Here In The Real World - Lyrics - Here In The Real World - Alan Jackson

Title: Here In The Real World
Album: Here In The Real World
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Mark Irwin, Alan Eugene Jackson

Lyric:
Cowboys don't cry and heroes don't die
Good always wins again and again
And love is a sweet dream it always comes true
Oh if life were like the movies, I'd never be blue

But here in the real world it's not that easy at all
'Cause when hearts get broken it's real tears that fall
And darlin' it's sad but true but the one thing I've learned from you
Is how the boy don't always get the girl here in the real world

I gave you my love, but that wasn't enough
To hold your heart when times got rough
And tonight on that silver screen, it'll end like it should
Two lovers will make it through like I hoped we would

But here in the real world it's not that easy at all
'Cause when hearts get broken it's real tears that fall
And darlin' it's sad but true but the one thing I've learned from you
Is how the boy don't always get the girl here in the real world
No the boy don't always get the girl here in the real world

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Living In The Real World - Lyrics - Eat To The Beat - Blondie

Title: Living In The Real World
Album: Eat To The Beat
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): James Destri

Lyric:
Every day you've go to wake up
And disappear behind your makeup
Take away your calendar watch
And you can't keep track until your heart attack

Hey I'm living in a magazine
Page to page in my submarine
Hey now Cindy you can't get to me, need an elevator
Hey I'll see you later 'cause

I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more yeah

I can be whatever I want to
I talk to me I even agree
Every day's a holiday
You can look through the glass
And take a photograph

You will never ever walk on the moon
Leave your body and float through the room
You could never conquer me
'Cause I'm not here and you're not there

And and I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more yeah

Didn't I ever tell you I was gone?
Didn't I ever tell you I was gone?
Bye, bye

I can do anything at all
I'm invisible and I'm twenty feet tall
Pull the plug on your digital clock
And it all goes dark and the bodies stop

Hey I'm living in a magazine
Page to page in my teenage dream
Hey now Mary you can't follow me without a satellite
I'm on a power flight 'cause

I'm not living, I'm not living
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more

I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
I'm not living in the real world
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more
No more, no more, no more

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Here In The Real World - Lyrics - George Jones

Title: Here In The Real World
Artist: George Jones
Composer(s): Mark Irwin, Alan Eugene Jackson

Lyric:
Cowboys don't cry
And heroes don't die
Good always wins
Again and again

Love is a sweet dream
That always comes true
Oh, if life were like the movies
I'd never be blue

But here in the real world
It's not that easy at all
'Cause when hearts get broken
It's real tears that fall

And darling it's sad but true
But the one thing I've learned from you
Is how the boy don't always get the girl
Here in the real world

I gave you my love
But that wasn't enough
To hold your heart
When times got rough

And tonight on that silver screen
It'll end like it should
Two lovers will make it through
Like I hoped we would

But here in the real world
It's not that easy at all
'Cause when hearts get broken
It's the real tears that fall

And darling it's sad but true
But the one thing I've learned from you
Is how the boy don't always get the girl
Here in the real world
No, the boy don't always get the girl
Here in the real world

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Get Your Shit Right - Lyrics - Jermaine Dupri

Title: Get Your Shit Right
Artist: Jermaine Dupri
Composer(s): Rahman Griffin, Earl Simmons, Jermaine Dupri, Deric Angelettie

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Lyric:
To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

First off, you all niggaz know I don't slouch
An' as a kid I done did the shit you talkin' about
I'm from the south, ya heard?
Where niggas fly birds outta Impalas
Live lavish
From ATL to Dallas an' the little palace
Goin' once, goin twice, everyday, livin' nice
In the grey wit the ice, makin' money rollin' dice
Livin' the life, that you all dream of
Puttin' niggaz outta business like Sony did to Sega

You seen us, the green stuff
An nuttin' else that's all I collect
I got the hots like the lox, money, power and respect
And I can damn the check that any of you all niggaz spit
I stay hittin', I ain't bullshittin'
Nigga, wit more glitta, than MJ
It's all pimp play, when it comes to me
And you all motherfuckers know how JD gets down
And those who don't it's a new sheriff in town
Feel me now

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

Yo, let me tell you were I'm at you all shits kinda sad you all
If you ride the buses or trains
Watch ya back you all, who think he stallin'?
I still ain't ballin' and I got wild bills
An' a crowd that keeps callin'
My dogs wanna hang, my bitches wanna bang
But it don't mean a thing when all you got is change
That's why my women ain't dimes
Not even close to nines sorta like fives and sixes
Wit scars and stiches

Type of bitches that spit in your face like Alomar
Broke hoes without a car snatchin' fruit from salad bars
Which one of you all come on, test me now
Me not goin' nowhere, you don't impress me now
So next time you see me up in them clubs
I'm probably scemin' while you at the bar
Brick hard and fiendin'
I wait for 4 o'clock when your drunk ass is leavin'
'Cause I paid to get in and now I gotta pray teethin'

