Grown So Ugly - Lyrics - Rubber Factory - The Black Keys

Title: Grown So Ugly
Album: Rubber Factory
Artist: The Black Keys
Composer(s): Robert Pete Williams

Lyric:
I got up this morning
Put on my shoes
Tied my shoes
Went to the mirror

But I combed my hair
I made a move
Know what to do
Tried to break and run

Baby, this ain't me, baby, this ain't me
Grown so ugly, grown so ugly
Don't even know myself
Don't even know myself

Left Angola, 1964
Walking down the street
Knocking for my baby, now
My baby come out and ask me who I am

I say, honey
Honey, don't you know your man?
She said my man been gone since 1942
I tell you, Mr. Ugly, he didn't look like you

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Ugly Bitches - Lyrics - It Takes A Thief - Coolio

Title: Ugly Bitches
Album: It Takes A Thief
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Mickey Denne, Artis Ivey, Brian Dobbs, Ken Gold

Lyric:
A bitch is a bitch and we all know that
A hoe is a hoe wit a toe up slut so
If you're gotta have 'em, might as well be a fine one
But it seems that some niggas can't seem to find one
So they go and get a bitch that's lookin' like Trixie
And Hekkyl & Jekkyl wit some saggy ass titties
A big fat flagrant hoodrat hooker
And the nigga got the nerve to pretend she's a looker

Sportin that down from your arm like a Simpson
Talk about bitches that you wish you was pimpin'
Come around the homies and you swear that she's playin'
But everytime I see her, you're beggin'
Go get you a girl that got somethin' goin'
Get rid of that bitch that's lookin' like a dragon
Now, you wanna fight 'cos you're baggin' on your Mrs
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave em alone
'Cos I went from rags to riches

They say 'Beauty is skin deep' but Goddamn weeded bitch
Look like buckwheat mixed with opi
Toe up, toe up, straight from the floor
And her bad ass breath is about to make me throw up
Niggas started dissin' and you blamed it on the gin
But the very next day you was with the bitch again
Now your ass is gettin' clowned like Bozo
But that's what you get for fuckin' with that ugly hoe

I don't know what possessed you, nigga
Stand that hooker in front of a trigger
Spendin' your time with a big goony goo goo
To niggas like you I gotta say "Choo choo"
Dig a ditch down in desperation
Send that monster on a permanent vacation
The girl is chop top, but you don't listen
'Cos some niggas like fuckin' with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
But now that I'm grown I leave 'em alone
'Cos I went from rags to riches

Aw shit, there go my nigga pretendin' he don't see me
Talkin' with a bitch that look like a flea G
Holdin' her hand as he walks thru the plaza
I try to play it off but I couldn't hold my laughter
The girl is done so take her ass off the oven
Put her on a boom and send her back to the covent
Cookin' up a plan in a big, black cauldron
And the dumb ass nigga don't know that he's fallin'

Into a trap 'cos now the whore is pregnant
9 months later and she's squirted on an insect
He don't wanna claim it, she went and got a test
Now he's sendin' child support in a big fat cheque
My nigga got depressed and he started drinkin' liquor
One night he got drunk, went to her house and killed her
Riches to rags and rags to riches
But that's what'cha get when you fuck with ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
It seems that it's sad for this pussy I had
Came from some ugly bitches

When I was young I used to have fun
Fuckin' with ugly bitches
It seems kinda sad 'cos this pussy I had
Came from some ugly bitches

So you mean to tell me you fuckin' with a bald headed
Ol' fat, lumpy, droopy, crack baby look a like, cisco drinkin'
Loud, ignorant, fucked up teeth, stank hoodrat, won't down
Once a month bleedin, butthead swap meet
AFDC, leaned-over tennis shoe, cigarette butt baggin bitch
Nigga, what's wrong wit you?
That's alright, she take care of a nigga though
That's all I know nigga, that's okay yeah, that's okay nigga

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My Struggle - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: My Struggle
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): B. Rome, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
Boosie Boo, nigga
And I be like the best nigga at this shit right now
Word for word, life story for life story
You know I'm the truth

We started off in the backyard, I'm that boy
Hate to lose, if I lose, you can get bruised, I'm that hard
Life starts from a bad memory, Daddy loved drugs
Can't take this from him, he loved thugs

Went from neighborhood jackers to neighborhood stackers
I-10 riders to I-10 traffickers
Imagine us in that bottom on that PCP
Walkin' to school wit a tool, who gon' beef wit me?

