Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On) - Lyrics - Raising Sand - Alison Krauss

Title: Gone Gone Gone (Done Moved On)
Album: Raising Sand
Artist: Alison Krauss
Composer(s): Phil Everly, Don Everly

Lyric:
Some sunny day, baby
When everything seems okay, baby
You?ll wake up and find that you?re alone
?Cause I?ll be gone

Gone, gone, gone
Really gone
Gone, gone, gone
?Cause you done me wrong

And everyone that you meet, baby
As you walk down the street, baby
Will ask you why you?re walkin? all alone
And why you?re on your own

And just say I?m gone
Gone, gone, gone
Gone, gone, gone
?Cause you done me wrong
Oh, now, come on, yeah!

And if you change your way, baby
You might get back to stay, baby
You better hurry up if you don?t wanna be alone
Or I?ll be gone

Gone, gone, gone
Really gone
Gone, gone, gone
?Cause you done me wrong
You done me wrong, now, now!

Some sunny day, baby
When everything seems okay, baby
You?ll wake up and find that you?re alone
?Cause I?ll be gone

Gone, gone, gone
Really gone
Gone, gone, gone
?Cause you done me wrong

You done me wrong
You done me wrong
Well, well, well, well
Well, well, well, yeah

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I'Ve Been A Long Time Leavin' (But I'Ll Be A Long Time Gone) - Lyrics - Roger Miller

Title: I'Ve Been A Long Time Leavin' (But I'Ll Be A Long Time Gone)
Artist: Roger Miller
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
I've been a fool, I've been a fool
Forgivin' you each time you done me wrong
I've been a long time leavin' ya, but I'll be a long time gone

Loved you so much, loved you so much
I stayed around when I should've moved along
I've been a long time leavin' ya, but I'll be a long time gone

I say, "Hi there high line, hello highway"
Here come a big old semi my way
I stick up my thumb, hear the truck come
But the truck goes by and he looks like he's flyin'
And he whoops the big legs on my Levi's
They go woop woop woop woop woop

I've been a fool, I've been a fool
Forgivin' you each time that you've done me wrong
I've been a long time leavin' ya, but I'll be a long time gone

I say, "Hi, there high line, hello highway"
Here come a big old semi my way
I stick up my thumb, hear the truck come
But the truck goes by and he looks like he's flyin'
And he's whoopin' the big legs on my Levi's
They go woop woop woop woop woop woop woop woop

And I've been a fool, I've been a fool
Forgivin' you each time that you've done me wrong
I've been a long time leavin' ya, but I'll be a long time gone

Gone gone gone
Gone gone gone

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Broken Road - Lyrics - Anthem for the Underdog - 12 Stones

Title: Broken Road
Album: Anthem for the Underdog
Artist: 12 Stones
Composer(s): Christopher Daughtry, Gregg Wattenberg, Justin Rimer, Skidd Mills

Lyric:
Time moves slowly while you're gone
I haven't heard your voice in quite some time
But I still see your face
I cannot erase the things you've done
And all the ways you kept me hanging on

Now you're gone, I've moved on
And I don't feel so sorry
Can't you see I'm bleeding?
But I won't bleed anymore

I've held on for so long now
But I had to let you go
At the end of our broken road

I know it hurts to hear the truth
Well maybe I was never meant to be with you
And I cannot replace the tears of disgrace
That run for you
'Cause running from the truth is what you do

Now you're gone, I've moved on
And I don't feel so sorry
Can't you see I'm bleeding?
But I won't bleed anymore

I've held on for so long now
But I had to let you go
At the end of our broken road

You were all I've ever known
And I cannot replace all these tears of disgrace
And I won't bleed for you anymore

Now you're gone, I've moved on
And I don't feel so sorry
Can't you see I'm bleeding?
But I won't bleed anymore

I've held on for so long now
But I had to let you go
At the end of our broken road

And I won't bleed for you anymore
I've moved on
And I won't bleed for you anymore
I'm bleeding but I won't bleed anymore

I've held on for so long now
But I had to let you go
At the end of our broken road

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Moved On - Lyrics - Fight

Title: Moved On
Artist: Fight
Composer(s): Kate Turley, Graham Turley, Jack Turley

Lyric:
You must understand that I have got the right
To say just what I like
You try to move us on and we've done nothing wrong
We won't be gone for long

What have we done to you?
What have we done to you?

You didn't like the way we hung around in town
You couldn't leave us alone to be ourselves
You made our lives like hell and we hadn't done anything wrong
You thought that we were weak but we turned out to be strong

You might think that you are going to be the best
But you ain't seen the rest
You try to move us on and we've done nothing wrong
We won't be gone for long

What have we done to you?
What have we done to you?

