If You'Re Ever Down In Dallas - Lyrics - Some Things I Know - Lee Ann Womack

Title: If You'Re Ever Down In Dallas
Album: Some Things I Know
Artist: Lee Ann Womack
Composer(s): Lee Ann Womack, Jason Sellers

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Lyric:
I'm sure Fort Worth has seen it's share of heartaches
But it's plainly seen your heart's not broken now
You're in love with someone new and up on top of the world
You say, you've seen the last of the lonely side of town

But if you're ever down in Dallas, darlin', wonderin' what to do
Just call on me, 'cause I've been there too
Maybe I could help 'cause I know so well, how it hurts to lose at love
If you're ever down in Dallas, look me up

Well, I gave up on our love and left you cryin'
But there's times we all make choices that we regret
So if you wind up lonely 'cause you've made the same mistake
I can take you all the places a fool goes to forget

So if you're ever down in Dallas, darlin', wonderin' what to do
Just call on me, 'cause I've been there too
Maybe I could help 'cause I know so well, how it hurts to lose at love
If you're ever down in Dallas, look me up
If you're ever down in Dallas, look me up

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40 - Ballaholic - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Ballaholic
Artist: E
Composer(s): Ricardo Thomas, Kevin Davis, Earl Stevens

Lyric:
You know my, my whole defanation is to spit straight game
You dig that? I come from the game baby, y'know
I come from this motherfucker, you undersmell that?
Aya, and you know, it's like this nigga
Pimped-out all day you know Hillside Vallejo nigga
You undersmell me? Been speakin' the real for many moons
My niggaz in the 7 0 7 on down to Compton

I'm in my Fubu drawers, she in her gown
'Cause if some cats tryin' to have at me
I sick the canine in the background
I'm plannin' on splittin' my crown but it ain't gon' be too simple

See I'm a baller, I got bars around the window
Rottweilers, pits, aikietas, doberman pischers tanked up in the yard
With a sign on the fence that reads, "Warning: Beware Of Dog"
You play the frog if you feel froggish nigga leap

I neglect my dogs, starvin', sometimes they don't eat
Elroy speak to me about my triple-beam, officer, I got proof
Po'-po', that's for weighin' nuts and fruits
Run wit' a whole bunch of rugged rowdy-ass knuckleheads
KnowhatImean?

Big nigga, the size of a football team
I wear these glasses so that I can look like a square
But if you ever see me in a fight with a bear
Don't help me nigga, help the bear

Me and my wales, we be coonin'
But see you the type of the nigga
That'll go in the backroom
And beep yo'self and act like yo' pager boomin'

Yeah man, 'cause a real tycoon
Gon' take this shit from the flo' to the moon
Still Northstar ridin', six-oh strikin'
Switch up V-S cherry chokin' the wrist and the pinkie

But keep it loose around the neck and make sure hoes in check
So if you gon' fill a nigga cup, fill it up with paper
'Cause we ballaholics bitch, ain't that quiet about this shit
If you're on it spend it like you mean it

Uhh, I'll have you
Ever since I was ankle low to a centipede's claw
I always wanted to play pro-baseball
Weepolization family, that's my favorite sport

But instead I'm back and forth to jail and in and out of court
Bitch, serious about my rock shrine
I don't give a fuck, how much courage juice you had
Nigga yo' mug don't mean like mine

I bring the noise like a cymbal
I fuck with 40 dem, make you stick your pistol out the window
Bitch, y'all oughta see me at the state fair
Showin' off in front of my broad, tryin' to win my lil' nieces

One of the biggest stuffed animal prizes there
Nicknamed Charlie but my street name is Earl
Ballaholic like Felix Mitchell nephew Lil' Darrell
I know these streets like the Task Force know dope

I am the streets, my ghetto pass can't be revoked
Ten percent, I paid my tithes, forgive me for my sins
Smoke an ounce of weed a day
Maybe that's why I ain't go no ends

You see, you niggaz real truant mayne
Runnin' around here puttin' a black eye in the game
When we tryin' to feed y'all somethin' nutritional for the brain
And nourish yo' game

You see there's two type of niggaz in this world
Those that eat and those that don't
What type of nigga is you, you know? You see we got the tycoon status
Big hogs, tryin to pile the money up out your trash, you dig?

