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Saturday, August 21, 2010

How Am I Doin' - Lyrics - Dierks Bentley - Dierks Bentley

Title: How Am I Doin'
Album: Dierks Bentley
Artist: Dierks Bentley
Composer(s): Jim Beavers, Dierks Bentley

Lyric:
It's strange to hear your voice
I did not expect for you to call
You wonder how I'm doing
How I'm holding up since you did me wrong

Well, how am I doing since you did what you've done to me?
I can't lie, I sometimes cry when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy and I don't get much sleep
Baby, that's how I'm doin' since you did what you d-d-done to me

Well, now wait one minute
I failed to mention those tears I cried were tears of joy
Because it was no fun there under your thumb and now that we're done
I'm getting right, every night with every single, every lovin' girl in sight

Well, how am I doing since you did what you've done to me?
I can't lie, I sometimes cry when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy and I don't get much sleep
Baby, that's how I'm doin' since you did what you d-d-done to me, alright

Well, when all my friends heard what a you know what you were
They took me out on the town
But then I heard our song and I danced along but it felt all wrong
'Cause she was sweet, she let me lead
She never took her ever lovin' eyes off me

So, how am I doing since you did what you've done to me?
I can't lie, I sometimes cry when I think of how it used to be
I keep my friends with me, I stay busy and I don't get much sleep
Baby, that's how I'm doing since you did what you d-d-done to me

Well, I don't know what you were thinking, running 'round on me
Now you say your sorry, well honey I agree

So, how are you doing since you did what you've done to me?
Girl don't lie, I know you cried 'cause you know how good it used to be
Yeah tell me does the thought of losing my true love make it hard to sleep?
Baby, how are you doing since you did what you d-d-done to me

Now how are you doing, now that you know how I'm doing
Since you did what you d-d-done to me

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

Got This Far - Lyrics - Alana Davis

Title: Got This Far
Artist: Alana Davis
Composer(s): Alana Davis

Lyric:
I don't think I wanted to take your time
I don't think it ever crossed my mind
That you would be more to me than just a lover
'Cause I, I was doin' fine on my own
I wasn't really lonely, just alone
But at least I knew where I was and what I wanted

But now, I don't know how you got me, babe
So open wide and I don't know how to tell you, babe
The way it feels inside, I know I have a feeling
That you, you could hold me longer, we get stronger every day

And I don't know what you've done to me
I'm so turned around I can barely see
The way that I'm supposed to be
I'm so wrapped up in what I think you think of me

I don't know how you got this far
How am I supposed to live a life?
Burdened by the thought of you, my love
How will I ever be alright?

Every time I look into your eyes
I can feel the pressure start to rise
Pulling me into you and what you'll show me
Well I, I believe that love can conquer all
But is it really love that makes you fall
Or just the fantasy of understanding

Well I, I don't know how you're gonna save
The rest of my heart, I don't know how I'd stop you, baby
Or how I'd even start, I know I have a feeling
That you are something to discover, the lover that you are

And I don't know how you got through
I'm not the kind of girl you're supposed to get to
I've been hurt before, I don't want it anymore
I'm safer in my solitude

I don't know how you got this far
How am I supposed to live a life?
Burdened by the thought of you, my love
How will I ever be alright?

I don't know how you got through
But just like a child I run to you
And I don't know what else to say
Nobody soothes me the way that you do

I don't know how you got this far
How am I supposed to live a life?
Burdened by the thought of you, my love
How will I ever be alright?

I don't know how you got this far
How am I supposed to live a life?
I don't know how you got this, this far

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Tuesday, August 17, 2010

What'S So Different - Lyrics - 100% Ginuwine - Ginuwine

Title: What'S So Different
Album: 100% Ginuwine
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Tommy Boyce, Elgin B. Lumpkin, Timothy Z Mosley, Robert Luke Harshman

Lyric:
What's so different, baby, what's so different, yeah?
If you cheated on him
How do I know you ain't gon' cheat on me?
I need to tell you something, check this out

You say you love me but at one time
You loved him so what's so different?
Tell me if you were in my shoes, what would
You do or think of me, would you trust me?

But you feedin' me, all this rap about, how it's different
But it's not mentioned what you're doin' is wicked
Now I'm having, second thoughts about
You and me 'cuz this is not how I want it or it should be

You say you want my trust and told me you were leavin'
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

You're creepin' on him for me, but you say, "Just trust me"
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

Like the saying goes, 'You reap what you sow'
And what goes around comes back around to you five times harder
And I'm pretty sure that he's thinkin' that you're totally his
But you're here in my room, don't cha'll talk with me

All hugged up and all over me, kissin' all of me
Is that to get me where you want me to be?
Don't want this to happen to me, so I'll drop you off
Go back to your man, 'cuz, really, this ain't me

You say you want my trust and told me you were leavin'
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

You're creepin' on him for me, but you say, "Just trust me"
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

(Baby, uh, uh, uh)
Say what, can you feel me?
Can you feel me, can you feel me?
Can you feel me, can you feel me?
Can you feel me, can you feel me?