You didn't like the way we hung around in town
You couldn't leave us alone to be ourselves
You made our lives like hell and we hadn't done anything wrong
You thought that we were weak but we turned out to be strong

We hadn't done anything wrong
We hadn't done anything wrong
We hadn't done anything wrong
We hadn't done anything wrong

You didn't like the way we hung around in town
You couldn't leave us alone to be ourselves
You made our lives like hell and we hadn't done anything wrong
You thought that we were weak but we turned out to be

You didn't like the way we hung around in town
You couldn't leave us alone to be ourselves
You made our lives like hell and we hadn't done anything wrong
You thought that we were weak but we turned out to be strong

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She Tried - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: She Tried
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Tim Mosley, Ryan Tedder, Warren Anderson Mathis, Jimmy Douglass

Lyric:
Yeah, good Lord
May God have mercy on my soul

I love her but you never would know
That by the way I just let my girl go
With tears in her eyes from years of the lies
She backed on up and disappeared out the drive
Wait, hey, what can I say? All we had means nothin' today
I did my thing and she did hers
But my crimes are a wee bit worse

And now I'm sittin' here all alone with my guilt
Just me and the dogs in the home that we built
It was Andy's and hers, even though Bubba bought it
But Bubba wouldn't leave just like her mother called it
From the pink, only to the blue blame
God forgive me for causin' you pain, all it was, ain't no more
'Cause my baby's gone and when it rains it pours

She tried to tell me I needed to be strong
I wasn't listening and now my baby's gone

One for the pleasure, two for the sin
Three for the family we coulda been
Had I not been so concerned with this life, no spoken words
Could begin to undo what's done
Deep within' I know that you must run
Far away from the thought of my smile
And the broken dream of us walkin' that aisle

I first saw Betty in my Nanny White's yard
The breast were the best and the fanny my Lord
A fly country girl, just workin' them gifts
She's my queen, was a virgin I guess
But I ain't never ask and I ain't never tell
But Betty had the cash every time I went to jail
And how did I reward her loyalty
Let her walk in and see her cousin Joy on me

She tried to tell me I needed to be strong
I wasn't listening and now my baby's gone

It's been six months and still no word
I try to carry on like it still don't hurt
Hoes come around but I still won't flirt
Drinking's worse and the pills don't work
Last I heard she was in Birmingham
Livin' with a good hard workin' man

And lookin' back on it, that's exactly what she wanted
Not a rebel with a passion for the moment
I live for the fiddle and the kick in the snout
I take my love and I stick it in there
Moved in Jimmy and made this song
All because my baby's gone

She tried to tell me I needed to be strong
I wasn't listening and now my baby's gone

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This Is How It Feels - Lyrics - Hook Me Up - Veronicas

Title: This Is How It Feels
Album: Hook Me Up
Artist: Veronicas
Composer(s): Tobias Gad, Jessica Origliasso, Lisa Origliasso

Lyric:
You keep calling my phone non-stop
Don't you know I won't pick it up?
You never leave a message
Look how you've changed

You got nothing to say, getting in the way
Show up at my house
You're getting so obsessive
Like I have time for you

Wasn't it me you didn't want?
Wasn't it me who was hanging on?
Now I'm done but before I go
I want you to know

This is how it feels
When you wait for a call that never comes
Are you waking up 'cause you miss someone?
This is how it feels
When the trust you had is broken
And you're left to burn with your heart wide open
Oh, oh

You want to meet up, to tell me why
Why and how you had the heart
To fuck up my whole life
That's just so you

And now I've moved on by myself
And maybe I won't forgive
I'll just forget you lived
And I hope it hurts

Wasn't it me you tried to blame?
Wasn't it me you threw away?
But before you go there's
Something you should know

This is how it feels
When you wait for a call that never comes
Are you waking up 'cause you miss someone?
This is how it feels, oh oh
When the trust you had is broken
And you're left to burn with your heart wide open

You taught me how to hate you and I was so in love
And when I tried to save us it was not enough
So what the hell is different 'cause now that I am gone?
You're crawling back to tell me I'm the one

Oh, oh
This is how it feels
Oh, oh
This is how it feels

When you wait for a call that never comes
Are you waking up 'cause you miss someone?
This is how it feels, oh oh oh, oh oh oh
When the trust you had is broken
And you're left to burn with your heart wide open

Do you only want me
'Cause you can't have me?
Do you only want me
'Cause I'm gone?

Do you only want me
'Cause you can't have me?
Do you only want me
'Cause I'm gone?

