I'Ve Gotta Get A Message To You - Lyrics - Moxy Fruvous

Title: I'Ve Gotta Get A Message To You
Artist: Moxy Fruvous
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

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Lyric:
Well, the preacher turned to me and he smiled
He said, ?Come and walk with me, come and walk one more mile?
Now, for once in your life, you're alone
And you ain't got a dime, there's no time for the phone

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

I told him I'm in no hurry
And if I broke her heart then please tell her I'm sorry
Now for once in my life I'm alone
But I've gotta let her know, one more time before I go

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

Well, I laughed, but that didn't hurt
And it's only her love that keeps me wearing this smirk
Now I'm crying, but deep down inside
I did it to him, now it's my turn to die

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

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I'Ve Got To Get A Message To You - Lyrics - Bee Gees

Title: I'Ve Got To Get A Message To You
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
The preacher talked to me and he smiled
Said, "Come and walk with me, come and walk one more mile
Now, for once in your life, you're alone
But you ain't got a dime, there's no time for the phone"

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

I told him I'm in no hurry
But if I broke her heart then won't you tell her I'm sorry?
And for once in my life I'm alone
And I got to let her know just in time before I go

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

Well, I laughed but that didn't hurt
And it's only her love that keeps me wearing this dirt
Now, I'm crying but deep down inside
Well, I did it to him, now, it's my turn to die

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

Hold on
One more hour and my life will be through
Hold on, hold on

I've just gotta get a message to you
Hold on, hold on
One more hour and my life will be through

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I'Ve Gotta Get A Message To You - Lyrics - Ultimate Bee Gees (2CD+DVD) - Bee Gees

Title: I'Ve Gotta Get A Message To You
Album: Ultimate Bee Gees (2CD+DVD)
Artist: Bee Gees
Composer(s): Maurice Gibb, Barry Gibb, Robin Gibb

Lyric:
The preacher taunted me and he smiled
Said, "Come and walk with me, come and walk one more mile
Now for once in your life you're alone
But you ain't got a dime, there's no time for the phone"

"I've just got to get a message to you, oh la, oh la
One more hour and my life will be through, oh la, oh la"

I told him, "I'm in no hurry
But if I broke her heart, then won't you tell her I'm sorry
And for once in my life I'm alone
And I got to let her know just in time before I go"

"I've just go to get a message to you, oh la, oh la
One more hour and my life will be through, oh la, oh la"

Well I laughed but that didn't hurt
And it's only her love that keeps me wearing this dirt
Now I'm crying but deep down inside
Well I did it to him, now it's my turn to die

I've just got to get a message to you, oh la, oh la
One more hour and my life will be through, oh la, oh la

Oh la, cne more hour and my life will be through, oh la, oh la
I've just got to get a message to her, oh la, oh la

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Listen All You People - Lyrics - This Delicate Thing We've Made - Darren Hayes

Title: Listen All You People
Album: This Delicate Thing We've Made
Artist: Darren Hayes
Composer(s): Robert Conley, Darren Stanley Hayes

Lyric:
Listen all you people, all you lonely and deserted
The departed and the broken hearted
I've got time for you
you can call your friends for we're headed on a journey

All the lonely, the mad, all the bad
Hold a sec, got a message for you
Nothing's peaches and cream
Nothing's quite what it seems, they've been lying to you

All you unhappy wives, all you pregnant brides
All you geeks and you queens
All you sick and you poor
All the drunks on the floor, well, I'm calling to you, oh

Listen all you people, all you lonely and deserted
The departed and the broken hearted
I've got time for you
You can call your friends for we're headed on a journey
We've been held down, we've been pushed down
Now we're through

All the freaks, all the queers, all the thumbs
All the steers, well it's time to give in
There's crack in the door, it's okay to want more
You've been dying for years

All the races you lost, all the loveless that cost you
The hard earned sleep, all the stifled reactions
The screams you been acting
Like no one can hear you, oh

Listen all you people, all you lonely and deserted
The departed and the broken hearted
I've got time for you

Sending out a message, gotta get to you
Sending out a message, is it coming through?
Sending out a message, gotta get to you
Sending out a message, is it coming through?

Listen all you people
(Sending out a message, gotta get to you)
All you lonely and deserted
(Sending out a message)

Oh, listen all you people, all you lonely and deserted
We've been held down, we've been pushed down
Now we're through

Oh, listen all you people, are you lonely and deserted?

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True To The Game - Lyrics - Death Certificate - Ice Cube

Title: True To The Game
Album: Death Certificate
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Raymond Calhoun, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Aey, yeah you, motherfucker
You know who I'm talkin' to
Yeah, you that motherfucker that betrayed
Your homeboys and you ain't shit
Yeah, you about to get your motherfuckin'
Ghetto pass revoked motherfucker
Punk-ass Mark, bitch-made, punk-ass trick in a basket
You got caught up in the mix

It's the nigga ya love to hate with a new song
So what really goes on
Nothin' but a come-up, but ain't that a bitch
They hate to see a young nigga rich
But I refuse to switch even though
'Cause I can't move to the snow
'Cause soon as y'all get some dough
Ya wanna put a white bitch on your elbow

Movin' out your neighborhood
But I walk through the ghetto and the flavor's good
Little kids jumpin' on me
But you, you wanna be white and corny
Living way out
"Nigger go home" spray-painted on your house
Tryin' to be white or a Jew
But ask yourself, who are they to be equal to?

