Don'T Get Mad - Lyrics - souljaboytellem.Com - Soulja Boy

Title: Don'T Get Mad
Album: souljaboytellem.Com
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

Everybody know I get the kids yellin?
Don?t get mad 'cause the kids like Soulja Boy tell ?em
And they parents they can?t see it, they blind
They wonder why they kids talkin? 'bout Soulja Boy all the time

They can?t understand they ways
They wonder why they son and they daughter
Got they name on they shades
Or why they only wear bathin? apes
Or why they sit at their computers watchin? Soulja Boy all day

If you don?t get it, it?s a movement
I ain?t sayin? that you stupid, you just need improvement
They said the records ain?t sellin? no more
Just 'cause everybody on the internet hittin' download

Now it?s my turn to hit it
If you don?t get it by the end of this song you won?t get it
Real talk I spit it
I got the kids on lock and it?s just the beginnin', let?s go

Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

What you mad for, what you hatin? for?
Soulja Boy tell 'em what the street's been waitin? for
Now I?m signed and it?s goin' down
Takin? over radio, TV, everything?s mine

Ain?t gonna bite my tongue for nobody
If you book me for a show, I?mma crank up the whole party
While you?re listenin' to this song, ease your mind
If you don?t get what I?m sayin? press rewind

Now, right now I?m 16
But when you hear this song I?mma be 17 and runnin' things
Superman, I started that
But the biggest form of flattery is just a lot of copycats

It?s all good 'cause I?m on deck
It?s amazing what I did with a mic in the internet
New rappers everyday worldwide
No deal just the fans, and the fans stayed on my side

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

I?m the kids favorite rapper, do that dance snapper
If anyone else can do it, I can do it better
Got the grown folk scratchin' they head, they say, ?What?s goin' on?
What?s so special about Soulja Boy, man, what?s goin? on??

This all I gotta say in my rap
When it spreads to the grown folks, man, it?s a wrap
If you hatin? better pump your brakes
Don?t get mad 'cause the kids fans and they watchin? my face

We love you, Soulja Boy
We love you, Soulja Boy
We love you, Soulja Boy
We love you, Soulja Boy

Soulja Boy my favorite rapper
No, he my favorite rapper
No, my favorite rapper

Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
Don't get mad 'cause the kids like me
D-d-don't get mad 'cause the kids like me

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Kids - Lyrics - Return Of The Space Cowboy - Jamiroquai

Title: Kids
Album: Return Of The Space Cowboy
Artist: Jamiroquai
Composer(s): Jason Kay, Toby Smith

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Lyric:
Now we're getting nasty

Everybody's talking about the kids
The kids got funky soul and groove emotion
But if you don't give the kids the chance to use it
They're always more than likely to abuse it

Everybody's talking about the kids
It's taking time for you to realise
Now hunger turns to anger in our eyes
I say the revolution will be televised
Yes it will

Everybody's talking about the kids
The kids needs space to get their heads in place
And every day this world we have to face
Well, I just can't seem to find my proper place

Kids get down, stormy weather
Fifteen years of royal pleasure
Kids get down underground
Everybody dance to the funky sound
Because the kids got a funky soul

Everybody's talking about the kids
It won't be long before we get our own
And every kid can truly feel at home
I told ya you should give the dog a bone
Give the dog a bone

Everybody's talking about school
But I get more pleasure breakin' all the rules
'Cause lesson one begins with 'Life is cruel'
Well, I guess I'm just an educated fool

Everybody's talking about the kids
Mom and dad make efforts to excuse it
Government officials will confuse it
Members of the bench will try to prove it
You're going down sucker

Everybody's talking about the kids now
Everybody's talking about the kids now
Everybody's talking about the, everybody's talking about the
Everybody's talking about the kids now
Everybody's talking, hear the people talking about the kids

The kid's got funky soul, come on now
The kid's got funky soul
You know,the kid's got funky soul
I said, the kid's got funky soul
The kid's got funky soul

Kids get down, stormy weather
Fifteen years of royal pleasure
Kids get down, celebrate
Now we're going to kick the thing we hate
'Cause the kids got a funky soul

