It'S A Shame, It'S A Game - Lyrics - Hollies

Title: It'S A Shame, It'S A Game
Artist: Hollies
Composer(s): Tony Hicks, Colin Horton-Jennings

Lyric:
Out last night in my Sunday stripes
(You didn't want to know me)
At the Tuesday hop if I wear drainpipes
(You say you're gonna throw me)
The way you treat me's frightening
Strike me down like lightning

You know it's a shame
(You didn't want to know)
It's a game
(You say you're gonna throw me)

Out of town there's a story 'round
(You're staying with another)
At the picture show so the rumor goes
(You've been playing with my brother)
I don't know where I'm standing
You give me such a bumpy landing

It's a shame
(You're staying with another)
It's a game
(You've been playing with my brother)

Getting a bad reaction
Chasin' my girls best friend
Wonder should I walk on home
Plan a break-up or shake hands and make up again

It's a shame
It's a game
(It's a a shame, it's a game)
(It's a shame, it's a game)

I was out tonight looking wild in white
(You didn't want to know me)
Tried to catch a hint on how to jive
(You didn't want to show me)
I haven't got a dogs chance
If I don't know how to hip-dance

It's a shame
(You didn't want to know me)
It's a game
(You didn't want to show me)

I really felt hip wearing my stripes, baby it's a shame
(It's a shame, it's a game)
And I really thought my drainpipes were outta sight, yeah, it's a shame
(It's a shame, it's a game)

Well, you struck me down like lightning, baby, I didn't know what to do
(It's a shame, it's a game)
There's so many rumors about me and about you, I don't know what to do
(It's a shame, it's a game)

It's a shame, I don't know what to do, baby, I need ya
(It's a shame, it's a game)
Oh, c'mon and teach me how to hip jive

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It'S A Shame - Lyrics - The Black Magic Show - Elefant

Title: It'S A Shame
Album: The Black Magic Show
Artist: Elefant
Composer(s): Diego Juan Garcia

Lyric:
You were crazy all night long, my beliefs
You were right when you were wrong, my beliefs
If it's all lies, then why do I try?
Give me something to hold on to, I'm falling

It's a shame we can't always win
It's a shame we can't start again
It's a shame we can't always win
It's a shame

I'm sorry for asking but what were you thinking?
I'm sorry for staring but can you forgive me?
Another late night, why do I try?
Give me something to hold on to, I'm falling

It's a shame we can't always win
It's a shame we can't start again
It's a shame we can't always win
It's a shame

I will tell you what I really know
I will shout it to the skies
It's the same old song that you've heard before
It's the same sad look in your eyes
Don't ask why, let's just try one more time

It's a shame we can't always win
It's a shame we can't start again
It's a shame we can't always win
It's a game we can't start again

It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame, it's a shame
It's a shame, it's a shame

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Lifestyles Of The Rich &Amp; Shameless - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Lifestyles Of The Rich &Amp; Shameless
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Densil Foster, Thomas Mcelroy, Marcus Thompson, Alex Hill, Terrance Kelly, Michael Marshall, Osten S Harvey, Jay A King

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Lyric:
Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's
Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's
Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's
Everybody's buckin', don't give it a damn, everybody's

Straight from cop killer, Queens a juvenile named Jack
At the age of 17, yo this kid Jack started slingin' crack
He's on the road to riches, baggin' bitches
He's in clubs takin' pitchers, drink your finger always into sess

His lifestyles buck wild, honey child
Got a shorty named Val, she stays on the Isle
He started slingin' at the age of 17
His heart's made of steel, kid his minds full of green

He got his first ounce, made a grand 400
3 bills to get fresh, he other bills to get blunted
And wit the letter G, he bought the letter O
Next thing you know man he's rakin' in the dough

He put his people down 'cuz say that?s only right
For dem to get keys dem and dem is mad tight
Set-up organation organize on the block
Nobody's slingin' on the block eeh yo, we got this block on lock

And it's the lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some die wit the name, some die nameless
It's all the same game, it's all the same pain
It's all the same pain, it's all the same game

Lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some die wit the name, some die nameless
It's all the same game, it's all the same pain
It's all the same pain, it's all the same game

The verse 2's about this girl named Yvette
She lived out in Queens, pushed the red Corvette
She's pumpin' weight in and outta state
Outta state license plate

See her lifestyle is straight weight
She's into lickin' shots
Stickin' blocks gotta shorty on the team
Shortie's into pickin' locks

Makin' G's takin' trips cross seas
Just enough to be flashin', cash they be stashin'
She's wit the cats, they love packin' gats
Bulletproof vest, bulletproof baseball hats

Her and the queens stay right, gettin' high too
Lex, coups and jeeps, got beeps can and lai brew
It's all the same shame, just a different name
Shorty's sniffin' cane, just to maintain'

To a nice shorty, rock O-D'd
(Shorty, what, who, O-D's )
Bring me the chorus
(Shoulda chilled)
Pass me the weed sista
(I would pass the weed)

The lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some die wit the name, some die nameless
It's all the same game, it's all the same pain
It's all the same pain, it's all the same game

The lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some die wit the name, some die nameless
It's all the same game, it's all the same pain
It's all the same pain, it's all the same game

I used to hustle up on Linden in the van
Me and my man did that thing hand in hand
20 bills up, huh, plus a buck 20 sac but verse it
Time to rap but the fiends kept commin' back

I'm tryin' to put my lifestyle in order
The games mad deep, I keep my feet above the water
Caught a bid got a wife and kid
The name just burned in the flame, so out the game I slid

So now I'm into makin' hits wit my men
I hustle wit my style, cook up works wit my pen
Mr. Cheeks represent in the gutter
Freaky Tah, gettin' lai that C's my brudda

In the game and hit you in the brain
And if I was cocaine believe it I'm your main
Tally up it's the Lost Boyz crew an
Freaky Tah, Spigg Nice and Pretty Lou

And it's the lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some die wit the name, some die nameless
It's all the same game, it's all the same pain
It's all the same pain, it's all the same game

The lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some die wit the name, some die nameless
It's all the same game, it's all the same pain
It's all the same pain, it's all the same game

Lifestyles of the rich and shameless
Some die wit the name, some die nameless
It's all the same game, it's all the same pain
It's all the same pain, it's all the same game
...

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Keys To The Range - Lyrics - J.E. Heartbreak - Jagged Edge

Title: Keys To The Range
Album: J.E. Heartbreak
Artist: Jagged Edge
Composer(s): Brian Casey, Jermaine Dupri, Brandon Casey, Bryan Cox

Lyric:
What, what happened to the girl I used to know?
What, what happened to the girl I used to know?

You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range
You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range

Say what the Dilly yo
Said, won't you tell me somethin' I didn't know
Do you got plans to be with me
Then why'd you flip the script on me
I need to know, you're the one
I can take around the world
So tell me, tell me, tell me baby
Why do you change?

You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range
You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range

I know you're feeling low
Now that you're thinking about the things that you let go
I know you're mad but uh
I'm kinda glad 'cuz uh
Look what you had and you still let it go away
Baby, why shouldn't I be happy
I lost what I thought was close to me
I should have known that you're not right for me

You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range
You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range

I can't believe
Just when I thought you had me
Then you turned around and changed the game on me
My fantasy
You've gotta put the work in, the work in
If you wanna be with me

All I remember was the relationship that was hot and strong
Please I need you to tell me where it all went wrong
Now was it my friends or your friends
Or was it the fact that you received a jag when you wanted a Benz
Sound crazy?
I've seen hang ups like that
I mean something made you change up like that
I used to bang out your back, so ain't no way in Hell
I kept you with a stack so I know very well
You never missed a meal and got everything you dreamed
Had me like, it's for real 'bout to jump through a ring
White ten carats and nothing but bling bling
And the right to tell me not to hit the scene
You wanna give that up?
What is it? Do I work too much?
Did the playa just lose his touch?
I mean it can't be that, I'm just shootin' out things
I thought you was the one but damn you changed

You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range
You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range

You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range
You've changed
You're not the girl that used to do things
The way I like it it's a damn shame
You was on your way to the house, money, keys to the range

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Such A Shame - Lyrics - Cranberries

Title: Such A Shame
Artist: Cranberries
Composer(s): Noel Hogan, Delores O'Riordan

Lyric:
Well, it's feel so sorry for you
You'll always be the same
'Cos you're sad, you're sad
And I think you're very selfish
And you play a vicious game
'Cos you're bad, you're bad
And you'll end up very lonely
And you may end up in pain
'Cos you're mad, you're mad

I think you're awful
I think you're horrible
A waste of space
I think you're awful
I think you're horrible
A waste of space
It's your bad behavior
But you never see

Such a shame, such a shame
You'll always be the same
I'm sickened for the mother
Who endured your pain, yo, yo
Such a shame, such a shame
You'll always be the same
I'm sickened for the mother
Who endured your pain, yo, yo, yo

Arrogance, ignorance
Arrogance, ignorance
Arrogance, ignorance
Yo, yo, yo

I should think you're very selfish
I should think you're very sad
It's your bad behavior
I should think you're very thankless
For the things you never had
It's your bad behavior

I think you're awful
I think you're horrible
A waste of space
I think you're awful
I think you're horrible
A waste of space
It's your bad behavior
Who cares, but you'll never see

Such a shame, such a shame
You'll always be the same
I'm sickened for the mother
Who endured your pain, yo, yo
Such a shame, such a shame
You'll always be the same
I'm sickened for the mother
Who endured your pain, yo, yo, yo

Such a shame, such a shame
Such a fool, such a fool
Such a clown, such a clown
Such a shamble, yo
Such a shame, such a shame
Such a fool, such a fool
Such a clown, such a clown
Such a shamble, yo

