Good Cop Bad Cop - Lyrics - Everything But The Girl

Title: Good Cop Bad Cop
Artist: Everything But The Girl
Composer(s): Ben Watt, Tracey Thorn

Lyric:
I don't wanna feel this way
I don't wanna feel this way

I don't wanna feel this way
Won't somebody take away this feeling?
I'm looking at a open sky
It's like my roof has got no ceiling

It's wrong to feel this way, I know it's wrong, I know it's bad
To only see what isn't there, to want and want and never have
But you know there's more to me now, don't you?
You always cover for me, won't you, won't you?

And this used to look half full
Now some days it looks half empty
And some days it feels like nothing
It always used to feel like plenty

But it's wrong to feel this way, I know it's wrong, I know it's bad
To only see what isn't there, to want and want and never have
But you know there's more to me now, don't you?
You always cover for me, won't you, won't you, won't you?

I don't wanna feel this way
Won't somebody take away this feeling?
You play good cop, I play bad cop
Still my roof has got no ceiling
Still my roof has got no ceiling

I don't wanna feel this way
I don't wanna feel this way
I don't wanna feel this way
I don't wanna feel this way

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I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer - Lyrics - Super Extra Gravity - Cardigans

Title: I Need Some Fine Wine And You, You Need To Be Nicer
Album: Super Extra Gravity
Artist: Cardigans
Composer(s): Peter Svensson, Nina Persson, Nathan Larson

Lyric:
Sit, good dog
Stay, bad dog
Down
Roll over

Well, here's a good man and a pretty young girl
Trying to play together somehow
I'm wasting my life, you're changing the world
I get drunk and watch your head grow

It's the good times that we share
And the bad times that we'll have
It's the good times
And the bad times that we had

Well it's been a long slow collision
I'm a pit bull, you're a dog
Baby you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine
And you, you need to be nicer
For the good times and the bad times
That we'll have

Sometimes we talk over dinner like old friends
Till I go and kill the bottle
I go off over any old thing
Break your heart and raise a glass or ten

To the good times that we shared
And the bad times that we'll have
To the good times
And the bad time that we've had

Well, it's been a long slow collision
I'm a pit bull, you're a dog
Baby you're foul in clear conditions
But you're handsome in the fog

So I need some fine wine
And you, you need to be nicer
For the good times
And the bad times we know will come, yeah

I need some fine wine
And you, you need to be nicer
You need to be nicer, you need
For the good times
And the bad time that we had

Sit

Good times, bad times
Sweet wine, bad wine
Good cop, bad cop
Lapdog, bad dog
Sit

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I'M Bad - Lyrics - Bigger & Deffer - Ll Cool J

Title: I'M Bad
Album: Bigger & Deffer
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Bobby Erving, Dwayne Simon, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Calling all cars, calling all cars
Be on the lookout for a tall light-skinned brother with dimples
Wearing a black Kangol, sweatsuit, gold chain and sneakers
Last seen on Farmer's Boulevard headed east
Alias LL Cool J, he's bad

No rapper can rap quite like I can
I'll take a musclebound man and put his face in the sand
Not the last mafioso, I'm a MC cop
Make you say, "Go LL and do the wop"

If you think you can outrhyme me, yeah boy I bet
'Cause I ain't met a motherfucker who can do that yet
Trend setter, I'm better, my rhymes are good
I got a gourmet plate that says, "I wish you would"

And when rap begin then I gotta join in and
Before my rhyme is over you know I'ma win
Cool J has arrived, so you better make way
Ask anybody in the crowd, they say the kid don't play

Sparring competition, that's my hobby and job
I don't wear a disguise because I don't own the mob
Got a pinpoint rap that makes you feel trapped
So many girls on my jock, I think my phone is tapped

I'm bad, Cool J, Cool J
Cool J, Cool J , Cool J, Cool J

I'm like Tyson icin', I'm a soldier at war
I'm makin' sure you don't try to battle me no more
Got concrete rhymes been rappin' for ten years and
Even when I'm braggin' I'm bein' sincere

MC's can't win, I make 'em rust like tin
They call me Jaws, my hat is like a shark's fin
Because I'm bad as can be, got my voice all waxed
Some brothers think he's making records, now he must have relaxed

I couldn't, shouldn't and it'll stay that way
The best rapper you've heard is LL Cool J
Kamikaze, take a look at what I've done
Used to rock in my basement, now I'm number one

And can happen on time, never standin' on lime
You wanna try me? First, you better learn how to rhyme
I'm the pinnacle, that means I reign supreme
And I'm notorious, I'll crush you like a jelly bean

I'm bad

I eliminate punks, cut 'em up in chunks
You were souped, you heard me and your ego shrunk
I'm devastating, I'm so good it's a shame
'Cause I eat rappers like a cannibal, they call me insane

I'm as strong as a bull, of course you know I am pull
I enjoy what I'm doing plus I'm paid in full
Not buckaroo bonsai but busted out as I
Say the kind of rhymes that make MC's withstand, I tie

