I Wanna Be Santa Claus - Lyrics - Ringo Starr

Title: I Wanna Be Santa Claus
Artist: Ringo Starr
Composer(s): Mark Hudson, Dick Monda, Richard Starkey

Lyric:
I wanna be Santa Claus
I wanna get all the toys
Just like Santa Claus
I'd give them away
To all the girls and boys

Then if I could be Santa Claus
Coming through for everyone
And the gifts that I'd bring
Could make your heart sing
We'd have so much fun

Santa Claus is someone
Who comes just once a year
But I could be there every day
Bringing Christmas cheer

I wanna be Santa Claus
I wanna ride in the sleigh
Then I'd fly through the air
And catch you a star
Tonight for Christmas day

Santa Claus is someone
Who comes just once a year
But I could be there every day
Bringing Christmas cheer

If I could be Santa Claus
I'd make every dream come true
And sign every card exactly the same
With love from me to you

Ooh

(I wanna be, I wanna be Santa Claus)
I wanna be Santa Claus
(I wanna be, I wanna be Santa Claus)
I wanna be Santa Claus

Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo
(I wanna be Santa Claus)
I wanna be Santa Claus

Merry Christmas everybody
Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo! Hoo!

"What would you like for Christmas, little Pudel?"

It's a waltz, it's a waltz and I'm happy

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Santa Claus Lane - Lyrics - Santa Claus Lane - Hilary Duff

Title: Santa Claus Lane
Album: Santa Claus Lane
Artist: Hilary Duff
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Jay Landers, Bridget Benenate, Charlie Kaufman

Lyric:
I remember last Christmas eve
Something happened that I couldn't believe
I went for a walk as the snow came down
And when it stopped I was in a different town

And a sign said, "Have no fear, you're not lost, you're here"

Walkin' in this Christmas
Down Santa Claus Lane
No need to wonder
No need to explain
Just have some faith in what you see
You're right here where you wanna be
Walkin' in this Christmas
Down Santa Claus Lane
Down Santa Claus Lane

Elves were standing in the street
Snow men and reindeer came out to greet
Silver bells chimed from far away
As Santa rode by on an open sleigh
And he told me "Have no fear, you're not lost, you're here"

And a sign said, "Have no fear, you're not lost, you're here"

Walkin' in this Christmas
Down Santa Claus Lane
No need to wonder
No need to explain
Just have some faith in what you see
You're right here where you wanna be
Walkin' in this Christmas
Down Santa Claus Lane
Down Santa Claus Lane

I don't know how
I don't know when
But one day
I'll be back again

And he told me, "Have no fear, you're not lost, you're here"

Walkin' in this Christmas
Down Santa Claus Lane
No need to wonder
No need to explain
Just have some faith in what you see
You're right here where you wanna be
Walkin' in this Christmas
Down Santa Claus Lane

Down Santa Claus Lane
Down Santa Claus Lane
Down Santa Claus Lane
...

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Rich & Famous - Lyrics - Gamma Ray

Title: Rich & Famous
Artist: Gamma Ray
Composer(s): Kai Hansen

Lyric:
I don't believe in fame, I believe in music
I don't believe in money, I believe in the power of love
I know I got a brain and I know how to use it
I don't want no one to stick his finger in my pie

You think you put your best foot forward
But it is moved by someone else
(Moved by someone else)
In blind belief you follow every path that says
I lead you to a universe of fortune, fame and luck

Do you wanna be rich & famous, rich & famous?
Do you really wanna be rich & famous now?

I don't believe in rock 'n' roll illusions
I don't believe that what they say must always be the truth
I don't believe in good guys against bad guys
I just might as well say I believe in Santa Claus

You think you put your best foot forward
But it is moved by someone else
(Moved by someone else)
In blind belief you follow every path that says
I lead you to a universe of fortune, fame and luck

Do you wanna be rich & famous, rich & famous?
Do you really wanna be rich & famous now?

Mr. Big Shot what is your game?
Mr. Big Shot what is your final aim?
Now you wonder who is to blame
Mr. Big Shot what is your final aim in life?

Rich & famous, house with two bars
Big jacuzzi, car with TV
Private airplane, furs and diamonds
Seafood cocktails, crap and bullshit

Do you wanna be rich & famous, rich & famous?
Do you really wanna be rich & famous now?
Everybody wants to be rich & famous, rich & famous
Do you really wanna be rich & famous now?

Oh, want some diamonds, honey?

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Evil Deeds - Lyrics - Encore - Eminem

Title: Evil Deeds
Album: Encore
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Mark Batson, Marshall Mathers, Michael Elizondo, Andre Young, Che Pope

Lyric:
Lord please forgive me for what I do
For I know not what I?ve done

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Mama had a baby and its head popped off
Head popped off, head popped off
Head popped off, head popped off, head popped off
But mama don't want me
The next thing I know I'm gettin' dropped off
Gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off
Gettin' dropped off, gettin' dropped off

Ring, ring, ring on the doorbell
Of the next door neighbors on their front porch
Their front porch, their front porch
Their front porch, their front porch
But they didn't want me neither
So they left me on someone else's lawn
Else's lawn, else's lawn, else's lawn

Till somebody finally took me in
My Great Aunt and Uncle Edna and Charles
Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles
Edna and Charles, Edna and Charles
They were the ones who were left in charge
My elementary they'd gang up on me and sing this song
Sing this song, sing this song
Sing this song, sing this song

It went a little something like
Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb
Debbie had a Satan spawn, Satan spawn
Mama, why do they keep saying this?
I just don't understand, understand
And by the way where's my dad?

