Good Ol' - Lyrics - Jojo

Title: Good Ol'
Artist: Jojo
Composer(s): Lisa Simmons, Edwin Serrano, Francesca Richard, Carsten Schack, Kenneth Karlin

Lyric:
Posted in the front seat of my Maybach
Nowhere to go
Ready to do whatever's clever
Put on a show

Don't really matter
We can chop, chop, chop it up
We can get it poppin'
Even thump in the parkin' lot

Whatever you like
I'm on the same side
We can go the distance, homie
'Cause I'm always neutral

Give me the green light
Be there in no time
Play the right position
Baby, you can have it all

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol', you know
Good ol', good ol'

Kick back and roll down the window
And just let the wind blow
Get high off that ol', you know
Good ol', good ol'

We'll beat the traffic
And I know all the back streets
We can take the alleys
Baby, there's no hurry

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol'
Good ol', good ol'

Baby boy, right here, I got the power
So what's the show
It'll keep you goin' after hours
Stuck in a zone

What I got right here
Will make the boys hallucinate
Have you braggin', ecstatic
No one can duplicate

Whatever you like
I'm on the same side
We can go the distance, homie
'Cause I'm always neutral

Give me the green light
Be there in no time
Play the right position
Baby, we can have it all

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol', you know
Good ol', good ol'

Kick back and roll down the window
And just let the wind blow
Get high off that ol', you know
Good ol', good ol'

We'll beat the traffic
And I know all the back streets
We can take the alleys
Baby, there's no hurry

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol'
Good ol', good ol'

Now we can uh, uh, uh, let the speakers bump
Keep it on the hush, there's don't need to rush
Now we can uh, uh, uh, let the speakers bump
Keep it on the hush, there's don't need to rush

Now we can uh, uh, uh, let the speakers bump
Keep it on the hush, there's don't need to rush
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce with me
Bounce, bounce, yeah, let's roll

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol' you know
Good ol', good ol'

Kick back and roll down the window
And just let the wind blow
Get high off that ol', you know
Good ol', good ol'

We'll beat the traffic
I know all the back streets
We can take the alleys
Baby, there's no hurry

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol'
Good ol', good ol'

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol' you know
Good ol', good ol'

Kick back and roll down the window
And just let the wind blow
Get high off that ol' you know
Good ol', good ol'

We'll beat the traffic
I know all the back streets
We can take the alleys
Baby, there's no hurry

Put the pedal to the metal
Roll out with my shades low
Get some of that ol'
Good ol', good ol'

Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce with me
Bounce, bounce, yeah, let's roll
Bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce with me
Bounce, bounce, yeah, let's roll

That good ol', that good ol'
That good ol', it's JoJo

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C L And I.A. - Lyrics - The Collection: Vol. 2 - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: C L And I.A.
Album: The Collection: Vol. 2
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Lenton Hutton, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Stanley Howse, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
We still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
We blast away, fuck scrapping, the original thugs
East 99 is where ya find me, slangin' me llello daily
Oh, Cleveland is the city where we come from
Cleveland is the city where we come from

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping

Me and my militant minded, thug ass, mothafuckin' niggaz
Ya bitch made mothafucka, let my niggaz be niggaz
Figure mutiny on the bounty
Ain't no scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the county

Bitch, Goony was half the craft just one of my studies
You moody ah, where your Luchi at?
I know where that poochy's at, you boochie ass
Pretty boy, you was a fag

I think he a fuckin' whiteboy
I'm a motorcycle
I was born to ride psycho
Baby, I'm even worse than before

Mom, can I call when I'm lost? In a coffin of, hot sauce
Finna fall in for sure, Roach killas got money for thuggin' niggaz
He don't got no doja and sho 'nuff ain't got no scrilla
And sho' nuff he don't got no scrilla told ya

Helplessly claim that I shorted you out
Voted you out, closed you out
Nigga, you know what this business about
Got my dick in your mouth, I got my dick in your mouth

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

These niggaz better duck when I buck my tool
Nigga, break yo'self, just drop, don't move
Nonetheless flesh must unfold hot, hot glocks
Drop, stalkin' gat fools

Ready to pap you if we have to, I do
Really don't know what's happenin'
Stack go thuggin' with the killas way back
Rollin' out and our goal to go tripple platinum