Never retire or put my mike on the shelf
The baddest rapper in the history of rap itself
Not bitter or mad, just provin' I'm bad
You want a hit, give me a hour plus a pen and a pad

MC's they retreat 'cause they know I can beat 'em
And eat 'em in a battle and the Ref won't cheat 'em
I'm the best takin' out all rookies
So forget Oreos, eat Cool J cookies

I'm bad, Cool J, Cool J
Cool J, Cool J, Cool J, Cool J

Never ever, no never
Never wearin' no Levis, battle me why try
I'll treat you like a stepchild, so tell mommy bye bye
Sparrin' MC's and I'ma never get whipped
When I retire I'll get worshiped like a old battleship

L.L., I'm bad, other rappers know
When I enter the center they say, "Yo, yo there he go"
My paycheck's large, Mr. Bogart in charge
Not a puncher or hunter from a rap cool large

The original Todd teachin' how to be hard
Take the skin off a snake and split a pea from a pod
You're a novice, I'm noble and I decipher my tongue
Not Atilla the Hun [incomprehensible] son

My vulture's exact like rack and pinion in a Jag
You try to brag, you get your rhymes from a grab bag
No good scavenger, catfish vulture
My tongue's a chisel in this competition sculpture

I'm bad

Think I'm gonna need backup
Think I'm gonna need backup
What you need that for?
Yo, this is LL Cool J
And you'll never catch me so don't even try it
I'm too bad for ya, understand
Aah, I'm bad

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What'S The Use - Lyrics - Few Left Standing

Title: What'S The Use
Artist: Few Left Standing
Composer(s): Jonathan Keegin, Jason Lancaster, Christopher Stafford, Aaron Winter

Lyric:
Where's my head?
Caught up in selling the drama
Where am I?
Coloring the chameleon to fit in
Lost my integrity to have a social status
Good cop, bad cop

Be all things to all people
I feel that You won't be so
A talker, a listener
Not a conformist

Sometimes I found myself loving You
I think I'm in love with You now
(I love you)
I found myself hating You, I think I hate You
(I hate you)

Trying to save You
Trying to hurt You
Trying to save You

Losing sight on why I live
Losing sight on why I live
Losing sight on why I live

If I live, I live for Him
If I die, I die for Him
If I live, I live for Him

If I die, I die for Him
If I live, I live for Him
If I die, I die for Him

Take up your cross
Follow Him, not the sheep
Take up your cross
Follow Him, not the sheep

Time to focus on developing
Not damaging
Time to focus on developing
Not damaging

Don't want to be another Judas
What have I done? What have I done?
Don't want to be another Judas
What have I done? What have I done?

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Say Hi To The Bad Guy - Lyrics - The Predator - Ice Cube

Title: Say Hi To The Bad Guy
Album: The Predator
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Sylvester Stewart, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, O'Shea Jackson, Bernard G. Worrell

Lyric:
Good evening. Police, do not attempt to adjust your radios. There is nothing
Wrong. We have takin control over this city as to bring you this special
Bulletin and we will return this motherfucker to ya as soon as the National
Guard move in

The cops wanna catch the nigga that won't fetch
But I'll blast ya, never call ya master
Who is that kickin up shit much faster?
Rollin on a scooter, you know I might do ya
See a black clock and my buckshots run right thru ya
I never knew ya
Cause I'm not a trick
You can suck the biggity-dick, I'm not the piggity-pig
I get away quickity-quick
On the plane to South Central
Never get played by the monkey wrench ho
Steady mobbin I'm just like Robin Hood
Up to no good, so many bitches on my wood
To the right of me and to the left of me
Bitch, I got so much game I need a referee
Throw a penalty of ass interference
Damn, y'all over me, so bitch get on the bitch
Here comes the cops so I better hit the fence
Better run fast cause the dobermans pinch
And I won't play mine in the daytime
Goddamn, here comes the canine
Four legged copper that wants to use Ice Cube as a whopper
But who's the first nigga to outrun a chopper?
No lie say hi to the bad guy

Fuck! (Hey guys, where ya headed?)
Nowhere, man (Got your licence and registration?)
Yeah, hold up, right here (Hey, what's in that box back there?)
Nuttin, aah, nuttin (They happen to be donuts?)
(Ya got a glazed donut? How bout a bearclaw?)
Aaah (If you don't have one, I got to gaffle ya)
What? You gon' gaf Yeah

See one-time, hit em up
Cos you know the Lench Mob is down to get em up
People think Ice Cube roll with the gangs
Cos I'm in a coupe de sittin on thangs
Ain't gotta tell me twice about the jack
See a got a 9 in my lap ta take care of that
Caps get peeled on the regular
Cause niggas try to get me for my cellular
Knick knack paddy wack, the mack daddy's back
Kidnappin hos like the Patty Hurst jack
Have the white ho, with a fo'-fo'?
Go rob a liquor store, they can't blame it on a negro
Bring the money to the rooster
Had the bitch and the Mob bein the booster
Damn, can't stand when the bitch get sent to sample brand
And come back up man
You wanna point the finger at me cos the OG
Is souped like Chef boyardee
Humpin, jumpin, had the place jumpin
Goddamn, gotta break you off somethin
You wanna know why I bust in half
Now look at you now
Huh, and I'm out real fast
Get the paper out yo' ass, baby
Yo, here we go, listen to the po'
Shoot the bo-bo and act like ya know, ho
Fuck with the flow and die
When I walk by say hi to the bad guy