Uh, you see?
(Don't tell him, baby)
You don' went too far now, baby
(You won't do this shit to me)
Yo, G, bring the bridge in

Baby, tell me one thing, how could you do it?
What did he do to you, does he know he blew it?
Or is it just that you wanna get even?
Baby, if that's not it, please tell me the reason

I just don't wanna get caught up in drama
If you don't want him, just tell him, don't cheat on him
If you don't tell him, me and you can't be
'Cuz tell me how I'll know, you won't do that shit to me?
You would do it to me

You say you want my trust and told me you were leavin'
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

You're creepin' on him for me, but you say, "Just trust me"
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

You say you want my trust and told me you were leavin'
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

You're creepin' on him for me, but you say, "Just trust me"
How am I to know that you won't do it to me?
You're tellin' me, "It's different", but what the hell is different?
If you cheated on him, you'll do it to me

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

What Am I Gonna Do With You - Lyrics - Barry White

Title: What Am I Gonna Do With You
Artist: Barry White
Composer(s): Barry White

Lyric:
You got me doin' it, you got me doin' it
You got me doin' it, you got me doin' it
Got me doin' it, got me doin' it

Oh baby, sweet babe
What am I gonna do?
Baby, sweet babe, my babe
What am I gonna do with you?

Been makin' love for hours
And baby, we're still goin' strong
Girl, this night is ours
And ooh, I swear I feel it, comin' on

Oh, I know when we get through
Girl, I won't be able to move
I don't know just what you got
I just don't what you to stop givin' me all of me

Baby, oh babe
What am I gonna do?
Baby, sweet babe, my babe
What am I gonna do with you?

Ooh, what a groove?
Love how you do it
Ain't what you got babe
Girl, it's how you use it

Stay right there, right there, don't you move
You don't know what I'm going through
Girl you made me give it up, you're unreal
You're just too much, you know how to make me

Ooh baby
Ooh baby
Ooh ooh, baby

Oh baby, oh baby
Girl what am I gonna do?
Baby, sweet babe, my babe
What am I gonna do with you?

Baby, oh babe
Tell me what am I gonna do with you?
Baby, sweet babe, my babe
Girl what am I gonna do with you?

Oh baby, oh babe
Oh babe, sweet babe
Sweet babe, sweet babe

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Friday, August 13, 2010

How I'M Comin' - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: How I'M Comin'
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, James Brown, George Jr Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Marlon L Williams, Walter Morrison, James Todd Smith, Fred Wesley

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Lyric:
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'
I'm comin'

Boom bash, wake up, I set it off right
Look around and turn your wet dream to fright night
You can call me R and B homeys, which stands for rough brother
Word to my grandmother
I buck you in the head just to let ya know
Stick you for ya dough, spit on the flo'
Drag it out of ya, bring it on
I smack him back down, yo dope word is bond

I know you want a piece of the champ
But you roll too weak, you couldn't make it in my camp
You thought I went for the flip
But I'm bustin' off hip-hop clip after clip
I kept you out there, ripped you for your wear
Jump inside your video, bust you with a chair

Smack slap, smack slap, smack slap, smack
Just to make it worse and hurt your pride I'll run it back
Smack slap, smack slap, smack slap, smack
Click click boom, stop dead in your tracks
Stick the steel in your mouth
Buck buck buck buck buck, lights out

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean
Kickin' you for real in the guillotine
Fourteen shots to your dome kid
I'm doin' time in the game like a bid
Movin' rhymes like a package
So stigetty step up and get your nostrils damaged
Shootin', lickin', bustin', sprayin', all of that
And then some, dead dead dead, one by one

Never step to a real man
'Cause your rhymes only work on a playground program
They impress your little friends, bring you a little ends
But you still you gotta ride in your mans Benz
Word to hip-hop, I'm a blast ya
Gotta set you on fire 'cause I gassed ya
Boom, blow, Batman, bang, pow
Unh unh, that's the way it's goin' down
(What, what)

My new album ain't no joke
You wanna take me out, how many bunch ya smoke?
I'll never slack again, I'm off the job like the mob
Hey, no prob', many solved, on the knob, make 'em soft drob
What you gotta deal with is real, made of steel
You can feel it comin', burnin', buildin', flowin' like an eel
Movin', killin', breakin', servin' you just like a meal
Take off your clothes and taste the steel

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
(I'm comin')
How ya comin' baby?
This is how I'm comin'

Check baby
Check baby
Check baby

Rockabye baby on the roof top
Open up your mouth and taste my gallot
When your jaw breaks your gold teeth will fall
Down will come the monkey, banana clip and all
Splat, it's all over wit'
(Buck buck buck)
Another plan O.D.'ed over my war hit
The way I'm workin' and jerkin' and hurtin' brothers converted
Non-believers get murdered, 'cause I waffle birded

