God! Show Me Magic - Lyrics - Super Furry Animals

Title: God! Show Me Magic
Artist: Super Furry Animals
Composer(s): Huw Bunford, Guto Pryce, Dafydd Ieuan, Gruff Rhys, Cian Ciaran

Lyric:
I had a soul transplant operation
'Coz my bypass didn't function
So now, I'm keepin' on my toes
'Til I see your one man show

Show me magic
Show me magic
Show me magic
Show me mad

Wouldn't it be nice to know
What the paper doesn't show?
What the TV doesn't say
And what my hamster's ate today?

Show me magic
Show me magic
Show me magic
Show me mad

God, show me magic
God, show me magic
God, show me magic
God, show me mad

Show me magic
Show me magic
Show me magic
Show me magic

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I'Ll Show You - Lyrics - Full Circle - Boyz Ii Men

Title: I'Ll Show You
Album: Full Circle
Artist: Boyz Ii Men
Composer(s): Paul Allen, James Lorell Moss

Lyric:
What is love?
That I'm deserving now
That you would give to me exclusively
To have and to hold selfishly

I said if I should try to share with you a life
And with all I am and I
I'll show you that magic is still alive
Yes, I will
And I promise you I die that I won't let go
Of your heart that's in my hands

Darling let me know
There's anything your heart needs
I'll work vigorously
Just to keep you happy
Just let me know
If there's a dream you should ever seek
I'll make reality
Say I do and I'll show you

The finer thing's in life
I'll even take you on a carpet ride
All across your mind
And we'll fly across blue skies and crystal lights

'Cause you're the twinkle in my eye
Sometimes just lookin' at you makes me cry
Oh, I, I thank you god for two lives unified
No matter love me, yeah
You're the missing link that makes my life complete
And the honey

Darling let me know
There's anything your heart needs
I'll sail from sea to sea
Just to keep you happy
Just let me know
If there's a dream you should ever seek
I'll make reality
Say I do and I'll show you

There is no mountain that we cannot move, yeah
There is no flower that our love cannot grow
There is no hill that our pride cannot climb
We'll last and last forever
Body and soul

Darling let me know
There's anything your heart needs
I'll work vigorously, oh yes, I will
To make you happy
Just let me know
If there's a dream you should ever seek, yeah
I'll make reality, yeah
Say I do when I'll show you
Say I do when I'll show you

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Work It - Lyrics - God's Plan - 50 Cent

Title: Work It
Album: God's Plan
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Jerry Landis, Paul Simon, Christoper Stein, Joseph Ward Simmons, Curtis James Jackson, Melissa A Elliott, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive
(Come on)

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

Unh, yeah
Now, Missy, she too much for me
(I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me, eat me
Now my baby mama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me

She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like what
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 truck

I've got the magic stick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry

I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching, ching, jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club

I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the herb on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ovah

Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha

See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go, wa ta ta

Ra ta ta ta, ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it, I need a glass of wat ah
Boy, oh, boy, it's good to know ya

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, let's make a toast ah
Lets get drunk, its gon' bring us close ah

Don't I look like a Halle Berry post ah?
See dem Belvedere playin' tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nevah
You won't find a bitch that's even bettah

I make it hot as Las Vegas weath ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want

I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk

Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Thanga thang, thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash

If it's nine to five or shakin' ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just 'cause I got a lot of fame supah

Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin', "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor

Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even mattah
Why you act dumb like ugh, duh

So you act dumb like ughh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

To my fellas, ooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God

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Which Way To Happy - Lyrics - The Magic Numbers - Magic Numbers

Title: Which Way To Happy
Album: The Magic Numbers
Artist: Magic Numbers
Composer(s): Romeo Stodart

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Lyric:
Wake up your sleepy head to come a-crawling
The last on the road will be first to be heard
Tell me a joke and I will love you
Pour me a drink and I'm yours

I couldn't lie to anyone, who's ever felt sure
Of a real life romance
There's no beaten cause, surrounding me now
There's no bleeding heart

And I don't wanna know you right now
Make time to show me your scars
And which way to happy and which way to hell
For I think, I lost direction when you threw me out of bed

Well, are you sure there's a heaven?
For I'd rather be, a bad, bad oh

I wish, I was in a suitcase on my way back home
To you there's a light in there
I keep on talking to myself
God, can you hear me?