Ai yo man, there's just one left (I'll make a deal with ya)
What? (Aah, ya got one of those powdered donuts?
(How bout that twister? If it have cream in the middle, I'm gonna have to
Gaffle ya!)
You gon' gaffle us? (Hey, can I reach back there and get one?0
Aaah yeah homie, go on and reach ahead here
Duck ya head in here man
(What kind of cop killer are you?)
(What kind of cop killer are you?)
(What kind of cop killer are you?)

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Pearly Gates - Lyrics - Blood Money - Mobb Deep

Title: Pearly Gates
Album: Blood Money
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Robert Matthew Bowles, A Manfredi, Kejuan W Muchita, Curtis James Jackson, Albert Johnson

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Lyric:
Yeah

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Now if you followed my footsteps and walked through my shoes
You wouldn't go against me cause you know you would lose
It's been along time comin' I done paid my dues
Now every time I turn around it's like I'm back in the news

I know alot of niggaz want me wearin' cement shoes
And Uncle Tom niggaz wanna see me locked up to
Around the same time KRS was writin' Black Cop
I was busy tryin' to pump cracks in the black blocks

Poppin' shit to my homeys about how my gat pop
Got rid of that chrome thing and got back a black glock
P ninety hold ten but I had six shots
I used to walk around with it and risk gettin' knocked

I bought a fresh box of bullets from Old Man Sam
Wanted to shoot a nigga so bad it was itchin' my hand
Some shot it out with me, and some of them ran
And some of them dashed were good and some of them jammed

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Now if you take a good look and look into my face
And if they wouldn't even dare to violate my space
Som' I did so much dirt, I'm tryin' to clean my slate
And ate so many niggaz food and now they want mines ate

The dogs bark when I walk and since the souls I took
Moms pray for me with her right hand on the good book
Saw shots fly by me, no, I shouldn't been trippin'
The Pulp Fiction must have been God's divine intervention

Wouldn't thought then from that, I learned my lesson
And clean my act up and go straight to perfection
Uncle La got knocked the feds hit it with seven
And left me with the fifty cal and a mac eleven

Start everything from everything from heads to the worries
And had half the hood damn near wanted to mirk us
Found myself askin' God what the fuck is my purpose
You go to heaven, know I'm foul but put a good word in

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Now homey if I go to Hell and you make it to the pearly gates
Tell the boss man we got beef
And tell his only son, I'm a see him when I see him
And when I see him, I'm a beat him like a movie

For leavin' us out to dry on straight poverty
For not showin' me no signs they watchin' over me
Yo! We a new breed in two thousand six
We don't give a fuck about that religious bullshit

Nigga show me where the cash at
The nice whips with the three car garage to fit them shits
Man my life is painful, pray to angels
I'm prayin' to myself hopin', I ain't got to spank you

My bullets shank you, and when my guns start cuttin'
Ain't nobody gon' save you
In the bible times, they ain't had to deal with the shit
We dealin' within, these survival times

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

Homey, if I go to Hell and you make it to Heaven
Just get me to the gate, and I'll talk my way in
Got a gift, I'm special with the flow I'm good
Shit, I done talk my way out of the hood

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All Night - Lyrics - Swollen Members

Title: All Night
Artist: Swollen Members
Composer(s): Kiley Hendricks, Shane Bunting, Daniel James Denton, Christian Olde Woblers

Lyric:
Yeah, this is swollen members
Come on, another battle axe banger
Breakin' out the heat, showin' you what's really goin' on
Come on

Don't stop
Make it last all night
Hey ma' what's really good?
Shake ya' ass all night
Come on, get in the ride
Drive fast all night
But you already got a girl
That's alright

Don't stop
Make it last all night
Hey ma' what's really good?
Shake ya' ass all night
Come on, get in the ride
Drive fast all night
But you already got a girl
That's alright

What up ma', you wanna hang with a rock star
Hop into my truck, get stopped by a cop car
Hot as it supposed to get
Seem like the police, they don't like my associates

We some monsters in concert
Drunk in the middle of the club like who wants it
Mass appeal with massive wheels, bling-bling
Chocolate belt buckle, I'm the motorcycle ring king

Brand new breed, creek of vengeance
Bad muscle car with TV's and chromed out engines
Fuckin' models and smashin' glass bottles
Full blown, no helmet, full throttle

Rhinestone cowboy, desperado
Underground to winnin' the rap lotto
Now mad child's talkin' 'bout cash, son of a bitch
I was just broke before, it's more fun bein' rich

Don't stop
Make it last all night
Hey ma' what's really good?
Shake ya' ass all night
Come on, get in the ride
Drive fast all night
But you already got a girl
That's alright

