Hold Back The Night - Lyrics - Giant

Title: Hold Back The Night
Artist: Giant
Composer(s): A Pasqua, David Huff, Mark Spiro

Lyric:
I've been looking for an answer in the sky
Can you hear me? 'Cos I need a reason why
I think I'm in trouble with my heart out on my sleeve
So I'm calling 'cos I need her as I live and breathe
Don't let the sun go down 'cos tomorrow she'll be gone

Give me one more day and I'll make her stay
Hold back the night
If you're really there and you hear my prayer
Hold back the night
Hold back the night, oh the night

Every minute, it gets closer to goodbye
Can't you give me oh just a few more hours to change her mind
Don't let tomorrow in 'cos I just can't face it alone

Give me one more day and I'll make her stay
Hold back the night
If you're really there and you hear my prayer
Hold back the night

I watch the light fading to black
I'm counting on you to build me a bridge so I can bring her back
Don't let the sun go down 'cos tomorrow she will be gone

Give me one more day and I'll make her stay
Hold back the night
If you're really there and you hear my prayer
Hold back the night

One more day, make her stay
Hold back the night
If you're really there and you hear my prayer
Hold back the night

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Hold Back The Night - Lyrics - Sinead Oconnor

Title: Hold Back The Night
Artist: Sinead Oconnor
Composer(s): Robert Hodgens

Lyric:
I want to walk
Into the light
Day has turned cold
Hold back the night
What will become
Of you and I
We had a dream
Don't let it die
Just hold back the night

Do you wanna be, wanna be
My dying day
My darkest hour
My overdose
'Cause that's what you'll be
Just hold back the night

There was a time
I know you'll agree
We saw it all
A glorious sight
Everyone's burned
Everything's gone
What we were then
Now we are not
So hold back the night

Do you wanna be, wanna be
My dying day
My darkest hour
My overdose
'Cause that's what you'll be
Just hold back the night

'Cause that's what you'll be
Just hold back the night

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O - The Adolescent Night - Lyrics - Squad Five

Title: O - The Adolescent Night
Artist: Squad Five
Composer(s): Jeff Fortson, John Fortson, Kristopher Klein

Lyric:
And it was '93 back in mid July
When we both tumbled to the ground
Just a boy and a girl growing up in a southern town

Standing in your arms out on the doorstep
We were just kids but I could never forget
The sound of your voice and the fire in your eye
When we crossed our hearts and we hoped to die

You were just a kid and I was only seventeen
But we swore, we'd always be together
Don't let go of the adolescent night

Lying on our backs, we were young and so naive
We swore, we'd stay that way forever
Don't let go of the adolescent night

We were killing time as the years went by
Two lovers with a restless heart
We both took those vows
That they were never gonna tear us apart

Moved into a house down on the corner
All grown up though we never wanted to
But we never forgot that night
When we crossed our hearts and we hoped to die

You were just a kid and I was only seventeen
But we swore, we'd always be together
Don't let go of the adolescent night

Lying on our backs, we were young and so naive
We swore, we'd stay that way forever
Don't let go of the adolescent

Standing in your arms out on the doorstep
We were just kids but I could never forget
And I swear I never will

You were just a kid and I was only seventeen
But we swore, we'd always be together
Don't let go of the adolescent night

Lying on our backs, we were young and so naive
We swore, we'd stay that way forever
Don't let go of the adolescent night

The adolescent night
The adolescent night
The adolescent night

So hold on
So hold on
So hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)

So hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
So hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
So hold on
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)

The adolescent night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
The adolescent night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
The adolescent night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)

The adolescent night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)
The adolescent night
(Hold on, hold on, hold on)

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Luxurious (Remix) - Lyrics - Gwen Stefani

Title: Luxurious (Remix)
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, Tony Kanal, O'Kelly Isley, Gwen Stefani, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
(C'est pas possible cet amour
C'est incroyable
Tu me fais transpirer
C'est parfait)

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

Champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury
I only wanna fly first-class desires, you're my limousine
So elegant the way we ride, our passion it just multiplies
There's platinum lightning in the sky
Look I'm livin' like a queen

This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton

We're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

You know you are my treasure chest
It's pure perfection when we kiss and
You're my Mr., I'm your Miss
Gonna be until we're old

This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

Cha-ching, cha-ching
We're loaded and we're not gonna blow it
Cha-ching, cha-ching
We're hooked up with the love ?cause we grow it

Cha-ching, cha-ching
We got hydroponic love and we're smokin'
Cha-ching, cha-ching
We burn it, you and I, we are so lit

We're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

(T'es si jolie c'est pas possible
C'est jamais assez
C'est jamais assez pour me faire plein
Toutes les choses
Tu me fais sentir
C'est parfait, je suis plein avec toi
Je suis plein)