Got addicted to sellin' drugs, marijuana and coke
Momma, she washed her hands and let me go
The rest you know, I ain't gotta explain, I been a man
Since I went got my own, now they look at me grown

Posted up behind the same ol' on Wyoming street
Big sacks, big gats and some artillery
All the lil' niggas got big niggas, like Junior and Bleed
All old niggas showed us ropes like they picturin' beef

You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Hard times, me and you gettin' blissed
Got a dimebag but we couldn't buy the Philly
Walkin' to the weed dispenser, we was short on the special
So we got drunk, snatched purses, man, it's whatever

Old niggas tried to shortstop, we baller blocked, fuck it
Got a big knot, now I'm thuggin' wit a big ugly somethin'
On my waistline, bouncin' through the Southside
Back then, it was straight gin, dickies and cowhides

You ain't from our side, we bustin' at ya, that?s the rules
Used to be deep, now we down to just a few
Man, I'm talkin' 'bout them lonely nights, me and my homey on the flight
Sneakin' through hoes' window, robbin' niggas for endo

Runnin' wit nothin' but hard heads like Fry Thang and Kevin
Goin' to clubs reppin', hollin' fuck goin' to Heaven
'Cause I'm out here, look like my luck fucked up
And I done lost a lotta niggas, so my trust fucked up, man

You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle
You don?t know my struggle, so you can't feel my hustle

Sittin' nights, need my medicine and my needles
All the bondsmen keepin' it gutta wit my peoples
The thug life, back to back catchin' misdemeanors
The drug life, servin' junkies in front the cleaners

The hospitals, nurses tryin' to lift up my spirit
My momma preachin' but Boosie Boo don?t wanna hear it
You know they say I was dead, two shots up in my head
Some say I O.D.'d off that X, what they gon' say next?

Grandma died, Momma house, lemme talk to ya
Niggas hate but I don?t drive-by, I walk to ya
High school, 4 deep in a Monte Carlo
Dusted and disgusted tryna make it 'til tomorrow

When I borrowed, I gave back
When it was beer time, I made stacks, 110 to 150, I shake that
The baby momma drama make me wanna holla
Plus I lost all my ghetto role models, this my struggle, man

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Too Close To The Sun - Lyrics - Morning Orbit - David Usher

Title: Too Close To The Sun
Album: Morning Orbit
Artist: David Usher
Composer(s): David Usher

Lyric:
High above your atmosphere
Do they all still cheer for who they think we are?
And once more past the sun again
Feelings sinking in I think we've gone to far

And why did you fly, did you burn?
Can't you learn from my mistakes?
I have made them so I know

Bored, just one more cup of tea
All the stars and me they'll teach me how to shine
'Cause life it's so much colder here
I'll absorb your fears and bury them inside

And why did you fly, did you burn?
Can't you learn from my mistakes?
I have made them so I know

You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun

Things we found so lovely, turn so ugly
I've grown nakeder day by day
It's quite disarming I find it alarming
When everybody's listening

Why did you fly, did you burn?
Can't you learn from what we've learned?
I can't see you anymore

You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun
You're too close to the sun

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American Guitars - Lyrics - Auteurs

Title: American Guitars
Artist: Auteurs
Composer(s): Luke Haines

Lyric:
They were failing dutifully
If you're going to fail at all
Failing came more easily
Than it did to us all

And I wanted to be there
See them begin
It was easy to see them
They were the best band to be in

I gave up drugging
When you spiked my drink
Stopped freeloading
When I could not get in

I gave up singing
When I was told I could not dance
Knew my place in the world
When I heard them start

American guitars
American guitars
American guitars
American guitars

Woke up on Sunday morning
With a hole the size of my pool
Couldn't believe I've grown so ugly
Couldn't believe I've been so cruel

I should've set back
Thought about their past
East coast to west coast
How they've struggled for their art

Some people are born to write
Some people are born to dance
Thought I knew my place in the world
Thought I knew my art

Glad to be there
See them begin
It was easy to see them
They were the best band to be

American guitars
American guitars
American guitars
American guitars

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I Can - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: I Can
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Roy Hammond, Salaam Remi, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can
(I know I can)
Be what I wanna be
(Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it
(If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be
(I'll be where I wanna be)

Be, b-boys and girls, listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy, it takes much practice
Like, I met a woman who's becoming a star
She was very beautiful, leaving people in awe
Singing songs, Lina Horn, but the younger version
Hung with the wrong person, got her strung on that heroin

Cocaine sniffing up drugs all in her nose
Coulda died, so young, now looks ugly and old
No fun 'cause now when she reaches for hugs people hold they breath
'Cause she smells of corrosion and death
Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
'Cause they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'm a tell you how
Put your hands in the air and take a vow

I know I can
(I know I can)
Be what I wanna be
(Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it
(If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be
(I'll be where I wanna be)

I know I can
(I know I can)
Be what I wanna be
(Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it
(If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be
(I'll be where I wanna be)

