Ironic (Acoustic Album Version) - Lyrics - Alanis Morissette

Title: Ironic (Acoustic Album Version)
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Glen Ballard, Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
Hey yiah yiah
Yiah yea yea
Hey yiah

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic
Don't you think?

It's like rain on your weddin' day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
Well, isn't this nice
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think?

It's like rain on your weddin' day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneakin' up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's goin' right, right
And life has a funny way nobody helpin' you out when
You think everyhing's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meetin' the man of my dreams
And then meetin' his beautiful wife, umm
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think?
A little too ironic
And yeah, I really do think

It's like rain on your weddin' day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

And well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way of helpin' you out
Helpin' you out

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Ironic - Lyrics - Jagged Little Pill - Alanis Morissette

Title: Ironic
Album: Jagged Little Pill
Artist: Alanis Morissette
Composer(s): Glen Ballard, Alanis Morissette

Lyric:
Hey yiah yiah
Yiah yea yea
Hey yiah

An old man turned ninety-eight
He won the lottery and died the next day
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late
Isn't it ironic
Don't you think?

It's like rain on your weddin' day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Mr. Play It Safe was afraid to fly
He packed his suitcase and kissed his kids goodbye
He waited his whole damn life to take that flight
And as the plane crashed down he thought
Well, isn't this nice
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think?

It's like rain on your weddin' day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

Well life has a funny way of sneakin' up on you
When you think everything's okay and everything's goin' right, right
And life has a funny way nobody helpin' you out when
You think everyhing's gone wrong and everything blows up
In your face

A traffic jam when you're already late
A no smoking sign on your cigarette break
It's like ten thousand spoons when all you need is a knife
It's meetin' the man of my dreams
And then meetin' his beautiful wife, umm
And isn't it ironic
Don't you think?
A little too ironic
And yeah, I really do think

It's like rain on your weddin' day
It's a free ride when you've already paid
It's the good advice that you just didn't take
And who would've thought, it figures

And well, life has a funny way of sneaking up on you
And life has a funny, funny way of helpin' you out
Helpin' you out

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God Has Smiled On Me - Lyrics - Afroman

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Touchdown - Lyrics - T.I. vs. T.I.P - T.I.

Title: Touchdown
Album: T.I. vs. T.I.P
Artist: T.I.
Composer(s): Clifford Harris, Marshall Mathers

Lyric:
When we touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

When we get in town you know how we getting down
Pull a cling and hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out
I'm livin', what they talkin' 'bout? I'm shinin' if it dark or not
That one hundred DX double R, you'll find that in the parkin' lot

You barkin' up the wrong tree, I do this shit for Zone 3
4, 5 and 6 as well as 1, Atlanta, I'm forever, son
Still be on whatever coast, grindin', blowin' heavy smoke
Him you better tell 'em 'fore, won't hesitate to let him go

They know I put that green light on them haters
Keep on tryin' me, I'll put that beam right on ya tater
Now you don't wanna see T.I.P. be irate
Just try to keep him in a cage but some how he keep escapin'

That's why I be on vacation, Virgin Island I be takin'
Private planes out to Spain, now keep on flyin', I ain't fakin'
The money ain't a thing, think I'm lyin', you're mistaken
You can find long lines and all kinds of bitches your way

And when we touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

Welcome to the Midwest, yes
Where them Detroit players ball like you have no idea, the boy is here
Got the whole place lookin' like its candy painted, ain't it?
Like we left the kids at home and just let 'em loose with the crayons

Fuck, I just hit a jogger, people lookin' like frogger
They Hoppin' out the way whenever they see Marshall's car comin'
The kids painted my windows with black, permanent marker
And left the rest of the car color cover like swirl pops

And I got the bass thumpin' but I'm bound to bump into something
Kids are flyin' through the air, lookin' like they're crumpin'
The way they're tumbling I gotta do something
But soon as I hit the car wash to get the tar off
Then it's right back at it tomorrow

They're like dead, this is in so get with the trend
This is for the pimps listenin' to me, nail polish on the rims
And now it's custom chrome but I gotta go do a show
So go on with your bad self, just have it back to normal

When I touch down
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

From my arrival until my departure
Guarantee I put this D I C K in somebody daughter, aye
I still have my way with the ladies across the water
Flew to Paris from Haiti, just some shit that I thought of

It's ironic kind of shit that we buy, man
Make us psychotical threat to corporate America
Then why they runnin' from me?