You know,the kid's got funky soul, I said, the kid's got funky soul
Everybody's talking about the kids now
Everybody's talking about the kids now
Everybody's talking about the, everybody's talking about the
Everybody's talking about the, everybody's talking about the
Everybody's talking about the, everybody's talking about the kids now

Got to keep on talkin', got to keep on movin'
Got to keep on groovin', got to keep on talkin'
Keep on, keep on movin'

Everybody's talking about high
But kids get high to satisfy
For reaching out to touch the sky
Is all I can identify and you know why

Kids get down, stormy weather
Fifteen years of royal pleasure
Kids get down, celebrate
Now we're gonna kick the thing we hate

Kids get down, pressurized
To live the life that you devised
Kids get down, celebrate
Life's too short to complicate
'Cause the kids got a funky soul

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Big Kids - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Big Kids
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Daryl Hall, John Oates

Lyric:
I got a good education now and I'm ready for the world, yeah
We've been going together, gonna last forever
And it ain't never gonna change

I'm a real hard charger, yeah, everybody's gonna listen to me
We're a winning combination that nobody's gonna rearrange

Big kids breakin' up 'cause they're lookin' for fun
Everybody's leavin', boy, girl on the run
My situation's static, there's no reason to fear
It's too calm around me and it can't happen here

Big kids, think they know it all
Big kids, think they've got the world up against the wall
All the grown-ups show me that they're only big kids in disguise

Who do you think your leaders are? Big kids, big kids
Who do you think your heroes are? Big kids
I may never reach maturity but baby, I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try

Big kids breakin' up 'cause they're lookin' for fun
Everybody's leavin', boy, girl on the run
My situation's static, there's no reason to fear
It's too calm around me and it can't happen here, big kids

Big kids, big kids, big kids, big kids

Big kids breakin' up 'cause they're lookin' for fun
Everybody's leavin', boy, girl on the run
My situation's static, there's no reason to fear
It's too calm around me and it can't happen here

Big kids breakin' up 'cause they're lookin' for fun
Everybody's leavin', boy, girl on the run
My situation's static, there's no reason to fear
It's too calm around me and it can't happen here

Big kids breakin' up 'cause they're lookin' for fun
Oh big kids, oh
'Cause my situation's static, there's no reason to fear
It's too calm around me and it can't happen here

Big kids breakin' up 'cause they're lookin' for fun
And everybody's leavin', boy, girl on the run
My situation's static, there's no reason to fear
It's too calm around me

Big kids breakin' up 'cause they're lookin' for fun
Everybody's leavin', boy, girl on the run
My situation's static, there's no reason to fear
It's too calm around me and it can't happen here

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Big Kids Don'T Play - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Big Kids Don'T Play
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): M Dixon

Lyric:
Wa-da-da-dah-dang
Check it
The big kids don't play
Nope, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Toys ain't us
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Check it yo

Here goes the flow, from your favorite dynamo
Grand Puba, dougie mo', to show that we can flow slow
Some of them seem to think, that they're-biggidu-bobbebly-swing
Come on in, try again, 'cause here's the next one my friend

We know what our people want, it's the real dope shit
Twenty-four hours a day, the big kids don't play
So you can relax, all your problems and you come you come you come
Grand Puba's the one to get the job done

Well then you knock knock knock upon my door door door
If you really wanna see, God body
Grand Puba is comin' to slam it and you can believe it's no trouble to me
'Cause I wreck shop, on the non-stop, grab the big props
Then I change it up a bit to flip it on some next shit
That's how it goes when you got the Puba flows
I guess I'm a natural, yeah

How the chorus go
The big kids don't play
Here we go
The big kids don't play
Nanana-nah-nah
The big kids don't play
Huh, we don't play
The big kids don't play
Parlay parlay parlay
The big kids don't play
Check the resume

Knock it off, because you know who's the boss
When it comes to this type of shit, you know what time is it
So, flow with the motion with the brother smooth as lotion
I'm not boastin' here it is because I have the magic portion
Grand Puba the mad rhymin' Ravin God child
With more rhymes than tokens in the turn style

Check it, here goes a noise for the ghetto girls and boys
I do it strictly for my people so come get your jolly joys
Not the type to get some loot, then flip and be conservative
I stay true, God body, word is bond, with no preservative

