I'M Just Blue Enough - Lyrics - George Jones

Title: I'M Just Blue Enough
Artist: George Jones
Composer(s): Charles Louvin, Ira Louvin

Lyric:
I'm just blue enough to do most anything
And I know I'm going to hate myself again
But I know you don't want me like I want you
Or you'd be afraid to let me get this blue

You could call me up and tell me that you're blue
I can make believe you're not with someone new
You could give my heart the will to part with pain
I'm just blue enough to do most anything

You can get forgiveness for the wrong you've done
Or the heartache that you caused by that response
But the words you spoke you never can undo
That's what you've done to make me in love with you

You could call me up and tell me that you're blue
I can make believe you're not with someone new
You could give my heart the will to part with pain
I'm just blue enough to do most anything

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Big Blue Sea - Lyrics - Bob Schneider

Title: Big Blue Sea
Artist: Bob Schneider
Composer(s): Bob Schneider

Lyric:
Woke up in a stupor
Guess it's time to face the pooper
Sometimes I feel like superman
Sometimes I'm just recuperating, yeah

My head is twisting in it's cage
My mind feels like a twenty gage
I hope it's just a passing stage
My heart's not red, it's Beige

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
But I think I'll tell you all that I know

Try to tell you all about it
Thought you might've, Lord, I doubt it
Everyday's a waste, I know
And everyday's a funeral

Cutting out I'm feeling lost
Lost my mind I'm Mr. Frost
Collected all the evidence
I'm off the edge, I'm on the fence

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
Well, I think I'll tell you all that I know

I don't want to be alone, I want to be a stone
I wanna sink to the bottom of the ocean
And lie there with you 'til I'm gone

At the bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea
The bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea

I know I'll never know nobody
Better than I know myself
But I can't even figure out
Just what the fuck I'm all about

I'm sinking, I'm swimming, no wait a minute
I'm drowning, no I ain't kidding around
Sometimes I think I'm gonna make it
Sometimes I fake it

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
Well, I think I'll tell you all that I know

Anywhere and everywhere
Made up my mind it's getting weird
It's queer to think it might not
Get much better than today I fear

Won't know true happiness
I tried so hard, I did my best
My best wasn't good enough
Oh God, I hate this stuff

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
Not to tell you anything I think I know
Well, I think I'll tell you all that I know

I don't want to be alone, I want to be a stone
I wanna sink to the bottom of the ocean
And lie there, laugh there with you
Laugh there with you till I'm gone

At the bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea
The bottom of the big blue sea, just you and me
At the bottom of the big blue sea

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
I said, it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me

And it's days like this that burn me
Turn me inside out and learn me
And not to tell you anything I think I know

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Just Like That - Lyrics - Music Is My Savior - Mims

Title: Just Like That
Album: Music Is My Savior
Artist: Mims
Composer(s): Shawn Mims, Brendan Yearwood

Lyric:
Yeah, I'm back, b***, okay, check us out

Just like Easy, n*** I'm roofless
Catch me with your breezy, pushin' that new whip
Drop top new six, white on white new kicks
I'm just pimping across the world like Ludacris

But n*** in the hood sayin' Mims done sold out
See me in the club and they pullin' that gold out
But they don't know I'm with the same n*** I came with
Same n*** from the hood, n*** I bang with

S*** ain't changed different toilet it's the same s***
Ain't no half steppin' on some Big Daddy game s***
I walk like a hustler, pimpin' hustlers language
We don't know each others language 'coz your hustle is ancient

Your way to old n***, I flow like H2O n***
Know every place you go n***, I knows you
Puppet on the string that's right n*** I own you
Bring the hook in now, something for me to zoom thru

Just like that
Her n*** blow up and too good
Not a hood don't wantchu back n***
Just like that

They see you on the cover of that Fortune Five
And catch an heart attack, yeah
Just like that
Just like that

You can't go back now
Just like that
Just like that
You can't go back now

I lookin' for that sunshine but I ain't lil' flipper
Yeah, I'm a star but I' am not the lil' dipper
Always been dappin ever since a lil' n***
So b*** love my swag used to call me L'l Gigger

And Corie said, "Man you need to bring it to the streets"
So now I'm just chillin' in the belly of the beast
Waitin' for my release date, a n*** hungry as hell
But I'll be damn you catch me walkin' for some cheesecake

I'll be in each state, new b*** on my arm
Blue twenty on the chain and there were six on the charm
I'm a don m*** kissed a ring when you see me
See I do what I do like I do it for the TV

I'm too hot, so now all eye's on me like 2Pac
On my left got two glocks
This rap s*** didn't make me crazy
If it ain't about the money n*** f*** you, pay me

Just like that
Her n*** blow up and too good
Not a hood, don't wantchu back n***
Just like that

They see on the cover of that Fortune Five
And catch an heart attack, yeah
Just like that
Just like that

You can't go back now
Just like that
(I'm gonna have fun with the last verse though)
Just like that
You can't go back now
(Check this out)

You was never in my class, you's a b***
Thought you was this s*** but now your class dismissed
The story ain't well enough, your lies keep buildin' up
You b*** made homie, so for you I keep a switchblade on me

'Coz I don't need a gun for your a***
I give your a*** a head start before I run for your a***
Fat boy, I'm watchin' you put on that act boy
I thought you was my man, you gonna do me like that boy

But you know what they say and I'm callin' it out
When the pressure cook up the true colors come out
That's the lean in your a*** and a d*** in your mouth
Sittin' back and got the industry trickin' you out

You's a bitch n***, sell your soul to get rich n***
So I guess it's time expose ya whole s*** n***
Yours truly Mims, the last soldier
The lesson for today is done, class over

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You Must Be Crazy - Lyrics - The Ultimate Victory - Chamillionaire

