Leave This Morning - Lyrics - Wooden Leather - Nappy Roots

Title: Leave This Morning
Album: Wooden Leather
Artist: Nappy Roots
Composer(s): David Shears, Ronald Wilson, William Hughes, Glenn Standridge, Vito Tisdale, Homer Banks, Ernest Franklin, Kenneth Anthony, Brian Scott, Carl Hampton, Raymond Jackson, Raphael Saadiq, Melvin Adams, Bobby Ozuna

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Lyric:
I like that, Saadiq you a fool man
Come out to the west coast more often
Aww it sounds good, ooh
What was you talkin' about? Yeah

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

I'm up early in the mornin' 'fore the rooster gets to yawnin'
Last night the house of blues was jumpin', nappy roots was on it
Good God almighty, drank too much, I'm 'bout to throw up
Grandma got me hollerin' damn
It's six thirty live and callin', tellin' prophet roll up
It's a trip to sunset strip and not we off to Oakland
California a got me caught up in the moment
I be back in like a couple of days is what I told my woman

Yo aight
Take me a second to breathe and let stress go
Walk out, grab my paper and wave next do'
Take me a shower, get dressed and do a quick pass
Say me a prayer 'fore I leave so I can get back
It's easy like Sunday mornings with a six pack
Monday I'm back on the road and I respect that
Gotta go break a little bread for some improvements
Gotta go share with the world this new movement
I'm gone

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

That's what it felt like
Gut tight, last night, barely slept right
Just couldn't wait to get up this mornin'
Hugged the kids, kissed my woman
I love performin', she hate the tourin'
But daddy gotta go make that money, baby
Pray for me while I'm away and when I get paid
We can get carried away, is that okay? Baby

I told you how I made a dollar, out a dime and a nickel
Blue collar, gotta grind on instrumentals
See my, pencil and pad has me punchin' the clock
I put in, time and a half, skip lunch, I can't stop
I gotta start somethin' started with nothin' but hard at some hustlin'
Girl, I'm gettin' sick and tired of fussin'
I'm sorry, theres hardly enough time for lovin'
But baby you know the time is comin', yeah

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

One drink at the bar, led to the dance flo'
She was lookin' at me, dancin' so G, names no need
Felt the way that I was feelin'
Waffle house immediately, now we at the house chillin'
Back rub, I was tense, y'all know where it went
Patio in the rain, car hood, the kitchen sink
Layin' in the bed now, pillow talk all night
Gotta hit the studio, I'll be back tomorrow night

How many ladies in the mornin' wake up lonely?
Love rough sex, baby screamin' "Put it on me"
But when your man ain't around you call his homie
How many times I gotta be him nigga? Owe me
I follow my lines and take your panties off slowly
Makin' it hot like cash money flashin' roleys
You tell me to stop but I'm rockin', steady growin'
If your man knock I'm on the job and not goin'

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do
I got to leave here this mornin'
I got to go to work, I got to go to work
'Cause I got a job to do, I got a job to do

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What Would You Do? - Lyrics - City High - City High

Title: What Would You Do?
Album: City High
Artist: City High
Composer(s): Ryan Toby, C Broadus, A Young, B Bailey, Robby Pardlo

Lyric:
Boys and girls, wanna hear a true story?
Saturday night, was at this real wild party
They had the liquor overflowin' the cup
About 5, 6 strippers tryin' to work for a buck
And I took one girl outside wit me
Her name was Lonni, she went to Jr. High wit me
I said, "Why you up in there dancin' for cash?
I guess a whole lot's changed since I seen you last"

She said, "What would you do if your son was at home
Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor?
Cuz he's hungry, and the only way to feed him
Is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now
In and out of lockdown, I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life"

Girl, you ain't the only one wit a baby
That's no excuse to be livin' all crazy
Then she looked me right square in the eye
And said, "Every day I wake up hopin' to die"
She said, "Nigga, I know about pain 'cuz
Me and my sister ran away so my daddy couldn't rape us
Before I was a teenager, I done been through more shit
You can't even relate to"

What would you do if your son was at home
Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor?
'Cuz he's hungry, and the only way to feed him
Is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now
In and out of lockdown, I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life

{No, wait, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on
Stop the record, yo, stop the record!
Yo, Shorty, you ain't gotta be goin' out like this, man!
Holdup!}

What would you do?
Get up on my feet and let go of every excuse
What would you do?
'Cuz I wouldn't want my baby to go through what I went through
Come on, what would you do?
Get up on my feet and stop makin' up tired excuses
What would you do?
Girl, I know if my mother can do it, baby, you can do it

What would you do if your son was at home
Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor?
Cuz he's hungry, and the only way to feed him
Is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now
In and out of lockdown, I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life

What would you do if your son was at home
Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor?
Cuz he's hungry, and the only way to feed him
Is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now
In and out of lockdown, I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life
Come on

What would you do if your son was at home
Cryin' all alone on the bedroom floor?
Cuz he's hungry, and the only way to feed him
Is to sleep with a man
For a little bit of money and his daddy's gone
Somewhere smokin' rock now
In and out of lockdown, I ain't got a job now
So for you this is just a good time but for me this is what I call life

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Wham! Rap - Lyrics - George Michael

Title: Wham! Rap
Artist: George Michael
Composer(s): Andrew Ridgley, R Phillips

Lyric:
Wham bam I am, a man
Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not
Do you, enjoy what you do?
If not, just stop don't stay there and rot

