Greased Lightnin' - Lyrics - John Travolta

Title: Greased Lightnin'
Artist: John Travolta
Composer(s): Warren Casey, Jim Jacobs

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Lyric:
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic, it's hydromatic
It's greased lightnin'

We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
A fuel injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waitin' at the door
You know it'll be a hit when you get right into it, greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, greased lightnin'

We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
A palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

With new pistons, plugs and shocks I'll be dancing till I rock
You know that I ain't braggin', I'm just into hot rod riding, greased lightnin'
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, my greased lightnin'

Oh yeah, greased lightnin', yeah
Go, go, go, greased lightnin'
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waitin' at the door
You know it'll be a hit when you get right into it, greased lightnin'
Go

Oh yeah, go, alright

We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
A palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

With new pistons, plugs and shocks I'll be dancing till I rock
You know that I ain't braggin', I'm just into hot rod riding, greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, my greased lightnin'
Greased lightnin', yeah

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Greased Lightning - Lyrics - Grease

Title: Greased Lightning
Artist: Grease
Composer(s): Warren Casey, Jim Jacobs

Lyric:
Why this car is automatic
It's systematic, it's hydromatic
It's greased lightnin'

We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads, oh yeah
A fuel injection cut off and chrome plated rods, oh yeah
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waitin' at the door
You know it'll be a hit when you get right into it, greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, greased lightnin'

We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
A palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

With new pistons, plugs and shocks I'll be dancing till I rock
You know that I ain't braggin', I'm just into hot rod riding, greased lightnin'
(Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go)

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, my greased lightnin'

Oh yeah, greased lightnin', yeah
Go, go, go, greased lightnin'
With a four-speed on the floor they'll be waitin' at the door
You know it'll be a hit when you get right into it, greased lightnin'
Go

Oh yeah, go, alright

We'll get some purple French tail lights and thirty inch fins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
A palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins, oh yeah
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')

With new pistons, plugs and shocks I'll be dancing till I rock
You know that I ain't braggin', I'm just into hot rod riding, greased lightnin'

Go greased lightnin', you're burnin' up the quarter mile
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
Go greased lightnin', you're coasting through the heat lap trails
(Greased lightnin', go greased lightnin')
You are supreme, you're such a dream, my greased lightnin'
Greased lightnin', yeah

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Speed - Lyrics - Billy Idol

Title: Speed
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): William Broad, Steve Stevens

Lyric:
Running from the nightmare
In the middle of the road
Hell's no place for sleeping
In a world beyond control

Caught in the headlights
Coming after you
When I woke up this morning
I had to do what I gotta do
Blast me to Heaven for loving you
Blast me to Heaven for loving you

Speed, give me what I need
Yeah, white lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

Speed, oh, let it bleed
Yeah, greased lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

I've seen a train full of pain
On the edge of overload
We're in Heaven, baby
You are gonna implode

I've got these crazy feelings
That I can't explain
I've gotta save you, baby or I'll die in vain
Blast me to Heaven for loving you
I said blast me to Heaven just for loving you

I said, speed, give me what I need
Yeah, white lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

Speed, oh, let it bleed
Yeah, greased lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

Blast me to Heaven for loving you
I said, blast me to Heaven for loving you
Now I'm rushing on the run, yeah
I wanna have me some fun

I'll speed, give me what I need
Oh, set me free, let's speed
On wheels, on wheels, on wheels

Said speed, give me what I need
Yeah, white lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

Said speed, oh, let it bleed
Yeah, greased lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels

Speed, oh let it bleed
Yeah, white lightning
Let's speed, on speed
On wheels, on wheels, come on

I said speed, speed
Give me what I need
I said speed, speed
Give me what I need

I said speed, speed
Give me what I need
Yeah, alright

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Hopelessly Devoted To You - Lyrics - Greased - Less Than Jake

Title: Hopelessly Devoted To You
Album: Greased
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): John Farrar

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Lyric:
Guess mine is not the first heart broken
My eyes are not the first to cry
I'm not the first to know there's
Just no getting over you

You know I'm just a fool who's willing
To sit around and wait for you
But baby, can't you see
There's nothing else for me to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's no where to hide
Since you pushed my heart aside
I'm outta my head

Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you

My head is saying, "Fool, forget him"
My heart is saying, "Don't let go"
Hold on to the end that's what I intend to do
I'm hopelessly devoted to you

But now there's no where to hide
Since you pushed my love aside
I'm outta my head

Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you
Hopelessly devoted to you

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Summer Nights - Lyrics - Greased - Less Than Jake

Title: Summer Nights
Album: Greased
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey

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Lyric:
Summer loving had me a blast
Summer loving happened so fast
I met a girl crazy for me
Met a boy cute as can be
Summer days drifting away
To oh, oh, the summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more
Did you get very far
Tell me more, tell me more
Like does he have a car

She swam by me she got a cramp
He swam by me got my suit damp
I saved her life she nearly drown
He showed off splashing around
Summer sun some thing's begun
But oh, oh, the summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more
Was it love at first sight?
Tell me more, tell me more
Did she put up a fight?

Took her bowling in the arcade
We went strolling drank lemonade
We made out under the dock
We stayed out till ten o'clock
Summer fling don't mean a thing
But oh, oh, the summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more
But you don't gotta brag
Tell me more, tell me more
'Cause he sounds like a drag

He got friendly holding my hand
She got friendly down in the sand
He was sweet just turned eighteen
Well she was good you know what I mean
Summer heat boy and girl meet
But oh, oh, the summer nights

Tell me more, tell me more
How much dough did he spend?
Tell me more, tell me more
Could she get me a friend?

It turned colder that's where it ends
So I told her we'd still be friends
Then we made our true love vow
Wonder what she's doing now

Summer dreams ripped at the seams
But oh, those summer nights
Tell me more, tell me more

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Look At Me, I'M Sandra Dee - Lyrics - Greased - Less Than Jake

Title: Look At Me, I'M Sandra Dee
Album: Greased
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey

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Lyric:
Look at me, there has to be
Something more than what they see
Wholesome and pure, also scared and unsure
A poor man's Sandra Dee

Sandy, you must start anew
Don't you know what you must do?
Hold your head high, take a deep breath and sigh
"Goodbye to Sandra Dee"

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Don'T Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake - Lyrics - Kate Bush

Title: Don'T Push Your Foot On The Heartbrake
Artist: Kate Bush
Composer(s): Kate Bush

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Lyric:
Emma's come down
She's stopped the light, shining out of her eyes
Emma's been run out on
She's breaking down in so many places
Stuck in low gear because of her fears

Of the skidding wheels
The skid of her wheels she feels
Skidding wheels
The skid of her wheels she feels
Spinning wheels
Wheel-skidding feeling

Her heart is there
But they've greased the road
Her heart is out there
But she's no control

Come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heart brake

She's losing, she's losing
She's losing, she's losing
She's losing, she's losing
She's losing, she's losing

She's losing that inner flame
It was burning bright but she's losing the light fast
She's only herself to blame
Well, take care of yourself and remember Georgie
But she's so O.D.'d on weeping she can hardly see

That she's dropping beads
Red, red glass is bleeding
Dropping beads
Red, red glass is bleeding
Dropping beads
Red, red on the parquet

Her heart is there
But they've greased the road
Her heart is out there
But she's no control

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heartbrake

Oh, come on, you've got to use your flow
You know what it's like, and you know you want to go
Don't drive too slowly
Don't put your blues where your shoes should be
Don't push your foot on the heart brake

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Blue Moon - Lyrics - Greased - Less Than Jake

Title: Blue Moon
Album: Greased
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Richard Rodgers, Lorenz Hart

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Lyric:
Blue moon
You saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

Blue moon
You knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer
For someone I really could care for

And then suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms could ever hold
I heard somebody whisper, "Please adore me"
But when I looked that moon had turned to gold, oh, oh, oh

Blue moon
Now I'm no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Without a love of my own

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Beauty School Dropout - Lyrics - Greased - Less Than Jake

Title: Beauty School Dropout
Album: Greased
Artist: Less Than Jake
Composer(s): Jim Jacobs, Warren Casey

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Lyric:
Your story sad to tell
A teenage ne'er do well
Most mixed up non-delinquent on the block

Your futures so unclear now
What's left of your career now
Can't even get a trade in on your smock
Beauty school dropout