T's, killas from off St. Clair
Then all hell's fin to break loose
If you declare war I declare war
Sendin' my troops, swoop through
In come nuclear warheads, slay

I'm sendin' it, yo, when I pull the trigger missiles drop
Then I make your body move, dance hater
Y'all ain't ready and steady thinkin' you fuck with the thugs
Oh damn, you niggaz got tons of swift
Sharp like a double edged machete

We rollin' out, heated heavily fifty calliburs and AK's
No love for the mothafuckin' po, po
Kill 'em all and piss on they fuckin' grave
Cleveland, better believe it
We stay thievin' every last evening

I'ma retreat but proceed with ease
Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin'
Me and hustlas down for the money murder
And mayhem C Land I.A., I.A.
Where them heartless thugs bail thru the wasteland

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

All this damn chronic concoct me out some hellafied tonic
See, we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit
Blow you away, put it on my thugs
Put it on my thugs, yeah, yeah

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping

We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping
We're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A.
Livin' and lastin'
Blast away, fuck scrapping, fuck scrapping

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Good Old Days - Lyrics - Dragonfly - Ziggy Marley

Title: Good Old Days
Album: Dragonfly
Artist: Ziggy Marley
Composer(s): David Marley

Lyric:
Irie days, come on play
Let the angels fly, let the devils die
Got to do what you can with the time at hand
Ali boom mah, yeah, ali boom mah, yeah

Don't worry your mind, it's just the test of time
In five years, these be the good ol' days

No one knows what the future holds
For everything has a season
It's not a time for war, it's a time for peace
Tomorrow knows tomorrow woes

I remember when grandpa used to say
"Grandson, these be the good ol' days"

These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days

Now comes the moon with its starry lights
And so begins the night life
The tribal dance puts me in a trance
As she pulls me in with her magic swing

I asked of her what do we celebrate
She said to me, "These be the good ol' days"

These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days

There is no future, there is only now, now
Let's cherish these moments that we now know, know, know

These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
These be the good ol' days
...

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Good Ol' Nights - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: Good Ol' Nights
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Max D Barnes, Waylon Jennings, Troy Seals

Lyric:
People sit around and they talk and talk
How their dreams all ended too soon
Guess, they never hung out under the stars
Howling at the moon

I guess, we're as different as nine and eight
I see it in a different light
I don't think much about the good ol' days
Just about the good ol' nights

Talk about the good times
Talk about the times when the times were right
You can keep the good ol' days
I'll take the good ol' nights

They wanna go back to when a Cadillac
Didn't look like a Chevrolet
It meant a lot to them but not a thing to me
I never owned one anyway

But a good looking woman and an old guitar
With both of them tuned just right
Well, I don't think much about the good ol' days
Just about the good ol' nights

Talk about the good times
Talk about the times when the times were right
You can keep the good ol' days
I'll take the good ol' nights

You can keep the good ol' days
I'll take the good ol' nights

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We'Ve Got Nothing But Love To Prove - Lyrics - Faith Hill

Title: We'Ve Got Nothing But Love To Prove
Artist: Faith Hill
Composer(s): Darrell Scott

Lyric:
What if no one would kill for their religion?
What if no one ever had to go to war?
What if children of the world made the decisions?
Paint by number hatred wasn't hangin' around anymore

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.
In the good ol' U.S.A., yeah

It's like everything and nothing leads to wisdom
It's like no one really means what they say
While we fight for peace and die for our freedom
I guess we'll leave it to our children to find a better way

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.

I know that I, I'm just a dreamer
A common man, schemer
Looking for light
Out of the dark night of my soul

I hear the drums of war, they are a changin'
And everybody's getting in the groove
Oh, we're laughin' and dancin' and talkin' and jammin' and singin'
Oh, we've got nothin' but love to prove, so how about you?

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.

Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol' U.S.A.
Is everything a-okay in the U.S.A.?
In the good ol', good ol' U.S.A.

Hey, is everything, everything, is everything a-okay?
Hey, is everything, everything, is everything a-okay?