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Predominately, predominately
Everything's always predominately
Predominately white, predominately black
Well, what about me? Where does that leave me?
Well, I guess that I'm between predominately both of 'em
I think if I hear that fuckin' word again I'ma scream

While I'm projectile vomiting
What do I look like a comedian to you?
Do you think that I'm kidding?
What do I look like some kinda idi?
Wait a minute, shit, don't answer that
Why am I so misunderstood?
Why do I go through so much bullshit?
It's such bullshit it's touch this bitch

Woe is me, there goes poor Marshall again
Whining about his millions and his mansion
And his sorrow he's always drowning in
And the dad that he never had
And how his childhood was so bad
And how his mom was a dope addict
And his ex-wife how they go at it

Man, I'd hate to have it as bad as that Mr. Mathers
Claims he had it, I can't imagine it
That little rich poor white bastard
Needs to take some of that cash out of the bank
And take a bath in it
Man, if I only had half of it, shit
If you only knew the half of it

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Evil deeds, while I plant these evil seeds
Please release me from these demons
I never had any of this shit planned
Mom, please believe
I don't wanna be Santa's spawn
Never got the chance to say I'm sorry
Now look at all the pain I caused

Dear Santa Claus, why are you not coming this year again?
What did I do that was so bad to deserved this?
Everything could have been so perfect
But life ain't a fairy tale
I'm about to be hosted up in the air
Forty feet below me there's people everywhere
I don't even know but who feel like they know me
'Cause I'm in this ferris wheel

And all I wanna do is go to the mall
And take Halie on the carousel
Without this crowd everywhere I go
But life is like a merry-go-round
Here we go now, do-si-do now
Curtains up the show must go now
Ring-around-the-rosy the show's over
You can all go home now

But the curtains just don't close for me
This ain't how fame was suppose to be
Where's the switch I can just turn off and on?
This ain't what I chose to be
So please God give me the strength
To have what it takes to carry on
Till I pass 50 back the baton
The camera's on, my soul is gone

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

Father, please forgive me for I know not what I do
I just never had the chance to ever meet you
Therefore I did not know that I would grow to be
My mother's evil seed and do these evil deeds

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Go - Lyrics - Wanted - Bow Wow

Title: Go
Album: Wanted
Artist: Bow Wow
Composer(s): Mervin Steals, Jermaine Dupri, Richard Anthony Simpson, Melvin Steals, Howard Thompson, Mckinley Jackson, Bryan Michael Cox

Lyric:
If you don't wanna dance
I can find me somebody else that do, do
If you don't wanna dance
What you here for, girl, you need to move, move

If you don't wanna dance
Then it best you turn this off right now
'Cuz I am the B O W W O W
And it's about to

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(It's about to)

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
I choose you
(Down)

Lil' kids love me like Santa Claus
And I'm under 21 wit' a phantom Boss
Mane dressed like big, I called the play
Run, pass, shorty, I can hand it off

You know I run wit' a crew that ain't ever lost
We young, we rich and we love to floss
You gotta pay the cost to hear me breathe
Bow Wow representin' that DPG

26 inch chrome with a lake front home
Heavy in the hood, like straighenin' combs
I can have any girl in this world that I want
But I choose you, I choose you, but ugh

If you don't wanna dance
I can find me somebody else that do, do
If you don't wanna dance
What you here for, girl, you need to move, move

If you don't wanna dance
Then it best you turn this off right now
'Cuz I am the B O W W O W
And it's about to

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(It's about to)

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
I choose you

Bow Wow still holdin' the top spot, roll in the hot drops
Been in control since I came out the blocks
And I sell like rocks in the 80's
Number one just like Tracy McGrady

This young thug, can't non y'all see me, fade me
Keep cash money like baby
I'm crazy if I must say so and I lust for the dough
Push 'em every time I bust my flow

I'm a blessed young man
And the best young man that you very heard Rock before
I can have any girl that in this world that I want
But I choose you, I choose you, but ugh

If you don't wanna dance
I can find me somebody else that do, do
If you don't wanna dance
What you here for, girl, you need to move, move

If you don't wanna dance
Then it best you turn this off right now
'Cuz I am the B O W W O W
And it's about to

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(It's about to)

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Bow Wow, lemme get some)

I'm the wrong one for you to be tryin' to race wit'
Face it dog, ain't no replacement
I made a few mill off the somethin'
That I started in the basement

Y'all shoulda never lemme taste it
Back when niggas was wearin' basics
I ain't just do it, I aced it
I'm rich but I'm still tryin' to chase it
That's why everything I do I lace it

Two Bentley's, a hundred grand for the bracelet
To you that's a a lot but to me that's basic
And it's so many girls out there
But I choose you, I choose you, but ugh

If you don't wanna dance
I can find me somebody else that do, do
If you don't wanna dance
What you here for, girl, you need to move, move

If you don't wanna dance
Then it best you turn this off right now
'Cuz I am the B O W W O W
And it's about to

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(It's about to)

Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(Down)
Go, go, go, go
(I choose you)

If you don't wanna dance
I can find me somebody else that do, do
If you don't wanna dance
What you here for, girl, you need to move, move

If you don't wanna dance
Then it best you turn this off right now
'Cuz I am the B O W W O W
And it's about to

Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go
Go, go, go, go

I choose you

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Tell Me A Story - Lyrics - Santa Claus Lane - Hilary Duff

Title: Tell Me A Story
Album: Santa Claus Lane
Artist: Hilary Duff
Composer(s): Charles Midnight, Chico Bennett, Jay Landers, Percy Romeo Iii Miller, Percy Miller

Lyric:
Yo Hilary, its Romeo and you know what?
We're gonna make em' dance this Christmas
Left, right now shake what? What you want?
Yo what you want?