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Luxurious - Lyrics - Love, Angel, Music, Baby - Gwen Stefani

Title: Luxurious
Album: Love, Angel, Music, Baby
Artist: Gwen Stefani
Composer(s): Christopher H Jasper, Tony Kanal, O'Kelly Isley, Gwen Stefani, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
(C'est pas possible cet amour
C'est incroyable
Tu me fais transpirer
C'est parfait)

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

Champagne kisses, hold me in your lap of luxury
I only wanna fly first-class desires, you're my limousine
So elegant the way we ride, our passion it just multiplies
There's platinum lightning in the sky
Look I'm livin' like a queen

This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton

We're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

You know you are my treasure chest
It's pure perfection when we kiss and
You're my Mr., I'm your Miss
Gonna be until we're old

This kind of love is getting expensive
We know how to live, baby
We're luxurious like Egyptian cotton

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

Cha-ching, cha-ching
We're loaded and we're not gonna blow it
Cha-ching, cha-ching
We're hooked up with the love ?cause we grow it

Cha-ching, cha-ching
We got hydroponic love and we're smokin'
Cha-ching, cha-ching
We burn it, you and I, we are so lit

We're so rich in love, we're rollin' in cashmere
Got it in fifth gear, baby
Diamond in the rough is lookin' so sparkly

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
Trying so hard, saving up the paper
Now we get to lay back

Working so hard, every night and day
And now we get the pay back
The pay back, the pay back

(T'es si jolie c'est pas possible
C'est jamais assez
C'est jamais assez pour me faire plein
Toutes les choses
Tu me fais sentir
C'est parfait, je suis plein avec toi
Je suis plein)

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Late Night Creepin - Lyrics - Trill - Bun B

Title: Late Night Creepin
Album: Trill
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Rob Aston, Travis Barker, Bernard James Freeman

Lyric:
'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Every time that it's time to flip

You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin'

In the late night, that's W, that's W
That's when real G's come out on the creep

I got my two 4-5's and they loaded and locked
Keep 'em both on cock for I step on the block
It's the grave yard shit 'cause we out on the grind
And we don't care about time 'cause it's money on mind

We the first ones out tryin' to get us some bread
We ain't worried 'bout sleep, fuck goin' to bed
We the last ones to leave after hittin' them stangs
Take it back to the boulevard with four's on swang

I do my thing and you can't tell me different
Cross the wrong line and your body might skip it
I'm programmed automatic with this G shit
And that go for every other cat you see me with

Glock turned on with the burn on the hip
I'm blowin' on the deuce by the candy painted whip
I'ma grip my grain and cock my gun
And show these mother fuckers how it's done
When you're late night creepin'

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Every time that it's time to flip

You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin'

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Every time that it's time to flip

You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin'

In the late night better get your face right
Everything sells, bitches to the bass pipe
I seen it all eyes redder than a brake light
Blood shot 20 20 through the guage sight

I'm in a gold lac bought it all from sold sacks
I ain't braggin' homie, these are just the cold facts
We known to hold gats and nobody hold back
Fuck a cheap shot I'll take out your whole back

So bring your whole pack better bring an extra clip
Ain't nobody walk away 'cause ain't nobody give a shit
Bitch I'm livin' and I love it it's beautiful
Somethin' like the smell of crap
When I'm watchin' your noodle blow

We famous pharmisuticals and breakin' the bits
We blazin' two up in the cuticals to breakin' the bread
Don't give a shit you never heard of us
We known among the murderous
For toatin' heavy metal push the good shit, pour the purple up

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Every time that it's time to flip

You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin'

You can find me rollin' through the hood, leanin in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin'

'Cause we don't come out till after dark
With nothing less than 28 grams of spark
And nothing less than 16 ounces of sip
Every time that it's time to flip

You can find me rollin' through the hood leanin' in the lac'
With a woman on the front and a fifth in the back
Haters on the prowl on the one time peepin'
We don't give a fuck, we just late night creepin'

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Lo - Evening News - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - Evening News
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Christopher E Martin, Johnny Dankworth, Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
And now, the night time

Late in the evening, there is the thieving and the trickin'
And the trappin' and they ain't actin'
We make it happen, we'll get the guns on anyone's
And get to clappin' even for rappin'

Does it surprise ya? We'll readjust
And reconcile and recognize up that I'm a writer
Oh yes I write up, now open wide
And let me put the night inside ya

This is music usually confused with major motion picture
No one is stricter about it being status for scripture
No put on your gut is goin', you're wearin' what don't fit ya
You better run little one, 'cause the rhythm's gonna getcha

