Got To Stop - Lyrics - Sophie Zelmani

Title: Got To Stop
Artist: Sophie Zelmani
Composer(s): Sophie Edkvist, Lars Peter Manton Halapi

Lyric:
I've got to stop, got to stop the trembling
It's beginning to drag me down
I've got to change, my wishes
I've got to stop wanting, wanting you here

I've got to do something about the dreaming
It leaves the day the loss of been touched
I've got to discover some other meaning
And I've got to stop wanting you so much

I've got to stop, got to stop the exploding
It's taking too much sense off me
I've got to change my thinking
Because it blinds me and blinds the right way to see

I've got to stop saving
The abundance becomes a shame without you
I've got to give up the believing
I've got to stop hoping but that's so hard to do

And I've got to stop, I've got to stop worrying
About why loneliness follows me
I've got to stop damning
Damning time for it's aging me

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No Way Jose - Lyrics - Super Saucy - Baby Bash

Title: No Way Jose
Album: Super Saucy
Artist: Baby Bash
Composer(s): Mike Leander, Ron Bryant, Eddie Seago, Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Say I ain't got time, ain't got time

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends, passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

My lifestyle so cold, holla' for the gold
Some say I'm too drunk, some say I'm too blowed
And rollin' wit' kilos and stackin' them C-Notes
Watchin' my cheese grow and blowin' on trees, dawg
And I really can't help it I'm a gifted at timin'
Gorilla grindin' no time for groupies or freestylin'
Want it green as a gecko, I'm respectful to some of ya'll
But some of ya'll be frontin', I don't owe shit to none of ya'll

I got bills to comprehend, popo's be poppin' in
Waitin' and watchin' when, they can take my block in
Comin' in in all the traffic supplyin' they bad habits
The game is gettin' graphic but man I gots to have it
Some love a drug addict but it ain't no excuse
I got these money mackin' skills I'ma put 'em to use
And I ain't doin' too much, ya'll just ain't doin' enough
And I refuse to let a so called ruin my stuff

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends
Passin' by, pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

I'm movin', ain't got nothin' to say
'Cuz 24 hours ain't enough time in a day
So time doesn't exist and I'm watchin' my wrist
If a peck on the cheek means death watch for the kiss
Stay calm under pressure by any means or measure
Remember one's trash is another man's treasure
Business befo' pleasure I'm disciplined and I'm focused
Why you rap cats battle to see who dopest?

I'm in the trenches face down in the game, bruh
And can't nobody know my real name, bruh
Livin' in the season they killin' fo' no reason
And if I make it past 30 then I'm over achievin'
Believin' in the truth, believin' in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day
In the truth, in the way
The light that I follow might bring me a brighter day

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose 'cuz I ain't got time

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose, 'cuz I ain't got time

One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
'Cuz I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
Oh, I'ma get it together

One day, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
Yeah, I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together
I'ma get it together
One day, I'ma get it together

Say, I'ma get it together
Gotta get it together, gotta get it together
I've been grindin' forever
It's time that I get it together, get it together, yeah
Get it together, get it together
Said, I'll get it together

Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Said, "I ain't got time"
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
Man, I ain't got time
Got no time to stop and speak to friends, passin' by
Pass me by
Got no time to stop and speak to friends passin' by
(Pass me by)

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose

'Cuz I gotta be on my way, on my way
I ain't got time to play, time to play
I can't go broke another day, broke another day
No way Jose, no way Jose

'Cuz I ain't got time

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Take Me Now - Lyrics - Cleopatra

Title: Take Me Now
Artist: Cleopatra
Composer(s): Andrew Frampton, Christine Higgins, Cleopatra Higgins, Yonah Higgins, Zainam Higgins

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Take me now
Oh, yeah, oh

You, you telling me you want, for eternity my love
But you say you need some time to think
If I am the one, but your feelings are so strong
You know you want my lovin', baby

You're asking all these questions
Then makin' new suggestions
Do you want me or not?

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Everything I got you know
No other girl has got, got, got, got

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Stop fussing, baby, we can make it hot
If you just stop, stop, stop, stop

In the streets on the dance floor
When you're thinking of me
You're wondering if you and me
You and I, baby, we were meant to be

Who could kiss you like I do, gonna hold you the way I do, ooh
No other's gonna make your dreams come true
You say, love can't be erased and it's written on your face
You need my warm embrace, yeah

You're asking all these questions
Then makin' new suggestions
Do you want me or not?