There's no beaten cause, surrounding me now
There's no bleeding heart

And I don't wanna know you right now
Let's walk the water to help heal the love
For all we can take was what you'd just written of
The dawn of the dances are which you was and which you were and all

Who's dancing now?
Well, it's too late to learn, too late, too late
Too late to learn
Oh, it's too late to learn, too late, too late

I don't wanna have to be the one that has to lose you
No, I don't wanna have to be the one that has to lose you
No, I don't wanna have to be the one that has to lose you
And I don't wanna have to be the one that has to lose you, no, no

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Pick Up The Phone - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Pick Up The Phone
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Christopher Bria Bridges, Rashawna Guy, A Wilson, Pharrell Williams, Zukhan Bey, Michael L Tyler

Lyric:
{One more again
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand}

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

On a handstand
On my American bandstands
Summersaults cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick-dick gettin' outta control-trol
Oh no keep goin' till a nigga like me say stop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it drop
Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris
I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss

Do your stretches don't pull no hamstrings
You got me movin' in fact you doin' the damn thang
Stronger muscles exercise every body your body hurts
Let's do this sweatin' thank God your bath and body works
I like a woman that makes her own dough don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt
Lip gloss traces you're pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like woah

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

I'mma send a chapter to this pussy poppin' legacy
Tryin' ta be that bitch can't no bitches don't fuck wit me
When I pop that Cris I'm on that business and bubbly
When I'm in that 6 wit 20's spinin' I'm luxury
'Cuz I got that head game
Fuckin' up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty

Better get yo' man shawty
Fo' he end up tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I break it down for you bitches, it's so exquisite
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit them money stacks

Break in wit that pussy poppin'
That pussy droppin' to the floe
And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin' mo'
Wit out that doe popi ain't nuttin' happen
'Cuz that's the show I'm from go jukin' that pussy poppin'
Stoppin' that pussy droppin' gone

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Every time we hit the club
We at least 50 deep
Smokin' purple po and grichi got everybody keyed
In the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
That hoe poppin' droppin' god-damn shawty who is this

Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
I'm sittin' slouched back in the chair stuntin' waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin' a derrierre for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was Strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle o' mo
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here you deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down ass up hoe hands on those

Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seizure
Either magic or please us
Find me spending G's up
Maxin' out my Visa
Trickin' on strip teasers

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

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P-Poppin' - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: P-Poppin'
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Christopher Bria Bridges, Rashawna Guy, A Wilson, Pharrell Williams, Zukhan Bey, Michael L Tyler

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Lyric:
{One more again
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand}

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

On a handstand
On my American bandstands
Summersaults cartwheels bitch just keep on dancing
Chinese splits-splits slide on down that pole-pole
And feel this dick-dick gettin' outta control-trol
Oh no keep goin' till a nigga like me say stop
Let it kiss the sky and then make it drop
Tuck and twist if you don't like it you can fuck Cris
I'm rubbin' clicks so stay in catch don't try to duck and miss

Do your stretches don't pull no hamstrings
You got me movin' in fact you doin' the damn thang
Stronger muscles exercise every body your body hurts
Let's do this sweatin' thank God your bath and body works
I like a woman that makes her own dough don't need a lot of help
But your heart'll melt if I put a thousand in your garter belt
Lip gloss traces you're pierced in 11 places
And your lips down town just made some familiar faces like woah

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

I'mma send a chapter to this pussy poppin' legacy
Tryin' ta be that bitch can't no bitches don't fuck wit me
When I pop that Cris I'm on that business and bubbly
When I'm in that 6 wit 20's spinin' I'm luxury
'Cuz I got that head game
Fuckin' up that bed frame
But don't get me wrong now shawty gon' let that led hang
Better learn that game shawty

Better get yo' man shawty
Fo' he end up tamed and be gone all in the brain shawty
This here be futuristic
This business so explicit
The way I break it down for you bitches, it's so exquisite
Let it go now front back watch me drop it like that
Show me where that money at
Boy come wit them money stacks

Break in wit that pussy poppin'
That pussy droppin' to the floe
And got these niggas slobbin' he wantin' mo'
Wit out that doe popi ain't nuttin' happen
'Cuz that's the show I'm from go jukin' that pussy poppin'
Stoppin' that pussy droppin' gone

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Every time we hit the club
We at least 50 deep
Smokin' purple po and grichi got everybody keyed
In the club 7 days a week party be be off in this bitch
That hoe poppin' droppin' god-damn shawty who is this

Redbone wit a scorpio tatted on her tummy
I'm sittin' slouched back in the chair stuntin' waving money
And shawty start zig zaggin' a derrierre for me
A bowlegged darbreded said her name was Strawberry
Up her pussy shawty pushed in a whole bottle o' mo
Reached in my pocket grabbed a G and then threw it on the floe
Here you deserve this doe now jump on stage and work the pole
Face down ass up hoe hands on those

Now pop that coochie you know the procedure
If you want this cash gotta make that ass shake like a seizure
Either magic or please us
Find me spending G's up
Maxin' out my Visa
Trickin' on strip teasers

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy pussy poppin'
Head down pussy poppin' on a handstand

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Resurrector - Lyrics - W.A.S.P.