And when it hits ya, it usually hits somebody with ya
Make 'em risk a total eclipse of sun to get richer
Baby, a little time and something fine that'll fix ya
With shield love you forgot to remember to miss the

The nightlife, the dark side of the city
Gon' be on 24 inches, and be defenseless
The nightlife, the dark side of my heart
Where no one really knows you and no one supposed you

The nightlife, the dark side of my soul
Where if somebody crossed you, kill 'em up off you
The nightlife, the dark side of the moon
Where the sun is scared to come, give me some

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

I'll be your lady, farewell the friend
I'll be honest and I'll pretend
I'll act like I love ya, I'll act like I love ya
You gotta listen to me now

Give me some now

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful

I've been runnin' since rock box, I've cocked locks
And locked blocks, and rocked rocks, and dropped tops
The obviously odd, five foot six inch guard in the flesh
I've been the best, I'll get in your chest and in the mess

In your vest and out your back without even getting out the 'llac
I lied about how I really handled that situation about the AK
I'll hit back if your lead was the only collateral you got I'll get back
Now get flat, say a prayer 'cause shorty want this s*** back, sit back

This chit-chat is pitch black but you can still see what I'm sayin'
And heavy is how I weigh in, niggaz love singin' sad songs
About how bad they want to stay in, either hold out on basketball playin'
Or make use of some yay' then

Lord shooo feel good to me, I promise, I promise
Not to ever, ever leave this night life alone
This me, me too, this me and me three
Have mercy

Take me where the darkness is still beautiful
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna go, wanna go, wanna go
Wanna know, wanna go, wanna go

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha

Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
The night is gonna getcha, hey it's gonna getcha
Give me the night
The night is gonna getcha, ahh it's gonna getcha
It's gonna getcha

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My Baby'S Gone - Lyrics - Glen Campbell

Title: My Baby'S Gone
Artist: Glen Campbell
Composer(s): Hazel Marie Houser

Lyric:
Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still
Don't let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill
Dry all the raindrops then hold back the sun
My world has ended, my baby's gone

The milkman whistles softly as he comes up to my door
The mailman brings a letter just like he did before
They seem so busy all day long as though there's nothing wrong
Don't they know the world has ended, my baby's gone

Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still
Don't let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill
Dry all the raindrops then hold back the sun
My world has ended, my baby's gone

I wake up sometimes in the night and realize you're gone
And then I toss upon my bed and wait for day to come
I tried to tell my lonely heart it must go on alone
But it cries the world has ended, my baby's gone

Hold back the rushing minutes, make the wind lie still
Don't let the moonlight shine across the lonely hill
Dry all the raindrops then hold back the sun
My world has ended, my baby's gone

My world has ended, my baby's gone

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Hold Down The Fort - Lyrics - Juvenile Hell - Mobb Deep

Title: Hold Down The Fort
Album: Juvenile Hell
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson

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Lyric:
Yeah, we gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort, check it

Nineteen-ninety motherfuckin' three, right?
What's your new year's resolution motherfucker?
Check this out, we gotta hold down the block
Word is bond kid, uh, aight

Beef on the block, who is he?
Set it Dunn, me and my automatic likes to get busy
Ghetto representer, there ain't no motherfucker better
While you be catchin' feelings like a love letter

I gotta hold down my fort and won't lose
Nigga die because I got the tec 9 blues
Bulletproof polo, I'm goin' out solo
Whoever wanna come better step like they know

'Cuz I'ma survive, more rougher than a certified
Around the way, parlay and get high
My mega blast will last in days to pass
Niggaz shoot, too fast, to pull out your gun last

That's why I like to spark first and shoot your
Bitch ass down your next ride will be a fuckin' hearse
'Cause little niggaz don't die son
Half step and get that ass lit up like a flare gun

Cops they want static, whatever they can have it
My name is prodigy and I'm known to cause havoc
And when I flip I be on some ill shit
I walk the street, like a real super trooper

The block shit proper, who once got had
Mad beef with the dread who sold me that dirt bag
Mad props to the bad little niggaz in the neighborhood
Long live the short, gotta hold down the fort

Gotta hold down the fort
Gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
We gotta hold down the fort
You gotta hold down the fort
So hold me down son, hold me down
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)

Yeah, how we go son, pull out the motherfuckin' M1
Straight from the 'bridge so you know where I'm from
The little, project nigga, I gets no bigga
Yo, my crew is buck so mother fuck how you figure

Step the fuck back, nigga, attack with the mack
'Cause word is bond it's on
Shit is real around the way so sit back and take notes
Dead you on your coat, then cut your motherfuckin' throat