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Good Ol' Girl - Lyrics - Matraca Berg

Title: Good Ol' Girl
Artist: Matraca Berg
Composer(s): Matraca Berg, Randy Scruggs

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Lyric:
She fixes her hair every morning, long before seven o'clock
She'll tell you with her hair that piled up, she feels closer to God
And she fires up that old Chevy, gets to the truckers in time
Serves up the biscuits and gravy and the wisecracks by nine

She's a good ol' girl, she won't let you down
She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her town
And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind
Just ask anybody, just cross her one time
She's a good ol' girl

She's never had any children, oh, but she's taken some strays
She's been known to pay the long distance for scared runaways
And she still goes to church with her momma
Yeah, 'cause that's the right thing to do
But she'll tell you that she's gone out, dancin' with a trucker or two
And then she'll wink at you

She's a good ol' girl, she won't let you down
She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her hometown
And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind
Just ask anybody, just cross her one time
She's a good ol' girl

Yes, she's a good ol' girl and she won't let you down
She's got a picture of Elvis when he came through her town
And her heart is kind, oh, but she speaks, speaks her mind
Just ask anybody, just cross her one time
She's a good ol' girl, yeah, she's a good ol' girl
She's a good ol' girl

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Good Ole Ghetto - Lyrics - Dave Hollister

Title: Good Ole Ghetto
Artist: Dave Hollister
Composer(s): Jason Perry, William De Vaughn, Terron Mitchell, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
Ha ha I know yall can feel me on this one
'Cause I'm talking 'bout the ghetto
Well, well, well, well, wel, oh yeah
Feel me, come go with me

I was about 13 as I recall
Just a young whippersnapper playin' ball
Tryin' to hang out with the homies after dark
We use to slap box until the street lights come on
And I can hear my mama yelling that it was time to come home
But being young you know how hard it be was
I can clearly remember all the other kids laughing at me
Because I use to wear those hand me downs
But if only they can see me now
And every now and then I reminisce about it
Well baby thats life as well you know
When you come straight from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

We ate ghetto food, we wore ghetto clothes
Ended up being ghetto stars, driving our ghetto loads
With a diamond in the back, sunroof top
Diggin' in the scene with a gansta lean ooh
Now I can clearly remember when it was cool
To do the Hammer dance
And everybody wore those pants
But back then I just couldn't afford it
And every now and then I reminisce about it
But its all good in the hood you know
Especially when your from the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout the ghetto, talking 'bout the ghetto
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Talking 'bout the ghetto, talking 'bout the ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again
Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
'Cause these are our sweet ghetto memories

{Ha ha, yeah this song goes out to all my homies
Who are locked up and all my homies who are passed away
Rest in peace
Ha yeah, yeah from the Goodfellas Family
To you and yours, so ghetto}

Hey yo, good ol' ghetto
Hey yo, good ol' ghetto

Hey yo, hey yo, give me some of that
Give me some of that good ol' ghetto
Lookin' back as a kid again, hangin' in the hood again

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Talk About The Good Times - Lyrics - Elvis Presley

Title: Talk About The Good Times
Artist: Elvis Presley
Composer(s): Jerry Reed

Lyric:
Well, I remember when I was just children
The time the people used to treat the neighbor like a fellow man
And all their singing and big prayer meetings
When a man was proud to walk up and shake his neighbors hand

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Oh, if you ever needed help a friend was there
Some good neighbor help you lift your burden
Mmm, and the simple joys of life a friend would share

Times are harder and the people are changing
Now most folks couldn't tell you who their neighbors are
All their guns are loaded, the front doors are bolted
Ain't this ol' world taking hate and fear just a little too far

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
I wish I could go back to the days I'm speaking of
When a friend would meet you and a smile would greet you
What this ol' world needs now is a little old fashioned love

My granddaddy, God rest his soul now
Well, we had a big long talk together the day he died
Said, ?Son, this world is full of hate and venom
And I can't wait to leave this ol' place and rest on the other side?

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Well, I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shaking and sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Well, I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
Have a big hand shaking and sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away

Oh, you talk about the good times, talk about the good times
Well, I'm gonna see all the friends I knew in the good ol' days
We'll have a big hand shaking and sit and talk together
Sit down by the river Jordan and sing our blues away

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Bad Girl - Lyrics - Tropical Storm - Beenie Man

Title: Bad Girl
Album: Tropical Storm
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Moses Anthony Davis, Chad Hugo, Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
Well, mi gal dem look hot in a, hot in a
Hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Well, de amount a girls me have dem
A wonder if me a father Abraham
Girls from Los Angeles and Maryland
Say a me dem want fi plough dem hairy land