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Everything I got you know
No other girl has got, got, got, got

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Stop fussing, baby, we can make it hot
If you just stop, stop, stop, stop

In the streets, on the dance floor
When you're thinking of me
You're wondering if you and me
You and I, baby, we were meant to be

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Everything I got you know no other girl
(No need to think about it 'cause you know it's)

You know it's true, huh, you know it's plain to see
You can never find a girl like me, huh
Stop fussing, baby, we can make it hot
Stop, stop, you don't even think

You're asking all these questions
Then makin' new suggestions
Do you want me or not?

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Everything I got you know
No other girl has got, got, got, got

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Stop fussing, baby, we can make it hot
If you just stop, stop, stop, stop

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Everything I got you know
No other girl has got, got, got, got

No need to think about it 'cause you know it's plain to see
You can never find another girl like me
Stop fussing, baby, we can make it hot
If you just stop, stop, stop, stop
Stop fussing, baby, we can make it hot
If you just stop, stop, stop, stop

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Hold It, Don'T Drop It (Moto Blanco Club Mix) - Lyrics - Hold It Don't Drop It - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Hold It, Don'T Drop It (Moto Blanco Club Mix)
Album: Hold It Don't Drop It
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Frankie Storm, Dennis Earle Lambert, Waynne Nugent, Alan Phillip Lees, Philosophy Janet Sewell, Brian Potter, Kevin Risto, Jennifer Lopez, Cynthia Lysette

Lyric:
You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Every time I try to run
Something keeps stoppin? me
I try my best to turn around
But your touch won?t let me leave

I can?t control it
You put something inside of me
'Cause you?re a problem
Boy, you must?ve poisoned me

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Boy, I must be buggin?
Let you play those games I don?t understand
I?ll be the yo-yo on a string
Goin? down I come right back to your hands

I make excuses
But we keep on rockin? anyway
But it ain?t workin?
When I let you go you make me stay

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Don?t let me leave
Control of me
Got what I need
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Won?t let you go, can?t let you leave
(Don?t let me leave)
I need your love inside of me
(Control of me)
You got control, control of me
(Got what I need)

Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

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Hold It Don'T Drop It - Lyrics - Brave - Jennifer Lopez

Title: Hold It Don'T Drop It
Album: Brave
Artist: Jennifer Lopez
Composer(s): Frankie Storm, Dennis Earle Lambert, Waynne Nugent, Alan Phillip Lees, Philosophy Janet Sewell, Brian Potter, Kevin Risto, Jennifer Lopez, Cynthia Lysette

Lyric:
You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Every time I try to run
Something keeps stoppin? me
I try my best to turn around
But your touch won?t let me leave

I can?t control it
You put something inside of me
'Cause you?re a problem
Boy, you must?ve poisoned me

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Boy, I must be buggin?
Let you play those games I don?t understand
I?ll be the yo-yo on a string
Goin? down I come right back to your hands

I make excuses
But we keep on rockin? anyway
But it ain?t workin?
When I let you go you make me stay

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Don?t let me leave
Control of me
Got what I need
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

Won?t let you go, can?t let you leave
(Don?t let me leave)
I need your love inside of me
(Control of me)
You got control, control of me
(Got what I need)

Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

You don't know what you're doin'
What you're doin' to me
Tryin? to stop it, can?t stop it
'Cause you got what I need

You got me all open
And now you?re tryin' to leave
Hold it, don't drop it, don't drop it
Stop it, can?t stop it, won?t stop it

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Take My Time Tonight - Lyrics - R. Kelly

Title: Take My Time Tonight
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Hey baby, I want you to do me a favor
I want you to take all of your thoughts
All of your worries and problems and forget about them
Because tonight, it?s about me and you

No cellulars, no pagers
No two ways, just us
No phone calls, take messages
No family, no friends

I just wanna be alone with you
Girl, I just wanna get it on with you
Well, this I?m hearing, I?ll leave a clue
Here?s what I wanna do, baby

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holding your body tight, keeping you warm
Nothing's gonna stop this feeling
I?ll be giving you sexual healing

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holding your body tight, keeping you warm
Nothing's gonna stop this feeling
I?ll be giving you sexual healing

Listen, baby, no bill collectors, no landlords
Your boss is tripping? Just ignore it
You got plans? Call 'em off
The CD, take it off all

I just wanna be alone with you
Girl, I just wanna get it on with you
Well, this I?m hearing I?ll leave a clue
Here?s what I wanna do

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holding your body tight, keeping you warm
Nothing's gonna stop this feeling
I?ll be giving you sexual healing