How could they be so ignorant? Look at what hip hop den done
It's allowed us to run a business, legimitated our monies
Got us out the ghettos and relocated out mommies
I made it all the way here, ain't no way you takin' it from me

So excuse me, Oprah, honey, I'm sorry, really I promise
But niggas, bitches and hoes do exist, I'm just bein' honest
But that am I bein' punished, why are you so astonished?
Now I ain't got a degree, just intelligence in abundance

So you ain't gotta like me, I know millions of folks who love me
You can see it how they yellin' and screamin and waitin' for me

When I touchdown
There's no need to ask me, okay
Everybody know them Southern boys love that bass
Atlanta go bananas, Alabama, Louisiana
Mississippi, Tenekeys, every muthafuckin' state

When we touchdown
Go right from the plane to the range
When we touchdown
On the private plane, gettin' brain

Till we touchdown
There ain't no way to keep 'em quiet
With T.I. and Shady, baby, we 'bout to move inside a ride
When we touchdown

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Z - If I Should Die - Lyrics - Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life - Jay

Title: Z - If I Should Die
Album: Vol. 2... Hard Knock Life
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Malcolm Byer, Shawn Carter, Kaseem Dean, N Leguerre

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Lyric:
Come on, life, death
Here, gone, yo

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

Don't cry my niggas it's been one hell of a ride my niggas
In the middle of the trial I flip pies my niggas
I did joints with Mary J Blige my niggas
I've eluded the coppers got booted with Big Poppa

Skated through with the Cesar Picadas
At high school got head by the lockers
Gassed the baddest girl in the class to show me her knockers
Rocked jewels dropped school still didn't fail

Rhymes still written well hold court in the street
Never sit in the cell for a second then I'm gettin' my bail
Shoot it out with the bounty hunters fuck
Sittin' in the county for summers if they should down me

Everybody around us become one for that day
To live life get your shit right and play
Don't get it twisted like rays if I miss that's okay
But life's short don't miss a day uh

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

Don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep gettin' it on my niggas, say word is bond my niggas

I got a lot to look back on in '88
Got my crack on ten years later gettin' my rap on
Gettin' shorties like a thespian
Had an episode with two lesbians got a fetish for that

Drunk ginseng with Japanese chicks and pulled the root out
Squeeze my whole clip to survive shootouts
Been on both coasts fired all kinds of heat
Probably be kinda glad to leave these mean streets

I got dead mens to meet and questions to fulfill
Like is that mystery God real? And how was Kennedy killed?
I ain't mad, I must've smoked a ton of reefer sipped Coronas
With Latifah broke the code of Geneva

I know when I reach the other side I'ma see the
Cat I had beef with who blood remains on my sneaker
Then it's on again if I could be born again
I live my life through my son and tell him never have a friend

Just family reincarnated I'll show him the time
That I waited to get paid tell him never be afraid
Niggas hearts pump Kool Aid and yo blood run thicker
Never shed tears cry liquor my nigga

If I die don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep bangin' these songs my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas, if I die

Don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga

I'm the aftermath of pleasure never die alone
Born to live forever through life's struggles
I cut corners and took drastic measures
See you niggas life expire right in front of me

Time could never mend what these cold streets
Mentally done to me too often I close my eyes
And see my own coffin feelin' haunted ready to leave
This world that I'm lost in my only chance

To see the seeds I lost through abortion
When I'm gone y'all niggas better not mourn
Keep flossin' as long as my name
Lives on what's most important

I'll be down in hell scorchin' preparin' for life
Afterlife still torchin' and blazin' these mics
It'd rain for 40 days and 40 nights
And I'd return on the 3rd like Christ

Without my physical portion
My spirit a poltergeist for sure
I'll be back through the heist tomorrow
Blood over y'all fake niggas door
What you thought? What you thought?

If I should die don't cry my niggas
Just stay gettin' high my niggas
Don't wonder why my niggas
When I'm gone live on my niggas
Just follow my path my niggas
Say word to Half my nigga, when I die

Don't cry my niggas
It's been one hell of a ride my niggas
Say word to Wais my niggas
When I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Just keep gettin it on my niggas
Say word is bond my niggas, if I die

Don't cry my niggas
Just ride my niggas bust bullets in the sky my niggas
And when I'm gone don't mourn my niggas
Get on my niggas when it's real
Say word to Shawn my niggas, if I should die

I'd tell Big they're still hearin' his songs
Run into Pac ask him where we went wrong
Tell him life is miserable when ya dealin' in the physical form
Is everything that's invisible gone?

I need to know will I still feel pain or will it be ironic?
Will I chill in the flames for all the ills of my brain?
Can I reveal the game to all the hustlers
Trapped in the race and if so can I leave this place?

Can I puff cigars and drink Cristal?
If this is heaven to me is this considered heavenly?
Can I still touch lives answer they 'What's and whys'
Make sure everybody in my fam' clutch five?

If I should die
Don't cry my niggas

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Focus - Lyrics - Double Or Nothing - Erick Sermon

Title: Focus
Album: Double Or Nothing
Artist: Erick Sermon
Composer(s): Thomas Mcelroy, Erick Sermon, Denzil Foster

Lyric:
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul

Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove your very
Soul, soul

Yo, I land out in a rent text e 7, v 12, new benzina, 200 and 90
Thou, wow, somethin your rap budget does not allow, why you laughin' I see
Nothin funny, pull back 2 mack 10's, now itz a big mack 20, that is tha
Basic's, quick and I we run tha matrix, close your mouth don't say shitt, roll
Through any barrow, that streched from here passed tha tribe barrow, they
Respect us dawg with thernal, don't get confused this nass is crews iz my
Rules, step incorrect you get abused, I bring tha ruck 2 any cats bringin
Drama, make em' feel good like 2 pac's dear mama, it could be pitch black and
I'll spot cha boomkickin yo door like big poppa