Them crown me king de one and only doctor Beenie Man
Dem block de road when me a pass through up a Chapleton
Kidnap me when me do show over Washington
Dem raffle and dem gamble all dem money pawn
Then Stacey Ann she drink bout 10 bottle a Appleton

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

Dat gal de look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

Woman a you man a swarm down pon
And man wan use tongue pon
Man a gaze off a ya body run off a road over junstion
See yuhin a yuh casual ask which flight you come pon
Give you a invitation fi come a big time function

Say dem a drugs man, man a say dem a Oil Suntan
How much dem related to Michael Jordan and Bill Clinton
Girls you ain't no fool, you ain't ol' country bunker
No have fi use no bleaching cream
You no have fi take no sun tan
You know own 95 every car come come drive pon
Nuh Greyhound, nuh Amtrak, weh every man come come jump on

Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love, then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

Dat gal ya look hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when she pose

De girl dem full a charm and intellect
Ambition and etiquette
You me can have fi get
Gal love kill me, kill off de jet
From out of me double AA
Like some 90 minutes cassette

No silicon, no in a ya breast
No stretch mark, no de pon ya chest
You live in a palace
Some gal live in a forest You a get caress
Some gal a get harass
Some gal a link up wit old man Morris
Gal dem weh fi flop yuh show she no born yet

Gal ya hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Hot in a, hot in a, hot in a, hot in a clothes
Good in a, good in a, good a good when ya pose
Zagga zow, zagga zow

She is a bad girl and she don't love you
She is a bad girl and she don't care
Watch out when she gets what she wants from you
She'll take your love then she's out of there

She's a bad girl
There's no telling what she might do
She's a bad girl
Just don't let her bite you

She's a bad girl
You think you're dancing but you're yearning
She's a bad girl
You'll see in the morning

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No Good - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: No Good
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): Vito Tisdale, Brian K Scott, Kenneth Ryan Anthony, William Rahsaan Hughes, Ron Wilson, Melvin Adams, Brian J Kidd

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Lyric:
Yooooo
I said yooooo
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it
This for my country thug street yeagas
You know we gon'

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

My yeaga lookin' like one of them days
I got a Franklin in my pocket, with this lint like a slave
And 20 cent to my name, tryna make this crime pay
Money spent, Ben gone, left me with the Hamil-ton
Window tint, same ol' song
Lincoln on a sack, with the fifty-dat
Bump my song, get drunk, get it crunk
Country-fried, pack a blunt
Evr'ything tight, volume 2 off in the trunk, bump

In a slump, head-shot got me pumped like a gauge
Turn the page, flip the script
Hit the script jump, shorty with the dump
In the hatchback, ass fat
Nickel bag of funk, caught a skunk in a rat trap
Sat back, hit it once, hit it twice, pass that
Mashed-out, Fleetwood, Cadillac, headed south
Woodgrain, pure grain, hold it in and let it out
Bouncin' like a bunny hunny, tell the shorty set it out
Get in where we fit in, we gon' try our best to sell it out

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

We makes it hot for 'em, feel the flames
Who separate the real from lames
Yeaga B Stile's his name
(Where you from?)
The Ville, Lagrange, to mills and fane
Look how far Louisville's done came
Now break it down

I like my pockets fat
And my weed green
And my liquor brown
And my hens clean
With they panties down
And a beat that keep
My yeagas bouncin', bouncin', bouncin', bouncin'

Check, check
My mic vocals, is like choke-holds
Fetch the billfold that my cheese is in
And purchase a nickel to help me breathe again
I'm from a place where blood spills and stains
Filled with drug deals and gangs
Yeagas with gold grills and thangs
Drink up, fill ya tanks, spill ya drinks
It's Nappy, dawg, untamed
Southern slang, unchanged
We sendin' slugs through ya brain
(Fuck what you know, good)
And all my thugs, for the sane

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

A cool cat, with a pimp hat
Cup fulla gin-jack
Dreaded out, throwin' up deuces
When I'm headed out
Slice it up and bet it out, 5-0-4
Throw the prices up and set it out
Real niggaz never doubt
Swerve to the calico, give me a deuce of that
Make it 2 of that, pack a tip, flush a optimo
Keep the change, got to go

