John - He'S My Rock - Lyrics - Olivia Newton

Title: John - He'S My Rock
Artist: Olivia Newton
Composer(s): S K Dobbins

Lyric:
You tell me how it was when you once knew him
He played his games with many women friends
You tell me that you don't think I'd be with him
If I could have known him way back then

You ask me why I don't pack up and leave him
Now, that I know his wicked ways
Well, I doubt that you could understand my thinking
But listen close to what I have to say

He's the rock that I lean on, he is the sunshine of my day
And I don't care what you say about him
He took me in and made me everything I am today
He's my rock and I ain't gonna throw him away

I know he wasn't always what he is now
He had to make mistakes like everybody else
Don't you point your finger at nobody
It's plain to see you ain't no saint yourself

He's the rock that I lean on, he's the sunshine of my day
And I don't care what you say about him
He took me in and made me everything I am today
He's my rock and I ain't gonna throw him away
He's my rock and I ain't gonna throw him away
He's my rock and I ain't gonna throw him away

Play the MP3 online for free!

5cf3d946eefc54482ad71fe0a5e55f71

Rock Me When He'S Gone - Lyrics - Elton John

Title: Rock Me When He'S Gone
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Elton John, Bernie Taupin

Lyric:
Warm the wine and give it to me one more time again
I'm just a rollin' stone who needs a drop of rain
And to taste your honey, Mona, is like lickin' on the sun
My truck's hid in the backyard, so come here and give me some

Lady, that's the way you gotta rock me when he's gone
You make me feel like a diesel train goin' home
We got so much to give each other and we've only just begun
Take me baby, break me lady, gotta rock me when he's gone

Break the bread in two and you can give me half
I've ridden hard and fast just to make you laugh
To make you laugh I've stood knee-deep in mud outside your door
Clutchin' in my hand a border rose from Baltimore

Lady, that's the way you gotta rock me when he's gone
You make me feel like a diesel train goin' home
We got so much to give each other and we've only just begun
Take me baby, break me lady, gotta rock me when he's gone

I said, lady, that's the way you gotta rock me when he's gone
You make me feel like a diesel train goin' home
We got so much to give each other and we've only just begun
Take me baby, break me lady, gotta rock me when he's gone

C'mon and rock me, c'mon and rock me
C'mon and rock me, rock me when he's gone

C'mon and rock me, c'mon and rock me
C'mon and rock me, rock me when he's gone

C'mon and rock me, c'mon and rock me
C'mon and rock me, rock me when he's gone
...

Play the MP3 online for free!

98d2e2516b6f44ab2fe25eb25ec17786

Z - Guns &Amp; Roses - Lyrics - The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse - Jay

Title: Z - Guns &Amp; Roses
Album: The Blueprint 2: The Gift & The Curse
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn Carter, John Mccrea, Dwightt Myers

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

Lyric:
Yeah it's magic
Uhh, Jay-Z and Lenny Kravitz
And it's a Heavy D Production you bastards
Come on
Ha hey yo stop playin' man
This is real serious
Ha it's the rock yeah yo

Post postatono, Hov' hangin' with Bono
You too can live like Salvatore Ferragamo
And you too can cool out poolside after Delano
If you too flow like you was out of your mind yo
And who knew dude who loved apple pies from McDonalds
Would soon be the boss of the Big Apple, ya know
And who knew dude would play ball for the NBA
Would make a mistake on the who know it stayed still in the way

Who knew that would be his last shot, who drew up that play
They giveth and they taketh life is cool that way
But even a broken clock is right atleast two times a day
You could have turned guns into roses like two times today
Now there's something you gotta say two times to Jay
I got my shades on waiting for the sun to shine my way
Got my boom box, suntan lotion waiting for action
Its safe when you play with skills, good luck could happen
Let's go

C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
That's right

It got to hot so I jumped off in this rap shit
You got it criss-crossed ain't no turning me backwards
Too many district attorneys concerned with the actions
Of one individual he's criminally attached
I turned in all my rap chips I'm earning my bachelors
While dating all the models and actresses
I'm learning all the potholes in every single barrio
Trying not to mess up my axis kid

On the road to riches through trafficking
Through rappining whatever's happening
Roc-a-wear I'm the young black Ralph Lauren
Every time I get out they put me right back in
The Michael Corleone of the microphone
The Michelangelo of flow I paint pictures with poems
I gather no moss like a rolling stone
Case the Grim Reaper visits my home, nigga I'm gone c'mon

C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon that's right

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

More guns then roses, foes is
Visibly shook of the invisible book, let's go
Flowers need water to grow, it gotta rain
And in order to experience joy you need pain
Every time a baby is born, somebody slain
You know the saying, somebody's lost is another's gain
The sun comes out when the water goes down the drain

When the rainbow in the cloud comes out we do it again
Everything even's up, you just wait
Even a garbage can gets a steak
You ain't even a garbage can you have faith
But when it turns your way before it turns away
You've to turn that into something you gotta learn from Jay
You will get return in your investment if attention you pay let's go

C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon it's the rock
C'mon that's right

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses
Bittersweet like friends and foes
Some get lucky and some get chosen
Just like life, guns and roses

Life is all about guns and roses

Play the MP3 online for free!

d2b0a0da131129c908ff5d6759be48a4

Legend In My Spare Time - Lyrics - Use Your Fingers - Bloodhound Gang

Title: Legend In My Spare Time
Album: Use Your Fingers
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): Jimmy Franks, Michael Bowe, T Coakley

Lyric:
Bloodhound Gang is here to get it on
So rock on brothers, rock on

Ashes to ashes and funks to funky
Daddy Long Legs is a mean ass honky
And Jimmy Pop ain't no heiny hobbit gaybe
Ain't no big meaty chunks in my thick brown gravy