Be, b-boys and girls, listen again
This is for grown looking girls who's only ten
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be, up in the club with fake ID
Careful, 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host the TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide, be careful, some men be
Rapists, so act your age, don't pretend to be

Older than you are, give yourself time to grow
You thinking he can give you wealth, but so
Young boys, you can use a lot of help, you know
You thinking life's all about smoking weed and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
Begging different women for a place to sleep at night
Smart boys turn to men and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve, then say it like this

I know I can
(I know I can)
Be what I wanna be
(Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it
(If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be
(I'll be where I wanna be)

I know I can
(I know I can)
Be what I wanna be
(Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it
(If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be
(I'll be where I wanna be)

Be, be'fore we came to this country
We were kings and queens, never porch monkeys
There was empires in Africa called Kush
Timbuktu, where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian, Arabs and gave them gold when
Gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans

The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred
Africa was almost robbed naked
Slavery was money, so they began making slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the great went
He was so shocked at the mountains with black faces
Shot off they nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today, you see?

If the truth is told, the youth can grow
Then learn to survive until they gain control
Nobody says you have to be gangstas, hoes
Read more, learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children, do your thing
Hold your head up, little man, you're a king
Young princess, when you get your wedding ring
Your man is saying "She's my queen"

I know I can
(I know I can)
Be what I wanna be
(Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it
(If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be
(I'll be where I wanna be)

I know I can
(I know I can)
Be what I wanna be
(Be what I wanna be)
If I work hard at it
(If I work hard at it)
I'll be where I wanna be
(I'll be where I wanna be)

Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music y'all, save the music y'all
Save the music

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Friends O' Mine - Lyrics - A Hangover You Don't Deserve - Bowling For Soup

Title: Friends O' Mine
Album: A Hangover You Don't Deserve
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Jaret Ray Reddick, Tony Scalzo, Miles Zuniga

Lyric:
One, two, one, two, three

Well it was ugly but we made it this far
Some have gone but I forget who they are?
Now the hangovers are worse but we get through them fine

Sleepin' late but we're not lazy
Gettin' older but we're still crazy
I'm so glad that I have these friends of mine

It stared out at a coffee shop in a most unlikely town
And there were casulties but we made it out, anyhow
We stuck together through the good and bad times
Pulp fiction, blazing saddles and fast times
I'm so glad that I have these friends of mine

And jobs, girls and obstacles did all but break us down
Night clubs and broken bands in every major town
An' I've got your back, you've got mine
Like Johnny Cash said, "I walk the line"
And you can always count on me for one last beer

We saw the world and the world seemed smaller
We're getin' wider but not gettin' no taller
I know we've grown up just a little at a time

We're sleepin' late but we're not lazy
We're gettin' older but we're still crazy
I'm so glad that I have these friends of mine
So glad that I have these friends of mine
So glad that I have these friends of mine

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I Know I Can - Lyrics - God's Son - Nas

Title: I Know I Can
Album: God's Son
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Roy Hammond, Nasir Jones, Salaam Remi

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Lyric:
I know I can
Be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Baby, boys and girls listen up
You can be anything in the world, in God we trust
An architect, doctor, maybe an actress
But nothing comes easy it takes much practice

Like, I met a woman who's becomin a star
She was very beautiful, leavi'n people in awe
Singin' songs, Leena Hawn
But the younger version hung with the wrong person

Got her strung on the sniffin' up drugs all in the nose
Could have died so young, now looks ugly and old
No fun 'cuz now when she reaches for hugs
People hold their ground 'cuz she smells of corrosion and death

Watch the company you keep and the crowd you bring
'Cuz they came to do drugs and you came to sing
So if you gonna be the best, I'ma tell you how
Put your hands in the air and take a bow

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Baby, boys and girls listen again
This is for grown lookin' girls who only 10
The ones who watch videos and do what they see
As cute as can be

Up in the club with fake ID's
Careful 'fore you meet a man with HIV
You can host a TV like Oprah Winfrey
Whatever you decide

Be careful, some men be rapists, so act your age
Don't pretend to be older than you are
Give yourself time to grow
You thinkin' he can give you wealth

But so young boys you can use a lotta help you know
You thinkin' life's all about smokin' and ice
You don't wanna be my age and can't read and write
Beggin' different women for a place to sleep at night

Smart boys turn 'em in and do whatever they wish
If you believe you can achieve
Then say it like this

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Baby, 'fore we came to this country we were kings and queens
Never porch monkeys, there was empires and Africa called Kush
Timbuktu where every race came to get books
To learn from black teachers who taught Greeks and Romans
Asian, Arabs and gave them gold

When gold was converted to money it all changed
Money then became empowerment for Europeans
The Persian military invaded
They heard about the gold, the teachings and everything sacred

Africa was almost robbed naked, savery was money
So they began makin' slave ships
Egypt was the place that Alexander the Great went
He was shocked at the mountains with black faces