Title: You Must Be Crazy
Album: The Ultimate Victory
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Hakeem T. Seriki, K. Jackson, D. Burke

Lyric:
Chamillionaire's so crazy
Look at the face of the media like you crazy
You thought I'd fall, I'm sorry dawg you crazy

Mirror, mirror on the wall, you are crazy
I wonder if it's still called memory loss
If you can't remember the last time you lost

Yeah, the only time I lose is when it's my memory
Haters comin' around here, talkin' about 'Remember me'
Nah amnesia, Cham leader apparently
You are just a follower now I'm about to set a speed

If they can't keep up with, no one ahead of me
Victory is just what I said that I can achieve
'Bout to be trouble, you scared, I think you'd better leave
Hope you don't have asthma, ah-ahm, go ahead and breathe

Yeah, pull out your inhaler
You gon' have to catch your breath for this one
This the victory lap

Yeah, garage lift up, it'll create some enemies
Got the S S in the middle of it like Tennessee
Sorry but the Ferrari there isn't friendly
The engine be runnin' pyoon like a scattered keys

If she a freak don't handcuff her, just let her be
Get your G's like five letters after the letter B
Photocopy could possibly find a better me
Hot like two letters after the letter C

In the name of gang that's been runnin' the game
Help me explain and tell 'em, Chamillitary mayne

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy

You ready Famous?
Hold up, I gotta take these 20 G's and take it to the bank G
Aight fo' sho' I got it
Hold up, yeah

The hype Williams to y'all rookies, you know that this is
A motion picture so sick that I call it motion sickness
Jonathan Manyon, the manuscript, so hold your pictures
Just like you're posin' for strippers and tryin' to show your riches

Materialistic I got a lot of material
Umm, I got a lot of, uhh, Chamnesia
I probably break up with my own self and go solo
Versus for promo, oh, no

I'm a monster, up and cummin' like dicks, no homo
A lil' too gangsta for them flicks, no photos
I'm high like gas, rose sticks and blow dodo
That Texas, shit, fa sho' though

Fresh off the underground circuit
Straight into this overground circus
I'ma do numbers like the lotto
Shoot 'tron straight out the bottle

You not lookin' at a role model
So, I say it one time and one time only
Not your buddy, not your pal or your homie
You know me

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

Hustler music, hustler music
Hustler music, I'm hustlin' music
You thinkin', you thinkin' I'ma lose baby
Either you stupid or you gotta be crazy, crazy

I'm like Bruh Man on the fifth flo'
'Cept I'm comin' in through the front do'
I ain't gotta use the window, let's go

Now please pass my passport because I'm it
I got groupies with longer hair than cousin it
Brazilian ladies who tell me, "This bra just doesn't fit"
Twins in two rooms tryin' to make me double dip

Shoulda known I would win, yeah, you thought you had it
Like my cars and my weapon that is automatic

This the part of the horror flick
Where the white lady trips and falls
And me and Famous escape with the millions

Two heavyweights from the Lone Star State
And if 30's the new 20, I been hot since 8
Me flop just wait, not turn blue
Tell 'em I'm famous, thought I was a new nig

Thought you knew nig, when I'm applyin' pressure
The brothers play the back lookin' like some rhymin' extras
'Cause I'm the star of the movie, can't move me
Don't try either, either

I'ma roast you then Baker like Anita
Hot, my records got the fever, stop actin' like a diva
They tellin' Cham how they feelin' me
I'm a universal asset, your whole team liability

So I ain't finna leave, so you ain't finna breathe
'Cause I can cut it up or keep it cool like the winter breeze
My piece and chain symbolize respect
My mouthpiece symbolize a check, yup
Chamillitary mayne

No kids here so how you gon' play me?
Boy tryin' to cash out so how you gon' pay me?

I am a hustler, you gotta pay me
No time to sleep, I'm in the streets on the daily
When you a hustler, no bein' lazy
I got it whenever you need it just page me

No time to sleep I gotta keep goin'
The hustler of all hustlers, I say it's somethin' I borrow
Sell night to the day and then sell today to tomorrow
No money don't even bother

Got some paper then call up
Call George Bush's daughter I sell her Katrina water

Just to get at her father, just so they have some evidence
I'm slick enough to take precedence from the president
America's worst nightmare is right here
I stay sizzlin' like flares, look up, pyoon

It's quite clear it's my year 'til I hear
Somebody's smoother then I'm the ruler, I'm like where
Is he at? Just let me know, I'ma bury him
Under the rocks in the bottom of my aquarium

The chances of me losin' this time are very slim
If he was bright then I'm turnin' him down to very dim
If it ain't me in the sequel then there will be no sequel
You know the obvious reason is 'cause there is no equal

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A Little'S Enough - Lyrics - Angels And Airwaves

Title: A Little'S Enough
Artist: Angels And Airwaves
Composer(s): Thomas Delonge

Lyric:
When all is said and done
Will we still feel pain inside?
Will the scars go away with night?
Try to smile for the morning light

It?s like the best dream to have
Where everything is not so bad
Every tear is so alone
Like God himself is coming home to say

I, I can do anything
If you want me here
And I can fix anything
If you'll let me near

Where are those secrets now?
That you're too scared to tell
I whisper them all aloud
So you can hear yourself

Green trees were the first sign
The deepest blue, the clearest sky
The silence came with brightest eyes
Like turning water into wine

The children ran to see
Their parents stood in disbelief
And those who knew braced for the ride
The earth itself, it came alive to say

I, I can do anything
If you want me here
And I can fix anything
If you'll let me near

Where are those secrets now?
That your too scared to tell
I whisper them all aloud
So you can hear yourself

Sorry, I have to say it but you look like you're sad
Your smile is gone, I noticed it bad
The cure is if you let in just a little more love
I promise you this, a little?s enough