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holding your body tight, keeping you warm
Nothing's gonna stop this feeling
I?ll be giving you sexual healing

I really, really want you, baby, baby
I really, really want you, baby, baby
I really, really want you, baby
I really, really want you, baby

I really, really want you, baby
I really, really want you, baby
I really, really want you, baby, baby, baby

I got to got to got, I got to got
I got to, got to have you, baby
I got to got to got, I got to got
I got to, got to have you, baby

I got to got to got, I got to got
I got to, got to have you, baby
I got to got to got, I got to got
I got to, got to have you, baby

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holding your body tight, keeping you warm
Nothing's gonna stop this feeling
I?ll be giving you sexual healing

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holding your body tight, keeping you warm
Nothing's gonna stop this feeling
I?ll be giving you sexual healing

I just wanna take my time tonight
Holding your body tight, keeping you warm
Nothing's gonna stop this feeling
I?ll be giving you sexual healing
...

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Leave This Morning - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Leave This Morning
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): David Shears, Ronald Wilson, William Hughes, Glenn Standridge, Vito Tisdale, Homer Banks, Ernest Franklin, Kenneth Anthony, Brian Scott, Carl Hampton, Raymond Jackson, Raphael Saadiq, Melvin Adams, Bobby Ozuna

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Lyric:
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man
Come out to the west coast more often
Aww it sounds good, ooh
What was you talkin' about? Yeah

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

I'm up early in the mornin' 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin'
Last night the house of blues was jumpin', nappy roots was on it
Good God almighty, drank too much, I'm 'bout to throw up
Grandma got me hollerin' damn
It's six thirty live and callin', tellin' prophet roll up
It's a trip to sunset strip and not we off to Oakland
California a got me caught up in the moment
I be back in like a couple of days is what I told my woman

Yo aight
Take me a second to breathe and let stress go
Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do'
Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass
Say me a prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back
It's easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack
Monday I'm back on the road and I respect that
Gotta go break a little bread for some improvements
Gotta go share with the world this new movement
I'm gone

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

That's what it felt like
Gut tight, last night, barely slept right
Just couldn't wait to get up this mornin'
Hugged the kids, kissed my woman
I love performin', she hate the tourin'
But daddy gotta go make that money, baby
Pray for me while I'm away and when I get paid
We can get carried away, is that okay? Baby

I told you how I made a dollar, out a dime and a nickel
Blue collar, gotta grind on instrumentals
See my, pencil and pad has me punchin' the clock
I put in, time and a half, skip lunch, I can't stop
I gotta start somethin' started with nothin' but hard at some hustlin'
Girl, I'm gettin' sick and tired of fussin'
I'm sorry, theres hardly enough time for lovin'
But baby you know the time is comin', yeah

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo'
She was lookin' at me, dancin' so G, names no need
Felt the way that I was feelin'
Waffle house immediately, now we at the house chillin'
Back rub, I was tense, y'all know where it went
Patio in the rain, car hood, the kitchen sink
Layin' in the bed now, pillow talk all night
Gotta hit the studio, I'll be back tomorrow night

How many ladies in the mornin' wake up lonely?
Love rough sex, baby screamin' "Put it on me"
But when your man ain't around you call his homie
How many times I gotta be him nigga? Owe me
I follow my lines and take your panties off slowly
Makin' it hot like cash money flashin' roleys
You tell me to stop but I'm rockin', steady growin'
If your man knock I'm on the job and not goin'

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

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Mouths To Feed - Lyrics - Release Therapy - Ludacris

Title: Mouths To Feed
Album: Release Therapy
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bria Bridges, Aldrin Davis

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Lyric:
Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Listen, look I gotta feed my family by all means necessary
'Cause paychecks are comin' up shorter than February
Can't get a real job, I never finished school
Can't get no new clothes, I wore the same tennis shoes

But now the game's changed, I'm all about the hustle
And even 'Hogan Knows Best', I'm all about the muscle
I'm all about my team, I'm all about my green
I'm 'bout supply and demand, I'm 'bout to serve the fiends

And I'm a workin' dream, I keep the circuit clean
See, I'm the fuckin' future, I'm a workin' machine
Don't trust a soul, I'm the only one watchin' my cream
So I stay in heavy rotation like a washin' machine

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Motherfucker, I'm a monster in this game, I turn 20 into 50
50 to a hundred and a hundred to a Bentley
A Bentley to a building and a building to a 'scraper
Can't keep up with the news but I get that 'Daily Paper'