'Cause I'm a Loch Ness, a Loch Ness, a Loch Ness monster
Jerry's Kids are knockin' at my door, "Could you be a sponsor?"
Tiny Bubbles in my tub pull my finger Lawrence Welk
If you wanna look like Rocky Dennis better drink your milk

When I'm feeling Oriental I gotta rub my chin
I'm gonna hold my water in like I'm Gunga Din
So have a taste of my bass 'cause the girlies got smiles
You get on my case like the Rockford Files

Crazy Eddie in the slammer 'cause he's giving it all away
John Boy in the barn with a horse in the hay
No rhyme, no reason, no job, no class
And we don't go near the ghetto 'cause they'd shoot our ass

Go, go, yeah, yeah, huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time
Go, go, yeah' yeah, huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go, go, yeah, yeah, huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time
Go, go, yeah, yeah, huh, what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

If you ain't ever been to the suburbs
Don't you ever come to the suburbs
'Cause you wouldn't understand the suburbs

'Cause I'm a huskin', a huskin' a huskin' your corn
I'm as deep as a plot to a gay porn
So uh, oh Spaghettios I forgot to hide away the body
I know that she's a hotty but damn that girl could party

So come to me momma it ain't no crime
I'm a skilled love doctor growlin', "What's your sign?"
Did the Flamin' Waffle with Ho Chi Min
Your girl's a dollar bill 'cause we don't know where she's been

J.F.K.'s head's a puzzle and your woman needs a muzzle
Barbara Eden in the bottle and now I'm gonna guzzle
You're too what? Shy shy huh what?
Hush, hush yea? I knew why

'Cause we're playing the Palladium can't get on Star Search
Daddy Legs standing tall he can do the Funky Lurch
And Jimmy Jimmy Pop is short for Jimmy Jimmy Popular
You know I know you know your not the tough guy
That I thought you were

Go, go, yeah, yeah, huh, what?
I'm a legend in my spare time
Go, go, yeah, yeah, huh, what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Go, go, yeah, yeah, huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time
Go, go, yeah, yeah, huh, what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

'Cause I wopbobaloobop
Ha, cha, cha, chatch
Come lick my balls
Vive la my crotch

'Cause your daddy thinks I'm lazy, your momma thinks I'm crazy
But neither of them know that you are carrying my baby
And I'm the Amos, I'm the Andy, I'm the sticky Aunt Jemammy
I gave you mouth to mouth like Resuscitation Annie

It takes two of us to do this like Dean Martin Jerry Lewis
And your throat is swollen gloryholen' ya blew us
George Burns' pacemaker beats steady slow and low
That's why we got more hits then a dealer at a Dead show

Go, go, yeah yeah, huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time
Go, go, yeah yeah, huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time
Go, go, yeah yeah, huh what?
I'm a legend in my spare time

Play the MP3 online for free!

9546285c2c9f03586969baf5196acbdc

Somebody'S Gotta Feel This - Lyrics - Devil Without A Cause - Kid Rock

Title: Somebody'S Gotta Feel This
Album: Devil Without A Cause
Artist: Kid Rock
Composer(s): R.J. Ritchie, Kenny Olson, John A. Travis, Matthew Shafer

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

Lyric:
I used to party with the Betties on the lower east side
Never drop top forty 'cause I always rock b-side
G-rides and a hundred spokes to match
We roll two deep three freaks four amps in the back

I did that crack game rap game now I let my ax bang
Livin' in sin and it's a beautiful thing
I wanna twang like Hank rock like roll
Got soul like Stevie when I'm under the sun and so

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this

I never had a lot of money never made much sense
Been chasin' bunnies like a dummy overlookin' my rent
And spent every red cent puttin' hickeys on his bed
He's rockin' dickie, sippin' lickie slippin' honey pop that deady steady

Lookin' for love, put my talent on hold
Told my soul to glow it said get up and go
And so I packed my bags with a whole lot of realness
Somebody's gotta feel this

Someone's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this

I see these people makin' money and it's funny to me
Tryin' to act that fresh I wish they'd bump into me
'Cause it ain't nothin' to me want to eat a little more
Taste a little bit pride from every drink that I pour

I've been a whore for years showing love to my peers
Never sold for any less than what I see in the mirror
Steer wide to avoid the blows I've been dealt
Let the six strings ride when the twelves are felt

So when you see me tuggin' on the end of my rope
You better raise up or duck when I reach in my coat because

Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this

Someone's gotta feel this
Somebody's gotta feel this
Someone's gotta feel this
Come on feel this
Uh, uh, come on

Play the MP3 online for free!

4bb3bf898c9d5971c4b7bacf6a72278b

Policeman'S Xmas Party - Lyrics - Two Lights - Five For Fighting

Title: Policeman'S Xmas Party
Album: Two Lights
Artist: Five For Fighting
Composer(s): John Ondrasik

Lyric:
Welcome to the first day of the rest of my life
The tension is so think you can cut it with a knife
Something happened, things will never be the same
There's blood on the carpet, I'm rewiring my brain, yeah

I got some new friends down at West Valley PD
You can change the channel but I'm all that's on TV
The only good news that he's going to be okay
Got a bomb in my stomach but I'm dreamin' that one day

I'll be going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get funky on the dance floor
Going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Gonna have a good time for the rest of my life

4 weeks later it's still raining in the park
Marine with a gun guards my house now after dark
I look for clues like I'm Inspector Clouseau
Well, you can have my money, honey, I just want to go

Go to a policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get my funky on the dance floor
Go to a policeman's Xmas party
Gonna have a good time for the rest of my life

There's cops on the ceiling, there's cops on the floor
There's cops in the windows, cops breaking down the door
You'll never feel safer in your life
The captain even likes to get freaky on my wife

We're going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get my funky on the dance floor
Going to a Policeman's Xmas party
Gonna have a good time for the rest

Welcome to the best day of the rest of my life
My buddies broke the case and now it's gonna be alright
Moral of the story, it don't matter who you are
Be careful what you wish for, they'll be calling you a rock star

People from Earth there's never been a harder core
Party like this party in a million years or more
The floor itself is hopping like a freaking kangaroo
The D.J.'s in his P.J.'s playing, 'Everybody Wants You'

Going to a policeman's Xmas party
Have a couple beers, get funky on the dance floor
Going to a policeman's Xmas party
Going to have a good time the rest of my life

Take off your clothes, take off everything you are
Take off your heart, get funky on the dance floor

Going to have a good time for the rest

Play the MP3 online for free!