Get your face out the bill, catch the thrill
Carry a nine put your hootchies on the bill
The thought of you gettin' scared turns me on
Like my first television with my backup tip hard
So where's your mouth kid? Where's your heart shorty?
It's all over, cash your chips in, crack a forty
You look thirsty, you ain't gettin' no mercy mercy
And ain't no way that you can rehearse for me

Murder I wrote, murder I wrote, is what I figure
It's in my tote, it's in my tote, so I pull the trigger
Put up your women, your crib, your speakers
Your dog, your cat, your crate, your speakers
Your sister, your aunt, your crew, your knicks
Got 'em booin' all you mother rappers who think that's too tough

Bam bam, here's a hit you wish you had
A hit that makes you mad, a hit that makes you slap your dad
Dead dead dead, kill dead, kill dead
Try to battle me I gots to buck you in your head
I pull your file, click
I know you're good to style, blow
Livin' wild, when it's come to this I never smile
What did you learn from the lesson I just gave ya?
Obey your momma, be on your best behavior

It's never endin' and I am recommendin'
You put your name as Brendan
I see y'all that is blendin'
The message that I'm sendin'
Is there ain't no pretendin'
Get in the trunk, buy the album, here I'm endin'
(I'm comin')
This is how I'm comin'

How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?

How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?
How ya comin' baby?

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Turn It Up - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Turn It Up
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Hakeem Seriki, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamillitary mayne
Flip in the building!
So go ahead and hand over the torch
Super producer Scott Storch
And of course

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Give me that million dollar beat
And let me show you what to do with it
Who that is?
That's the illest rapper choppin', screwin' it

Couldn't snatch the game is what they told me, so I'm provin' it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high
'Cause Chamillionaire's the answer to the game like Allen I
Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply
?Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu**** liar

So give the ladies what that want
Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage
To feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up
(Turn it up)

Yeah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to get my plaques
Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back
Like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigga
(He's Back)
You can't get mad if you feel that you ain't cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stats ever so don't let that **** hit ya

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' mary jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain

I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thang
I told Johhny put 50 in my panky rang
5 karat diamond chain VVS is in it mayne

You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hpnotiq, big bodies with blue paint
We got Big Oomp spray, but it still stank

You a lame so yo dame playin' mind games
I'ma pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggaz talk shit until I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that Maybach switchin' lanes

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Headed to the bar
(I'm headed to the bar)
You know I'm V.I.P.
(You know I'm V.I.P.)
And since you're rollin' with a star
(You're rollin' with a star)
You're V.I.P. with me
(Chamillitary)
Ha ha

Chamillitary the biggest threat to
Any of these rappers that thinkin' they doin' it
Who that is?
That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining they say our jew'ry sick
Houston got a problem and you don't want nuttin' to do wit it

Do ya, kid?
I ain't think so I'm tippin' slow
When my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go
When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo' sho'

Told me that she didn't care about my money, wasn't hearin' it
Looks can be deceiving as Chamillion paint appearances
You know how we do it at home or schoo' and purple syrup is
She got turned out quicker than my power steering did

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

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Monday, August 2, 2010

Turn It Up [Nba Remix] - Lyrics - Chamillionaire

Title: Turn It Up [Nba Remix]
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Wesley Weston, Hakeem Seriki, Scott Storch

Lyric:
Yeah!
It's the name they say is running the game
Chamillitary mayne
Flip in the building!
So go ahead and hand over the torch
Super producer Scott Storch
And of course

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Give me that million dollar beat
And let me show you what to do with it
Who that is?
That's the illest rapper choppin', screwin' it

Couldn't snatch the game is what they told me, so I'm provin' it
Put the truth in Texas with Scott Storch and you got you a hit
Hit and never miss rep yo click and throw 'em high
'Cause Chamillionaire's the answer to the game like Allen I
Middle fingaz to the sky, if they don't like that reply
?Cause any DJ that deny is a mother fu**** liar

So give the ladies what that want
Got 'em racin' to the front of the stage
To feel the bass and tell the DJ turn it up
(Turn it up)

Yeah Sound of Revenge saying Universal to get my plaques
Rappin's dead so I'ma bring it back
Like DJ's do when they hear my track
Check out my track record, they'll say I'ma track wrecka
Hotter than a black pepper now that I am back nigga
(He's Back)
You can't get mad if you feel that you ain't cap fit ya
Drop the biggest stats ever so don't let that **** hit ya

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

When it's time to hit the club I let my chain hang
If they got clovers on they neck we in the same gang
I'm 20 deep in V.I.P. puffin' mary jane
Splinters still in my hand from my woodgrain

I got homies on the West who like to gangbang
And I got homies on the East who do the same thang
I told Johhny put 50 in my panky rang
5 karat diamond chain VVS is in it mayne

You know I rep the dirty dirty where they move cane
You know we mix purple stuff in that blue drank
Hpnotiq, big bodies with blue paint
We got Big Oomp spray, but it still stank

You a lame so yo dame playin' mind games
I'ma pimp so I stay in that mindframe
Niggaz talk shit until I let that nine bang
Me and Duke in that Maybach switchin' lanes