Don't stop
Make it last all night
Hey ma' what's really good?
Shake ya' ass all night
Come on, get in the ride
Drive fast all night
But you already got a girl
That's alright

Yo' ma', you're so raw, hotter than solar
I like you so far, dancin' with no bra
Show me where them hands are, reachin' for my keys
It's cool we can roll, we do everything in three's

Four go with them, two come with me
Pound it like a drum, see how fun it can be
Now pull like a monster truck, at the crib
Who wants to fuck, this is life, live it up

Case closed, but there's more for later
Pushin' the buttons like space invaders
My whole pack is tattooed and black like villains
We can bounce tonight, but tomorrow don't catch feelin's

Don't stop
Make it last all night
Hey ma' what's really good?
Shake ya' ass all night
Come on, get in the ride
Drive fast all night
But you already got a girl
That's alright

Bouce, rock, drink, smoke, do whatever
Can't stop get more of this cheddar
Don't you love it when the plan comes together?
We doin' big things spend more of this cheddar

I hear them say glorious, how it must feel
We comin' through rollin' on rims bigger than bus wheels
And plus skill, that's a total package
You scared like airplanes and explode 'em package

That's the size of the damage we do, no amateur crew
We takin' care of business like a manager do, hey
Rhymes knowin' how I'm so fantastic
When I bend it and smack it, just ask the last chick

The beat knockin' like a brick to the head
It's moka o, and if you don't know I'm sick in the head, come on
Rippin' it, that's why I'm flippin' the bread
I got your neck nodding like a bitch addicted to head, ya' know

Don't stop
Make it last all night
Hey ma' what's really good?
Shake ya' ass all night
Come on, get in the ride
Drive fast all night
But you already got a girl
That's alright

Don't stop
Make it last all night
Hey ma' what's really good?
Shake ya' ass all night
Come on, get in the ride
Drive fast all night
But you already got a girl
That's alright

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Float On - Lyrics - Good News For People Who Love Bad News - Modest Mouse

Title: Float On
Album: Good News For People Who Love Bad News
Artist: Modest Mouse
Composer(s): Dann Gallucci, Eric Judy, Isaac Brock

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Lyric:
I backed my car into a cop car the other day
Well, he just drove off, sometimes life's okay
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did I say?
Well, you just laughed it off, it was all okay

And we'll all float on, okay
And we'll all float on, okay
And we'll all float on, okay
And we'll all float on anyway, well

A fake Jamaican took every last dime with a scam
It was worth it just to learn from sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work it's way to all them plans
We both got fired on exactly the same day
Well, we'll float on, good news is on the way

And we'll all float on, okay
And we'll all float on, okay
And we'll all float on, okay
And we'll all float on, alright

Already we'll all float on
Now don't you worry, we'll all float on
Alright, already we'll all float on
Alright, don't worry, we'll all float on

Alright, already and we'll all float on
Alright, already we'll all float on
Alright, don't worry even if things end up a bit too heavy
We'll all float on, alright

Already we'll all float on
Alright, already we'll all float on
Okay, don't worry, we'll all float on
Even if things get heavy, we'll all float on

Alright, already we'll all float on
Alright, no don't you worry, we'll all float on
Alright, all float on

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B.R. - Lyrics - Black Rob

Title: B.R.
Artist: Black Rob
Composer(s): Arby Quinn, Robert Briggs, Trevell Coleman, Deric Angelettie, Robert Ross

Lyric:
Black Rob, B.R.
Black Rob, B.R.

I am about to set the record straight
(The world's famous)
It's 99 man
Time to let them know man

Yo aiyo, yo, yo, it's kill or be killed
My skillz leavin' them chilled on ice
Like twice when I flash my steel
They can't touch, won't touch, never touch

Driving around with the toasty whip, never bust
Puffin dust like fiends, I mean I want green ya shifty
Cop the big eight fifty with the gleam
My team

Full of cut throats with enough notes to write a fuckin' book
Take a good fucking look at these bad guys
Stay madd fly, madd high
In the ford expidie and I don't expect to die

On some humble shit, I am on some rumble shit
When it's on you should see the shit I come through with
If you scared by dog release the four by fours
I heard the fagot ass Don died and he shit in his drawers

On the streets black good like all state, ya all fake
Just got paid but fuck it, I want some more cake
Ya faith, in my hand
Now ya nervous man and drive my brains quick fast at ya service

My brother Curtis squeeze gats to celliums
I make it where you can't escape the parra bedlams
I tell some, live ya life like Puff did
I did enough biz, ask any body, I am rough kid

Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh

Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh

Yo, yo, I put a finger in the air
For the hearing impaired, if you're hearin' this fear
Than your hearing it cleared
Man I fuck with bod, got put on the job

Don't question it to stars, I'ma put 'em in saw
Straight gate, I suggest you vacate
When I shake, they feel earthquakes in eight states
Oh trait, off the Richter, drunk

Off the liquor, shot towards you mister
Off course it hit you hard, it gets hard, I pick the card
Any card any problem I'ma hit your squad
Eyes on the shapar when I twisted God

You think you got it all together, get it ripped apart
Man you can't stand the heat, stay up outta the street
Nigga turn police 'cause they shot up his jeep
I subtract like mad, don't make me bald

So I want it all, fuck had, don't make me laugh
By all means, get this money, it's all green
It's all good and I wished that ya'll would
Man fuck that, security told ya to tuck that

Now up that, now that you see where lux at
I got the game by the balls and I get all calls
So if you play to much I put the shit on pause

Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh

Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh, uh
Black Rob, we are
Black Rob, uh uh

B.R.
B.R.