Title: Resurrector
Artist: W.A.S.P.
Composer(s): Steve Duren

Lyric:
Fall before me and bring me love
In here we are all pagan
Naked celebrations of

Oh, we are the dark descending
Feel the magic, the never ending son
Hey, we're going the lost ascending
Last of Eden, never ending heathen love

Show me your blind submissive love
Ooh, paint my name across
Your face in everlasting blood

Won't you come to me?
Don't you believe in your God of love?
I'm your God you need
I'll give you heathen love

Oh, won't you believe
I come to breathe life into your doves?
And I'll make you see
Make all believe neon

Change us all forever
Claim us all for life
Take us all to your heaven
Change us all for love

Won't you come to me?
Don't you believe in your God of love?
I'm your God you need
I'll give you heathen love

Oh, won't you believe
I come to breathe life into your doves?
And I'll make you see
Make all believe neon

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Ghost Deini - Lyrics - Supreme Clientele - Ghostface Killah

Title: Ghost Deini
Album: Supreme Clientele
Artist: Ghostface Killah
Composer(s): J Brand, Dennis David Coles, Robert F. Diggs, Michael Masser, M Mcdonald, Super

Lyric:
In an enemy land
Ack, just by destroying starks enterprises
We could cripple their national defense
So you professor Finkle, the world's greatest expert on electricity
Must devise the destruction of starks' mighty guardian, Ironman

Yo, summer time holdin' the 9, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff grass
Bank stoppin', high-derox hydrolic
The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars

Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake, activate
Fuck your corny debates, I'm like cake or maybe like 10,000 dollar rabbits
The kid walked thru, switch up his accent now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, frozen element, sea gal

Signs from the most high causes me to break them all
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinkin'? You think I fell off the ledge?
The legendary ghost Deini might be dead?

Never, impossible, pull out black burners like tonsils
To gallants, hit 'em if we go to bustin' at y'all niggas daily
Wall-to-wall, Hawkins suckin' your teeth 'cuz God chain-talkin'

Like ghostface this, ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now his revelations spoken thru rap
Valored down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline cream wrapped in hospital bands

Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me against Housin
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick Douglas
You know what? Eh yo, fuck this

Eh yo, how can I move the crowd?
First of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it together
It's simple ain't it, well, quite clever

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of mine
You stood for somethin', ugh
Tupac, Biggie, oh how we miss you so
We want y'all both to know we really love you so

Eh yo, I'm Gucci down
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get down
Don't speak much, deluxe plush

Imaginations holdin' all like Willie hutch
You might've bumped into me on the riker's bus
Weed in my teeths, jem in my beauty sleep, sleeve
Dead serious, knowledge by 2 percent triple geese

Come on, we juggle mic's
We come on all the amps, advance to the final
Show these niggas how the way we dance
Hot night, Jamaica

Came thru in a boger green '68 pacer
Had mad paper, high as a fuck
Truck, 2 rappers got stuck that night
I ain't sayin' no names
They know who, thank you for the change

Outdoor event, new year's eve, Cali weed
30 seconds till we tear and decease
Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the crowd
The hoe spotted me, he knew not to call my name out

He walked off softly, we exactly formed like Christ and His Disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced Dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit shook, you favorite rapper's droppin' they drinks
On the low, tuckin' they links, we made 80 off the books

It's like '86, Magic Johnson, no disrespect
My metaphors'll keep out the projects
Rap connects'll keep me correct
Eh yo, I wrote this on Donnie Roof

After his funeral, on one knee thinkin' his killer's followin' me
So to my nigga Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns, aids all these obstacles
It's hard to make it nowadays watch the devil in it

Some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smokin' cause cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginnin' 'cuz that's how they rewind

Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine and we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me some motherfuckin' Cognac, I kill you
I can't feel you ain't in my senses and you ain't in my dollars
I fuck with rock wilders, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost Deini

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I Smoke, I Drank - Lyrics - Roy Jones Jr.