Get the hell out, stop bein' an uncle Tom
You little sell-out, house nigga scum
Give somethin' back to the place
Where you made it from
Before you end up broke
Fuck around and get your ghetto pass revoked
I ain't sayin' no names, you know who you are
You little punk, be true to the game

Yeah, motherfucker
Yeah, you thought we forgot, huh?
Yeah, get a little money
And moves out the neighborhood and shit
But you still ain't shit

When you first start rhymin'
It started off slow and then you start climbin'
But it wasn't fast enough I guess
So you gave your other style a test
You was hardcore hip-hop
Now look at yourself, boy you done flip-flopped
Givin' our music away to the mainstream
Don't you know they ain't down with the team

They just sent they boss over
Put a bug in your ear and now you crossed over
On MTV but they don't care
They'll have a new nigga next year
You out in the cold
No more white fans and no more soul
And you might have a heart attack
When you find out the black folks don't want you back

And you know what's worse?
You was just like the nigga in the first verse
Stop sellin' out your race
And wipe that stupid-ass smile off your face
Niggas always gotta show their teeth
Now I'm a be brief be true to the game

Yeah motherfucker, I see you got your fancy cars and shit
But you know what, you still ain't shit
That's right, I caught you slippin'
You know I could've gat you
Yeah, but I didn't even trip

A message to the Oreo cookie
Find a mirror and take a look, G
Do you like what you see?
But you're quick to point the finger at me
You wanna be the big fish, you little guppy
Black man can't be no yuppie
You put on your suit and tie and your big clothes
You don't associate with the Negroes

You wanna be just like Jack
But Jack is callin' you a nigga behind your back
So back off genius
I don't need you to correct my broken English
You know that's right you ain't white
So stop holdin' your ass tight
'Cause you can't pass
So why you keep tryin' to pass with your black ass?

Mister big
But in reality, you're shorter than a midge
You only got yourself to blame
Get a grip, Oreo and be true to the game

And Ice Cube practices what he preaches
He continues to live in South Central, Los Angeles
And he puts his money into projects that improve the neighborhood
Be true to the game

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Be Me - Lyrics - Scorpion - Eve

Title: Be Me
Album: Scorpion
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): R Pile, M Gomez, A Mitchell, E Jeffers

Lyric:
I'm just trying to be me, to be me

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

Uh oh, when I was broke cats was like do that
Now that I got something cats is like screw that
They wish I could've blew that
Back with them complaining

Spassing, stressed out, not maintaining
I move on speak shit so far from so long
You the one that made me go forth and go on
Blew up called me cherry bomb

Changed my hair from blond
Mad 'cause I can go investigate the whole Gucci line
Let me live niggas, did this with my own rhymes
Publishing's a motherfucker baby and I own mines

Worked hard, I deserve the best in life
She stay clean, I deserve to be dressed up right
She spits mean, God definitely blessed her right

We can all buy diamonds and furs nothing to tell
We can all buy the mall with nothing to sell
Your career's dead wrong, change your style
Wear a wail

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

Mad 'cause we got shit dropped what I dropped shit
Mad 'cause we killing it all we do is drop hits
Long cash, twenty-one, investigating in stock shit
Call the [unverified] long so I could cock shit

Now I'm supposed to down play all the things I want in my life
Got my own money now, ain't gotta be nobody wife
Only if I want to, not 'cause I need to
Choose the situations I do and do not go through

I told you I was gonna make it big, gonna grow
This is dedicated to all of the haters that didn't know
But they know who it was haters created my buzz
Talking about me made people wonder who she was

And I'm here now going on my second year now
Fuck it, we could take it there, keep at a stare down
Now I think that my message is clear now
That bitch E V E singing what you hear now

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

Traveling to me away was Atlantic City
Now, float me in a boat in the Atlantic feel me
Gotta come to the table with something 'cause I got mine
Gotta spoil Eve royally, not just like pipe line

Say I ain't your type, matches make you jelly
(Lying)
I said it before, I can fill my own belly, uh, need you for what
Get in where you fit in, if you can

I'ma keep it comfortable, that's my plan understand
I'm just trying to be me, bubble and Philly bitch
Coarse I'ma boss and floss, I ain't no silly bitch
Bet she come fully equipped from chips to whip

Keys to her own crib, big shit to grip
I'm living it down, so ya simmer it down
Went from ooh sheek to, oh I remember her now
Niggas couldn't stand her, now they wanna give her a pound
Wanna know her 'cause my feet is planted in the ground

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl

One, 'cause I really wanna see the world
Two, always knew I was a super girl
Three, staying laced in diamonds and pearls
(To be me)
That's the way you gotta treat a girl
...

