I Wanna Be A Hillbilly - Lyrics - Doin' Somethin' Right - Billy Currington

Title: I Wanna Be A Hillbilly
Album: Doin' Somethin' Right
Artist: Billy Currington
Composer(s): Brett Jones

Lyric:
I wanna be a hillbilly prayin' for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly

The city folks got worries, a country boy's got none
All I wanna be is the daddy of a farmer's son
The subdivisions are silly, I wanna be a hillbilly

I wanna be a hillbilly prayin' for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly

When I get finished plowin', I'm gonna go to the pond
And take my sweet baby and have some good clean fun
You gotta work, that's a pity, I'm gonna be a hillbilly

I wanna be a hillbilly prayin' for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly, so

When I die, throw a big fine wake
And have a party in the barn, let me lie in state
An' plant me under that oak tree, I wanna be a hillbilly

I wanna be a hillbilly prayin' for the rain
Drink corn whiskey, raise a little cane
You can have the big city, I wanna be a hillbilly
The subdivisions are silly, I wanna be a hillbilly

Play the MP3 online for free!

a03d8c3e3833036c433ce19016811bae

Hillbilly Rap - Lyrics - Neal Mccoy

Title: Hillbilly Rap
Artist: Neal Mccoy
Composer(s): William A Attaway, Paul Henning, Irving Burgie, Bernard Edwards, Nile Gregory Rodgers

Lyric:
Day o, day ay ay o
Daylight come an' we wanna go home
Daylight come an' we wanna go home
Daylight come an' we wanna go home
Daylight come an' we wanna go home

Hey Mr. Tally man, tally me banana
Daylight come an' we wanna go home
All you people come an' play on the piano
Daylight come an' we wanna go home

Let's do it

Whoah, listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
And then one day, he was shootin' at some food
An' up through the ground come a bubblin' crude
(A bub-bub-bubblin' crude)
Bub-bub-bubblin' crude

Well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire
The kinfolk said, "Jed, move away from there"
He said, "California is the place you oughta be"
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly
(B-b-beverly)
B-b-beverly

Whoah, listen to a story 'bout a man named Jed
A poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed
And then one day, he was shootin' at some food
An' up through the ground come a bubblin' crude
(A bub-bubblin' crude)
Bub-bub-bubblin' crude

Hey, well, the first thing you know, old Jed's a millionaire
The kinfolk said, "Jed, move away from there"
He said, "California is the place you oughta be"
So they loaded up the truck and they moved to Beverly
(B-b-beverly)
B-b-beverly

I said hip hop hip hip hippity hip hip hop
You don't stop rockin' to the bang bang boogie
Sit up, jump the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie to be
I said what you hear is not on text, I'm a rappin' to the beat

'Cept me, him, a loody toot
We're gonna try an' move your feet
I said I am wonder mic
and I brought two friends along

And next on the mic is my man Hank
C'mon Hank, sing that song
Check it out
Well I'm a CAS and an OVA

And the rest is FLY
You see I go by the name of Casanova
For these reasons, I'll tell you why
I said my name is known all over the world

By the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
And when you step inside
Do the freak, do the bum boys, do the deed
And the stuff you see just ain't you at

Everybody, I say it go like that
I said hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I said if your girl starts actin' up
Then you take her friend

Day o
Day ay ay o
Daylight come an' we wanna go home
Daylight come an' we wanna go home
Daylight come an' we wanna go home
Daylight come an' we wanna go home

Play the MP3 online for free!

2732e49000e13b4d4348bdec2ffff553

40 - My Drinking Club - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - My Drinking Club
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): Kevin Q. Gardner, Louis King, Robert Lee Redwine Jr., Dulon Stevens, Earl Thomas Stevens

Lyric:
Step right up, from the East to the West, from the North to the South
Sign up right here, your scheduled membership to the drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

E-40 in the C L I C, stuck up in the house party top celebrity
Burpin' and gurpin', gel chin the bourbon, lurkin' around I'm seein'
All kinda broads from outta town, top hots, tycoons, big cheeses
Plus the perpetual Jahahnjawel priestess
Homies and lurkers and things like that up under the vertical shade
Rovers in lamborghinis swimming pink bikinis, lingerie