2d90a4d7c9b673587a67fba1557b33ab

Shadrach - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: Shadrach
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Horovitz, Adam Nathaniel Yauch, Michael S Simpson

Lyric:
Hey
Hey
Hey

Riddle me this my brother, can you handle it?
Your style to my style, you can't hold a candle to it
Equinox symmetry and the balance is right
Smokin' and drinkin' on a Tuesday night

It's not how you play the game it's how you win it
I cheat and steal and sin and I'm a cynic
For those about to rock, we salute you
The dirty thoughts for dirty minds, we contribute to

I once was lost but now I'm found
The music washes over and you're one with the sound
Well, who shall inherit the earth, the meek shall
And yo, I think I'm starting to peak now Al

And the man upstairs I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
We're just 3 M.C.'s and we're on the go
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey yeah

Ahh, only 24 hours in a day
Only 12 notes, well, a man can play
Music for all and not just one people
And now we're gonna bust with the Putney Swope sequel

More Adidas sneakers that a plumber's got pliers
Got more suites that Jacoby & Meyers
If not for my vices and my bugged out desires
My year would be good just like Goodyear's tires

So I'm out pickin' pockets at the Atlantic Antic
And nobody wants to hear you 'cause your rhymes are so frantic
I mix business with pleasure way too much
You know wine and women and song and such

I don't get blue, I gotta mean red streak
You don't pay the band, your friends and that's weak
Get even like Steven like pulling a Rambo
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey yeah

Ah, steal from the rich and I'm out robbing banks
Give it to the poor and I always give thanks
Because I got more stories than J.D.Salinger
I hold the title and you are the challenger

I've got money like Charles Dickens
I got the girlies in the Coupe like the Colonel's got the chickens
And I always go out dapper like Harry S.Truman
I'm madder than Mad's Alfred E. Newman, Newman

{Oh, never gonna let them say that I don't love you}

My noggin' is hoggin' all kinds of thoughts
Adam Yoggin' is Yauch and he's rockin' of course
Smoke the Holy Chalice got my own religion
Rally round the stage and check the funky dope musicians

Like Jerry Lee Swaggert or Jerry Lee Falwell
You love Mario Andretti 'cause he always drives his car well
Vicious circle of reality since the day you were born
And we love the hot butter on what the popcorn

Sippin' on wine and mackin'
Rockin' on the stage with all the hands clappin'
Ride the wave of fate, it don't ride me
Being very proud to be an M.C

And the man upstairs, well, I hope that he cares
If I had a penny for my thoughts I'd be a millionaire
Amps and crossovers under my rear hood
The bass is bumpin' from the back of my Fleetwood
They tell us what to do, hell no
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago
Shadrach Mesach Abednago

Hey, hey, hey
Hey, hey, hey
Hey

Play the MP3 online for free!

78fef9bdc0bee8fd309158f19c0a06ae

That'S Right - Lyrics - Ciara: The Evolution - Ciara

Title: That'S Right
Album: Ciara: The Evolution
Artist: Ciara
Composer(s): Ciara Harris, B Muhammad, J Cameron, Jonathan Smith, L Jefferson

Lyric:
Every time he call, I come
But it's time I think about me, that's right
And what I need, that's right
Tonight I'm doin' me, that's right
And I'ma have fun, that's right

I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk

I bet you wan' get crunk, that's my jam
I bet you wan' get crunk, that's right
That's right, get crunk, that's right, get crunk
That's right, get crunk, get crunk

Let's go, let's go now ladies
Let's go let's go now if you're always
Let's go, let's go now, looking out for somebody else
Let's go, let's go now and not yourself

Let's go, let's go now, tonight
Let's go, let's go now, it's all about you
Let's go, let's go now, we gon' party baby
Let's go, let's go now, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

I was drivin', cruising on the highway
It was a Friday, midnight, when he called me
I was thinkin', 'Hell no'
I already know what he wants, surprise, surprise

So I changed plans and made some arrangements
I won't be chasing, someone that's in place and
That's when I called my girls up
Who about to hit the club up
Tonight's the night, let's go

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

Can't stand the e-mails askin' for details
"When are you leavin'?" "When will you get here?"
Kept callin' my cellphone
I sent him straight to voicemail
'Leave a message'

I usually call back, this time I'ma fall back
I know what the real be, he just wanna see me
'Cuz he wanna tap, to tap, tap, tap, tap, that booty
But he's not gonna get that booty
If you think that it's like that, think again 'cuz it's not that

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

I got my hands up on my back, back
Take it to the floor, floor
We gon' rock, all night, that's right
Take it down low, that's right

What's up? I'm hot tonight
What's up? We hit the spot tonight
What's up? That's right
That's right, that's right

Like this, and this, and like that, that, that
John drop the beat and bring it back, back, back
Wassup? Wassup? That's right, that's right

You like it? I like it
You love it? I love it
You want it? You want it?
Wassup? Wassup?

