Holy Moly - Lyrics - Ear Drum - Talib Kweli

Title: Holy Moly
Album: Ear Drum
Artist: Talib Kweli
Composer(s): Talib Kweli Greene, Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Yeah, as a kid growin' up in Brooklyn
My pops was a DJ, he had a bunch of records
Funk, jazz, rhythm and blues, soul, you know what I'm sayin'?

There was this one gospel record I liked like, like
Like holy moly, I might get some religion and leave you holy, holy
Yeah, this rhyme is so fat, it's roly poly
I give you intimate details so you can get to know me

These corporate rappers like, "Why this dude pickin' on me?"
You rap your way to the top but now it's gettin' lonely
Kids is hungry and you lookin' like a steak from Nick & Tony's
But don't nobody want your jewels 'cause your shit is phony

Say word? Your shit is real? Damn, your shit is corny
Rhymes turn a new page like Mark Foley
And touch kids like when Larry Clark gave the part to Chloe

Rest in peace to Harold Hunter, the greatest from New York
Started out skatin' for Zoo York, word
Hangin' out at The Gavin, I was very lucky
To talk to Rash' once I got past Derek Dudley

Got him on respiration, that's pre-Badu
Bet you Garnett Reid got a Matt Doo tattoo
Sometimes I feel like I'm drownin', I gotta tread water
Head above the water, I always remember headquarters

Heads up, eyes open, I got my mind focused
I find hope inside a line, my rhymes define opus
Sometimes hopeless people fill my thoughts with evil
My record so hard it broke the needle

At the Mixtape Awards niggaz act like they don't give a fuck though
And disrespect the legacy of Justo
What the blood claat? No, let the blood flow
You ain't come to pay your respect, then what you come fo'?

Too many good niggaz die, it's like a stop loss
Hood niggaz ghetto like fried wings and hot sauce
How you hard? The cops lettin' 50 shots off
Baby Jay-Z's with the knockoff Scott Storch beat

You are not Short, you are not Katt
You're not a player or a pimp, money stop that
Learn to master your speech and be eloquent
Rappers keep peddlin' sweets, the beats weaker than gelatin

We used to kick up dust, now we settlin'
Rest in peace to Dilla, Weldon, we can't forget you
Professor X and Proof we miss you, word

Rest in peace to Shaka, 21 gun salute
In the air like blak, blak, blak
You're still here 'cause you're livin' through me
You're like a gift God has given to me, what?

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Christmas Piglet - Lyrics - Presidents Of The United States Of America

Title: Christmas Piglet
Artist: Presidents Of The United States Of America
Composer(s): Christopher Weldo Ballew, David Michael Dederer

Lyric:
Merry Christmas everyone
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Thank you!

Christmas
Christmas piglet in the snow
Holy piglet aren't you cold?
(Chris)
Little piglet in the snow
Holy piglet ho ho ho

Rock little piglet!
Yeah, oh, alright

Christmas
(What a wonderful time of year?)
Christmas piglet in the snow
Holy piglet aren't you cold?
(Aren't you cold now piglet?)
Christmas piglet there in the snow
Holy piglet ho, ho, ho

Holy moly, ladies and gentlemen
Live from New York City now!

Yeah!
Can I have my presents now?

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Get Em Girls - Lyrics - Cam'Ron

Title: Get Em Girls
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Dario Ruben Rodriguez

Lyric:
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat

When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girls

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting money nigga
So you should move away or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say, I'm getting money nigga

First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her I'm getting money nigga
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting money nigga
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room, I'm getting money nigga

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie cacoon had my uzi, platooned
I'm getting money nigga

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girl

My team is the goonies, we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting money nigga

Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, VS 1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show

He in boot camp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no health care, a true tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey

Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa

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Get 'Em Girls - The Mizzle Outro - Lyrics - Purple Haze - Cam'Ron

Title: Get 'Em Girls - The Mizzle Outro
Album: Purple Haze
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, Dario Ruben Rodriguez

Lyric:
I get the boasters boasting, I get computers puting
Y'all get shot at, call me, I do the shooting
I do the recruiting, I tutor the students
I nurture they brain, I'm moving the movement

Whether Buddhist or Buddha, that's Judist or Juda
I got luger to ruger, hit from Roota to Toota
Chick from hooter to hooter, I put two in producers
I'm the real boss story, the hoolah of Hoosiers

I rock mostly dosey, I roll mostly dololy
I'll leave you wholy, holy, you'll say "Holy Moly"
Here come the coroner get 'em, play "Rolly Poley"
I'll tell you true stories, how I coldly hold heat

When it's repping time, I get on extra grind
Fried to fricassee, pepper seed to pepper dine
Jeff Hamilton, Genesis, leather time
Bitches say I'm the man, I tell 'em never mind