Tell me, tell me, tell me a story
I believe, oh I believe
All things are possible on Christmas Eve

Okay, okay
It was a night before Christmas and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring not even a mouse
The stockin's was hung by the chimney with care
With hopes that St. Nick soon would be there
Me and my sisters and brothers gettin' ready for bed
Can't wait to get toys for all the break bread
Mom's in P. Miller jammies and pop's silk
Santa Claus comin' eatin' cookies and milk, okay

Tell me a story
I believe, oh I believe
All things are possible on Christmas Eve
(Wish for it, you just might get it, okay)
Every time I hear that rhyme I love it even more
Tell me a story about the night before

Now could it be a dream I think I heard noise
Jumped out of bed and It's the no limit boys
I ran to the window creak, creak
Bright red shinin' the new Humvee
Snow in the south, hmm that's kinda silly
Is it Santa Claus or is it my Uncle Willy?
Now here we play games but this one feels weird
When I see eight shiny reindeer
'Bout to come and get me, come on
(Tell, tell me a story)

Okay, you wanna know check it out
Now Santa called them by names
Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and they all came
Vixen, Comet, Cupid eyes droopin
Low ears they look's like they snoopin'
Can't forget Donner and Blitz
Three King's they was carryin' the gifts, yeah

T-t-tell me a story
I believe, oh I believe
All things are possible on Christmas Eve
(Wish for it, you just might get it, okay)
Every time I hear that rhyme I love it even more
Tell me a story about the night before
(Wish for it, you just might get it)

I couldn't believe they were flyin' so high
To the moon and the stars and the lonely sky
They went up and around and sung as they flew
With the sleigh and the toys and Saint Nicholas too

Yo it ain't about the gifts but I'm glad Santa came
Thanks for the video games and the bling bling
My lil' sisters got bikes an trains
I'm just glad for the love you bring
So you better not shout, you better not pout
Yall know what I'm talkin' about
Merry Christmas to all and have a good night
Yo Hilary bring the chorus in right

Tell me a story
Tell me a story
(Wish for it, you just might get it)
Wish for it, you just might get it, okay

T-t-tell me a story
I believe, oh I believe
All things are possible on Christmas Eve
(Wish for it, you just might get it)
Every time I hear that rhyme I love it even more
Tell me a story about the night before
(Wish for it, you just might get it, okay)

Tell me a story
T-t-tell me a story

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40 - Sideways - Lyrics - In a Major Way - E

Title: 40 - Sideways
Album: In a Major Way
Artist: E
Composer(s): Gregory Buren, Brandt Jones, Earl Thomas Stevens

Lyric:
Mob shit bitch
I know you know
But check game doe

I'm in the S-E 4-double-oh
Sitting real low, stick in the flo', oh
The hoe want me to come swoop
Take her for a ride in my blue Lex Luther

But the bitch ain't got no gas fetti
So I burnt her like fast Freddy
Hit me on the first when your mail has come
And maybe we can go to the mall or somethin'

Heavy ass shit for the mob
When I make a zillion I resign
I'm realer than a hundred dollar bill with the line across
When Christmas come around ask Santa Claus

Santa do you know E-40?
Bet you that nigga say, "That's my homey!"
We used to perv grind curb trip to my grandma
Kahlua with them brandy almost every day

Cardiac is cool, but I'm on gin
Santa bought me, a new mac-10

Yeah, click shit makes a motherfucker's night
Niggaz listen to it 'cuz it's light
Crooked twisted unlisted on the highways
We riding sideways, beotch

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Back up the coupe and roll sideways
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Made a left at the corner 'cuz it was hoes

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
I'm looking for a big seat
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Hoes see this type of shit and go reala

I'm riding city to city me and leviti
So get your toilet paper 'cuz it's gon' get shitty
I hit the highway goin' east
Twenty-two ounces of yeast

I'm playin' this game 'cuz a nigga my age be
I met her last night and today she paged me
Wanna know if b-legit can kick it tonight
Only sixteen, way too tight

But age ain't nothin' but a number
Baby got her hair done by shanda
Nine nine ten, eleven and up
If you bleed, you get fucked

No not me, not fo'-oh
I break the bootch down with a two by fo'
Every fuckin' day is a holiday, celebration
When the bitch is actin' crabby
That means she's on her menestration

I be like fuckin' em like dissin' it to the highest
Talkin' more shit than kalidous
A str-uh, strizuck out in my cutlass supreme on a Friday
Which way we ridin'
Riding sideways, beotch

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Doing about a buck fifty
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Danked out and full of that cisco

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Pervin' swervin' runnin' all into the curb
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
'Bout a gallon to the dome, then that's the hit

See I'ma hogg nigga, Beverly hill Billy
Neck bone, socks, tails, pork 'N' beans and chili
Just like my nigga Celly, we likes to kick it silly
Regurgitate and kick a bootch move up out the telly