Neva understood how he did it, neva, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, xzibit, neva understood how he did it, dj mutha fuckin
Quick, how he made this music groove your very soul, soul

Hey, tell me wha cha ya get, when ya nigga xzibit and quick u down
Wit tha e-double, what u get weed trouble, e make tha b bubble, make tha bass
So all u shake the break out 2 tha ground and dig em out tha b bubble
Partyin', happy that you shook tha hole crib,and if ya gotta pound, e dubb i
Got dib's, cuz this iz how we do it here, itz ironic that, u didnt step 2 a
Room of purple hydro chronic that booty bitch iz sparklin, tryin 2 take u 2 a
Star, tryin 2 get you to recognize they know who you are, can't cha see tha red
Carpet, then lay it out, and if you got a fantasy erit, then play it out, we
Bigg figga rap niggaz, from tha gate, we been waitin on and hatin on since 88
Now cross my dawgs, and cross my path, and i'ma wet cha, way down from tha
Compton town, and I'll betcha cant

Neva understood, ha, yeah, how he did it, ladies and gentlemen
Yeah,tha bar is now open, how he made this music groove your very soul
Soul, it'z all me, neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul

Listen, I'm tha spin docter fantom of tha opera, if this is 89 now we
Break you off proper cock blocka, cova few g's in my low, low, not done hoe, my
Nigga big came in solo, dough low, most niggaz we know act like a homo, and
When they wit a crowd they wanna get loud, wanna act wild and act like there
Crminal file, and strechin tha mob, and really got tha heart of a child, spicy
Ya mob just kill all chickens, extra points just like a field goal kickin, like
A fucked up d a, wit a cross that ain't stickin, and I'm walkin away a free man
Cuz y'all niggaz softa than sand, cuz we fuckin a fan, and lokin out wit cha
Pen, I fucked yo motha so now I'm a mutha fucken man, break food on tha track
Like it supposed to be, and break bread wit tha real niggaz close to me, pmd

Neva understood how he did it, dj quick in tha mutha fucken
House, how we made this music groove your very soul, soul, this dick in ya
Mouth, come on, yeah, yeah
Neva understood how he did it how we made this music groove your
Very soul, soul, you think it aint, westcoast brodcastin live in 1999 all tha
Way through out tha millinium, neva understood how he did it, millinium shitt
How we made this music groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he, yo, millinium shitt, did it how we, dj
Mutha fucken quick, made this music groove your very soul, soul
Green eye bandit bitch niggaz cant stand it come on, neva understood how he
Did it, how, keep it bouncin, r.i.p roger troutmen, we made this music
Groove your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul, ha,ha,ha,ha,ha nigga
Neva understood how he did it, how we made this music groove
Your very soul, soul

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Static Acts - Lyrics - Fates Warning

Title: Static Acts
Artist: Fates Warning
Composer(s): Arest

Lyric:
Air currents grind, monotony
Image defined, static scene
Adherents bent opinion-less
Following scent of commonness

Fit the latest rage
Whatever stains the page
Then fears allayed
Of lonely shade

Wheels, they grind, industry
Insipid finds out, out of key
Opinions bent towards standard waves
Bleaching out divergent shades

Mock integrity
Veiled hypocrisy
Ironic finds
When selves descried

Ban expressiveness, bold repressiveness
Dictated by minds, closed tight
And walls that shut out light
And so we have static acts

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You Can Do It Too - Lyrics - Pharrell Williams

Title: You Can Do It Too
Artist: Pharrell Williams
Composer(s): Pharrell L Williams

Lyric:
My nigga you can do it too
Turn me up, turn me up, you can do it too
My nigga you can do it too, you can do it too
You can do it too, just tellin' you, ya know?

Aiyyo, never in a million years I'll imagine I'll get my thrills
By listening to squeals of the PJ wheels
As we land I duck down, I stick my head up
My dick is being sucked down by a bitch named 'What Now'

I look in her eyes, and her eyes are like an orange star
Look at the reflection of my foreign car by R & R
I stick my feet out, you know the bapes that's made of eel
You know the new checks with nigo face right on the heel

I was a marching band, I was a skateboarder
Jesus made wine, I couldn't make water
Ox-moronic, I'm here to destroy all you hate hoarders
You niggaz was cool in school now you niggaz take orders

I'm not dissin your job
But now you listen and nod
Some mount the limit shit
I know this position is odd

Don't gasp for air
You can turn blue
Look, accel nigga
Trust me you can do it

You can do it too young love
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young love
And watch who's in your crew young love

It don't matter if you do drugs
Or even if you threw slugs
You can do it too young love
I did it, you can do it too young love

I know niggaz are like there's no returning
When I bought that white five-fifth
So white that the coke heads just might try sniff
I ordered the Phantom Coupe, that's smoke pipe gray
And the interior was like crack white beige

At least that's what it looked like when it was on that page
I combed the whole brochure and it did not say, oh, well
Life's a bitch but not too extreme
Life's got a fat ass, Trust me I'ma fuck full steam