Do you only want me
'Cause you can't have me?
Do you only want me
'Cause I'm gone?

Do you only want me
'Cause you can't have me?
Do you only want me
'Cause I'm gone?
Oh, oh

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I'Ve Been A Long Time Leaving - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: I'Ve Been A Long Time Leaving
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Roger Miller

Lyric:
I've been a fool, I've been a fool
Forgivin' you each time that you've done me wrong
I've been a long time leavin'
But it'll be a long time gone

Loved you so much, I loved you so much
I stayed around when I should've moved along
I've been a long time leaving
But it'll be a long time gone

Hello high line, hello highway
Here come a big old semi my way
Stick up my thumb, hear the truck come
Trees goin' by, lookin' like a fly
On the big legs are my Levi's

I've been a fool, I've been a fool
Forgivin' you each time that you've done me wrong
I've been a long time leavin'
But it'll be a long time gone

Hello high line, hello highway
Here come a big old semi my way
I stick up my thumb, hear the truck come
Trees goin' by, lookin' like a fly
On the big legs are my Levi's

I've been a fool, I've been a fool
Forgivin' you each time that you've done me wrong
I've been a long time leavin'
But it'll be a long time gone

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No Vaseline - Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

Title: No Vaseline
Album: Death Certificate
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Anthony (Pka Sir Wheaton, George Jr Clinton, Ice Cube O'Shea Jackson, Jinx David L Spradley, Garry M Shider, Bobby F Ervin

Lyric:
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you
Here's what they think about you

Got damn, I'm glad ya'll set it off
Used to be hard, now you're just wet and soft
First you was down with the AK
And now I see you on a video with Michelle

Lookin' like straight pozas
I saw it comin', that's why I went solo
And kept on stompin'
When ya'll mothafuckers moved straight outta Compton

Livin' with the whites, one big house
And not another nigga in site
I started off with too much cargo
Dropped four niggas now I'm makin' all the dough

White man just rulin'
The niggas with attitudes, who ya foolin'?
Ya'll niggas just phony
I put that on my mama and my dead homeys

Yella boy's on your team, so you're losin'
Ay yo, Dre, stick to producin'
Callin' me Arnold, but you been a dick
Eazy E saw your ass and went in it quick

You got jealous when I got my own company
But I'm a man, and ain't nobody helpin' me
Tryin' to sound like Amerikkka's Most
You could yell all day but you don't come close

'Cuz you know I'm the one that flown
Ya done run 100 miles, but you still got one to go
With the L E N C H M O B, and ya'll disgrace the C P T
'Cuz you're gettin' fucked out your green by a white boy
With no Vaseline

Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline
Damn, it feels good to see people on it

The bigger the cap, the bigger the peelin'
Who gives a fuck about a punk-ass villain?
You're gettin' fucked real quick
And Eazy's dick, is smellin' like MC Ren's shit

Tried to tell you a year ago
But Willie D told me to let a hoe be a hoe, so
I couldn't stop you from gettin' ganked
Now let's play big-bank-take-little-bank

Tried to dis Ice Cube, it wasn't worth it
'Cuz the broomstick fit your ass so perfect
Cut my hair and I'll cut them balls
'Cuz I heard you're, like givin' up the drawers

Gang-banged by your manager, fella
Gettin' money out your ass, like a mothafuckin' ready teller
Givin' up the dollar bills
Now they got the villain with a purse and high-heels

So don't believe what Ren say
'Cuz he's goin' out like Kunte Kinte
But I got a whip for ya Toby
Used to be my homey, now you act like you don't know me

It's a case of divide and conquer
'Cuz you let a Jew break up my crew
House nigga gotta run and hide
Yellin' Compton, but you moved to Riverside

So don't front, MC Ren
'Cuz I remember when you drove a B 2-10
Broke as a mothafuckin' joke
Let you on the scene to back up the Verse Team

It ain't my fault, one nigga got smart
and they rippin' your asshole apart
By takin' your green, oh yeah
The Villain does get fucked with no Vaseline

Now you're gettin' done without Vaseline

I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
I never have dinner with the President
And when I see your ass again, I'll be hesitant

Now I think you a snitch
Throw a house nigga in a ditch
Half-pint bitch, fuckin' your homeboys
You little maggot Eazy E turned faggot

With your manager, fella
Fuckin' MC Ren, Dr Dre and Yella
But if they were smart as me
Eazy E would be hangin' from a tree

With no Vaseline
Just a match and a little bit of gasoline
Light 'em up, burn 'em up, flame on
Till that Jheri curl is gone

On a permanent vacation
Off the Massa plantation
Heard you both got the same bank account
Dumb nigga, what you thinkin' 'bout?