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

Headed to the bar
(I'm headed to the bar)
You know I'm V.I.P.
(You know I'm V.I.P.)
And since you're rollin' with a star
(You're rollin' with a star)
You're V.I.P. with me
(Chamillitary)
Ha ha

Chamillitary the biggest threat to
Any of these rappers that thinkin' they doin' it
Who that is?
That's dem boyz from Texas that always do it big
Multi-colored diamonds got us shining they say our jew'ry sick
Houston got a problem and you don't want nuttin' to do wit it

Do ya, kid?
I ain't think so I'm tippin' slow
When my trunk is liftin' up look at the neons as they glow
Groupies never givin' up they be everywhere I go
When that elevator go up to my suite they there fo' sho'

Told me that she didn't care about my money, wasn't hearin' it
Looks can be deceiving as Chamillion paint appearances
You know how we do it at home or schoo' and purple syrup is
She got turned out quicker than my power steering did

I'ma show you how to get your shine on
(Get your shine on)
Turn it up the DJ playing my song
(My song)
Everybody keep on calling my phone
(My phone)
Which one of y'all am I gon' take home?
(Take home)

I'ma show 'em how to get the club crunk
(Club crunk)
Give 'em something that's gon' rattle their trunk
(Rattle their trunk)
Tip ya cups up until ya get drunk
(Get drunk)
Tell the DJ to play it loud and turn the beat up

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Charlie, Last Name Wilson - Lyrics - Charlie, Last Name Wilson - Charlie Wilson

Title: Charlie, Last Name Wilson
Album: Charlie, Last Name Wilson
Artist: Charlie Wilson
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
Yo C, You know we need to go out and do somethin' man
Got all these hot cars and hot cribs
Ain't got nobody to share it with, baby
You know what I mean? Let's go

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

With all of this fortune, what am I doin' single
Sometimes I tell myself, "Man, get out and mingle"
You don't have to be alone, you need someone to love
But bein' famous sometimes it's hard to find someone to trust

But the hell with that this time, I'm gonna treat myself
Being in love is good for your health
It's time to share this fortune and fame with someone else
Now that I'm in this club, I might as well, yeah

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Now, I ain't got nobody to ride in my new Coupe with
Ain't even got nobody to chill with on the weekend
This is just a house, until someone makes it a home
Love don't count me out, 'cause I'm so all alone

But the Hell with that this time, I'm gonna treat myself
Bein' in love is good for your health
It's time to share this fortune and fame with someone else
Now that I'm in this club, I might as well

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Now the reason that I laugh is because it feels like I know you
This must be one hell of a Deja Vu
Haven't I seen you somewhere before?
And I know you heard this somewhere else
And how I want you girl for sure
And that's why I'm introducin' myself, yeah

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson
I was wonderin' if I could take you out
Show you a good time, invite you to my house
Here is my number, girl you can call me
And don't forget it baby, the name is Charlie

Hey girl, how you doin'?
My name is Charlie, last name Wilson

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Thug Alwayz - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug Alwayz
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Janie Bradford, Steven Howse, C Scruggs, Gloria Jones, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
It's 1999
Guess what?
The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Niggas look out
And we in the motherfucker house
We in here now
It's going down steepin' through the crowd
Sippin' on Henny we get wild
Niggas lookin' fool
If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out
And then keep stompin' his head in the ground

And drag him out onto the dance floor
Tell him what to stand for
Now when they came they had they pants on
We beat bitches up out their britches
Lets show 'em how to tear up a club
When they be fuckin' with the thugs
Nigga, we come to party
But I'll fuck up somebody

But y'all ain't feelin' me
Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass
You wanna rumble?
I'm sick of bein' humble
Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter

I got somethin' for him and him
And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet a million bucks it's not us
Yeah, we might not get everybody

Somebody gonna get fucked up
(Fucked up)
You wanna come test me now?
Come now say, come now challenge me
Let a real niggas handle my business
I'm gonna finish I gotta end this, I'ma diminish this
Come follow my prophet, seeking gifts
It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's

T H U G, pop niggas they D E A D
Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs
Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam
There's five trues of mine
What am I?
A thug always
Remember the way they played back in the day
Hit 'em with AK, y'all made to hate me, baby

Woo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us
Remember that nigga Eazy-E
Labelled me and my trues black nigga killers
Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swig and love bud
And if you think you can hang
Then come fuck with a thug
And I don't give a fuck if you a crip or you a blood
But when you see a thug you better show some love

Got damn, it feel good to be a thugsta
Gettin' high, smokin' weed all day
Ain't got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws
Just doin' it the Bone Thug way
Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie
And all these Mo Thug killers
We them ex-dope dealers and natural born cap peelers
Feel us nigga, if you want ain't of that high captain here

We kickin' that raw shit
Fuck the law shit, been screamin' it for years
Ain't no fear in my heart thanks to the Lord up above
And I got a grudge against niggas that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love
Let me see you shoot that motherfucker shoot that nigga
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin' niggas spit that fire
We don't need no water, let this motherfucker burn, baby
And I know they hate me say lately, Layzie actin' shady