I make the world cream and scream, while I'm gettin' my cream
I'm coming to America call me Prince Akeem, yessir
It's kinda weird, 'cause this I dream
Kinda prophetic ya get it 'cause this I've seen

These type of visions, since I's teen
I told my teacher what I saw, she said I missed byzine
Laughed with the class with the slightest clue
You be buying my shit and I be rappin' to you, but you can do it too

You can do it too young love
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young love
And watch who's in your crew young love

It don't matter if you do drugs
Or even if you threw slugs
You can do it too young love
I did it, you can do it too

I know you heard the story about the dude with the attitude
Pharrell he don't even know you but he mad at you
He got robbed and it seems he has accused
He's frustrated and that it all he has is you

So things propel and things excel
And the next the a bing comes out the barrel
And my man they accused sittin' tight up in jail
Ironic he close my man Luke can hear him yell

I ain't do it but somebody dropped him flat
I felt the wind from it, that was God cocking back
I got a call from Virginia grandma went back
The line was fluctuated but it just now went flat

See her body went down and her soul went up
She sent Angels around me so evil could not touch
I don't lie no more and I'm haunted when I fuck
Wealthy niggaz with a conscience, yeah, you know what's up

The wires across and it's breeding a plague
The conscience is hungry and it's eating away
Trying to make sense of it, but it's speedy in vain
Up all night with the books and you read till the day

But still ya house of diddy 'cause you got a little paper
Push a cat in the corner, trust me it's the nature
Never underestimate the things you do
Read your verse too, inhale the "oo", and go

You can do it too young love
You can do it too young love
Just watch what you do young love
And watch who's in your crew young love

It don't matter if you do drugs
Or even if you threw slugs
You can do it too young love
I did it, you can do it too

Fella, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
Fella, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
My nigga, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
Fellas, don't be afraid to look up at the sky

Check it, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
My nigga, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
Fellas, don't be afraid to look up at the sky
My niggaz, don't be afraid to look up at the sky

Let me tell you story of my situation
Let me tell you story of my situation
Let me tell you story of my
Let me tell you story of my situation

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Gotta Get You Home - Lyrics - Blackstreet

Title: Gotta Get You Home
Artist: Blackstreet
Composer(s): Mckinly Horton, Inga Marchand, S J Barnes, Shawn Carter, Tone Jean C Oliver, Ronald Broomfield

Lyric:
Yeah
Firm biz, what it is, Blackstreet
Na na, steady rise, peep this out
Gotta get you home with me tonight
Gotta get you home

Hold up, let's take it from the top, I Fox
Gets my swerve on floss, pure rocks
In the six drop boo and it don't stop
See money lookin' alright, yeah, what up, Pop?
'Cross the room throwin' signals, I'm throwin' 'em back
Flirt-in 'cause I digs you like that
Peep baby boy style, hopin' we match
You sent me Crown Royale with a note attached

It said, "You look like the type that know what you like"
I could tell by the jewels you go for the ice
Plus you wear the shoes well, the suit's flows nice
I don't like the notes too well, let's be more precise
Meet me by the VIP, let's pow-pow
Whisper in my ear like, "Boo, let's bounce now"
I'm 'bout to say peace to my man's for you
When it's all said and done, I got plans for you, he said

"Ooh baby, I gotta get you home with me tonight
Ooh baby, I gotta get you home with me tonight"

At the bar high-post, frontin', I toast
Gettin' my flirt on, playa, ain't nuttin'
You tryin' to say the right words to get us out of here
Jackpot, what he said, "It's bullshit in here"
And his smile, blind like the shine on his necklace
Mind tellin' me, ?No?, body tellin' me, ?Exit?
Breasts said, "Yes, give me more wet kisses, uhh?
Twist my body like "The Exorcist", hey

The way he licked his lips, he was mackin
True thug passion, I'm like, "Slow down before you crashin'"
Never mind him, he ain't thinkin' 'bout you
Or the way we sex on the villa up in Malibu
Marry who? Daddy, please
I'm takin' it all, from the stash to the keys
So let me see, boo, I'm 'bout to dead my man's for you
When it's all said and done, I got plans for you, he said

"Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight
Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight"

Grabbed me by the hand and led the way
Outside of the club talkin' to Valet
Mind started to stray, million miles away
Contemplatin' goin' back to his crib to parlay
Jumped in the passenger seat, relaxed my feet
As he threw on Blackstreet casually
And we cruised the metro on premium petrol
I sized up my thighs and couldn't let go

Ta-Ta's perkin', you're makin' me high
Like Toni, work me, take me, I'm hot
I thought for a second and then my mind went
Sex all around the car, isn't it ironic?
Back to Reality, the Soul II Soul
Breathin' heavily but still in control
Wants the shy girl role, put my hand on his leg
With sex in his eyes, he turned and then he said

"Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight
Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight"

Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight
Ooh baby, gotta get you home with me tonight

Ooh baby

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Z - Meet The Parents - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Meet The Parents
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift And The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Justin Gregory Smith, Shawn Carter

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Lyric:
It's 'The Gift and the Curse'
First they love me then they hate me then they love me again
(They love me again)
Let's take a trip down, I gotcha