Title: I Smoke, I Drank
Artist: Roy Jones Jr.
Composer(s): Awood Magic Johnson

Lyric:
I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID
Sure y'all don't try me it's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag that glock in the Cutlass

Nigga I'm always hustlin' and yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P

With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers

We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I ain't got nuthin' but dick for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin' to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco

Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga

That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half [unverified]
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked
(Bucked)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably 'cause we too fucked up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look

I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron
(That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my girl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile
(Crocodile)

And I'll serve ya, see Lil Boosie from that South Side
(That South Side)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel
(Cowel)

I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black Nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim, and that's for real
(Rest In Peace)
So in your memory I pop a pill, [unverified] the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level

That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'ma put two labels on my back and start walking
(Start walking)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug, with my thugs
(I thug, my thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club that's what's up nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

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I Smoke, I Drank (Remix) - Lyrics - Roy Jones Jr.

Title: I Smoke, I Drank (Remix)
Artist: Roy Jones Jr.
Composer(s): Awood Magic Johnson

Lyric:
I smoke, I drink
B-Doctor, let's welcome 'em to the Vault baby
Do it big nigga, do it big nigga
Do it big nigga, stupid ass nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

So many ways to get paid better, keep, fake, ID
Sure y'all don't try me it's murder, I'm a server
Lyric life sentence relentless, a menace to society
Full of robberies so [unverified] it, I hop in the bubble
Wrap the Beretta wit a rag that glock in the Cutlass

Nigga I'm always hustlin' and yea, round the Cadillacs
The alibam's a must
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Crimey and grimey weed smuckers
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
Money and weed, you know my mind see on the Don Don P

With Mr. Magic and Traffic blowin' some bomb weed
(Uh-huh, yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers

We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
Or like my nigga Pete, but Uncle Pete
Or my partner Moe Pete, and Low Key nigga, you know me man
It ain't no thang to [unverified] it back and make you shake thug bang
Grab the weed, rhyming the coke name nigga, what's up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I ain't got nuthin' but dick for you hoes
I won't trick, I ain't sick for you hoes
I ain't got nuthin' to give to no nigga
Deal wit no nigga, chill wit no nigga
I'ma keep a stack of that funny smelling tobacco

Pistol in my hand, nigga ready to act a
God damn fool, ignorant muthafucka bout to lose my cool
Let me smoke a goose so I can calm my nerves
Find me a duck, get some head in the Burb
I'ma fool on them hoes nigga

That's my word, show me a dime and I'm bet I'm gettin served
Everybody know me probably saw me half [unverified]
Drunk, high in the club bout to get it hot
Louisiana nigga, down here we getting bucked
(Bucked)
And if we ain't fighting, it's probably 'cause we too fucked up

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

I do it big
Lil Boosie do it big boy
Feel this here, check this out
Look

I smoke, I drank, I tote that iron
(That iron)
Eyes stay red, and my girl stay fine
I'ma problem child, I know you heard
I ain't no turtle, I'ma crocodile
(Crocodile)

And I'll serve ya, see Lil Boosie from that South Side
(That South Side)
In they mouth got bout five
Got them Tees with dem Ree's wit dem black and white cowel
(Cowel)

I want Ashanti, Beyonce and Trina
So I could hit her from the back, like I do my black Nina
I miss my nigga Soulja Slim, and that's for real
(Rest In Peace)
So in your memory I pop a pill, [unverified] the steel
If you don't like it you could take it to that level

That go the mo light, mo won't you come and meet the Devil
Look, I'ma put two labels on my back and start walking
(Start walking)
And it ain't in six states now I got everybody talking
Look, and I thug, with my thugs
(I thug, my thugs)
We getting paid from the block to the club that's what's up nigga

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I smoke, I drank
(Yea, yea)
I'm supposed to stop but I can't
(Uh-huh)
I'ma dog, I love hoes
(Yea, yea)
And I'm addicted to money, cars and clothes
Do it big then

I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga
I do it big nigga

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Byob - Lyrics - Hustlenomics - Yung Joc

Title: Byob
Album: Hustlenomics
Artist: Yung Joc
Composer(s): Jasiel Robinson

Lyric:
Joc, Joc don't stop, oh my God, you're so hot
Catch me on your block with 4 glocks and 4 shots
Bet you niggas know not, try me like a hoe not
Niggas run in, kick the door, fuck a door knock

Gotta make the quarter, I mix it with the soda
I chop the dope and sell it with the Razor Motorola
Hold up 'fore I have to load up, hollow tips as they explode up
Leave you pussy niggas wet as chocha stankin? with the odor