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Pass It On - Lyrics - Forever Everlasting - Everlast

Title: Pass It On
Album: Forever Everlasting
Artist: Everlast
Composer(s): B Bashir, Everlast Marvin Gaye

Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen, we've have the Everlast in the house tonight
I think they got something they want to say

I'm here to uplift, I don't bug, I don't drift
Away from my subjects, not even if my
Music stops or my beat is gone
I'm just here to express myself and pass it on

Speak much words of wisdom, Everlast has to jism
So sit back, relax, kick up your feet and listen to E
'Cause that's me no others can be, half as fine
I'll blow your mind, with the M I C

Get off the tip quick, boy you're making me sick
No other brother could be as smart as my man Kool Nick
Understand, he's my man with the plan
We come to parties with the possies, just to gain some fans

The posse is strong, the lines are long
People flocking to my shows just to hear a song like this
It's not a diss, it's a mouth full of bliss
Throw your hands in the air and blow me a kiss from the crowd

'Cause I'm proud, I'll say my name loud
Everlast pounds songs like a thunderin' cloud
It's not rock and roll, it's hip hop music
It's got a lot of soul if you learn how to use it

Well, I'm here to tell suckers, go to hell
Others tried to take me down, there the ones who fell
Ignorence, was then there for
Take it a little at a time, don't go for it all at once

'Cause that's just stupid, it don't make cents
Just relax and move your body don't look so tense
I'm not here to diss nobody, I'm just having some fun
Everlast lasts forever that's why I'm number one so pass it on

With the forty in my fist, brakin' out my list
Of all the suckers I'm out to diss
There's none to match me, or ever catch me
Off my guard so they can scratch me

Off the MC All-Star Team
Everlast is number one, that means I reign supreme
'Cause there ain't no others, listen up brother
Just 'cause I'm white don't mean that I'm another sucker

On the microphone, frontin' and fakin'
Not Mexican, Asian, Black, or Jamaican
Just a sensation made to be Caucasian
Get ready brothers, here comes an invasion

Don't try to stop it, you got a rhyme, drop it
You might detect that respects my topic
I won't rush you, but I'll discuss it
Go ahead and pop your shot if you think you can bust it

Bit I'ma go on, I'm gonna talk some more
I guarantee you won't be bored if you get on the floor
And go for yours, say that you did it
Get up get out your seats get on the floor and get with it

And listen to the rhyme I like to call mine
I rehearsed every verse and soon you will find
Not one mistake so don't try to brake
Or talk about takin' out my dope rhymes I make just pass 'em on

You're going wild for my flowing style
I don't stutter, I utter words, versatile
I'm entertaining with my brain, and always wearing a smile
I don't front, I don't fake, I run the whole mile

You clap 'cause I snap like a Crocodile
Whether I'm on the stage or in my domicile
I'm not feelin', I'ma smokin' tell you I'm no joke
You schemin' for my lyrics 'cause you know they're dope

Don't give me no no more wap, pour me glass of Rosae
I say soul to your health, and then I blow you away
Now said Simon on the Pieman, just rhymin' from my highway
The ones on the ladder, success I'm climbin'

Fierce like a lion, keepin' ducks tame
Murderin' into bits of MC's till none remain
Whose getting dumb, I'm number one shinin' like the sun
With a mic and my host and I'm on the run

Gunnin' down M.C.s and writin' on the wall
I gotta show down if you got the balls
Commence is my defense 'cause you makin' me tense
I make a lot a dollars but I make more cents so pass it on

Pass it on, pass it down the line
I can throw with the best, I go rhyme for rhyme
With that something claimin' talent
Thinkin' they got something
But what you don't realize is Everlast is number one

'Cause Everlast is on a superior level
Go ahead and laugh, call me a devil
I won't care, yeah, my skin is fair
But I fill it rhyme for rhyme anytime or where with you

Or any part of your crew and when I finish, you'll diminish
Take a sip of my brew and step off
Clear my throat with a cough and bust a move
To show 'em prove that I'm hard not soft

And with my DJ Bilal my beat will be furnish
You'll find with my rhyme your mind will be nourished
With wisdom and knowledge, yeah, I went to college
And if you get dissed, I won't apologize

'Cause that's not part of my rise, and I go on and on I go to any length
Just to show you when I throw my rhymes on the strength
I like to see the crowd moving when I come on
I'm trying to get my message across and pass it on

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Man In The Mirror - Lyrics - Number Ones - Michael Jackson

Title: Man In The Mirror
Album: Number Ones
Artist: Michael Jackson
Composer(s): Glen Ballard, Siedah Garrett

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Lyric:
I'm going to make a change
For once in my life
It's gonna feel real good
Gonna make a difference, gonna make it right

As I turned up the collar on my favorite winter coat
This wind is blowin' my mind
I see the kids in the street with not enough to eat
Who am I to be blind, pretending not to see their need?

A summer's disregard, a broken bottle top
And one man's soul
They follow each other on the wind ya know?
'Cause they got nowhere to go, that's why I want you to know

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change

I've been a victim of a selfish kinda love
It's time that I realize
There are some with no home, not a nickel to loan
Could it be, really mean, pretending that they're not alone?

A willow deeply scarred, somebody's broken heart
And a washed out dream
(Washed out dream)
They follow the pattern of the wind ya see
'Cause they got no place to be that's why I'm starting with me

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make a change

I'm starting with the man in the mirror
I'm asking him to change his ways
And no message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make that change

I'm starting with the man in the mirror, oh yeah
I'm asking him to change his ways, yeah
(Come on, change)
No message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself and then make the change

You gotta get it right, while you got the time
'Cause when you close your heart
(You can't close your, your mind)
Then you close your mind

With the man in the mirror, oh yeah
(That man, that man, that man)
I'm asking him to change his ways
(Change)
No message could have been any clearer
If you wanna make the world a better place
Take a look at yourself then make that change

I'm gonna make a change
It's gonna feel real good
Come on
(Change)
Just lift yourself
You know, you got to stop it yourself
(Yeah)