Such a shame, such a shame
Such a fool, such a fool
Such a clown, such a clown
Such a shamble, yo
Such a shame, such a shame
Such a fool, such a fool
Such a clown, such a clown
Such a shamble, yo

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Wot U On? - Lyrics - Boy in Da Corner - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Wot U On?
Album: Boy in Da Corner
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Mills

Lyric:
Love talks to everyone
Love talks to everyone

Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, money money money

Love talks to everyone, money talks more
I couldn't be a chief, I couldn't be a chief

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a dappa
You're lookin' at your jewelery thinkin' your a dappa
Now your 'round your way tryna say you're a dappa
I'll stop you in your midst with a blitz von clapper

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a don
You're lookin' at your avirex thinkin' you're a don
Now you're in your area with your friends you're a don
I'll catch you by yourself make your health full gone

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a scopse
You're lookin' at your half ounce thinkin' you're a scopse
You're always walkin' 'round tryna sound like a scopse
But make no mistake you're a fake, dizzy knows

Big shout to the boy who thinks he's a G
You're lookin' at your fake watch thinkin' you're a G
I see you Stratford Rex tryna flex like a G
Lookin' for your gat she was sat next to me

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a diva
You're at your dressin' table thinkin' you're a diva
But steady tryna walk tryna talk like a diva
And now you just wonder and under achiever

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a devil
You're lookin' for a way to cause harm like a devil
You're sittin' in your yard talkin' hard like a devil
Cold bitter, gold digger lookin' for a medal

Big shout to the girl who thinks she's a swingers
You're gettin' up your gums to the boys like a swingers
You're chattin' to a br'er, you don't care you're a swingers
But 'now you're on the floor readin' war for beginners

Big shout to the girl who thinks it's a game
You're always chattin' air musta been like a game
You chat the dizzy man rude like a game
Don't make me have to skitz keep your lips from my name

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face, I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

I heard you gotta a problem with me? Rude boy listen
Why you tryna make enemies? Rude boy listen
Go and get your street family, rude boy listen
I'll be waitin' patiently, rude boy listen

Got stop chattin' my name, rude girl check it
Any little way of gettin' fame, rude girl check it
Me and your man ain't the same, rude girl check it
You ain't got no shame, rude girl check it

I love girls and money, money, money
I got watched faced, I watched money, money, money
I worked real hard for the money, money, money
And in the paper chase for the money, money, money

I'm from the streets of, I couldn't be a chief
Got girls on my case so, I couldn't be a chief
If its arms we can meet 'cos, I couldn't be a chief
I put you in your place 'cos, I couldn't be a chief

You could be a dappa, you could be a don
But I ain't watch your face I don't care where you're from
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a scopse, you could be a G
But pass anythin' it's a iyna to me
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?
Show me what you're on? Where's your cash where's your won?

You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief
You could be a dappa, I couldn't be a chief

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Thug Love - Lyrics - Up Close & Personal - Angie Martinez

Title: Thug Love
Album: Up Close & Personal
Artist: Angie Martinez
Composer(s): J Eaddy, Hutchins Oscar Rodriguez, Lawrence Smith, Angie Martinez, Joseph Cartagena, Carlos Jimenez

Lyric:
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love

Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love
Thug love, thug love
All she ever wanted was that thug love

Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yoyo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin' dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with a group of trucks, everybody knew who he was

I ain't playin' the boy was cute, and I'm sayin'
We only danced one song but the whole night I was swayin'
Mesmorized by his style, could tell he was wild
But he had a touch of class and a million buck smile

Got a thing for a thug and he fit the profile
Thug love, think I'm buggin' brother let me know now

Yo, yeah, uhh, yo, yo
What's his name, what's the color of his Range
What's his game?
Was he kickin' it like he love his train
Full of octane?

Stop playin', know you ain't fall for that
Yo, he's pagin' me Ang' don't even think of callin' back
Man I know those cats, him and his click be flowin' crack
Up in Prominax, stickin' them kids by the laundromat

Pumpin' that two-for-five, the rules imply
Fuckin' with them dudes that's trife, you lose your life

It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces

Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you
It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places

A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
Even though he ain't right for you
Yo yo, uhh, uhh, yo

I just can't explain why women are attracted to danger
A thug and a player look the same in linen
But one's packin' a banger, I guess it's the anger
That be in they eyes

Mixed together with a pinch of they sensual side
That gets me energized
Fly and confidant, respected
And highly dominant

Got me on the rise every time
He draw me with compliments
Joey I'm fallin' for a thug, should I sacrifice
Or let it go brother you never gave me bad advice

It's only right that I let you know which route to go
No doubt fo' sho', once he hits it, he's out the do'
Know I seem like a cock-blocker but he's not proper
Besides you're my little sis, I gotta watch ya

Gotta stop you from dealin' with snakes
You're sealin' your fate let alone I feel it's your wake
Eliminate all the wrongs in your life
Don't you fall for them guys, like Pun says, it's all in the eyes