And you'se a daily hater 'cause my foot game is major
After a while, crocodile, see you later, alligator
My baby need new shoes, her momma need Giseppis
Mercedes need new shoes surrounded with Pirellis

A finger to the world, paid my dues and I'm ready
To pack up all the tools and just cruise in the Chevy
Million dollar deals, makin' moves on my celly
'Cause I owe it to my girl to put food in her belly

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Wake up and smell the coffee, it's time to make the donuts
A kid who had a kid, my kid made me a grown-up
You ever threaten mines, I won't resist to put the chrome up
My guns'll be like gang signs, always gettin' thrown up

Atlanta, put your zone up, we true to these streets
I got 12 hungry artists, whole crew gotta eat
So hell no, I don't sleep, I'm like a Energizer battery
Got 19 employees, I gotta pay they salaries

My momma quit her job and I retired my pops
Got killers on the payroll, I hired some cops
I accept responsibility, they all pay rent
So if it don't make dollars, then it don't make sense

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

Stop movin' so slow, I got mouths to feed
Hurry up and let's go, I got mouths to feed
Rain, hail, sleet, snow, I got mouths to feed
So you already know I'm 'bout to get to that paper

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Can'T Stop - Lyrics - Madonna

Title: Can'T Stop
Artist: Madonna
Composer(s): Stephen Pate Bray, Madonna L. Ciccone

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Lyric:
Can't stop
Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top of your list, can't stop

I've tried and tried to get next to you
My friends say I am blind, I'll never break through
But I don't give in so easily
This I know, you just wait and see

I know that you're afraid that I might
Come steal your heart away in the night
But I can't take away what's not mine
You'll see, you'll come to me in time, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top
Of your list, can't stop

I've never gone the distance before
To find if love was worth giving more
I was born to love you, I've got nothing to hide
I know about your secret side

So shut me out, I'll never let go
'Cause I can work a spell on your soul
I play the fool but it won't last for long
Oh no, 'cause baby, I'm too strong, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top
Of your list, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top
Of your list, can't stop

Don't be afraid to try
Just let me love you for a while
You'll see, what it's all about
Oh baby, I can't clear you out

{Can't stop}
{Can't stop}
{Can't stop}

So shut me out, I'll never let go
'Cause I can work a spell on your soul
I play the fool but it won't last for long
Oh no, 'cause baby, I'm too strong, can't stop

Don't be afraid to try
Just let me love you for a while
You'll see, what it's all about
Oh baby, I can't clear you out

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top of your list, can't stop

Can't stop thinking about you, babe, can't stop
Can't stop screaming and shouting your name, can't stop
Look out boy 'cause I'm going to the top of your list, can't stop

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to have you and no one else
{Can't stop}

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to have you and no one else
{Can't stop}

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to have you and no one else
{Can't stop}

Just can't help myself
You know I've got to

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Rain - Lyrics - Barry Manilow

Title: Rain
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): Adrienne Anderson, Barry Manilow

Lyric:
Gray clouds rollin' over my head
I can see a storm in the sky
All night long you're tossin' in bed
All night long I'm outta my head

It's rain, fallin' down from the sky
Kissin' my love goodbye
Rain fallin' down
I can't take the rain
Washin' my love away
I'm cryin' for yesterday
Rain fallin' down

Gray clouds rollin' over my head
I can see a storm in the sky
Don't know where this lovin' has led
Why can't there be sun instead of rain?

Fallin' down from the sky
Kissin' my love goodbye
Rain fallin' down
I can't take the rain
Washin' my love away
I'm cryin' for yesterday
Rain fallin' down

Darlin' you got to stop the rain
Only you can stop the rain
(Fallin' down)
Only you can do it
Darlin' you got to stop the rain
Only you can stop the rain
(Fallin' down)
Only you can stop this
(Rain)

Everything is fallin' apart
And I don't think I can stand the rain anymore
No, no more, no more rain, no more rain
Stop the rain, stop the rain from fallin' down
I got to stop the rain from fallin' down
You and me babe
What we had was good
All I know we could have made it

I can't take this rain
Fallin' down from the sky
Kissin' my love goodbye
Rain fallin' down
Someone stop the rain
Washin' my love away
I'm cryin' for yesterday
Rain fallin' down

Woman, you got to stop the rain
Only you can stop the rain
(Fallin' down)
Only you can do it
Darlin' you got to stop the rain
Only you can stop this rain
(Fallin' down)
Only you can do it
Baby you got to stop the rain
Only you can stop the rain
(Fallin' down)
Only you can help me
Baby you got to stop the rain
Only you can stop the rain