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

Niggas goin' to parties thousand dollar shoes and jewels
You begets what I be wantin' so I be bringin' the tool
Tryin' to snatch up all that ice that you came in
And nigga D be flippin', yeah, money, it's the same shit
What you thought 'cause you bought a joint
You might be able to creep a nigga
When he ain't on point
And I can see it in yo' eyes that you comin' closer than tryin'
And every step you take brings your ass closer to dyin'

And I don't flow wit the doe 'cause money comes and goes
Gimme the love of my thugs, hoodrats and hoes
And I'm good 'cause motherfucker I'm stayin' in the hood
And I'm gon' rip till I'm stiff like wood
You wishin' that you could keep it as real as me
And you gon' know that the pain that you feel is me
When I get ill it be some next shit
Darkman, motherfuckin' X shit
Wreck shit for respect bitch

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

To all my bitches in the spot lookin' real fly
And all my niggas wit the corner locked gettin' high
And all my playas world wide it's just you and I
Getcha paper, getcha doe, getcha shit right here

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Real Hip-Hop - Part Ii - Lyrics - Krs One

Title: Real Hip-Hop - Part Ii
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Sharrief Kariem Bouchet, Stanley Griffith, Tommie Hooks, Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
They not ready
Set it off, South Bronx
Set it off, check it

The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there

It's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo, it's a demo
Steppin' out the Limo, KRS-One, gettin' in you
From the get-go kiddo throw 'em out the window
Flip 'em like a nickel, peep the hottest single
He'll sink them like the SS Minnow

That same kid that rocks the Benz, rocks the Pinto
Watch my signal, I rock the rap game like Nintendo
Hey diddle, diddle, get played now like a fiddle
I watch you wiggle in front of the audience that was fickle

Now, you can't make a nickel, the sour pickle you are
KRS-One, ninety-seven superstar
I got one thing to say and let me make this clear
Everywhere, now, throw your hands in the air

The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop, throw your hands in the air

Yo, been rockin' rooftops, knahmsayin'?
Internet', yaknahmsayin'?
KRS, vandalizin', yaknahmsayin'? With the Mic Vandalz
Boogie Down, Uptown, yaknahmsayin'?
It's dope, check it out

When I ain't doin' a show or bringin' all the money in
Or at the studio, or home studyin'
I'm checkin' out Funkmaster Flex on cassette
As he wrecks turntable sets with many subjects

Huff now that's the Blastmaster connects, the larynx
To a high-tech mic set, you get what you get
Tech and Sway, index of singles is complex
On Technics sets, he wrecks, collects a fee next

While you rejects practice, suffix and prefix
Hip-hop I reads it and mark your album incompleted
I seen it, saw it, back in eighty-five
Platinum rappers, yo that can't rock live
Their mental facilities, lack the ability
For lyric agility battle? You're killin' me

The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is over here
The real hip-hop, throw your hands in the air

The real hip-hop is over there
The real hip-hop is it over here?
The real hip-hop, yo, it's over there
The real hip, now throw your hands in the air

Throw your hands in the air
(Get loose now)
Throw your hands in the air
(Get loose now)
Throw your hands in the air
(Get loose now)

Aiyyo, I'm breakin' in this rap thing, I've been waitin'
Ready for the world, rude like awakening
Homo sapiens, [Incomprehensible] rock every stadium
Scholars and players, here to Las Vegas
Embrace the papers, land of money makers
Brothers hate us 'cause the brothers ain't us

Yo yo, from coast to coast I'ma overdose you and BDP you
And Kris-Kross your mind, wouldn't wanna be you
A Uptown thing, world premier
Throw your hands in the air, baby, it's on

How many MC's wanna get they rep torn?
From Joe to Cage and mics in my juvenile days, I abuse
The mic get lifted, the crowd gets amused
I got next, you lose

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Make The Deal - Lyrics - Ocean Colour Scene

Title: Make The Deal
Artist: Ocean Colour Scene
Composer(s): Steve Cradock, Simon Fowler, Oscar Harrison, Damon Minchella

Lyric:
Time after time you told me it was the truth
Time after time you lied to me through your tooth
How can you sing when everyone writes your song?
You think you pull the strings and I get strung along

Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa
Baa, baa, baa, baa, baa, baa

So cry, won't you cry?
You should have saved that for youth
And does it elevate the stakes
When you try to find the truth?

In the real world, they make real deals
And it hurts your cause and it clips your heels
And I would not hesitate to say that I will not be here again
In the real world
Baa, raa, baa, baa, baa

It's not my way to slap you in the face
When it seems your way to spell dis with a grace
Where are your friends, they're all moving on
Why do you get paid when everyone writes your song?