You can call me, Lawry's 'cause I'm seasoned
I eat crevice, but not when it's bleeding
Don't get me wrong, I love sex but I don't play that part
I love Virginia, but not when the Virginia's tart

Toss me good, and I might Dolce and Gabbana it
Gave yo' ass some bread, and let you go buy up some shit
Callin' yourself takin' advantage of my riches
I'm tryin' to be nice to yo' ass, I normally talk bad about you bitches

Invested to "Tha Hall of Game" buggin' and bein' notorious
For slappin' chickenheads upside they weave-a with my Nokia
Mayday mayday, callin' all patrol cars and units
Be on the lookout for the Hillside managler, 40-Water the Ballaholic

I'd rather fly than ride Amtrak
When I'm in Dallas I fuck with [Incomprehensible], and go hard black
Make an opera singer wanna write some raps
Papered up, like who? Like a fax, bitch

I know you didn't say papered up like a fats
Yeah, 'cause we do this shit
Up off the ground on a pitcher's mound
Slidin', to the bad catcher, able to snatch ya

Bat yo' G out the pocket
Run it again with a nigga that's in the socket
And it ain't my problem, if the hoe hollerin'
We all about dollars and collar-poppin'

Nigga, bitch, baller, let me explain to you, a ballaholic nigga
Undersmell this nigga
If you got your vehicle in your baby's momma's name
Nigga youse a ballaholic, nigga you undersmell me?

Please believe in a nigga
Ballaholic nigga, you undersmell me?
If you sittin' on gold tennis shoe slippers nigga
You undersmell me? You'se a ballaholic

Don't ever get it twisted nigga, yeah
If you put ten thousand down on some jewels nigga
Over at your house nigga in Frisco nigga
And go back and get it the next day, youse a ballaholic

You smell that nigga? Ballaholics nigga
Ballaholics fuck with Sic-Wid-It records nigga
Ballaholics listen to that mob shit nigga
We stick to the rules and regulations of this motherfuckin' game

You undersmell that? Please believe it, bitch-ass niggaz
If youse a ballaholic, nigga, scream it like you mean it
Youse a baller, please believe that, that's what a ballaholic is nigga
We ball 'til we have it all you undersmell that?

Rick Rock, youse a ballaholic?
My nigga, my nigga D-Wiz a ballaholic
Don't ever get it twitted nigga
My nigga Kaveo in the motherfucker with me you undersmell that?

We some fools with it
My nigga Steve Garvey, [Incomprehensible], you undersmell that?
And that nigga Muggsy you know he's a fuckin' ballaholic
Gold-tooth motherfuckin' pretty boy Floyd ass nigga

I love you to death motherfucker, fuck ya though
Fuck ya, fuck ya, fuck ya, I'm in this motherfucker for life
V A L L H O, L I C, it's me E Feeze E
L I C, it's me E Feeze E
Ballaholic bitch

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What About Your Friends (Extended Remix) - Lyrics - Tlc

Title: What About Your Friends (Extended Remix)
Artist: Tlc
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, William Earl Collins, George Jr Clinton, Lisa Lopes, Dallas L Austin, Walter Morrison

Lyric:
What about your friends?
What about?
What about your friends?
What about, what about?

Every now and then I get a little crazy
That's not the way it's supposed to be
Sometimes my vision is a little hazy
I can't tell who I should trust or just who I let trust me, yeah

People try to say I act a little funny
But that's just a figure of speech to me
They tell me I changed because I got money
But if you were there before then you're still down with me

What about your friends?
Will they stand their ground? Will they let you down again?
What about your friends?
Are they gonna be low down? Will they ever be around
Or will they turn their backs on you

Well is it me or can it be I'm a little too friendly
So to speak hypothetically say I supply creativity
To what others must take as a form of self-hate
Only to make an enemy which results in unfortunate destiny
They dog me out then be next to me
Just 'cause I am what some choose to envy

Every now and then I get a little easy
I let a lot of people depend on me
I never though they would ever deceive me
Don't you know when times got rough I was standing on my own?