You can miss me all you want but I'm not comin' over
(That's right)
Tonight I'm doin' me, I'll call you in the mornin'
(That's right)
Hangin' with my girls until the break of dawn
(That's right)
You can't tell me no 'cuz I can do what I want
(That's right)

Tonight I'm havin' fun, tonight I'm goin' out
That's right I'm gonna party all night long
I'm turnin' off the phone so we can get it on
Oh, oh, oh

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon
Crank that thang, c'mon

Play the MP3 online for free!

edfd6a214ab7beba78183b3874bb6049

Get Up Get Down - Lyrics - Coolio

Title: Get Up Get Down
Artist: Coolio
Composer(s): Artis Ivey, Paul Jackson, John Austin, William Calhoun, H Mason, Bernie Maupin, Brian Dobbs, Malika Bradford, Herbie Hancock

Lyric:
Steppin' up out the shadows, I comes equipped to wreck
Hold up just a sec Coolio, I'm on deck
(Malika)
Yeap, the diction is on point
Causin' friction when I flex up the jaw to hit the joint
That can actually give a blood mob like Gotti
Like the body cool, keep the strap up by the naughties
Niggie trippin' why you beam us, I don't step up with no bullshit

See that there, it's clip for this stickup on the hip
Peep the correct way to get your pimp on
Let me hit the bong, oh, and my mind's quite strong
Wreck it nice and proper, if it's on I'm finsta to stop her
If I'm swingin' for the knockout, best believe I'm fits to drop her
Ninety-five's on poppin', representin' I keep stompin'
Throw up my fists just like this when I'm mobbin'

I killed the last, killed the ass with my ninety-five drive
I'm deep like Denzel with my Crimson Tide, nigga
Like Chaka Khan, I tell you something good
I'm Hi-C like Spike Lee within tales from the hood
You need it, I'll feed it, baby, check the size
Have you goin' down like Mary J. Blige
When it's poppin' like this you can't be a coward
Shorty freaks fuckin' beats like Adina Howard

My squad is hard with players and hustlers
No toleration, for fakers and busters
Fuckin' with me with all honesty
You get bombed rap songs comin' constantly
Bumpin' G-15's, Westside scene
Killin' the competition while making a fuckin' green
So ring, around the rosie and mosey to the Rosie
And I want you to know G

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz that's how I bail

Watch me, swallow this nickel and shit five pennies
I'm the loc'est of them all though the rat is kinda skinny
How many linny and squidgy think they can see me?
I'm from Compton where even in the summer niggaz wear beanies
Bustin' lyrics sharper than razor blades, catch it from head to toe
If you're shocked, then amazed
When you see me at my stage show
For my stage show beat 'em up

40 Thevz gettin' busy, rockin' coast to coast
Dogs the most rap, the hoes then rocks 'em up
Givin' it up for hip-hop victims how should I drop 'em and then pop 'em
For poppin' like to get what I got, and I ain't got a whole lot of nuthin'
'Cuz I been ruffin' and scuffin', so give it up when I'm bustin'
Or get to duckin' 'cuz I ain't given 'em nuthin'
Fools can't get none, so fuck 'em

Let me rock the motherfuckin' mic
Smoke a whole stick of dynamite, then fight all night
I got jabs like a welterweight champion
The pocket-pincher purse-snatcher pistol-packin'
Quick to get it crackin'
Went from jackin' to rappin' to runnin' with a pack of mad men
Pull a trick out my sleeve like Aladdin
Some fool tried to play me for a punk

I had to have him like lunch or dinner, he's just a beginner
Fuckin' with a winner, number one contender top dog
Head nigga in charge runnin' with a group of hogs
40 Thevz, MAAD Circle, Cat, and Crowbar
Best to put your daughter, wack ass rappers get tossed up
Trying to come in here with that garbage
My crew see the dopest and the hardest
So clear the path or get your punk ass bogarted

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?
So what's the time? It's time to get real
Why you bust your rhyme? 'Cuz I got skills

We bust and cuss and kick up dust
Don't none of y'all niggaz want to fuck with us?

I peep game and get recognized
Buyin' all the hard liquor, toothpick and beedy-dyin'
Bitch, you got dealt, peeled your cap the other way
Like a reversible Louis-Vitton Gucci belt and ain't nothin' crackin'
For them niggaz steppin' up with the funk, I'm packin' Tinactin
'Cuz I be earnin' stripes in tight bunches
All the homies carry nines, I carry rhymes in sucker punches
What? Tootsie, my knees don't bend

Just like that actor Hoffman, I be dustin' off men often
Jaywalkin' over your coffin with an eleven shot loss
And John wrecked that Austin won't soften
You're lost and see arson, to exterminate the flyest nigga like Orkin
Stalkin' lofts men to New York and in between
So take caution, leave the flossin' for dental hygeine
Mental plus my gene equals nasty young bastard
The raps be lung mastered takin' vinyl's virginity

Coincidentally I run shit like Walter Payton
Niggaz player hatin' 'cuz I spoke like a Dayton
I kick the bass like Ron Carter at the Carter
When C and B came strollin'
Blowin' niggaz up like when Mookie's stupid ass got caught smokin'
Figure, your stigma is lack of enigma
So bitch-ass niggaz better step like the Delta Sigma Thetas

We don't give a fuck, fools better duck
39 deep in the back of Wino's truck
Like robbin' in the paint, fool think I ain't?
Your crew is on stank, that's why I'm pullin' rank
I rev like a motor float on like a boat to kick a style
Like Tical from here to North Dakota
The ambassador of funk with amps in the trunk
And when it's time to rock a mic I won't be no punk

I bring death to the evil and power to the people
My name ain't Steve Miller but I fly like an eagle
Don't play me for a chump, I get around like Gump
And I got more con in my verse than Chuck
And you don't want no motherfuckin' problems here
'Cuz I can round up a posse like Paul Revere
Your whole crew'll get took out, turned out, shook out
Burned up like a cookout, so fools better look out