So cancel all the nonsense that you heard, thus far
You wanted the best at your request so here we are
So call me the grand man, I laid off the sandman 'cause I like
Workin' nights, I hit some joints and then I get into flights

Then push uptown to shabazz, get a fish sandwich with bean soup
Half and half, sign a few, autographs, jet back
Downtown, catch up with my staff and if you think
That you can follow this flow please don't make me laugh

You know why
The big kids don't play
Nope we don't play
The big kids don't play
Ha-hahah-ha-hah
The big kids don't play
Yeah yeah,a-da-day
The big kids don't play
How we go yo
The big kids don't play

The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
The big kids don't play
..

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Leave It Up To Me - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Aaron Carter

Title: Leave It Up To Me
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Aaron Carter
Composer(s): Michael Mark Power, Lucas Secon

Lyric:
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
And ya know we're gonna groove

It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, baby
It's the kids, come on
It's the kids, baby
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Listen to the kids
Grown ups, own up
Even when they mess up
Actin' like it's all sewn up
Mom and dad think we
Need to have a talk
Think the kids rule the world
Boys and girls

You can't blame us for Nada
You taught us, to follow orders
'Cuz I'm the baby, dun gotta
Monkey see, ah ah
Monkey do no more
The fun stops here
What's the score

We might start a play fight
Just to imitate you
Don'tcha feel silly now
Shame on you
Don't start to cry now
I don't blame you
After all you're just a grown-up
Whatcha gonna do

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

When the grown-ups go a wall
Now nothing's gonna fall
Here come the young ones
The baby crime busters
Big people, listen up
Relax now we're equal
And if the money's right
We might make a sequel

Do I hear a please?
I love it when you beg me
I need a bribe now
Just to move my legs, see
And I might put you in
If you make way
(Lemme talk to my people we can save the day)

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

(Now whatcha gonna do)
Mom and dad, they be
Gettin' on my nerves
Workin' and workin' 'em
Is that what I deserve
But after many days
Hey, I want them back
Tell me who's gonna bake
My cake and all that

Who's gonna suffer from
My practical jokes
And answer when I'm mowing
Hey, it's gotta be my folks
And who's gonna get me up
Ready for the flight
And who's gonna tell me
"Every thing's alright"

But wait a minute
That sounds so soft
That won't impress a
Hot chick like Lara Croft
Don't play me out 'cuz
I'll switch ya off
You've been told old for too long
Singin' the same song

If you're old enough to vote
Then it's time to sit down
It's all about the little hommies
Takin' the crown
So if you're too young to vote
Here's your chance to have a say
Come on everybody
Help me save the day

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
Gotta heat it up, heat it up
What's the deal, don'tcha know, I
Gotta give it up, give it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

Yo it's the kids
What would ya do if I
Speed it up, speed it up
What what
Set it off
Gonna live it up, live it up
Make way, put it on
Gonna hook it up, hook it up
And how's that
Leave it up, leave it up to me

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Crash Street Kidds - Lyrics - Mott The Hoople

Title: Crash Street Kidds
Artist: Mott The Hoople
Composer(s): I Hunter

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Lyric:
See my thoughts and then see my scars
See my clothes, I dress to kill
See my blood and see my gun

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?ll get done, you?ll get done, you?ll get done)

Heed my faults and heed my curse
Heed my frustration, you just don?t know
A new town nothing, send for the hearse

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Just for fun, just for fun, just for fun)

Pull down the wires, set you on fire
I?m getting too tired to resist
We?ll torture your flats
You keep us like rats

Then you tell ?em we?re brats
And the press twist our fist
Get me out of this mess

Hear me swear, hear every word
I ain?t just a number, I wanna be heard
A TV announcer he talks to the scum

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Prick your thumb, prick your thumb, prick your thumb)

I ain?t been solved, I?m uninvolved
I?ve been annulled and I can?t seem to prove it
And you?re so pure, you know the cures
Just keep us poor, the juvenile delinquent bit

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better run, better run, better run)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(One?s your son, one?s your son, one?s your son)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Better hide, better hide, better hide)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Take a ride, take a ride, take a ride)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re too late, you?re too late, you?re too late)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? Where?s your mates? )

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(You?re exposed, you?re exposed, you?re exposed)
The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now you?re closed, now you?re closed, now you?re closed)

The crash street kids are comin? to get ya
(Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead)
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead
Now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead, now, you?re dead

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Hey Kids - Lyrics - Shine On - Jet

Title: Hey Kids
Album: Shine On
Artist: Jet
Composer(s): Chris James Cester, Nicholas John Cester, Cameron Thane Muncey

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Lyric:
Hey kids
You did it all yourselves
You never changed the world
So whatcha think about that?