You got soul
You got soul

I said get, get, get on down
I said get get get on down
I said get, get, get on down
I said get get get on down

Hey everybody, take a look at me, I've got street credibility
I may not have a job, but I have a good time
With the boys that I meet, down on the line
I said, ?I don't need you so you don't approve
Well who asked you to??, hey
Hey Jerk, you work this boy's got better things to do, hell

I ain't never gonna work, get down in the dirt I choose to cruise
Gonna live my life, sharp as a knife
I've found my groove, and I just can't lose
A.1. style, from head to toe cool cat flash, gonna let you know
I'm a soul boy, I'm a dole boy take pleasure in leisure, I believe in joy

Wham bam I am, a man
Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not
Do you, enjoy what you do?
If not, just stop don't stay there and rot

Party nights, and neon lights we hit the floors, we hit the heights
Dancing shoes, and pretty girls boys in leather, kiss girls in pearls
Hot-damn, everybody let's play so they promised you a good job, no way
One, two, three, rap c'mon everybody, don't need this crap

Wham, bam I am, a man
Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not
Do you, enjoy what you do?
If not, just stop don't stay there and rot

If you're a pub man, or a club man maybe a jet black guy, with a hip hi-fi
A white cool cat, with a trilby hat
Maybe leather and studs, is where you're at
Make the most, of every day don't let hard times, stand in your way
Give a wham, give a bam, but don't give a damn
'Cos the benefit gang, are gonna pay

Now reach up high, and touch your soul
The boys from wham, will help you reach that goal
It's gonna break your mama's heart
(So sad)
It's gonna break your daddy's heart
(Too bad)
But you'll throw the dice, and take my advice
Because I know, that you're smart

Can you dig this thing?
(Yeah)
Are you gonna get down?
(Yeah)
Say wham
(Wham)
Say bam
(Bam)

Wham bam I am, a man
Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not
Do you, enjoy what you do?
If not, just stop don't stay there and rot

Wham bam I am, a man
Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not
Do you, enjoy what you do?
If not, just stop don't stay there and rot

Wham bam I am, a man
Job or no job, you can't tell me that I'm not
Do you, enjoy what you do?
If not, just stop don't stay there and rot

Do you want to work?
(No)
Are you gonna have fun?
(Yeah)
Do you wanna be a jerk?
(No)
Are you gonna stay young?
(Yeah)
Everybody say wham
(Wham)
Say bam
(Bam)
Everybody say wham
(Wham)
Say wham bam
(Wham bam)

Can you dig this thing?
Are you gonna get down
Say one, two, three, rap
C'mon everybody
don't need this crap

Enjoy what you do
Enjoy what you do
Enjoy what you do
Enjoy what you do

Everybody say wham
(Wham)
Say bam
(Bam)
Everybody say wham
(Wham)
Say wham bam
(Wham bam)

Enjoy what you do
Enjoy what you do
Enjoy what you do
...

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Just A Job To Do - Lyrics - Genesis - Genesis

Title: Just A Job To Do
Album: Genesis
Artist: Genesis
Composer(s): Phil Collins, Anthony Banks, Michael Rutherford

Lyric:
It's no use saying that it's alright, it's alright
But where were you after midnight, midnight?
Heard a bang, bang, bang, down they go, it's just a job you do
'Cause the harder they run and the harder they fall
I'm coming down hard on you

Now no one saw what you look like, what you look like
Like a stranger you came out of the night, out of the night
'Cause someone put the word on you and I hope my aim is true

'Cause I got a name and I got a number, I got a line on you
I got a name and I got a number, I'm coming after you

Now don't keep saying that it's alright, it's alright
It seems you went just a little too far this time
Heard a bang, bang, bang and down you go, it's just a job I do
'Cause the harder you run the harder you fall
I'm coming down hard on you, hard on you, I hope my aim is true

I got a name and I got a number, I got a line on you
I got a name and I got a number and I'm coming after you

Keep running, keep running, city to city
Even if you're innocent
You can cause too much embarrassment
And though your heart is aching
And you know there's no mistaking
You feel your life line breaking

You can feel your hands are shaking
And no one answers the telephone
You could never never ever go home alone
And though your heart is aching
And you know there's no mistaking
The footsteps close behind

Now don't pretend that you sleep at night, but sleep tight
And can't you feel that the time is right? It's alright
Heard a bang, bang, bang and down you go, oh no one really cares
'Cause the harder you run, and the harder you fall
I'm coming down hard on you, hard on you, I'm hoping that my aim is true

I got a name and I got a number, I got a line on you
I got a name and I got a number, I'm coming after you
I got a name and I got a number, I got a line on you
And I got a name and I got a number, I got a job to do

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Table Dance - Lyrics - Shake A Lil' Somethin' - 2 Live Crew

Title: Table Dance
Album: Shake A Lil' Somethin'
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): David Hobbs, Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won

Lyric:
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

I don't give my riches to the bitches
Shake-dancin' ain't nothin' but trickin'
Ten dollars too much to give 'em
I done had my two-drink minimum

I watch from a distance so I can see
Now Charles kickin' me out the V.I.P.
Bitches callin' me cheap
While they trick as they dancin' in minks

Hoe, you must be crazy
I know, it's your job but I ain't trickin' Miss Daisy
I want a quick feel, a cheap thrill
But I ain't payin' no pussy bills

If you got mouths to feed
Bitch, you better recognize a dick in need
'Cause I'm a 3-piece nigga, bitch, I don't play
I want the pussy, a place to stay but I don't pay

Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

Booty clubs where niggas go
Spendin' flow for stripper hoes
And table-tops cost five dollars
If the hoe ain't cute, don't even bother

Bitch, come clean from beginnin'
Drop them strings and skin to win
She gotta show pink to get paid
And I don't want a hoe who's always afraid

I'll flip that hoe like a script
'Cause for all that flow, niggas might trip
'Cause pussy's a man's best friend
And she gotta keep shakin' till the record ends

'Cause I like them stripper hoes
The one's from Rolex and Coco's
So come on, make ya pussy pop
And I keep on gettin' them table-tops

C'mon, girl, now, show me a shot now, aight
Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

Serve me out your best dick-sucker
Much money as I'ma spend in this motherfucker
You holler, ?No cash, no ass!?
(Well then bitch, I pass)

'Cause I ain't givin' up no cash
(Hell naw!)
Not to see yo' funky ass
You wanna dance, don't sweat it
If I fuck for free then you can dance on credit

Trick-ass niggas just spoil 'em
Payin' 'em more than the club that employs 'em
Checkin' that booty movin'
To me it's just a form of prostitution

Niggas be wreckin' theyself
Thinkin' they got that bitch to theyself?
Well, I sit back and laugh
But tell bitches with babies they need to work for food stamps
You can pop that pussy tax-free but you won't get shit from me

Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

I'm lookin' for a crib for the weekend
I ain't got no ends but I wanna see the skins
I want mine for the low price
I heard bitches dance free on amateur night

Shakin' what they mama fuck fo'
When your mama was a hoe, did she get dough?
Don't ask me for a dance, I don't need one
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one

I'm freakin' on like the next man
When you take this cash, I'm lookin' up yo' ass
(Pussy pay the bills, dick pay the rent)
All I got is a thanks and a compliment

Usin' it like a weapon
Bitches gettin' paid for sex and affection
Fuck you and your conversation
I ain't makin' no fuckin' donations

Uhh, uhh, now throw that pussy

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(All you hoes get on down)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hop wid it)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hey, take it to the ground)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hop wid it)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get on down)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Get out my face, hoe)

Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?
(Hell no)
Can a bitch do a table dance? Can a bitch do a table dance?

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Odd Job Man - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: Odd Job Man
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry Chapin

Lyric:
I give part time help
I'm the odd job man
I can't do what I want
So I do what I can

And I'll tell you now
So that you will understand
You get just what you pay for
From the odd job man

One day this dude drives in the station
And I slide out to the pump
And he says, " I need some odd jobs done
Can you get off from this dump?"

Well, I can always use some extra bread
So I nod and take the job
When he says, "Clean up before you come
I do not hire slobs "

Now you can see I'm not no fancy pants
But everyone has pride
And especially since this lovely lady's
Sittin' by his side

Still something keeps my trap shut
And I nod again, " Alright "
And he gooses his Mercedes
And he squeals off in the night

I give part time help
I'm the odd job man
I can't do what I want
So I do what I can

And I'll tell you now
So that you will understand
You get just what you pay for
From the odd job man

Well, I find his place next morning
It's more a palace than a pad
And it kind of makes my pick-up truck
Start looking pretty bad

But the same lady swings the door back
And before one word is said
She leads me to his trophy room
Where he sits with his stuffed heads

He's got this list of jobs for me to do
While he's out of town
And he says, "I'm too damn busy boy
The way I move around"

Well, I start to figure prices when he says
"It's time you learned
When you're dealing with a gentleman
You get just what you earn"

I give part time help
I'm the odd job man
I can't do what I want
So I do what I can

And I'll tell you now
So that you will understand
You get just what you pay for
From the odd job man

I set to work that weekend
And I'm fixin' up some stairs
When I feel that someone's watching me
And I see she's standing there

And she says, "I like to watch you work
You have such supple hands"
She says, "Can I help you?"
And I say, "Baby you can"

Well, she looks me in the eyes, boys
I admit I looked a little lower
That's when she starts breathing faster
And I start working slower

You see when you have a helper
With her attitude and grace
You start puttin' lots of extra hours
Workin' 'round the place

I give part time help
I'm the odd job man
I can't do what I want
So I do what I can

And I'll tell you now
So that you will understand
You get just what you pay for
From the odd job man

Well, a month had too soon come and gone
With my odd jobs all done
When who should pull up to the pump
But the long-lost prodigal son

And he says, "Here's a hundred dollars, boy"
Pulls the bill off from his wad
And he starts to hand it over
Like a gift come straight from God

I say, "That's just a buck an hour sir"
He says, "That's what I pay for jerks"
Now I admit that almost blew my cool
But I staggered back to work

You see most times when it's said and done
There's justice to this life
'Cause what that man had done to me
I'd done to his wife

I give part time help
I'm the odd job man
I can't do what I want
So I do what I can

And I'll tell you now
So that you will understand
You get just what you pay for
From the odd job man

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Kaught In Da Ak - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: Kaught In Da Ak
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Christopher Alle Charity, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Joseph Simmons, Willie D Hines

Lyric:
Bring it in one time
Solid scheme

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do

Well, say hello to the bad guy or am I? Shit
'Cos I'm ya local slinger, swinger, quick ta bring the drama
Plus not the kid to sweat but test me if ya wanna
I'm baggin' kids up like they bag that chick T'wanna