Tryin' to knock her big ass by all bus lights on Fridays
If you're not a member of my drinking club, sideways
What kind of motherfuckin' perculatoins you niggaz
Got up in the refrigerator

Who wanna join my drinkin' club, sign up the legislature might
Not know how to read and write but I do know how to count money
You can call me Lieutenant Fuck a Hoe but all the ruskie runny
You can dip but don't screw up, speakers on sub
Beat your ass, my drinking club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

I got you perved on some of the righteous, who's the tightest
I'm down with pipes fifth and gallons of the finest nitrous
Oh girl, now pass the joint to the nigga, big head
Where I hear about your scheamin' but the rotations I don't jinn
Who dog sin? Big fin is what I'm rollin'

You know how I do, I got bunny boo, boo, grippin' and totin'
Fools be pimpin', we guaranteed to have you spittin'
Bobcat tight, while I'm pullin' secure out my linen
I'm nothin' but a baller, alkaholic bitches pop my collar
Tearin' down pussy walls in your motherfuckin' daughter

M O S, S I E, M U G and K I V, always to with E-40
Hit the air like cubes by a liquor store
Motherfuckers better know we gets down like that
Straighten up, beer mugs, my drinkin' cup bitch

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

So damn deep, I can't call it, I guess I'm just an alkaholic
Huh, dagnabbit, doggonit, ya Hillside hillbilly vomit
Back and forth to the bathroom constantly all the actors gather up
And watch me get super twisted highly afflicted every day a cherry
Go on my body and throw up on the bartender

Pull out a wad of money, ballers up to par, treat the whole party
By buyin' up the bar sharp pain and orange juice got my moose up
Stainless artichokes, tequila poppies, Medusas, better prepare
Myself for the upset stomach, oh, stop by the M.P.
On the way home and pick up a bottle of Pepto-Bismol

Step right up now last call for alcohol
Get your hurricane gorilla member here ya, monsters

That's right, 'cause when we and my motherfuckin' entourage
Get together and we come back from a motherfuckin' concert
And the after party jumpin' off, I wanna see IDs, we got video cameras
We checkin' all you bastards under 21 or under 18 or whatever however
Ya, understand that you better have your membership card
If you wanna come join my motherfuckin' drinkin' club
Understand that bitch

It's the drinkin club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinking club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit, that's right
I wanna get high, I wanna get loaded and tuck
Throw up, and drink again

It's the drinking club, we gets to' back main
Once you drink with us, you won't be the same
The drinking club, we can't slow down main
We're gonna drink you all, we got a monster pit
I wanna get high

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club
They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

They got you soaked, I see your cup up
Let's get drunk and get my fortune out of my drinkin' club

Play the MP3 online for free!

f4591c3fd480d7c9be305e3a85e4fc4f

I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven - Lyrics - Dolly Parton

Title: I Dreamed Of A Hillbilly Heaven
Artist: Dolly Parton
Composer(s): Eddie Dean, Hal Southern

Lyric:
I dreamed I was there in Hillbilly Heaven
Oh, what a beautiful sight
And I met all the stars in Hillbilly Heaven
Oh, what a star spangled night

Last night I dreamed I went to Hillbilly Heaven
And just as I arrived the old curtain lifted
And there on stage stood
Who else but Roy Acuff and Tex Ritter

They said, well, how you doing? Come on in here
I know there's some folks you wanna see
Over there's our newest member
Your old friend Conway Twitty, say hello, darlin'

And there's gentleman Jim Reeves
Singin' with heaven's choir
Roger Miller, he just got here
He's making everybody laugh

'Course you know Roy Orbison can sing
Just as high as anybody here
And Ernest Tubb can sing as low
And Patsy Cline, well, bet she's the best singin' angel here

And Dottie West is probably the prettiest
There's the old pea-picker, Ernie Ford
Jimmy Rodgers, George Morgan, Hank Williams
And the wandering boy, Web Pierce

The old honky tonker himself, Lefty Frizzell
My goodness, what a group
Would you just listen to Mother Mabel over there
Pickin' the 'Wildwood Flower' with the angel band?