'Cause they out there bad ain't satisfied
Hoes just wanna be pacified
But I can't do no justice 'cuz the justice ain't to be did
Bitch you usin' too much red

Now I've been known to break niggaz off
Hard type or soft, line 'em up chalk 'em up as a loss
See me in the parking lot doing my thang
Love to see my old school dance in the rain

The po-po's came then they closed up shop
Smashed through the hood and we made that hot
You see the shit don't stop, motherfuckers pop
Seven-deuce drop coney air shocks

Riding through the shit like racer x
And if a motherfucker flex break back and necks
Running red lights and the right-of-ways
How we gonna get it doe?
We get it sideways, bitch

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Late at night up and down saying hi
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Be trapped trunk, stark boulevard

I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Come here you little hard-ass boy
I'm riding sideways, this way thatta way
Niggaz like to hear this type of shit when they crawl

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It'S The Holidaze - Lyrics - Westside Connection

Title: It'S The Holidaze
Artist: Westside Connection
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, William Calhoun, Dedrick Rolison, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Tell ya people that I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high
(Holla at a pimp)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna feel alright

Cook somethin' serve somethin', like George Girv somethin'
Fingaroll Michael Irv somethin', smoke sometin'
'Cuz it's the holidaze, get ya dolla daze, pop a colla plaze
I'm come through wit' the brand new light blue
Ready to eat n' shit, niggas can't compete my shit
Got the whole family on the law, so mine's be jealous

Like that nigga marcellous but don't get overzealous
And try to ball wit' a nigga who play double headas 'cuz
I'll pull out the double wettas
Cock 'em back and treat you like you neva met us
So this year fill ya heart wit' cheer or disappear nigga
Holla if ya clear nigga, it's Ice Cube you can call me tha Grinch
I got your Christmas list but I ain't buyin' you shit

Tell ya people that I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high
(I'm on my way)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna feel alright

I wanna know what you gonna do for the holidaze?
(You know, I'm comin' through for the holidaze)
What you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' through to scoop you for the holidaze)

Westside Connect gang-ga-gang
Connect gang-ga-gang
Connect gang-ga-gang

Ba boom, guess who stepped in the room
Off the liquor loc C-walkin' under the missteltoe
Shoppin' cookies, bag full of Goodies
Smokin' out your city with this blue berry sticky icky
WC off the hinges my witness
And them high switchez for a Ghetto fucking Christmas
Hit the block flossin', I got's to rap
Three wheelin' with the Konjak on my bud nyya

Gangsta Gangsta got 'em lookin' my way
'Cuz I got the new "West Class" in the drive-way
Bendin' the corner, put it up on ya
Like threelik swing, swing, bling bling
Mad hoggin, bouncin, sippin' beer
Blindin' niggaz wit' the carrots in my ear
Another currin' out the gate, stack them big heads
Dub tryin' get me Tween some scared nyya

Tell ya people that I'm comin' by
(Skip, skip)
Got that shit that'll get ya high
(Don't trip)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna feel alright

I wanna know what you gonna do for the holidaze?
(Say what I'm comin' through for the holidaze)
What you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' through to fuck you for the holidaze)

Holla at a pimp, holla at a pimp

It's that time of year I got a Sack of Scrizzla
And meants for the whitening sabber and Chinchilla
I know my momma cooked, I can hardly wait
I'm hungry so when I come through hand me a plate
Or that down hun southern cook connect jam
Now easy on the ham, but heavy on the candy jam
I see you lookin' at me bugged out
(No doubt)

Pull up in a bentley straight Thugged out
Heavy metal, extreame ghetto and bugs
And only converse on my pedal 'cuz all I wear is chucks
While I'm greasin' G all down on my drawers
And you know I plained up like Santa Claus
I grind and do what I do to make a not
And the Cali weather ain't the only thing that's hot
Chicken Hawkin', I stay away from guys that snitchin'
And though it's sunny I'm still around hoes 'cuz I'm pitchin'

Tell ya people that I'm comin' by
(Yeah, yeah)
Got that shit that'll get ya high
(I'm do or die)
Talkin' shit 'cuz I'm off tonight
And you really wanna feel alright

I wanna know what you gonna do for the holidaze?
(What you wanna do? I'm comin' through for the holidaze)
What you gonna do for the holidaze?
(I'm comin' through to drink a brew for the holidaze)

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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

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Bangin Screw - Lyrics - Get Money, Stay True - Paul Wall

Title: Bangin Screw
Album: Get Money, Stay True
Artist: Paul Wall
Composer(s): Zach Burke, Russell Howard, Lewis Kinoshi, Paul Slayton, Paul Wall

Lyric:
I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

What it do, it's Paul to the wall
Trig up tall, let the four screens fall
Spot is crawl, gon' turn up that dial
And they heads all nod like a bobble head doll

Bendin' corners, up and down, way side
From Greens Road to that Antoine Drive
Crew on da side playin' NBA Live
I'm too cool for school, ridin' on buckhide

Turnin' heads when I'm on that Scott
Hit them friends before they quickly stop
Boys in the mill talkin' 'bout they on top
8 months later, all them boys flop

Like it or not, I'm in the game and I'm showin' up
Keke got dat oil and I'm pourin' up
Hit the club with Captain Jack
And Big Steve representin' my hood, still throwin' up

Big money in the gang is the name bro
Candy, old school drop top, full of ho
Boys used to be sleepin' on me
But the champ is here, I guarantee that they ass woke