Let's take a trip down memory, lane at the cemetery rain gray skies
Seems at the end of every young black life is this line
'Damn, him already?' such a good kid, got us pourin' Henn' already
Liquor to the curb for my niggaz up above when it
Cracks through the pavement that's my
Way of sendin' love so, give Big a hug, tell Aliyah I said hi
'Til the next time I see her, on the other side he was just some thug that
Caught some slugs and we loved him 'cause, in him we, saw some of us

He walked like us, talked like us his back against the wall
Nigga fought like us, damn poor Isis, that's his momma name
Momma ain't strong enough to raise no boy, what's his father name?
Shorty never knew him, though he had his blood in him hot temper
Momma said he act just like her husband daddy never fucked with him
So the streets raised him Isis blamin' herself
She wish she coulda saved him damn near impossible
Only men can raise men he was his own man

Not even him can save him he put his faith in a, thirty-eight in his waist
But when you live by the gun you die by the same fate end up
Dead before thirty-eight and that's the life of us raised by winter
It's a cold world old girl turned to coke, tried to smoke her pain away
Isis, life just, ended on that rainy day when she got the news her boy
Body could be viewed down at the City Morgue, opened the drawer
Saw him nude her addiction grew, prescription drugs, shift and brew
Angel dust, dipped in she slipped into, her own fantasy world

Had herself pregnant by a different dude but reality bites and
This is her life he wasn't really her husband, though he called her wife
It was just this night when, moon was full and the stars were just right
And the dress was real tight had her soundin' like Lisa Lisa
I wonder if I take you home will you still love me after this night?
Mike was the hard head from the around the way
That she wanted all her life shit she wanted all the hype
Used to hold on tight when he wheelied on the bike

He was a Willie all her life he wasn't really the one to like it was a
Dude named Shy who would really treat her right he wanted to run
To the country to escape the city life but Isis, liked this, Broadway life
She loved the Gucci sneakers, the red green and whites
Hangin' out the window when she first seen him fight she was so turned
On that she had to shower twice how ironic it would, be some fight that
Turned into a homicide that'll alter their life see Mike at thirty-two
Was still on the scene had a son fifteen that he never saw twice

Sure he saw him as an infant, but he dissed on him like
"If that was my son, he would look much different see I'm light-skinned
And that baby there's dark so it's, mommas baby, poppa's maybe"
Mike was still crazy out there runnin' the streets
(Fuck niggaz want?)
Had his old reliable thirty-eight gun in his reach it's been
Fourteen years, him and Isis ain't speak he runnin' around
Like life's a peach, 'til one day he approached this thug that

Had a mean mug and it looked so familiar that he called him
"Young Cuz" told him, get off the strip but the boy ain't budge
(Fuck you)
Instead he pulled out a newer thirty-eight snub
He clearly had the drop but the boy just paused
(Hold up)
There was somethin' in this man's face he knew he seen before
It's like, lookin' in the mirror seein' his self more mature

And he took it as a sign from the almighty Lord
You know what they say about he who hesitates in war
(What's that?)
He who hesitates is lost he can't explain what he saw before
His picture went blank the old man didn't think he just
Followed his instinct six shots into his kid, out of the gun
Niggaz be a father, you're killin' your son six shots into his kid
Out of the gun niggaz be a father, you killin' your sons

Meet the parents

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It'S Nothing - Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

Title: It'S Nothing
Album: Loyalty
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): M Valenzano, Joseph Cartagena, A Lyons, T Fyffe

Lyric:
Yeah, Joe crack the don, Ton' Sunshine, terror
Terror squad, it's our time, yeah, hand it over
Yo, what, yeah

Yeah, mami just like that, bend down, grab ya ankles
Do it for crack, damn, should be illegal how that ass so fat
The way you shake yo shit make me wanna cop back
Is it ya motion causing all this commotion?
Forget niggaz, you even got bitches approaching

Who am I? I'm just a kid from the Bronx
If you love hip-hop you might have heard my shit once
Or maybe twice or like thirteen thousand times
I'm sick of it myself, I'm loving the shine

Who else could it be but the squad's O.G?
Be laid up with chicks that resemble [Incomprehensible]
Half black, Japanese and something
Menages, orgies, believe me, it's nothing
The girls want the fact, got to feed 'em the lies
Who else can have you swimming in wealth the blink of an eye?

Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo'
Won't you sit in them tires
Believe me, it's nothing
G-4 [Incomprehensible] just won't mix with my ride
Keep a strap on my side
Believe me, it's nothing

[Incomprehensible] women, bad bitches, down hoes
Hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hood
Believe me, it's nothing
Big trucks mean rides we fly t-squad, our time
Believe me, it's nothing

Drop from Harlem even, more for Brooklyn
Still got my name covering the walls in central Brooklyn
Haters want me, they love to slut me
Mad because my fat ass stay living comfy

Down in D-R on the landing strip
When record sales get low, we back to advancing bricks
Jack of all trades, we do that too
The only rapper get the Suge Knight effect when he come through

When pun died, half of y'all cried
The other half wanna see my demise
It was inevitable the sqaud'll reach new heights, it's unforgettable
"Follow the don", is all we kept telling you