Make that change
(I gotta make that change today, oh)
(Man in the mirror)
You got to, you got to not let yourself, brother oh
Yeah, that man
(Make that change)
(I gotta make that make me then make)
You got, you got to move
Come on, come on
You got to stand up, stand up, stand up
(Make that change)
Stand up and lift yourself, now
(Man in the mirror)
Make that change
(Gonna make that change, come on)
(Man in the mirror)
You know it, you know it, you know it, you know
Change, make that change

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New Friend Request - Lyrics - As Cruel as School Children - Gym Class Heroes

Title: New Friend Request
Album: As Cruel as School Children
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Dave Katz

Lyric:
I remember when I first laid eyes on you
My man Tom introduced us but I was too shy to say, ?Hi?
When I finally built up enough nerve to drop a line
You made it clear you wasn?t just another MySpace mistress

I didn?t take it personal
When you ignored my request to be your friend
I spilled my guts and hit send
Waited two weeks for a response and got nothing
Honestly, it only made me want you more

Week four rolled around and I was this close to letting go
But something wouldn?t let me even though I hardly knew you
It was plain to see we were meant to lock lips
You knock me out with the brass knuckle tats on your hips

I was on this website late night lurking
When I got a message from you that was labeled, ?Urgent!?
You said that you weren?t impressed by lame dudes with no game
They?re all the same trying to get your instant messaging name

But the fact that you hit me back made me smile
You must of saw something you liked
When you were skimming through my profile
You caught me at the most pivotal moment
So now I?m e-mailing my love with a dozen digital roses

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Let?s face it, it?s a sad situation
When we have to resort to keyboards as a means to making relations
But I don?t have the patience, I get straight to the point
So this is me at my most honest
No ego, no gym class status, just Travis

Love it or leave it, but you gotta admit
On a scale of one to awesome, I?m the shit
Just get over it and add me god damn it
I?ve been waiting too long
I even wrote a song about it

Like to here it? here it go
If I?m being too annoying, let me know
(Just let me know)
But it?s hard for me to not hate, when I?m on MySpace
I never see my face in your top eight

Approaching six weeks now
It?s kinda obvious that your either occupied or playing a game
All my money is on the latter
This is not an ?LOL? matter

Why would you pass up a chance this great?
If there was two forces, and I split them down the middle
I could swing back and forth for three days, rephrase
If I had two horses and I beat them with authority
I?d gallop all the way to Canada to see your face

But all I got is this Power Book and iChat
Besides I hit you all the time and you never write back
I stay on my feet
(Shit)
And be persistent until my name is under who you'd like to meet

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Who cares if we don?t know each other?s last name?
All I know is that I?m smittin? with your pictures
Wishing you would feel the same
I admit I get a little jealous when other dudes leave you comments
Don?t let it gash you up, it?s all nonsense

Maybe I?ve been romancing a thought
Of me and you speaking in tongues
In this mansion I bought but it?s all wishful thinking
Just give me some kind of sign
And let me know I?m not freaking you out

And if you lovin? what I?m speaking about than sing something
I check my inbox ten times and ain?t nothing
You probably busy doing something sexy
I just hope I?m in your thoughts next time you log in

And if not, ain?t no love lost between you and me
I?ll be here like your man in fully down as he used to be
So yeah, it?s time to sign out my vision's getting blurry
This is madness, XOXO dash Travis

Just click approve
It?s so simple
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

Click approve
You're killing me here
Show me some kind of sign
And let me know it?s time to make my move

Click approve
Come on girl
Baby I?m one of a kind
And I ain?t got time to lose

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How Do I Get Close - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: How Do I Get Close
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
Living in a world where the flesh is cheap
Body touches body but it's only skin deep
I can hold you in my arms every time that you weep
But we've lost that emotional flow

Living on a planet full of emptiness
With maximum exposure, full of sleaziness
But the make up on your face can't disguise loneliness
Where designer feelings are in vogue, what do they know?

Darlin', darlin' how do I get close to you
When I'm trying, trying my heart is reaching out to you
How do I get close to you?
In this world without feeling
Where words have no meaning
If I were lying, lying, I'd have more chance of reaching you
But I'm crying, crying, but I can't get my message through
How do I get close to you?

Get close to the sinners, trying hard to repent
Get close to the homeless, wasters and the innocent
Get close to the souls ignored and forgotten by the establishment

People get afraid to touch, in case it rubs off on them
Gotta get close, yeah, people gotta stay close, close, close, close
People gotta stay close

Though we seem together, it's breaking my heart
This world is full of barriers that keep us apart
Keep it superficial before feelings can start
In a world that's all glitter and glow, what do they know?

Darlin', darlin' I can't communicate to you
Without crying, crying I can't get a message through
How do I get close to you?
In the world without feeling
Where words have no meaning

How could I get close?
How could I get close?