Prawley, some ignore me, others I bother
For the props and top dollar, G I'm doin' what I gotta, see
I puts the fear in ya heart kid, I start fuckin' for nuttin'
And no this ain't the dope that catch ya cuttin', bust

Now's the time to make my move 'cos I'm out to do tha
Kid that tried to slip for some buddha, sleep, word up
I peeped every spot his boys be, I got crew
But what am I do is get somebody new to do it for me

I'm catchin' wreck to prove a point, time is loot
And I ain't spinnin' it in the joint but better yet
These days I'm all professional, some new shit I got
I check this nigga that I used to snatch jewels wit

Back in the day but nevertheless the kid's ass' slingin' gas
To pay bills to 'ford some pills that kill stress
Now as for me G let's just say I learnt the rules
I paid my dues and now I cruise in my Lexus

No better time than the present
To make him an offer
He can't refuse but might regret it
So I'ma set it

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all

Well I'm, take this job and shove it, punk fuck it, another day of workin'
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin'
Catch a fit money grip 'cos pumpin' gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin' by my job and frontin' like they richin'

I wanna bust wit disgust 'cos I'm sour
Takin' all the shit and only gettin' four dollars an hour
There go some bitches swearin' that they better
Givin' a cold shoulder as they roll by in the fuckin' Jetta

I gets no play though 'cos they know they cuter
Can't wait to take a fuckin' break so I can go and puff this buddha
I'm bustin' my ass but my cash just ain't stockin'
Now who's this creepin' up the fuckin' block-in?

Clockin', lookin' like he really wanna test this
Just another dick, I oughta stick him for that Lexus
The shit is killin' me, why this kid grillin' me?
Actin' like he wanna bust caps and start fillin' me

Up wit some hot shit, I spot shit, I'm buggin'
I fuckin' know this nigga because he used to be a thuggin'
My area, causes hysteria, I guess he chillin'
We used ta rob niggas back in the day when I was illin'

Like jaw-cappin' niggas just for yappin'
He claim he got some loot that I can make, I give a clappin'
Let him kick it 'cos I ain't tryin' to sink in
I need to make this dough so now ya know he got me thinkin'

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do

Yo what up kid? I know that was you B, yo waz up?
(Yo what up kid? Yo, I'm just out here doin' my thing man)
(I'm tryin' ta make this loot man, what up to you?)
Yo what's up? Put me on kid, ya see what I'm doin'?
(I'm sayin' man, what you doin' man?)

Word up, I get off in a few B
(Aight, yo I'm tryin' ta see ya, word is bond)
Yo yo, I ain't frontin' kid, word is bond
(Yo I'ma see ya aight)

Bringin' it back 'cos now I'm wit it
I'm lookin' ta make this loot so now I figure
I hooked up with this nigga
Because he bound to make my pocket's bigger

I'm lookin' ta do this
Just gimme the cue and I'm willin'
He scooped me up, suit me up
Boost me ups so now I guess we're chillin'

I'm guessin' we're like on some back-in-the-day shit
I need you to do me this
Justice, some busters keep on playin' me on some stupid shit
Crab nigga, up on the block he's just a tad bigger
Time to earn the cash so here's the burner and the match nigga

Yeah yeah yeah, that sound cool so gimme the 2 because I'm on it
I leave 'em layin' stiff and if that's how ya really want it
I'm buggin' when I pull it, watch the bullet leave 'em leakin'
Yo, hold up, cops, yo I think them cops is peepin'

Oh shit, where they at? Stash the gat, toss the herb 'cuz
Jakes checkin' my plates and I'm tryin' not to swerve, word
My nuts is shot, I think these cops is like schemin' G
I'm pullin' to the curb because these hertz is high beamin' me

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do

Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do
Gotta story to tell y'all
Here's a lil' story I got ta do

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Act A Fool - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Act A Fool
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Pharell Williams

Lyric:
Drop 2 Fast, drop 2 Furious
I'm too fast for y'all, mayn
Drop 2 Fast, drop 2 Furious
Oh, I'm too fast for y'all, mayn

Ah, you just came home from doin' a bid
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Somebody broke in and cleaned out your crib
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Just bought a new pair and they scuffed your shoes
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, them cops tryna throw you in them county blues
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

Talkin' about gats, traps, cops and robbers
It's 911, pleas call the doctor
Evacuate the building and trick the pigs
Since everybody wanna piece, we gon' split ya wigs
See, some fools slipped up and over stepped they boundaries
You 'bout to catch a cold, stay the fuck around me
Ya peeps talkin' 'bout what kinda shit he on
You disappear like, poof, bitch be gone

You think twelve gon' catch me, gimme a break
I'm super-charged with the hide-away license plate
It seems they wanna finger print me and gimme some years
They'll only get one finger while I'm shifting gears
I got suede on my roof, wood grain on the dash
Sheep skin on the rug, 'Golden Grain' in the stash
Hydraulics all around so I shake the ride
We go front, back and side to side

Some punk just tripped up and made you spill your drink
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, your car just stopped on a empty tank
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If you got late bills and you lost your job
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If you about to get drunk and you ready to mob
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

Let's take it to the streets 'cuz I'm ready to cruise
Just bought me and my cars all some brand new shoes
And the people just stare so I love to park it
And I just put a computer in the glove compartment
With the petal to the floor, radar in the grille
TV in the middle of my steering wheel
It's my car's birthday so we blown them candle
More speakers in the trunk than my ride can handle