In the real world but you make the deals
And it hurts some more till you just can't feel
And I would not hesitate to say that I will not be here again
Save the real world for the suits in the cells

Who only think they're free when freedom sells
And I would not hesitate to say that I will not be here again
In the real world, in the real world
Baa, raa, baa, baa, baa, baa, raa, baa, baa, baa

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Dream Team Is In The House, The - Lyrics - L.A. Dream Team

Title: Dream Team Is In The House, The
Artist: L.A. Dream Team
Composer(s): Rufus Perison, Michael Perison

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Lyric:
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house
Ladies and gentlemen in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Ladies and gentlemen
Have you heard?
The Dream Team is back
So spread the word

Well, hit me on the one
And don't delay
'Cuz the Dream Team is here
And gonna make your day

We came here to kill
And this our deal
But the music don't kiss it
Then the fly looks real

We gotta give it what we got
Even get us up wide
And what you need you could jive alive
So without hesitation
You'll see what we're about
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Well, I'm over your radio once again
Pretty Par D, I'm your best friend
Let's take it to the stage
Feel better by the pound
My name is Par D
And I'm gonna throw down

In case you don't know who I be
I go by the name by a snake
But I judge faces to the fact
That I'm proud to be black
Do the best that I can with my fly girl band

So ladies and gentlemen
Boys and girls
Take this funk into your world
Remember make the situation with
Steady concentration

Then you know what we're talking about
But nevertheless, you got the best
The Dream Team is in the house

Yes, they're here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here
The dream is here

Can you say?
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo
Yo baby, yo baby, yo

Join us here, each week my friend
We're sure to make you rock
With me Par D and snake, puppy
Our rhymes will never stop

Fly girls, fly girls and the whole damn crowd
With a simple scream and shout
We want you all to know that
The Dream Team is in the house

Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house
Ladies and gentlemen
The Dream Team is in the house

Everybody in the place before we go
Is for those of you who did and did not know
The Dream Team is here
We're about to make noise til the party ends

For all the fine ladies
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Fresh young guys
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

Now guys and girls
Let me hear you shout
(The Dream Team is in the house)

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Up In Here - Lyrics - Doggy Bag - Lil' Bow Wow

Title: Up In Here
Album: Doggy Bag
Artist: Lil' Bow Wow
Composer(s): Sheppard Daniels, Jermaine Dupri, Bryan Michael Cox

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Lyric:
Yo yo yo
It's crazy you hear that
That's my man Bow Wow
Hey you know it's off the hook when we up in here
So so def let's go

Microphone check one two ain't nobody comin' like I'm comin'
When I come through so get ready I'm the real deal
And you can see what I'm sayin' even if you standin' two blocks away
I'm from the C.O. and I won' stop

I'm only 14 makin' more than yo pops
I'm sayin' you already know what I'm about
If you don't take cover 'cause the dog is out
You can either flee the scene or keep your frown

Better yet find somethn' to do
Till I die down and that ain't happening no time soon
Why?
'Cause I keep gettin' y'all with the boom
It goes back to back we the empire
Get out the way or get burned by the fire
My plans ain't to stay in the racks so run and tell your friends
The phenomenon's back

Up in here
I know you want me, want me baby girl here I am come get me
Up in here
Off the chain and you know that I brought Ohio with me
I'm up in here
Now get loud jump up off in the crowd let me see whatcha all about
Up in here
Now this my world and all I want to do is see you let the dogs out

You thinkin' it's a game
Playboy you gotta be a lil bit more realistic
And state your claim when I say we off the chain
I'm talkin' tigers and dogs, not puppy dogs, they can't run in this game

From Ohio to Lauderdale we keep it crackin'
Like it ain't nothin' but sucona on 22 and gels
And ain't nothin' you can tell 'em, 'cause we the future
And the stakes is high, you get stocks you better sell 'em
Man I'm too legit to quit and in a half a year
I won't be nothin' to lick wit, get it lick wit

Now I'm talkin' diffa denz, Mercedes and Benz
Trips to Sowetos, cuties in Switzerland and I still got flow
You know that lil black boy when I come around
It's like a fashion show wit Lil Bow Wow
Of course you know what I be
T-I-G-A-H and I make em' say ahh when I'm

Up in here
I know you want me, want me baby girl here I am come get me
Up in here
Off the chain and you know that I brought Ohio with me
I'm up in here
Now get loud jump up off in the crowd let me see whatcha all about
Up in here
Now this my world and all I want to do is see you let the dogs out

I'm doin' too much, they call me young Walter Payton
'Cause I come through the line untouched
Then no matter what harm be your pop if the dog lay on it
Is going to the top I den change the game
I get all the girls even Lil Kim screamin' my name
You can fight it, fight it but try not to like it

But you kids'll go crazy if they don't see me I'm
So so def till the end around here
We hit and do it over again, how many y'all can say that?
How many of y'all 14 was sittin' back watchin' paper stack?
It's a known fact that all the greats started this age
I ain't trynna say that' I'm the greatest yet
But I will say I'm goin' down that page

Up in here
I know you want me, want me baby girl here I am come get me
Up in here
Off the chain and you know that I brought Ohio with me
I'm up in here
Now get loud jump up off in the crowd let me see whatcha all about
Up in here
Now this my world and all I want to do is see you let the dogs out