Fresh out the penalty box
Sportin' a stockin' cap, cut off dickies
And some high-top striped socks
The freestyle fanatic psychosomatic back at it causin' static
With lyrics still as tight as a straight jacket
The last in line but one of the first to get wit' cha
Bringin' more terror to MC's than a Michigan militia
Click, click boom, nigga fuck your crew

It's the chanky hip-hopper, takin' over pissin' in your stage monitor
Socket you think that you can fuck with mine in your wildest dreams
You best to wake up and apologize
Niggaz penetentiary yearn me 'cuz I burn like Parker
But anyway, half of y'all couldn't see me with a pair of Blu Blockers
The lyrical night stalker stalkin' at night in a pair of creased Khakis
Chuck Taylors, my pistol grip tight
Dub-C, that nigga from Westside mad circle

Ay man, ay ay, what's up Wino?
Uh, like loc, it's like late, let's get the fuck up out of here
Are we out? Yeah, yeah, fuck it
Fuck it, mad circle bitch

Play the MP3 online for free!

40f21dcbdc63df906d44689254389aaf

Bury Me A G - Lyrics - Young Jeezy

Title: Bury Me A G
Artist: Young Jeezy
Composer(s): K Crowe, C Brown, Jay Jenkins, Millie Jackson, E Ortiz, Donald French

Lyric:
Four shots to the chest, my niggas get at me
They don' fucked around and fucked up my new white tee
I'm just livin' my life, why they mad at me
Woke up this morning, I ain't see this coming

Should I even bust back, you ain't see me running
I hope heaven got a VIP line
Got some partners in hell that'll sneak me in the back door
You know I hate waitin' in line

Paramedics on the way, but they wastin' they time
Everybody standin' over a nigga, screamin' shit
Damn, y'all give a nigga a second to think
Which one of you niggas shot me, it was one of you bastards
Bet a nigga can't throw a hundred grand in my casket

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

We expect the worst, but hope for the best
But you know how it is, Amen God bless
I can't leave now niggas owe me money
My nigga on the west side owe me 'bout a dub

And my partner with a few, shit he owe a nigga too
I should'a hugged my son, should'a kissed my mother
Spent some time with her, show her I love her
Every night she was prayin' for me, I was in the streets

Active little nigga, should I stay in some beef
Gucci go through some real shit and he really need me
And what about the streets, shit they need me too
I'm on some got Def Jam, shit they owe a nigga too

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

We interrupted our program to bring you this breaking news story
I'm Kelly Washington reporting for WKKT Channel 7
Witnesses say that around 1:45 this morning
Shots were fired out of an Atlanta nightclub

Rapper Young Jeezy was involved in this shooting
But at this time it is unclear whether he was a suspect or the victim
We'll bring you further details as they become available
Back to you
(Oh, it's hard to believe he's the guy)

I was on my way, I was almost gone
I was almost there, I was almost home
It was some Kanye shit tryna touch the sky
Jesus walks, God testify

I'm a legend like John we're ordinary people
You only get one life, there's no sequel
So you can't take nothing for granted
And don't take granted for nothing

So I gotta thank God for waking me up this morning
And giving me this air to breath
Please Lord forgive me for every gram I sold
Every glock I popped, every rock that I shot

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

Pour out a little liquor, bury me in some Evisu jeans
A USDA top and a throw away glock
Bury me a G, nothin' more nothin' less
When I get where I'm goin', I just gotta be fresh

Play the MP3 online for free!

cb829cd23df5bbc50c206683615900b9

Jam - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Jam
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Jack Marshall, Dexter Mills, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
It was Friday afternoon in the middle of June
Heineken bottle caps and the aroma of boom
Around the time everybody had just got home from class
Shootin' dice, talkin' shit, hopin' the cash would last
Yo, this was around the time when I didn't know no better
Juney moved around in a tinted out Jetta

Then he introduced me to that hydro smoke
Then I took one toke, yo, I almost choked
See I never smoked before and my nerves got shot
Then he told me about the party at the spot jam rock
It was guaranteed on but I said, "Son, chill"
There's a joint around the way that's supposed to be real, word

He said we got no J's, so we gonna do it right
Hit your man's joint first, then jam rock at one night
Then I said, "Aight", then I jumped inside the jetty
Let me take a shower, I'm sweaty, and then I'll be ready
Tonight is the night I get my groove on steady
And get my drink on with that Ford named Betty

I went upstairs to get fly, broke my tie
On some liquor, to meet my high quicker
Now, I'm tight, them know, the party is the M.O.
Me and my crew, we get it started like a demo
Eleven in the evenin', I'm feelin' like a heathen
This thing is goin' down and I highly doubt I'm leavin'
Booty cheeks start to motion and the kids is drinkin' potion
Word is bond, that Black Moon joint got me open
(Don't front)

Yo, the DJ flipped the script
Threw on the good shit that made the kid lose his grip
Blendin risin' to the top and got these shorties hoppin'
Nuthin' but coppin', ain't no stoppin' me now
Yo, I'm bound to win until that thing kicked in
The Alize had me drunk, I don't know where to begin begin begin

Not I'm feelin' kinda jaded, wildly coherent
Me and the fellas started acted very irreverent
Butt grabbin', mad laughin', just assin'
When that chick caught up, the shorty lookin' fed up
They said, "You drug one with this one, you gibbin' with that one"

A yo, I'm just doin' my thing, yo I'm just havin' fun
You don't see me in here wylin' pullin' out no gun
Yo, I see some of that thing girl and I want some
So let's step inside this corner so that we can rap on
Over this bumpin' ass song and some Dom Perignon
I hit ya with the good lovin' plus fillet mignon
Yeah, yeah scrammy scrams, yo, that's that same old song
A yo, tell me why the hell your breath smells so strong

Yo, put some brakes on your yappin' or you won't live long
Please nigga, push it on
Alright scrams, see you later
Scrams
Can't mess with these street sharks or these alligators
I can't take it no more, yo it's damn near four
I've been partyin' and drinkin' since I came out my door

Look at these kids about to mix it, damn, where's the exit?
Son, jetted to the ride and got the burner out the Lexus
Yo, he cocked his joint back like he's about to let him have it
Kid, I kept it movin' like the Energizer rabbit
A yo yo, it's time to skate, ain't no time to contemplate
Whoops, looka there, there's Jake

Play the MP3 online for free!

