kill

But know that we real when we come through
Got to scope in my demon to hunt you
Got a plot and a scheme to confront you
Swung on the big money, gotta 1, 2

All my niggaz on the block gon' roll
All my niggaz on the block gon' smoke
Strap-up, Stuntman, let's go
We're deep, we're deep
(Oh, oh, oh)

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

Whatever you do, I can do, bet y'all niggaz can't stunt like me
Hollywood Courts, nigga that's so true
Ain't no tellin' what the stunt might do
Whole car built wit big ole rims, now I got 'em lookin' like
Neva seen a Dodge Magnum wit emory in the head lights

Damn right, I buy real good
Trap that good in my neighborhood
Cross my heart and hope to die
Oh, my Lord, stay mack so fly

Why ask why? D4L, we'll neva die, fa real though
Still got a house on the hill, ho
Whatever y'all did, we can do it, folk

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

Flip day, yay, sell dem P's, I can do it too
You can buy that pussy and spoil that ho, I'ma leave that shit to you
You keep it real, stay sucker free, I do the same, too
I rep that Barn-Holms [Incomprehensible], nigga ask about Mook

You hatin' on D4L, nigga, motherfuck you
That's why yo girl and yo kids love the whole crew
We keep dem hits bangin' like we rockin' red and blue, hey
Trill gangsta niggaz, that ain't scared to damn shoot, hey

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh
What can u do, oh, I can do it too, oh

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Pretty Pathetic - Lyrics - Ataris

Title: Pretty Pathetic
Artist: Ataris
Composer(s): Josh Caterer

Lyric:
You should've heard me sobbing
As I drove home at night
Got into bed and stayed there
For days, I just laid there, having been
Permanently changed but we won't get into that now
Let's take it from the start

You should've seen me smiling
Like the world was mine
She used to call me baby, softly, sometimes
But if I dwell on those days too long
I feel like my life is over and that's no good
So let's move on

To the part where where I begin to sense her distance
I panic and hold on tighter
That makes it worse
How am I supposed to take it when she says
This is something I'm going through
It's got nothing to do with you

I had a special evening all planned out
Desperately determined to reignite
Some spark between us, she had to feel something for me
A love as strong as ours doesn't just go away
Can't just turn it off, unless she was lying all those times
But I don't think so, I really don't think so

The way she used to look at me
Made me a thousand feet high
The meaning of the word cool
Not the same geek who fumbled
With his words that night
The ugliest night

I said some pretty awkward things
I got the feeling that she felt sorry for me
I should've seen it was hopeless and left it alone
But I had to go on embarrassing myself

I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly

I must've sounded pretty pathetic I know
That's why I don't blame her for what she said
But listen to me rambling
We don't know each other that well
But you're so easy to talk to

I feel I could tell you almost anything
I hope I haven't put you off
I have a tendency to do that
Why don't I just be quiet?

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Pretty Pathetic - Lyrics - Smoking Popes

Title: Pretty Pathetic
Artist: Smoking Popes
Composer(s): Josh Caterer

Lyric:
You should've heard me sobbing
As I drove home at night
Got into bed and stayed there
For days, I just laid there, having been
Permanently changed but we won't get into that now
Let's take it from the start

You should've seen me smiling
Like the world was mine
She used to call me baby, softly, sometimes
But if I dwell on those days too long
I feel like my life is over and that's no good
So let's move on

To the part where where I begin to sense her distance
I panic and hold on tighter
That makes it worse
How am I supposed to take it when she says
This is something I'm going through
It's got nothing to do with you

I had a special evening all planned out
Desperately determined to reignite
Some spark between us, she had to feel something for me
A love as strong as ours doesn't just go away
Can't just turn it off, unless she was lying all those times
But I don't think so, I really don't think so

The way she used to look at me
Made me a thousand feet high
The meaning of the word cool
Not the same geek who fumbled
With his words that night
The ugliest night

I said some pretty awkward things
I got the feeling that she felt sorry for me
I should've seen it was hopeless and left it alone
But I had to go on embarrassing myself

I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly
I miss what we had, I need you so badly

I must've sounded pretty pathetic I know
That's why I don't blame her for what she said
But listen to me rambling
We don't know each other that well
But you're so easy to talk to

I feel I could tell you almost anything
I hope I haven't put you off
I have a tendency to do that
Why don't I just be quiet?

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