Flirt, tryna talk dirty
Georgia-bred, you can tell by my Hawk jersey
Hit me up if you get off early
Then I dap out, so clean
Yo honey actin' mo' mean
Napped-out, momma asking me "What's all that 'bout?
I say I got big plans, look slim but mapped-out
Country boy with country game
Never spittin' nothin' lame
Get paid to rap, still a dap like ain't nothin' changed
My shit stay Nappy, split ends stay happy
Bad threads must've came from his pappy

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

Smoke good, drink good, eat good, Fleetwood
Nickel bag of funk'll make a country yeaga sleep good
Come on, yo' hood, my hood, tote heat, sho' should
Folk round here be up to no good

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Sissyneck - Lyrics - Odelay - Beck

Title: Sissyneck
Album: Odelay
Artist: Beck
Composer(s): Richard Hyman, John King, Beck Hansen, Mike Simpson

Lyric:
I don't need no wheels
I don't need no gasoline
'Cause the wind that is blowin'
Is blowin' like a smoke machine

If I said to you
That I was lookin' for a place to get to
'Cause my neck is broken
And my pants ain't gettin' no bigger

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writin' my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evenin' time

All my friends
Tell me somethin' is gettin' together
I got a beard that would disappear
If I'm dressed in leather

Now let me tell you about my baby
She was born in Arizona
Sittin' in the jail house
Tryin' to learn some good manners

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writin' my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evenin' time

Matchsticks strike
When I'm ridin' my bike to the depot
'Cause everybody knows my name
At the recreation center

If I could only find a nickel
I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows
When he good times have passed out cold

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writin' my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evenin' time

I got a stolen wife
And a rhinestone life
And some good ol' boys
I'm writin' my will
On a three dollar bill
In the evenin' time

Don't talk to me
If you're lookin' for somebody to cry on
Don't talk to me
If you're lookin' for somebody to cry on

Ahh hoo www!

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Plain Ol' Pain - Lyrics - Clay Davidson

Title: Plain Ol' Pain
Artist: Clay Davidson
Composer(s): Tim J. Nichols, Jimmy Alan Stewart

Lyric:
I got a good reason for bein' here
Drivin' by your house
Hopin' to catch a glimpse of you
Maybe talk our troubles out

Well, I've been makin' left turns
'Round and round your block
Circling since Sunday
Evening at six o'clock

Well, I know my behavior
Might seem a little strange
It's got a lot to do with losing you
And plain ol' pain

I got a good reason for bein' here
Where the music's loud
Hopin' to forget about you
And lookin' for a good time crowd

I think I'll shoot some doubles
And sit here at the bar
Well, I ain't goin' nowhere
I gave the bartender my car

Well, I know my behavior
Might seem a little strange
It's got a lot to do with losing you
And plain ol' pain

Well, it's a shootin', stabbin', gnawin'
Naggin', grindin', kind of hurt
An agonizing, memorizing
Constant hell on earth, it's plain ol' pain

I got a good reason for bein' here
Laying on this couch
For a hundred bucks an hour
I'm gonna sort my feelings out

The doctor says my problem
Is common but acute
And I won't get any better
Until I talk to you

It?s fear, emotion anguish
Induced by mental strain
In clinical words or laments terms
It?s plain ol' pain, plain ol' pain

It?s plain ol' pain, plain ol' pain
Plain ol' pain, plain ol' pain
Plain ol' pain

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When You Got Good Friends - Lyrics - Legend - Lynyrd Skynyrd

Title: When You Got Good Friends
Album: Legend
Artist: Lynyrd Skynyrd
Composer(s): Allen Collins, Ronnie Van Zant

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Lyric:
You got to love ol' Charlie Daniels
You got to cut the rug with Wet Willie too
And you got to be a fan of the Marshall Tucker Band
Before I'll sit down and have a drink with you

Yes, Bakersfield has got ol' Merle Haggard
He's a bad, bad boy, yes indeed
Nashville's got a million and one guitar pickers
But I guess my favorite would be the CDB

Yes, there's a few good rockers in New York City
Guess the big LA, it never cared for me
So won't you tell all them Hollywierd, writer people
That it just don't make a damn, when you got good friends like me

Never pick on good ol' Waylon Jennings
Or Willie Nelson, Bob Wills or me
Well they're playin' that good ol' country western
You know this thing they call the Texas Swing

Yes, there's a few good rockers in New York City
Guess the big LA, it never cared for me
So won't you tell all them Hollywierd, writer people
That it just don't make a damn, when you got good friends like me