Shot up their nose to impose what basically
Still goes on today you see
If the truth is told the youth can grow
Can learn to survive until they gain control

Nobody says you hafta be gangstas
Read more, learn more, change the globe
Ghetto children do your thing
Hold your head up little man

You're a king
Young princess when you get your wedding ring
Your man is sayin, "She's my queen"

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

I know I can, I know I can
Be what I wanna be, be what I wanna be
If I work hard at it
I'll be where I wanna be, I'll be where I wanna be

Save the music ya'll
Save the music ya'll
Save the music ya'll
Save the music ya'll
Save the music

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How You Gonna See Me Now - Lyrics - The Best Of Alice Cooper: Mascara & Monsters - Alice Cooper

Title: How You Gonna See Me Now
Album: The Best Of Alice Cooper: Mascara & Monsters
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Alice Cooper, Dick Wagner, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Dear darlin' surprised to hear from me?
Bet you're sittin' drinkin' coffee, yawnin' sleepily
Just to let you know, I'm gonna be home soon
I'm kinda awkward and afraid, time has changed your point of view

How you gonna see me now,please don't see me ugly babe
'Cause I know I let you down in oh so many ways?
How you gonna see me now, since we've been on our own?
Are you gonna love the man, when the man gets home?

Listen darlin' now I'm heading for the west
I straightened out my head but my old heart is still a mess
Yes I'm worried honey yes that's natural though
It's like I'm waiting for a welcome sign, like a hobo in the snow

How you gonna see me now, please don't see me ugly babe
'Cause I know I let you down in oh so many ways?
How you gonna see me now, since we've been on our own?
Are you gonna love the man, when the man gets home?

And just like the first time, we're just strangers again
I might have grown out of style in the place I've been
And just like the first time I'll be shakin' inside
When I walk in the door there'll be no place to hide

How you gonna see me now, please don't see me ugly babe
'Cause I know I let you down in oh so many ways?

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I'M A Player - Lyrics - Get In Where You Fit In - Too $Hort

Title: I'M A Player
Album: Get In Where You Fit In
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Todd Shaw, Frank Waddy, Gary Cooper

Lyric:
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
'Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point
So you can light that weed
While I spit this rap
And tell you 'bout a player from way back
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts
Gittin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes
Now I fuck top notch bitches
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches
'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy
'Cause I never would fron' on my folks
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
Bitches come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
Short Dog in the house with some player shit

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

All the fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend you see her every night
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two
Cut to the house and said baby I love you
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before
I see it again
Young tender saying Short would you be my man

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters

Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick
And even though I can't fuck you every day
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way
We can all get together on a late night
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight
I really don't care
Cause I'm a player

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

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Playboy Short Ii - Lyrics - Born To Mack - Too $Hort

Title: Playboy Short Ii
Album: Born To Mack
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Todd Anthony Shaw

Lyric:
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

You see I made up my mind when I was seventeen
I ain' with no marriage and a weddin' ring
I be a player fo' life so where's my wife
Prob'ly at the rehab stuck on the pipe
'Cause she must be smokin' and I'm not jokin'
Too Short baby comin' straight from Oakland
Got way mo' bitches than I ever need
I put that on a big fat bag of weed
'Cause I can give you a bitch who wouldn't give you joint
Bitches ain' shit and now I made my point
So you can light that weed
While I spit this rap
And tell you 'bout a player from way back
I was only fourteen when I first got my dick sucked
Now I'm grown up and I really like to bust nuts
Gittin' freaky in the right situations
You wanna rap well that's a nice occupation
To git pussy when you want 'n how you want it foo'
'Cause I was fuckin' ugly hoes back in high schoo'
I used to fuck young-ass hoes
Used to be broke and didn't have no clothes
Now I fuck top notch bitches
Tellin' stories 'bout rags to riches
'Bout a pimp named Shorty from the Oakland set
Been mackin' fo' years 'n ain't fell of yet
So if you ever see me rollin' in my drop top caddy
Throw a peace sign and say hey pimp daddy
'Cause I never would fron' on my folks
I slow down and let the gold diggers count my spokes
Bitches come a dime a dozen
So don't get mad when I fuck your cousin
Your two sisters, I even fuck your ex-bitch
Short Dog in the house with some player shit

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

All the fake players peep game from the real
Player hatin' lover tell me how do ya feel
When you front to the homies how you grind 'em
Look fo' a tramp, but you can't find 'em
You got one girlfriend you see her every night
Comin' around the partners, lyin' about your life
Looked at your watch it said six twenty-two
Cut to the house and said baby I love you
Can't act like a mack like playboy Sho'
An' the rest of the macks in the streets of the O bitch
Comin' up we learn how to freak these hoes
And when your through gittin' yours then you shake these hoes
And when your older, it's nothin' but a routine
Makin' G's everyday workin' blue jeans
I know I seen it before
I see it again
Young tender saying Short would you be my man