Hey, I'm the number 1 assassin, guess they just can't understand
I fear no man, put it on my number 1 fan
'Cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own
The city of Thieves is my home and I don't trust nann nigga
My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs
Off this nigga gettin' buzzed packin' heat off in the club
Nigga what? Nigga what?
They sayin' that Bone was split up

Just niggas jealous tellin' rumors and lies
Can eat a dick up, nigga

Nigga, stay real
Thugs get high
Why you call yourself a thug?
That's how I feel inside
And we don't wanna hurt nobody, 'body
But your fuckin' with us and we shootin' up the party
Even if you was talkin' some of that Bone shit we sayin'
Then you can bring it on because we ready, we ready

Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom
That's dumb, better play with your son
Nigga, I ain't the one
Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same, made a little change
Sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around man
Nine millimeter come and get some, get some
Shoot 'em with them hollows 'cause you know he's got his vest on
And you didn't want it to come to this, did you?

Fuckin' with them thugs, them niggas roll through
If you really want some run
(Better run)
Fuckin' with thug niggas run, run
Yeah say nigga come on
We ready for combat but y'all ain't ready
Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em, they stretched
Now they human spaghetti

Steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies
If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em
(Go)
And I better go get 'em
We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter
Shit to sweep the streets make niggas retreat
That's heat
Now, I repeat if you want some nigga come and get it

'Cause we still five live and vicious
Don't get it twisted motherfucker
Run up on us whenever ya wanna get down and dirty
Still stand in the Land with the slugs and my gun in my hand
Krayzie, Layzie, bizzy, wish and flesh
Put it down to the North, South, East and West
From back in the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish
No need to change it

Now everybody a thug
If you real throw it up but if it's fake
Kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies
Fuck 'em and yes it's like that

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
...

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Dirrty - Lyrics - Ruff Ryders

Title: Dirrty
Artist: Ruff Ryders
Composer(s): Mel Smalls, Moses Iii Barrett, Brian Kidd

Lyric:
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
We call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R
(Double R)
Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
And we call it the dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, Double R

Nigga let's get dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty
I'ma let my pump go early, from Thursday to Thursday
Eight o'clock in the morning
That's why we go out on a cop on my corner, yes uh

Gimme that Lex', I'm gonna exit
So I can pull up outta here, we gone
Slow the shit down now so I can catch it
I'm gon' catch it, catch it, catch it

Play it to the band 'cause Petey Pablo threw me a bone
So I could fetch it, fetch it
Me and Petey Pablo make you follow
Put the gun in his mouth, make him swallow

Do a nigga like, Diallo
I know I'm warm but now it's time to get wa-arm!
Now it's time to turn up, hurry up, y'all niggaz best to be go-one!
Left his head to be lo-long from the first day I was born

Pop guns like popcorn, s-s-stutter like
Y'all motherfuckers ain't stabbin' shit like a butter knife
That shit just don't cut right
On my block all we hear is woop woop, niggaz it's time to run

Grab your guns 'cause beef with me and Petey P. hide your sons
Double-R motherfucker
Let me slow this shit down before y'all make us spit rounds
Murder your block then skip town, nigga!

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)

So, tired, these so-called drug thugs bust they gun niggaz
Mean mugged, supposed to be the toughest in the club niggaz
Watch out, motherfucker say somethin' I'll, I'll fuck you up
Tie ya ass to the back of a pick-up truck and just leave, uh
You a waste of good slug
And I told the motherfucker I'd get him, so what?

It ain't like you hot
It ain't like we got work, meet me at yo' block
It ain't like we won't come through
And take any motherfuckin' thing you do got

We done had you a strong shower, one-five-one, no raw
I'm whoopin' them drawers off, takin' charge, play the bar
You dealin' with the right one; if you want it, you sho' can get some
I ain't come to play, Double-R told me to come up to New York and I came

Drag-on told me to write tonight and God dammit we doin' our thang
Dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty, dirrty whether you like it or not
Me and Drag got this thang on lock and we about to change the game
I'ma bring the rain, I'ma bring the pain, I'ma bring the wood and the grain
Get back with ya motherfuckin' five-dollar ass, huh, 'fore I make change

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)

Drag, I can't lean lean this motherfuckin' track too hot
This shit keep callin' me, still can't believe it
These motherfuckers waited so long
(Shit, me neither)
Should've been like I slid right

But I bet you motherfuckers were scared
'Cause this shit start shootouts and club fights
The shit might jump off tonight
I done seen the nigga and this bitch that I don't like

(He gon' get it)
Ju-ju-just just-just-just as soon as I fit him
(He gon' get it)
Simple-minded motherfucker shouldn't have been there
They role is to kill him, Drag what's wrong with them?