Get rid of that Devil real simple
Put a bullet in his temple
'Cuz you can't be the Nigga 4 Life crew
With a white Jew tellin' you what to do

Pullin' wools with your scams
Now I gotta play the Silence of the Lambs
With a midget who's a punk too
Tryin' to fuck me, but I'd rather fuck you

Eric Wright, punk, always into somethin'
Gettin' fucked at night
By Mista Shitpacker
Bend over for the goddamn cracker, no Vaseline

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What We Once Had - Lyrics - The Perishers

Title: What We Once Had
Artist: The Perishers
Composer(s): Pehr Astrom, Martin Gustafson, Thomas Hedlund, ??

Lyric:
Don't care 'bout what I said
Just care 'bout what I've done
Though lots of trust is gone
You're still the only one

Don't dare to hope for much
I'm doing the best I can
I take it as it comes, when it comes

It's like you and I don't even try to get along
Like the two of us together are wrong
It's like you and I can't let the good make up for the bad
Guess we can't go back to what we once had

Don't care 'bout what I said
Just care 'bout what I've done
Though years have come and gone
You know you're still the one

I love what's left of you
And miss what now is gone
Guess the only thing we've done is moved on

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Be Country - Lyrics - Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry - Petey Pablo

Title: Be Country
Album: Still Writing In My Diary: 2nd Entry
Artist: Petey Pablo
Composer(s): Moses Barrett Iii, Chris Sholar

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Lyric:
I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

Would I ever leave here?
Naw I can answer that without even thinking about it
I am Carolina, you know, north and south, you know
It give my folks a since of it can happen for you

To lookup and see my ridin' around somewhere
Doing my thug thizzle you know, I can't leave here
I know ain't no way in the world
They need me, I need them

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Til the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

What it feel like to be on the road with Petey Pablo
Something I never experienced before
Yeah, I remember when I first met you
You was just getting out of the pen
Told me how hungry you was

Now you there, you made it
I appreciate everything you done for me
Taking me on the road with you
Showing me the finer things in life
Thank you

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

Hi, I'm [ Incomprehensible] for MTV news
Petey Pablo than gone crazy
Naw I ain't dog I'm just tripping man
That's what I do man I have fun, I mean
You know what I mean
Jive, put me on there label because they knew
Barry White seen the vision, you understand what I'm saying
And he believed in me man and I really appreciate it

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

I'm gonna be country till the day I die
To the deep and depth of my soul
From the top of my head
Down to my air force ones

Till the day I die
Just because I got this and that
And moved out from the projects
Don't mean I forgot

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Everything'S Okay - Lyrics - Hank Williams

Title: Everything'S Okay
Artist: Hank Williams
Composer(s): Hank Sr Williams

Lyric:
I went to the country just the other day
To see my uncle Bill and sorta pass the time away
I asked him how he'd been since last, I'd passed his way
He rubbed his chin, here's what he had to say

My wife's been sick, the young ones, too
And I'm darn near down with the flu
The cow's gone dry and them hens won't lay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The hogs took the cholera and they've all done died
The bees got mad and they left the hive
The weevils got the corn and the rain rotted the hay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The porch rotted down that's more expense
The darned old mule he tore down the fence
The mortgage is due and I can't pay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The cow broke in the field and eat up the beans
The darn rabbits they got the turnip greens
And my ma-in-law just moved in to stay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

My land's so poor so hard and yeller
You have to set on a sack of fertilizer to raise an umbreller
And it rains out here nearly every day
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The wells gone dry and I have to tote the water
Up from the spring about a mile and a quarter
My helper, he quit for the lack of pay
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The house it leaks it needs a new top
When it rains it wets everything we got
The chimney fell down just yesterday
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The corn meals gone and the meat's run out
Got nothin' to kill to put in the smokehouse
The preacher's comin' Sunday to spend the day
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

The canned stuffs spoiled else the jar's got broke
And all we got left is one old Billy goat
We're gonna have a new baby about the first of may
But we're still a-livin', so everything's okay

My crop it rotted in the ground
I asked for another loan but the banker turned me down
But we're still a-livin' and we're prayin' for better days
So after all, everything's in pretty good shape

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Heat - Lyrics - Get Rich Or Die Tryin' - 50 Cent

Title: Heat
Album: Get Rich Or Die Tryin'
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Tom Jr Coster, Mike Elizondo, Curtis Jackson, Andre Young