I'll never let another get that close to me
You see I've grown a lot smarter now
Sometimes you have to choose and then you'll see
If your friend is true they'll be there with you through the thick and thin

What about your friends?
Will they stand their ground? Will they let you down again?
What about your friends?
Are they gonna be low down? Will they ever be around
Or will they turn their backs on you

Yo, this is me, well is it me or can it be I'm a little too friendly
So to speak hypothetically say I supply creativity
To what others must take as a form of self-hate
Only to make an enemy which results in unfortunate destiny
They dog me out then be next to me
Just 'cause I am what some choose to envy

What about your friends?
Will they stand their ground? Will they let you down again?
What about your friends?
Are they gonna be low down? Will they ever be around
Or will they turn their backs on you

People say I act a little funny, I wouldn't change not for no money
I'll be a friend as long as you're a friend to me, yeah, yeah
Even though I might seem easy, it don't give you no cause to deceive me
It's not the way I want my friends to ever be

What about your friends?
Will they stand their ground? Will they let you down again?
What about your friends?
Are they gonna be low down? Will they ever be around
Or will they turn their backs on you

What about your friends?
Will they stand their ground? Will they let you down again?
What about your friends?
Are they gonna be low down? Will they ever be around
Or will they turn their backs on you

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Truckin' - Lyrics - Dwight Yoakam

Title: Truckin'
Artist: Dwight Yoakam
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Robert Hall Weir, Philip Lesh, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Truckin' got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line just keep truckin' on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas, got a soft machine
Houston, too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let you be, oh no

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they better be goin'
Out of the door and down on the street all alone

Truckin', like the do-dah man
Once told me, "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay 'em down

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo
I been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
It takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

Busted, down on Bourbon Street
Set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
They just won't let you be, no

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
Get out of the door and light out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

Truckin', I'm a goin' home
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on

Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

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Truckin' - Lyrics - Grateful Dead

Title: Truckin'
Artist: Grateful Dead
Composer(s): Robert C Hunter, Robert Hall Weir, Philip Lesh, Jerome J Garcia

Lyric:
Truckin' got my chips cashed in
Keep truckin', like the do-dah man
Together, more or less in line just keep truckin' on

Arrows of neon and flashing marquees out on Main Street
Chicago, New York, Detroit and it's all on the same street
Your typical city involved in a typical daydream
Hang it up and see what tomorrow brings

Dallas, got a soft machine
Houston, too close to New Orleans
New York got the ways and means
But just won't let you be, oh no

Most of the cats that you meet on the street speak of true love
Most of the time they're sittin' and cryin' at home
One of these days they know they better be goin'
Out of the door and down on the street all alone

Truckin', like the do-dah man
Once told me, "You've got to play your hand"
Sometimes your cards ain't worth a dime
If you don't lay 'em down

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

What in the world ever became of sweet Jane?
She lost her sparkle, you know she isn't the same
Livin' on reds, vitamin C, and cocaine
All a friend can say is, "Ain't it a shame?"

Truckin', up to Buffalo
I been thinkin', you got to mellow slow
It takes time, you pick a place to go
And just keep truckin' on

Sittin' and starin' out of the hotel window
Got a tip they're gonna kick the door in again
I'd like to get some sleep before I travel
But if you got a warrant, I guess you're gonna come in

Busted, down on Bourbon Street
Set up, like a bowlin' pin
Knocked down, it gets to wearin' thin
They just won't let you be, no

You're sick of hangin' around and you'd like to travel
Get tired of travelin' and you want to settle down
I guess they can't revoke your soul for tryin'
Get out of the door and light out and look all around

Sometimes the light's all shinin' on me
Other times I can barely see
Lately it occurs to me
What a long, strange trip it's been

Truckin', I'm a goin' home
Whoa whoa baby, back where I belong
Back home, sit down and patch my bones
And get back truckin' on

Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Get back truckin' on
Been there get back truckin' on

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G. E. T. O. - Lyrics - Geto Boys

Title: G. E. T. O.
Artist: Geto Boys
Composer(s): Michael Barnett, Joe Johnson, James Smith, Brad Jordan

Lyric:
Killa, you're face to face with Scarface
G to the E to the T O

Now here it comes, motherfuckers die hard 'til the end
(Boom)
Mr. Scarface, not your ordinary dope man
On the for reala, my nigga, I'm a born killa
Let my nuts hanging out, give a fuck if ya bigger

'Cause I'm that nigga who gets ass rolling ten deep
And shove this shoe up in your shit far as ten feet
Creep by creep 'cause I'm in this shit deep
Never ever caught slipping, bitch 'cause I don't sleep