Bad boy, nigga, Harlem underworld
Alumni, the one guy
The gun die, day one
Life Stories, Black 99

Life stories, I'm here 1999, baby it's on
I think I'm about to feel something here
We here baby, bad boy
Bad boy

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Ain'T Got Nothing - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Ain'T Got Nothing
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell Crump, Torence Hatch, Awood Johnson

Lyric:
Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho

Bitches get a boot, I ain't trickin' all the loot
Sick of lyin' to them hoes, I'ma tell 'em all the truth
A brother doin' bad, buy your own fuckin' drank
Get yourself up in the club, stop reachin' for my bank

I'm a miser, that mean I'm tight as a Jew
So if you're, lookin' for love, bitch, you know what to do
Find a man, 'cause I ain't givin' nuttin' but dick
If you insulted? Grab your fuckin' pussy and split

Callin' my phone, tryin' to get in V.I.P.
I'll get you in but my niggaz want some head for free
If you're, wit' it I'm wit' it, if you're not get-the-fuck ho
Thinkin' a nigga get you treated like a buck ho

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind ho

Let me hold somethin' Banner, look you can't hold shit
Nigga buy your own drink, stop beggin' like a bitch
Get some motherfuckin' nuts, be a motherfuckin' man
Y'all them same niggaz laughin' when I step off in that van

Bootlegger cocksuckers in my face, you a fan, ho
Get up off my nuts and start your own fuckin' band, ho
Grab some fuckin' chalm sticks, get off of a nigga dick
Even if you had a pussy, bitch, I wouldn't splurge trick

Man, I'm comin' down hard, pullin' pussy niggaz cards
If you don't like it knuckle up and take it to the yard
Dead but you won't get a cent from me
But you can get a good ass kickin' for free, punk bitch

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind, ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho

Now when I step off in the club, all the bad girls scream
Holla "Boosie bad-ass, let me hit ya cup of lean"
Told her no way, look like you be-fo'play
I hit you with this dick and I'm gon' make you run like O.J.

Now they got redbones, blackbones, horses and stallions
But if you got that fire cat [Incomprehensible] Boosie he ain't gone
You want your bread fire really you can get it
But we linin' like we dope and all my niggaz wanna hit it

I'm a fool in Mississippi, I'm lovin' the hype
Everything I drop it they gon' cop it like I'm Tina and Ike
I got a clique of real niggaz and we ready to fight
And we fo' sho' to hit somethin' at the telly tonight

I'm at the suites with two freaks, I'm slappin' 'em on they cheeks
I'm hittin 'em from the back off a David Banner beat
Now I'm skeetin' on the sheets, headed to another city
Where we go and get some cat and we ain't gotta pay a penny nigga

Now we can take a walk to my truck
(But I ain't got nothing)
And I ain't tryin' to say you're a duck
(But I ain't got nothing)

And I ain't tryin' to say you're a ho
(But I ain't got nothing)
But, bitch, I'm doin' bad and I'm broke
(Bitch, I ain't got nothing)

I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-gr-uh-grind, ho
And I ain't payin' for shit, I'm on the grind, ho
I'm on the grind ho, I'm on the grind, ho

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Joker'S Wild - Lyrics - The Riddle Box - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Joker'S Wild
Album: The Riddle Box
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce, Mike E. Clark, William Dail

Lyric:
Welcome to another exciting episode of Del Ray's
Number one game show, The Joker's Wild!
Shaggy, tell us something about tonight's contestants
Hey, motherfuckers
Get ready for the killer show of this bitch
We gotta cop, we gotta judge, and we gotta redneck
So step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

Woohoo!
Everybody smile, guess who's back on your underground dial
It's the game show host with the most
And tonight we finna have a little pig roast

Cop copper, it's been a long while
Lace up your boots and come on down the aisle
Mr. Pig-Man packing that steel
But tonight, you ain't shit, now spin the fuckin' wheel

Looks good, nice try
Now let's see just how ya gonna die?
Lucky, lucky, he landed on Carpenter Jed
He just pounds nails in your forehead

The pig got lucky that time
But let's take a look who's next down the line
Oh, the 43rd District judge
Hey pal, remember me, you threw me in jail

Take a spin or I'll snap your neck
The clicker's landed, let me check
The Jokey, hey, it ain't bad at all
We just cut your face off and slap your skull

Who's next for the games and fun?
Hillbilly Earl, come on down, run
The redneck that sicked his dog on me
Now that's gonna cost you a spin, buddy

Spin around and around it goes
Staple your lips shut, cut off your toes
Then I throw your corpse on top of the pile
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

Tell me who killed 17 people and later ate their dead bodies?
Jeffrey Dahmer
No, the correct answer would be your mother
Shaggs?
Aww, shit, motherfuckers
Get ready for round two of this bitch
So, if you want your fucking neckbone chopped
Step the fuck up and play the Joker's Wild!"