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Got To B Tru - Lyrics - Steven Curtis Chapman

Title: Got To B Tru
Artist: Steven Curtis Chapman
Composer(s): Steve Curtis Chapman

Lyric:
G O T T O B T R U, tru

Well normally at this point you'd hear me sing
And I'd be doing that acoustic guitar thing
So by now you're probably wondering what's going on
'Cause this is really starting to sound like one of those rap songs

Well let me tell you what the boy's up to
You see I like rap music and the beat box groove
Sometimes I gotta admit I close all the doors
And wave my arms around and I pace the floor

But then I crack up laughing, I gotta stop
And just face the facts the boy don't hip hop
You see I grew up in a state where the grass is blue
So if it's gonna be believable it's got to b tru

It's got to b tru, I've gotta be living what I say I believe
It's got to b tru, even when nobody but Jesus is watching me
It's got to b tru, every single minute of every day
If anybody's ever gonna look at me and say, hey it's got to b tru

You hear me saying that it's got to b tru
And no my homeboy Toby wants to talk to you
Tru, check it out I got a next door neighbor
And I can tell he's been watching my behavior
Yo he's heard that I'm a Christian guy
He wants to know if that's the truth or a lie

He's got a list of reasons not to believe
Like doubt, dissolution, hypocrisy
It's gonna take some living proof to break out through those walls
So yo, it's got to b tru if he'll believe at all

It's got to b tru, I've gotta be living what I say I believe
It's got to b tru, even when nobody but Jesus is watching me
It's got to b tru, every single minute of every day
If anybody's ever gonna look at me and say, hey it's got to b tru

From the T and to the R and to the U and to the E
G O T T O B T R U
(It's got to b tru)
From the T and to the R and to the U and to the E

You got to b tru to what you say you believe
(It's got to b tru)
G O T T O B T R U
(It's got to b tru)
T R U
(I've got let the line of Jesus life come shinning through)

It's got to b tru, yeah, I've gotta be living what I say I believe
It's got to b tru, even when nobody but Jesus is watching me
It's got to b tru, yeah every single minute of every day
Anybody's ever gonna look at me and say, hey it's got to b, got to b

Got to b tru, I've gotta be living what I say I believe
It's got to b tru, even when nobody but Jesus is watching me
It's got to b tru, yeah, every single minute of every day
If anybody's ever gonna look at me and say, hey, it's got to b, got to b
Got to b tru

G O T T O B T R U
G O T T O B T R U
G O T T O B T R U
...

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Ranking Full Stop - Lyrics - English Beat

Title: Ranking Full Stop
Artist: English Beat
Composer(s): Roger Charlery, Andy Cox, David Steele, Everett Morton, David Frederick Wakeling

Lyric:
Rankin' come forward
Full Stop, say Ranking Full Stop
Full Stop, say Ranking Full Stop
My name is Ranking Full Stop

So all you really got to do is just-a move you little feet
And just-a rock-a to the beat, as I would say, yeah, alright
And when you hear the signal you must stop, I said rock
I said you rock it and you shock it, and you, ooh, say so, oh Lord

Now hold on down there, take it easy, yeah, alright
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
I said stop

Ready, said are you ready to go
Said are you ready, said are you ready to go
Full Stop, me, stop, Full Stop
Ranking Full Stop

Now that's the name I would really, really say
Full Stop, Ranking Full Stop
Said Ranking Full Stop, brr-yeah

You move your little feet, you rock-a to the beat
You hear this song and you gotta come around
I see you upon the street, you look so sweet

I see you with your dancin' feet, yeah
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
I said stop

Ready, said are you ready to go
Said are you ready, said are you ready to go
Full Stop, me, stop, Full Stop
Say Ranking Full Stop

As I would tell ya 'bout this song, so c'mon
Full Stop, Ranking Full Stop, say Ranking Full Stop
Brr-yeah

Your dancing took it over you know
I say you come from Dover you know
And I would really, really tell ya and show you all
To do the Ranking Full Stop

I said you move to your left and then you move to you right
Tell you 'bout this song and you got to unite
You move to your left and then you move to your right
And then you do it 'till midnight you know

All singing are you ready, said are you ready to stop
Said are you ready, said are you ready to stop
I said stop

I'm dead

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Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad - Lyrics - Layla - Derek And The Dominos

Title: Why Does Love Got To Be So Sad
Album: Layla
Artist: Derek And The Dominos
Composer(s): Bobby Whitlock, Eric Patrick Clapton

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah

Got to find me a way to take me back to yesterday
How can I ever hope to forget you?
Show me a place where I can hide my lonely face
I know you're going to break my heart if I let you, oh yeah

Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?