Darlin', darlin' how do I get close to you
When you're surviving
Surviving in a world that's making us confused
Guess I'm afraid of losing you, in this world without feeling
Somehow we gotta stay close

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Ridin - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Ridin
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Oscar Edward Salinas, Juan Carlos Jr Salinas, Hakeem Seriki, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, try and catch me ridin dirty

Grindin' to see if they can see me lean
I'm tense, so it ain't easy to be seen
When you see me ride by they can see these gleam
And my shine on the deck and the TV screen
Now ridin with a new chick, she like, "Hold up"
Next to the Playstation controlla

It's a full clip and my pistolla, send a jacker into a coma
Girl you ain't know I'm crazy like Krayzie Bone
Just tryin' bone, ain't tryin' have no babies
Ride clean as hell, so I pull in ladies

Laws on patrol and you know they hate me
Music turned up all the way to the maximum
I got speakers, some niggaz tryin' jack for some
But we packin' somethin' and what we have for um

We'll have a nigga locked up in a maximum, security cell
I'm grippin' oak , music loud and I'm tippin' slow
Twins steady twistin' like, 'Hit this dough'
D's behind and it's in re-throwed

Windows down, gotta stop pollution
City change just like, "Who is that producin'?"
That's the Play N Skillz when we out and cruisin'
Got warrants in every city except Houston but I still ain't losin'

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

I've been and smokin', holy shit 'cause I really can't focus
I gotta get it home before the po-po's scope this
Big ole Excursion just swerve'n, all up in the curb'n
A nigga be sippin' on the Hennessey and the Gin again

It's in again we in the wind
Don't wanna hold up while I puff on the blunt
I roll another one up, and leave it like
We ain't givin' a fuck, I got a blunt up in my right hand

40 0z. in my lap, freezin' my balls
Rollin' up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs
Yo' I gotta hit the back streets

Wanted by the six-five and I got heat
Glock, glock shots to the block, we creep creep
Pop pop hope cops don't see me on the low key
With no regard for the law, we dodge 'em like, "Fuck 'em all"

But I won't get caught up and brought
Up on charges for none of y'all
Keep a gun in car and a blunt to spark
Wonder if you want nigga it poppin' dog
Ready or not, we bust shots off in the air
Krayzie Bone and Chamillionaire

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

You wouldn't think it so, I tried to let cha go
Turn on my blanker light, and then I swang it slow
And they upset for fa sho' 'cause they think they know
That they catchin' me with plenty of the drank and dro'

So they get behind me, tryin' to take my tags
Look in my rear view and they smilin'
Thinkin' they'll catch me in the wrong, they keep tryin'
Steady denyin' that it's racial profilin'

Houston, Texas you can check my tags
Pull me over, try to check my slab
Glove compartment, gotta get my cash
'Cause the crooked cops'll try to come up fast

Bein' the balla that I am, I'm talk to them not givin' a
Damn about them not feelin' my attitude
When they realize I ain't even ridin dirty
Bet you'll be leavin' with an even madder mood

Then I'll laugh at you then I'll have to cruise
Ya my number two on some old school DJ Screw
You can't arrest me, plus you can't sue
This is a message to the laws, tell 'em, "We hate you"

I could be tough tell 'em that they shoulda known
Tippin' down, sittin' crooked on my chrome
Bookin' my phone, findin' a chick I wanna bone
Like they couldn't stop me
I'm 'bout to pull up at your home, and it's on

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

They see me rollin', they hatin' patrollin'
And tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

My music so loud I'm swangin'
They hopin' that they gone catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty
Tryin' to catch me ridin dirty, tryin' to catch me ridin dirty

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Doowutchyalike - Lyrics - Sex Packets - Digital Underground

Title: Doowutchyalike
Album: Sex Packets
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): Bernard Worrell, William Earl Collins, Garry Marshall Shider, Jr., George Clinton, David Elliott, Gregory E. Jacobs, David L. Spradley

Lyric:
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

Now as the record spins around, you recognize this sound
Well, it's the Underground,
You know that we're down with wutchyalike
Yeah, with wutchyalike, yeah
And though we're usually on the serious tip, check it out
Tonight we're gonna flip and trip and let it all hang out tonight
We're gonna say what we like

'Cause, yo, yo, we wanna know how many people in the flow
Would like to just let yourselves go and doowutchyalike
Yeah, well tonight's your night
Just eat food, try not to be crude or rude
Kill the attitude, chill the serious mood
And doowutchyalike
Yeah, and doowutchyalike, everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, go whereyalike
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

I mean rich, poor, high, low, or upper-middle class
Let's all get together and have a few laughs
And do what we like
Yeah, and do what we like, yeah
And since you came here you gotta show and prove
And do that dance, until it don't move
Doowutchyalike
Sometimes I bite

Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat
And if you're dirty, then go take a bath
Messed up the line?
Nope, sometimes I don't rhyme
Help yourself to a cracker, with a spread of cheddar cheese
Have a neck bone, you don't have to say please
Eat wutch ya like, yo, smell how ya like
Everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, doowutchyalike, you know what I'm sayin'?
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
(Whatever you like to do, talk how ya like)
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool
'Cause everybody's gonna strip, and jump in the pool
And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like
Homegirls, for once, forget you got class
See a guy you like, just grab 'em in the biscuits
And doowutchyalike

Now, red, white, black, tan, yellow, or brown
It really doesn't matter, we can all get down
And do what we like, yeah, and do what we like
From a pink-skinned yankee, to a blue black southerner
Ditch digger or a governor
Just doowutchyalike
Look how ya like

Now don't you know we're gettin' busy, it can't be corrected
[Incomprehensible] had to be deaf
I say what I like
Like I said, sometimes we bite
Even though you don't think it's right, yo, I like to bite
Just havin' fun y'all, and if you think that it's wrong
You got to admit, it's a new type of song
Doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, go where ya like
Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yo, do who ya like
Ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Alright, here we go, y'all, doowutchyalike