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

Yeeeah there's alot of fake players out there
Talkin' bad about Ant Banks, you know what I'm sayin'
But hey ain' trippin up
Short Dog, what you do about them player haters

Try 'n stay away from Kriss Kross imitators
Put ya in a cross 'cause they really jus' haters
I thought you knew, Short Dog is a player
Born to mack, 'n got bitches everywhere
I ride around town in my clean-ass cars
Screenin' these hoes like movie stars
Checkin' my traps like a dirty rat
I was born to mack
I'm hookin' hoes like crack, I be a monkey on your back bitch
Until you kick that Short Dog habit got you on my dick
And even though I can't fuck you every day
That's 'cause I got another bitch aroun' the way
We can all get together on a late night
Cut to the house hook somethin' up real tight
I really don't care
Cause I'm a player

I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass
I'm a player and I'm playin' jus' the bass

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Out Of State - Lyrics - Second Round's on Me - Obie Trice

Title: Out Of State
Album: Second Round's on Me
Artist: Obie Trice
Composer(s): Hamilton Freder Bohannon, J Cooley, Marvin P Gaye, Michael James Henderson, M Mathers, L Resto, Obie Trice

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Lyric:
Where you at nigga?
I'm on the road, I'm on my way down there, 75 south nigga
Man, bring that muthafuckin' work, man
We gotta fill these goddamn streets
You understand what I'm talkin' 'bout, pimp need ta ask

Roll out, striaght to the ATL
Coming from the DET, gotta bail
Gotta get mail in abundance
Stat watch that yay on the oven

Nigga, this hustling
Had enough getting nothin'
Couped in the group, ballers gotta get accustomed
So I push that dust, thust me crush 'em

Push that new stank ugly
Snowflakes in the hood like flurrys
Nigga so urgently gotta earn that cheese affirmatively
The firm with me gotta turn the keys of a 64 fever
So eager, go re-up
Get cheese on an old school beeper

No two-ways, no feds
Only way a nigga get head, get bread
Stay low pro, no po-po
No hoes in the spot where the dough grows

We got to get this paper, dawg, any way it takes
Before you see a nigga like myself break
Even if it means that we rollin' out of state
Gotta get it at a good rate
Get bucks, come home with the weight up

Dippin' now, straight to the CAL
Get Dre on the phone
Gotta put that fluff on hold
Home grown, holmes know
Bubonic chronic, gots ta move on it soon as possible

Honest U-Haul's moving by two annonymous drivers reclining
Just a couple of folks reload, from the West to the East Coast
Gotta get that dough, flip them bows
Get back to the mo' like pronto
With guacamole niggaz, can't grow these
Got it where they make nachos

Not so? Taste that
Wipe the a-jax off that plastic wrap
Look at him now, his ass sagging like my Dickie khaks'
Infact nigga cheif on that
Please believe I gotta get them stacks

We got to get this paper, dawg, any way it takes
Before you see a nigga like myself break
Even if it means that we rollin' out of state
Gotta get it at a good rate
Get bucks, come home with the weight up

Haters, faders know, Detroit flavor gave us bank roll
Nigga never stress those stank hoes
Minnesota got that stro we on Petroleon, on that rap
Gotta flip them o's like that

Get that dough right back
Gotta make sure niggaz intact, strapped
Niggaz get mad, gotta have what you got
Gotta put them boys in bags

Make noise, niggaz, know you ain't having that
Gotta have it at, gettin' assets
Where the math at, nigga pass that
No average, pure
What do you think a nigga down here for?

Get more, gotta push them Bentley 'Zures
Niggaz on empty, gotta get it up plenty
Niggaz don't hear me

We got to get this paper, dawg, any way it takes
Before you see a nigga like myself break
Even if it means that we rollin' out of state
Gotta get it at a good rate
Get bucks, come home with the weight up

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Merry Happy - Lyrics - Made of Bricks - Kate Nash

Title: Merry Happy
Album: Made of Bricks
Artist: Kate Nash
Composer(s): Kate Nash

Lyric:
Watching me like you never watched no one
Don?t tell me that you didn?t try an' check out my bum
?Cause I know that you did ?cause your friend told me that you liked it

Gave me those pearls and I thought they were ugly
Don't you try an' tell me that you never loved me
I know that you did ?cause you said it and you wrote it down

Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast
Yeah, you make me merry, make me very, very happy
But you obviously, you didn?t want to stick around

Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast
Yeah, you make me merry, make me very, very happy
But you obviously, you didn?t want to stick around
So I learnt from you