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Good Ol' Boys - Lyrics - Waylon Jennings

Title: Good Ol' Boys
Artist: Waylon Jennings
Composer(s): Waylon Jennings

Lyric:
Just the good ol' boys
Never meanin' no harm
Beats all you've never saw, been in trouble with the law
Since the day they was born

Straightenin' the curve
Flate'nin' the hills
Someday the mountain might get 'em
But the law never will

Makin' their way
The only way they know how
That's just a little bit more
Than the law will allow

Just the good ol' boys
Wouldn't change if they could
Fightin' the system like a
Two modern day Robin Hood

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Last Of The Steam - Powered Trains - Lyrics - The Village Green Preservation Society - Kinks

Title: Last Of The Steam - Powered Trains
Album: The Village Green Preservation Society
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Like the last of the good ol' puffer trains
I'm the last of the blood and sweat brigade
And I don't know where l'm going, or why I came

I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains

I'm the last of the good old renegades
All my friends are all middle class and gray
But I live in a museum, so l'm okay

I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains

Like the last of the good ol' choo-choo trains
Huff and puff till I blow this world away
And l'm gonna keep on rollin' till my dying day

I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains

Like the last of the good ol' puffer trains
I'm the last of the soot and scum brigade
And all this peaceful living is drivin' me insane

I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains
I'm the last of the good old fashioned steam-powered trains

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Same Ol' Love - Lyrics - Ricky Skaggs

Title: Same Ol' Love
Artist: Ricky Skaggs
Composer(s): Greg Barnhill, Chris Austin

Lyric:
I'd pretend it was over
But over was a word I couldn't take
Each time I thought I'd left you
Well I'd find my way back to you the next day

I was foolish to think
That I could leave you for good
At times I thought I might
But now I know I never could

It's that same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough
Of your same ol' love

Other girls would have left me
If I had so much as said the word goodbye
But you stood there patiently
And watched my leaving turn into a lie

Heaven knows the kind of magic here
That keeps me hangin' on
As long as you're holding me
I know I can't go wrong

It's that same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough
Of your same ol' love

There's no chance of doing better
Or finding someone new
'Cause the truth is they don't make
Them any better than you

It's that same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough

It's your same ol', same ol' love
All forgiving sent from up above
And your same ol', same ol' love
Is all I need, yes, I'll never get enough
Of your same ol' love

Your same ol' love
Oh, your same ol' love
Your same ol' love

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Goes Down Easy - Lyrics - Van Zant

Title: Goes Down Easy
Artist: Van Zant
Composer(s): Tom Hambridge, Gary Nicholson, David Lee Murphy

Lyric:
Oh, yes sir

I don't care if it comes in a bottle
I don't care if it comes in a can
I don't care if it's stirred or shaken
Man, could you give me one for both hands?

If it goes down easy
It makes you feel good
If it goes down easy
It makes you feel good

Sign on the wall said, 'No Dancin' On The Tables'
She never lets the rules get in her way, no she don't
She got the whole joint jumpin' and goin' crazy
She grabbed my hand and danced me right outta the place
Out of the place

If it goes down easy
It makes you feel good
If it goes down easy
It makes you feel good

Might be one of those fine French wines
Might be some good ol' down home brew
Long as we get to have a good time
Most times anything will do

If it goes down easy
Yeah, it makes you feel good
If it goes down easy
It makes you feel good

Oh, that sound is sweet to me man
Sounds good

Listen here now
There are things in life that just keep gettin' better
Oh, yeah, I said no, but I guess maybe I meant yes

Hey, she insisted, so I just had to let her
When it's that smooth who really cares what anybody says, I don't

So if it goes down easy
It makes you feel good
It makes you feel good
If it goes down easy
It makes you feel good

If it goes down easy
(Keep it comin' baby, fill up my glass)
It makes you feel good
(It's kickin' in and I like it like that)
If it goes down easy
(Maybe we shouldn't, maybe we should)
It makes you feel good
(All I know is it makes you feel good)

If it goes down easy
(It makes you feel good)
It makes you feel good
If it goes down easy
It makes you feel good
(Oh, keep it comin' now)

If it goes down easy
(Keep it comin' baby, fill up my glass)
It makes you feel good
(It's kickin' in and I like it like that)
If it goes down easy
(Maybe we shouldn't, maybe we should)
It makes you feel good