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

Yeah, Yung Joc so jiggy, Learjet to your city
Monday night, Magic City, thunderstorm when I'm tippin?
Ice game, Super Nifty, super kush, two for fifty
Fat boy yellin? out, pop bottles 'til I'm tipsy

I like my chick booty big-o, lay my head on them big ole's
Put her on her tiptoes, I get up in the middle
I don't wine them, dine them, or rest have 'em
I'm the number 1 playboy, I press play and

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

Party like a rock star, better yet, block bar
Lighter to the ceiling, grab a beer, pop the top boy
I.F. so clear, freezer burn both ears
Elders say, oh dear, when they hear I'm near

Rubber burn, first gear, platinum on my first year
Wood on my sheer, put my wood all in her grill
Roof on fire, sound the alarm
We don't need water, let the motherfucker burn

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

5 4 3 2, R 2 D 2
Let me see your robot, a little dance that we do
High right, low left, I'm hype with no help
On cloud 9, heart racin? like Corvette

I need a material girl in a material world
Give me slim on the backseat of my Imperial, girl
Go and show me what you work with, girl, that's a perfect fit
Hold up, stop, it hurts when you twist it

Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, alright
Bring your own beer to the party, motherfuckers
?Cause I heard you came to have a good time, alright

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)

Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go)
Alright, alright, alright, alright
(Ah, let's go, motherfucker)

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I Need You - Lyrics - Mended - Marc Anthony

Title: I Need You
Album: Mended
Artist: Marc Anthony
Composer(s): Mark Cory Rooney

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Lyric:
From the day that I met you, girl, I knew that your love would be
Everything that I ever wanted in my life
From the moment you spoke my name, I knew everything had changed
Because of you I felt my life would be complete

Oh baby, I need you for the rest of my life
Girl, I need you to make everything right
Girl, I love you and I'll never deny that I need you

Nothing matters but you, my love, and only God above
Would be the one to know exactly how I feel
I could die in your arms right now knowing that you somehow
Would take my soul and keep it deep inside your heart

Oh baby, I need you for the rest of my life
Girl, I need you to make everything right
Girl, I love you and I'll never deny that I need you

Girl, your love to me feels just like magic
When you smile you have total control
You have power like nothing I felt before
I've let all of my feelings show
'Cause I want you to know that I need you

I need you for the rest of my life
Girl, I need you, say that you'll be my wife
Oh, I love you, won't you marry me, marry me? I need you

Oh, I need you for the rest of my life
Oh, I need you, won't you marry me, marry me? I
I really need, baby, I need you
Girl, I really need, I need you
Girl, I really need, I need you, need you, baby

Oh, baby, I need you
Girl, I really need you, need you
Babe, oh baby, won't you marry me?
Oh, won't you marry me, marry me? I love you
Oh, I need you

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Growin' Up - Lyrics - Laugh Now, Cry Later - Ice Cube

Title: Growin' Up
Album: Laugh Now, Cry Later
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Richard Rudolph, Kenny St Lewis, O'Shea Jackson, Gene Dozier, Minnie Riperton

Lyric:
Ha ha, that's my shit
Turn it up
Uh, yeah

I hear a beat like this and think about growin' up
House parties with gangbangers showin' up
Represent your hood, everybody throw it up
They say, Cube, get on the mic, nigga, blow it up

I used to be lyrical, political
But now you want it sugarcoated, like cereal
First I met Dre, then I met Yella
Dr. Dre made me rap acapella

Me and Jinx did a show at Dudo's
With K-Dee, I think it was two shows
Then Dre introduced me to E
Cruisin' down the street in his red Jeep

He said, "Yo, niggaz, we should flip it like this
'Cause them 'Boyz N the Hood' like the gangsta shit"
I put the pen to the pad, young nigga was raw
And told the world how we felt about the law
It was real

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I see the happiness, all day, every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

Oh, shit, it's N.W.A.
Them niggaz on tour and they comin' our way
Little Eminem is still tucked away
In that trailer park, just bumpin' our tape

Jerry Heller tried to make his escape
I had to bounce, while other niggaz got raped
Same niggaz turned around and said fuck me
No, fuck you, 'cause I'm down with Chuck D

And I'm 'bout to do a movie up, a classic
When I hit the screen, nigga, it was magic
Never thought I'd see Eazy in a casket
Thanks for everythang, that's on everythang

I learned a lot of game from you
I like your son, he got his name from you
I tell him everythang that he need to know
If he ask my advice, I won't think twice, homey