Like a moth to a flame, like a song without a name
I've never been the same since I met you
Like a bird on the wing, got a brand new song to sing
I can't keep from singing about you, oh

Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?

You see what a fool you've made of me
I might have to break the law when I find you
Stop running away, I've got a better game to play
You know I can't go on living without you, oh

Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so?
Why does love got to be so sad?

Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?

Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so?

Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?

Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so?
Why does love got to be so sad?
Why does love got to be so sad?

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Jazz (We'Ve Got...)(Re-Recording) - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Jazz (We'Ve Got...)(Re-Recording)
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): J Davis, Freeman Mcgriff A Muhammad, O'Leary M Taylor, Thompso

Lyric:
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz

Stern firm and young with a laid-back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at 21
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass, 'cuz the prose is profound
Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your boom it in your boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beamer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town to your foes and your friends

So push it, along, trails, we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip-hop on a brand new twist
A brand new twist with the homie-alistic
So low-key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, adjust your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool-out breed
Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene
Like the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when ya feelin' berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer

We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz
We've got the jazz

Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway
How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years my mike has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri mix tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing
I grew up as a Christian so to Jah I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing, and chat, I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack

I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen, but please don't stare
So jet to the store, and buy the LP
On Jive or RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four-man crew
And oh shit, Skeff Anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequot
'Cuz where I come from quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done
So peace to that crew, and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you

Hey yo but wait, back it up, huh, easy back it up
Please let the Abstract embellish on the cut
Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underlined

The jazz, the what? The jazz to move that ass
'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers on the ground
And the ones six below, ya didn't have to go
Some say that I'm a sinner cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
"What what what" check it out

All my peoples in Queens ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx an' Harlem ya don't stop
Now to that girl Ramelle ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop

To my Brand Nubians ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat ya don't stop
Everybody in the place ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation

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Stop, Look And Listen - Lyrics - She Works Hard For The Money - Donna Summer

Title: Stop, Look And Listen
Album: She Works Hard For The Money
Artist: Donna Summer
Composer(s): Michael Omartian, Greg Phillinganes, Donna Summer

Lyric:
I was walkin' down the street
Just the other day
I caught a glimpse of life
Vivid reality

I saw a man on the street
Didn't have no clothes or shoes
Here the signs of what they say
Tell me what can we do?

Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart

The prophets of the times
Are written on street car walls
Can't you see them cryin'?
Can't you hear them call?

Mother Mother
Children still got to grow
Father Father
Where do we go?

Stop look and listen
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart

Space age assures us life will go on
And everybody tryin' to believe
Forget the future think about right now
Somehow seems to be the growin' theme

Prophets of the times
Are written on street car walls
Can't you see them cryin'?
Can't you hear them call?

Mother Mother
Children still got to grow
Father Father
Where do we go?

Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart

Space age assures us life will go on
And everybody tryin' to believe
Forget the future think about right now
Somehow seems to be the growin' theme

Yeah stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart

Everybody sing
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart

Space age assures us life will go on
And everybody tryin' to believe
Forget the future think about right now
Somehow seems to be the growin' theme

You got to stop
Stop look and listen
Everybody better
Stop look and listen
I just wanna say stop
Stop look and listen
To your heart

Can't you help me now
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart

Come and help me now
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
Stop look and listen
To your heart

Help me one more time

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Jazz - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Jazz
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): J Davis, Freeman Mcgriff A Muhammad, O'Leary M Taylor, Thompso

Lyric:
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

Stern firm and young with a laid back tongue
The aim is to succeed and achieve at twenty-one
Just like Ringling Brothers, I'll daze and astound
Captivate the mass 'cause the prose is profound

Do it for the strong, we do it for the meek
Boom it in your, boom it in your, boom it in your Jeep
Or your Honda or your Beemer or your Legend or your Benz
The rave of the town, to your foes and your friends

So push it along, trails we blaze
Don't deserve the gong, don't deserve the praise
The tranquility will make ya unball your fist
For we put hip hop on a brand new twist

A brand new twist with the homi-ealistic
So low key that ya probably missed it
And yet it's so loud that it stands in the crowd
When the guy takes the beat, they bowed

So raise up squire, address your attire
We have no time to wallow in the mire
If you're on a foreign path, then let me do the lead
Join in the essence of the cool out breed

Then cool out to the music 'cuz it makes ya feel serene
With the birds and the bees and all those groovy things
Like getting stomach aches when ya gotta go to work
Or staring into space when you're feeling berserk

I don't really mind if it's over your head
'Cuz the job of resurrectors is to wake up the dead
So pay attention, it's not hard to decipher
And after the horns, you can check out the Phifer

We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz
We got the jazz

Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' me come straightway
Competition, dem Phifer come sideway
But competition, dey mus' come straightway

How's about that, it seems like it's my turn again
All through the years, my mic has been my best friend
I know some brothers wonder, can Phifer really kick it?
Some even wanna dis me, but why sweat it?