Takin' life like a thief in the motherfuckin' night
While I write write, you bite bite bite
Niggaz wanna step to my business
But I just parlay and sip on my Guinness

'Cause I'm the ripper, Mr. Flip the scripture
Niggaz can't fuck with the flow of a real lil nigga
I wreck shop, in fact, get the mac, this is real
Shit is real, how the fuck you figure, nigga nil

So son hold me down while I pull out the glock
Gotta hold down the block, that's word to my pops
So once again it's on, light up the charm
Time to drop the bomb, word is bond

We gotta hold down the block
Hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block
We gotta hold down the block

Yo son he pumpin' over here Dunn?
I know he ain't pumpin' over here yo
Yo, word is bond yo son peep
He comin' over let's bring it to him

What, what? What what what, what?
Who the fuck are you?
Man fuck that, what?

Hold down the block
Yeah what up now?
What what, what what?
What up now?
Hold down the block

To all the niggaz that's live or real
You gotta hold down your block, cock back the glock
Fuck the cops, 'cause your neighborhood chores
If they beef, make 'em bleed on the project floors

I get my kicks from loadin' up gun clips
Don't fuck with suburb chicks, I need a gangsta bitch
Don't need a crew, I can bust you down solo fast
And after that, dip into the weed stash

I'm quick to blast, enemies won't last the fate
I kill 'em fast so they can't retaliate
'Cause when I'm not alive who'd takes my place
To hold down the fort, we move on

My man got my back
I'm ready to go at anybody, who think they John Gotti
Peace to Manny C, good lookin' out B
I'm hell bound, got my block locked down

We gotta pull out the glock
Gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock

We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock

We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
We gotta pull out the glock
Check it, yeah, call that nigga

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From The Back - Lyrics - Color Me Badd

Title: From The Back
Artist: Color Me Badd
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

Lyric:
Oh, ah
Oh, yeah, CMB, Once again it's on folks
Ah yeah, Sexual, exoticness
One time for your mind
Two times for your soul
And this is J.B. ha, ha,ha
Come on, it's like, Come on it's like
Yeah! let'em know

You're all alone
I bet you're thinking to yourself
Why your thighs
Are sitting there by themselves
You're the kind of girl
To call me up and over coming fly
And it don't intimidate me
Your body is so slamming
Girl I can't grab control
'Cause I'll be grabbing everything soft. Ooh
It's just so nice to kick it with someone who's sexuality
Says nothing but can I get you off
And I said

Any day an night, anywhere is right, back of my jeep
When I get you from the back, baby (back baby, yeah!)
There's more cushion for the pushin' from the back
If I get you back tonight
If I get ya' back tonight
I wanna' make you come faster, faster
I wanna' ride you to, here and after
From the back

Yo, ho ho ho (on the real deal)
I think it's time for you and me to make love, (yeah, it's about that time)
Wild and wet fantasy
When were playing doctor baby I'll be Mister Freaky M.D
I'll get your free full body examination, like the way the doctor suppose to be
'Cause' baby you've got somethin'- somethin' so right (oh ya!)
I can get so-oh, into you
Pretty back, back, front of me
You better grab, grab, hold on to me
Hold on to something to tight
'Cause' I am about to give you something right

You say you're just thinking about it
How it makes you loose control (loose it baby, loose it baby)
But pretty soon you'll be sittin' wet in your seat
Hey baby that's OK, I'll just come over and see (come on, come on)
Soak it up, soak it up, sponge it up
You can take a mike check on me. (yeah, baby)

Any day an night, anywhere is right, back of my jeep
When I get you from the back, baby (back baby, yeah!)
There's more cushion for the pushin' from the back
If I get you back tonight
If I get ya' back tonight
I wanna' make you come faster, faster
I wanna' ride you to, here and after
From the back

Any day an night, anywhere is right, back of my jeep
When I get you from the back, baby (back baby, yeah!)
There's more cushion for the pushin' from the back
If I get you back tonight
If I get ya' back tonight
I wanna' make you come faster, faster
I wanna' ride you to, here and after
From the back

Oh, no no no damn
Girl, yes, give me all baby (all night long)
I wanna' love you from the back, baby
I just want you to be you

Any day an night, anywhere is right, back of my jeep
When I get you from the back, baby (back baby, yeah!)
There's more cushion for the pushin' from the back
If I get you back tonight
If I get ya' back tonight
I wanna' make you come faster, faster
I wanna' ride you to, here and after
From the back

Said I wanna' get you off
I wanna' make you come, here and after (oh )
Love you in the morning
Love you in the night
Make you funk, funk, back, back
Feels so right
Yes

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Don'T Hold Back - Lyrics - The Sleeping