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Rocky Top - Lyrics - Dolly Parton

Title: Rocky Top
Artist: Dolly Parton
Composer(s): Boudleaux Bryant, Felice Bryant

Lyric:
Well, I wish that I was on old Rocky Top
Down in the Tennessee hills
'Cause there ain't no smog, no smoke on Rocky Top
Ain't no telephone bill

Now but once I had me a man on Rocky Top
Half bear the other half cat
Well, he was wild as a mink but he was sweet as soda-pop
I often think about that

Oh, Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee, Rocky Top, Tennessee

Now once two strangers climbed ol' Rocky Top
Lookin' for a moonshine still
Strangers ain't come down from Rocky Top
And some say they never will

Did you know corn don't grow at all on Rocky Top?
The dirt's too rocky by far
And that's why all the folks on Rocky Top
Get their corn from a jar

Oh, Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee, Rocky Top, Tennessee

Now I've had years of cramped up city life
Trapped luck a duck in a pen
All I know is it's a dad-burn pity
Life can't be simple again

Oh, Rocky Top, you'll always be
Home sweet home to me
Good ol' Rocky Top
Rocky Top, Tennessee, Rocky Top, Tennessee

Rocky Top, Tennessee
Tennessee, Rocky Top

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All The Good Things Fade Away - Lyrics - Pat Green

Title: All The Good Things Fade Away
Artist: Pat Green
Composer(s): Pat Green, David Neuhauser

Lyric:
Born lucky, I guess
Didn't hurt that I was in the right place at the right time too
That girl she was dandelion beautiful
Damn she was beautiful

The winter wind blows her like a bird
And the petals on the flower fly away
Sometimes it don't matter what you say

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away

I found me a game out towards Shreveport
Couple days just hiding from the sun
Good with the cards and good with the dice
You could say, I had a lucky little run

But what it all made it
Just a little bit more today
But all the luck you have is
Just the bills you left unpaid

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away

Seems sure to me there has to be, such a thing as the good ol' days
Some day somewhere my hair like my memories
Will all just fade out to gray
But they're all right now, and I'd just as soon keep it that way

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away

All the good things fade away
All the good things fade away, yell out

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Z - Izzo / In The End - Lyrics - Collision Course - Jay

Title: Z - Izzo / In The End
Album: Collision Course
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Chester Bennington, Berry Jr Gordy, Deke Richards, Mike Shinoda, Brad Delson, Dennis Lussier, Freddie Perren, Robert G Bourdon, Shawn Carter, Joseph Hahn, Kanye Omari West, Alphonso J Mizell

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Lyric:
This is fun
Ladies and gentlemen, put our hands together for the astonishing
Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the eight wonder of the world
The flow o' the century, always timeless, hov
(That's awesome)

Thank you for comin' out tonight
You coulda been anywhere in the world
But you're here with us, we appreciate that

Uhh, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle, my nizzle used to dribble down in VA
Was herbin' 'em in the home of the Terrapins
Got it dirt cheap for them

Plus if they was short wit' cheese I would work wit' them
Boy and we got rid of that dirt for them
Wasn't born hustlers, I was burpin' em

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' sheezy, my neezy keep my arms so freezy
Can't leave rap alone the game needs me

Haters want me clapped and chromed it ain't easy
Cops wanna knock me, D.A. wanna box me in
But somehow, I beat them charges like Rocky

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty, he who does not feel me is not real to me
Therefore he doesn't exist
So poof, vamoose, son of a bitch

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Fo' shizzle my nizzle used to dribble down in V.A.
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
That's the anthem, get'cha damn hands up

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
Not guilty ya'll got ta feel me
H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A

Yo, it starts with one thing, I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind, I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time

All I know time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away

It's so unreal, I didn't look out below
I watched the time go right out the window
Tried to hold on, but didn't even know
I wasted it all just to watch you go

I kept everything inside
And, even though I tried, it all fell apart
What it meant to me will eventually be
A memory of a time when I tried so

H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A, LP, Jay-Z, help me out
(Aw, they havin' a good 'ol time out there)
It starts with, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A, LP, Jay-Z, help me out
(Aw, they havin' a good 'ol time out there)

It starts with, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A, LP, Jay-Z, help me out
(Yes, indeed, ladies and gentlemen)
It starts with, H to the izz-O, V to the izz-A
(Aw, they havin' a good 'ol time out there)

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