Got my name in the headrest, read it and weep
Nos tank in the back, camel hair on the seat
And when I pull up to the club, I get all the affection
'Cuz the women love the paint and they can see their reflection
I'm about to take off, so F what ya heard
Because my side mirrors flap like a fuckin' bird
And the fools, we gon' clock one and we'll pop one
'Cuz my folk ridin' shotgun with a shotgun

You just got hustled for a wad of cash
Man, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now, your friends just smoked up your brand new stash
Say whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Now them gulls up the block still runnin' they mouth
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If anybody talk bad about the Dirty South
Tell me what I'm gon' do? Act a fool

I got my eyes wide shut and my trunk wide open
Did donuts last week and the streets' still smoking
See, I'm off that anti freeze and my car is tipsy
Off the off ramp doin' about a hundred and fifty
Rollin' through East Pernium, on way to Ben Heel
Slide a five to the junkie to clean my windshield
Got the whole crew ridin' and we startin' shit
I even got a trailer hitch with the barbecue pit

And now, all you wanna do is get drunk and pout
Plus, your new name is Fire 'cuz we stomped you out
And yeah, we blow trees and beez that's fantastic
So gulls, hold ya weave while I'm weaving through traffic
I kicked to fifth gear and teared the road apart
You'll be like Lil' John Q and get a 'Change of Heart'
It's one mission, two clips and some triple beams
I'm about to blow this whole shit up to smithereens

The pot holes in the street just bentcha rims
Tell me whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Man, that ain't sticky, that's sticks and steams
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
Catch ya man with another bitch up in ya bed
Ladies, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool
If the bottles all gone and your eyes are red
Boy, whatcha gon' do? Act a fool

2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool
2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool

2 Fast, 2 Furious
2 Fast, act a fool
2 Fast, 2 Furious

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Bus Driver - Lyrics - Intimate Portrait - Caedmons Call

Title: Bus Driver
Album: Intimate Portrait
Artist: Caedmons Call
Composer(s): Derek Webb

Lyric:
I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job and with many miles behind
Still I'm up at three thirty to make sure I'm there on time

And my car gets me along just fin, to and from the station
But my castle is this Houston Metro Bus
My first stop is Ash bury and that sign's been gone for years
But same the people wait 'cause they know that I'll be there

What would you say if I told you that I won't be by today?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know?

Well, I'm always there by five fifteen but lately I've been early
'Cause Judith likes to be in early to the bank
And she gives me conversation and a token good for riding
Says she's happy all alone

And then there's Charles in retail sales and I hope they pay him well
for the work that young man does
'Cause I've never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator
But I know that he's the first and last one there

What would you say if I told you that, "I won't be by today"?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know, well and what do I know

And I wonder what they do all day and their respective works
Suppose they give money and take money away
And I'm just orbiting this town with the post office, my son
And I'm circling again

And I wonder how this world would be
Well if I was never here to drive this bus around from Ash bury to Main
I guess this town would be the same but with one bus' less exhaust
But that bank and retail stores, they just wouldn't be the same

And what can I see from the limited confines of my bus driving seat?
Only me and

I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know

I'm just a bus driver, well they don't believe that
I'm just a bus driver, well they don't believe that
I'm just a bus driver, I say, "Don't believe that"
We're all just bus drivers and it's time to go home

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Ain'T Nothing Like Pimpin' - Lyrics - Cocktails - Too $Hort

Title: Ain'T Nothing Like Pimpin'
Album: Cocktails
Artist: Too $Hort
Composer(s): Eric Breed, Ramon Russell Gooden, Stuart Jordan, Pee Wee Todd Anthony Shaw, Shorty

Lyric:
Ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Ain't nuthin like pimpin just don't quit
Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch

My diamonds and the Lex say it's time to flow
Wonder how I got rich, they say I rhyme too slow, so
I'm from the "O" I for what I know
And like I told your ass before you can fuck my hoe
I ride nuthin but vogues, ain't hittin no switches
Top down in my Caddy just me and my bitches
With a Ziplock bag full of green weed
I roll it all up 'cause I'm a fiend in need
Of some dank smoke all up in my chest
Dangerous Crew got the bomb, we don't smoke that stress
'Cause we getting funky on album 9
I smoked a few joints bitch now I'm fine
Studio's in a cloud
Smelling kind of loud
Nuthin like pimpin
Nigga fuck Bill Clinton
Make me the mother fucking president
I'll make the White House a hoe house and all the pimps, To just
Set up shops like they do in Vegas
Legalize pimpin for all the playa's
Puttin fine ass bitches in the streets and the hood
Every year a nigga trade for a new Fleetwood
You know I'm rollin, I can't be faking
I come through and all your hoes I'm taking
You know I'm rolling, don't do no simpin
I'm an Oaktown playa ain't nuthin like pimpin
Ain't nuthin like the pimp game you should know
Never love a bitch or a hoe
You fell in love with her though trying to get in them pants
And the next thing ya know your baby momma's a tramp
Don't get mad now nigga want to shove the bitch
'Cause a year ago, you know, you loved the bitch
Now your stomache's upset and your feelings are hurt
She gotcha looking like an old banana peel in the dirt
Bitch, slipped up and hit your ass for a lick
Talking that mother fucking baby shit
You'z a punk ass nigga can't you see
Thatz the difference between niggas like you and me
I got bitches, on my mind
It's been like that for a real long time
I know the way them hoes take your cash
They let you fuck and make you pay up fast
Trick nigga, why you wanna be like that
Let them try for lent bitches take your fat ass stack
Couldn't tell them hoes nuthin but the punk in you
'Cause they already know what they want from you
Big bank, Ben Franklin, do the bitch just fine
She'll be taking all of yours and can't fuck with mine
I'm the M to the A to the C and K
All you playa hating niggas shouldn't be that way