Up in here, yo
Yeah, up in here
Every time man, every trip man
I don't care what it is
Up in here
If I'm up in here then somethin' gon happen
Up in here
That's fo sho man, so so def man and every trip we
Up in here

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World Wide Mob Figgaz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: World Wide Mob Figgaz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tyruss Himes, Johnny Jackson, Tupac Shakur, James Andrew Reigart, Malcolm Greenidge, Mutah Beale, Rufus Cooper

Lyric:
Uhh, world wide mob figgaz
World wide mob figgaz
(O U T L A W Z)
World wide mob figgaz
(For real, for real)
World wide mob figgaz
(Check game little young punks)
World wide mob figgaz
(All you niggaz is jealous cats)

What? Uh, uh
Put your hands up, rich niggaz throw the grands up
And what?
I got a plot to get what's mine in the nine-nine
It's my time mother fucker try to stop me busting nine-nines
Wild ridahs all I see when I open up
Baby girl fucking you now, before I blow up
You know what?
I seen your kind before, high saditty but really like it raw
In the closet like a ridah type of whore by the shore

Not sure, of who to trick on but I'm collectin' these vicks
When I put the dick on her
O U T L A W Z
Fucking with a nigga living destructively
Pump and pee Tuckin' T's up in ?
When I jump on I'm trying to handle my business full grown
Just soft niggaz, it's getting crazy after dark
Where the real thug niggaz see ya are?
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

Nigga duck down buck first, make 'em feel somethin'
Shouldn't start your gun if you ain't kill nuttin'
Now you gotta face the death man got flow heavily armed
Outlawz did that, heavily gone
So we ride with what's left us, the best of us
Plus we wake up with our tech on us
We test yo' nuts in a heartbeat, sleep on the street
Obey the rules of the ones who want beef we'll eat
Y'all niggaz weak in a motherfuckin' way it's so pitiful
I'll leave you mother fuckers critical

We heard the slick shit you said on fucking too short tape
But you only stepped your way into an early wake, early grave
That's what you brave niggaz get for fucking with this
You had your chance to mob first you didn't you missed
Just switched to fake
Napoleon be the mother fucker last nigga with the gat to break
The last of fate, earthquake aftershock, is what you got
Fuckin' with niggaz that give a damn about hip-hop
This how it go in our family
Busting outlawz shit is what we stand for gradually
We world wide mob figgaz

We got niggaz on the front line living it up
(World wide mother fucking mob figgaz)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
(Weed smoking, gun toting, drinking)
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang
(Riding on our mother fucking enemies)

We got homies on the front line living it up
(Y'all know how we do it)
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
(A world wide mob figure)
Ain't nothing but a thug thang

I be the Young N O to the B L E
Last name O U T L A W Z
M A R was for starters, flee the whole cartridge
Your lady blew out the squad and the whole sausage
It's hitting donuts in a six
Sip Coronas when we bendin' the corner, brothers hit
Urban legend, dirty third still reppin'
Still double-S to bum rush your session

I get as dirty as birt, you just a nigga in a skirt
Drinkin' Squirt, punk duck, hit the dirt
Sprint to the church that you got comin'
Outlawz on the ride picture God runnin'
Ain't nuttin' but a thug thang, bust your brains
Pac passed the rock so we tucked the game
Under our belt, we huntin' the wealth, you fuckin' yourself off
Don't you know not to go against the Outlawz

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey watch out man, look out
Known for doin' scandalous deeds, no handlin' me
Hypnotic to drugs it's the straight thug nigga in me
I swoop down and 'cause havoc
My rapid delivery, is automatic lettin' niggaz have it
I've been labeled as a thug nigga
Since they don't sell my shit to white folks
Ship it to the drug dealers

And catch a catch a nigga world wide
A fuckin' mob figga West coast, who-ride
When we rob niggaz money make my squad bigger

But we ain't sell our souls
Bustin' on my enemies, murder my foes
At my shows I'm a nut, lights camera time for action
Now get to clappin' to my cuts, a world wide mob figga

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a niggaz nuts hang

We got homies on the front line living it up
We got ladies in the back street giving it up
Ain't nothing but a thug thang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang
World wide mob figga let me see a nigga nuts hang

Hey yo, get that mother fucker right there
Hey yo, K, pull out man, that mother fucker and blast
Yo Mo, get over there, get over there
Hey yo Malc, get
Bustin' them mother fuckers
Hey bust on them, bust on that nigga
Hey yo Yak, c'mon, Fatal, lets get the fuck outta here
Fuck them niggaz
West Coast nigga, West Coast

World wide mother fucking mob figgaz nigga
We thug life
Nigga know what time it is
Get the fuck out of here
Any day, any day nigga, come on
Hey come the fuck on
We out nigga, westside!
Outlaw ridahs biatch!