I?m sorry, I have to say it but you look like you're sad
Your smile is gone, I noticed it bad
The cure is if you let in just a little more love
I promise you this, a little?s enough

I?m sorry I have to say it but you look like you're sad
Your smile is gone, I noticed it bad
The cure is if you let in just a little more love
I promise you this, a little?s enough

I?m sorry I have to say it but you look like you're sad
Your smile is gone, I noticed it bad
The cure is if you let in just a little more love
I promise you this, a little?s enough

I?m sorry, I have to say it but you look like you're sad
(Just a little)
Your smile is gone, I?ve noticed it bad
(Just a little)
The cure is if you let in just a little more love
(Just a little)
And I promise you this, a little?s enough

I?m sorry, I have to say it but you look like you're sad
(Just a little)
Your smile is gone, I?ve noticed it bad
(Just a little)
The cure is if you let in just a little more love
(Just a little)
And I promise you this, a little?s enough

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Under The Influence Of Love - Lyrics - Light Years - Kylie Minogue

Title: Under The Influence Of Love
Album: Light Years
Artist: Kylie Minogue
Composer(s): Paul Politi, Barry White

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Lyric:
Floating on a cloud
Feeling high
It happens every time
Whenever I'm with my guy

Tripping on love
And it feels so good
I can't help myself
And I wouldn't if I could

'Cause he's got that certain touch
That I'm addicted to
Love's really got a hold on me
And there's nothing that I can do

Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know there ain't no doubt about it
Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know I just can't live without it

Moving over close
Can't get enough
I've just got to have
All of my baby's love

And when I'm alone
Feeling sad and blue
He gives me a shot of love
And I'm as good as new

Helpless as I am
As if I don't care
His tenderness is what I miss
Whenever he's not here

Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know there ain't no doubt about it
Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know I just can't live without it

There just ain't no one else
Who can bring out the love in me
So many guys have tried
They've tried to capture my eye
But he's the only one I see

Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know there ain't no doubt about it
Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know I just can't live without it

Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know there ain't no doubt about it
Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know I just can't live without it

Oh I'm, I'm under the influence of love
And I know there ain't no doubt about it

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Just Older - Lyrics - One Wild Night: Live 1985-2001 - Bon Jovi

Title: Just Older
Album: One Wild Night: Live 1985-2001
Artist: Bon Jovi
Composer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Billy Falcon

Lyric:
Hey man it's been a while
Do you remember me?
When I hit the streets I was 17
A little wild a little green
I've been up and down and in between
To all these years and miles and memories
I'm still chasin' dreams
But I ain't lookin' over my shoulder

I like the bed I'm sleepin' in
Just like me it's broken in
It's not old, just older
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It's not old, just colder

It's good to see your face
You ain't no worse for wear
Breathin' that California air
When you took on the world
We were young and brave
We got secrets that we'll take to the grave
Standing here shoulder to shoulder

I like the bed I'm sleepin' in
Just like me it's broken in
It's not old, just colder
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It's not old, just colder

I'm not old enough, to sing the blues
But I wore the holes in the soles of these shoes
You roll the dice, 'til they call your bluff
But you can't win, until you're not afraid to lose
Yea!

Well I look in the mirror
I don't hate what I see
There's a few more lines starin' back at me
Now the night, has grown a little bit colder
Hey man, we gotta run
You take care
If you see coach T, tell him I've cut my hair
I've kept my faith, I still believe I'm just

I like the bed I'm sleepin' in
Just like me, it's broken in
It's not old, just colder
Like a favorite pair of torn blue jeans
This skin I'm in it's alright with me
It's not old, just older
Ahh
Ahh yea
It's not old, just

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Here - Lyrics - Cliff Richard

Title: Here
Artist: Cliff Richard
Composer(s): Alan Tarney

Lyric:
Seems to me that you're always near
Close enough so I know when you're here
And just when I think I've got to know you
You disappear

And so I walk along building all my dreams
I've every hope as I plan all my schemes
And just when I think I've found the right one
You disappear

But still I'm here waiting for you
(Here)
I'm here still holding on
(Here)
I'm here waiting for you, baby
(Here)
(Here)
But it won't be too long
'Cause I'm planning a song that will tell you
Oh, why I'm here

I've even wished on a falling star
I've carried moonbeams home in a jar
Only one thing wrong, you're where you belong
And that's too far

If only there was some way of reaching you
Holding you 'cause I'm so doggone blue
Only one thing I really wanna do
Is sing to you

That's why I'm here waiting for you
(Here)
I'm here still holding on
(Here)
I'm here waiting, baby
(Here)
I'm
(Here)
But it won't be too long
'Cause I'm planning a song that will tell you
Oh, why I'm

(Here)
Here, I'm waiting for you, baby
(Here)
Here, and I'm still holding on
I'm planning a song that will tell you
Why I'm here

(Oh, wanna tell you now)
Oh, gotta tell you, tell you, tell you
(Oh, wanna tell you now)
Gotta tell you, tell you it's true that I'm blue, doggone it

(Oh, wanna tell you now)
I'm here and I'm blue
(Oh, wanna tell you now)
Gotta tell you now, gotta tell you now
That I'm here and it's true and I'm blue

(Oh, wanna tell you now)
Gotta tell you now, gotta keep on telling you I'm blue
(Oh, wanna tell you now)
Keep on, keep on, keep on telling you

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Z - Where I'M From - Lyrics - Vol. 1: In My Lifetime - Jay

Title: Z - Where I'M From
Album: Vol. 1: In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): N Whitfield, D Angelettie, Shawn Carter, R Lawrence

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Lyric:
Uh-huh, je-je je-je-jeah
Ye-ye-yeah, ye-ye-yeah
How real is this, how real is this
Uh-huh huh, inspect this here, check

I'm from where the hammer's rung, news cameras never come
You and your man houndin' every verse in your rhyme
Where the grams is slung, niggas vanish every summer
Where the blue vans would come, we throw the work in the can and run