You know I personally think she's just about God's favorite
And Marty Robbins, well, he's still gettin' more encores
Than anybody else up here
Just like he used to down on earth

Yeah, well there's Elvis, they still call him the king
But we know they're not talking
About the real king up here

I dreamed I went to Hillbilly Heaven
Oh, what a star studded night

Then I ask Roy and Tex, I said, well
Who do you think will be showin' up
Say within the next 40, 50, 60 years?

They handed me a big tally book and in it
I saw names like Johnny Cash
George Jones, Merle Haggard, Don Gibson
Mel Tillis, Farren Young, Kitty Wells

Some of the newer ones like Vince Gill and Garth Brooks
'Course they talked about Minnie Pearl
The Judds, Tanya Tucker, Reba McEntire, Hank Jr

Oh, of course, Buck Owens, Roy Rodgers
Gene Autry, Randy Travis and Willie Nelson
There's old Chet, I said, well
Where's Porter Wagoner's name? Oh, there it is

And then there was Loretta Lynn and Tammy Wynette
And Dolly Parton, ooh, that's when I woke up

I dreamed I was there in Hillbilly Heaven
Oh, what a beautiful sight
And I met all the stars in Hillbilly Heaven
Oh, what a star spangled night

Play the MP3 online for free!

992738c1979cad3cd3ebf86462f202cd

Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa - Lyrics - De La Soul Is Dead - De La Soul

Title: Millie Pulled A Pistol On Santa
Album: De La Soul Is Dead
Artist: De La Soul
Composer(s): George Clinton, Kelvin Mercer, David J Jolicoeur, Vincent L (Jr) Mason, Grace Cook, Paul E Huston

Lyric:
If you will suck my soul
I will lick your funky emotions

This is the stylin' for a title that sounds silly
But nothin' silly about the triflin' times of Millie
Millie, a Brooklyn queen, originally from Philly
Complete with that accent that made her sound hillbilly

Around this time, the slammin' joint was 'Milk is Chillin''
But even cooler was my social worker Dillon
Yeah, I had a social worker 'coz I had some troubles
Anyone who'd riff on me, I'd pop their dome like bubbles

He'd bring me to his crib to watch my favorite races
That's how his daughter Millie become one of my favorite faces
She had the curves that made you wanna take chances
I mean on her, man, I'd love to make advances

I guess her father musta got the same feelin'
I mean, actually findin' his own daughter Millie appealin'
At the time no one knew but it was a shame
That Millie became a victim of the touchy-touchy game

Yo Millie, what's the problem? Lately you've been buggin'
On your Dukie earrings, someone must be tuggin'
You were a dancer who could always be found clubbin'
Now you're world renowned with the frown you're luggin'

Come to think, your face look stink when Dill's around you
He's your father, what done happen, did he ground you?
You shouldn't flip on him 'coz Dill is really cool
Matter of fact, the coolest elder in the school

He hooked up a trip to bring us all the Lacey
He volunteered to play old Santa Claus at Macy's
Child, ya got the best of pops anyone could have
Dillon's cool, super hip, you should be glad

Yeah, it seemed that Santa's ways were parallel with Dillon
But when Millie an' him got home, he was more of a villain
While she slept in, he crept inside her bedroom
An' he would toss an' then would force her to give him head room

Millie tried real hard to let this Hell not happen
But when she'd fuss, he would just commence to slappin'
Yo Dillon, man, Millie's been out of school for a week, man
What's the deal? I guess he was givin' Millie's bruises time to heal

Of course he told us she was sick an' we believed him
An' at the department store as Santa we would see 'em
An' as he smiled, his own child was at home plottin'
How off the face of this earth she was gonna knock him

When I got home, I found she had tried to call me
My machine had kicked to her, ?Hey how ya doin'??, ?Sorry?
I tried to call the honey but her line was busy
I guess I'll head to Macy's an' bug out on Dillon

I received a call from Misses Sick herself
I asked her how was she recoverin' her health
She said that what she had to ask would make it seem minute
She wanted to talk serious, I said, ?Go ahead, shoot"

She claimed I hit the combo dead upon the missle
Wanted to know if I could get a loaded pistol
That ain't a problem but why would Millie need one
She said she wanted her pops Dillon to heed one

Ran some style about him pushin' on her privates
?Look honey, I don't care if you kick five fits
There's no way that you can prove to me that Dill's flip
He might breathe a blunt but ya jeans he wouldn't rip?