There ain't nuthin like pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Ain't nuthin like pimping just don't quit
Mother fuck you damn shit head bitch

Lights, camera, action, cut
Hollywood look out the bitch is coming up
She took acting classes 'bout to be on her way
On a Greyhound bus from home to L.A
She said it wouldn't take long to make it to the top
A few auditions land a job
I was down in L.A., hit the club for a drink
I'm a player ass nigga tell me what do ya think
I walked up to the bitch in my clean ass suit
And I told her, I've been watching you
I peeped you out from the bar
You must be a model or a movie star
She said "No, but that's my dream
To see my face on the movie screen"
I tell ya nothing but game came out my mouth
She was talking 'bout agents, I was turning her out
I said "Listen real close to what I'm saying
All you need is meyou don't need no agent"
I'm a pimp ass nigga and the game don't stop
"All you gotta do is fuck a few big shots
Cause if you can't do that, they're going to hold ya back"
She was sucking up the game, down to do all that
She said "Short baby, I ain't no simp"
But the nigga in the suit ain't nuthin but a pimp
And all them white guys you had sex with
They weren't big shots, they were nothing but tricks
She came to me and said it just won't last
I looked, and I laughed, and I kicked her ass
'Cause all she wanted was the fame
But you can't get shit when you don't have game

Guerilla pimpin just let it roll
Mother fucking shit god damn asshole
Guerilla pimps just don't quit
I say mother fuck you damn shithead bitch

Ain't nuthin like pimpin now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch

There ain't nuthin like pimp now you know
I want a bitch thats a top notch hoe
Just a Beyotch

Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch

Ain't nuthin like pimpin now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch

Mother fucking shit god damn asshole

There ain't nuthin like pimping now you know
I want a bitch thats an everyday hoe
Just a Beyotch

Say mother fuck you damn shithead beyatch

Mmm Mmm Mmmmmm

Mother fucking shit god damn asshole

Nuthin but a pimp

Mother fuck you damn shithead bitch

Short Dogg ain't nuthin but a pimp

Mother fucking shit god damn asshole

Cuss words. Mother fuck you damn shithead beyotch

Nuthin like pimpin now you know
Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know

Beyotch

There ain't nothing like pimpin now you know

Ain't nuthin like pimping damn shithead bitch
Ain't nuthin like pimpin so now you know

There ain't nothing like pimping god damn asshole

Ah

That's it nigga, there is no more. Life is

Thatz deep. Yeah. That right. There ain't nothing like a bitch
Ain't nothing like a mother fucking, BITCH
You, nasty, once a month bleeding mother fucking nasty ass mother fuck it
(Takes a deep breath)
BITCH, I hate your mother fucking ass. You mother fucking Beeeeeeyoooootch
BeyotchAnd your momma too. Fuck all yall. Hahahaha

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Normal - Lyrics - Baha Men

Title: Normal
Artist: Baha Men
Composer(s): Mark Hudson, Chad Simpson, Steve Greenberg, Danny Browne

Lyric:
Normal
(Tell me what you think is)
Normal
(Is there more than one way to be)
Normal
(If I do what you say am I)
Normal

Well, I'm just a normal guy in a normal world
I live a normal life, I got a normal girl
I drive to normal places in my normal car
I even wish upon the normal stars

But people say it isn't normal if I want to pierce my nose
Or if I let a blind man design my clothes
Or if I pick the petals leave the thorns upon my rose
Or if I just want to paint my toes

People say it's not
Normal
(Tell me what you think is)
Normal
(Is there more than one way to be)
Normal
(I really think I'm okay and that's)
Normal

My momma say's it isn't normal if I wanna sleep all day
If I don't get a normal job, I'll throw my life away
She says I should go to school to get my B.A.
But me, I want to be a DJ

My friends say it isn't normal if I don't want to touch that stuff
But I don't need to follow no one, I'm already cool enough
You say I gotta be name brand, but I'm gonna call your bluff
And if you don't like it that's tough

People say it's not
Normal
(Tell me what you think is)
Normal
(Is there more than one way to be)
Normal
(I really think I'm okay and that's)
Normal

Once upon a time there was a man who had a wife
a couple kids, a cat, a dog
He thought he had a perfect life
That's not for me because I wanna be

I wanna be a painter and I want to be an actor
And a sculptor or a clown, maybe I wanna drive a tractor
Why can't you see, that's normal to me
To me, that's normal

Normal
Normal
Normal
Normal

So what, if I don't like the food you eat
So what, if you don't like to dance to my beat
So what, if you're expensive and you think I'm cheap
So what, does that make me incomplete?