You like big money and prizes, don't ya
You'd probably kill for a big prize, won't ya
Ya little bitch, it's your turn to spin
Free money, now spin again

Oh goody, the unzip your drawers
I'm finna clip this chain on your balls
Raise ya upside down for the bang bada
Now we bust your head like a pinata

The audience loves that shit
Listen to 'em cheer when your forehead splits
Wait! Cut to a break, oh shit, d-damn ah
We got guts on the camera

The Joker's Wild is brought to you by, Faygo
Everybody sing!
Send your momma straight up to the store
Tell that bitch to bring home a Faygo

Welcome back to the Carnival Show
Here's your chance for the big money cash flow
Hit your buzzer, pull your lever
Joker, joker, lemon, we sever your head

Pick a door, one, two or three
It's the same behind every door, me
There's no escape, now gimme that bald head
The crowd can't help, look, they're all dead

At home they just watching your doom
We broadcast from hell to your living room
I ripped off his knuckle, wicked clown style
Anything goes on the Joker's Wild

It's time to play hit or miss
Contestant number one, open your mouth
Contestant number two, get ready
Will he hit or miss
He hit! What's next?
We got money, we got cash, we got prizes
We got blood, we got guts
We got naked dead bitches on the Joker's Wild

I got my yellow suit and my purple tie
Somebody's gonna die, oh my
It's Mr. Thompson, my next door neighbor
Always bitchin, yellin' from the kitchen window

See, he died and he went to hell though
We meet again, I got my own game show
Spin the wheel, cuz I just can't fuck around
Bonus round!

Oh shit, the end of the game
Bonus round, we goin' out with a bang
You gotta chance for money and prizes
You gotta chance at death, too

So get ready, I'm coming at'cha fast
Your chance for freedom at last
Four questions, so are you ready, Jack?
"Uh, I think so", load the gat

The cop in here?
Eats butt
Yes, the square root of two?
Uhh
Correct, nutsacs don't belong in?
Butt cracks
Right
Richboys eat?
Caviar
No, the correct answer's, bullets
Oh geez, this is Bink Chipperwink saying
"So long till next week folks
See ya later, goodbye"

That's it, go home

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Let Me Love You [Remix] - Lyrics - Turning Point - Mario

Title: Let Me Love You [Remix]
Album: Turning Point
Artist: Mario
Composer(s): Shaffer Smith, Kameron Houff, Scott Storch

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Lyric:
Baby you should let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
Let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
Baby you should let me, let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
Baby you should let me

Let's go, c'mon
Just relieve your stress, relax
Chill your ring finger and freeze ya chest
Cop you a new beamer, the bead's is next
And even though it's a want I need the sex

I hope it's just insecurity, 'cause' I know she's feelin' me
Diggin' the growth and the maturity
But I got hard luck, 'cause honey keep keepin' her guards up
So I'm just tryna even the odds up

And that part sucks to have to keep goin' back in on her
When she knows that I been on her
Since back in the days in Manhattan after the matinee
When she just happened to wave

That's when I knew she had the right shine and the right mind
It's just on me to catch her at the right time
When I get her I'mma grab her by the wrist
Pull her close to me, hug her and tell her this

Baby you should let me love you, let me be the one to
Give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection, make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be

Baby I just don't get it, do you enjoy bein' hurt?
I know you smell the perfume, the make up on his shirt
You don't believe his stories, you know that they are all lies
Bad as you are, stick around, and I just don't know why

If I was your man, baby you'd never worry about what I do
I'd be coming home back to you every night, doin' you right
Your the type of woman, deserve good things
Fist full of diamonds, hand full of rings
Baby you're a star, I just want to show you, you are

Baby you should let me love you, let me be the one to
Give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection, make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be

Baby you should let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me, let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me, let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me, let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me

What you want, a cruise, avenues and a ride with a pair of shoes?
Shinin' like a diamond sittin' high with raised attitude
Listen baby, I could change your attitude
You chillin' with the King, you ain't dealin' with them rapper dudes

Keep it real, kick it with me is what you rather do
I was poppin' before you, gonna' be the same after you
I ain't gonna chase you, I'd rather replace you
In case you wonderin', I'm stuntin' and way major

If the ice don't matter, and the money don't phase you
Cars don't impress you, I bet the sex will amaze you
Look you don't want to past the chance
I spend the summer in the bottom half of France

Don't be alarmed, I don't mean no harm
I help you before I hurt you, I'm tryna rebirth you
I wanna love you, I ain't just have to nail you
You already know I can show you better than I can tell you

Baby you should let me love you, let me be the one to
Give you everything you want and need
Baby good love and protection, make me your selection
Show you the way love's supposed to be

Baby you should let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me, let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me, let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me, let me love you, let me love you
Baby you should let me love you
You should let me