It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces

Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you
It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places

A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you

I only speak on what I know, he cheats, he gotta go
You think he ain't gon' creep, not at all
That's a damn shame, I see you fallin' for this man's game
The truth is even if he want it man he can't change

That's the life of a player livin' lies like the mayor
Hittin' them thighs, be wise and beware
But don't be surprised, one day you'll find a decent guy
Someone that cares and provides a peace of mind

I know you right but I'm torn inside
I got a jonz for a boy that was born to ride
My only vice, saw the guy, leave my momma mortified
It's no surprise, it happens all the time

Got me stressin' and I'm comin' back for me
Got me, checkin' my messages expectin' him to call
I need to, let it go need to stay focused
But can't, forget him yo so I remain hopeless

It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places
A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces

Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you
It's a thug love
Searchin' for love in the wrong places

A thug love
Lovin' them rough with pretty faces
Even though he ain't right for you
Joe I like this dude, I need advice from you

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Don'T Hate Me - Lyrics - Part III - 112

Title: Don'T Hate Me
Album: Part III
Artist: 112
Composer(s): Anthony Dent, Mike Keith, J Boyd

Lyric:
Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

It's a shame, but this game baby, I got it in me
Ain't no lame when it comes to women, I'm all up in 'em
Sing a song, take 'em home, make 'em moan, then I'm gone
It's really just a game to me

It's a rule I shouldn't have to play
I see the same things everyday
Do her wrong she's gonna play

I guess that's why she's callin' me, callin' me
If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday
Yesterday, yesterday, don't be mad

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

How in the hell do you have the audacity
Runnin' up on me tryin' to talk to me, checkin' me
When you need to be checkin' yourself clown

Keepin' yo girl from schoolin' around
You call yourself a playa tell me how that sound
When yo girl is feignin' for me and she wanna be down

It's a rule I shouldn't have to play
I see the same things everyday
Do her wrong she's gonna play

I guess that's why she's callin' me, callin' me
If she's yo girl she wasn't yesterday
Yesterday, yesterday you can't be mad

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

Girl never seen a dude this down and dirty
Thuggin' but he thought handle business but he not
Plenty women always wanna hold him just cause he rollin'
Claimin' they ain't got no job

But petty niggaz they be comin' at you bogus while you clubbin'
Try to take you for the women that be fuckin'
Talk about how he always huggin'
Hope I don't have to hit him with the chrome oven

But just because a playa steady ballin' people steady talkin'
He say she say get you [unverified], I saw yo girl talkin'
But to 112 and Twista walkin' to the truck 'bout to get [unverified]
No snoozin'

All the bitches be in big ballin' confusion
Niggaz trippin' off the ladies they be losin'
Pardon my intrusion
That chick about to have you cruisin' for a bruisin'

'Cause there's rules in this game
Playa don't check the pimp, go and check yo hoe
Give her that good third in a flip flop colored Excursion
For a hit of that blow

Don't try to calm lil' momma down, you know them freak bitches be
Don't get done in like Pretty Tone cause yo kitty gone
Yo chick just chose me, you ain't cut like [unverified] tailors
You ain't one of them get higher than helium playaz

Or three tone [unverified] gators you can't never spit
Fire on no CD and fade us lame, greedy instigators
Can't see how you mad just 'cause she date me
I could never let a girl make me
There's plenty women out here dog so don't hate me

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

Don't be mad if yo girl wants to leave with me
It's not my fault yo girl is really feelin' me
I didn't even know she had a man
She said she didn't have a man
She said she didn't want a man, so don't hate me

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Blown Away - Lyrics - Cocoa Brovaz

Title: Blown Away
Artist: Cocoa Brovaz
Composer(s): Darrell Jr Yates, Kenyatta Blake, Paul Hendricks, Bob James, Tekonmin Williams

Lyric:
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high
Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high

I got so much trouble on my mind
Refuse to lose
But sometimes the flesh get's weak
And I regret the decision I choose

But I'm not trying to sing the blues
'Cuz life goes on, remembering the verse Nitty showed me the song
Kept me calm for a minute though
Got me mellowin' Juda blaze the Cocoa

But in the back of my mind I still know
I still got a job to do, for real yo
Give thanks for the meal, it's time to peel though
Lick 'em off, soon be back to bill yo

On the bricks side where it's real for sho
But what's really buried deep in the mind, no one knows
My peeps keep me grounded, so my head don't blow
It's a struggle but the mo, I smoke the mo my mind flow

Losin 'my mind, tryin' to stay high everybody fuckin' wit me
'Cuz they know I keep a pound of trees 'cuz I gotta maintain in me
But I'm losin' my mind, tryin' to stay high
Gotta link with my B.N.C.