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Real Talk (123) - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Real Talk (123)
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Dwayne Murchison, Terrance Lovelace, John David Jackson

Lyric:
On them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

They ain't walkin' the walk, they just talkin' the talk
Some people look at me as the real talk of New York
I ain't like these, niggaz, that be feinin' to front
Like they the first to ever put green in a blunt
Look, I don't be meaning to stunt but I zip down like jeans in the front
In somethin' that you seen and you want

But otherwise I'm cool with it
They say only the ones who never had gon' get and act a fool with it
Everybody's gangsta through the promotion
Even if they raised in a house with a view of the ocean

The bangers is growin' upset 'cause ya' ass is on TV throwin' up sets
And you know you ain't like that but you'll say that you is
Go and rent a bunch a shit and and then say that it's his
You ain't a pimp or you wouldn't go to dinner with groupies
Ain't a baller 'cause you wouldn't put spinners on hoopties, nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

How can niggaz say they be on the other side of the seas
Where the steering wheels are on the other side of the V's
And the homes look like the spot on the other side of the C's
When they ain't never been on the other side of the p's

I can see through 'em, ya tents are too light
Every sentence you write is far from the truth
You wanna be that nigga you are in the booth
But you ain't got the heart, the scars or the proof

And now you flash ya' shirt, tag in our grill
But I'm hearin' you was a dirt bag before the deal
You walk around talkin' how every dime sucked you
When they don't even speak to you, never mind fucked you

Ya' hood sayin' don't come back
Step foot in here and they gon' put you where you won't come back
Dog, how the fuck you gon' have keys in ya' house
When ya' mamma won't even give you keys to the house, loser?

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

Nigga you in the mirror, checkin' what your make ups' lookin' like
Trynna fool the world with a Jacob look-a-like
Jiving like you blow stacks
But ya' car is ten years old homie, ya' drivin' in a throwback

They gon' strip you, have you runnin' naked next
Without security, you like unprotected sex
You ain't never fingered a trigger
All you do is look in the mugshot book and finger a nigga

If real recognize real, you'd be a John Doe
You livin' in a closet but call it a condo
I don't member you as a slinger that was on the bench
Just a little scrub ass ringer in the tournaments

Now they try to blame the fall of hip hop on fans
Nah, I think it's these hip hop con mans
Studio gangstas is played out now
This ain't the eighties, battle raps'll get you layed out, fucka

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3, you don't really wanna fuck with me
Get in the way you could get yourself shot
Fuck the cops, you on my block
Fuckin' with a gangsta nigga

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk

1, 2, 3 and any time that you on them streets
You better keep your hand on them heats
And live what you sayin' on them beats
Real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk, real talk

It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk
It's really really really really real talk

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Old School - Lyrics - Me Against The World - 2pac

Title: Old School
Album: Me Against The World
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, John M Jr Buchanan, Maxwell Dixon, Donald Jerome Tillery, Carsten Schack

Lyric:
Here we go, we gonna send this one out to the old school
All these motherfuckers in the Bronx and Brooklyn and Staten Island
Queens and all the motherfuckers that laid it down the foundation
Ya know what I'm sayin'? Nuttin' but love for the old school
That's who we gonna do this one for, ya feel me?

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

I remember Mr. Magic Flash, Grandmaster Caz
LL raisin', hell but, that didn't last
Eric B. and Rakim was the shit to me
I flip to see a Doug E. Fresh show with Ricky D

And Red Alert was puttin' in work with Chuck Chill
Had my homies on the hill, gettin' ill, when shit was real
Went out to steal, remember Raw with Daddy Kane
When De La Soul was puttin' Potholes in the game

I can't explain how it was, Whodini
Had me puffin' on that Buddha gettin' buzzed, 'cause there I was
Them block parties in the projects and on my block
You diggi don't stop, sippin' on that Private Stock

Through my speaker Queen Latifah and MC Lyte
Listen to Treach, KRS to get me through the night
With T La Rock and Mantronix to Stetsasonic
Remember Push It was the bomb shit, nuttin' like the old school

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Yeah, it ain't nuttin like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

I had, Shell Toes and BVD's
A killer crease inside my Lee's when I hit the streets
I'm playin' skelly, ring to leavey or catch a kiss
Before the homies in my hood learned to smack a bitch

I remember way back, the weak weed they had
Too many seeds in the trey bag
I'm on the train headin' uptown
Freestylin' with some wild kids from Bucktown

Profilin, 'cause the hoochies was starin'
Thinkin' why them niggaz swearin'?
I'm wonderin' if that's her hair, I remember
Stickball, pump the hoochies on the wall
Or takin' leaks on the steps, stinkin' up the hall

Through my childhood, wild as a juvenile
A young nigga tryin' to stay away from Riker's Isle
Me and my homies breakin' nights, tryin' to keep it true
Out on the roof sippin' 90 proof, ain't nuttin' like the old school

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin' like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

Remember poppin' and lockin' to Kurtis Blow the name belts
And Scott La Rock the Super Hoe back in Latin Quarters
When Slick Rick was spittin' La-Di-Da-Di
Gamin' the hoochies at the neighborhood block parties