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I see the happiness, all day, every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

From 'Boyz N the Hood', to XXX, too
Everybody wanna know my next move
Fans all around say, "We love you, Cube"
I wanna take time to say, I love you, too

I love all my fans 'cause they know I'm a man
And not a little boy or some fuckin' play toy
A lot of niggaz say, I grew up on you
And let me know if anybody fuck wit'chu

'Cause you talk a lot of shit about the red, black and blue
And how they treat a nigga called Katrina, did you see her?
White folks worry 'bout them fuckin' misdemeanor
While black people dyin' in that God damn arena

Just because I'm actin', nigga, never stop rappin'
It's in my blood, homey, I'ma keep the party crackin'
Money keep stackin 'til they put me in a casket
Who you think you fuckin' wit? Here's another classic

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I see the happiness, all day, every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

I'm Ruthless, I'm Ruthlesso
Street Knowledge, Lench Mob
Westside, uh

I see the happiness, all day every day
I see the pain
Where am I? Growin' up in the hood
Back down memory lane

Uh, that shit, huh

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Candy Paint - Lyrics - Too $Hort

Title: Candy Paint
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Torrance Scott, Todd Shaw, Quinton Banks, Eric Breed

Lyric:
You know we ridin', yeah we ridin'
I got my nigga MC Breed in the house
Big Baller, what you ridin' boy, what you ridin'?

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

What can you ask for than just to be professional
When rap is my collateral, for this cash flow
I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
To be respected for the past and the present

Uh, and show my ass at every session
(Yeah)
And sure enough, 'm gettin' closer to my destin'
(What?)
(Nigga, Breed you ain't shit)
No interruptions only testin'
(But I do)

Uh, prove that I'm smooth with an aseditive
Bumpin' just a little bit better than my competitor
Hard you better than, you ain't gotta say it is
Everyday that's the way it is, keep it Manist

Back for some of that, Breed when the funk shit
All up in yo' ass and get cash yo' ass bump this
Bob and weave MCs never could handle me
Thinkin' bout' changin' my name to Scandal-la, you follow

Now get the paper with my motto them niggas need to get in position
And go on and hate me if you gotta
Gotta meal won't you have a plate, I'll have you wait
Go on and sit inside my Lincoln while I navigate

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

Mackin' in my lac and when I stack 'em in the back
I don't give them bitches slack, 'cause if she's in my Cadillac
She'll be giving up the crack tryin' get a niggas scratch
When she suck a million dicks the bitch'll get a platinum plack

I said, ?Biatch, that's what I said when I grabbed
Her pony tail and she was givin' me head?
I said, ?Biatch, you know what's up I put my dick
In my draws' and zipped my jeans up?

And instantly, you finna' see how pimpishly
I get these hoe's in the streets
You niggas killin' me, you ain't feelin' me?
The bitch got you burnin' smokin' penicillin weed

Or dip yo' dick in some Hennessey
You'll be a God damned fool if you listen to me
I tell you shit that you can't believe
I got the bad ass bitches and they stankin' free

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

I told Breed these young niggas think we gettin' old
I seen 'em gettin' gas down on Cascade Road
Still makin' money in these new days
Used to have sky pagers now we got two-ways

We dipped to my house and let the beat crank
So many placks on the wall you can't see the paint
But it's loud, you know how wild your friends get
Ballin' so long been through three body styles and big Benz's

If I cut it, in the garage
I'll make the bitch think I'm the Wizard of Oz
Click yo' heels three times you swear you seen magic
Now she's a star, she used to be a maget

Her pussy went platinum, that's what I heard
Like when I'm rappin', you never get enough of my word
I'm in my third decade of gettin' paid to rap
Back in the day my tapes stained the deck

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

I got some candy paints sittin' on these
Platinum pieces and some hoe's from over seas
A mansion, a yacht, and some G's
Everything about you, thousand motto nigga, yeah
Can't even tell you what I make a year

This shit bumpin' mine ain't it, oh you gotta be riders
If you wanna bum, this Short dog shit
You can't be in no little bullshit ass car with no bullshit system
What you ridin' nigga, you got candy? You got rims nigga?
Yo' beat ain't bumpin' nigga, this shit bumpin', turn that shit up, biatch

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Sunshine - Lyrics - New Danger - Mos Def

Title: Sunshine
Album: New Danger
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): James Rado, Gerome Ragni, Galt Mac Dermot, Dante Smith, Marcus Eion, Michael Sandison, Kanye West