823999d0bf1c6289ae77c7974a3c62cb

Boogeyman - Lyrics - Rock 'N' Roll - MotÖRhead

Title: Boogeyman
Album: Rock 'N' Roll
Artist: MotÖRhead
Composer(s): Michael Richard Burston, Philip Anthony Campbell, Ian Fraser Kilmister, Philip John Taylor

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

Lyric:
You know everybody's scared, everybody better beware
Scared of spiders, scared of rats, scared of being crossed by cats
Scared of everything that moves and things with cloven hooves

I ain't scared, live my life all right, I ain't scared to stand and fight
I ain't scared 'cause I believe, ain't scared to wear my heart on my sleeve
Ain't scared to show my hands but I'm scared of the boogeyman

You can't boogie with the boogeyman, you can't boogie with the boogeyman
You can't boogie with the boogeyman, you can't boogie with the boogeyman
Hold out any way you can but don't mess with the boogeyman

He's hiding underneath your bed, he's hiding inside your head
He's hiding behind your eye, he'd be there until you die
Ridin' shotgun in your new transam, slide over for the boogeyman

You can't boogie with the boogeyman, you can't boogie with the boogeyman
You can't boogie with the boogeyman, you can't boogie with the boogeyman
Hold out any way you can but don't mess with the boogeyman

You can't boogie with the boogeyman, you can't boogie with the boogeyman
You can't boogie with the boogeyman, you can't boogie with the boogeyman
Hold out any way you can but don't mess with the boogeyman, hey

Play the MP3 online for free!

0491059897e40bd90c250431f0e90390

Horsementality - Lyrics - Canibus

Title: Horsementality
Artist: Canibus
Composer(s): John Austin, Germaine Williams, Ricardo Brown, Melvin Lewis, Walter Reed

Lyric:
The beginnin' of the end niggaz
Yeah, we gon' rock this shit forever
The alpha and the amega, the Canibus'll make your eyes redder
Fuck y'all niggaz talkin' 'bout cheddar

Brought to you by your millennium group, The Horsemen
Four swordsmen, from the land of the lost
Ras Kass, Killah Priest and Kurupt wit Canibus
Throw your 4's up or get your vocal cords cut motherfucker
Wavin' the four-four

I'm headless nigga, but I packs a big piece
Blastin', they let assassins loose on the street
Murderous notes I wrote, I lacerate throats
I toss fire at niggaz, motherfuck the six
The condos is supposed to be flip bricks
All thirty-nine of your bitches, pretty-ass bitch nigga

I'll throw some fucked up kicks on
Next is a small tank top, the spot, shot it up
Beat you in your face wit a rope knotted up

'Cause we don't give a fuck, the Headless Horseman Kurupt
See I'm off the wall nigga, Horse mentality
I'm a Horseman nigga and that's all I'll be

See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit
I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again
Police callin' all cars often powerful as a motherfuckin' Vulcan

My specialty is poetically, lyrically
Eenergetically, ultra magnetically Dogg Pound pedigree
Fuck the shiny shit, fuck a bitch
Only grimy shit, dirty shit, holocaust in thirty-thirty shit

Missile flick assassin Sicilian, kill women and kill men
And kidnap children, for vengeance in the name of the Horsemen
Slice your Achilles tendon, the Headless Horseman
And we abide by, the code of the streets
The makings of a real MC, yeah, bitch

So just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by
Just abide by what you ride by
'Cause we abide, by what we ride by

What the fuck y'all done started four apocalyptic prophets
Appearin' outta floatin' objects, wearin' Middle Western garments
Long trench coats with our hands in our pockets
Slappin' all you scary-ass rap artists, half-retarded
Swear by our forefathers
Anything you speak, think, or show will be disregarded

Then I drag your frightened ass through the darkness
Bring you out the other side, as a carcass
I'm heartless, regardless if y'all claim to be Gods or Goddess
To me, y'all all garbage, I see all of y'all as movin' targets
And my lyrics be the atomic rockets, cosmic vomic, spittin'
Hittin' at y'all Vietnam vets wit military arms and bombs
Strapped to our chest castin' meteor storms and comets

Now, who wanna make the next Ras comment
And be the first one left unconscious?
After I squeeze your head like the Charmin'
Fuck around and see a lightning bolt around your throat
And squeeze till your head smoke from all the electric volts
Satanically sacrifice your ass like an occult

Have your seance inside of a dark synagogue
We was lyrically sent to y'all
Like the Men of God to put a end to y'all
I sniff bites like dogs to get the scent of y'all
Horsemen, we be scorchin' when we be walkin'
With the power to put a graveyard inside a coffin

Let's air it out like the breeze
Now watch me do one-armed handstands
And hang these Nut's over seven continents and seven seas
Streets is Lebanese
Be rockin' Bulgari wrist watches and sniper marines

Most of these MC's can't even rap, just model and go gold
And get big-headed like they swallowin' colleges
I spit empty grave sites, rap stars fill 'em up
You what? Thirty, forty years old and still wack as fuck

Me? I ain't even in my prime
When I write my dopest rhyme, Western civilization declines
Catch me hoppin' off the A train in a New York state of mind
But I rep West side, so I keep L.A. time