Once you down with the squad, you can never give up
No need to get ya jewel's back, let them other crews do that
It's so ironic that I'm under fire
I'm like, "Mine'll get better one time", you dick blowers

Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo'
Won't you sit in them tires
Believe me, it's nothing
G-4 [Incomprehensible] just won't mix with my ride
Keep a strap on my side
Believe me, it's nothing

[Incomprehensible] women, bad bitches, down hoes
Hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hood
Believe me, it's nothing
Big trucks mean rides we fly, t-squad, our time
Believe me, it's nothing

No ya, not dreaming, it's not a visage
It's just another platinum plaque to add to my garage
Ten years in the game and still going hard
Fuck a club, we flood the studio with broads

My whole life never been more focused
Joes the don ask Jennifer Lopez
What the hell in the world did they do to provoke this?
The newspaper reported "The scene was atrocious"

And still find the time to please girls
Even get hit on by the chick on Cenas world
We beens about it, y'all dudes is frontin'
Big cars, big chips, big Kris', it's nothing

Big trucks, gee rides, we fly, twenty-fo'
Won't you sit in them tires
Believe me, it's nothing
G-4 [Incomprehensible] just won't mix with my ride
Keep a strap on my side
Believe me, it's nothing

[Incomprehensible] women, bad bitches, down hoes
Hood rich, pitch up in Daddy's hood
Believe me, it's nothing
Big trucks mean rides we fly, t-squad, our time
Believe me, it's nothing

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Lo - Die Trying - Lyrics - Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine - Cee

Title: Lo - Die Trying
Album: Cee-Lo Green Is The Soul Machine
Artist: Cee
Composer(s): Thomas Decarlo Callaway

Lyric:
See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

Before we came being in southern wasn't something to claim
The fact wasn't something too fly it was something to blame
Smilin' and juckin' and jivin' I was so ashamed
They gave the dirty apparently appropriate name
I wrote about a revolution and sung from the soul
Spoke with my spirit and mind my ambition was blind
Answering the call of God like a child obeying
Preaching the very same power they killed Martin for saying

But you can't break the mold and not holding your breath
Thought if I died for ya, that would be an honorable death
So sincere my eyes begin to swell up in tear
And it's clear my music may not do well up in here
Oh my God being a nigger must be a good payin' job
With all the fringe benefits, ignorance is bliss
There is a time and the place for everybody's taste
But I know too much and I owe too much

See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

So here it is, an invitation to an open book
A painful past my heart is still broken look
I know you don't hate me it's not assured that anyone appreciate me
See I've been having a hard time selling my album's lately
In recent news the source couldn't find any microphones to rate me
Using words I could scream an alternative to equate me
Which is true I'm in a box with a view would you still wanna date me?
I could be a pretty good thug but it wouldn't compare to a great me

The final cross to bear is mine it's not a cross to share
But isn't it ironic I still woulda bought a cross to wear
That obviously cost to wear but considerably less
Than the price that it costs to care
Now I have another loss to spare I doubt 'em say that I can't win
Even though I know talking intelligent just ain't in
You most likely to go broke when you just can't bend
So me and J J both gon' have to pay bills

See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

Listen, people still standin' in line at the world party for some soul food
To get put back in that old mood they say, we like the new 'lo
And we respect everything that you trying to do 'lo
Do what you do but just do more that you know
It's a catch 22 and I couldn't cry
Now I'm under oath with them both and I couldn't lie

Cussed 'em said that I'm too dope and I couldn't fly
But you getting rich talkin' shit so why shouldn't I
I'm just playing but I guess that couldn't go without saying
I'm just gon' ride this revolution until they stop me where I'm stayin'
But I ain't gotta have to lie to ya to make it sound fly to ya
I keep my feet on the ground and bring the sky to ya

See there's no way and there's no how
I'd ever stop now, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'
And sometimes I get weak from walking the road I'm on
But I'mma keep on, I'mma die tryin', I'mma die tryin'

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Raindrops - Lyrics - El Mariel - Pitbull

Title: Raindrops
Album: El Mariel
Artist: Pitbull
Composer(s): Armando Perez, Luis Diaz, Hugo Diaz, Anguly Gonzalez

Lyric:
Anjuli Stars, Pitbull
This dedicated to everybody
That's lost somebody important in they life
Don't worry, they in a better place now

I fear not what the future holds
But more what the future unfolds
'Cause I'm dying each time
That I breathe in life without you, yeah

Every hour is solemn, I need you
I'm devoured, I'm fallen, now what can I do?
There's so much to give
If only I had my hands to fix what you did

So I hold it inside, watch as it dies
I can't even look at the sky, it's burning my eyes
Similar to cigarette smoke, I wish I could float
Far away from here

Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops, no, no
Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops
Washing me away, washing me away
Washing me away, washing me away

I'm still dealing with the death of my father
Still dealing with the death of my best friend
Eddie, I'ma miss you, dog
But you know I'ma ride to the end, I love you

I ain't cry when you died
But I'ma let my tears fall on the track
My brother Uly just came home
And it feels good to have him back, welcome home, dog

See, everything happens for a reason
You don't know what you had 'til it's gone
That's why I'ma take advantage of the fact
I'm breathing and the words of this song

Are dedicated to Eddie and Barilla
But I know in the future, I'ma see ya
I know you both looking down on me proudly
I know y'all both love me

Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops, no, no
Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops
Washing me away, washing me away
Washing me away, washing me away

See, in life, things go wrong
If it don't kill you, it's only gonna make you strong
So you must hold on
If everything was right, then there's something wrong

Ironic, ain't it?
That's just the way life is
That's why I thank God any chance that I get
For blessing me with beautiful kids

What's victory with no loss?
What's smiling with no tears?
What's love with no hate?
What's courage with no fear?