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Lyric:
(Let the sun shine)
Yeah, yeah, it's a brand new day, y'all
(Let the sun shine)
Turn me up in the top a little bit, dog
Want you to know, want you to hear this one
(The sun's shinin')
Loud an' clear, bright an' early, listen

I don't hate players, I don't love the game
I'm the shot clock, way above the game
To be point blank with you, mother fuck the game
I got all this work on me, I ain't come for play

You can show the little shorties how you pump an' fake
But dog, not to Def, I'm not impressed
I'm not amused, I'm not confused, I'm not to dude
I'm grown man business an' I am not in school

Put your hand down youngin', this is not for you
On my J.O. with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh, like I'm still a day old

An' it's been like that since the day, yo
On more time than a Roley, or Seiko
Step on deck, your neck, do what I say so
Get up or get out, get down or lay low

(Let the sunshine)
Standin' in the shadow of a fabulous man
Brooklyn nigga, I am, Black Dante
(Let the sunshine in)
That nigga, that dude, black people, let's move
(The sun's shinin')
Shout out to my man, Talib Kweli, yes
We on top a, top a, shout a, shout a, check it out

Slim nigga that casts a big shadow
Cherokee red to shoot the long arrow
Got more skill, more aim an' more ammo
You can get it all from a big or small barrel

Like, 'Hail Mary', full of grace
Niggaz come in an' shoot up the place
An' make you pull up your face
The deck, Im'ma pull out the ace
From the jungles of the Empire State
Where it ain't no escape

Two four seven, seven one eight
An' thats like every night, every day
From the place that I settle an' stay
To the states, I'm collectin' my pay
Blast off then I'm back to the K

Hold it down so my family straight
Represent in a family way
Pro ball not for amateur play
Been raw since the amateur stage
Before the press had the cameras raised

Like a long time man of the way
(Let the sun shine)
You understandin' me straight?
Yes, yes, no doubt, excellence
(Let the sunshine in)
It's what it is, what it is
An' thats what it is, you see? Ha, fire
(The sun's shinin')

'Cause it is deeper, sweeter, richer, crisper
Stronger reception an' sharper picture
Revolve around God an' involve with niggaz
These elements above all my scripture

An' make Mos Def a classic modern figure
Brooklyn, it don't matter if you holler or whisper
You're comin' through clear 'cause I'm right here wit'cha
Ain't gotta edit the slang, I got it, I'll get ya

Yo, brothers an' sisters, fathers an' mothers
The lovers, the leavers, the doubters, believers
The stayers, the quitters, the bitches, the niggaz
Rebel guerrillas, the ghetto civilians
Y'all 'gon feel it from the first to the millionth

It's extra ordinary an' plain
I walk a thousand paces of light ahead of the game
By the time you get where I'm standin', I'll be gone
Y'all make moves, but y'all just move on

I move in, an' y'all must move on
(Let the sun shine)
'Cause I move to strong an' I know what my feet move for
Make it go without a brand new car
(Let the sunshine in)

I was fresh without a brand new song
An' give a fuck about what brand you are
(The sun's shinin')
I'm concerned what type of man you are
What your principles an' standards are
You understand me y'all

Be good to your family, y'all
No matter where your families are
'Cause everybody need family, y'all
Raise a hand, you understand me, y'all
Everybody need family, y'all

Be good to your families, dog
Understand, no matter where your families are
Everybody need family, dog
Raise your hands, you understand me, pa
That's what it is, that's my man

Family an' my family Pencil Pete
My man too, all our loved ones behind the walls
All of those who still in the struggle
Masada Malia, Son Dial la, Magic Mel

(Let the sunshine in)
Life is real
All the real soldiers, black people, we family y'all
(Let the sunshine in)
(The sun's shinin')
Let it be bright

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Ghetto Show - Lyrics - Talib Kweli

Title: Ghetto Show
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Lonnie Lynn, David West

Lyric:
Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods

Ghetto to ghetto, backyard to yard
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods, come on
Precious metals round our necks and arms
We tear it up y'all, bless the mic with the Gods

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Black magic in the hood, it's tragic but understood
Crack addicts, crack windows, crack wood
Even what's bad becomes good, status becomes stood
Upon the pedestal welcome to the ghetto show

Federal buildings, pissy hallways filled with children pushin' children
Fiends lips peelin', shit seems real and
What's real is the estate of mind that we're in
The situation feels great

My man peels weight, so we can fill plates
You might get love but you still feel hate
Through and chain plates, we communicate
Chicago to Brooklyn, niggas real ones do relate