Ridin' on spoke, that's the elbow
Still rockin' in the ice, white shell toe
This for my boys from dat kelso
And you already know

I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

Yeah, I'm still on that 5 9
But might see me on that 5 8, comin' down
All over the town, I like to get around
Jammin' my fat pat screwed up underground

Comin' down in the lime green 88
While them boys on the sideline wanna hate
Buck a kid for fuckin' up the state plate
I must admit, my life's great

T. Farris with me and there's no butter bends
Lookin' thru Lois Lane and me stackin' up ends
Bro's over hoes, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout friends
Got freedom on my arm for my dawg, Lil' Twen

Dub on the rim, that?s T.I.'s
Just like pretty Tod, I'm D-boy, fresh
Got oil comin' in and it's straight from the west
And the grill throwin' mesh on the Cadillac crest

Head of the best, I ain't messin' wit da rest
Santa Claus sled his palm, gritty red
Sippin' that taste takin it straight to da head
And that Swishahouse is what I rep till I'm dead

I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

I'm tippin' fours and I'm sippin' fours
And I'm flippin' hoes with my partner, Clue
Posted up at that T S U or that Prairie View
With my patner, Clue

Oh, boys get out of line and chop
Tryin' to run up and jack my slab
This one here for my boy, Lil' Kee
I'm throwin' the duce up and gettin' boys dab

Pourin' da juice up and grippin' that ab
Wavin' hoods so the base showcase
Settin' the trends steady, choppin' up wind
With a diamond ice grin and paper, I chase

Taper fade by the bad boy shop
Tippin' slow, I'm screwed up and chopped
Listenin' to some of that some of that bad boy Earle
Them choppaholics, maybe that's Michael Watts

Choppin' the block up, holdin' the coupe up
[Incomprehensible], now I'm on them swangs
Grillin' women popped trunk full of bang
I'm third coast raised and I'm drippin' stains

I'm here to stay, tryin' to break that bread
Slowly throwed till the day I'm diseased
Leaning tough, I got a cup full of stuff
With a starched crease and a Johnny Dang piece

I got that trunk cracked, windows tinted
Trunk cracked, windows tinted
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw

Comin' down so fly-y-y
Smokin' leaf, so hi-i-igh
Slowly rollin', I'm banging screw
Slowly rollin', I'm bangin' screw

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Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie - Lyrics - Bob Dylan

Title: Last Thoughts On Woody Guthrie
Artist: Bob Dylan
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
When yer head gets twisted and yer mind grows numb
When you think you're too old, too young, too smart or too dumb
When yer laggin' behind an' losin' yer pace
In a slow-motion crawl of life's busy race
No matter what yer doing if you start givin' up
If the wine don't come to the top of yer cup

If the wind's got you sideways with one hand holdin' on
And the other starts slipping and the feeling is gone
And yer train engine fire needs a new spark to catch it
And the wood's easy findin' but yer lazy to fetch it
And yer sidewalk starts curlin' and the street gets too long
And you start walkin' backwards though you know its wrong
And lonesome comes up as down goes the day
And tomorrow's mornin' seems so far away

And you feel the reins from yer pony are slippin'
And yer rope is a-slidin' 'cause yer hands are a-drippin'
And yer sun-decked desert and evergreen valleys
Turn to broken down slums and trash-can alleys
And yer sky cries water and yer drain pipe's a-pourin'
And the lightnin's a-flashing and the thunder's a-crashin'
And the windows are rattlin' and breakin' and the roof tops a-shakin'
And yer whole world's a-slammin' and bangin'

And yer minutes of sun turn to hours of storm
And to yourself you sometimes say
"I never knew it was gonna be this way
Why didn't they tell me the day I was born?"

And you start gettin' chills and yer jumping from sweat
And you're lookin' for somethin' you ain't quite found yet
And yer knee-deep in the dark water with yer hands in the air
And the whole world's a-watchin' with a window peek stare
And yer good gal leaves and she's long gone a-flying
And yer heart feels sick like fish when they're fryin'

And yer jackhammer falls from yer hand to yer feet
And you need it badly but it lays on the street
And yer bell's bangin' loudly but you can't hear it's beat
And you think yer ears might a been hurt
Or yer eyes've turned filthy from the sight-blindin' dirt
And you figured you failed in yesterdays rush
When you were faked out an' fooled white facing a four flush

And all the time you were holdin' three queens
And it's makin you mad, it's makin' you mean
Like in the middle of Life magazine
Bouncin' around a pinball machine

And there's something on yer mind you wanna be saying
That somebody someplace oughta be hearin'
But it's trapped on yer tongue and sealed in yer head
And it bothers you badly when your layin' in bed
And no matter how you try you just can't say it
And yer scared to yer soul you just might forget it
And yer eyes get swimmy from the tears in yer head
And yer pillows of feathers turn to blankets of lead

And the lion's mouth opens and yer staring at his teeth
And his jaws start closin with you underneath
And yer flat on your belly with yer hands tied behind
And you wish you'd never taken that last detour sign
And you say to yourself, "Just what am I doin'
On this road I'm walkin', on this trail I'm turnin'
On this curve I'm hanging
On this pathway I'm strolling, in the space I'm taking
In this air I'm inhaling?