And if I sleep, the kid gets beat and that's bullshit
'Cause I'm still a lunatic
Body snatcher, Peter Roll capture
Killer coming atcha, niggero subtracter

Small time dope game, plenty heart though
Good girl go bad, I'm high off a motherfucker
I read my diary, mind play tricks
And traveled the world with a nigga named Bushwick

Lost a member back in December
Nigga gets respect from Boston to Denver
Compton, Jersey, Philly, Brooklyn
Oakland, Dallas, Houston look, man

It ain't a goddamn thing being took
From the bad boys of Houston, so go ahead and dial a crook
And watch some niggas spit the game cool
Ran back and brace yourself, nigga 'cause here it comes, fool

Here it comes, fool
P E T E R M A N, ain't no hoe ass motherfuckers

Bang bang bang, motherfuckers, lay it down
Prat tat tat, the Peterman is in the house
And I'm about to spray it down
Letting niggas hand fit my gat, I gots to grab it
Smoking motherfuckers is a habit

I'm on a mission, opposition get tore up from the floor up
Kicking the type of gangsta shit that make ya throw up
G plus E plus T plus O
Geto Boys run shit in '93 but you don't hear me though

Huh, breaking niggas off who bother to
Fuck around with techs, thinking we ain't nothing but barbecue
So fool, get your ass on
Before the Peterman in the house, getting his blast on

Sending niggas smooth to the concrete
Making mo' motherfucking deal then a swap meet
The C O N V I C T S is hitting niggas where it hurt
Kicking up dirt down in Texas, so here it comes, fool

Any motherfucker wanna get with Bushwick
Bring it on, motherfucker

Well, what do you know, it's that nigga named Bushwick
Back again still dropping the Bs on a punk bitch
Kicking that G shit ever so clear
5th Ward steady coming hard every fucking year

I went from copping the cash a couple of months ago
But niggas call me crazy 'cause I'm known to smoke a hoe
Smoke a hoe, smoke a hoe, smoke two, smoke a few
Got my motherfucking crew, now what you wanna do?

B U S H W I C K blowing niggas away
Doing this type of shit every motherfucking day
Never waste another niggas time
Got my 9, getting paid, kicking these motherfucking dope rhymes

So if it comes down to it, I might gatcha
Dead in that motherfucking dump, give that ass a fracture
'Cause I ain't that nigga you wanna fuck with
Bushwick Bill, the nigga named Chuckwick
So here it comes, fool

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No Better Love - Lyrics - After 7

Title: No Better Love
Artist: After 7
Composer(s): Dallas Austin, Randy Ran

Lyric:
Time and time again, I tell you
There's no better love, than the love I give you
No matter where you go, or who you love
You'll never find a love like mine

Lately I've been so into you
I can't begin to let you know
Sweetheart, I want to show you
That I can be more than you've ever had before

Make you my everything, and you'll have one hell of a man
I'll prove to you that I am down with you, girl
Put diamond rings on your hands, just let me know where we stand
And I'll be there to care, girl, I promise, baby

There is just no better love, you'll never find a love
Who'll give you all the joy and all the things I do
There's just no better love, you can not get enough
Of my lovin', kissin' and huggin', baby

Girl, you know I can not live without you
For a day in my life, no, I want you to be my wife
Girl, if we were ever apart, I'd be a lonely man
With no one else to hold on

It was deep in my heart to tell you the real
If you would only feel what I'm feelin', baby
Just bear with me now, I'm here for your love
And I'll be there to care girl, I promise, baby

There is just no better love, you'll never find a love
Who'll give you all the joy and all the things I do
There's just no better love, you can not get enough
Of my lovin', kissin' and huggin', oh babe

There's just no better love, you'll never find a love
Who'll give you all the joy and all the things I do
There's just no better love, you can not get enough
Of my lovin', kissin' and huggin', baby, there

There
You'll never get enough of my love, oh baby

There is no love
Right on time when you need it, blow your mind, little sweetie
There is no love
Can't get all my lovin', you're one of a kind

There is no love, no love baby, better than my lovin' sugar
Right on time when you need it, blow your mind, little sweetie
No love, no love baby, no love
Can't get all my lovin', you're one of a kind

There is just no better love, you'll never find a love
Who'll give you all the joy and all the things I do
There's just no better love, you can not get enough
Of my lovin', kissin' and huggin', baby