No graduation day for you
Beauty school dropout
Missed your mid-terms and flunked shampoo

Well, at least you could have taken time
To wash and clean your clothes up
After spending all that dough
To have the doctor fix you nose up

Baby, get moving
(Better get movin')
Why keep your feeble hopes alive
What are you proving?
(What are you provin'?)
You've got the dream but not the drive

If you go for your diploma you could join the steno pool
Turn in your teasin' comb and go back to high school

Beauty school dropout
(Beauty school dropout)
Hanging around the corner store

Beauty school dropout
(Beauty school dropout)
It's about time you knew the score

Well, they couldn't teach you anything
You think you're such a looker
But no customer would go to you
Unless she was a hooker

Baby, don't sweat it
(Don't sweat it)
You're not cut out to hold a job
Better forget it
(Forget it)
Who wants their hair done by a slob?

Now your bangs are curled, your lashes twirled
But still the world is cruel
Wipe off that angel face
And go back to high school

Baby, don't blow it
Don't put my good advice to shame
Baby, you know it
Even dear Abby'd say the same

Now I've called the shot, get off the pot, I really gotta fly
Gotta be going to that malt shop in the sky

Beauty school dropout
(Beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school

Beauty school dropout
(Beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school

Beauty school dropout
(Beauty school dropout)
Go back to high school

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I'D Like To - Lyrics - Corinne Bailey Rae - Corinne Bailey Rae

Title: I'D Like To
Album: Corinne Bailey Rae
Artist: Corinne Bailey Rae
Composer(s): Corinne Bailey Rae, Tommy Danvers, Paul Herman

Lyric:
Lying with you reminds me of those days
Me and Candice waking up to a heat wave
Mother's in the garden inviting everyone
Ooh, we'd cut off our old jeans and go outside

Neighbor's always smiling with a baby on her knee
Rhea sat on the front step getting her hair combed out and greased
And music, the bass booming, pours from a car parked in the street
Got that new song on repeat, oh oh oh

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint a picture for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'd just like to make you see I desire the simple things

Growing up, we didn't have a lot of money
Used to spend our summers having parties on the drive
Plastic cups for rum and punch, eating chicken that's hot and sweet
All the women discussing what love is like

Ooh, you know the way I mean
And I'm just sitting watching hoping
The boys will call for me
Got that new song on repeat

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint a picture for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that I desire the simple things

Maybe then, now and then, I would want somebody
Delicate, intimate, used to dream of someone to love
Now you come and you go right by me
I know I'm in love

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint this picture for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'm just trying to make you see that I desire the simple things

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd like to paint a picture for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I'd just like to make you see that I desire the simple things

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, and paint a picture for you
Sometimes you don't understand where I'm coming from
I desire the simple things

I'd, I'd like to put my fingers on you
I'd, I'd

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The Slide - Lyrics - Beautiful South

Title: The Slide
Artist: Beautiful South
Composer(s): Dave Rotheray, Paul Heaton

Lyric:
When you're too old for the swings
You tend to choose the slide
And they never seem to warn you
The slide's your final ride
And when you're at the top of it
And you cannot see the end
Either don't let go son or grab the nearest friend
The slide is no respecter of dignity or class
As soon as you sit down on it
That slide has got your ass

Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
(Slide, slide)
Heroes and villains have tried and cried
A broken soul at the bottom lies denied
(Slide, slide)
Don't take the slide, don't take the slide

When the slide was invented
A thousand drinkers sighed
They thought they had the copyright
On the very word the slide
It's a picture of innocence
On which the innocent have fried
Take the helter skelter son
It's easier than the slide
Advice to listening parents
(Ooh)
Or the father of the bride
Let them marry anyone
(Ooh)
But don't let her take the slide

Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
(Slide, slide)
Heroes and villains have tried and cried
(Ooh)
A broken soul at the bottom lies denied
(Slide, slide)
Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
(Ooh)

It'll take you much much lower
Than you ever would have asked
'Cause as soon as you sit down on it
The slide has got your ass
It's customers are fools
(Ooh)
And every one of them deceased
The long and silver murderer
(Ooh)
The devil must have greased