Doo, doo, doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo

Doo, doo, doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo

I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, I can watch the sunset on my own

I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, I can watch the sunset on my own

Sitting in restaurants, thought we were so grown up
But I know now that we were not the people
That we turned out to be

Chatting on the phone, can?t take back those hours
But I won?t regret 'cause you can grow flowers
From where dirt used to be

Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast
Yeah, you make me merry, make me very, very happy
But you obviously, you didn?t want to stick around

Dancing at discos, eating cheese on toast
Yeah, you make me merry, make me very, very happy
But you obviously, you didn?t want to stick around
So I learnt from you

Doo, doo, doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo

Doo, doo, doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo

I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, I can watch the sunset on my own

I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, yeah, I can watch the sunset on my own
I can be alone, I can watch the sunset on my own

Doo, doo, doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo

Doo, doo, doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo

Doo, doo, doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
Doo doo doo doo, da-doo doo
...

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Mad Season - Lyrics - Mad Season - Matchbox 20

Title: Mad Season
Album: Mad Season
Artist: Matchbox 20
Composer(s): Rob Thomas

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Lyric:
I feel stupid, but I know it won't last for long
And I've been guessin', and I coulda been guessin' wrong
You don't know me now, I kinda thought that you should somehow
Has that whole mad season got ya down?

Well, I feel stupid but it's something that comes and goes
And I've been changin', I think it's funny how no one knows
We don't talk about, the little things that we do without
When that whole mad season comes around

So why ya gotta stand there
Looking like the answer now?
It seems to me, you'd come around
I need you now

Do you think you can cope? You figured me out?
That I'm lost and I'm hopeless
I'm bleeding and broken though I've never spoken
I come undone in this mad season

I feel stupid, but I think I've been catchin' on
I feel ugly, but I know I still turn you on
You've grown colder now, torn apart, angry, turned around
Will that whole mad season knock you down?

So are you gonna stand there?
Or are you gonna help me out?
We need to be together now
I need you now

Do you think you can cope? You figured me out?
That I'm lost and I'm hopeless
I'm bleeding and broken though I've never spoken
I come undone in this mad season

Now I'm cryin', isn't that what you want?
I'm tryin' to live my life on my own, but I won't, no
At times, I can believe I am strong
So someone tell me

Why, why, why do I, I, I feel stupid?
And I come undone
Well I come undone
I need you now

Do you think you can cope? You figured me out?
That I'm lost and I'm hopeless
I'm bleeding and broken though I've never spoken
Well I need you now

Do you think you can cope? You figured me out?
I'm a child and I'm hopeless
I'm bleeding and broken though I've never spoken
I come, oh I come undone

In this mad season
In this mad season
It's been a mad season
Been a mad season

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Against All Odds - Lyrics - Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory - 2pac

Title: Against All Odds
Album: Makaveli - The Don Killuminati: The 7 Day Theory
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Tyrone Wrice

Lyric:
One love, one love, one thug
One nation, twenty-one gun salute

I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke

Twenty-one gun salute, dressed in fatigues, black jeans and boots
Disappeared in the crowd, all you seen was troops
This little nigga named NaS thinks he live like me
Talkin' 'bout he left the hospital took five like me

You living fantasies, nigga I reject your deposit
We shook Dre punk ass, now we out of the closet
Mobb Deep wonder why nigga blowed them out
Next time grown folks talk, nigga close your mouth

Peep me, I take this war shit deeply
Done seen too many real players fall to let these bitch niggas beat me
Puffy let's be honest you a punk or you will see me with gloves
Remember that shit you said to Vibe about me bein' a thug

You can tell the people you roll with whatever you want
But you and I know what's going on
Payback, I knew you bitch niggas from way back
Witness me strapped with Macs, knew I wouldn't play that

All you old rappers trying to advance
It's all over now, take it like a man
Niggas lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sick
Tryin' to player hate on my shit, you eat a fat dick
Let it be known this is how you made me
Lovin' how I got you niggas crazy

Against all odds, hopin' my thug motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote

I heard he was light skinned, stocky with a Haitian accent
Jewelery, fast cars and he's known for flashing
Listen while I take you back and lace this rap
A real live tale about a snitch named Haitian Jack

Knew he was workin' for the feds, same crime, different trials
Nigga, picture what he said and did I mention
Promised a payback, Jimmy Henchman, in due time
I know you bitch niggas is listenin', The World Is Mine

Set me up, wet me up, niggas stuck me up
Heard the guns bust but you tricks never shut me up
Touch one of mine on everything I own
I'll destroy everything you touch, play the game nigga

All out warfare, eye for eye
Last words to a bitch nigga, "Why you lie?"
Now you gotta watch your back, now watch your front
Here we come, gunshots to Tut, now you stuck
Fuck the rap game, nigga this M O B
So believe me we enemies

I go against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds

Puffy gettin' robbed like a bitch, to hide the fact
He did some shit he shouldn't have did, so we ride 'em for that
And that nigga that was down for me, restin' dead
Switch sides, guess his new friends wanted him dead

Probably be murdered for the shit that I said
I bring the real, be a legend, breathin' the dead
Lord listen to me
God don't like ugly, "It was written"

Hey NaS, your whole damn style is bitten
You heard my melody, read about my life in the papers
All my runin's with authorities, felonious capers
Now you wanna live my life, so what's the answer NaS?