Just think about it and apply it to your life
And no matter what the problem is
Don't worry, baby, keep your head up
It's gon' be alright

Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops, no, no
Raindrops, I hope one day that this pain stops
Washing me away, washing me away
Washing me away, washing me away
Washing me away, washing me away

Eddie, I know you up there whiling right now
Probably in some angel's ear letting them know
How Cuban you are, probably get him drunk
I know you up there having a good time, my father

[Foreign content]
I love y'all, I miss y'all, I'ma see y'all
Don't worry about it though
Just see how Heaven ready for me

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Me And My Boo - Lyrics - Confessions Of Fire - Cam'Ron

Title: Me And My Boo
Album: Confessions Of Fire
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cameron Giles, William Jr Robinson, Tiffany Lane, Damon Miller

Lyric:
A-yo Cam
Yo
Yo I know you knocked Charli off
No I did not man
Yo stop lying
Word to my mother, I did not hit that man
A-yo I'm your dog duke you can tell me
Nigga I would tell you if I did her
Yo I know you hit that , yo how the head?, how the head kid?
Yo I did not touch her, that's like my sister
Yo, stop frontin'
That's like my sister, word to mother
Yo you lying
Whatever man whatever
Yeah, aight
A-yo Charli, what's up wit' you and Cam
Nothin' that's my dog

Saying this together
Come on now I know how that nigga roll and he look good
Come on that's like my brother, he probably got a lil' dick
Let me find out

A-yo see we're just alike, call it ironic
But why they don't listen when I say we're platonic
Well you know how niggas talk just for wreck
If my dick was hard and your clit was wet
A-yo a-yo Cam watch your mouth, don't disrespect
I remember when your ass got hit with the Tech
Well I remember that girl tried to slit your neck
And you remember that stank bitch hittin' the deck

Yeah that's when your pretty ass ate coochie free though
And I took you off canal right down to Tito's
But when the cops pulled us over I had to keep the heat low
But I gave you the money to pay off the repo'
A-yo you real funny, yo you know how we go
Yeah, motherfucking peoples, uh, without the egos
And I'll do anything for you, even give my last breath
I wish you the best, man, I love you to death

I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

Don't care about the way girls thinking you twistin' my back
Bought the chrome almost so you can christen the Ac'
In '91 when you was young and I was dumb and
Robbing niggas splittin' the figgas wit' you boo, screw who?
Incest, never dissed a kiss
Shine on your wrist for a birthday gift
Niggas like, you must've bent that she never would've spent that
On Cam'ron I bought me my first box of tampons

Bleeding in the pants at the school dance
Never took a chance at romance
Although all my friends think ya fly
But me doing that, I think I'd die
We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J
Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK
Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick
But if I lost my mind, you'd be the first I'd lick

I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

A-yo I'm sorry yo but when it come to Charli
I wouldn't hit that, we got back like Atari, how you live mister?
Yo you see me and CB she a wig twister
Call her my big sister, she game heads
Never wear the same threads
I wouldn't hit that if we slept in the same bed
Fucking wit' her, yo shit get sliced
Her wrist is ice and rappin', the bitch is nice

She told me how girls fool you for the bucks
And I should stay low, cool up in the cut
I told her the difference, a wooler from the blunt
That's how we get down, so cool I call her Cha'
And any girl next to her, just to run her up
That's why y'all run a muck, thinkin' that I done her up
I thought about it once when we grew up
But then I saw her naked and I threw up

I don't care what they think about us
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

I don't care what they think about us and
I don't care what they say
I don't care if they think that we're fucking
I only love you this way

I don't care if they try to avoid us
I don't care what they do
I don't care about anything else but
Me and you boo, me and you boo, me and you boo

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Wish I Didn'T Miss You - Lyrics - Mahogany Soul - Angie Stone

Title: Wish I Didn'T Miss You
Album: Mahogany Soul
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Gene Mcfadden, Leon Huff, Ivan Matias, Andrea Martin, John Whitehead

Lyric:
Oh yeah, yeah yeah
Oh yeah yeah

Same old story is back again
She's not a lover, she's just a friend
I'm sick and tired for you to blame on me

Now you think it's funny
Now you wanna spend your money on girls
But you forgot when you were down that I was around

Call my lover, hang up, call again
What in the world is happening?
Listen in but don't yell at me
Isn't it ironic, all you wanna do is smoke chronic?
Boy, you forgot when you were down who was around