Hey Dad
The suit is on your back
So take ya boots off my neck
And get back to ya money stack

Hey kids
You never changed the world at all
Hey kids
You never changed the world

Hey old man
Remember Vietnam?
You hated Vietnam
And now you love Uncle Sam

Hey kids
Did you get your kicks?
And now you're getting old
Gonna catch you quick

Hey kids
You never changed the world at all
Hey kids
You never changed the world at all

Hey kids
You never changed the world at all
Hey kids
You never changed the world at all

Hey kids
You never changed the world at all
Hey kids
You never changed the world at all

Hey kids
You never changed the world at all
Hey kids
You never changed the world at all

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All The Kids Are Right - Lyrics - Pack Up The Cats - Local H

Title: All The Kids Are Right
Album: Pack Up The Cats
Artist: Local H
Composer(s): David Scott Lucas, Joesph Daniels

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Lyric:
You heard that we were great
But now you think we?re lame
Since you saw the show last night

You hoped that we would rock
And knock it up a notch
Rockin' was nowhere in sight

And it?s never good when it goes bad
No one likes to feel like they?ve been had
And it may be okay
But you won?t wear our T-shirts now, anymore

First the band looked wired
Then the band looked tired
Sluggish and a little slow

He?s walking through the set
As drunk as he could get
And what the hell was wrong with Joe?

And you could tell the crowd was fading fast
Every song we played looser than the last
And it may be okay
But you won?t wear our T-shirts now

All the kids, they hold a grudge
Their minds are logged on to the net
And all the kids, they hold a grudge
You fail them and they won?t forget it

All the kids are tired and turn away
They saw what you did
You?re all wrong and all the kids are right

You heard that we were great
But now you know we?re lame
Since you saw the show last night

You hoped that we would rock
You wished that we?d just stop
And finally we said good night

When we had returned for the encore
You and half the room headed for the door
No one wanted more

All the kids, they hold a grudge
Their minds are logged on to the net
All the kids, they hold a grudge
You fail them and they won?t forget it

All the kids are tired and turn away
All the kids, they hold a grudge
Their minds are logged on to the net

All the kids, they hold a grudge
You fail them and they won?t forget it
All your cred won't save you from the kids

They saw what you did
You?re all wrong and all the kids are right

Next!

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Dedicated (Demo 1999) - Lyrics - Linkin Park

Title: Dedicated (Demo 1999)
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda

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Lyric:
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
It's understood that they actually will

And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring in the trees, paranoid are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop hits
Take a walk with me and what you'll see

Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
And emcees have left materialism behind them

Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum
Out on sunset strip, he asked me how would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist?
You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip

So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest
Be floating overhead like a space odyssey monolith

Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing
It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again

Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real, everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real, everybody who knows they're out of place
What's real, anybody with nowhere to run
Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun

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Dedicated ( Remix ) - Lyrics - Linkin Park

Title: Dedicated ( Remix )
Artist: Linkin Park
Composer(s): Joseph Hahn, Mike Shinoda

Lyric:
I have a dream of a scene between the green hills
Clouds pull away and the sunlight's revealed
People don't talk about keeping it real
It's understood that they actually will

And intoxicated and stimulated emcees
Staring in the trees, paranoid are gone in the breeze
Watch them flee, hip-hop hits
Take a walk with me and what you'll see

Is a land where the sand is made up of crushed up wax
And the sky beyond you is krylon blue
And everybody speaks in a dialect of rhyme
And emcees have left materialism behind them

Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

I've seen a lot of shit, I've talked to a bum
Out on sunset strip, he asked me how would you feel
If everybody acted like you didn't exist?
You'd lose your grip, probably eventually flip