Niggas that don't rhyme right, you've seen too many movies
Load em up against the wall, close his eyes
Since you lie you die, goodbye
Let the real live niggas hear the truth from me
What would you do if you was me nigga

Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds, I'm hopin' my true motherfuckers know
This be the realest shit I ever wrote
Against all odds, up in the studio, gettin' blowed
To the truest shit I ever spoke
Against all odds

One love to my true thug niggas
Twenty-one gun salute to my niggas that die in the line of duty
Representin' to the fullest bein' soldiers with military minds
that play the rules of the game, twenty-one gun salute
I salute you my niggas, stay strong
I ride for you, I rhyme for you, I roll for you, it's all for you
To all you bitch made niggas, I'm comin' for you
Against all odds, I don't care who the fuck you is, nigga
You touch me I'm at you, I know you motherfuckers think that I forgot
Hell no, I ain't forgot nigga, I just remember what you told me
You said don't go to war unless I got my money behind me
Aight, I got my money right here, now I want war

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Friend Of Mine - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: Friend Of Mine
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
Uh-oh! (GROWLS)
Don't tell me!(GROWLS)
Don't tell me it's another one of these PK joints
Not another P. Killer joint
OH MY MOTHERFUCKIN'GOD
Uh, uh, uh

You better stop that
Before I come ridin' back (RIGHT BACK)
Right back to you (BACK TO YOU)
I know you wouldn't like that (OH NO)
We don't need no (WE DON'T NEED NO)
Extra offer see (WE DON'T NEED NO)
Wasn't really no friend of mine (WASN'T NO FRIEND)
Wasn't really no friend of mine (OF MINE)

I'm part of the meek, started to speak, at age 10
Other kids were ridin' bikes, but that was the age when
I became a man, learned to stand, on my own
One dog, no bone, so young, so grown
Kid left home, shit got harder, kid got smarter
Did my part of the bad shit, I was the starter
Came from the heart of the hood, not lookin' too good
Fuckin' did what I couldready to bitch in the wood
For all the shit you do, just when you think you sly
What goes around, comes around, the wrong damn time
Maybe too late, but damn, I shoulda did that back then
Shoulda thought about that then, now come on out the den
Slowly, Come onkeep your hands where I can see 'em
You don't know me, but we already got wifey tied up in the BM
And know who set you up? That bitch with the crazy ass
Another shorty, another party of your shady past

God don't like ugly, all that love me, wanna plug me
But fuck me, it's about ?Is this really what you want G??
The more dirt you do, the more dirt you get
More fake niggas that ride, that'll jerk your dick
The more you think your slick, but somebody sees everything
Sometimes the thieves never hang
They remain, outlaws, wild dogs, outdoors
Strippin' cats about yours, it's all about claws
Beggin', scratchin', weighin' and matchin'
You stayin with the batch, and playin' with what you catchin'
Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you, that's under you
You must first separate from, then connect with
Fuckin' with that X shit (WHAT), 'cos this the best shit (WHAT)
Motherfuck the rest bitch (WHAT), it's all about this (WHAT)
Do what you do, and you get what you get

See what it boils down to, is that it all comes through
Remember what you do, cause it's gon' come true
A little harder than you did it, but that's the way it is
I aint know it be like this, but that's the way it is
Keep fuckin' with them kids, cause they all get grown and shit
When they get they own, what's gon' been that you shown 'em?
Fuck how to take a bone? How to rob a nigga of his throne?
How to be left standin' alone?
Get a nigga gone, that aint right
Do it yourself, be a man and fight
Nigga earn your stripes, I damn sure earned mine
I already know your language, now try to learn mine
Dig 'til you find, and when you find you keep
I done spelled it out for you, but you niggas is still asleep
6 Feet deep, was just around the corner
Be surprised how many niggas, wanna, wanna

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Friend Of Mine - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Friend Of Mine
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, Anthony Fields

Lyric:
Uh-oh, don't tell me, don't tell me it's another one of these PK joints
Not another P. Killer joint, oh, my motherfuckin' God, uh, uh, uh