So what, if I don't want to come my hair
So what, judging me, that's really unfair
So what, I only listen to the man up there
And I bet you he thinks I'm normal

I am my own man, so I do what I will
Every individual has their own skill
We all set goals that we want to fulfill
Whether a butcher, a baker, a computer maker

It's your life so do what you wanna do
You got one life to live, you don't have two
To yourself, to yourself, you gotta be true
And that's gonna make you normal

Don't wanna be
Normal
(Tell me what you think is)
Normal
(Is there more than one way to be)
Normal
(I really think I'm okay and that's)
Normal

Normal
(Don't want to do what you say)
Normal
(I want to do what I do)
Normal
(And that's normal)
Normal

Normal
(Don't have to do what you say)
Normal
(That's normal)
Normal
(Don't have to do what you say)

Normal
(I want to do what I do)
Normal
(Everybody's normal)
Normal
(I'm normal)
That's normal
That's normal

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Black &Amp; White - Lyrics - Master P

Title: Black &Amp; White
Artist: Master P
Composer(s): Vyshon Miller, Fiend Ned Doheny, Richard Jones, Craig Brazille, Percy Miller, James Stuart

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Lyric:
Hey dad, I got in a fight with this white kid today at school
Son, didn't I tell you, I don't want you fighting?
But he called me a nigger

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy and girl

It's a shame when you can't send your kids to decent schools
We live in the world for the laws and no rules
Gang-bangers, crease sides and chalk lines
Correctional facilities full of juveniles doin' petty crimes

In this ghetto, got me crazy
Sometimes I wish, mama wouldn'ta made me
But it's a shame when you gotta raise a baby
And the color of my skin might taint me

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

And all the money can't change the color of your skin
Why so many blacks and Mexicans in the pen?
It is 'cause we violent?
But why Abraham Lincoln freed the slaves and started smilin'?

So many people have dreams
But why society eliminated Martin Luther King?
And they tell us to be proud to be black
And at the same time, Uncle John shoot us in the back

Independence, it's a free country
No jobs, most blacks turn to street money
A bunch of ghetto, full of drugs and alcohol
Where found history books about white laws
And tell me Hilfiger discriminate and sell us clothes

But we can't blame him 'cause
We don't support the black stores
And only God can judge or point the finger
And what's white or black and red
And blue, equals gang banging

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

(I'm just a black man trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain?
(Hold on, hold on trapped in this white world)
I'm colorblind, so Lord won't you feel my pain?

P, pray for your little brother
Silkk, keep your head up
I'm tryin' but sometime I get fed up
(Damn)

What about all of the people that died in the past?
Peers, I can't get back with too many found guilty
And I know they didn't do it but still they can't get back

I see the copper be tryin' to nail me
Police constantly trailin' me
'Cause I'm young, rich, and black
I'm always under surveillance

Dash me out the car and wanna ask me who the car fuck
They allowed to carry guns, can't never be convicted
Who that law fuck?

I'm guilty till proven innocent
Still we all equals, how do you figure?
Cop told me, "You weren't speeding
But I'm gonna give you a ticket 'cause you a nigger"

I seen the hardest of my homies break down in tears
A white judge looked them in the eyes and gave them thirty-five years
Now it's a everyday struggle, I hustle just to live
To raise your kids when they got them teachin' them
Their parents better than them
They got me thinkin' the color of my skin is a sin

I'm a black man in a white man's world
Where it's set up for me not to win
Lookit, ain't that about a bitch
They look at us like we ain't shit
But lookit, I ain't racist, but face it, it exists
I'm a black man

I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
I'm just a black man trapped in this white world
And this goes to every woman, man, boy, and girl

Check this out
Underneath, ain't no black or white
We all equal, we all equal
We all got the same opportunity

Whether we wanna be judges, doctors, or lawyers
Ain't a black or white thing
Pick the best man for the job
And there shouldn't be no hatin'

Where you live, if you can afford to buy a house
Should be able to live wherever you want
The same hospitality they give to athletes and movie stars
Should give that same hospitality and companionship to your neighbors

You heard me?
Y'all know it ain't a black and white thing with me
I just make music for the reality
Only the real could feel this, huh
Only the real could feel this

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Brother, Brother - Lyrics - Big Daddy Kane

Title: Brother, Brother
Artist: Big Daddy Kane
Composer(s): Antonio M Hardy, Smead Hudman, Austin Johnson

Lyric:
Mmm, hmm, right, right
What we have here is collaboration
Of the Big Daddy Kane and the Little Daddy Shane
We're gonna send this out to all the brothers

And sisters, around the universe
It's a tune, a tune about unity
And peace amongst each other
And we're gonna have some fun, peep this

The B to the I to the G to the D
To the A to the D to the D to the Y
To the K to the A to the N to the E
The Smooth Operator's in the place to be

The L to the I to the L to the D
To the A to the D to the D to the Y
To the S to the H to the A N E
The Little Daddy Shane for the world to see

Ricky-ticky-tempo, no surrembo
Italian men, call their girls a bimbo
Puerto Rican men call their girls muchacha
Ask me how I know, cause I'm a girl watcher

Now I must admit that I'm a sensitive guy
?Cause I cried on Cooley High when Cochise died
But then again at times I may be a mean fellow
?Cause I didn't give a damn about the dog Old Yeller

But I love my brother
(And I love him back)
I wish people of the world could be like that
So shake shake y'all
(Shake y'all)
Shake y'all
(Shake y'all)
And bust the move we make y?all

Brother, brother, help each other
Brother, brother, help each other

I'm not Don Pardo, or Guy Lombardo
I Love Lucy, but I'm not Ricky Ricardo
I'm just a teen titan that does some mean fightin?
Against any sucker MC that's seen bitin?