They must be crazy and deranged
Do I speak my ghetto slang, got a big chain
They say that was bad but I'ma show you what this heavy metal bring
That's how I settle things like what y'all want, what y'all want?
(You motherfuckers don't want none)

Roll that blunt, smoke that blunt
(You niggaz stay in the pub)
We gettin' high, gettin' by, me and Petey Pab'
Connectin' like, shit to a fly, clip to a gun, y'all clip better run
Pick anyone got plenty of it, y'all niggaz really don't want it
That's a hit boy, y'all fittin' to love it feel this clip up in yo' stomach, uh

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)

This gon' be the anthem for the clubs
(Yeah)
Code of the thugs
(Yeah)
Ripped it in the streets
(Yeah)

Loved in the slums
(Yeah)
Who am I?
(A Ruff Ryder)
Who am I?
(MR. North Carolina!)

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

40 - Gouda - Lyrics - My Ghetto Report Card - E

Title: 40 - Gouda
Album: My Ghetto Report Card
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Earl T. Stevens, Thomas Jackson

Lyric:
Gouda, sick wid it records
BME, Warner Brothers, the machinery
Ooh, look out pimp
Heavy on the grindin' entertainment
Stovetop productions

Ooh, hustlers are us
My game sharper than an elephant's tusk
Me, myself and I the only that I can trust
Sleep with one eye open finger on the pistol clutch

I got my hands and everything, I'm real instrumental
I'm as real as they come and don't need no bitch potential
When I was comin' up there certain things we don't allow
Like long fingernails and men arching they eyebrows

Here's another thing I don't condone and don't approve
How all of a sudden snitchin' became cool? I dunno
Gamed up I be chewin' on this mack granite
OG Jay be stomped that laced that niggas posted never can

I brought the baddest broad in the whole facilitation
All by way of mouthpiece just by my manipulation
I can make it look like I'm at my best when I'm at my worst
Persuade the broad to put on the dress and break her for her purse

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

A day in the life on the soil in caliscrillya
Take the wrong turn and these youngstas out here kill ya
Well, I ain't concerned, they love us hustlas and dealers
They wanna tear our houses down so they can build some ikeas

Ooh, just tryna get my point across
Where I'm from it's pandemonium and chaos
Where I'm from the lights is off, we use matches
Where I'm from we do it bare-faced instead of ski masks

Ooh, no more talking on them cells
I heard the federal went ahead and bought Nextels, what?
Ooh, over crowded jails
They got us sleepin' in the gym instead of our own cells

Ooh, put our yeti together
Me and my investors, we flippin' ten or better
I got some Gouda, got a little bit of cheddar
My medallion got more colors than a peacock feather

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna man
With bitch like I do little whips about the stunna van
My advice she a runner man
Off top, I'ma boss, shoe box full of rubber bands

Contraband on the other hand
Big girls, big quips, turn around, roll center man
On the real, I'm a gentleman
Put the scrilla, I'm a killa, man, hit it like a little man

What you doin' with that?
From the scratch, we can load up the Lac
A 1, we can bring that back from day 1, we get them wraps
Big stacks from the back of the shack

I buy the weed man
Hella turkey bags just to put my weed in
Oh, we gettin' Chalupa
Wrapped cheese in a rubber band and call it the Gouda

Ten wraps and a rubber band
(Gouda)
Three or four more in my other hand
(Gouda)
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
(Gouda)
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty
(Chalupa)

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
(Gouda)
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
(Gouda)
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
(Gouda)
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?
(Chalupa)

Look out pimp, aight, what it do
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Ice, pussy, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)

We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda
Bay business, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
We gettin' it, so whatchu need?
(Gouda)
Sick wid it, so whatchu need?
(Chalupa)

We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda
Hustlers R us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)

We doin' way too much
(Gouda)
We never watered down, we doin' way too much
(Gouda)
And you don't wanna stunt with us
(Gouda)
Hustlers are us, we doin' way too much
(Chalupa)

Ten wraps and a rubber band
Three or four more in my other hand
Five, ten, fifteen, twenty
Twenty-five, thirty, thirty-five, forty

Gettin' money, I'm a stunna, man
In a Lac shootin' box like a hundred grand
Forty-five, fifty-five, sixty-five, seventy-five
Eighty-five, ninety-five, wait, what am I doing?

The definition of Gouda, what's the definition?
Chalupa, scrilla, scratch, paper, yaper, capital
The definition, Gouda means cheese and cheese
Means yaper you square ass square butts, biatch
Let's get back to what we'se talkin' about earlier
What was we talkin' about earlier, pimp?
Hustlers, hustlers are us, look out, look out, pimp

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Thursday, August 19, 2010

Senorita - Lyrics - Rest Is History - Jin

Title: Senorita
Album: Rest Is History
Artist: Jin
Composer(s): Rupert Holmes, Paul Vance, Gerald Florio, Quaadir Atkinson, Bashir Fida-I, Danny Jordan, Sean Martin, Jin Auyeung

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Lyric:
Yea, yea, Jin Jin
The rest is history
Lemme take you to mah hood
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

Wait a minute, wait a minute, this is how it started
Senorita caught my eye, she shake it the hardest
Yeah, she knows that I'm an artist, but that's regardless
Situation elevatin', I'm anticipatin'
Body got me mesmerized, I ain't tell no lies
You better tell those guys, you belong to me