It's the life of my man who lived for the root of all evil
I can't knock him though, 'cuz we was once consider peoples
We broke bread at the same chicks crib, two ribs
We just roughed up gums, we just brushed up

I burglarize my first joint playin' with stack money
Who motto was "I die for it" quote from Stack Money
Head cappo, 'cuz shots round the big apple
Ain't never been no punk, my guns bust directly at you

Would of sworn he was the throughest, came threw like the prettiest
Big boy Benz, 500-S series
Dump him for the love of money, by the root of O.J.'s
'Bout it to half smoke philly comin' out the ash tray

I didn't even know, just knew my man, Mr. Brown
And I've been linkin' up with dunn for 3 months now
Looked at my kiko asked him, which body cocked thee
Returned to death stair, eye's full of blood shot

Try to block it wit a chuckel, hit that shit nigga, fuck you
Fuck him, pull my coat, just hop up on the dust too
Like it's cool to be smokin' on the rulers
Don't hit the spliff, less until you twist the buddhas

I'm losin' my mind, rollin' my dime
Friend of mind, tryin' to lace my weed
That's a muthafuckin' friend I don't need

It's a shame, it's a shame, how you blamed your man
For some shit that you been through, but you don't understand
It's a price to pay, the price when you play the game
If you get up in the game, get hit up in the game

I seen niggas snitch just to come home quick
Money came home, but he got hit
In the bubble whip, with the system in it
One shot, fire two, then burst shit that's what happen when you thrust

You think you comin' home, but you meetin' chrome
You really thought you had the throne, 'cuz you was the bone
On the block, as the bomb rock, now you
Under a rock, so the money stop, gettin'

All the rules of the game, so you plan flop
Niggas seein a vision, tryin' to make it to the top

Now I'm losin' my mind, gotta take time if I wanna roll that weed
'Cuz you know I gotta roll it in the leaf, can't fuck with no stemi
I'm losin' my mind, smokin' my dime on the lo lo from these
'Cuz you know them niggas lookin' for me
From some shit back from the 80's

I'm losin' my mind
Fuckin' wit ya niggas one time

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Good Thing We'Re Rappin' - Lyrics - Sons Of The P - Digital Underground

Title: Good Thing We'Re Rappin'
Album: Sons Of The P
Artist: Digital Underground
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, G Jacobs, David L Spradley, E Humphrey, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
Alright parents go head tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the tape
(Yo, rest day ain't for hoes)

It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be mackin'
It's a good thing that we're rappin'

There was a time when they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the hoes and shook the red card steady
It was Mike to those that knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes

We was east coast niggas headin' west
I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas tags

'Cause that's how we flipped it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three year run

Anyway, one Friday on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple days
I'm gonna stay and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright player yo, I'll see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out this bitch
She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too, did more stealin' than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con like a pro
Man I'm tryin' to tell you, I had a money makin' ho
But the Sunset track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make bail

She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this town
The vice pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the hell up ho
Who asked you to run your mouth?"

She was right though
It was time to take a trip down south
And to this very day, when I think of how
I was livin' back then I got to say that

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

They call it ho po when your leakin'
So you know ho po is when yo po, 'cause you ain't got no ho
I was po but I wasn't po ho, 'cause I had one ho
But we was leakin' 'cause the money was slow

Coppin' blow means your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a spot
I think E Street and 5th where all the players flocked

One night I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham sandwichs in the alley"
Ham sandwich meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the back

It was snotty nose, that means the extra chrome
Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains blown
I said, "This bitch is inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack mack"

My mans pimp stroll was cold gansta limpin'
We stepped inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my people walked in

I said, "What's up Cookie? How'd you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you these feelings"
We always did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but this nigga who was leakin'

Walked up and said, "Y'all gonna sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga don't ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "Yeah, well it's true that she's a ho"

He said, "She with you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to buck her"
Looked at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw mother fucker"
I said, "Yeah, that might be true, but she don't need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one here's my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu mean by snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to figga
You call your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find another ho to go for yours"

He said, "But, I like her"
I said, "You must be a rookie"
Now figure this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "How do you feel about this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't standin' here
Now I told you that this woman sells pussy for me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the three
But most of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the fuck up off me son"

He said, "To buck another man's game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game recognize game
Now I told you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' up the two from my pants

Shoulda capped his ass, instead
I look up and Wes done wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy style
Cookie runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you dizzy
What cha watchin'? Bitch get busy
Go back outside and finish gettin' my money"
The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"

And I'll tell you once again
It blows my mind, when I think
How I was living back then
'Cause yo

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get ahead
And then we got to use it

And you don't stop
Humpty hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

You know what I'm sayin'
Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Check it
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
(Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

Doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

Kick it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the mack in me)

I said, doddie-doe-doe
Pimp the mother fuckin' ho
(Pimp that ho mack)

Yeah, bitch and big dicks don't scare ya
'Cause you been a ho too long
Know what I'm sayin'? Yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest
Pimps up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around town
Know what I'm sayin'?

Oh yeah, it's time to rest
Dress and mess
Count my monies while I read the funnies
Give my propas while I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', understand me?