(Aaa)
I'm on it
(Aaa)
You're on it
(Aaa aaa)
The slide, the slide

Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
(Slide, slide)
Heroes and villains have tried and cried
(Ooh )
A pile of broken souls at the bottom it denied
(Slide, slide)
Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
(Ooh)

Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
(Slide, slide)
Heroes and villains have tried and cried
(Ooh)
A broken soul at the bottom it denied
(Slide, slide)
Don't take the slide, don't take the slide
(Ooh)

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The Missing - Lyrics - The Amalgamut - Filter

Title: The Missing
Album: The Amalgamut
Artist: Filter
Composer(s): Richard Patrick

Lyric:
Hey, God told us that we made
A very big sin
You don't know where
To begin

He says, ?Turn the other cheek?
But that seems kind of weak
I just wanna beat up
Beat up the meek

He says, ?You'd be a better man
If you stick with the plan?
But I don't think I can
Not with that kind of man

You love to be cruel
(To be cruel)
You love to be cruel
(To be cruel)
I'm not a good tool
(Good tool)
'Cause you love to be cruel
(To be cruel)

What now?
The cross has been greased
But I don't feel the heat nor the peace in the street
Everybody feels that's it
So just bury it in the pit
With the best of the sick
Ideological shit

You love to be cruel
(To be cruel)
You love to be cruel
(To be cruel)
I'm not a good tool
(Good tool)
'Cause you love to be cruel
You love to be cruel
You love to be cruel
You love to be cruel
You love to be cruel

Tell me

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Saian (Remix) - Lyrics - Rza

Title: Saian (Remix)
Artist: Rza
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs

Lyric:
Aww, hey, c'est le Saian, Saian
Supa Saian, Supa Saian
Got my homie DJ Love
Saiangot my homie, represents, Saian
Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya'll did did that

This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me
Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city
Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie
Spazzed out, grab a white bitch by her titties

Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol, leave you cripple if you lyin', B
Tickle the butter soft nipples on the side of me

So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down
And bang an ol' mighty hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns

If ya'll wit me then build, shorty, brothers is real
We true dons, makin' glass on the cash is on
Get my head right and smash yours moms, kid
So chose me, the bitch greased my palms

I'm comin' from Paris city
I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me
Like Kool G. rap I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, you can rich them out of my shoes

Baby, me and my Crew, we comin' your way
Saian Supa do it everyday, all day everyday, all da
Don't fight, don't fight, just see the light, see the light
Wit the sound, RZA will make it all right

Grey Goose wit cranberry
The raspberry bikini on honey wit the black berry
Had my eyes bulgin', plus my pants bulgin'
Ready for indulgence, long stroke compulsions

I'm lookin' for devotion, slow motion
Tropical potions, Sun and body lotions
Sex on the ocean, nine inch explosions
Had me frozen like the icicle
Big legs like she ride bicycle

Shorty beefcake known to make my knees shake
Sweepstakes, first day at the cheesecake
Factory, Tony Starks in back of me
Sippin' on pina coladas, twistin' Daquiris
The gold lion is known to hold iron
Rings stuffed with diamonds, Bobby and Supa Saian

Saian, move it on your left
Saian, bring da muthafuckin' ruckus
C'est l'Saian, Saian, Saian, Supa

Ya fight le son est fat, à qui la faute? Saian
Vu les statistiques de gars qui veulent test'
Et qu'ont du mal à tater l'esthétique
Je me dois de les rendre statiques
S-s c'est qui coq?

Quiconque qui veut jouer le coq
Je vaut mille Rocky au mic jusqu'à Milwaukee
J'lache du lest donc j'attends qu'on me lache de l'estime
Voici l'homme de l'est avec sa dream team
Tisse sa toile comme Lady Laystee autour des wistitis

Pas de mc de bas niveau, v'là du nouveau
Fout tout le reste dans le caniveau
Bousille pas ton cerveau car les ondes sont gravés
Et tu décale ta sono, abattez mes rivaux

Et t'as peur de rencontrer le reste du commando
Ensemble ou en solo
KLR nous unis, veille sur nous depuis là haut

J'débarque sur le projet, j'te baise ou j'grave
Ã?cartes ton gros der, tes grosses fesses
Ramènes tes grosses lèvres, j'te le donne en conseil
Pas des grosses mères, des grosses maîtres