I followed you, danced wit' you, bounced wit' you, shaked wit' you girl
I'm lovin' you, hatin' you, where would you fake wit' you girl
We can do anything under the moonlight
You in the mood right, I'm in the mood too
Now shake it shake it, keep doin' what you gotta do
I know a lot of J O's, but they ain't fly as you

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

We in the M I M I, mami am I am I
As cool as a 745 or Ocean Drive
Is that your Senorita? Do you really please her?
Give her to me, I'll make her hotter than a fever
Talk to me ma, is it the palm trees
Blue water while we fallin' off our jet-skis

Back to the hood, we can get nice together now
Take the tobacco out the wood whatever
You know I'm number one, you bangin' like the drums
Listen to the ocean while we chill under the sun
As tastefully, basically it
I came to Miami just to see you shake your shh

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm sweatin it's hot, it's damn near 3 O'clock
Tell the DJ play the record let the needle drop
"Ficky ficky vicky" This joint is hot
Mami give me up, punani you can be on top now
Slow, your, roll is where we go
No one knows I'm gettin' dropped

I paint a picture, I'm layin' wit' you
I came to caress your soul, I ain't playin' wit' you
I'll take an itty bitty piece of your mind wit' me
You runnin' through mine like Diddy did the whole city
I'm flyin' through the clouds, I'm soarin' through the air
To see my Senorita, she's waitin' at the fair

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

I'm goin' to Miami, I'm goin' to the fair
To see a Senorita, with flowers in her hair
Aww, shake it Senorita, shake it if you can
Show all the boys around the block you're doin' your damn thing

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Philly Philly - Lyrics - Ruff Ryder's First Lady - Eve

Title: Philly Philly
Album: Ruff Ryder's First Lady
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): Eve Jeffers, G Canters, Kaseem Dean, Dwight Grant, Darrin Dean

Lyric:
Beanie Siegal, Philly is where I'm from

We from P H I L A, period
PA, period, Eve they hearin' it
Believe they fearin' it but lovin' it though
I hate the game, fuck the fame but I'm lovin' the dough

You couldn't tell me in a million years
An' a thousands bars that I roam the Reservoir with Dogs
Show the world what 'Crew Love' was about
Drop adrenaline, 4, 5, 6, I show them what a thug was about

I know you love flossin' wit X, bustin' them checks
Gettin' tattoos, paw prints on your chest
I ain't mad, baby, get that cash
Make them hatin' bitches kiss your ass
Ruff Ryde lift that [Incomprehensible]

I'm gon' walk 'til I see how these fleas' gon' feel
When I come through wit the whip with the bee's on the wheel
Burgundy thing, cream gut, cherry wood
Steerin' wheel or be surround by the wing on the hood

I know they like, ?How they collide?
He roll wit Roc, you Ruff Ryde?, but we Black Friday tied
How you think they gon' feel seein' us Grammy night?
Let me tell you, a bunch of if, ands an' mights

Billboard charts, source ad an' mics
An' if I say so myself, goddamn, we tight
Fuck bein' humble, ain't no other way to end this
We ain't open up the door
We knocked that bitch up off the hinges

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

No doubt we represent P H I L A, period
E V E, period, fuck wit Beanie, period
We gon' hold it down for Illdelph for life
Came through made a name, nigga nailed it tight

An' now we shine, been knew, shit, it was about time
Switched from streets, the beats, platinum lines
Used to struggle in the hood just to brodie the mic
Took the fame 'cause they ain't give it us, now we excite

The biggest crowds an' they screamin' loud, ?Philly the shit?
Roc-a-fella rap guerrilla, blond bombshell bitch
I Ruff Ryde, take your mind, shit, you doin' the same
Work hard, now the streets stay shoutin' our names

Fame is funny, get money, snakes in the grass
When the hostility shows, niggas face get smashed
But I stay grounded, brick house stallion
My bitches keep me real while I make millions

Pile it all, we gon' have it all any minute
Give it back the hood an' we gon' ball in a minute
'Cause anything we want, we gon' have on our plate
Matter of time before we killed, the beans, it was our fate

An' cats were stressed, gave it all they expected less
Disrespect, take it back to the hood, protect your chest
Try to break us but we broke through, got the job done
That's what's up? Runnin' shit, now tell 'em where I am from

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from
Philly, Philly, Philly, where I am from

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

Of Course I'M Alright - Lyrics - Alabama

Title: Of Course I'M Alright
Artist: Alabama
Composer(s): Billy Kirsch

Lyric:
Why do you ask? Of course I'm alright
I guess I wasn't thinking I'd run into you tonight
Do I seem surprised? Guess you caught me off guard
Yes, I'm really doin' fine, no, it hasn't been that hard

How 'bout you, gettin' on with your life?
There's so much to tell you that I won't even try
My, it's good to see you, how long has it been
I must admit I think about you every now and then

Like when I open my eyes, when I lay down at night
Every moment ever since the day you said goodbye
You'll never know 'cause I keep it inside
How am I doin' without you? Of course I'm alright