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Float On (Modest Mouse Cover) - Lyrics - Ben Lee

Title: Float On (Modest Mouse Cover)
Artist: Ben Lee
Composer(s): Dann Gallucci, Eric Judy, Isaac Brock

Lyric:
I backed my car into a cop car the other day
And he just drove off, sometimes life's okay
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did I say
You laughed it off, it was all okay

And we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on alright already
We all float on okay

A fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam
It was worth it to learn from sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans

And we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on alright already
We all float on okay

We both got fired on exactly the same day
We'll float on good news is on the way
Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands
Good news is on the way

And we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on now don't worry
We all float on

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Float On - Lyrics - Kidz Bop 7 - Kidz Bop Kids

Title: Float On
Album: Kidz Bop 7
Artist: Kidz Bop Kids
Composer(s): Dann Gallucci, Eric Judy, Isaac Brock

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Lyric:
I backed my car into a cop car the other day
And he just drove off, sometimes life's okay
I ran my mouth off a bit too much, oh, what did I say
You laughed it off, it was all okay

And we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on alright already
We all float on okay

A fake Jamaican took every last dime with that scam
It was worth it to learn from sleight-of-hand
Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands
Good news will work its way to all them plans

And we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on alright already
We all float on okay

We both got fired on exactly the same day
We'll float on good news is on the way
Bad news comes, don't you worry even when it lands
Good news is on the way

And we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on okay
Yeah, we all float on now don't worry
We all float on

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I Got Money - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: I Got Money
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Clifford Joseph Harris, Aldrin Davis

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, [Incomprehensible], 'cause I got money
I got money you ***, that's right [Incomprehensible]

All I know is the sky is blue and the Coupe is new
And if ya money's right the *** is white
The birds fly south every year in the night
Gotta get it how you live *** them hataz

Get 'em, I'm get 'em off like hot potatoes
Good morning Vietnam yeah, we tryin' to earn stripes
Get jammed up of one can cost you ya whole life, damn
So say goodnight to the bad guy

Fresh pair of 87 jeans I'm so fly
My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every *** in the projects wanna do me
Snowman's the name, 100 grand on the chain

My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every *** in the projects wanna do me 'cause I got money
(You tellin' a joke, I got money, no, I'm serious)
Remember when I couldn't afford no cloths but now a days
A *** hit the baddest *** 'cause I got money
(Yeah, yeah, you know I'm serious man, I got money)

The Chevy's sittin' so high but the rims sit low, I got 'em from Baileys
CTE that's the label that pays me, I own that so I pay myself
Being brokes bad for my health, nyquill green 26 inches
Greenbriar mall pulled 26 ***, that's right

Make a quick stop serve 9 ***
These are my confessions, I'm a sucker for clothes
That paper stack up if you let it
But I keep *** up, I gotta shoe fetish

Bad habits I may walk just every week
Fifty pairs or new Nike's ain't cheap
You know I gotta get the cap to match, new era s*** I a town to that
Throw the bags in the trunk right back to the trap, wassup

My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every *** in the projects wanna do me 'cause I got money
(You tellin' a joke, I got money, no, I'm serious)
Remember when I couldn't afford no cloths but now a days
A *** hit the baddest *** 'cause I got money
(Yeah, yeah, you know I'm serious man, I got money)

See me in the drive off 30 down town evening Houston
It caught a flat tire had to leave it in Houston
And then ran out of gas in the blue GT
The minute we leave I cop the new GT

So now balla wouldn't call caught him livin' a lie
Hey, you can't help to spend it pimpin' if you gettin' it right
Listen if you be gettin' what I be gettin' tonight
You too would be high as a kite blowin' *** on a flight

Oh, I'm g 4'in at my 7 ay commercial ight
Just security being a *** can't get in with this
But everything 100 million again
I'm in a vanquish tell that *** fo' she begin to sins

My seats are suede my luggage is Louie
And every *** in the projects wanna do me 'cause I got money
(You tellin' a joke, I got money, no, I'm serious)
Remember when I couldn't afford no cloths but now a days
A *** hit the baddest *** 'cause I got money
(Yeah, yeah, you know I'm serious man, I got money)

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Life In The Movies - Lyrics - Lucky Dube

Title: Life In The Movies
Artist: Lucky Dube
Composer(s): Lucky Dube

Lyric:
Warning, this is the chief of police speaking
Do not steal police hate competition

Where we gonna run, where we gonna hide?
You've got the right to remain silent
But forever they were brought here to protect us
They were brought here not to hurt
But now they hurt us everyday

You see, police have joined
Forces with criminals
Don't steal, police hate competition
We can't sit down, something must be done

Catching the bad guys in real life
Is not as easy as it is in the movies

We see James Bond
(007)
Eddie Murphy
(Beverly Hills Cop)
Chasing bad guys all the time

But police in real life have joined
Forces with criminals
Don't steal, police hate competition
We can't sit down something must be done

Our life has got to be like
Life in the movies
Where the good guys always
Win in the end

Life in the movies

How can we expect them
To serve and protect the community?
If they themselves are the bad guys

Police have joined forces with criminals
Stand up and fight, no one is safe

Life in the movies

Life in the movies

Life in the movies
...