I'm all into my music 'cuz it's how I make papes
Tryin' to make hits, like Kid Capri makes tapes
Me sweat another? I do my own thing
Strictly hardcore tracks, not a new jack swing

I grew up as a Christian, so to Jah, I give thanks
Collect my banks, listen to Shabba Ranks
I sing and chat, I do all of that
It's 1991 and I refuse to come wack

I take off my hat to other crews that intend to rock
But the Low End Theory's here, it's time to wreck shop
I got Tip and Shah, so whom shall I fear
Stop look and listen but please, don't stare

So jet to the store and buy the LP
On Jive/RCA, cassettes and CD's
Produced and arranged by the four man crew
And oh, shit, Skiff Anselm, he gets props too

Make sure you have a system with some phat house speakers
So the new shit can rock, from Mars to Massapequa
'Cuz where I come from, quality is job one
And everybody up on Linden know we get the job done

So peace to that crew and peace to this crew
Bring on the tour, we'll see you at a theater nearest you
Hey, yo but wait, back it up, hup, easy back it up
Please, let the Abstract embellish on the cut

Back and forth just like a Cameo song
If you dig this joint then please come dance along
To the music, 'cuz it's done just for the rhyme
Now I gotta scat and get mine, underline

The jazz, the what? The jazz can move that ass
'Cuz the Tribe originates that feelin' of pizzazz
It's the universal sound, best to brothers underground
In the one six below, ya didn't have to go

Some say that I'm a sinner 'cuz I once had an orgy
And sometimes for breakfast, I eat grits and porgies
If this is a stinker, then call me a stink, I ask
"What? What?? Now check it out

All my peoples in Queens, ya don't stop
Now all my peoples in Brooklyn, ya don't stop
And all my peoples uptown, ya don't stop
That includes the Bronx a' Harlem, ya don't stop

Now to that girl Ramelle, ya don't stop
I say because Ladies First, ya don't stop
And to the JB's, ya don't stop
And De La Soul, ya don't stop

To my Brand Nubians, ya don't stop
And to my Leaders of the New, ya don't stop
To my man Large Professor, ya don't stop
Pete Rock for the beat, ya don't stop

Everybody in the place, ya don't stop
Ya keep it on, to the rhythm, ya don't stop
And last but not least on the sure shot
It's the Zulu nation

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Don'T Stop - Lyrics - Lil' Cease

Title: Don'T Stop
Artist: Lil' Cease
Composer(s): Andre Brown, James Lloyd, Davin Vanderpool, Sean Combs, Tyrone James Kelsie, Eric Macintosh

Lyric:
Uh, yeah, uh, one, two
One, two, one, two, ya'll
Uh, uh, yeah, uh
Yo, yo, yo, yo

It's Lil Cease nigga about to blow charm like pop
In the Benz drop, I'm hot you're not
Pedal to the floor, four, fifth [unverified]
I'm the nigga you're bitch love to clock

Be the artist standing raw gettin' head in the lot
Outside of Justin's in the parking lot
Keep the feds on the low, in the darkest spot
Like Jigga, my lifestyle is just hard to knock

A nigga with more juice than 2Pac
My crew moves spots
Three for my niggas in the yard in the box
[Unverified], all a nigga got, I'm a ball till I fall, land on acres

Get this paper, smile like Don Juan at Gators
If ya feel me on this, then my words will save ya
If ya wanna talk to me, nigga talk paper, shit, fuck em
I want potatoes, now fuck later [unverified]

We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't stop, we won't stop

And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop

Uh, yo, yo, yo
All a nigga need is one shot, one brick
Four niggas and four clips mo thugs and four-fifths
We car-jacked a few whips apartment on the hot strip
Feds come, we lose it, pissy off of party and bullshit till we max out

If it's beef then act out, nigga so fuck all ya'll cats wit ya ass out
Yappin' 'bout ya crack house creepin' on the low
C-Gutter tear his back out, I ain't scared a ya'll
Trust me, ya'll ain't ready, ya need to bring ya bitch

'Cause she more heavy than metal
My gun's rock steady, the more the merry
Niggas hall ass, break fast like Mob Berry [unverified]
Before I land three like Dell Curry
(That's real)

I'm tryin' to blow like Kurtis
All that shit you doing, is makin' me nervous
Nervous, join the service that paranoid shit could hurt us
Kill us down at B.I.E. for B.I.