Where the plans was to get funds and skate off the set
To achieve this goal quicker, sold all my weight wet
Faced with immeasurable odds still I get straight bets
So I felt there more something and you nothing check

I from the other side with other guys don't walk to much
And girls in the projects wouldn't fuck us if we talked too much
So they ran up the town and then sought them dudes to trust
I don't know what the fuck they thought those niggas is foul just like us

I'm from where the beef is inevitable, summertime's unforgettable
Boosters in abundance, buy a half-price sweater new
Your world was everything, so everything you said you'd do
You did it, couldn't talk about it if you ain't lived it

I from where niggas pull your car, and argue all day about
Who's the best Mc's, Biggie, Jay-Z, and Nas
Where the drugs czars evolve and thugs always are
At each other's throats for the love of foreign cars

Where cats catch cases, hoping the judge R and R's
But most times find themselves locked up behind bars
I'm from where they ball and breed rhyme stars
I'm from Marcy Son, just thought I'd remind y'all

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

I'm from the place where the church is the flakiest
And niggas is praying to God so long that they atheist
Where you can't put your vest away and say you'll wear it tomorrow
'Cause the day after we'll be saying, damn I was just with him yesterday

I'm a block away from hell, not enough shots away from straight shells
An ounce away from a triple beam still using a hand-held weight scale
Your laughing, you know the place well
Where the liquor store's and the base well
And government, fuck government, niggas polotic themselves

Where we call the cops the a-team
'Cause they hop out of vans and spray things
And life expectancy so low we making out wills at eight-teen
Where how you get rid of guys who step out of line, your rep solidifies

So tell me when I rap you think I give a fuck who criticize?
If the shit is lies, God strike me
And I got a question, are you forgiving guys who live just like me?
We'll never know

One day I pray to you and said if I ever blow, let 'em know
Mistakes ain't exactly what takes place in the ghetto
Promise fulfilled, but still I feel my job ain't done
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy son, ain't nothing nice

Check, I'm from where they cross-over and clap boards
Lost Jehovah in place of rap Lords, listen
I'm up the block, round the corner and down the street
From where the pimps, prostitutes, and the drug Lords meet

We make the million off of beats, 'cause our stories is deep
And fuck tomorrow, long as the night before was sweet
Niggas get lost for weeks in the streets, twisted off weed
And no matter the weather, niggas know how to draw heat

Whether your four-feet or minute size
It always starts out with three dice and shoot the five
Niggas thought they douce was live, now hit 'em with trips
Then I reached down for their money, pa forget about this

This time around it's platinum, like the shit on my wrist
And this glock on my waist, y'all can't do shit about this
Niggas will show you love, that's how they fool thugs
Before you know it you're lying in a pool of blood

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own

Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice
Mentally been many places but I'm Brooklyn's own
Cough up a lung, where I'm from, Marcy Son, ain't nothing nice

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6 Minutes - Lyrics - I'm a Hustla - Cassidy

Title: 6 Minutes
Album: I'm a Hustla
Artist: Cassidy
Composer(s): Carl Siracuse, Barry Reese, Qaadir Atkinson, Jerry Hludzik, Bill Kelly, Fran Broenza, John David Jackson, Dwyane Carter, Chris Hanlon

Lyric:
Yeah, I go by the name of Cassidy, The Hustler
And I brought two of my niggaz with me
And we about to shut the industry down
Aiyyo wheezy, let's get it poppin'

Hit me, front that shit, this the south side
Got a fat dick on your mouth wide
I've come to take it outside, nah, do it right here
Hop out later ownin' everybody's home that you fuckin' with

Wheezy F baby, please say the baby
Riding with your bitch, got keys on the lady
Triple gold these four tires on the whip
Young Carter slidin' out, I'm flyer than the whip

Yeah, higher than an angel, or hotter than the devil, the pot or kettle, uh
The metal let 'em burn like earth shiver births, uh
If there's any beef, I come runnin' like Mertz, uh
Word up, eagle street I'm throwin' my curve up
We take your ice cream and turn you into sherbert

I got flow, I'm like sure, but if it's about dough, I'm like sure 'nuff
I'm from the bird bunch, birdman J R, you niggaz bird lunch
I see your lips moving but I ain't heard much
You see the wrist moving, it look like pure punch

I hear the playa hating but I don't endorse such
I got the escalade, guts like the tour bus
I got the styrofoam poured up with syrup

And in the tires little package is gone
Might I spend a good deal with these Firestones?
I spit like Myer's bones, born in chromers
For the buyers chromosomes, I got summers

I got vicadens, valiums I ain't stoppin'
Got pot and heroin, ex, oxycontin, and that's how we rockin'
How can you hear that bop unless I'm be bopping
Yeah, skip when you hear that click
Cash money nigga, I'm that shit, whose begging, uh

That's what I'm talking about
Now Fab, spit at these niggaz and let them know
Why they ain't fuckin' with you

You're goddamn right, I'm feelin' myself
A chauffeur, no Sir, I'm wheelin' myself
Looking for a chick chillin' for self
So I can show her the suicides, and talk her into killin' herself

I'm having problems dealing with wealth
But you wouldn't understand it, until you get a million yourself
You niggaz must've got a deal for your health
Your CD is frozen food, it just chills on the shelf

I spend big, at any time I can start splurging
The twin cigs open chests like a heart surgeon
And I'm buttoned up, I'm just a blue collar crook
But I keep a stack thick as few college books, I got a new polished look
And twenty dime bitches, to show y'all niggaz how my two dollars look

The boy's got at least six digits on
So the guns gotta be at least midget long
The money is like ten bridges long
I throw bread around just to turn pigeons on