Am I mixed up too much, am I mixed up too hard?
Why am I walking, where am I running?
What am I saying, what am I knowing?
On this guitar I'm playing, on this banjo I'm frailin'
On this mandolin I'm strummin', in the song I'm singin'
In the tune I'm hummin', in the words I'm thinkin'
In the words that I'm writing

In this ocean of hours I'm all the time drinkin'
Who am I helping, what am I breaking?
What am I giving, what am I taking?
But you try with your whole soul best
Never to think these thoughts and never to let
Them kind of thoughts gain ground
Or make yer heart pound
But then again you know why they're around
Just waiting for a chance to slip and drop down

"Cause sometimes you hear'em when the night times comes creeping
And you fear that they might catch you a-sleeping
And you jump from yer bed, from yer last chapter of dreamin'
And you can't remember for the best of yer thinking
If that was you in the dream that was screaming
And you know that it's something special you're needin'
And you know that there's no drug that'll do for the healin'
And no liquor in the land to stop yer brain from bleeding

You need something special, you need something special, all right
You need a fast flyin' train on a tornado track
To shoot you someplace and shoot you back
You need a cyclone wind on a stream engine howler
That's been banging and booming and blowing forever
That knows yer troubles a hundred times over

You need a Greyhound bus that don't bar no race
That won't laugh at yer looks, your voice or your face
And by any number of bets in the book
Will be rollin' long after the bubblegum craze
You need something to open up a new door
To show you something you seen before
But overlooked a hundred times or more
You need something to open your eyes

You need something to make it known
That it's you and no one else that owns
That spot that yer standing
That space that you're sitting
That the world ain't got you beat
That it ain't got you licked
It can't get you crazy no matter how many
Times you might get kicked

You need something special all right
You need something special to give you hope
But hope's just a word that maybe you said or maybe you heard
On some windy corner 'round a wide-angled curve
But that's what you need man, and you need it bad
And yer trouble is you know it too good
"Cause you look an' you start getting the chills
"Cause you can't find it on a dollar bill

And it ain't on Macy's window sill
And it ain't on no rich kid's road map
And it ain't in no fat kid's fraternity house
And it ain't made in no Hollywood wheat germ
And it ain't on that dimlit stage
With that half-wit comedian on it
Ranting and raving and taking yer money
And you thinks it's funny

No you can't find it in no night club or no yacht club
And it ain't in the seats of a supper club
And sure as hell you're bound to tell that no matter how hard you rub
You just ain't a-gonna find it on yer ticket stub
No, and it ain't in the rumors people're tellin' you
And it ain't in the pimple-lotion people are sellin' you
And it ain't in no cardboard-box house
Or down any movie star's blouse

And you can't find it on the golf course
And Uncle Remus can't tell you and neither can Santa Claus
And it ain't in the cream puff hair-do or cotton candy clothes
And it ain't in the dime store dummies or bubblegum goons
And it ain't in the marshmallow noises of the chocolate cake voices
That come knockin' and tappin' in Christmas wrappin'

Sayin' "Ain't I pretty and ain't I cute?
Look at my skin
Look at my skin shine, look at my skin glow
Look at my skin laugh, look at my skin cry"
When you can't even sense if they got any insides
These people so pretty in their ribbons and bows
No you'll not now or no other day
Find it on the doorsteps made out-a paper mache?
And inside it the people made of molasses
That every other day buy a new pair of sunglasses

And it ain't in the fifty-star generals and flipped-out phonies
Who'd turn yuh in for a tenth of a penny
Who breathe and burp and bend and crack
And before you can count from one to ten
Do it all over again but this time behind yer back, my friend
The ones that wheel and deal and whirl and twirl
And play games with each other in their sand-box world

And you can't find it either in the no-talent fools
That run around gallant and make all rules for the ones that got talent
And it ain't in the ones that ain't got any talent but think they do
And think they're foolin' you
The ones who jump on the wagon
Just for a while 'cause they know it's in style
To get their kicks, get out of it quick
And make all kinds of rnoney and chicks

And you yell to yourself and you throw down yer hat
Sayin', "Christ do I gotta be like that!
Ain't there no one here that knows where I'm at?
Ain't there no one here that knows how I feel?
Good God Almighty that stuff ain't real!

No but that ain't yer game, it ain't even yer race
You can't hear yer name, you can't see yer face
You gotta look some other place
And where do you look for this hope that yer seekin'?
Where do you look for this lamp that's a-burnin'?
Where do you look for this oil well gushin'?
Where do you look for this candle that's glowin'?
Where do you look for this hope that you know is there
And out there somewhere
And your feet can only walk down two kinds of roads?

Your eyes can only look through two kinds of windows
Your nose can only smell two kinds of hallways
You can touch and twist and turn two kinds of doorknobs
You can either go to the church of your choice
Or you can go to Brooklyn State Hospital
You'll find God in the church of your choice
You'll find Woody Guthrie in Brooklyn State Hospital

And though it's only my opinion
I may be right or wrong
You'll find them both
In the Grand Canyon at sundown

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Whatever - Lyrics - Wrath Of The Math - Jeru The Damaja

Title: Whatever
Album: Wrath Of The Math
Artist: Jeru The Damaja
Composer(s): Mayfield Jr Small, Kendrick Davis, Chris Martin

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Lyric:
Ayo, what's up? There's a lotta motherfuckers out here
With a style similar to mine nowadays
You know what I mean? Be tryin' to like

They infiltrated the camp and now they
They wanna take the style and claim it for their owns, ya know
But I'mma blow'em up 'cause it's just like
Whatever you know what I'm sayin'?