That's a three-hour difference
So when my bitch is a six, she's really a nine
In seven days, she'd still be a dime
Call me Blaze Sky walker hittin' jugular veins
Crack open your skull wit a paper weight and suck out your brains

Kiddo, I be doin' my thug-thizzo for shizzo
And the wife of a careless man is almost a widow
So what's happening, from P.I. to '99 Madden
Since police be jackin' blacks, I talk to pigs in Pig Latin
Uck fay ou yay itch bay at lay a igga nay play and free Keith Murray

Yo, yo, yo, I kick a verse at six-hundred and sixty-six megahertz
Make lightnin' flash across the sky every time I curse
Six-hundred and sixty-six flashes
Give out six-hundred and sixty-six lashes
To the backs of six-hundred and sixty-six
Master of Ceremony has beens
Put a crown of thorns on whoever the king of rap is

If he's a Catholic I nail him to a crucifix
Then I beat him till he's blackish-blueish
Then perform acupuncture wit six-hundred and sixty-six toothpicks
Beat 'em with two whips, with pieces of broken glass glued to it

Your whole crew get spayed and neutered
As soon as I aim and shoot it, you get sprayed with bullets
Your armored cars and your Kevlar vest, is useless
I'ma fuck all of you pussies like group sex

You get six-hundred and sixty-six years imprisonment
For bitin' off another nigga's shit, you bitch
You got caught, now you on the other side of the law
Snitchin' on mad niggaz in a soundproof court

To get some of your sentence knocked off, you wildin'
But you still be in Riker's Island gettin' forced to toss salads
You scared of that, wit a phobia fear of that
I'ma tape it on the digital video DAT

And send a copy to Miramax leave you exposed
Turn all the fiction to fact, so everybody will know
You a sucker-ass nigga, father-fuckin' ass nigga
That got fucked in the ass by your father figure

(No matter who?)
I'll bruise and bash you, blast you
Autograph you wit a bullet wound for a tattoo
Deliverin' mind blowin' rhymes and poems
Controllin' my tongue when I'm flowin' like pilot controlled Boeing
When I get bitten, I bite back, Quicker than Tyson attacks

I don't give a fuck if I don't get my license back, so, take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward MC's take caution
The four Horsemen'll chop your head off wit a sword then
Gallop Northward motherfuckers, yeah

So just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by, what we ride by
Just abide by, what your ride by
'Cause we abide by what we ride by, ha

Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Priest, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Bis, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, all you heard was, "Ras, don't hit me no more"
Wavin the four, four, aiyyo Kurupt, hit them niggaz wit the hardcore

Yeah, nigga, I'm headless without thoughts
With my motherfuckin' arms crossed
I transform from a Dogg to a Horse
Took over the whole race course

To throw the jockey off the saddle
Now, who the fuck really wanna battle?
Got me a pistol, launch it off like a missile
Let it whistle, they fall fuckin' round wit the Dogg
I'm a hog

Play the MP3 online for free!

61489f762f23c16deab1e7cf3246c18f

Keep It Rollin' - Lyrics - Midnight Marauders - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: Keep It Rollin'
Album: Midnight Marauders
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Malik Izaak Taylor, John E Davis, E Mcdaniels, Ali Shaheed Muhammed, Paul Mitchell

Lyric:
Aiyyo swing, swing, swing, to chop, chop, chop
Yo that's the sound when MC's get mopped
Don't come around town without the hip in your hop
'Cause when the shit hits the fan, that ass'll get dropped
MC's wanna attack me but them punks can't cope
I'll have you left without a job, like Isley from The Love Boat
So money watch your mouth, or I might have to bust ya
Battlin MC's, from JFK to Russia

Back down to London, Sweden and Brazil
Do a U.S. tour for three months and then a chill
Styles be fat like Jackie Gleason, the rest be Art Carney
People love the Dawg like the kids love Barney
"I love you, you love me"
The shorty Phife Dawg is your favorite MC
So move back yaself dread, you know the element
The Tribe is good for your health like a can of nutriment

MC's don't have no winds, MC's don't have no winds
I flips you crazier than a busload of Jerry's Kids
Your crew don't want it and your crew don't want it
But if you feel you can swing it, then money please bring it
Large Professor in the house, you know how we do
I stay on your crew like Mario Lemieux, peace to Ike Love
And the rest of the crew, I meet you guys in front the cleaners
Bring the blunts and the brew so

Whassup kids? The AB is speaking from the moon
Thanks for your support, aiyyo I'll be home soon
But the only thing I ask when I return from my task
Is a whole bunch of beats and a Blass full of ass
My fist stands firm because I'm, black and solid
I open up your pores like a plate full of collards
C'mon take it easy wouldya, easy, easy
I'm up in the gulley, that's when I am her bBuddy

She told me pull her hair, I did, it drove her nutty
Filled up the hole like spackle or I mean putty
When we over joints like this we never cruddy
Extra P hooked the beat, and kids it feels luh-huh-ovely
Check it out, 'cause my conception is immaculate
A bachelor, lookin' for a bachlelorette
Back to you MC's, this is what you're gonna get
A first degree burn from my man Ken's cigarette

I hope you like Malboro, Paul you know we thorough like Denver
The beat feels like a never-ender but all things good must
So I won't sweat it, drop the C's for the youthful crew
I hope you get it, as I stand, grip this mic inside my hand
Boy I smack you up, like I was your old grand
So respect yourself Son, and come and gimme love
Once again the Ab is who you think of
So chill with the beef money, we got a Jetti

It's Extra P and yo Tip I'm 'bout to set it
On the country once again here to win
I'm uptown chillin', takin' in this grand master Vic blend
From the projects, the PJ's, fuck them two DJ's
Self mission, I had her in the ill position
Saying, "Large youse the soul brother that I'd like to
Eff with for the rest of my life" yeah, yeah now check the method
As I proceed with what you need like Akinyele

A whip looks complete when the tires say Firelli
Funk monkey, one rapper fell off, now he's a junkie
There's 8 Million Stories in the city, it's a pity
Don't fuck with the skins if she's trying to act shitty
Shout to the guru, primo and Zulu Zulu
Nation, was on a vacation, in the ghetto
Yo Ras slow your roll I'm 'bout to bag this here's metal
Rapper Nas on topic, seems we're gonna rock it
Queens represent, buy the album when I drop it, drop it

Play the MP3 online for free!