I got some good smoke just for puffers
The two grand twenty's make The Hustlers suffer
Plus it's fluffer, than a cotton ball
I've gotten calls, wantin' me to put the pot in malls

But nowadays you can't put it past 'em
I got a Dan Marino arm, I'm 'bout to throw some bullets past 'em
And the niggaz in the hood keep quotin' my lines
I don't jump ship, I keep floatin' in mine, long as I keep toting, I'm fine
I'mma have these dick sucking niggaz deep throatin' the nine

I jumped in the English ship, benzed whip
It's Terminator 2 chrome the engines dip
I'm reading scripts, no, not the penmanship
The box office shit, I box off this bitch

Jessica Alba, Kirsten Dunst
And still make a mil' off the first of months
These dudes be the first to front
'Til they family and friends is in limos, they in hearse in front

I'm in the top position, I can make you a proposition
I'm in the hard top waitin' on the drop edition
To hell with the patience
I'mma send a nigga down under like Australia vacations

Yeah this, what is this?
My niggaz just killed y'all and I'mma close the casket
I'm tryin' not to let this industry get the best of me y'all
I work hard for the fame, the game's stressin' me y'all
All they do is complain what they expect from me y'all

From the Hood to Hollywood, they respectin' me y'all
And even overseas they acceptin' me y'all
All the ladies show me love, the thugs reppin' me y'all
I get a lot of dirty money, so respect me or fall
But I'm saving all my checks, I'm investin' 'em all

They say, what goes up is gon' definitely fall
Even the stars work success, it's my destiny y'all
Look, I cook tracks, I got the recipe y'all
You can't name another cat that can mess with me y'all

At the shows all the hoes be molesting me y'all
I got broads cryin', tryin' to get next to me y'all
I got broads cravin', beggin' to have sex with me y'all
Screamin', "Cash, you don't know how sexy you are?

And I'm happy I'm alive, God's blessin' me y'all
And all the problems that arrive, is God testin' me y'all?
So I pray everyday, but I ain't prayin' too much
'Cause I be sinnin' everyday, so I ain't prayin' enough

And we all could be beat, and I ain't saying I'm tough
But if it's beef I don't speak, I ain't saying "What's up?"
If it's beef when we meet, then I'm spaying shit up
Prraat, prraat, I ain't sayin' too much, and that's that

'Cause that cat you embracin' with love
Might clap that gat, 'cause he got hate in his blood
Keep your friends at a distance and your enemies close
'Cause the folks you call friends, can envy the most
Some cats'll hang themselves if you give 'em a rope

Burn the bridge and don't give a boat, let 'em sink
Sometimes you gotta give 'em some some time, to let 'em think
But sometimes you gotta give 'em the nine, and let 'em stink
You can't bring every horse to the pond, and let 'em drink
I'd rather keep my eyes wide open, instead of blink

As soon as your eyes shut, them niggaz will ride up
And the guys that you trusted, be gettin' you tied up
And we all gotta die, but I ain't ready to leave
That's why even if it's petty, I'll be ready to squeeze

But put a cheddar in cheese, guac a moola
I pop the ruger, send that hot shit through ya
Like booya, that's the sound when the pound bustin'
Ooh, ah, you'll be laying on the ground sufferin'

Clowning's nothin' to pull out and blast you
I try to only resort to violence if I have to
But man niggaz out here ain't playin' fair
So before the odds are even, I'm leavin' them layin' there
And I ain't even playin', believe what I'm saying here

'Cause before this shit gets further
Your click gets murdered and found in a hole in the grass
For tryin' to play that thug role, I'll stomp a mud hole in your ass
And this Cass, nigga I'm that sick
Full surface nigga I'm that shit, bitch

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Suckas, Pt. 2 (For Da Gangsta'S) - Lyrics - Philly'S Most Wanted

Title: Suckas, Pt. 2 (For Da Gangsta'S)
Artist: Philly'S Most Wanted
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrel Williams, Joel Witherspoon, Dwight Grant, Al'Baseer Holly

Lyric:
Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas

Yo, I'm not concerned wit the rhymes you wrote
I'm at the Sixers game, seat close enough to trip Kukoc
Niggas mad tryin' to catch me slippin'
But instead in out of town nigga catch me trippin'

I guess I've sold out, if they don't see me this winter
The only thing I sold out was the Core States Center
It's BooBonic, got blocks that stay bouncin'
You got baby weights, six pounds and nine ounces

I'm heavy out here, get your shit together
Tryin' to sell it lightweight, like Floyd Mayweather
Wanna hit it like Bonic and get it like Bonic
But then ain't ever happenin', you can't spit it like Bonic

Flow poison like B B D, I'm sharp
And you VHS I'm DVD, suckas
Motherfuckas ain't lived the life
Playas never commit shit, I did your wife, come on

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass
I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class
But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast

Keep them diamonds white and blue
Spend like the rich and your wife would do
Hey that's just me, ain't nothin' I can do
Plus, my whole crew but no, not you 'cause you's a sucka

I'm T I G H T, you can ask Michael Jackson who B A D
See, I'm a thrilla, gangsta cat feela
Take trips squad out each [Incomprehensible]

Nigga, top billa from Grant to Ben Franklin
Cars, they never used our whips is grand spankin'
Mister got 'em thinkin', ask yourself
See who got the Coke, the gun, who profit

You take the pack, no gat so stop it
Bitch we got it poppin' out cally knockin'
I wish, wit a dime, ass bitch
You rollin' in a Datsun, wishin' for a 6

My neck stay froze, reminds me of the roads
Hoes, see the ice and they lose control
My chain the main reason last winter was cold
Take precaution when I'm flossin'

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass
I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class
But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast

Keep them diamonds white and blue
Spend like the rich and your wife would do
Hey that's just me, ain't nothin' I can do
Plus, my whole crew but no, not you 'cause you's a sucka

Who wanna see that cat wit the crown on the P at?
B-Mac, Philly can y'all be that, see that
Hit where the heat at, see thin sticks where your weed at
Streets and strips where I be at

Blocks where my heart at, 44 bulldog bought back cats
Where they park at, off that
Back to the drugs like Rite Aid, Walgreen's, Eckerd's
Mac serve all things check it

I buck stank, Coke move the best at night
And got nicknames for smokers like Wesley Pipes
Roberta Crack, Puff Daddy, Jennifer Dopez
You know the bucks always gotta fuck wit them coke heads

Niggas pack tools and say fuck the DTs
And move like cops, only come on TV
Straight up crooks got it honest in 'em, they snatch
Your earrings since triangles and onyx in 'em, gangstas, what?