Well, to tell you the truth, I guess I have felt better
God, just look at you, wow!
You make it look so easy, I can see it on your face
Everything we used to be is gone without a trace

If you wanna know, right now, I'm sinking fast
Girl, you always could see right behind this mask
But I won't give it away, gonna keep it inside
How am I doing without you? Of course I'm alright

If you don't want to know the truth, of course I'm alright

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Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Curious - Lyrics - 3LW - 3lw

Title: Curious
Album: 3LW
Artist: 3lw
Composer(s): Sean K. Hall, Johnathan Baker, Nate Butler

Lyric:
There's some things on my mind
I don't know that if I should be thinkin'
Am I wastin' my time thinkin' 'bout
You and I and these feelings?

'Coz I see you and me holdin' hands
Doin' things, goin' further
But they say we're too young
And those things will come, I'm just curious

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

On the phone, in the bed
On my back, starin' at the ceiling
When I'm talkin' to you
What I feel, is it true? I'm wondering

Well, I tell it and I
What I feel deep inside, it keeps burning
Does my man understand everything that I am?
I'm just curious, I'm just curious

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

If I could have things my way
We'd go pass time
Maybe we'd do the things
I'm thinkin' in my mind

And all the things I want to know, I'd know
The places we'd explore, I'd go
But now I see us both together
Learnin' more about each other

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

You know boy
We both know that we have a thing for each other
And it's natural for us to both wonder
What it would be like

But the time is not right
And I hope you're satisfied
Because I'm satisfied
Just bein' curious

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious
Nothin' more than a girl
Comin' straight from the heart
I'm just feelin' us

Thinkin' 'bout you and me
Thinkin' 'bout how it feels
I'm curious
I just wanna know what
True love is, though
I'm just feelin' us

When can I touch you?
When can I kiss you?
I'm curious

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Thursday, August 12, 2010

Hidden Emotions - Lyrics - Gravediggaz

Title: Hidden Emotions
Artist: Gravediggaz
Composer(s): Derrick R L Harris, Anthony Ian Berkeley, Arnold Ethen Hamilton, Robert Diggs, Paul Huston

Lyric:
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it

Like the older you get the more you regret
YaknowI'msayin', wanna know what we like?
Do the knowledge, do the knowledge of this
Check it, yo

Ever watch a hard rock when he got a seed?
Turn a whole hundred and eighty degrees
The nigga that you never saw smile before
It's like the warrior at peace with the child at your door

It's mad wild, how he holds the mold
It's so fragile knowin' that this little soul is agile
Meanwhile deep in his thoughts
Is how do I protect it from the streets and the courts

There's stress and strain tryin' to maintain
When you're poor workin' odd jobs for small change
You either rap, rob, girls slob knobs
And niggas sell crack, weed or coke for the mob

The Al Corleone idol was his mentor, gangster
That came up short, you're needin' dentures
Built his rep for killin' Aztecs in distortion
Front page news for the projects

Carried the weight for his mom's operation
25 years workin' for the train station
'Cause he was black the community reacts
Summer tricks, picnic for kids, he gave it back

He ain't accept it, grinned and helped the church, clear his debit
Wind up helpin' young brothers makin' records
When the people lookin' at cha from the outside
Open your mouth wide and say, "Aight"

Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it

People wonder why when my man died
I didn't even cry, melted on the inside
Now I'm becomin' like a runner, sweatin' like a plumber
My heart started poundin' like thunder

Yo, am I ready for revenge that depends
On how my future look in the bends
Is my life worth losin', my seed, my wife
Gettin' my life snatched for makin' wrong right

I was always on the calm tip
Last brother to harm or bomb shit
Now I'm on some real Vietnam shit
The quiet storm 'til the riot is on

I despise doin' harm but my foes gotta be conquered
As I warn my peeps, "Beware the beast that creep the streets"
Spillin' your plasma on the concrete
Killin' the murderer, acts of war, villains attack the poor

Women and children pack heat now
Growin' up, I was sad young buck
Dad said, "Son look don't become corrupt"
I knew he really meant well to see me represent and excel

But yo the torments of Hell lay dormant until
I try to escape out of the muck and the mire
Nearly got killed bein' stuck in the fire like Jeremiah
I weep for my peeps gettin' bucked from the streets to the choir

Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it

Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it

I'm lettin' mines out, I can see through, I can see through
Who you want me to believe you are?
Front shine and son knowin' you're a fallen star
I see the look in your eyes when I pass you in my car

I been felt the vibe so I played you from afar
Your problem is you think too negative
It perpetuates your condition and cuts short your ambition
You're not a wicked one son

You need development, don't worry when things are irrelevant
You need to let it out 'cause it could cause you bad health
Hidin' your emotions could rob you from yourself
Hide you from yourself

Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it

Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it
Hidden emotions, you and I control it
Don't get pissed 'cause this is how we show it

Yeah, the older you get, the more you regret
Hidden emotions, hidden emotions
We all got 'em, gotta let 'em shine

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