Lyric:
{Aye you want some of this shit
Naw, I don't want that shit
I don't give a fuck, I don't play dat shit
And I'm fin'nin' to buss a cap in a nigga
Man shut the fuck up}

{Slow down, slow down, slow down
You see that brick house right there
That's the nigga crib when he come out
You gotta tighten his ass up
I?m a get in the other car, aight}

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin' tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin'
Hear what I'm sayin', homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

Keep thinkin' I'm candy till ya fuckin' skull get popped
And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box
In the hood summer time is the killing season
It's hot out this bitch that's a good 'nuff reason

I've seen gangsta's get religious when they start bleedin'
Sayin?, "Lord, Jesus help me" ?cuz they ass leakin'
When they window roll down and that A.K. come out
You can squeeze ya ill handgun until you run out

And you can run for ya back-up
But them machine gun shells gone tear ya back up
God's on ya side, shit I'm aight wit that
?Cause we gon? reload them clips and come right back

It's a fact homie, you go against me ya fucked
I get the drop, if you can duck, ya luckier then Lady Luck
Look nigga, don't think you safe ?cause you moved out the hood
?Cuz ya momma still around dog, and daddy ain't good

If you was smart you'd be shook of me
?Cuz I'd get tired of lookin' for ya
Spray ya momma crib
And let ya ass look for me

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

My heart bleeds for you nigga, I can't wait to get to you
Behind that twinkle in ya eyes, I can see the bitch in you
Nigga you know the streets talk
So they'll be no white flags and no peace talks

I got my back against the wind
I'm down to ride till the sun burn out
If I die today
I'm happy how my life turned out

See the shootouts that I've been in I'm by myself
Locked up I was in a box by myself
I done made myself a millionaire by myself
Now, shit changed motherfucker I can hire some help

I done heard about the 50 grand you put in the hood
But ya shooter fin?nin? to get get shot it won't do 'em no good
With a pistol I define the definition of pain
If you survive ya bones'll still fuckin' hurt when it rains

Oh you a pro at playin? battleship well this ain't the same
Lil' homie this is a whole different type of war game
See the losers and up in shackles of motherfuckin? chains
Or laid out in the streets leakin' out they brains

If there's beef, cock it and dump it
The drama really means nothing to me
I'll ride by and blow ya brains out
There's no time to cock it
No way you can stop it
When niggas run up on you wit them thangs out

I do what I gotta do, I don't care I if get caught
The DA can play this motherfuckin? tape in court
I'll kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?
Catch you slippin', I?ma kill you, I ain't playin?
Hear what I'm sayin?, homie I ain't playin?

After the fist fights, it's gunfire boy, you get the best of me
If you don't wanna get shot, I suggest you don't go testin' me
All the wrong I've done, the Lord still keep on blessin' me
Fin?nin? to run rap 'cuz Dr. Dre got the recipe

Yeah, uh ha, aye Dre
You got me feelin' real bulletproof up in this motherfucker
?Cuz my windows on my motherfuckin? Benz is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? vest is bulletproof nigga
?Cuz my motherfuckin? hat is bulletproof nigga
But the Doc said if I get hit I might get a fuckin' concussion
Better that then a hole in the head right nigga, heh heh ha ha

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Cut Here - Lyrics - The Cure

Title: Cut Here
Artist: The Cure
Composer(s): Robert Smith, Bamonte Gallup O'Donnell Coope

Lyric:
So we meet again! And I offer my hand
All dry and English slow
And you look at me and I understand
Yeah it's a look I used to know

Three long years and your favorite man
Is that any way to say hello?
And you hold me like you'll never let me go
Like you'll never let me

Oh, c'mon and have a drink with me
Sit down and talk a while
Oh, I wish I could and I will!
But now I just don't have the time

And over my shoulder as I walk away
I see you give that look goodbye
I still see that look in your eye

So dizzy Mr. Busy, too much rush to talk to Billy
All the silly frilly things have to first get done
In a minute, sometime soon, maybe next time, make it June
Until later doesn't always come
Until later doesn't always come

It's so hard to think it ends sometime
And this could be the last
I should really hear you sing again
And I should really watch you dance
Because it's hard to think I'll never get another chance
To hold you, to hold you

But chilly Mr. Dilly, too much rush to talk to Billy
All the tizzy fizzy idiot things must get done
In a second, just hang on, all in good time
Won't be long until later

I should've stopped to think, I should've made the time
I could've had that drink, I could've talked a while
I would've done it right, I would've moved us on
But I didn't, now it's all too late
It's over over and you're gone

I miss you, I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you, I miss you so much

But how many times can I walk away and wish, if only
How many times can I talk this way and wish, if only
Keep on making the same mistake
Keep on aching the same heartbreak
I wish if only but if only is a wish too late