Talk how ya like
Drink wutch ya like
Grab who ya like
Feel wutch ya like
Eat wutch ya like
Scratch where ya like
Itch if ya like
Daddy, can I go outside?
Huh, go where ya like, kid

A brief announcement to all radio DJ's
If this record is currently being played at your station
We will provide the following time for you
To announce your station identification
We'd also like to add that we've now reached
The three-and-a-half minute mark of this song
Radio stations may begin your fade here
For those that would like help, we will start your fade for you

Now if this record is being played at a club, disco
Lounge, house, basement, or block party
Car stereo, stoop, or at any other social gathering
We will now allow the beat to continue
And proceed to give you more of what you like
This message has been brought to you by the makers of
The Way We Swing, and the Underground Talkhowyalike Posse

I feel like a nice big bowl of cereal, icy cold milk
Daddy, can I eat some ice cream?
Look, I told you kid, eat wutch ya like, okay?

Now the beat goes on 'til the break of dawn
And just peep this, y'all, 'cause we're singin' a song
And doowutchyalike, yeah doowutchyalike
And since you came here you gotta show and prove
And do that dance, until it don't move, and doowutchyalike
Like I said, sometimes we bite, now we're all gettin' stupid
And actin' a fool, anything that ya really wanna do is cool
So, Goldfingers, cut wutch ya like

Now if you're hungry, get yourself something to eat
And if you're dirty, then go take a bath
And doowutchyalike
Stetsasonics, adjust for the hip hop fans
And since we're not your average everyday rap band
Yo, Piano Man, play how ya like

Just act a fool, it's okay if you drool
Everybody's gonna strip, and jump in the pool
An' what, wait a minute, wait a minute
Don't take your clothes off yet, not yet
Wait 'til we get home
Now if you wear corrective shoes and you got big bunions
Toenails smell and look like onions, don't doowutchyalike
Go see a foot doctor tonight
Everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Yeah, doowutchyalike
Ooh, ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Just doowutchyalike
Ooh, ooh, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh
Everybody doowutchyalike
Ooh, ooh, I see guys and girls dancin', ooh, ooh

Straight hair, curled, casual and glamor
A shy girl, or loud like a bama
From Connecticut, or from Louisiana
Bad table etiquette, too much chatter
Very well spoken, or real bad grammar
I minority token, a brother in the slammer

A free civilian with a house in Santa Ana
If ya got a million, and live in Atlanta
If you got a weak bladder, or can't climb a ladder
What we're sayin' is, it really doesn't matter
I need a word that sounds like 'atta'
Slipped on a peel of banana, doowutchyalike

Yeah, cool, gettin' stupid
Once again you got the sound of the Underground
Baby Dope is in the house
Boy, yea, are we puttin' things in check, Baby D?
Too stupid check
I'm wit' it, yea, yo Dave
Let's show 'em some old school

It makes no sense just standin' around
Come on everybody, let's all hang out
Yeah, and doowutwelike
From a lime to a lemon, a lemon to a lime
Come on, young ladies, let's have good times
And doowutwelike

Now, I can sing, I can dance, I'm the king of romance
Are you sweet young ladies gonna give me a chance
To doowutchyalike?
And get that thing packed tonight
Vanessa Williams, ooh, you're so divine
Just wanted to put your name in my rhyme
And doowutchyalike
Yeah, everybody doowutchyalike

Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh
Ooh ooh, ooh ooh

I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
I see, I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'
I see, I see, I see, I see guys and girls dancin'

End the record how we like

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The Coming - Lyrics - Soul Food - Goodie Mob

Title: The Coming
Album: Soul Food
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Willie Knighton, Raymon Murray, Robert Barnett, Patrick Brown, Erin Johnson, Thomas Burton, Cameron Gipp, Rico Wade

Lyric:
As I begin fall in, I spark da riot, no longer quiet
I got a voice that's in ya ear, stand clear
It's madness everywhere I look but can't see so much
I can't explain how I feel on da real

Everyday is like a ferris, looking to find some wheels
Homey after homey dying over humbug
Keeping my mind immune to pain
I'm going insane just thinking about the past

At last, it's a future I can see much more that I got older
So I know how the game goes telling me like I can't cope
It's the dope you smoke that's why you looking at me ready to jack
'Cause that crack got your back broke

Have to learn the hard way out the hood, thank it's real
When it's flaw I saw this nigga get shot in front of my school
It wasn't cool, that gangsta shit affects not poppin' off
Just da 'jects 360 degrees all due with respect

It's da comin' of da killin' tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool
Watch me rule bitch, killin' tool click
Watch the killin' tool, watch the killin' tool click

Waa-tah, tha angelical Ninja when ya blink
You'll need a shrink, how da fuck did you think
Dat I could be sniped nigga? See you fuckin' right
I'm mo' try to kill ya, straight drill ya

I take my fuckin life serious
You attack my self defense is war period
I know niggas all over the Swats
Niggaz that'll get in yo' ass on the spot

Concoct like a wise wizard just 'cause I wear tha red eye
You may think I'm a high nigga
But looks could be deceiving
God lives within me and brother I feel Him