It's too strategical and mathematical
I rotate so fast that I appear invisible
I keep the chemical but never subliminal
The force centrifugal and spiritual

You got static? You are grounded 'cause I've mastered electrical
Mostly mental but don't sleep on the physical
Ignorance got'em chatterin', one even said I was a son to him
Still my L P is fatter than his or yours, took a two-year pause
Now that I'm back on the set my foes drop like hoe's drawers

In a brothel, only dealin' with what's logical
Applied science left MC's penetrable
The leader's stroke is apocalyptic
Hostile like Arabics in Israel with automatics
And if you want it, the monks can make it hectic
Set it off, fire burn up Jack Frost and Santa Claus

Whatever you want to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever

And to all y'all crews, whatever

Bound to blow up, but never disintegratin'
The ultimate MC equation, ferromagnetic
Ask my pops, it's genetic that's why I'm a weed head
And not the alcoholic, call it whatever you want to call it
Devils just know that it's some form of arithmetic

Hieroglyphic, 'cause you can picture this shit
The state of hip-hop today is like hookers in politics
Got MC in' locked down like a convict
Blowin' up opposition as I maneuver through it

And to make sure it's over stood, I stick around
Popular like crime in ghetto neighborhoods
Rock my crown like Shaka did, hold it down
Fuck your mind up like Joe Jackson kids, check it out

So whatever you want to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever

I gotta do my thing, I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever
I gotta do my thing, I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever
I gotta do my thing, I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever

[Incomprehensible]
Whatever

Fire, flames, heat up the competition
Spontaneous combustion, like the Pope's religion
Your style of emcee in' is Paganism
Your rhymes make no sense, just like a Roman Christian

But your niggas soup you up like Lipton
The Gwong Jan Lin of underground emcee in' strikes again
The snake bites again, but I'm immune to the poisonous venom
Ask the devil, he knows I'm dangerous

Freak on the mike but not sexual, call me unalike
'Cause my rhymes are never homo
Make you sad, like when Cher left Sonny Bono
Fire burn, Giuliani, Pataki and Cuomo

Whatever you want to do, make it clever
Whatever, whatever, whatever

I gotta do my thing, I represent
And to all y'all crews, whatever

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Triflin' - Lyrics - Coko

Title: Triflin'
Artist: Coko
Composer(s): Catrina Powell, Eve Jeffers, Roosevelt Harrell, Brian Morgan, Tamara Powell, Kaseem Dean, Angela Slates

Lyric:
Ice gleam when you walk through
Stopped in my tracks like daddy what I need
But I'm a play the back got a whole lot of chicks
Wanna say they touch your stacks
And I see you're playin' Santa Claus
Got 'em all on your lap

But they givin' you whatever you want
Not me though, stallion ride rough
Plus I'm trying to see dough
Enough to make you fiend
Coko like cane, what you need
Challenge make it nothing
Let me see if you can handle me

Sexy, tempting, caught my attention
Knew that he had me in a daze
Oh his fly ways, teasing me
Enchanted, the way he
Stopped and stared me in the face

But as soon he said a word
The same old line that I already heard
Disappointed me right away
'Cause of the things he had to say were

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Tired, gaming
That's such a shame

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Fine as hell though
And that's so pitiful

His lips enticing, so inviting
Smile could melt your heart away, oh
I started to imagine just what could happen
If he should come and talk to me

But as soon he said a word
The same old line that I already heard
Disappointed me right away
'Cause of the things he had to say were

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Tired, gaming
That's such a shame

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Fine as hell though
And that's so pitiful

Ooh, I like what I see
Ooh, shorty, come and talk to me
Ooh, you spoke your first word
Ooh, I can't believe the shit I heard

Huh? What you mean you wanna touch at my house?
You'll never see me bent over my couch
Think I'm a chicken watch me thug it out
Matter of fact I'm a forget that I met you

Now why you gonna make me get ghetto and disrespect you
Had to be a clown and I'm a laugh at your silly ass
Pass on your petty cash, never should of thought I was weak
Can't believe you had the nerve to speak
Player you know who I am
You must of though I was some type of freak

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Tired, gaming
That's such a shame

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Fine as hell though
And that's so pitiful

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Tired, gaming
That's such a shame

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Fine as hell though
And that's so pitiful

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Tired, gaming
That's such a shame

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Fine as hell though
And that's so pitiful

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Tired, gaming
That's such a shame

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Fine as hell though
And that's so pitiful

Triflin', ghetto
Sorry, oh no
Tired, gaming
That's such a shame

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Night Time - Lyrics - Elvis Costello

Title: Night Time
Artist: Elvis Costello
Composer(s): Patrick John Chambers

Lyric:
Wait until the light goes out, I don't wanna be seen about
Maybe we could find a place to go
Find a crowded place where they don't care about your face
Or if your name is even Santa Claus or Joe

I'll be right at home if they leave me alone
That's why I only operate at night time

Wait until the clock strikes ten, it'll all start happening then
Baby, just you wait and see
But we can have a little party, laugh and sing and everything
I know you'll like it, just you wait and see

Maybe first we'll dig a movie
Then we'll hit the high spots feelin' groovy
That's why I only operate at night time

The right time is the night time
I wait till it's late and I can concentrate
Making love by the light of the moon

So when it's way past nine, get ready for a swinging time
'Cause I don't know where to draw the line
But we can have a little party, laugh and sing and everything
I know you'll like it, just you wait and see

Maybe first we'll dig a movie
Then we'll hit the high spots feelin' groovy
That's why I only operate at night time

Night time
Night time
Night time
...