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Working Class Hero - Lyrics - Don't Rock The Jukebox - Alan Jackson

Title: Working Class Hero
Album: Don't Rock The Jukebox
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Don Sampson, Alan Eugene Jackson

Lyric:
A callused right hand
Holds a shiny gold watch
Thirty years spent on clock
But you won't see no tears
This workin' class hero
He's always been hard as a rock

He knows he's too old
To really start over
Besides he just wouldn't know how
But I guess he's just glad
That he's not alone
But he's got to wonder what now

'Cause there's no hall of fame
For that working class hero
No statue carved out of stone
His greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children, so after he's gone
That old working class hero lives on

That three-bedroom house
He built in the '50s
Seems much bigger today
With just him and mama
And not many bills
'Cause all of the kids moved away

What he's done with his life
Might not be remembered
But he's got every right to be proud
'Cause the blood sweatin' years
Of this workin' class hero
Is really what livin's about

'Cause there's no hall of fame
For that working class hero
No statue carved out of stone
His greatest reward is the love of a woman
And his children so after he's gone
That old workin' class hero lives on

Yes, that workin' class hero lives on
That workin' class hero lives on

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I Kno U Workin - Lyrics - The Real Testament - Plies

Title: I Kno U Workin
Album: The Real Testament
Artist: Plies
Composer(s): Algernod L Washington

Lyric:
Ol? police ass nigga, dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

Ol? police ass nigga, dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up, gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

Da nigga name all through, a bitch black and white
That nigga told dem crackers shit that they didn?t even like
Went fed and got out and act like it?s alright
Da nigga, you snitched on shit, dem crackers gave him life

You know that fuck nigga, da police and you and da nigga tight
Ridin' wit da fuck nigga like that nigga right
Birds of a feather flock together, ya?ll just alike
And ya?ll kopin' from that fuck nigga and buyin' pipes

How you break bread wit a nigga da you know trife?
These niggas go from real to fuck niggas overnight
You can?t flip it now, you a police for life
And stay from 'round me, fuck, nigga you ain?t my type

Ol? police ass nigga dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

Ol? police ass nigga dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up, gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

And how I feel, nigga, I might wack you on da house
Since you can?t seem to close your pussy ass mouth
You got niggas spooked, niggas scared to go to trial
Till you police ass niggas, done came back in style

Set niggas up, you pussy niggas gon' wild
Broke niggas off, takin' niggas from they child
Need to kill all you pussies, put you in a pile
In every clique, it?s a potential snitch hangin' 'round

Got da fuck from 'round you, niggas moved out of town
'Cause if they stay too long, nigga you fed bound
Nigga told on his brother to knock his time down
Niggas tell on one of my people, I?m gunnin' your ass down

Ol? police ass nigga dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

Ol? police ass nigga dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up, gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

Tell your son the truth nigga, his dad a pussy
If you was real, you would?da got to da time and took it
Instead of being a solider, fuck nigga you turned cookie
You think this snitchin' shit is sweet, you really think you woopin'

You gone come home one night, bitch gon' be in dem bushes
Dem crackers ain?t gone be able to protect your ass den, pussy
So, while you roamin' these streets nigga, you better be lookin'
For niggas who snitched on your people, dawg, don?t give him no coshin'

Murk da pussy ass nigga, naw ,don?t whoop him
He took your people lives, so, his life need to be tooken
Dem choppa bullet through his head, where you need to put him
Dead or livin' fuck niggas, you?ll forever be pussy

Ol? police ass nigga dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

Ol? police ass nigga dawg, I know you workin'
Try'na set a bitch up, gon' make a nigga hurt him
That nigga poison, dawg, a bitch need to murk him
What the fuck you mean? Nigga, I know you workin'

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Safe + Sound - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Safe + Sound
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): Shuggie Otis, George R. Archie, David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Static, Quik, you're not a gangster, we're not static

Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But, niggaz, like me believe in making ends
'Cause even when your bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Now I'm 'bout to take it back to '84, when I was fourteen
Kickin' back in the trees, West Side, if you please
And, four-thirty-six, West Spruce was the spot
With me, Wayne, Mike, Shot, Nookie, Slug and Rock

Donzelly, if ya with me, than let that shit, kick
If your head ain't spinning from dippin' all them sticks
'Cause way back in the day they used love a wet baggie
Screaming, HORALE, ESE, with them laces on a caddy

And you couldn't deny a hit from that Buddah, Tye
Going round and round the driveway, now it's coming my way
And I'm zoned out at a young age
And the whole spruce street was my stage