Title: Don'T Hold Back
Artist: The Sleeping
Composer(s): Cameron Keym, Salvatore Mignano, Douglas Michael Robinson, Joseph Philip Zizzo

Lyric:
Open now let me see the way you work it
Let me see you work it

Just lay down
You've got me right here where I need it
I'll hold out just as long as you
Don't worry, don't worry, we are
We're weak in the knees and I can't take this

Heat stroke, our burning bodies melt away
Just work it, just work it, I've been
I've been waiting, I've been waiting
I've been craving away, I need this

I will hold out just as long as you
Tonight is the night we sink wishes deep into our skin

Don't hold back, hold nothing back tonight
Oh, we'll let it take control fusing you to me
Don't hold back, hold nothing back tonight
Oh, we'll let it take control fusing you to me, oh yeah

Are you nervous?
Spending your days away in space
Thicker than air, than air
We've been waiting, we've been waiting
We've been craving away we need this

I'll hold out just as long as you
Tonight is the night we examine ourselves tip to tip

Don't hold back, hold nothing back tonight
Oh, we'll let it take control fusing you to me
Don't hold back, hold nothing back tonight
Oh, we'll let it take control fusing you to me, stop

Work, just let this work
Just let it take control fusing you to me
Oh, just let it take control fusing you to me
Just let it take control fusing you to me
Just let it take control fusing you to me

Don't hold back, hold nothing back tonight
Oh, we'll let it take control fusing you to me
Don't hold back, hold nothing back tonight
Tonight, we'll let it take control fusing you to me

Open now let me see the way you work it
Come on and take control right now, now, now, now

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Ain'T Even Done With The Night - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Ain'T Even Done With The Night
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Well, our hearts beat like thunder
I don't know why they don't explode
You got your hands in my back pockets
And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio

You say that, I'm the boy
Who can make it all come true
Well, I'm tellin' you that I don't know
If I know what to do

You say, that's all right, hold tight
That I don't even know if I'm doin' this right
Well all right, hold tight
We can stay out all day, we can run around all night
Well, all night, all night
Well, it's time to go home and I ain't even done with the night

Well, I don't know no good come-ons
And I don't know no cool lines
I feel the heat of your frustration
I know it's burnin' you up deep down inside

You say that, I'm the boy
Who can make it all come true
Well, I'm tellin' you that I don't know
If I know what to do

You say, that's all right, hold tight
Well, I don't even know if I'm doin' this right
Well, all right, hold tight
We can stay out all day, we can run around all night
Well, all night, all night
Well, it's time to go home and I ain't even done with the night

Ain't even done with the night, hold tight
Well, I don't even know if I'm doin' this right
Well, all right, hold tight
We can stay out all day or we can run around all night
Well, all night, all night
Well, it's time to go home and I ain't even done with the night

No, I ain't even done with the night
No, no, ain't even done with the night
No, I ain't even done with the night
No, no, ain't even, ain't even done with the night
No, no, ain't even done with the night
No, I ain't even done with the night

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Love Me [Dvd] [Live] - Lyrics - The New Breed - 50 Cent

Title: Love Me [Dvd] [Live]
Album: The New Breed
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Steve King, Obie Trice, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
You don't see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, I'm still grinding, I still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights
Only the light's lime and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more

An' I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoe's feel this
And I can't let y'all derail me, man
I got Young Kobe homey, you gotta let go off Obie

'Cause Obie be back, we got them craps going on
And that yak going on, soon as a nigga touch down, back from town
It's forever, put that on the cheddar, man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Iovine time

Chase cheese, rhyme 'til my voice give out
This is it my niggas, this what we boast about
Now I'm here, so shut your motherfucking mouth
And show me love, bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night

There's a certain mystique when I speak that you notice
That's sort of unique 'cause you know it's me
My poetry's deep and I'm stillmatic, the way I flow to this beat
You can't sit still, it's like trying to smoke crack and go to sleep

I'm strapped, it's known any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped
I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry, it ain't even money

You can't pay me enough for you to play me
It's cockamamie you just ain't zany enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clock's coo-coo
I got screws loose, yea the whole kitten caboodle, I'm just brutal

It's no rumor, I'm numero uno, assume it
There's no humor in it, no more you know
I'm rolling with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me, bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the flow, it's 'bout the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd love me too, I roll like a boss
Nine Eleven Porsche same color as cranberry sauce

I ain't gon' front, I thought R. Kelly was the shit
Let me find out he fucking 'round with Bow Wow bitch
Niggas eating popcorn right, rewinding the tape
Now shorty mama in the precinct, hollering rape

I'm convinced, man, something really wrong with these hoe's
I thought Lil' Kim was hot 'til she start fucking with her nose
I used to listen to Lauryn Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD, it didn't have no beats