Bitch what cha doin' on your ass?
Watchin' the cars pass
Pat your feet on the concrete
And go get my money woman

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Baptized By Fire - Lyrics - Winger

Title: Baptized By Fire
Artist: Winger
Composer(s): Kip Winger, Reb Beach

Lyric:
Girl, I know you're out for the money
Flesh for gold, diamond and fur
We've seen you workin' on every guy in this town
Trading your voodoo for the Bible of who's who

All of your dreams you're searchin' for gold
I'm not too blind to see, you're kind

You were baptized by fire, painted by rain
You're under the spell, feelin' no shame
Baptized by fire, to you it's a game
You were baptized by fire

From out of the trash to burnin' desire
Still this pouring rain in your heart
Will keep you spinnin' in the same direction
Can't you see it ripping your world apart

All of your dreams you're searchin' for gold
I'm not too blind to see, you're kind

You were baptized by fire, painted by rain
You're under the spell, feelin' no shame
Baptized by fire, to you it's a game

It's a sign of the times
How people mess with your mind
One day they say, they love you
Then they leave you behind
It ain't you they want
It's you they haunt

And the weaker they make you
The deeper they take you
Down 'til you don't know what you feel
What do you feel?
Well, I know your game, it's nothin' new, so
You can say good-bye to me 'cause I have
Said, "Good-bye to you"

Voodoo child voodoo child
Voodoo voodoo voodoo voodoo child
Time to take my freedom, time to take control
Baby, 'cause I'm on a roll, hit it

Baptized by fire, painted by rain
You're under the spell, feelin' no shame
Baptized by fire, to you it's a game
You were baptized by fire

Baptized by fire, painted by rain
You're under the spell, feelin' no shame
Baptized by fire, to you it's a game
You were baptized by fire

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It'S Not Right - Lyrics - Freedom Of Choice - Devo

Title: It'S Not Right
Album: Freedom Of Choice
Artist: Devo
Composer(s): Mark Allen Mothersbaugh

Lyric:
Baby, baby, baby hurt me bad
Baby, baby
Baby, baby made me cry
Baby, I wanna die

Somebody tell me where she's hiding out
I gotta find that cheatin' gal
Can't go, can't go, can't go sleep at night
Can't sleep, can't sleep, it's not right
Sunlight, sunlight in my eyes
Sunlight makes me rise

I can't sleep until my baby says it's over
I gotta hear it face to face
I love you darlin' it's a cryin' shame
The way you run around like you're in a big game
I'm so unhappy I could cry every time I think about you
Boo hoo

Baby, baby, baby please come back
Baby, baby
Sunlight sunlight in my eyes
Sunlight makes me rise

I can't sleep until my baby says it's over
I gotta hear it face to face
I love you darlin' it's a cryin' shame
The way you run around like you're in a big game
I shoot around in a trance all day and think about you
All the time

I love you darlin', it's a cryin' shame
The way you run around
Like you're in a big game
It's so unfair that you're so happy
When I'm hurtin' inside

I love you darlin', it's a cryin' shame
The way you run around
Like you're in a big game
I'm so unhappy I could cry
Every time I think about you, boo hoo

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Hot Dog - Lyrics - Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water - Limp Bizkit

Title: Hot Dog
Album: Chocolate Starfish And The Hot Dog Flavored Water
Artist: Limp Bizkit
Composer(s): Fred Durst, John Otto, Trent Reznor, Wes Borland, Leor Dimant, Sam Rivers

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Lyric:
Ladies and Gentlemen
Introducing
The chocolate starfish
And the hot dog flavored water
Bring it on
Get the fuck up
Yea
Check one, two

Listen up
Listen up
Here we go
(Here we go)
It's a fucked up world
(World)
A fucked up place
(Place)
Everybody's judged
By their fucked up face
Fucked up dreams
(Dreams)
Fucked up life
(Life)
A fucked up kid
With a fucked up knife
Fucked up moms
(Moms)
And fucked up dads
(Dads)
Fucked up cop
With a fucked up badge
Fucked up job
(Job)
With fucked up pay
(Pay)
And a fucked up boss
Is a fucked up day
Fucked up press
And fucked up lies
(Lies)
Lethal's in the back
With the fucked up eyes

(Hey)
(It's on)
Everybody knows it's on
(Hey)
(It's on)
Everybody knows it's on

Ain't it a shame
That you can't say fuck?
(Fuck)
Fuck's just a word
And it's all fucked up
Like a fucked up punk
(Punk)
With a fucked up mouth
(Mouth)
And nine inch nails
Get knocked the fuck out
Fucked up AIDS
(AIDS)
From fucked up sex
(Sex)
Fake assed titties
On a fucked up chest
We're all fucked up
So whatcha wanna do
With fucked up me
And fucked up you?