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What If I Was White? - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: What If I Was White?
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Kirk Jones, Damon Elliott

Lyric:
Yo, I got an idea
Let me go grab sticky right quick
Hey yo, stick, stick

Yo, Slim Shady
Yo, I just had like a nightmare
Wait it wasn't like a nightmare
It was like a good dreah

Well it wasn't a good
What was it?
Hey, I just had a crazy dream man
What? I dreamed I was white

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

Yo, yo
What if I was white
Skin the same color as Eminem?
The whole shibang
I know one thing

Police wouldn't always be watching me
Pull me over for nothin'
Constantly jockin' me
Yellow cabs in the cities would stop for me
I wouldn't need caladeral to buy property

If I was white
Wouldn't matter if I was rich or poor
Security wouldn't follow me around the store
Like I'd steal something

Because I'm black I rob
And automatically assume I ain't got no job
On my own land I feel like an immigrant
If I was white
I wouldn't thought O.J. was innocent

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white, white
White, white, white

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If I was white
It would be a different world for me
If I was white?
What shade would I be?

Would I be redneck or skinhead
Preppy or high class?
You'd probably live in a trailerpark
And be white trash

In any case that be the ill shit right?
But there's a good and a bad side to being white
You can't say the N word without starting a fight
Couldn't dance on beat, I'd had two left feet

Even if I was white
I'd still have a ghetto chick
Is it a myth or would I really have a little dick
If I was white
I would probably listen to hard rock
And cover my ears when ever I heard hip hop

If I was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If he was white
I'd probably wouldn't even think the same
I'd watch tennis and golf
And bet on hockey games
Wear suit and ties and go to work everyday

If I was white
I couldn't live around my way
And would probably wouldn't
Nver even been an Onyx

I be steady sippin' vodka and tonixs
Smokin' on a Marlboro
Instead of a nNewport
I'd live in Long Island
Instead of New York

If I was white
I probably couldn't dunk
'Cause everybody knows white man can't jump
I probably wouldn't be able to go to the weed spots
'Cause all the dreads would think I'm a cop

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

If he was white
What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white?
What if he was white?

What if he was white?
What if he was white
White, white, white, white
White, white, white, white?

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For My Gangstaz - Lyrics - Untold Story Volume II - Game

Title: For My Gangstaz
Album: Untold Story Volume II
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Livin' in Compton, California CA
Livin' in Compton, California CA
Charlie O, drop that hot shit

Motherfucker it's the game, mister tint the windows wit'cha brain
Since a young'n up and comin', all I did was cop 'caine
They try and change the game, nigga I still cop 'caine
I ain't moved out the hood, still stay where the cops came

Bitches tryin' to throw salt in my name
Barbers tryin' to part my game, niggaz, tryin' to chalk my frame
But I walk on a thin line without scuffin' my Chucks
Bad Boy and I fuck with Puff, so bring the guns if you want, nigga
I'm real good with the glock and 50 G's say, you leave in a box

When I fuck, Lil' Kim guess, I'm feelin' like 'Pac
Niggaz wanna wrestle the game, guess, they feel like The Rock
It doesn't matter, 745 up and down your block
Hop out with a Nextel, niggaz feel like they shot
It's different in my hood, only time we take shots
Is when the Dodgers did good, my niggaz live on the block

This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters red and blue

I'm worldwide with this gangsta lean, my life's no dream
I got a crew in Jamaica, Queens
Lake Charles up to New Orleans in D.C. I sip
My thugs get crunk off Lil' Flip
State to state many shows I rip, I'm the boss of the Bay
Like Clint Eastwood, make my day

Fine bitches look like Lisa Raye, plot on gettin' paid
In the end, all they get is played, maybe a nut, no Ice Capade
Real dudes is shiesty, I only give jewels to wifey
And I don't give a fuck if you really don't like me

It's in my blood to thug, get ill and hyphy
One of the best I might be, it really don't matter
When I bust, sucker MC's scatter, gettin' out of my way
I bust bad bitches night and day, I make classics like Dr. Dre
Closed casket from rhymes, I say

This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters red and blue

Gon' move in on your rock, say fuck the crisis
And ride with the West we got lower coat prices
You know me the king of L.A., New York
Drivin' through Brooklyn in a fo', same color as water
You want X? I can cover the order

Ninety four been hustlin' now watch the shit elevate like Vince Carter
Not the rap martyr or the second rap Carter
Compton's own, I'm home, not the best I just rap harder
Heir to the throne, nobody rep Compton like me
Street spinnin' like waves on that Continental T
My grand moms woulda been proud of me

Look at your grandson now, 'til my demis, Black Mafia ties
So it's hard to let the larcent die, my [incomprehensible] treys
A killer changin' the game like them Marcy guys
And I been compared to Shyne like Shyne was compared to Biggie
I'm from Compton, he from New York City, come on, really?

This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters pour the brew
This is for the gangster in me
This is for the gangster in you
All my gangsters red and blue

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