I been through Different World's, gave them all a try
Kadeem is my man, but Jasmine's not my Guy
I wonder if the Kane ever Dawns on Lewis
It's a sin to be bad, but somebody's gotta do it

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I can make a nun feel the need for lust, true
I can make a new car start to rust
And outrun the dog on the Greyhound bus

For an MC to try to battle me freestylin?
His mind must be somewhere in Fantasy Island
But I guarantee that by the time I'm through
I make him feel about the size of the midget Tattoo

?Cause I love my brother
(And I love him back)
And more people of the world should be like that
So swing swing y'all
(Swing y'all)
Swing y'all
(Swing y'all)
Check out how we do our thing y?all

Brother, brother, help each other
Brother, brother, help each other

Rhymes that I write generate much juice
Not like Dr. Seuss or even Mother Goose
They said I was a child, but then I hit em hard
Yeah it's good to send a boy to do a man's job

Well, I'm the Biggest Daddy of the macks and dons
I keep a fleet of women, probably one of them's your moms
A voice so choice that my lips should be bronzed
You got ta give me thumbs up just like the Fonz

Well, I'm a new jack from the new school, too cool
But some of the times I get bizarre word?
And grab the microphone and catch a spell from Melle Mel
And start to yell

While I'm up on stage I feel that it's my duty
To do somethin? fly, to make you shake your booty
Because I add the flavor just like an onion
The type of guy that grows on ya, just like a bunion

But I love you Shane
(And I love you Kane)
That's somethin? that the whole world needs to gain
So love love y'all
(Love y'all)
Love y'all
(Love y'all)
Just a little bit of love y?all, peace

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Without Me (Un-Edited) - Lyrics - Eminem

Title: Without Me (Un-Edited)
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Marshall Mathers, Kevin Bell, Trevor Horn, Malcolm Mclaren, Anne Dudley

Lyric:
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back

I've created a monster
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give you
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating

When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms.Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating

So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

Little Hellions, kids feelin' rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin' like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, bitch
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass

And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass
You asked for me? Well I'm back
Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting

Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
Anybody who's talkin' this shit, that shit
Chris Kirk Patrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You 36 year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno

Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene

No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And used it to get myself wealthy
There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

Hum-die-die-la-la-la
Hum-die-die-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la

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Without Me - Lyrics - The Eminem Show - Eminem

Title: Without Me
Album: The Eminem Show
Artist: Eminem
Composer(s): Jeffrey Irwin Bass, Marshall Mathers, Kevin Bell, Trevor Horn, Malcolm Mclaren, Anne Dudley

Lyric:
Obie Trice, real name no gimmicks

Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside
Two trailer park girls go round the outside
Round the outside, round the outside

Guess who's back
Back again
Shady's back
Tell a friend
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back, guess who's back
Guess who's back

I've created a monster
'Cause nobody wants to see Marshall no more
They want Shady, I'm chopped liver
Well if you want Shady, this is what I'll give you
A little bit of weed mixed with some hard liquor
Some vodka that'll jump start my heart quicker
Than a shock when I get shocked at the hospital
By the doctor when I'm not co-operating

When I'm rockin' the table while he's operating
You waited this long, now stop debating
'Cause I'm back, I'm on the rag and ovulating
I know that you got a job Ms.Cheney
But your husband's heart problem's complicating

So the FCC won't let me be
Or let me be me, so let me see
They try to shut me down on MTV
But it feels so empty, without me
So, come on and dip, bum on your lips
Fuck that, cum on your lips, and some on your tits
And get ready, 'cause this shit's about to get heavy
I just settled all my lawsuits, fuck you Debbie

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

Little Hellions, kids feelin' rebellious
Embarrassed their parents still listen to Elvis
They start feelin' like prisoners helpless
'Til someone comes along on a mission and yells, bitch
A visionary, vision of scary
Could start a revolution, pollutin' the airwaves
A rebel, so just let me revel and bask
In the fact that I got everyone kissin' my ass

And it's a disaster, such a catastrophe
For you to see so damn much of my ass
You asked for me? Well I'm back
Fix your bent antenna tune it in and then I'm gonna
Enter in, endin' up under your skin like a splinter
The center of attention, back for the winter
I'm interesting, the best thing since wrestling
Infesting in your kid's ears and nesting

Testing, attention please
Feel the tension, soon as someone mentions me
Here's my ten cents, my two cents is free
A nuisance, who sent? You sent for me?

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

A-tisket a-tasket, I go tit for tat with
Anybody who's talkin' this shit, that shit
Chris Kirk Patrick, you can get your ass kicked
Worse than them little Limp Bizkit bastards
And Moby? You can get stomped by Obie
You 36 year old baldheaded fag, blow me
You don't know me, you're too old, let go
It's over, nobody listen to techno

Now let's go, just gimme the signal
I'll be there with a whole list full of new insults
I been dope, suspenseful with a pencil
Ever since Prince turned himself into a symbol
But sometimes the shit just seems
Everybody only wants to discuss me
So this must mean I'm disgusting
But it's just me, I'm just obscene

No I'm not the first king of controversy
I am the worst thing since Elvis Presley
To do black music so selfishly
And used it to get myself wealthy
There's a concept that works
Twenty million other white rappers emerge
But no matter how many fish in the sea
It'll be so empty, without me

Now this looks like a job for me
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me
I said, "This looks like a job for me"
So everybody, just follow me
'Cause we need a little, controversy
'Cause it feels so empty, without me

Hum-die-die-la-la-la
Hum-die-die-la-la-la
La-la-la
La-la-la

Kids!

Play the MP3 online for free!

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