I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of cash
I'm the type of nigga, get a whole lot of ass
I'm the type of nigga, got a whole lot of class
But I'm the type of nigga that'll pull out fast

Keep them diamonds white and blue
Spend like the rich and your wife would do
Hey that's just me, ain't nothin' I can do
Plus, my whole crew but no, not you 'cause you's a sucka

Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas

Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas
Gangstas for the gangstas

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The Big Fuck You - Lyrics - Primer 55

Title: The Big Fuck You
Artist: Primer 55
Composer(s): Bobby Burns, Jason Luttrell

Lyric:
Here I go

Little bitch boys thinkin' nothin' is gonna happen
I hear you talking shit but I can't stop laughin'
A little psycho, ego trippin'
That's on your chin when you got caught slippin'

Two faces on the same head
Rippin' one off make the other see red
I feel hate, I still gotta destroy
One little, two little, three little bitch boys

Here I come, here I come, out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Here I come out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Little bitch boys gonna stir up that shit
Bitch turn around, turn around get your wig split
Pull the hammer back as I pop the fuckin' clip in
Just like double O seven on a mission

I'm Insane, goddamn I think I'm loco
Just another voice in my head that I don't know
I feel hate, I still gotta destroy
Every last one of those motherfucker bitch boys

Here I come, here I come, out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Here I come out of the blue
Little bitch boy with the big fuck you
Here I come, out of the blue, talk enough shit
Gonna see what the fuck I do

Another track from the dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, motherfucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, motherfucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, motherfucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, gotta mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, muthafucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side of my psyche
If you think I won't, muthafucker just try me
Steppin' on up, step, step, to the front line
You got yours, motherfucker, I will get mine

Dark side, dark side
I will get mine
Dark side, dark side
I will get mine
Dark side, dark side
I will get mine
Dark side, dark side
I will get mine

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Tangled Up In Blue - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Tangled Up In Blue
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Early one morning the sun was shining I was laying in bed
Wondering if she'd changed at all if her hair was still red
Her folks they said our lives together sure was gonna be rough
They never did like mama's homemade dress
Papa's bank book wasn't big enough

Me, I'm standing on the side of the road
Rain falling on my shoes, I'm heading out to the east coast
Lord knows I've paid some dues
Getting through tangled up in blue

She was married when we first met soon to be divorced
I helped her out of a jam I guess but I used a little too much force
We drove that car as far as we could abandoned it out west
We split up on a sad dark night both agreeing it was best

She turned around and looked at me as I was walking away
Then I heard her say over my shoulder we'll meet again someday
On the avenue tangled up in blue

I was living in the great north woods working as a cook for a spell
I never did like it all that much and one day the ax just fell
So I drifted down to New Orleans where I happened to be employed
Yeah I was working for a while on a fishing boat
Right outside of De La Croix

And all the while I was alone the past was close behind
I'd seen a lot of women but she never escaped my mind
And I just grew tangled up in blue

She was working at a topless bar
And I stopped in for a beer
I just kept looking at the side of her face
In the spotlight so clear

Now later on as the crowd thinned out
And I was just about to do the same
Yeah but she was standing there at the back of my chair
She said, "Don't I know your name?"

Well I muttered something underneath my breath
She studied the lines on my face
I must admit I felt a little uneasy when she bent down to tie the laces
Of my shoes we were tangled up in blue I know, I know, I know

She lit a burner on the stove and offered me a pipe
I thought you'd never say hello she said, "You look like the silent type"
And then she opened up a book of poems and handed it to me
Written by an Italian poet from the 13th century

Every one of his words rang true and glowed like burning coal
Pouring off every page like it was written in my soul
From me to you tangled up in blue, yeah, yeah

I lived with them on Montague street
In a basement down the stairs, yeah
There was music in the cafes at night
And revolution in the air

That's when he started into dealing with slaves, yeah
Something inside of her died just died
And she had to sell everything she owned
And she froze up inside

Finally when the bottom fell out, I became withdrawn
The only thing I knew how to do was to keep on keepin' on
Like a bird that flew tangled up in blue, oh yeah

Now I'm headed back again I gotta get to her somehow
And all the people we used to know they're an illusion to me now
Some are mathematicians some are carpenter's wives
I don't know how they all got started
I don't know what they're doing with their lives

But me I'm still on the road headed for another joint
We always did feel the same we just saw it from a different point of view
Tangled up in blue I know, I know, I know

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Love Your Baby Girl - Lyrics - Sugarland

Title: Love Your Baby Girl
Artist: Sugarland
Composer(s): Troy Bieser, Kristian Bush, Kristen Hall, Robert Bret Hartley, Jennifer Nettles, Lisa Kay Simonton

Lyric:
They say this town's stars stay up all night
Well, I don't know, can't see 'em, for the glow of the neon lights
And it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn
Well, it's two thousand miles and one left turn

"Dear mom and dad, please send money
I'm so broke that it ain't funny
Well, I don't need much just enough to get me through
Please don't worry 'cause I'm alright"