So let it be known, the only reason that we do this
Is so you can pick it up and just bang your head to it
While emcees fight to see who can be the commonest
Be floating overhead like a space odyssey monolith

Over seeing the game, over being part of the same old thing
It's all gonna change in a hurricane of darkness and pain
And acidic rain and promises that you won't do it again

Meanwhile I just grip my mic
And hope me and my team make it through alright
Because say what you will and say what you might
But don't ignore who it's for at the end of the night

Because this is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide
Pulling me close, the shadow is warm inside
This is where I feel at home, this is my place to hide

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real is the kids who know that something's wrong
What's real is the kids who think they don't belong
What's real is the kids who have nowhere to run
Who are hiding in the shadows waiting for the sun

This is dedicated to the kids
Dedicated to wherever music lives
Dedicated to those tired of the same old same
And dedicated to the people advancing the game

What's real, everybody who doesn't feel safe
What's real, everybody who knows they're out of place
What's real, anybody with nowhere to run
Who hides in the shadows waiting for the sun

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No Time For Games - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: No Time For Games
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Hirst Mogini

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Lyric:
Let's rock

The raising of children, the rearing of young
Used to be simple, look what it's become
The choice of career, the proper vocation
Out of your hands, all for the needs of the nation

No inhibitions with the modern child
Wasted lessons or pleasure or pain
Easy to follow your natural instinct
Easy to follow, much too hard to learn

Useless expressions and sporting aggression
Don't waste my time, I can't wait for the end of the session
What opportunity, the modern child?
Wasted passion and wasted mind

Some kids got no time for playtime
Some kids got no time for games
Some kids got no time for playtime
Some kids got no time for games

Easy to follow your natural instinct
Easy to follow, much too hard to learn
What opportunity, the modern child?
Wasted passion and wasted mind

Some kids got no time for playtime
Some kids got no time for games
Some kids got no time for playtime
Some kids they got no time for games

Some kids got no time for playing time
Some kids they got no time for games
Some kids got no time for playtime
Some kids they got no time for games

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Taking Everything - Lyrics - Gerald Levert

Title: Taking Everything
Artist: Gerald Levert
Composer(s): Antoinette Roberson, Gerald Levert, Darrell Allamby, Lincoln Browder

Lyric:
To my heart
To my car
To my crib
My kids, everything

Never thought you bring me so much pain
Lord knows I tried to keep you happy, girl in every way
I'm on the road doing my thing, trying to keep you laced
Trying to keep a smile upon your face, girl

Put all my happiness in vain
Or did I place in you a little too much faith
Now nothing memories
Never thought that this would be the price I had to pay

You took my heart, you took my car
You took my crib, yes, you did
Got the nerve to take my kids
Got the nerve to take my kids

Took my love and my life
Girl, you took my soul
Taking everything from me
Taking everything from me

You took my heart, girl, you took my car
And you took my crib, tryin' to take my kids
Girl, you took my love, then you took my soul
Taking everything

Everything, everything
Everything, everything

And now I'm sitting all alone
Trying to figure out where you and I went wrong
You know it makes me wanna cry
Just thinking about it makes me wanna lay down and die

For the life of me I don't know how
That you could take for granted and disregard our sacred vows
Now nothing memories
Never thought that this would be the price I'd have to pay

You took my heart
Girl, you took my, my car
Tryin' to take my crib, girl
You got the nerve to take my kids
Got the nerve to take my kids

And take my love, love, love, love
And my life, girl, you took my soul, yeah
Taking everything from me
Taking everything from me

You took my heart, my car
My crib, my, my kids, my kids
My love, soul

Everything
Everything, everything
Everything, everything

Now I ain't never been no fool, I've always tried to keep my cool
I was faithful and true, never bruised you or used you
Even though sometimes you make me want to
But I loved you

You should try to understand, girl, I was your man
My life was in your hands, baby
My love was shinning over there
But this wasn't part of your plan
No, no, no, no

What about the plans we had?
Now you're gone and I'm just gonna be a weekend dad, baby
Can I call you baby? Or is that just a passing thing, babe
Listen to this sad song I sing, yeah
What about the ring, what about the ring? Oh, ho