� l'aise poses ta grosse tête
Pas de proverbe mais ne cause
Pas trop prenne de gros projets
Pas la prochaine
Projètes de gros pièges dans les gros sieges

Protèges ton fausse air, sans faucettes j'te possède
J'te fais une grossesse, pas de problème
J'te laisse en chaussettes, j'te crochètes
J'ten parle en prochaine en prochaine lettre
Je matte les prophètes

Saian, à dieu mon gros
Saian, c'est ca
C'est l'Saian, vas-y mon nig

Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est Supa
C'est l'Saian, New York City
Saian, 36 Records

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Big Momma Thang - Lyrics - Hardcore - Lil' Kim

Title: Big Momma Thang
Album: Hardcore
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, James Sylvester, Adrian Bartos, James Kowan Lloyd, Harvey Fuqua, Kimberly Jones

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Lyric:
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha

I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and another one

Twenty four carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit

I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He must got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the mafia thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on TV's, platinum CD's

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down

Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's

Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's
Mafia also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

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Hey L.A. - Lyrics - Summer Girl - Smash Mouth

Title: Hey L.A.
Album: Summer Girl
Artist: Smash Mouth
Composer(s): Paul Delisle, Greg Camp, Steven Harwell

Lyric:
Hey L.A.

There's an automatic teller machine in the emergency room
There's a meter maid, she arrives by broom
There's a bear in the air with a lullaby
And a big brown coat to keep you warm at night
There's a money tree and the ladder leans up against the trunk
But the steps are greased

Hey L.A., where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Well, it looks as though your spaceship crashed
In Babylon

There's a plastic man with a plastic knife
In a rubber hand at a drastic price
Don't miss this show, you will be amazed
You're a shining star, a needle in the haze
There's a man upstairs with the fire below
There's the elevator and away you go

Hey L.A., where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Well, it looks as though your spaceship crashed
In Babylon

There's a smooth operator, there's a famous governator
Everybody walks in L.A. on a backward escalator
There's a soul terminator, it's a sea of alligators
On each and every corner there's a broken hearted waiter

Hey L.A., where you're from?
Hey L.A., where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Where you're from? Where have you gone now?
Well, it looks as though your spaceship crashed
In Babylon

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That'S The Way - Lyrics - Katrina &Amp; The Waves

Title: That'S The Way
Artist: Katrina &Amp; The Waves
Composer(s): Katrina Leskanich, Kimberley Rew

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Lyric:
Slow your lovin' up
Slow your lovin' down

Love gaining, not losin' ground
No worry, no hurry, take your sweet time, baby
Dabble dally, shilly shally
Slow down, this ain't a race car rally

Bit by bit, inch by inch
Cool your heels, we're hangin' fire

That's the way, that's the way
That's our love in slow motion

That's the way, like the way
That's our love in slow motion

Strolling when we walk
Whisper when we talk

Grass growing right up under our feet
Oh stay, lover, delay, lover
Take a little more time with me

That's the way, that's the way
That's our love in slow motion

Slow down, greased lightning
Make love, gentle not frightening
Deep down devotion
That's our love in slow motion

Lighten up and lay your rocket down
Little by little not in leaps and bounds
Ride at anchor restin' on your oars

A little laissez-fair
Honey, more, more, more, more

That's the way, that's the way
That's our love in slow motion

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We Both Think Alike - Lyrics - 50 Cent

Title: We Both Think Alike
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Khalil Abdul Rahman, Olivia T Longott, Curtis James Jackson, Larina Williams

Lyric:
Yeah, 50, Olivia
We both think alike
We both think alike, uh oh

Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)

If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
(We both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)

If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
(We both think alike, uh oh)

I'm not gon' waste ya time talkin' 'bout shit that you know
I'm so hood that even when I try to hide it, it shows
I be grindin' girl I'm focused, I be gettin' my dough
You know that if it ain't the flow, than it comes from the O's

Plus a nigga like a pimp when it comes to the hoes
Every hood, every city all the gangsta's now
Front on me, and you'll be gettin' hit up for sho'
I make it hot when it's twenty motherfuckin' below

See wit' me in VIP you can twist and blow
When the champagne finished baby, order some mo'
Keep a eye on you close while you out on the floor
Doin' ya move will have a nigga's greased if it's a swole