9466b7da9904024295d4ee027bf3cf44

Gold - Lyrics - Stevie Nicks

Title: Gold
Artist: Stevie Nicks
Composer(s): John Stewart

Lyric:
When the lights go down
In the California town
People are in for the evening

I jump into my car
And I throw in my guitar
My heart beatin' time with the breathing

Driving over Kanan
Singing to my soul
'Cause people out there
Turn the music into gold

My buddy Jim Bash
He is working pumping gas
And he makes two fifty for an hour

He's got rhythm in his hands
As he's tapping in the cans
Sings rock and roll in the shower

California girls are the prettiest in the world
Each one a song in the making
Singin' rhymes with me, I can hear the melody
Story is there for the taking

Play the MP3 online for free!

d3bae9d2072e6192098d81b4dab3c16a

Bridging The Gaps - Lyrics - Bridging The Gap - Black Eyed Peas

Title: Bridging The Gaps
Album: Bridging The Gap
Artist: Black Eyed Peas
Composer(s): Bill Withers, William Adams, George Pajon, Allen Pineda, John Collins

Lyric:
Yeah
Kimmy Kim, Kimmy Kim, Kimmy Kim, Kimmy Kim
Why don't ya take it to the place where we're fillin' the skylight?
Where we'll be fillin' in the skylight, check it out

We be for connection to everything from calypso to
Hip hop down to bee bop now come rock slip slide to mine
B boy niggaz are gonna push butt
Rock and roll brothas are bound to serve it up
Got the leak so put the peas on turf
So get your waterproof walkman and go surf

John McEnroe get the kids all wacky
Jamal Anderson look he's from back in
The day now he runnin' over niggaz for the fightin'
Instead of lookin' over all y'all brothas from the balcony
But we construction' the bridge so y'all could come and visit
This goes out to every pea that exists how we doin' it?
Yo, it's like this

We bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
And it goes like

We direct revolutionizing the new concepts
Emergining binaries to prove success
Stereotypical they don't get it
We breakin' the barriers some sonic shit
L.A. to Kingston to London Bridge
New York to Germany to Brooklyn Bridge
Also my people in the Golden Gate Bridge
Innovators creatin' new rich

Got them skate kids sayin'
Let's rock
Got them brothas sayin'
Yo let's get fly
Got the whole south sayin'
Ya feel me?
Got them chulos sayin'
Ya feel me?

Every type of people be feelin' my section
'Cuz we be expandin' to a wider selection
Now this goes out to everything that exists
Yo how we doin' it? We do it like this
C'mon

We bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
And it goes like

Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do

Legacy must live on, legacy must live on
Legacy must live on
Make sure that the bridge is strong
Make sure that the gap is wide
Supply the future that we provide
Won't commit and just go inside
Give me room so I can dip and di
Show you how we hypnotize
Angry foot is gonna tell you why

We built this bridge
For the people in the park
We built this bridge
For the dummies in the dark
And we built this bridge
For the children in the light

We built this bridge
For the skeezers with sight
And we built this bridge
For my brothas that are blind
We built this bridge
For the ones that use their mind
And we built this bridge for everybody
For everybody

We bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
We brought a lil' somethin' to
Start bridging the gaps
And it goes like

Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps

Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps
Start bridging the gaps

Play the MP3 online for free!

a18317b2a14761bf956089ec76032b2c

We Shall Overcome - Lyrics - The O.C. Supertones

Title: We Shall Overcome
Artist: The O.C. Supertones
Composer(s): Anthony Henry Terusa, Kenneth Jason Carson, Matthew Evan Morginsky

Lyric:
I've been holding back my rhyme to long
Let it go and unleash the fury of my old school flow
I'm no superstar more like a John Doe
But I'm badder then the water down in Mexico

Oh, no, a rock 'n' roller man, who's not allowed to be rap
But I write what I like and I like the boom bap
The rhyme's in the front and the beat's in the back
A trunk full of funk and a page full of fact

Right about now I'd like to hear everyone say
Yes, O yes, we shall overcome
My fans got a job, are we gonna get it done?
Yes, O yes, we shall overcome

I can't be shy, I've gotta come with it
No fear here, I Sing and bring it
In Christ you've got no right livin' timid
He's light in the dark and hope for the wicked

There's a land of the dead called planet earth
And a race called man walks dead from birth
And the beast and man both bear the curse
Come from the womb, but return to dirt

Right about now I'd like to hear everyone say
Yes, O yes, we shall overcome
My fans got a job, are we gonna get it done?
Yes, O yes, we shall overcome

Here's what I do, I hope I get through
So cling to what's true and tell the world too
'Cause some live in fear, oppression from peers
These kids smoke weed, these kids that drink beers

Who don't want to hear what you got to say?
And they shut their ears and laugh 'cause you pray
But don't be afraid, that used to be me
I used to mock God, but I was empty

Right about now I'd like to hear everyone say
Yes, O yes, we shall overcome
My fans got a job, are we gonna get it done?
Yes, O yes, we shall overcome

Play the MP3 online for free!

f30c69fdb7ddd14a498ff74f31bfd014