Now you going away in my car, girl, you can have the crib
But won't you give me back my kids
How am I supposed to live?
Oh baby, without love, without love, babe
She given me

My life, all my life, I'd thought we'd live forever
Said we'd be together
And you would never, never, never, never, never
Never, never, ever, ever, leave, me

Take my
Heart, crib, cars, kids, love, life, souls from me
My cars, heart, crib, kids, my kids and now
You would never, never, never leave me

Oh, no, oh oh, so oh
Why? How could you
Ah, You took everything

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Tell It To The Kids - Lyrics - Bis

Title: Tell It To The Kids
Artist: Bis
Composer(s): Steven Clark, Amanda Mackinnon, John Clark

Lyric:
Giving the show to children of all ages
The proveyors of the finest in Teen-C power
Girls and boys, ladies and gentlemen
I give you the pop group, bis

Sci-fi Steven, a secret vampire by night
Ears and eyes always on the lookout
For conspiracies against the Teen-C nation
Lives by the ethic, 'Keep your friends close but your enemies closer'

Manda Rin, seeker of the truth
Hair clips and screams used as deadly weapons
Childlike appearance used as decoy
A warning to all saboteurs, 'be fooled and be dead'

John disco, all hail the disco king
Gaze in wonderment at his skanking ability, but don't stare too long
His disco feet can hypnotize
Hear him say, 'Travolta ain't got nothin' on me'

And now coming through the airwaves into your home
Introducing the new transistor heroes

Tell it to the kids, tell it to the kids

Hey you fascist man, working on your master plan
We know what we saw, won't let you do more
Hey you homophobe, life without your frontal lobe
Your prejudice lies while innocent die

Hey you it's the sound, in your head goes round and round
You want it some more, your life is a bore
Hey you don't be scared, bis are here and we don't care
We'll expose the lies it's the defense for the kids

No use running now, we know what you did
We're gonna tell it to the kids, tell it to the kids
Gonna get you now, 'cuz that's now it is
We're gonna tell it to the kids, tell it to the kids

Hey you poison pen, no use trying to pretend
You think your the best, now here's the prole press
Hey you businessman, getting as much as you can
We wanted the truth, we still want our youth

Hey you backstabber, we know who and where you are
You let down the kids, yes that's what you did
Hey you listen out, teen-c nation gives the shout
Retain the youth it's the defense for the kids

No use running

Oh, oh, oh, oh fighting for the nation's youth
So, so, so, so, we can find out all the truth
No, no, no, no, no use hiding what you did
Oh, oh, oh, oh, we are gonna tell it to the1 2 kids

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Strugglin' - Lyrics - Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z. - 2pac

Title: Strugglin'
Album: Strictly For My N.I.G.G.A.Z.
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Stretch Tupac Shakur, Majest

Lyric:
Eat a dick up

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Strugglin', jugglin', got it to the black man
Eatin' the scams like I was motherfuckin' Pac Man
Cops step off, you know the flavor
They fear the ruffneck niggaz with the lunatic behavior

And now we gotta eat, gotta make ends meet
Stabbin' for a fee, it gets hard on the fuckin' streets
It's like a madness, fuck making gravy
I rhyme and do crimes, 'cuz either way pays me

A little rough with a hardcore, theme
Couldn't rough something rougher in your, dreams
Mad rugged so you know we're gonna, rip
With that roughneck nigga named 2Pacalypse

Representing YG'z yo
Flip Stretch Homicide and my nigga Gambino
Seek and Po can't forget Money Bags
Stickin' up spots and jumpin' in Jags

Gotta get ahead and always stay bumblin'
And always keep a hand on the gat
'Cuz a niggaz straight strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

I used to be on tour, but now I'm sick of strugglin'
I thought about bumpin', but mother-fuck jugglin'
I know it lasts longer, gets my pockets thicker
But I'd rather use my gun 'cuz I get the money quicker, so bust it

Look as I cut the records hard to eject
A quick clip threw my body down uhh, it's another hit
I got energy to blast now you want the task here
'Cuz of the light a motherfucker shot that ass up

But rugged and rough is how I'm steppin'
Mac is the weapon, and it's always kept in
Eye on the Mac 'cuz the dogg got it goin' on
If you come up steppin' you'll be lit like a hick