I remember breakdancin' to Melle Mel
Jekyll and Hyde, LL when he rocks the bells
Forget the TV, about to hit the streets and do graffiti
Be careful don't let the transit cops see me
It ain't nuttin like the old school

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(It ain't nuttin like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(It ain't nuttin like the old school)

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way
(Ain't nuttin like the old school)
What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

What more could I say? I wouldn't be here today
If the old school didn't pave the way

Remember seein' Brooklyn go crazy up in the motherfuckin' party?
Member how fuckers used to go, "Is Brooklyn in the house?"
And motherfuckers would lose they goddamn mind
That's the old school to me, that's what I'm sayin'

I remember goin' places that motherfuckers was scared to say
They was from anywhere but Brooklyn
That shit was the bomb
Back in the motherfuckin' old school nigga

Remember skelly nigga, knockin' niggaz out the box, poppin' boxes?
Member stickball, member niggaz to run that shit like that?
Member the block
Remembers screamin' up at your mom from the window?

The ice cream truck, member all the mother
Member the Italian icey's yo?
Yo, remember the Italian icey's the Spanish niggaz comin' down
With the coconut icey's and shit?

I came through the door, said it before
That was the shit

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The Real Slim Shady - Lyrics - The Marshall Mathers LP - Eminem

Title: The Real Slim Shady
Album: The Marshall Mathers LP
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mike Elizondo, Tom Coster, Marshall Mathers, Andre Young

Lyric:
May I have your attention please?
May I have your attention please?
Will, The Real Slim Shady please stand up?
I repeat will, The Real Slim Shady please stand up?
We're gonna have a problem here

Y'all act like you never seen a white person before
Jaws all on the floor like Pam, like Tommy just burst in the door
And started whoopin' her ass worse than before
They first were divorce, throwin' her over furniture
It's the return of the, "Ah, wait, no way, you're kidding
He didn't just say what I think he did, did he?"
And Dr. Dre said, nothing you idiots
Dr. Dre's dead, he's locked in my basement!
Feminist women love Eminem
Chigga chigga chigga, "Slim shady, I'm sick of him

Look at him, walkin' around grabbin' his you-know-what
Flippin' the you-know-who, yeah, but he's so cute though!"
Yeah, I probably got a couple of screws up in my head loose
But no worse, than what's goin' on in your parents' bedrooms
Sometimes, I wanna get on T.V. and just let loose, but can't
But it's cool for Tom Green to hump a dead moose
"My bum is on your lips, my bum is on your lips
And if I'm lucky, you might just give it a little kiss"
And that's the message that we deliver to little kids
And expect them not to know what a woman's clitoris is

Of course they gonna know what intercourse is
By the time they hit fourth grade
They got the discovery channel don't they?
"We ain't nothing but mammals", well, some of us cannibals
Who cut other people open like cantaloupes
But if we can hump dead animals and antelopes
Then there's no reason that a man and another man can't elope
But if you feel like I feel, I got the antidote
Women wave your pantyhose, sing the chorus and it goes

I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Will Smith don't gotta cuss in his raps to sell his records
Well I do, so fuck him and fuck you too
You think I give a damn about a Grammy?
Half of you critics can't even stomach me, let alone stand me
"But slim, what if you win, wouldn't it be weird?"
Why? So you guys could just lie to get me here?
So you can, sit me here next to Britney Spears?
Shit, Christina Aguilera better switch me chairs
So I can sit next to Carson Daly and Fred Durst
And hear 'em argue over who she gave head to first

You little bitch, put me on blast on M.T.V
"Yeah, he's cute, but I think he's married to Kim, hee-hee!"
I should download her audio on MP3
And show the whole world how you gave Eminem VD
I'm sick of you little girl and boy groups, all you do is annoy me
So I have been sent here to destroy you
And there's a million of us just like me
Who cuss like me, who just don't give a fuck like me
Who dress like me, walk, talk and act like me
And just might be the next best thing but not quite me

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin' you
Things you joke about with your friends inside your living room
The only difference is I got the balls to say it
In front of y'all and I don't gotta be false or sugarcoated at all
I just get on the mic and spit it
And whether you like to admit it, I just shit it
Better than ninety percent of you rappers out can
Then you wonder how can kids eat up these albums like Valiums

It's funny, 'cause at the rate I'm goin when I'm thirty
I'll be the only person in the nursin' home flirting
Pinchin' nurses asses when I'm jackin' off with jergens
And I'm jerkin' but this whole bag of Viagra isn't working
And every single person is a slim shady lurkin'
He could be workin' at Burger King, spittin' on your onion rings
Or in the parkin' lot, circling, screaming, "I don't give a fuck!"
With his windows down and his system up

So, will the real shady please stand up?
And put one of those fingers on each hand up?
And be proud to be outta your mind and outta control
And one more time, loud as you can, how does it go?

I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

'Coz I'm slim shady, yes I'm the real shady
All you other slim shadys are just imitating
So won't The Real Slim Shady please stand up
Please stand up, please stand up?