Peep, now back then I was in the eighth grade, steady
But niggaz, my age was getting paid, already
Yeah, like that nigga, Zam or even young, Blue
They made they first million by the age of, twenty-two

Like, Dan from Cedar block, him and little Motor
James from Piru Street, with them boulders
Rest in peace, little Noopy, he didn't have to brag
Rollin' to the tenth grade in a Fint, '0' rag

Well, goddamn, how can I be down?
I ask my sister, Jack for some help and she told me, look around
Nigga, they don't sell dope, it sells itself
While they kick back and just collect the wealth

And now I'm thinking, ain't nothing fly, about these dirty ass, khakis
T-shirt dingy, prowings tackie
This could be a way to flip that little, funky, twenty dollars, that I earned
Right then, is when I learned that

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars
'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me, believe in making ends
'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Peep, I gets a dub on the first and fifteenth, for a fact
So, instead of spending it up, I gave my money to Jack
Now she jump in the Regal and said, "I'll be right back"
When she came in, she put me down with a plastic sack

I turned my forty into eighty and that was my profit
I'm keepin' my rocks in the house and not in my pocket
Sister, Jackie in the kitchen with some boiling water, baking soda
Fresh powder, baby bottles, making more boulders

Checking a fat grip, slanging rocks to tricks
Donzelly, dippin' sticks, went and bought 'em a six
And five-hundred, block, peach, running thangs, ya see
Moving gallon after gallon and key after key

I'm telling you, I done, seen it all
From, niggaz, hitting the Sherman and the pass out on the wall
From cluckers, wanting a hit so bad, they let there panties fall
Teeth rotten, hair gone and whole checks, get blown

But then, I'm still breaking these pebbles like Bam Bam
Saved them, splitting rocks, to the 'em, tic-toc
I went from wearing khakis to Sergio Teccini
While my rocks is disappearing like the great Houdini

I bought a gang of clothes, all of my equipment
And getting somthing new with each and every shipment
Money gets made and money gets spent
And how these jealous niggaz acting, only makes it evident that

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars
'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me, believe in making ends
'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Check, now in 1981, moved away to L.A.
My niggaz, playa, Ham and Gina gave me a place to stay
On my way up from bottom rock, bitches, starting to jock
'Cause my hair is getting longer and games, getting stronger

To pull my own weight, I went and got me a job
But by then, Ham and Gina really started to squab
About weather, I should go or stay
She told him either he goes or you go, we both was on our way

So, he moved and took me with him on, two-thousand-one, Browning
Clowning with playas, all around me, just astounding
My nigga, pimpin, Carl got staring with that hair an
Rolling up and down the street in that, rag seven with Darren

Shaby, blue feathered, as he swerved
In the 'E l Co-P, 6, park away from the curve
Big jam, L.A Mike, Darryl, Nicki on the bike
That nigga Top Big Shane, and Tweed rolling up the weed

And hoes, just come and go in and out
Revolving door, leaving with some, nut in they mouth
I'm making a living of pimpin' so you fools can't trip
'Cause even though, I love God, I also love my grip

Some believe in Jesus, some believe in Allah
But niggaz like me, believe in making dollars
'Cause even when, yo, niggaz, wanna be untrue
You know the money's still good to you

Yes, yes
Some believe in love and some believe in friends
But niggaz like me, believe in making ends
'Cause even when, yo, bitch wants to trick around
You know the money's got you safe and sound

Ooh, yeah, safe and sound, yeah
Safe and sound, baby, ooh, yeah
Safe and sound yeah, safe and sound

Gotta let you know, gotta let you know
Gotta let you know, Compton's in the house

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Lil' Daddy - Lyrics - Juve The Great - Juvenile

Title: Lil' Daddy
Album: Juve The Great
Artist: Juvenile
Composer(s): Terius Gray, Byron O Thomas, Bryan Williams

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Lyric:
Whoa, c'mon, whoa
Whoa, I hear you niggaz heart pumpin', c' mon
Whoa, what's up? Whoa, [Incomprehensible]
Whoa, U.T.P, U.T.P

He gotta be in too much 'bout everything that he touch
Out of the roof, money get packed up and moved in the truck
Kill me if you feel I ain't worthy
I inherited skills from murky niggaz that's as real as my Saints jersey

I stand here, posted in the worst of times
Knowing niggaz after me, gonna rehearse my grind
I'm not a prophet but I could teach you how to cock it and pop it
And how to put some money in your pocket