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine

I'm part of the meek, started to speak, at age 10
Other kids were ridin' bikes, but that was the age when
I became a man, learned to stand, on my own
One dog, no bone, so young, so grown

Kid left home, shit got harder, kid got smarter
Did my part of the bad shit, I was the starter
Came from the heart of the hood, not lookin' too good
Fuckin' did what I could, ready to bitch in the wood

For all the shit you do, just when you think you sly
What goes around, comes around, the wrong damn time
Maybe too late, but damn, I shoulda did that back then
Shoulda thought about that then, now come on out the den

Slowly, come on, keep your hands where I can see 'em
You don't know me, but we already got wifey tied up in the BM
And know who set you up? That bitch with the crazy ass
Another shorty, another party of your shady past

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine

God, don't like ugly, all that love me, wanna plug me
But fuck me, it's about this really what you want G?
The more dirt you do, the more dirt you get
More fake niggas that ride, that'll jerk your dick

The more you think your slick, but somebody sees everything
Sometimes the thieves never hang
They remain, outlaws, wild dogs, outdoors
Strippin' cats about yours, it's all about claws

Beggin', scratchin', weighin' and matchin'
You stayin' with the batch, and playin' with what you catchin'
Do unto others, as you would have others do unto you, that's under you
You must first separate from, then connect with

Fuckin' with that X shit, this the best shit
Motherfuck the rest bitch, it's all about this
Do what you do, and you get what you get

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine

See what it boils down to, is that it all comes through
Remember what you do, 'cause it's gon' come true
A little harder than you did it, but that's the way it is
I ain't know it be like this, but that's the way it is

Keep fuckin' with them kids, 'cause they all get grown and shit
When they get they own, what's gon' been that you shown 'em
Fuck how to take a bone? How to rob a nigga of his throne?
How to be left standin' alone?

Get a nigga gone, that ain't right, do it yourself, be a man and fight
Nigga earn your stripes, I damn sure earned mine
I already know your language, now try to learn mine
Dig will you find, and when you find you keep

I done spelled it out for you, but you niggas is still asleep
6 feet deep, was just around the corner
Be surprised how many niggas, wanna, wanna

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine

You better stop that, before I come ridin' back
Right back to you, I know you wouldn't like that
We don't need no, extra offer see
Wasn't really no friend of mine, wasn't really no friend of mine

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Incredible - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Incredible
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, James Brown, Keith Murray, Charles Bobbit, James Todd Smith, Fred Wesley

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Lyric:
I'm incredible, I mix up shit like cake mix
Keep it blazin' hot, rhymes burn to keep you frost bit
MC's is assed-out 'cause they lost it
Peep my foundation, the way I reinforce it

I monitor movements, precisely
Makin' niggas hit high notes, like the Eisley's
Finally, some asses I can touch up
Tie 'em to the grill of my six, pop the clutch up

Hush up, I rush up, inside your cut
Make you puss up, then bust up, 'cause my shit bumps
This Don's Trumps, kill straight cats and all chumps
'Cause life is like a box of chocolate, Mr. Gump

Uh, the ultimatum, lets abbreviate 'em
LL platinum again, don't you hate 'em?
A thin line between darkness and sunshine
Five percenters that was raised on swine

Known to be wise, and you wise to understand
Bringin' me drama's a handstand in quicksand
I've been hot so long, I'm immune
Your rap career get cut short like poom-pooms

Now, from the streets to the suites and all around the world
They all recognize we incredible
We can stand in the water and can't get wet
You can bet your last dollar we incredible

We gets it on in the worst way
All the homeboys and the girls say we incredible
From one brother to another
They agree with each other, lyrically we both incredible

Adios, mios, Montageune
We're too hot to hold and too bold to be controlled
Roodies skin-deep, my ugly comes from the soul
I find the leaks, and E plug the holes

I have more beef than fillet mignon
But got smart, and flushed the bullshit down the como
Rappers just started rappin' last week, get a deal next week
And go platinum next month

But pass the blunt, so I can stay hy-like-dro
Don't act like you don't know, I'm 'bout to fly a flow
I'm three from three from a three-point land
With more devastation than a nigga can withstand

Remember me? Untouched by any emcee
I add verbal assault to your mental injury
'Cause I'm the vogit, toat it, quote it
Five O said freeze, man I blowed it

Rhyme strategies, no one's bad as this
I sew up the populace like a seamstress
A prisoner, doing time and the bit
A grown man, and don't play with no kids 'cause I'm incredible

Now, from the streets to the suites and all around the world
They all recognize we incredible
We can stand in the water and can't get wet
You can bet your last dollar we incredible

We gets it on in the worst way
All the homeboys and the girls say we incredible
From one brother to another
They agree with each other, lyrically we both incredible

Incredible, lyrically we are both incredible
Incredible, incredible

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