?You're just mad he's your overseer at school
No need to play him out like he's someone cruel?
She kicked that she would go get it from somewhere else
?Yeah, whatever you say, go for ya self?

Macy's department store, the scene for Santa's kisses
An' all the little brats demandin' all of their wishes
Time passes by as I wait for my younger brother
He, as his wish, I waste no time to return him back to Mother

As I'm jettin', Millie floats in like a zombie
I ask her what's her problem, all she says is, "Where is he?"
I give a point, she pulls a pistol, people screamin'
She shouts to Dill, he's off to Hell 'coz he's a Demon

None of the kids could understand what was the cause
All they could see was a girl holdin' a pistol on Claus
Dillon pleaded mercy, said he didn't mean to
Do all the things that her mind could do nothin' but cling to
Millie bucked him an' with the quickness it was over

Play the MP3 online for free!

d9c14542e2a89fdfc016fa29c7945091

Country Boy Can Survive - Lyrics - Kid Rock

Title: Country Boy Can Survive
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): Hank Jr. Williams

{AdsenseCode:2D080010-7055-443A-8D12-2B79DDC71256}

Lyric:
The preacher man says, it's the end of time
The Mississippi river, she's goin' dry
The interest is up and the stock market's down
You only get mugged if you go down town

I live back in the woods, you see
My woman, my kids and my dogs and me
I got a shotgun and a rifle and a 4 wheel drive
A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive

See, I can plow a field all day long
I can catch catfish from dusk till dawn
We make our own whiskey and our own smoke too
Ain't too many things these ole boys can't do, no
We grow good ole tomatoes, make homemade wine

A country boy can survive
And a country boy can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make me run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam"
If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn

I had a good friend in N.Y. City
He never called me Kid Rock, he called me, Hillbilly
My grandpa taught me how to live off this land
His taught him to be a businessman

He used to send me pictures of the Broadway night
I'd send him some of that homemade wine
But he was killed by a man with a switchblade knife
For 43 dollars, my friend lost his life
I wanna spit some beach nut in the dudes eyes
Shoot him with my mother fuckin' 45

A country boy can survive
'Cause you can't starve us out, can't make us run
Hey there boy, I got a big shotgun
We say, "Grace" and we say, "Mam"
If you ain't into that, we don't give a God damn

Were from North California and South Alabama
And little towns all around this land
Well I can skin a buck and run a trout line
A country boy can survive
Well, a country boy can survive
Survive

Play the MP3 online for free!

ceb12574bb3bf8cc539c4f7baf079891

40 - Mayhem - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Mayhem
Artist: E
Composer(s): R Thomas, T Langford, E Stevens, D Jones

Lyric:
'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout
'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout 'bout
'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout
'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout 'bout

Me and my guys be lurkin' the streets, plottin' upside down, smilin'
Bummin' no matter Skully hoods bandanas bullets
Stockin' caps Ski masks loced out murder one classes
Those who wallop hocked up chopped tatoes permanent creased

Survival one jeans, throw away his real ooze machines
Chinese AK zooms, razorblades, Jerry Curls, fingerwaves
And French braids, labeled him sinner look out for that motherfucker
He might rob ya, niggas come tatted up head in a body slang

Well, it's your nigga Big Bonna niggas be creepin' up on ya
Doin' for the juggler niggas tryin' to slug ya
Catch a nigga doin' all kinds of nasty things
Ohh, what I feel is mayhem brings

You see us on the block we doin' are thuggin', the gottie
Got the whole cap wonderin', who the fuck shottie?
Lookin' for the body, tell me what they found
His head in Richmond the rest in the V-town

Thinkin' about the set up, tryin' to get my red up
'Bout my cock this tech nine and get you wet up blue
So what the fuck they wanna do
Seem like we got the vas of these niggas

Caught cash and thought we was through
So fuck this old bat shit, I'll get the gat bitch
And probably blow your brains out
Lookin' to get my cap fit

Thinkin' they all acted up
And while I'm at yo ass
I'll probably put the fuckin' slugs
In you ass

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus
Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks
If you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus
Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks
If you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums

It's a cold piece of work I just wait
'Cause the way niggas are in the baby plan ain't too safe
Niggas will run up in yo car and try to take your face
Move up out the plan so I trust no one take nothin' for granted

[Incomprehensible] expanded double 0 chill hillside hillbilly
Like changed clammit, dammit
Us niggas is deep and do improved latex
Found out where he slept and latest wave caps

Tycoons, this business is really too bad
That our biatchess find our villa skates
Sit up at the roundtable and discuss
Trish ish batteries and territory issues

By any means necessary, so in your chest I bury two buck shots
So who got six niggas next to carry
Of these wanna be's, niggas they gonna see
And if you motherfuckers put some that tatoned to me

You see these niggas can't flip doing' things that sick, like what?
Cut off your damn dick, make you eat your own shit
But I love a little mayhem fuck it, we can do it
Don't let me get off that masso candy and some fluid

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus
Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks
If you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus
Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks
If you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums

Uh uh, A element of surprise, getting my gig on
Split yo house in half with a dreadlock wig on
When you do ya hot ones, shoot locus
It's the reflection program dinner rolls, automatic hit the floor

Dump, bust, blast, barefaces
Strike, dip, mass like a mental patience
Run, quick, fast and in a hurry, biaatch
Don't worry forty vision ain't blurry

It's like military issues, make you wish you never got an example
Stalkin' niggas like a bitch do
Can only ride so long with that fake shit I take shit
To the limit with no gimmick in ninety-eight bitch

So fuck what you say and fuck what you play
I down it straight and can't wait to hear what you bitch niggas gotta say
If I can't keep it real you can kill me so feel me 'cause
I bring things to the game for my scuzzie

We'll kick a niggas door in, hit and lick you brags
Now you ridin' in a fan, pulled tight and gag
Then they pullin' up out the Glad Bags, the hefty type
But you niggas ain't got no kind of idea what
A chopped up body looks like

Then them niggas start to pull down your Levis
And bust you in the head with ruggard P 85's
Call a mortician, call mark class somebody in this motherfucker
'Bout to come up missin', best believe

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus
Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks
If you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus
Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks
If you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums

Causin' Havoc's, markin' up chaos, bringin' the ruckus
Heavy metal heathens, mobbin' under bucks
If you can't beat us then join us
Get on the team street sweepers grenades rafts and M-1 cambiums

'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout
'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout 'bout
'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout
'Bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout, 'bout 'bout 'bout

Play the MP3 online for free!

3a12422b8bef37c40635c99022ac7d3f

Help Somebody - Lyrics - Van Zant

Title: Help Somebody
Artist: Van Zant
Composer(s): Kip Raines, Jeffrey Steele

Lyric:
Well, granddaddy was a hillbilly scholar, blue collar of a man
He came from the school where you didn't need nothin'
If you couldn't make it with your own two hands
He was backwoods, backwards, used words like
No sir, yes, ma'am, by God, be darned
Hell yeah, I'm American

And all the years he walked this earth, I swear all he did was work
He said, "The Devil dreams on an idle horse, so you listen to me squirt"

Don't get too high on a bottle
And get right with the man
Fight your fights, find a grace
And all the things that you can change
And help somebody if you can

Now granny said, "Sonny, stick to your guns
If you believe in something, no matter what
'Cause it's better to be hated for who you are
Than be loved for who you're not"

She was five feet of concrete
New York born an' raised on a slick city street
She'd cold-stare you down, stand her ground
Still kickin' and screamin' at 93

I remember just how frail she looked in that hospital bed
Takin' her last few breaths of life, smilin' as she said

"Don't get too high on a bottle
Just a little sip every now and then
Fight your fights, find a grace
And all the things that you can change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the man"
C'mon now, yeah

I never let a cowboy make the coffee
Yeah, that's what granny always said to my granddad
And he'd say, "Never tell a joke that ain't that funny more than once
"And if you wanna hear God laugh, tell him your plans"

Don't get too high on a bottle
Get right with the man, son
Fight your fights, find a grace
And all the things that you can change
And help somebody if you can
And get right with the man

Yeah
(Get too high)
(Help somebody if you can)
And get right with the man

Play the MP3 online for free!

a402223dc5eecc0b9eec4e6306e2a383

Sittin On Top Of The World - Lyrics - Da Brat

Title: Sittin On Top Of The World
Artist: Da Brat
Composer(s): Jermaine Dupri, Shawntae Harris, Rick James

Lyric:
Sittin' on top of the world
Huh, I done heard this shit
You wanna know what the fuck I heard bitch?