If ya ready to roll shorty, we can just roll
When you ready to go, I'll be ready to go
See everything I do, I do on the low
So anything we do, nobody will know

Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)

If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
(We both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)

If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
(We both think alike, uh oh)

Now look, I know you into the shiny things
The platinum, the chains, and the diamond rings
The twenty-four inch chrome on the range
I see you when you crouch by ya window pane

Now shorty, me and you we came up the same
The fact before rap, I ain't have a thing
I hustled, got my weight up, now I'm sittin' on change
I mean I got money out the ass, Maine

When niggaz get the beefin', I be laughin'
'Cause I can send my homies through to blast them
Stick 'em with the hump, or just slash 'em
"Now fool are you crazy?" is what we ask 'em

But back to me and you shorty, decide, think
First I'll put the burnin', it's the G-string
Leave it up to me, we can do it my way
And get straight to it, skip the fore play

Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)

If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
(We both think alike, uh oh)

Now shorty we can party 'till the break of dawn
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Go 'head 'till ya tired than I'll take ya home
(We both think alike, hell yeah)

If you invite me in I'll come take it off
(We both think alike, uh oh)
Than head to ya bedroom to break ya off
(We both think alike, uh oh)

We both think alike, uh oh
We both think alike, uh oh
We both think alike, uh oh
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Big Momma Thang ("Remix") - Lyrics - Lil' Kim

Title: Big Momma Thang ("Remix")
Artist: Lil' Kim
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, James Sylvester, Adrian Bartos, James Kowan Lloyd, Harvey Fuqua, Kimberly Jones

Lyric:
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha
Wha, wha
You got it goin' on, wha wha

I used to be scared of the dick now I throw lips to the shit
Handle it like a real bitch, Heather Hunter, Janet Jack-me
Take it in the butt, yeah, yazz wha
I got land in Switzerland, even got sand in the Marylands

Bahamas in the spring, baby, it's a big momma thang
Can't tell by the diamonds in my rings
That's how many times I wanna cum, twenty one
And another one, and another one, and another one

Twenty four carats nigga that's when I'm fuckin' wit' the average nigga
Work the shaft, brothers be battin' me, and oh
Don'tcha like the way I roll and play wit' my bushy
Tell me what's on your mind when your tongues in the pussy
Is it marriage, baby carriage? Shit no, on a dime shit is mine
Got to keep 'em comin' all the time

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

How B.I.G. and 'Un' trust you in the studio with me
Don't they know I'm tryin' to sex you continuously
Pull a high power coup make, you jump ship
Leave who you wit', I'm with the Roc-A-Fella crew

Trip you for the cheese, tear your boom up
Spread a ill boomer, make you flip on Little Ceas
Pushin' backwards, get the doe from your platinum hits
Rock Little Kim hats and shit

I gets down and dirty for the doe, I got love and Big know it
He must got the studio bug
Probably, as we speak he's on his way up the street
With the mafia thugs and all types of heat

But I ain't tryin' to beef, I'm just tryin to eat
Horizontally, the way I hold my iron, sweet
And, no, my niggas, but I like the sound
Lil' Kim and Jigga, it sound like figures

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Before I caught some niggas disease, got caught with his ki's
Big scooped a young bitch off her knees
Threw me at high priced Beam's
Face on TV's, platinum CD's

Shit, I never fought saw a nigga wha, pussy greased up
Stack the g's up, keeps the knees up
What the fuck, stay fillin', half a million
Geneva Diva, yeah, I throws it down

Lay around, clown the clock stops for no one
Never sixty eight and owe one, takes one to know one
Better off wit the Playboy magazines uh, fuckin' wit da Don
Push the keys, G's threes for pape's

Yeah, I ride crate state to state
Lieutenant takes mad dimes from New York to Anaheim
While you daydreamin' wine, I'll just keep gettin' mine
And I'm married to this ya'll strategy misses still plannin' weddin's
Mafia also deadens all the bullshit
Any type of threatens to pull shit

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

Killas be quiet, my nigga bring the riots
Tough talk, tough walk, shit is tired
You wanna be this Queen B, but ya can't be
That's why you're mad at me

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Everyday Is Like Sunday - Lyrics - Bona Drag - Morrissey