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her, get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girls

You acting funny nigga, come dumb, dumby nigga
Killa keeps twenty blikers, I'm getting money nigga
So you should move away or join the dude in Play
Hey, so you can say, I'm getting money nigga

First pal up in the rare, I style up in my gear
Stallion of the year, medallions in my ear
Whips on my fists, houses on my wrists
Your budget on my neck, your spouse on my dick

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls
Dick in her mouth, I tell her I'm getting money nigga
Y'all faking the fizzle, I'm caking for shizzle
Fuck a sizzler steak, my steak stay sizzled

Eight, boom, boom, my ace boon coon
Shake, bake, skate, vroom, vroom, we getting money nigga
Seventh to eighth, zoom, zoom, boom, boom tune
For I get like that boom, boom room, I'm getting money nigga

Wreck 'n effects, zoom, zoom, meh poon, poon
Since the movie cacoon had my uzi, platooned
I'm getting money nigga

They getting nice, they got some ice
Let's get the dice and roll 'em, get 'em girls
They getting chips, they flippin' bricks
Get the Rots and Pits, tell 'em, get 'em girls

See acting feisty, getting shiesty
Call her wifey, tell her get 'em girls
Just lay back, get your face slapped
We at the race track, eight stacks, get 'em girl

My team is the goonies, we where seen with buffonies
Toonies, best dressed, stay up in Nemis and Bloomies
Want to hit it from the back, she agreed that I'm looney
But proceeded to moon me, I'm getting money nigga

Baby, BS in honey do, Cam, VS 1 and 2
I'll help you get your son out of P.S. 22
Get him a Maury flow, from the Maury show
Fuck around, y'all gonna be up on the Maury Show

He in boot camp, you on food stamps
Welfare, no health care, a true tramp
And I'm lockey, lockey, leave you pokey, pokey
No Rice a Roni, that's the Okey, Dokey

Me and Toby homie, make you do the hokey pokey
Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty
Here's some weed, burn yourself a pound whodie
Here's a map, go load yourself a town, sporty
I was down forty now I'm up fifty
Buck fifty, buck quickly, who could fuck with me? Killa

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Freaky - Lyrics - What the Game's Been Missing! - Juelz Santana

Title: Freaky
Album: What the Game's Been Missing!
Artist: Juelz Santana
Composer(s): Marco Rodriguez Diaz, Jr., Bigram Zayas, Laron L. James

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Lyric:
Dipset bitch
Fella, Santana, ay

Rock the boat don't sink the ship

Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
Yeah, I like to get freaky, freaky
Yeah, I like to get kinky, kinky

Do ya good, I get the boat rockin', yeah
Good, let's get the boat rockin', yeah
Good, we got the boat rockin', yeah
Good, let's get keep the boat rockin'

Now how many chicks in this bitch like dick?
Well how many dudes in this room like pune?
Holy moly the rap Goldie
Ohh, he's back put up yours now clap

That, that's the sound I like to hear
That, that's the bounce I like to hear
Now grab a chick and get freaky
What's bad are you kinky

And if she tell you 'Yes'
Found another chick that tell you 'Yes' and bail for sex
I bet that will be freaky
Yeah, that will be kinky, kinky

Tap it up, slap it up, filp it, rub it down
Don't forget to wrap it up
Then tell shorty to back it up
Just like a truck that's backing up

Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
Yeah, I like to get freaky, freaky
Yeah, I like to get kinky, kinky

Do ya good, I get the boat rockin', yeah
Good, let's get the boat rockin', yeah
Good, we got the boat rockin', yeah
Good, let's get keep the boat rockin'

Rock the boat don't sink the ship
Mami take your pick who you leavin' with, huh?
Rock the boat don't sink the ship
Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with, huh?

Now guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house
Front get punched in your mothafuckin' mouth
But I ain't come for that dear baby
Tell me you had a pap smear lately

I'll be your check up guy
Check up low, check up high
Check out, bye bye, then I'm gone like the wind
Find a sucka spend all night with him

I just wanna do the nasty withcha, withcha
Not download a nasty picture picture
'Cuz I don't know about the Internet
I just how much I'm into sex, yeah

What's poppin' withcha
Is you tryin' to get it poppin' sista
No shrimp, no lobster dish
Just lots of dick

Do you like to get freaky freaky?
Do you to get kinky kinky?
Yeah, I like to get freaky, freaky
Yeah, I like to get kinky, kinky

Do ya good, I get the boat rockin', yeah
Good, let's get the boat rockin', yeah
Good, we got the boat rockin', yeah
Good, let's get keep the boat rockin'

Rock the boat don't sink the ship
Mami take your pick who you leavin' with, huh?
Rock the boat don't sink the ship
Shorty take your pick who you leavin' with, huh?

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