Nigga, it's reality, you wanna battle nigga, bring ya large salary
And ya whole team to tackle me, nigga
Who be the last to fuck after me, money L, D-Rock
Niggas ain't fuckin' wit me

We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't stop, we won't stop

And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop

Yo, yo, yo
I'm a switch hits on niggas, drop hits on niggas
Switch V's on niggas, platinum to the quadruped on niggas
Two to the point to the five on niggas
Run hard with the wildest niggas

In a cut, can't find us niggas, livest niggas
Ice be shinin' niggas, blindin' niggas
In the four point six, reclining niggas
Bitches like 'Damn, I got to find this nigga'

If I give her seven digits, got to dial this nigga
And you know I'm on top, you got to watch me nigga
And my dogs shoot the ball till you foul me nigga
And when the beefs on, you gon drown, my nigga

I'm a rise for real, and wish death to the fake ones
This is for my niggas that was down since day one
That bid long, hang in and hang on
Hold ya head and stay strong, my niggas

We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't stop, we won't stop

And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop

We won't stop, till you niggas come and stick me
And I don't stop, till you haters rock wit me
And I won't stop, till I'm dead here wit fifty
And we don't stop, we won't stop

And we don't stop, you know who run the city
And we don't stop, till my dogs rock for Biggie
And we don't stop, till the feds come and get me
And we won't stop, we don't stop

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Until We Rich - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Until We Rich
Album: War & Peace Vol. 2: The Peace Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Chucky Thompson, O'Shea Jackson, Lauryn N Hill, La Forrest Cope, Anthony Henderson, Richard Worl Shelton Jr.

Lyric:
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop
Krayzie Bone an' Ice Cube

The best thing in life is life
Get your mind right an' get your grind right
We gotta keep goin', hey, young thugs
We gotta keep goin'

Get your mind right an' get your grind right
Hey, young thugs
Get your mind right an' get your grind right

Look into my eyes if you wanna know me
Before you hypnotized, homey, what do you see?
A figure that's just a little bigger than dealers
A hustler countin' figures, ain't pulled no triggers

Can you dig us? We be the ultimate lick
We's the hitters that make the ultimate hits
Kinda flossy, kinda bossy
It's gotta be done my way, do what the, I say

Top of the pyramid, homey, what I tell you?
If you leave this West Side umbrella, you hit the cellar
Bring me my slippers, black robe an' my globe
An' I could rule the world with my eyes closed

See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Krazyie Bone an' Ice Cube
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

To all the little homies that's watchin' TV
I see you tryin' to be a O.G. like me
Chasin' dreams, pullin' mo' schemes for wealth
But the best thing in life is health, be yourself, playa

Television, it'll keep yo' ass wishin' forever
You'll never get your life together
Don't talk about death, I got too much life to live
Too many orders to give, what it is? Showbiz

Taught you what a trick an' a hoe is
Showed you what a '64 is
Lord knows, 'In God We Trust'
An' everybody in the world wanna be like us

See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Krazyie Bone an' Ice Cube
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

To the kids of the world that's waitin' for wealth
Waitin' for health, you better do for self
Homey, that's yo' last cup
Forget about the fast buck, boy, get yo' ass up

People use yo' brain to gain
Do somethin' that ain't never been done an' we can spend hun's
Wipe our ass with twenties, light our joints with ones
Throw away the guns, have nothin' but fun

An' homey, we could do that
Police have a fit, when yo' paper's legit
We gotta get off the phone, we gotta teach our own
Send yo' baby to school an' she'll come back grown

We got to talk to our grandmas
An' she'll help us through them dark halls an' them pitfalls
Everybody know we got the world to gain
We got to stop the pain, Lord stop the rain

See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Krazyie Bone an' Ice Cube
See the mission's to get what we don't got
Until we filthy rich an' on top
You betta go get it, it's yours
Nigga, the mission's to get what you don't got
The struggle, it don't stop until we drop

Keep goin', little homey, why you slowin'?
Keep rollin', little homey, why you slowin'?
Keep rollin', little homey, why you slowin'?
Keep rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Hey, young thugs, the world is yours
Yeah, young thug, the world is yours

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