"See I'm playing here at the bar tonight
Well, this time I'm gonna make our dreams come true
Well, I love you more than anything in the world
Love, your baby girl"

Black top, blue sky big town full of little white lies
Well, everybody's your friend, you can never be sure
They'll promise fancy cars and diamond rings
And all sorts of shiny things
But girl, you'll remember what your knees are for

"Dear mom and dad, please send money
I'm so broke that it ain't funny
Well, I don't need much just enough to get me through
Please don't worry 'cause I'm alright"

"See I'm playing here at the bar tonight
Well, this time I'm gonna make our dreams come true
Well, I love you more than anything in the world
Love, your baby girl"

I know that I'm on my way
When I can tell every time I play
And I know it's worth all the dues I payed
When I can write to you and say

"Dear mom and dad, I'll send money
I'm so rich that it ain't funny
Well, it ought to be more than enough to get you through
Please don't worry 'cause I'm alright"

"See I'm staying here at the Ritz tonight
What do ya know we made our dreams come true
And there are fancy cars and diamond rings
But you know that they don't mean a thing"

"Well, they all add up to nothing compared to you
But remember me in ribbons and curls
I still love you more than anything in the world
Love, your baby girl"

Your baby girl
(Dear mom and dad, please send money)
(I'm so broke that it ain't funny)
(Don't need much just enough to get me through)
Your baby girl
(Please don't worry 'cause I'm alright)
(Playing here at the bar tonight)
(Dreams come true)

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I Want You To Know - Lyrics - Julian Lennon

Title: I Want You To Know
Artist: Julian Lennon
Composer(s): Julian Lennon, John M. Mccurry

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Lyric:
I've looked in your eyes and noticed
The light almost has gone
Why don't you show me
Just how our poor lives have gone wrong?

I'll understand if you tell me it's another man
But don't abuse me, refuse me and mess with my mind
Don't you need me? 'Cause I'm lost without a friend
Well, do you need me? 'Cause I can't hold you tight

'Cause I want you to know
That I've had enough of fooling around
And I want you to show
That you'll give us just one more chance

Will you be ready tonight? 'Cause I hope so
Let's make a deal, go away for a day or two
Maybe revise, compromise, do what we want to do
You'll have your coffee in bed but you'll share it with me

I'll kiss you everywhere, hold me
Don't let me go free, don't you need me?
'Cause I'm lost without a friend
Well, do you need me? 'Cause I can't hold tight

'Cause I want you to know
That I've had enough of fooling around
Ah, don't stop at nothin' and I want you to show
That you'll give us just one more chance

Ah, don't stop at nothin'
Will you be ready tonight?
Will you be ready tonight? Even if you never leave me
I keep dreaming sentimental reasons

For your lovey-dovey, honey
I'm your once in a lifetime
Always be your prime time
Looking backwards see the blue sea

Will you kiss me? Hoping that you'll miss me
Please don't tease me, love me, please me
Let's make a deal, go away for a day or two
Maybe revise, compromise, do what we want to do

Don't you need me? 'Cause I'm lost without a friend
Well, do you need me? 'Cause I can't hold tight
You give me nothing but your heartache tonight
But if you love me won't you hold on to me tight

'Cause I want you to know
That I've had enough of fooling around
Ah, don't stop at nothin' and I want you to show
That you'll give us just one more chance

Ah, don't stop at nothin' 'cause I want you to know
That I've had enough of fooling around
Ah don't stop at nothin' and I want you to show
That you'll give us just one more chance

Ah, don't stop at nothin' 'cause I want you to know
That I've had enough of fooling around
Ah don't stop at nothin' and I want you to show
That you'll give us just one more chance

Ah, don't stop at nothin' 'cause I want you to know
That I've had enough of fooling around
Ah don't stop at nothin' and I want you to show
That you'll give us just one more chance
...

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Violent - Lyrics - 2Pacalypse Now - 2pac

Title: Violent
Album: 2Pacalypse Now
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Ron Brooks, Tupac Amaru Shakur, David Leland Elliott, Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble

Lyric:
They claim that I'm violent
Just 'cause I refuse to be silent
These hypocrites are havin fits
'Cause I'm not buyin' it, defyin' it

Envious because I will rebel against any oppressor
And this is known as self defense
I show no mercy, they claim that I'm the lunatic
But when the shit gets thick, I'm the one you go and get

Don't look confused, the truth is so plain to see
'Cause I'm the nigga that you sell-outs are ashamed to be
In every jeep and every car, brothers stomp this
I'm never ignorant, getting goals accomplished

The underground railroad on an uprise
This time the truth's gettin' told, heard enough lies
I told em fight back, attack on society
If this is violence, then violent's what I gotta be

If you investigate you'll find out where it's comin' from
Look through our history, America's the violent one
Unlock my brain, break the chains of your misery
This time the payback for evil shit you did to me

They call me militant, racist cause I will resist
You wanna censor somethin', motherfucker censor this
My words are weapons, and I'm steppin' to the silent
Wakin' up the masses, but you claim that I'm violent

They claimin' that I'm violent, cut and scratched
Fuck the damn cop, cut and scratched
Just because we play what the people want
They claimin' that I'm violent, cut and scratched

Fuck the damn cop, cut and scratched
Just because we play what the people want
They claimin' that I'm violent, cut and scratched
Fuck the damn cop, cut and scratched

The cops can't stand me, but they can't touch me
Call me a dope man, cause I rock dope beats
Jacked by the police, didn't have my ID
I said, "Excuse me, why you tryin to rob me?"