I heard you wanna carbon copy me, not possible to succeed
Bustin' niggas knee caps, 'cause greed is fuckin' with weed
Give me more cheddar than Ellie, no hillbilly from Beverly
Heavily sedated, still hated and rated R

You the next victim, and if you flinch you fall
I got the sure shot method, guaranteed to make a nigga pause
Peep the cars I'm in, uncountable amount of Benjamin's
Benzes for all my friends

If it don't make dollars, you ain't makin' no fuckin' sense
Get relentless when it comes to stackin' chips and shit
Try to take mine to thy nine be the glory
Unloaded at the end of the story, I'm on top of the world, nigga

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt
Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want
Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump

It's the number one contender, so so def member known as Brat
Girlfriend offender because the mans think I'm all that
Crystal in my lap, chronic chokin' me
Niggas hopin' we fall off, but we won't, we don't

All we do is keep fuckin' it up
While all you do is keep lookin' at us
Known evidence is that I dispense hits
And make more house quakes than Prince
Leavin' muthafuckas dense

One of the baddest bitches on the planet
Act like you know, it's the funk bandit, dammit, and you can't stand it
You can run, but you can't hide from this bad mannered individual
Gal from the West side, hit 'em up

I came quick, stick like the bottom of some ostrich
Holdin' your fans hostage from your bullshit
And it's written all over your face, you want my space
But ain't got what it takes to take my place

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt
Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want
Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump

Now best believe, I got more tricks up my sleeve than that silly rabbit
All day dream about cheese and how I gots to have it
Got a weed habit, but I'm still on point
One of the most wanted to rock off somebody's joints

It be the B R A T, the mind blower, the rough rhyme thrower
Muthafuckas can't see, ridin' drop top roadsters
Fuck all that gold stuff, only triangles dangle when I bust

You see, niggas round town talked this and that
Said I sound like the pound and my shit was wack
Dropped the album Funkdafied and you thought it was bold
But thirty days later the LP went gold

Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With fifty grand in my hand, steady puffin' on a blunt
Sippin' Hennessey and Coke, givin' ya what you want
Sittin' on top of the world, sittin' on top of the world
With my legs swinging, jewelry jinglin' baby
Go ahead baby, let me hit ya with some real pump, pump

Sitting
Ohh ya
Sitting
Down wit' my girl

Play the MP3 online for free!

3b255572b137e06b883d17098c8ac280

She Always Said - Lyrics - David Lee Murphy

Title: She Always Said
Artist: David Lee Murphy
Composer(s): Kim Chadwick Tribble, David Lee Murphy

Lyric:
She left town with the guitar man
From the Delta Outlaws Hillbilly Band
They played the Elks and the Eagles club
The VFW and my Holiday Inn
No matter what big stories he told her
This little town was too small to hold her

She always said, she had to get out of here
Had to get outta this place
She always had her heart set on Hollywood
Heaven knows she had the face

There wasn't nothin' that she couldn't do
Once she got the thought in her head
I'm here 'til I'm gone
And that's what she always said

Well, she left him with a heart broke grin
On a first class flight outta New Orleans
Her plane disappeared as he was wavin' goodbye
He could only imagine, she was wavin' at him
But he's not the first and he won't be the last
She would've told him but he didn't ask

She always said, she had to get out of here
Had to get outta this place
She always had her heart set on Hollywood
Heaven knows she had the face

There wasn't nothin' that she couldn't do
Once she got the thought in her head
I'm here 'til I'm gone
And that's what she always said

She ain't the kind to let herself
Be tied down to anything
I know I didn't wanna listen
Anytime she started talkin' that way

She always said, she had to get out of here
Had to get outta this place
She always had her heart set on Hollywood
Heaven knows she had the face

There wasn't nothin' that she couldn't do
Once she got the thought in her head
I'm here 'til I'm gone
And that's what she always said
I'm here 'til I'm gone
And that's what she always said

Play the MP3 online for free!

25c1e63b8577bb0ac795b429e132a7d5