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My Hood - Lyrics - S.D.E. - Cam'Ron

Title: My Hood
Album: S.D.E.
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Don Blackman, Norman Jesse Whitfield, Barrett Strong, Cameron Giles

Lyric:
You do what you do where you live
I do what I do where I live that's what makes me nigga
And that's just the way it is nigga
Killer, Prease, Vacant Lot, Diplomat
Killer, family nigga, yo, Killer, yo, yo, yo

Where I'm from kids get it hectic but get arrested but get respected
Piss infested, dyslexic, take caution money for extortion money
Girl's fate just for abortion money, honey no day you'll play me on
Flip water, nuttin' like Avion, type a shit my niggas get gravy on
Money missin', might find your baby, gone, the way we bond

Cam got ta spray these arms, have you relocate like Kay Re conn?
Crazy don, crazy cons girl, fuck, put they ladies on, me I'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give her a loan, shit, only thing I leave you is alone
Indeed you could bone, lemme read you a poem
Mom, no good for ya, it's da hood for ya

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

Yo, yo, yo, now it's gangs out here, cats pass we flaggin'
Blue and red rags we braggin', look out y'all, here the padon wagon
Cops or punks, hit 'em with the pump, nigga, wanna front
Killer give 'em what they want, roll 'em up in the rug
Dump they body in the trunk, eat hoe heat low kill slow like mosquito
Now we dead if i ever did doubt of her, you want these streets?

Tryin' to get out of 'em, gotta leave 'fore they see Cam fold
Where they don't speak English or Espaniol, no, where I go
They don't spit that rap, they say, "Ching chang maka halia"
Yeah, shit like that, get my gat, click my clack, Cam's killin' this
I write for niggas, am I a ventriloquist? Ya feelin' this
Niggas, pump ya krills ta dis be careful, Harlem world will get this

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

Yo, yo, yo, cats wanna talk shit, I don't throw back trash at 'em
I come through in a drop top, laugh at 'em, wit the girls behind me
'Bout ta throw a pass at 'em, they with me stupid, now ma
Blast at 'em, cats fire when I'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give 'em Macaulay Culkin lie, Dolly Parton high, they all can buy
Got it for sale and I don't run the crack spot, operation is a jag drop

Rag mop, access with a laptop, one of the have-nots to brick money
Then I came through in the six yummy, ya whole click sick tummy
But be careful, out in this game, buyers, suppliers, yo they wearin' wires
But come up in the world, if I twirl you fry got killed like a bitch hair
Curled and dyed

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

My hood, hoes, thugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'
My hood, guns, drugs, what it is it good for?
Absolutely nothin', nothin', nothin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo this for every hood, every poverty
My whole NYC Harlem eastside, my cats down in NATL
You win, keep it krump Miami, keep it off the chain
Cat Gatti, I see you in Green Borough, get money

VA my guys out in CHI-town, the whole Cali, Westside
LA, bay area, Dego, Houston, Dallas, Memphis
Keep it krump, Detroit, I see everybody, every hood
Every ghetto Everything is a poverty, we love y'all
Dip-Set, Killer Cam, Jim Jones, Freaky

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The Couple - Lyrics - James Bonamy

Title: The Couple
Artist: James Bonamy
Composer(s): Douglas Michael Johnson

Lyric:
We met the couple in a restaurant in Dallas
They were twice our age and so much in love
Twenty years they were celebrating
Hand in hand they couldn't sit close enough
I leaned over and asked that man
"What is your secret for love like that?"

He said, "There's never really been any secret
Love is simply what you make of it
In a world with so many choices
Just give your heart and then stand by it"

We bought champagne and we toasted the couple
They wished us well and then went their way
We sat back down a little closer together
And, you told me what that woman had to say
She said, "Honey love won't ever be easy
But that don't mean it can't be the best"

"You see there's never really been any secret
Love is simply what you make of it
In a world with so many choices
Just give your heart and then stand by it"

Two people in love
I wonder if they know how much they meant to us

We've often wondered about that couple
Where they are and what they're doing today
They're probably in some restaurant in Dallas
Helping some young couple find their way

They're saying, there's never really been any secret
Love is simply what you make of it
In a world with so many choices
Just give your heart and then stand by it
Go on and give your heart and then stand by it

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