If lyrics sold then truth be told
I'll probably be just as rich and famous as Jay-Z
Truthfully I wanna rhyme like common sense
Next best thing I do a record with common sense

'Cause it's the music, the blues, it's the jazz, it's acoustics
Soul, rock and roll, the hip hop that we producin' yea
It's the gear, it's the flare, it's the stare
Nowadays they'll shoot you where they used to shoot the fair

Remember the lost soldiers, pour a beer, shoot the air
We got our own elected officials, no matter who the mayor
I know you know what I'm talkin' about, from New York to the South
Take off your shoes when you walk in the house

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Yo, I grew up where they're playin' skele in the parkin' lot
And sell paintings of Aaliyah, BIG and Pac up in the barbershop
Buildings too big so you don't really see the stars a lot
But rappin', drinkin', and goin' to prison you see them bars a lot

I feel the spirit in the dark and hear it in my heart
And always keep my ears to the block till I dearly depart
Hip hop is really the art, we have to express the part of ourselves
That make us want to martyr ourselves

It ain't harder to tell when somebody stick you up
And put the hammer to you
They want them dead presidents like Stickman and Mutulu
With a gun to your jaw, these kids don't run anymore
Kicks is a hundred or more

A man in front of the store, beggin' for money and mercy
I told him say a prayer under his breath, he cursed me
Niggaz is thirsty, I heard it's a drought
Up early, servin' from their grandmother's house

Sometimes the ghetto feels desolate
The eyes of the hood, yo, is desperate, effected by the deficit
Times and lessons get hard, either get by or get God
But you try to get by, it's like the block keep blockin'

You try to make moves, it's like the car just keep stoppin'
We shorties in the court, need Cochran, yea
I tell them why the weed seeds poppin', in the game you need options
No time for feet watchin', me and Kwe keep rockin' for the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

Whatever's in your heart is where you wanna be
My hood is the ghetto
Even when you look, it's never what you see
My hood is the ghetto

I've been down before, up is just a reach
'Cause my hood is the ghetto
Catch a second wind, then begin again
My hood is the ghetto

It's the, it's like the world is ghettos, ghettos 'round the world
Be rockin' for the universe and the world, yea
For me personally I feel like, you know I see
I travel from city to city, state to state
Heavy rock gold and check out, the hood
You know I'm sayin' it's like the ghetto show

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Big Kids Don'T Play - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Big Kids Don'T Play
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): M Dixon

Lyric:
Wa-da-da-dah-dang
Check it
The big kids don't play
Nope, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Toys ain't us
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Check it yo

Here goes the flow, from your favorite dynamo
Grand Puba, dougie mo', to show that we can flow slow
Some of them seem to think, that they're-biggidu-bobbebly-swing
Come on in, try again, 'cause here's the next one my friend

We know what our people want, it's the real dope shit
Twenty-four hours a day, the big kids don't play
So you can relax, all your problems and you come you come you come
Grand Puba's the one to get the job done

Well then you knock knock knock upon my door door door
If you really wanna see, God body
Grand Puba is comin' to slam it and you can believe it's no trouble to me
'Cause I wreck shop, on the non-stop, grab the big props
Then I change it up a bit to flip it on some next shit
That's how it goes when you got the Puba flows
I guess I'm a natural, yeah

How the chorus go
The big kids don't play
Here we go
The big kids don't play
Nanana-nah-nah
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Parlay parlay parlay
The big kids don't play
Check the resume

Knock it off, because you know who's the boss
When it comes to this type of shit, you know what time is it
So, flow with the motion with the brother smooth as lotion
I'm not boastin' here it is because I have the magic portion
Grand Puba the mad rhymin' Ravin God child
With more rhymes than tokens in the turn style

Check it, here goes a noise for the ghetto girls and boys
I do it strictly for my people so come get your jolly joys
Not the type to get some loot, then flip and be conservative
I stay true, God body, word is bond, with no preservative

So cancel all the nonsense that you heard, thus far
You wanted the best at your request so here we are
So call me the grand man, I laid off the sandman 'cause I like
Workin' nights, I hit some joints and then I get into flights

Then push uptown to shabazz, get a fish sandwich with bean soup
Half and half, sign a few, autographs, jet back
Downtown, catch up with my staff and if you think
That you can follow this flow please don't make me laugh

You know why
The big kids don't play
Nope we don't play
The big kids don't play
Ha-hahah-ha-hah
The big kids don't play
Yeah yeah,a-da-day
The big kids don't play
How we go yo
The big kids don't play

The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
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