I speak to God before I take my gat and juice ya
'Cause He tha one that's holding my future
See as you learn me you journey out of time
'Cause your present state I gotta take ya out ya mind

Y'all done let tha devil tear your perfect world up
Got men sleepin' wit men and girls wit girls
Seems all right to you, hey but to me that's taboo, yes I do

Fuck that dumb shit, I comes wit, drums hit
Some get tha hummin', comin' from tha witch doctor's gunin'
Killin' tool click, come with the killin' tool click

[Incomprehensible] with soap sent you home
With yo' shit pokin' out, the loft shoutin' out obscenities
No it's just a dream but I'm a sore loser
Figg murderer, crosses burnin' in my front yard

KKK throwin' up rallies but not no more in these parts
Trespassers gets penalized, 2:13 A.M.
Basic nine channel surfin', this one eyed monster
Servin' it's purpose, Clampett's biggest hustle 1999

Three dollars plus shippin' an' handlin'
Major credit card holders accepted but I'm a minority
Septic tank on ABC
Turner broadcasting niggas done already took over this bitch

System just still runnin' to be or not to be
Done in at the push of a button
Is the question, I think they got this bitch rigged to blow up in my face
Duddy the first African American to walk in space

Now who you think had the pleasure of tryin' on they new suit
The nightmare continues, are we just penny gig's?

Comin' of da killin' tool click, come back to rule bitch
Comin' of da killin' tool click, killin' tool click, killin' tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, come back to rule bitch
Comin' of da killin' tool click, tool click, tool click

East Point, on the concrete is where I make my money at
On this concrete is where I make my livin' at
On this concrete is where your blood can flow
On this concrete, fool if I don't get tha dough

I'm pumpin' thangs out of suite 116
Got the Arab sewed up, stitched up, buckle up, buckle down
Hit the sto' 7-Tre-1 as soon as I exit 166, traffic gettin' stuck
But fuck this, I hit tha back streets, ended up coming down Childress

Ain't no space cut through the Fina, so I park, I hit my usual
I fuck and hold, flip and fold, no life insurance
But I got my Grady card depress me, stress me
Tha same that exploit me suppress me
Break Cam, run thinkin' of a son trying to see through tha fog
Just to see how far who's coming out the woods

And I suggest you don't fuck wit us, cracker, you stuck wit us
And you know how long we been waiting for you
Devil, We know what you been contemplating to do
We have been here before but surprise again

It is time for niggas to uprise again
But we've been down for so long that you wondering how
It ain't a weapon that you got that can stop me now
Because we don't die, we won't die

And won't never get no better if we don't try
But don't get scared niggas get prepared, I gotta care
'Cause them fuckin' devils never cared so come and find us
Get behind us, if you ain't hear the message clear then rewind us
'Cause we comin', we comin', we comin', comin', comin', yeah

Comin' of da killin' tool click, come back to prove it
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, watch da tool click
Atlanta's got a killin' tool click, these boys got a killin' tool click
Killin' tool click, killin' tool click

Southwest Atlanta, Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest
I suggest you don't mess with Southwest

[Incomprehensible]
Killin' tool click, killin' tool click, killin' tool click

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I Wanna Know Your Name - Lyrics - Again - 2gether

Title: I Wanna Know Your Name
Album: Again
Artist: 2gether
Composer(s): Evan A Rogers, Carl Sturken, George Duke

Lyric:
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon
I wanna know your name

I never knew that love could put a spell on me
Then you walked into the room, yeah, oh
What to do? Should I let my package show
Or should I try and play it cool?

I've been foolin', I've been playin'
For so long, my heart's been waitin'
Finally love someone like you, oh
Now my heart's anticipatin'
All the love we could be makin'
I gotta get this message through

(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I wanna know your name
(I wanna know your name)
I wanna know everything about you
Driving me insane
I wanna know your name

How can I let you know?
(How can I let you know?)
I wanna get right next to you
Checkin' the way you flow
I wanna know your name

Tell me now, where have you been all my life?
Are you real or just a dream?
You know, I'm down
Anything you want to do
So won't you come and go with me?

I can't take it, please don't fake it
Here's my heart, now don't you break it
'Cause you know I'm all about you
I am itchin', can't deny it
There's no creams out there, can't fight it
What can I say? What can I do?

(C'mon, c'mon, c'mon)
I wanna know your name
I wanna know everything about you
(Oh, baby)
Driving me insane
(Driving me insane)
I wanna know your name

How can I let you know?
(How can I let?)
I wanna get right next to you
(To you)
Checkin' the way you flow
(Checkin' the way you flow)
I wanna know your name

I want you, I need you
I really like to please you
You got it, I need it
It's time that you believe it

You lookin' so fine tonight, baby
I just wanna drive you around in my Viper, yeah
We gonna speed through town, the top down
Your legs straddling the seat, oh man

What's your name, what's your name, what's your name?
I wanna know your name
What's your name, what's your name?
What's your name, what's your name?

I wanna know your name
(I wanna know)
I wanna know everything about you
Driving me insane
(Driving me)
I wanna know your name

How can I let you know?
(How can I let you know?)
(Can I let you know?)
I wanna get right next to you
Checkin' the way you flow
(Checkin' the way you)
I wanna know your name

I wanna know your name
(I wanna know)
I wanna know everything about you
Driving me insane
(Driving me)
I wanna know your name

How can I let you know?
(How can I let?)
I wanna get right next to you
Checkin' the way you flow
I wanna know your name

What's your name, what's your name?
What's your name, what's your name?