You see something you like, go 'head and cop it
But watch it, niggaz gone knock it
Trying to get you for your paper when them bitches is jockin'
You might do Lil' Daddy like that but this is not him
Don't look for your people to help you, my niggaz done shot them

My people done told me I could roll
I got a reputation for beating niggaz and hoes
Stickin' to the G code, 'tees, 'rees, and 'bows
Pop a Ex, smoke a blunt, if you believe it then, whoa

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy
Woah

I'm way over the top with mines
I used to bag it up and take it to the block sometimes
Poor niggaz be eating pork, rich niggaz be eating steak
I'ma get me a Porterhouse, nigga, you just wait

Couldn't step on my toes if you was standing 6' 8"
It's mister 400 bitches, so get that shit straight
You better talk to your hoe 'fore I put dick in her face
Look, I'm wild Magnolia, she better get in her place

I ain't a law abiding citizen, I gets ignorant
I got a trail of niggaz telling cops what I did to them
Ain't lookin' for no poppers, ain't looking for no partners
I'm looking for mo' choppers to get rid of mo' problems

All I got is my ball and my words
My momma, my daddy, my children, my gun and my herb
Shit, they got a lot of killers, I know
But ain't too many gon' make it to see 2004, whoa

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

I tried to play the background as much as I could
'Cause all the big mouth niggaz be gettin' knocked in the hood
Remember them lil' niggaz? They done grew up now
So 'ret street and [Incomprehensible] turned into a clocked up dump

We scam on shit because we love that sound
We not concerned about waiting until the night come 'round
Hey lil' mama, I'm a gorilla, let me pipe that down
Yeah, you like that now

I'm a professional, the mountaineer of the streets
I got old timers paying close attention to me
I could get your shit split for the minimum fee, yeah
Fucking with them niggaz, got a ten for a ki'

Got a few princess cuts on the watch and the piece
I'll put it on your ass for a [Incomprehensible]
Don't get mad 'cause I've been cocking your niece
She been giving head and eating pussy like a lot of the freaks

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
(So, keep your hands up)
Whoa, I got to get it, Lil' Daddy
I got to have it, Lil' Daddy
I want that brand new Caddy

Whoa
Whoa
Whoa
...

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In Da Club (Sessions @ Aol) [Dvd] - 50 Cent - Lyrics - The New Breed - 50 Cent

Title: In Da Club (Sessions @ Aol) [Dvd] - 50 Cent
Album: The New Breed
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama in da club
N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York they surely will tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right?

When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me
'Cause go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know
Where we been neither
We in the club all the time
It's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath

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In Da Club (Clean) - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: In Da Club (Clean)
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young

Lyric:
Go, go, go, go, go, go
Go shawty, it's your birthday
We gon' party like it's your birthday
We gon' sip Bacardi like it's your birthday
And you know we don't give a ****, it's not your birthday

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

When I pull up out front, you see the Benz on dubs
When I roll 20 deep, it's always drama in da club
N***** I heard I roll with Dre, everybody show me love
When you sell like Eminem you get plenty of groupie love

But homie ain't nothing change hoes down, G's up
I see Xzibit in the Cutt that ****** roll that **** up
If you watch how I move you'll mistake me for a playa or pimp
Been hit wit a few ****** but I don't walk with a limp

In the hood then the ladies saying, "50, you hot"
They like me, I want them to love me like they love 'Pac
But holla in New York they surely will tell ya I'm loco
And the plan is to put the rap game in a choke hold

I'm feelin' focused, man, my money on my mind
I got a mill out the deal and I'm still on the grind
Now shawty said she feeling my style, she feeling my flow
Her girlfriend willin' to get bi and they ready to go

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

My flow, my show brought me the dough
That bought me all my fancy things
My crib, my cars, my pools, my jewels
Look homey, I done came up and I ain't change

And you should love it, way more then you hate it
Oh you mad? I thought that you'd be happy I made it
I'm that cat by the bar, toasting to the good life
Moved out the hood, now trying to pull me back, right?

When my junk get to pumpin' in da club it's on
I wink my eye at ya chick, if she smiles she gone
If the roof on fire, man, just let it burn
If you're talking 'bout money, homie, I ain't concerned

I'm a tell you what Banks told me
'Cause go 'head, switch the style up
And if they hate then let 'em hate
Then watch the money pile up

Or we can go upside their head with a bottle of bub
Come on, they know where we be

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

You can find me in da club, bottle full of bub
Mama, I got what you need, if you need to feel a buzz
I'm into having sex, I ain't into making love
So come give me a hug if you into getting rubbed

Don't try to act like you don't know
Where we been neither
We in the club all the time
It's about to pop off
Shady Aftermath

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