Ha ha
Guess there's a slim shady in all of us
Fuck it, let's all stand up

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Real Big - Lyrics - Mind of Mannie Fresh - Mannie Fresh

Title: Real Big
Album: Mind of Mannie Fresh
Artist: Mannie Fresh
Composer(s): Byron Thomas

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Lyric:
House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

King of the hood, everything wood
Look like a forest and they're bitchin' I'ma put
Matchin' sofa set, big open deck
Hardwood floors and their decks they connect

From the front to the back, nigga, top that
Six-15's in the motherfucking deck
Push that button, microwave oven
I'm just gettin' started, pimp, you ain't seen nothin'

Is that a fish tank burrowed in the mid of the dash?
Yeah, pimp' but don't put your fingers on my glass
Got a two lane bowlin' alley up in the truck
And on the other side of bed that she wanted a fuck

Clap off lights when you gettin' affection
Clap on lights when you findin' protection
Now where in the wide wide world of gator
Can you find another truck with a push elevator?

House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

Here I come so, so ride, right on
In the shoe so, so white, dynamite
Hey, ya'll peep the outfit
Wait a minute, hold up, it's just a bit dick
Back up, workin with a monstah

Now everybody knows who got shiness clothes
And everybody knows who got the baddest hoes
And white boys go, "Wow, he's my idol", rad
And black boys say, "Dude, holdin' the title"

As the king of the South, workin' in and out
And the niggas still pimp, white teed up in his mouth
I'm the truth from the roots, shorty what you wanna see
I ain't gotta get money man, money get me

Yeah, pimpin' stay blindin', bling
Keep a Steve Harvey linin', edge it up
And, I'm a leather reclinin', lay back
Put the music alpinin', turn it up

House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

Move hoe, I ain't playin'
Landin' in the projects in a big jet plane, rollout
In a old lame Chevy van, where's your baby
Momma cussin', nigga 'cuz I can't

Now, dude on the real, you bitch jocka stunna grill
Now, dude on the real, you bitch jocka stunna grill
The clown puttin' it down, yall' swing my nuts
So all yo niggas how to do donuts

Round and round and round, stop stop
This is the part where I give my phone number
To all the girls thats hot, dial 9-7-6, that outside dick
Or 8-7-4, deep down in your throat

Have you ever seen a bitch trans truck like that?
Now have you ever seen a big bitch butt like that?
Pah' dunka-dunk all out of her pants
With a bow legged cowboys dance, yeehaw

House real big, cars real big
Dick real big, everything real big
Rims real big, pockets real big
Rings real big, let me tell you how I live

Like that, buy that, 24's ride that
Ladies, gentlemen, gangstas, pimps
Bitches, hoes, stunnas, shinahs
I'm rich, bitch, I'm a fucking big tyma

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Best Of Both Worlds - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Best Of Both Worlds
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Robert Hirst, James Moginie

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Lyric:
You say times are tough
We've got the best of both worlds here
Things are rough
We've got the best of both worlds here
Times are tough
We've got the best of both worlds

You say times are tough
We've got the best of both worlds here
And I know things are rough
We've got the best of both worlds here
Times are tough
We've got the best of both worlds

The real world is not as calm as it appears to be from here
The real world is not as calm as it appears to be from here
The old world is not as safe with the new world closing in
The great south land can be as great as the one it could have been
The one it could have been, the one it could have been

The real world is not as calm as it appears to be from here
The small world is not as safe and the testing time is near
The old world is not as calm with the new world closing in
The great south land can be as great as the one it could have been
The one it could have been, the one it could have been
The one it could have been

You say times are tough
We've got the best of both worlds here
Things are rough
We've got the best of both worlds here
Times are tough
We've got the best of both worlds
And I know things are rough
We've got the best of both worlds

We've got the best of both worlds here
We've got the best of both worlds
The best of both worlds here
We've got, we've got the best, we've got the best
We've got the best of both worlds, oh yeah

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Dog River Blues - Lyrics - Here In The Real World - Alan Jackson

Title: Dog River Blues
Album: Here In The Real World
Artist: Alan Jackson
Composer(s): Alan Eugene Jackson

Lyric:
Well, I first kissed you on a hollow log
Down by the river they call the Dog
We fell in love and we wowed that day
Like the flow of the river our love won't change

Well, we married that spring and we built a house
On the banks of the river where the rock juts out
Now the river's still here but you're long gone
You left me and the river here all alone

I got the Dog River blues
I've walked holes in both my shoes
Now I still got the river but I ain't got you
I got the Dog River blues

Well, the rain came down and the river rose up
Filled up the cab on my pickup truck
It came in the house and down the hall
And washed your picture right off the wall

I got the Dog River blues
I've walked holes in both my shoes
Now I still got the river but I ain't got you
I got the Dog River blues

Well, my heart still yearns and the river still rolls
I pray someday it'll bring you home
So if you change your mind honey I'll be here
Waiting on the banks of that ol' Dog River