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Spell It O. U. T. - Lyrics - Girl Like Me - Emma Bunton

Title: Spell It O. U. T.
Album: Girl Like Me
Artist: Emma Bunton
Composer(s): Christopher Braide, Andrew Marcus Frampton, Emma Bunton

Lyric:
If I spell it O U T
Will you get the message finally?
I don't wanna fight you see
But it's the end for you and me

Sorry that it had to be
But that's the reality
Do I have to spell it O U T
For you to see?

Dream on in your own little world
Keep thinking I'm your girl, baby, I wish you well
But boy, the fact remains, my story's still the same
Hard as it is to tell

I've said it all a thousand times
Now I gotta be cruel to be kind

If I spell it O U T
Will you get the message finally?
I don't wanna fight you see
But it's the end for you and me

Sorry that it had to be
But that's the reality
Do I have to spell it O U T
For you to see?

Oh yeah

You don't get what I say, you want it all your way
Hear what you wanna hear
So now I'm showing you, this time we're really through
The writing on the wall is clear

You'll never make me change my mind
So I'm gonna be cruel to be kind

If I spell it O U T
(O U T)
Will you get the message finally?
And I don't wanna fight you see
(Yeah, yeah)
But it's the end for you and me

Sorry that it had to be
(Had to be)
But that's the reality
Do I have to spell it O U T
For you to see?

(Yeah)
You know I gotta
(Yeah, hey)
Spell it O U T
(Gotta tell you now)
End for you and me

You know I gotta
Mmm, yeah, hey
(Spell it O U T)
Gotta hear what I say, yeah
Gotta hear what I say

If I spell it O U T
(If I spell it O, if I spell it O U T)
Will you get the message finally?
(Finally)
I don't wanna fight you see
(Don't wanna fight, I'm walking out the door)
But it's the end for you and me
(It's the end of you and me)

Sorry that it had to be
(Sorry that it had, sorry that it had to be)
But that's the reality
Do I have to spell it O U T?

Spell it O U T
Do I have to spell it O U T
For you to see?

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Radio Interruption - Lyrics - The Sound of Revenge - Chamillionaire

Title: Radio Interruption
Album: The Sound of Revenge
Artist: Chamillionaire
Composer(s): Nsilo Kharonde Reddick, Hakeem Seriki, Nicholas Sherwood

Lyric:
This for the streets, nah this for the radio
This for the streets, nah this for the radio
This for the streets, nah this for the radio
Well it's for radio then just keep it street, well go on do it then

Nah, that ain't a problem at all my man
Got a lot of rubber bands, time to count up all my grands
Well, go on do it then put a ninth caller in
Now we got a lot of jams, we gon' play a lot of Cham

Well, go on do it then, she can say she is not a fan
Tell me she ain't got a man, plus she got a lot of damn
And she love how the Impala can
Change a bunch of colors like you lookin' at a hologram

She wanna ride off on 24's
Butterfly do's raise up, she feelin' so
special and she like my music better slow
Tell me that I'm fin' to blow, I reply to her, "I know"

So let me break it down and do somethin' I know the ladies can feel
She say she's lovin' my style, she say she's lovin' my style
Turn on the radio and you probably hearin' nothin' but the
Chamillitary Mayne

We interruptin' this sound just to let you hear a message from me
I'm representin' the South, I'm representin' the South
And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street
Go on do it then

I got a white girl, I call her Shady Aftermath
'Cause she love a rapper, see a nigga she gonna snatch him fast
Fine and you can't say that she don't have an ass
Plus her eyes green enough to even up and match my cash

Hispanic college girl that love to dance right after class
Pray the way she back that ass up her class she has to pass
The others bad and black, take her to the bachelor pad
Crib big yo, her man's crib is less than half of that

Call up the DJ's on your radio
They'll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow
My radio station doesn't play it though
Say he gotta make somethin' for the ladies so

So let me break it down and do somethin' I know the ladies can feel
She say she's lovin' my style, she say she's lovin' my style
Turn on the radio and you probably hearin' nothin' but the
Chamillitary Mayne

We interruptin' this sound just to let you hear a message from me
I'm representin' the South, I'm representin' the South
And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street
Go on do it then

Relax boy, lax boy, revenge is the sound
I've made it here, America gon' have to feel me now
Hear that bass come rumblin', boys see me actin' up
Also see that fast pyoom pyoom when I pass him up

Turn it up, tell the listeners to listen here
Listenin' here the sickest rapper in the Southern hemisphere
Yeah, keep it gutter, suckers missin' in the picture yeah
We erased them from the game, commercial rappers disappear

Call up the DJ's on your radio
They'll say Chamillionaire got a crazy flow
My radio station doesn't play it though
Say he gotta make somethin' for the ladies so

So let me break it down and do somethin' I know the ladies can feel
She say she's lovin' my style, she say she's lovin' my style
Turn on the radio and you probably hearin' nothin' but the
Chamillitary Mayne

We interruptin' this sound just to let you hear a message from me
I'm representin' the South, I'm representin' the South
And know how we get down, know we gotta keep it gutter and street
Go on do it then

Now they know the name that's running the game
Them boyz down in Houston that got the streets on lock
But just in case they slow and don't know
Somebody tell em the name, Chamillitary Mayne

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