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Everybody Playin' Here - Lyrics - The Lost Masters - Kool Keith

Title: Everybody Playin' Here
Album: The Lost Masters
Artist: Kool Keith
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

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Lyric:
Yo I ain't hearin nothin, Kool Keith in the place
I'm a be all up in your face
Yo, I'm a tell you, I don't wanna hear what you got to say

'Gwan from here, forget the all-star game
Light your ass man with flame, urinate in the brain
Ladies react move with panties off with the prawns
Imposter from the Barbados
Private jets shock your island
40 Oz. undercover with a cashmere
Your fake Gucci glasses, your jacket's made out of reindeer
Jealous, I know you act like you don't hear
Top controller, winey waste
I'm not impressed, beyond your fat stomach
Twist your tiny waist
Jacket and juice leave your bad mouth with a bad taste
We keep it clean, no passin gas or sardines in here
No girls with a lack of hygiene with sardines in here
Yo, you know Garland, open the roof, crack the beer

It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here

Like Free and Mary J. Blige, AJ look like the Predator
#1 With the tec-9 in the duffel bag, I'm your competitor
Bounty catcher master, you face me in America
You know you guys rhymin little gay for commercial
Deep in the industry, the anal crevices
Y'all date men, your bodyguards too busy datin trends
The kid on the mic, your hype man goes the other way
Santa Monica butt boys
Fly your girls in from Chicago, Illinois
Ask the judge right here, don't budge right here
Y'all light in the ass, featherweight, fly your kite here
Bird figures, y'all ain't all that, don't let me reveal you
Cap peel you, top of the mansion butt boys
Earnin for girls, y'all strut boys
Play your right hand side with Tonka toys
Walkin back and forth like Enoch against your crew
Sayin "crush, kill, destroy"
Asian girls relax on Soul Train, you're stiff
Eat your bok choi

It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here

Special effects make most of your average rappers with pastel colors
Wallpaper in your background, I P-I-S-S on you
Game benefits, collect C-I-S-S on you
Don't need one mic there, I'd rather vomit on two
People suck! Are you down? I'm in your area
You bad, the more the merrier
Santa Claus, put flammable fluid to your claws
I break all sissy laws
Treat you like a prosti' on Sunset, you bet
I know you're in the back of the aisle, your girdle's wet
You got the nerve to move and listen to Keitho Sweat
Look around yo
You're like the girl who used to sing a long time in Florida
I call you Anquette

It's apparent, tell no shame in here
Everybody know the game in here
Know you playin in here, what you sayin in here
You're playin here

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Dear Yvette - Lyrics - Radio - Ll Cool J

Title: Dear Yvette
Album: Radio
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Rick Rubin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Yo, Yvette, there's a lot of rumors going around
They're so bad, baby, you might have to skip town
See something's smelling fishy and they say it's you
All I know is that you made it with the whole damn crew

They say you're a man-eater during the full moon
Mascot of the senior boys' locker room
They said Yvette walked in, there wasn't too much rap
Her reputation got bigger and so did her gap
'Cuz girl, your momma shoulda taught you better
I'ma sit down and write you a long letter

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

I'm glad you ain't my sister, then again if you was
I'd have to treat you like you was my distant 'cuz
I'm not a news reporter, I don't mean to assume
What should I think? I seen ya coming out the men's bathroom
You wasn't in there alone, wasn't using the phone
The door was locked for twenty minutes, all I heard was "Moan"

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

I don't really know if the story is so
I can either ask Curly or Larry or Moe
Or Earl, Shabazz, Lou, Mookie or Joe
Like Santa Claus said, you're a ho-ho-ho

In every disco, you say hello
Like you're a little angel but we all know
Since you was eleven you been acting this way
You always got in bed when you wanted to play
You're a freak, you think you're Lady Godiva
Some freaks are live but Yvette you're liver

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

You're a back-seat queen, a elevator pro
A high-powered body makes your Levis grow
See the stories I've heard, they could amaze
I heard she did it on a motorcycle back in the days

So calm down freak, get a G.E.D.
That's a General Education on Decency
One day you'll see and agree with me
Unless you're gonna be a freak until you're 93

For you there's no fee, everything is free
This is from me to you, not you to me
Every night is your night, your leather pants are tight
You try to shake your butt with all your might

I don't really wanna diss nobody
You might think I had a little too much Bacardi
But that's not the problem, the problem's Yvette
How bad can a girl's reputation get?
See, she's the kinda girl all the homeboys met
If you're desperate, ask Yvette 'cuz she'll say "Bet"

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

B-Boys are hard on the boulevard
The reverend at the church said you was barred
Homeboys on the block love you a lot
You're a real famous freak whether you like it or not

So before you start walking and your beak starts squawking
Let me explain to you who is talking
I'm LL Cool J, from around the way
You boogie down to my records almost every day

Go a hundred miles an hour when you're standing still
You're faster than my Caddy when it's going downhill
Won't forget that day in the YMCA
The guy at the desk said it was okay
For you to come inside 'cuz he knew you'd stay
Greg G and Garfield yelled 'Hooray'

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette
Dear, Yvette

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