That boy D'Angelo, he determined not to fail
That nigga went butt-ass, for his record to sell
My back shots'll help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charli B'More to deep throat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night
I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morn, hold you through the night

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How Did He Love You - Lyrics - After 7

Title: How Did He Love You
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Jonathan Buck

Lyric:
Wake up in the morning to our song
It's torture 'cause I left the radio on
Don't wanna turn it off reminiscing about you
I guess I'm gonna leave the damn thing on
'Cause it's sitting across the room

I've gotta spend my days working hard
To come home to myself
Trying to get you out of my mind, oh girl

Thinking of the things we used to do
I try to compensate for you
But nothing seems to work
Baby, can I ask you

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

Just thinking about the way that we made love
Just layin' all day and squeezin' each other tight, yea
I miss those days, oh baby, would you bring them back
It's not right for me tonight, baby

How does it feel to know
You hurt someone so bad, now baby
How do you live with yourself, oh girl

You're probably out there
Having fun with your other man
Well I don't give a damn, baby
Come back to me, girl

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

I don't give a damn where you are, oh, girl
Baby, come back home to your man
Home to your love, I must be a fool, girl, oh

I don't understand why you left, no
Please justify your reason then come back
Please come back

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?
Does he do it, do it
Like we did it back at home
At home, at home?

How did he love you?
Does he want you?
Does he wake up in the night
Just to stare at you asleep?

Does he hold you?
Does he flaunt you?

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Love Me - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Love Me
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Curtis Jackson, Marshall Mathers, Steve King, Obie Trice, Luis Edgardo Resto

Lyric:
You don't see me in the hood
It's 'cause I'm doing this man

Niggas, I'm still grinding
(Yeah)
I'm still hearing those sirens
I'm still getting chased by those lights

Only the light's mine and my mic's on
And my time is none because I'm writing more
And I ain't here to meet a soul in this business
I'm here to eat, speak until these hoes feel this
(For sure)

And I can't let y'all derail me man
I got young Kobe, homie, you gotta let go of Obie
'Cause Obie be back
(Ain't goin' nowhere man)

We got them craps going on and that yak going on
Soon as a nigga touch down back from tourin'
It's whateva, put that on the chedda man
But in the meantime, it's Jimmy Lovine time

Chase cheese, rhyme till my voice give out
This is it my nigga, this what we boast about
Now I'm here so shut your motherfuckin' mouth
And show me love bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(I don't love you bitch)
I wanna hold you in the morning
(Ha)
Hold you through the night
(Ha ha ha)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
(We wanna love alcohol, we wanna love guns)
I wanna hold you in the morning
(We wanna love money)
Hold you through the night
(Ha, we don't wanna love bitches though)

There's a certain mystique when I speak
That you notice that's sorta unique
'Cause you know it's me, my poetry's deep
And I'm still matic the way I flow to this beat

You can't sit still, it's like tryin' to smoke crack
And go to sleep, I'm strapped
Just knowing any minute I could snap
I'm the equivalent of what would happen if Bush rapped

I bully these rappers so bad lyrically
It ain't even funny, I ain't even hungry
It ain't even money, you can't pay me enough
For you to play me, it's cockamamie

You just ain't Zane enough to rock with Shady
My noodle is cock-a-doodle, my clocks cuckoo
I got screws loose, yeah, the whole 'Kit and Kaboodle'
I'm just brutal, it's no rumor, I'm numero-uno, assume it

There's no humor in it no more, you know
I'm rollin' with a swollen bowling ball in my bag
You need a fag to come and tear a new hole in my ass
You better love me bitch

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night
(And all the bitches say)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
Hold you through the night

My buzz is crazy in the hood, they holla my name
If it ain't about the flow
It's about the stones and the chain
If I was you, I'd love me too

I roll like a bus, 9-11 pulse same color as cranberry sauce
I ain't gonna front, I thought R-Kelly was tha shit
Then we find out he fucking round with bow wow bitch
Niggas eatin' popcorn, right, rewinding the tape

Now shorty momma in the precinct hollerin' rape
I'm convinced man something really wrong with these hoes
I thought Lil' Kim was hot then she start fucking with her nose
(Goddamn)

Used to listen to Lauren Hill and tap my feet
Then the bitch put out a CD that didn't have no beats
(Uh, huh)
That boy D'Angelo he determined not to fail

That nigga went butt-ass for his record to sell
My back shot to help Ashanti hit them high notes
And Big Ben taught Charlie B'more to deep throat

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I love the burners, the monies, the bunnies)
Hold you through the night
(I just wanna hold you)

I just wanna love you for the rest of my life
I wanna hold you in the morning
(I just wanna love you)
Hold you through the night
(Yeah)