I can't eat, I can't sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn't miss you anymore

Memories don't live like people do
I'm sick for ever believing you
Wish you'd bring back the man
I knew was good to me, oh Lord

Every time you say you're coming
Boy, you disappoint me, honey
How well you forgot when you were down
And I was around

I can't eat, I can't sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn't miss you anymore

I can't eat, I can't sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn't miss you anymore

One of these days, it's gonna happen to you
Missing a love like I'm missing you babe, yeah yeah
One of these days, when your dreams come true
That's the one that's gonna do it to you
Oh oh oh, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah

I can't eat, I can't sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn't miss you anymore

I can't eat, I can't sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn't miss you anymore

I can't eat, I can't sleep anymore
Waiting for love to walk through the door
I wish I didn't miss you anymore

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It Was A Good Day (Remix) - Lyrics - Ice Cube

Title: It Was A Good Day (Remix)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): O'Kelly Isley, Chris Jasper, O'Shea Jackson, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, H. Ray, S. Robinson, Arthur Goodman, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Break 'em off
Shit
Yo, yo, uhh

Just wakin' up in the mornin' gotta thank God
I don't know but today seems kinda odd
No barkin' from the dog, no smog
And momma cooked a breakfast with no hog
(Damn)
I got my grub on, but didn't pig out
Finally got a call from a girl I wanna dig out
(Whassup?)
Hooked it up for later as I hit the do'
Thinkin' will I live another twenty-fo'
I gotta go 'cause I got me a drop top

And if I hit the switch, I can make the ass drop
Had to stop, at a red light
Lookin' in my mirror, not a jacker in sight
And everything is alright
I got a beep from Kim and she can fuck all night
Called up the homies and I'm askin' y'all
Which park, are y'all playin' basketball?
Get me on the court and I'm trouble
Last week fucked around and got a triple double
Freakin' niggaz everyway like M.J
I can't believe, today was a good day
(Shit!)

Drove to the pad and hit the showers
Didn't even get no static from the cowards
'Cause just yesterday them fools tried to blast me
Saw the police and they rolled right past me
No flexin', didn't even look in a nigga's direction
As I ran the intersection
Went to Short Dog's house, they was watchin' yo! MTV Raps
What's the haps on the craps?

Shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em up, shake 'em
Roll 'em in a circle of niggaz and watch me break 'em
With the seven, seven-eleven, seven-eleven
Seven even back do' Lil' Joe
I picked up the cash flow
Then we played bones, and I'm yellin' domino
Plus nobody I know got killed in South Central L.A
Today was a good day
(Shit!)

Left my nigga's house paid
(What)
Picked up a girl been tryin' to fuck since the 12th grade
It's ironic, I had the brew, she had the chronic
The lakers beat the Supersonics
I felt on the big fat fanny
Pulled out the jammy and killed the punanny
And my dick runs deep, so deep
So deep put her ass to sleep
Woke her up around one
She didn't hesitate to call Ice Cube the top gun
Drove her to the pad and I'm coastin'
Took another sip of the potion hit the three-wheel motion

I was glad everything had worked out
Dropped her ass off and then chirped out
Today was like one of those fly dreams
Didn't even see a berry flashin' those high beams
No helicopter looking for a murder
Two in the mornin' got the Fatburger
Even saw the lights of the Goodyear Blimp
And it read, "Ice Cube's a pimp"
(Yeah)
Drunk as hell but no throwin' up
Half way home and my pager still blowin' up
Today I didn't even have to use my A.K
I got to say it was a good day
(Shit!)

Hey wait, wait a minute Pooh, stop this shit
What the fuck I'm thinkin' about?

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When You'Re Looking Like That (Spanish Version) - Lyrics - Westlife

Title: When You'Re Looking Like That (Spanish Version)
Artist: Westlife
Composer(s): Max Martin, Rami Andreas Carlsson

Lyric:
When you're looking like that
Yeah yeah

She's a 5 foot 10 in catsuit and Bambi eyes
Everybody's who's staring
Wouldn't believe that this girl was mine
I should have known I was wrong
When I left her for a life in pity
But they say you never miss the water until it's gone, yeah

Guess I failed to love you
And you're taking it out tonight

How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?
I can't believe what I just gave away
Now I can't take it back
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna live my life without you
How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?

She's all dressed up for glamor and rock and roll
Wanna squeeze her real tight, get out of this place
If only I could take control
But she is out of my reach forever
And just a week ago she lied next to me
It's so ironic how I had to lose just to see

That I failed to love you
And you're taking it out tonight

How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?
I can't believe what I just gave away
Now I can't take it back
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna live my life without you
How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?

I don't wanna forget you
I don't even wanna try
How am I supposed to walk on by
When you're looking like that?

How am I supposed to leave you?
I can't believe what I just gave away
'Cause I can't take it back, I'm lost
I don't wanna live my life without you
How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?

How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?
I can't believe what I just gave away
Now I can't take it back
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna live my life without you
How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?

How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?
I can't believe what I just gave away
Now I can't take it back
I don't wanna get lost
I don't wanna live my life without you
How am I supposed to leave you now
When you're looking like that?

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