I got the Dog River blues
I've walked holes in both my shoes
Now I still got the river but I ain't got you
I got the Dog River blues

I got the Dog River blues
I've walked holes in both my shoes
Now I still got the river but I ain't got you
I got the Dog River blues
Oh, I still got the river but I ain't got you
I got the Dog River blues

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Let'S Toast - Lyrics - Az

Title: Let'S Toast
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Anthony Cruz, Mohogan

Lyric:
I wanna toast, on behalf of y'all
'Cause the more we get, the more we takin'
From other people, baby
Brooklyn

Here's a toast to all the dons, dope fiends and hoes
Long cons, diamond rings and the kings that blow
To all the killas and the hustlas, some seem, some low
What the deal daddy, it's all good, get that dough

'Cause a y'all, I praise clothes, jewels and cars
Paid dues, been schooled but can't remove the scars
Boxed in, it's my life now, part of the game
On the streets with the hustlas, who hustle the same

Some of vein, let's toast to all the guns and the gangs
All the wheelchair victims and the one's with the chains
I'm numb to the pain, it's realness that runs through the vein
Becomin' sane, so many throwin' slumb in the game

So let us toast to the ones in memory of
All the jams we remember we love
We remember we thugs, Crips and Bloods
Latin Kings, Five Per centers, thieves and pimps because

Whatever makes the world go 'round, we down
And we'll react as this world go 'round, we lounge
So raise your cups to the real dogs that raised the pups
And all the young chicks finally at that age to fuck

The razor cuts, gun wounds that laid us up
From the beef and all the street sweaps that made us rough
Made some suck, some wasn't made to trust
Still I toast to the east coast, the stage is us

Throw it up for the niggas, that could, hold it up
Fold it up, if it's fast money, slow it up
The streets need it, it's gangsta when the beats get pleaded
Sleep, eat and breath it, it's the life, love it or leave it

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

So from the streets where the hustlin' brought us to life
From the beef and all the scufflin' that thought us to fight
The poisonous bikes, police gun wars in the night
The whores in the night, fiends up four in the night

Gave us new style, but some just became too foul
Now it's two-thou', year two-thou'
So I toast to the live that know they broke
Cookin' bag they own work and know they coke

Roll they smoke, the underworld that know they lock
It's the life when you catch strikes and hold no notes
Nothin' to lose for some that's all out for game
Fued in school, show us all out in vein

First chips niggas, get, out comes the chain
That's it, soon his name be, out the game
It's the life, it's like dice, some win, some lose
We pay the price but it's the life that the real ones choose

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

To the playas and the hustlas, pimps and kings
Rich niggas sittin' on mils with ice in their rings
To the bitches and the real hoes, let's raise a toast
Show love, who could take paper the most

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Smart Patrol, Mr Dna - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Devo

Title: Smart Patrol, Mr Dna
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Mothersbaugh, Gerald Casale

Lyric:
He's been with the world
I?m tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
Wanna end this prophylactic tour

Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
Think I?m only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato

He's been with the world
I?m tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
I wanna end this prophylactic tour

Afraid nobody around here
Understands my potato
I think I?m only a spudboy
Looking for a real tomato

He's been with the world
And I?m tired of the soup du jour
He's been with the world
I wanna end this prophylactic tour

Afraid nobody around here
Comprehends my potato
Guess I?m just a spudboy
Looking for that real tomato

Smart Patrol, nowhere to go
Suburban robots that monitor reality
Common stock, we work around the clock
We shove the poles in the hole

We're Smart Patrol, nowhere to go
Suburban robots that monitor reality
Common stock, we work around the clock
We shove the poles in the hole

We're Smart Patrol, nowhere to go
Suburban robots that monitor reality
Common stock, we work around the clock
We shove the poles in the hole, shove it

We're Smart Patrol, nowhere to go
Suburban robots that monitor reality
Common stock, we work around the clock
We shove the poles in the hole

Wait a minute, something's wrong
He's the man from the past
He's here to do us a favor
A little human sacrifice
It's just supply and demand

Mr. Kamikazi, Mr. DNA
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. DNA, Mr. Kamikazi
Here to spread some genes

Mr. Kamikazi, Mr. DNA
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. DNA, Mr. Kamikazi
Here to spread some genes now

Mr. Kamikazi, Mr. DNA
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. DNA, Mr. Kamikazi
He's here to spread some

Wait a minute, something's wrong
He's a man with a plan
His finger's pointed at Devo
Now we must sacrifice ourselves
That many others may live
Okay, we've got a lot to give

This monkey wants a word with you

Mr. Kamikazi, Mr. DNA
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. DNA, Mr. Kamikazi
Here to spread some genes now

Mr. Kamikazi, Mr. DNA
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. DNA, Mr. Kamikazi
Here to spread some genes

Mr. Kamikazi, Mr. DNA
He's an altruistic pervert
Mr. DNA, Mr. Kamikazi
Here to spread some genes

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