You wanna fuck me like an animal
You like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I am a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me

Ain't life a bitch?
(Bitch)
A fucked up ditch
(Ditch)
Fucked up sore
With a fucked up stitch
A fucked up head
(Head)
Is a fucked up shame
Swingin' on my nuts
Is a fucked up game
Jealousy fillin' up
A fucked up mind
It's real fucked up
Like a fucked up crime
If I say fuck, two more times
That's forty six fucks
In this fucked up rhyme

(Hey)
(It's on)
Everybody knows it's on
(Hey)
(It's on)
Everybody knows it's on

You wanna fuck me like an animal
You like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I am a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me
(Me)

Wao, ooo, listen up Baby
You can't bring me down
(Bring me down)
I don't think so
(I don't think so)
Also, you betta check yo'
(Check yourself)
Before you wreck yourself
Kiss my starfish
My chocolate starfish
Punk
Kiss my starfish
My chocolate starfish

You wanna fuck me like an animal
You like to burn me on the inside
You like to think that I am a perfect drug
Just know that nothing you do
Will bring you closer to me

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Ain'T Nothin' Changed - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Ain'T Nothin' Changed
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): B Eastmond, F Jackson, S Howse, Scruggs A Henderson, Mccan

Lyric:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang
Mo Thugs is all you claim
Stay thug up in this game and remain the same
So follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin'
(Now see)
Buckin' them bodies with shots
And a come on, a come on, a come on

Everybody get up, get down
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green
Gotta have another bill, y'all, dog, I need all my change
Soon as come up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit
That's why we choose this thugsta music
Use it smoothly, don't abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely
Gotta get, gotta get, get money
(Mo' money)

Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real and I'm ready to show
And then let niggas know with Mo Thug that the shit, it be real
But them murder, we told ya, rollin', blowin' indo, we go
Niggas that real, we are trues, yeah, ready to bust on anything
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, nobody move, won't nobody get hurt
Break it down, killa, me killa, killa

I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin
Before it's my time, I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime
Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind
My mental be stressed on my pistol
My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war
Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure
Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through my hood?
Sit back, everything gon' be all good

Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain
It's all the same, it's all the same
Smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no pain, no gain
You straight up hangin' and that's shame, how long we'll reign
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Ain't nothin' to do to get outta this game
(Outta this game)

Run the game with consistency, instantly
And guard them greens of the earth with resistance
Baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do?
Tell me, what do you wanna do?
You can ride and smoke with me or I can ride and smoke with you
It's all cool, it's all cool, it's all cool
Act a fool, act a fool, it's all cool, it's all cool

Really wanna get me pissed
Then get to flippin', when I'm on a mission
Me and Animal'll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast
Oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O.
And away you go, and I got
([Unverified])

Smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble and even scuffle
([Unverified])
And I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch
And bust you, hear my nationwide, "Fuck you, fuck you"
I got people that you trust, who needs some greens
And really don't love you
Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to kill ya
It's an everyday thang and I bang your brains, nigga

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang
It's an everyday thang, thang
It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang
Calm me down, it ain't gon' change, we won't change
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, we keeps it realer
Tell me, can you feel us, feel us, feel us?
Tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas?
Even though we still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware

'Cuz we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time Anytime you got yours, you got yours, I got mine, I got mine
Fuck with mine, fuck with mine, East 99 is the street
Keep it on the low when they creep, or Bone got heat, Bone got heat
Hurt them who tried to hurt me, B 0 N E
'Cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya
It's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang
It's an everyday, it's an everyday
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

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Ain'T Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang Part Ii) - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Ain'T Nothin Changed (Everyday Thang Part Ii)
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): B Eastmond, F Jackson, S Howse, Scruggs A Henderson, Mccan

Lyric:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed
It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang
Mo Thugs is all you claim
Stay thug up in this game and remain the same
So follow me, now see off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin'
(Now see)
Buckin' them bodies with shots
And a come on, a come on, a come on

Everybody get up, get down
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the green
Gotta have another bill, y'all, dog, I need all my change
Soon as come up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit
That's why we choose this thugsta music
Use it smoothly, don't abuse it, do it, oh so, lovely
Gotta get, gotta get, get money
(Mo' money)

Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real and I'm ready to show
And then let niggas know with Mo Thug that the shit, it be real
But them murder, we told ya, rollin', blowin' indo, we go
Niggas that real, we are trues, yeah, ready to bust on anything
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, nobody move, won't nobody get hurt
Break it down, killa, me killa, killa

I'm wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin
Before it's my time, I'm the kind right here to take losses, not a dime
Everyday it's the same and I gotta mine to the grind
My mental be stressed on my pistol
My only utensil for cheddar, it's on the level war
Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or my pleasure
Would ya like to come parlay with Lay all through my hood?
Sit back, everything gon' be all good

Niggas ridin' real, knock on wood, goin' against the grain
It's all the same, it's all the same
Smokin' on a lot more weed than before, no pain, no gain
You straight up hangin' and that's shame, how long we'll reign
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Ain't nothin' to do to get outta this game
(Outta this game)