Title: Everyday Is Like Sunday
Album: Bona Drag
Artist: Morrissey
Composer(s): Stephen Morrissey, Stephen Street

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Lyric:
Trudging slowly over wet sand
Back to the bench where your clothes were stolen
This is the coastal town that they forgot to close down
Armageddon, come Armageddon, come, Armageddon, come

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and gray

Hide on the promenade, etch a postcard
How I dearly wish I was not here
In the seaside town that they forgot to bomb
Come, come, come, nuclear bomb

Everyday is like Sunday
Everyday is silent and grey

Trudging back over pebbles and sand
And a strange dust lands on your hands
And on your face, on your face
On your face, on your face

Everyday is like Sunday
Win yourself a cheap tray
Share some greased tea with me
Everyday is silent and gray

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Judgement Night {From Judgement Night} - Lyrics - Tales From The B-Side - Biohazard

Title: Judgement Night {From Judgement Night}
Album: Tales From The B-Side
Artist: Biohazard
Composer(s): K Jones, D Schuler, M Fletcher, F Scruggs, W Graziedei, R Hambel, E Seinfeld, C Parker, T Taylor

Lyric:
Judgement night
Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night, in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Over here and bust the way, crush a sucka gutter
Sun don't cease at a hundred degrees
I'm coolin in your freezer, he's a breezer
I hits it up with that bald faced rap
I sinks to the crack and I make shit get wild

Run it by, bust to start, to punch others front
Top drop Caesar, it's more than a leisure
Bitch every fuckin' grain in your brain like a tweezer
The sinister thief shaded to six feet deep for the misdemeanor
Offender, the back bender, corny nigga, the bullshit trip ender

Never perpetratin', so ain't no lurkin' in the dark
I'm lurkin' near the workin' niggaz heart, c'mon
Used to be a gambler when I was a scrambler
Now I'm grand to her, Shorty back might damage her

Who's this here, state my facts and react
And saturate brains with a plate of hot wax
Intertwining, combining and aligning, shining
Studies in the light right now while we wreak fuckin' havoc

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Come inside with His Highness, the illinest
Killin' 'em with adrenalin, blast past the minimum
Look to the winter ugliness, ruggedness under the rug
Drugs and his money strikes confidence

Chopped in the days and the blazin' smell
Then the realm of a seance, I blackloose guns
Comin' to the project, walls with A K's
We're talkin' days, word that you son
You really want some next shit? Some blood on the exit?

Onyx, watch me wreck shit as they exit
But yo I keep 'em hollerin', Screamin' out for mercy minds
Of a lowest of enemies, ghetto mentality
So blast it as I hit your head, you're dead not disbelievin'
Got the toxic rock to bring a nigga, Biohazard

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Yo, gimme that shit, you fuckin' bald headed bastard
What the evil nasty access? Mad shit to burn the acids
So ashes to ashes raps with the ghetto gats
And I'm doin', niggaz ruin 'em, showin' 'em my razzmatazz

Mainly a devil rebel, foul niggaz know we fuckin' wild
I'm wild, I'm wild, he's wild so we's wild, capture the rapture
Come blackness after, I swear to fuckin' God I raise Hell
And make the white man call me master, I'm six, six, six

And need to repent to the pastor so fuck the radio
And close your ears but read my lips, I rips and if you eat my words
I'll leave your strung like umm umm umm, it was on the tip of my tongue
But now it's stuck in between my throat, I can't breath so I lick it

Onyx ain't the top pick, you must be suckin' a black dick
And if it takes the death of me to make history
The whole world will remember my misery
I know what I'm tryin to say, my words get in the way

They render me speechless, oh black Jesus I'm cryin' inside
Couldn't give a fuck if I live or I die 'cause I'm just a slave
Who's brave but fuck pickin' cotton, I'd rather see my grave
So I meditated before I was created and if you prefer sorrow

Made me reincarnated, now I'm back rulin' MC's
But pussy niggaz increase, well then it's just another nigga
That gotta get greased, so if you wanna talk shit
In order to avoid a fight, say what the fuck you wanna say
Just spell my name right, yeah motherfucker

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night

Judgement night, got gun, got badge
Judgement night
Judgement night in the echo of a gun blast
Judgement night
...

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