He had tha nerve to say that I had a curfew
Do you know what time it is?
Get out the fucking car, or I'll hurt you
"Get out the car or I'lI hurt you"

So here I go, I better make my mind up
Pick my nine up or hit the line-up
I chose B, stepped into the streets
The first cop grabbed me, the other ripped my seat

They grabbed my homie and they threw him to the concrete
Ay man, aiyo, ay man just c'mon
"What you doin' man?", They tried to frame me
They tried to say I had some dope in the back seat

But I'm a rap fiend, not a crack fiend
My homie panicked, "I'm out", he tried to run
Freeze nigga, I heard a bullet fire from the cop's gun
My homie dropped so, I hit the cop

I kept swingin', yo, I couldn't stop
Before I knew it, I was beatin' the cop senseless
The other cop dropped his gun, he was defenseless
[Unverified] Argh, fuck you

Now I'm against this cop who was racist
Given him a taste of tradin' places
And all this, cause the peckerwood was tryin' this
Frame up, but I came up, now they claimin' that I'm violent

As I was beatin' on a cop, I heard a gun click, uh-ohh
Then the gun shot, but I wasn't hit
I turned around it was my homie with the gun in hand
He shot the cop damn, now he's a dead man

I said, come on, it's time for us to get away
Let's go, we gotta get the fuck outta here
They called for backup, and they'll be on their way
Jumped in the car, and tried to get away quick

The car wouldn't start, damn, we in deep shit
So we jumped out, c'mon let's take the cop's car
We drove a little ways thinkin' that we got far
But I looked up and all I saw was blue lights

If I die tonight, I'm dying in a gunfight
I grabbed the AK, my homie took the 12 gauge
Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray
We'll shoot em up with they own fuckin weapons

And when we through sprayin' Audi, then we steppin'
This is a lesson to the rednecks and crooked cops
You fuck with real niggaz, get ya fuckin' ass dropped
So here we go, the police against us

Dark as dusk, waitin' for the guns to bust, what's next man?
What's next, I don't know and I don't care
One things fo' sho' tomorrow I won't be here
But if I go, I'm takin' all these punks with me

Pass me a clip G, now come and get me
You wanna sweat me, never get me to be silent
Givin' them a reason, a reason to claim that I'm violent

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Girls Ain'T Nothing But Trouble - Lyrics - Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince

Title: Girls Ain'T Nothing But Trouble
Artist: Dj Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince
Composer(s): Buddy Kaye, Hugh Montenegro, Willard C Smith, Jeffrey Townes

Lyric:
Listen homeboys don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme and get the hell away

Just last week when I was walking down the street
I observed this lovely lady that I wanted to meet
I walked up to her I said hello
She said you're kind of cute I said yes I know

But by the way sweetheart what's your name
She said my friends like to call me exotic Elaine
I said my name is the Prince and she said why
I said well I don't know I'm just a hell of a guy

But enough about me yo let's talk about you
And all the wonderful things that you and I can do
I popped some cash and in a little bit of time
I showed some cash and the girl was mine
I took her over town I wined her and dined her
And she ask me did I like her I said well kinda

All of a sudden she jumped out her seat
Snatched me up by my wrist and took me out to the street
She started grabbin' all over me kissing and hugging
So I shoved her away I said you better stop buggin'

She got mad looked me dead in my face
Threw her hands in the air and yelled out rape
I got scared when she started to yell
So I handed her my wallet and ran like hell

I was duckin' through alleys right and left
But when the cops caught up they almost beat me to death
I was arrested charged with aggravated assault
Yo Clancy we got him
But it wasn't my fault

Nevertheless don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme and get the hell away

I was in a bar one Friday night
Cooling watching a Mike Tyson fight
I was maxin' and relaxin' sippin' on Tequila
When this girl walked up she said hi my name is Sheila

I responded by saying hello
She paid for my drink and then said let's go
20 minutes later things were starting to cook
As we pulled up into her house I said I'm with you toots

The music was soft and there was wine in the glasses
She started winking and making little passes at me
She pat me close that's when she got bold
She started feeling up my back I said oh your hands are cold

We went to her bedroom thinking of one thing
Took the phone off the hook to avoid the annoying ring
I caressed her body and I kissed her cheek
And that's when I observed those satin bed sheets

I felt that it was time for me to make my move
I thought I better hurry up before I busted a groove
I leaned down to kiss her but then out of the blue
A door slammed and a voice said baby where are you

Her boyfriend busted in he grinned an evil grin
And said boy I'm a tear your butt limb from limb
I was scared as hell where I was supposed to go
I just yelled Geronimo and jumped out the window

Just my luck we were in a snow storm
And all I had was my underwear on to keep my warm
And to top the night off I had to break in my place
Because my keys were on pants back on Sheila's book case
I was done sneezing and coughing
I hope this doesn't happen to often

But nevertheless don't mean to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhymes and get the hell away

Yo man you think they see your point
I don't know I don't think they really do
I think you should give 'em another example
Awright give me a scratch let's make it funky right here

I got a ring on my phone May 5th last year
It was my girlfriend Betty I said hello dear
I was just about to call you
I got a couple tickets to the Run DMC concert
I'm wit it
It's 6 O'clock now at eight will you be ready
Yeah
Aight fine see you then Betty

I combed my hair washed and brushed my teeth
Got funky fresh dressed in my La Cox 14th
Got to Betty's at eight I was ready to jet
Until Betty's mom said Betty's not ready yet

I sat there for at least an hour
It was ten after nine before she got in the shower
9:35 she comes downstairs
And said I need a little longer to finish my hair

At 10 o'clock we had then missed the show
She comes downstairs and says let's go
Go where go to sleep I'm gone
I was steamin' like a demon as I drove home

But it just goes to show not trying to bust your bubble
But girls of the world ain't nothing but trouble
So next time a girl gives you the play
Just remember my rhyme just remember my rhymes
Take heed to my rhymes and get the hell away

Man first your parents just don't understand
Ah, don't worry man
Then you having these crazy nightmares
I know why me man why me
What's next
I don't know now these girls man you know how it is
Can't live wit 'em, can't live with out 'em

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