Run the game with consistency, instantly
And guard them greens of the earth with resistance
Baby, baby, tell me what do you wanna do?
Tell me, what do you wanna do?
You can ride and smoke with me or I can ride and smoke with you
It's all cool, it's all cool, it's all cool
Act a fool, act a fool, it's all cool, it's all cool

Really wanna get me pissed
Then get to flippin', when I'm on a mission
Me and Animal'll gnarl, wanna go shut you down and eat breakfast
Oh so, don't you know that I know you're whole M.O.
And away you go, and I got
([Unverified])

Smoked little bit, you know so, hit it, me stumble and even scuffle
([Unverified])
And I heard my little brother smacked the shit out you bitch
And bust you, hear my nationwide, "Fuck you, fuck you"
I got people that you trust, who needs some greens
And really don't love you
Never familiar, send 'em all in the city out to kill ya
It's an everyday thang and I bang your brains, nigga

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

It's an everyday thang, it's an everyday thang
It's an everyday thang, thang
It's an everyday thang, it's an everday thang
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang
Calm me down, it ain't gon' change, we won't change
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, we keeps it realer
Tell me, can you feel us, feel us, feel us?
Tell me can you feel us, feel us, feel us, killas?
Even though we still roll the Clair, playa haters better beware

'Cuz we got mines, we got nines, we got shit to blow you all the time Anytime you got yours, you got yours, I got mine, I got mine
Fuck with mine, fuck with mine, East 99 is the street
Keep it on the low when they creep, or Bone got heat, Bone got heat
Hurt them who tried to hurt me, B 0 N E
'Cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya, 'cuz I'm rollin' with ya
It's an everyday, it's an everyday, it's an everyday thang, bang
It's an everyday, it's an everyday
It's an everyday buck, buck, buck, bang

Ain't nothin' changed everyday, ain't nothin' changed

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Gold Watch - Lyrics - Lupe Fiasco's The Cool - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Gold Watch
Album: Lupe Fiasco's The Cool
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Derrick Maurice Braxton, Wasalu Muhammad Jaco, Christopher Eddy Paultre

Lyric:
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

Let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
A disclaimer just a rhymer, no credentials from a school

Now let's peruse the essentials of Cool
A brief study of the things so instrumental to Lu
That make me feel flyer than lobby's of W's
A disclaimer just a rhymer, no credentials from a school

In my Fall of Rome jeans, my Head Porter wallet
My Neighborhood shirt and my Eddie Cheng clock
Shit might not go to college but my street smart polished
Like the black fingernails of that punk rock logic

Do the knowledge, man you can't be punk from projects
Firm disbeliever in your punch clock promise
Was trading off my comics, I was taking them to school
One of Jay-Z boys now I'm skating in your pool

Not to be rude, I'm just hating on your rules
Like a young 50, I'm on my world tour
Good morning Singapore, I'm bringing the sun wit me
From the Robert Taylor homes to Africa's slum cities

I am American mentally with Japanese tendencies
Parisian sensibility, so stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there it's just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch and my gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my fancy broad and she foreign
So it's no words and it's no slang

And I'm no trick and I'm no lame
It's just so slick that she's so game and it's
Yea, yea, she love it over here
It's just yea, yea, she love it over here
It's just yea, yea, she love it over here
It's just yea, yea, she love it over here

I like City candles and Maharishi sandals
And Dita sunglasses, Purple Murder surface samples
I like False T-shirts, Dover street is off the handle
Such a good designer, Junya Watanabe got damn you

I like Yohji Yamamoto and a Mackro Solo
Leather Gucci belts and Guilty Brotherhood polo's
I like Montblanch pens and Moleskine paper
I like Goyard bags and green Now or Later's

Monocle magazine and Japanese manga
Futura, noz furatus and HTM trainers
I love Street Fighter 2, I just really hate Zangeif
Only Ken and Ryu, I find it hard to beat Blanka

Keep a Wii ninja hanging and an Unkle album banging
If you negative in energy then stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there it's just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch and my gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad and she so plain
Got a couple scars and one of those long names

She a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her bagging up cocaine but she
Yea, yea she love it over here
It's just yea, yea she love it over here
It's just yea, yea she love it over here
It's just yea, yea she love it over here

But my most coveted thing is a high self-esteem
And a low tolerance for them telling me how to lean
See the most important parts are the ones that are unseen
The wings don't make you fly and the crown don't make you king

Now God don't like ugly, ain't too happy 'bout prettier
And ignorance is enemy so stay out the vicinity of
Yea, yea them niggas over there it's just
Yea, yea now look at what I wear

Got my gold watch and my gold chain
With my fancy car and my diamond ring
With my ghetto broad and she so plain
Got a couple scars and one of those long names

She a fight a nigga and cusses with no shame
And her ex-man had her bagging up cocaine but she
Yea, yea she love it over here
It's just yea, yea she love it over here
It's just yea, yea she love it over here
It's just yea, yea she love it over here and it's

Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here
Oh give the drummer some, yea get outta here

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