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You Owe Me - Lyrics - Ginuwine

Title: You Owe Me
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Static Nasir Jones, R J Rice

Lyric:
Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real
Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty
Shorty, what up, huh?
Come on

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax
Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks
Pay me back when you shake it like that girl

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe, owe, owe

Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent
Owe me back like its money I spent
Pay me back when you shake it again

The don, all the time, with all the shine
You small time, I ball with mine
Links, minks, Bentley, it's all with mine
My jams bump out to the borderline
UK hot with it, blew spots with it
Every continent love when I spit it
Corners to blocks, even the cops feel it
Brothas on lockdown on their cots feel it
It's real in the field the Last Mohican
Who survived in the streets and did something decent
Now I got plans to buy the whole hood
Legit' now, I ain't gotta lie to no judge
I make hits now, money I flip now
Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now
I lit up my neck, pinkie, and wrist now
So girls everywhere, this is how we get down

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe, owe, owe

Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent
Owe me back like its money I lent
Pay me back when you shake it again

Play to win, girls in the club moving
I get 'em real hot, my songs seduce 'em
I flow, I'm so mysterious
Nas, and Nasty's the alias
Everything platinum I glow
Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do'
On top out the car, lounge at the bar
We spent a thou', we wild, look at how rowdy we are
Feel like a million dollars, feel me holler
To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas
Thugs and renta's, to the playas and ballers
Sexy mamas, fly ladies lookin' proper
Look good enough to be taken shoppin'
Earrings, bracelets, now you rocking
Your body's so nice that I give you this option
Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe, owe, owe

I put the shackles on your feet (You owe me)
I think you owe me some (You owe me)
The shackles on your feet (You owe Nas)
I think you owe me some (You owe Ginuwine)
(You owe Timbaland, you owe me)

Lock you down baby, you know what you owe me
Mack like Goldie, it's the same story
Let you hold something, you spending it right
Know where you gon' be by the end of the night
Make it bounce, shake it, move it around
Wiggle it a little bit, throw it to the south
Fantasizing me inside and you riding
Throw it like a stallion, you wearin' my medallion

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

(You owe me something, oh yeah)
I said shorty, say what's your price
(You owe Nas)
Just to back it up
(You owe Ginuwine)
You can hold my ice
(You owe Timbaland)
Now let's say you owe
You owe us something, baby
Oh, oh, oh

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You Owe Me - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: You Owe Me
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Tim Mosley, Static Nasir Jones, R J Rice

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Lyric:
Uh, it's real, it's real, it's real
Uh, uh, owe me back, uh shorty
Shorty, what up, huh?
Come on

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

Yeah, owe me back like you owe your tax
Owe me back like forty acres to Blacks
Pay me back when you shake it like that girl

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe, owe, owe

Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent
Owe me back like its money I spent
Pay me back when you shake it again

The don, all the time, with all the shine
You small time, I ball with mine
Links, minks, Bentley, it's all with mine
My jams bump out to the borderline
UK hot with it, blew spots with it
Every continent love when I spit it
Corners to blocks, even the cops feel it
Brothas on lockdown on their cots feel it
It's real in the field the Last Mohican
Who survived in the streets and did something decent
Now I got plans to buy the whole hood
Legit' now, I ain't gotta lie to no judge
I make hits now, money I flip now
Hood fella every honey wanna kiss now
I lit up my neck, pinkie, and wrist now
So girls everywhere, this is how we get down

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe, owe, owe

Yeah owe me back like you owe your rent
Owe me back like its money I lent
Pay me back when you shake it again

Play to win, girls in the club moving
I get 'em real hot, my songs seduce 'em
I flow, I'm so mysterious
Nas, and Nasty's the alias
Everything platinum I glow
Cadillac trucks pulling up to the do'
On top out the car, lounge at the bar
We spent a thou', we wild, look at how rowdy we are
Feel like a million dollars, feel me holler
To the max with the Benz and chrome wheeled Impalas
Thugs and renta's, to the playas and ballers
Sexy mamas, fly ladies lookin' proper
Look good enough to be taken shoppin'
Earrings, bracelets, now you rocking
Your body's so nice that I give you this option
Let you wear my big chain if we get it popping

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe, owe, owe

I put the shackles on your feet (You owe me)
I think you owe me some (You owe me)
The shackles on your feet (You owe Nas)
I think you owe me some (You owe Ginuwine)
(You owe Timbaland, you owe me)

Lock you down baby, you know what you owe me
Mack like Goldie, it's the same story
Let you hold something, you spending it right
Know where you gon' be by the end of the night
Make it bounce, shake it, move it around
Wiggle it a little bit, throw it to the south
Fantasizing me inside and you riding
Throw it like a stallion, you wearin' my medallion

Shorty, say what's your price
Just to back it up
You can hold my ice
Now let's say you owe me something

(You owe me something, oh yeah)
I said shorty, say what's your price
(You owe Nas)
Just to back it up
(You owe Ginuwine)
You can hold my ice
(You owe Timbaland)
Now let's say you owe
You owe us something, baby
Oh, oh, oh

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Underneath The Night Sky - Lyrics - Too Young to Fight It - Young Love

Title: Underneath The Night Sky
Album: Too Young to Fight It
Artist: Young Love
Composer(s): Rory Phillips, Dan Keyes

Lyric:
Loud screams, fighting words, awful things were said
You might not be able to take back
She puts her hands on his face
And tells him get out, get out

Just leave, she pleads
He can't believe what he's done
As he's walking down the street
The night keeps warning him to turn around

Underneath the night sky take flight
Underneath the night sky she cries
Underneath the night sky one last time
You know where I'm going

Underneath the night sky
Remembering the reasons why
Underneath the night sky
I'll fall for you tonight again

On his way to familiar arms
Someone who will know him, the girl who understands
Stops dead in his tracks to see
It's too much too give up, not too late for apologies

Turns down the wrong street, give me all your money
Should know better than to be here alone
Tries to run, doesn't feel like a fight
She could hear the shots ring out from home

Underneath the night sky take flight
Underneath the night sky she cries
Underneath the night sky one last time
You know where I'm going

Underneath the night sky
Remembering the reasons why
Underneath the night sky
I'll fall for you tonight again

Don't forget to hold her tight
Everything can change so fast

Underneath the night sky take flight
Underneath the night sky she cries
Underneath the night sky one last time
You know where I'm going

Underneath the night sky
Remembering the reasons why
Underneath the night sky
I'll fall for you tonight again

Don't forget to hold her tight
Everything can change so fast, no, no, no
Don't forget to hold her tight
Everything can change so fast

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Hold It Down - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Hold It Down
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Osten Jr Harvey, Quincy Jones, Andre Weston, Willie Hines

Lyric:
Yeah yeah, aaah, diggy Das nigga, diggy Das what what?
Yeah what?

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

I be the man droppin the slang on your premises
We the menaces, clanging rappers like they're Genesis
Now what the hell is this I heard you wanna see this
Ya best believe this kid, I got more rhymes than Run got Adidas
You can't defeat us so just back up off the metaphor
The Boogie Banger tell me what the hell's the art for?

Yiggity yeah
The sooky-sooky, bringin it from the sewer it's the Boogie Bang
Use to kick the rookie slang, critics wonder "Could he hang?"
Drop my first joint and made the whole world flip
Next trip, critics that wasn't wit it popped lip (like what?)
"Nigga eat dat and nigga eat dis"
But fuck, nigga need that, get off my nigga, eject

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

It's the Prince of Darkness here to spark this
Riggity mic, my target's the underground market
I be the rapper and chief, the editor etcetera
The miggity mad dred night predator
Cos all the time, nigga's be frontin in their rhymes
Claimin to represent the bastards, missin classes, doin time
But when I come thru they be like "Oooh look, the Man!"
Shakin niggas down like the earth shook Japan

Well all I need is my 40, some Buda and my Timbs
My biggity black Benz with them 19 inch rims
I gotta maintain and at the same time I watch my ass
The cash, cos any fuckin day could be your last
I took a breather now we snipin off the roof
We back up in the booth and gettin busy off the 100 proof
Of Vodka, I rock a rhyme just for the thrill of it
Cos when I'm spillin it I'm fillin it, check how I'm killin it

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

But a time I write a rhyme I takes some time to make it rougher
So suffer, y'know it's me the nicotine puffer
I miggity made this for the snitches, cos for the riches
We never changing faces like them two singin bitches
So hold it down for '95 or youse a goner
Big up to all my peoples on corner puffin marijuana

I briggity break the dame, we roll the game
In '92 wit my crew, ain't a thing changed
But the styles, the miles on the jeep, the beamer
The drawers on my ass, the erb grass got greener
My knocker plus be droppin the skills off the top a
The dome for my peoples in the sewer, yo I got ta

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Got ta hold it down
Hold it down, nigga keep it on lock
Hold it down, nigga yeah, nigga keep it on lock

Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga Mo Bee wit the real hip-hop
(Got ta hold it down)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
Diggity Das EFX wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
The young and the restless, word we don't stop
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga PMD wit the real hip-hop (Hit Squad)
Hold it down, keep it on lock
My nigga DJ Scratch wit the real hip-hop
Hold it down, keep it on lock

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