So you better chill, 'cuz I got too much money to get
A street thug in the motherfuckin' house, I'm strugglin'
Get drunk but I don't think
I'm just in it for the money, don't be a punk snitch

When I yank up my gun, don't run don't bitch
'Cuz ya know if you do, you'll be layin' in a ditch
You'll get your stupid ass blown out the frame
'Cuz I'm playing to win, and survive in the game, I'm strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Big up, big up, got him in the frame, bang
Ain't nothin' changed set it off I let the brains hang
Guess who's back, to put niggaz on they back
Till I call back, niggaz runnin' free better fall back

I'm fifty niggaz deep beat sleep
With a Mossberg wrapped in my seats
Three deep in my Jeep chief run with the Young Gunz
Strugglin' and strivin', that's how the dough come

Now get gunned by the one with the gun for the low goal
Throw a bolo so low when I flow yo
Much too high to read the signs, I'm blind
Clickin' on the nine, out to get mine

I go big up, big up, gotta make the room, boom
Blowin' motherfuckers to the moon
Niggaz need to feel me a real G, home from the bumblin'
See me on the block, strugglin'

And rollin' with the roughnecks nuff checks cashed
I get in niggaz ass, blast
Straight strugglin'

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money

Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
Stick up, stick up, stick up kids
Still don't nothin' move but the money
...

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Slum Kids - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Slum Kids
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
We're just slum kids, and we know it
And we never stood a chance
We were dragged up from the gutter
From the wrong side of the tracks

So how dare you criticize?
When you don't know what it's like
To be dragged up from the gutter
From the wrong side of the tracks

Why do rich kids get all the breaks
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, Lord, there's so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance

Look at all the slum kids all around you
Oh, we never stood a chance
We were dragged up from the gutter
From the wrong side of the tracks

Why do rich kids get all the breaks
While the poor slum kids have to work, sweat, struggle and slave?
Why, Lord, there's so much injustice in this world?
Slum kids never stand a chance

Look at all the slum kids all around you
Oh, we never stood a chance
We were dragged up from the gutter, yeah
From the wrong side of the tracks

So how dare you criticize?
When you don't know what it's like
To be dragged up from the gutter
From the wrong side of the tracks

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Going Strong - Lyrics - Curse Of A Fallen Soul - Dropkick Murphys

Title: Going Strong
Album: Curse Of A Fallen Soul
Artist: Dropkick Murphys
Composer(s): Rick Barton, Mathew Edward Kelly, Kenneth William Casey

Lyric:
Well, there's a brand new century about to begin
And the kids of the 90's are paving the path
For the youth of America, free at last
From the violence and destruction that destroyed our name
Whenever there was trouble we took the blame
But now our scene is alive
With a new generation of American kids

We work hard now lets enjoy the fruits of what we've done
Tomorrow may never come
The kids on the street will have their say now, because

We've had enough of these negative comparisons
It's a new breed of kids
Brought together by a movement and a sense of tradition
Only strong will survive
And together our backs can never be broken
'Cause now our scene's alive
With a new generation of American kids

We work hard now lets enjoy the fruits of what we've done
Tomorrow may never come
The kids on the street will have their say now, because

You gotta live for today
The kids on the street'll have their say and this is our way
Lets show 'em the world what we've become
Because I live for today
Kids on the street'll have their say and this is our way
Lets show them the world what we've become

We work hard now lets enjoy the fruits of what we've done
Tomorrow may never come
The kids on the street will have their say now, because

You gotta live for today
The kids on the street'll have their say and this is our way
Lets show them the world what we've become
Because I live for today
The kids on the street'll have their say and this is our way
Well, well going strong

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The Kids Are Alright - Lyrics - Keith Moon

Title: The Kids Are Alright
Artist: Keith Moon
Composer(s): Peter Townshend

Lyric:
I don't mind other guys dancing with my girl
That's fine, I know 'em all pretty well

But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
Better leave her behind where the kids are alright
The kids are alright

Sometimes, I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away

But I know if I don't I'll go out of my mind
Better leave her behind where the kids are alright

I don't mind, other guys dancing with my girl
That's fine, I know 'em all pretty well

But I know sometimes I must get out in the light
Better leave her behind where the kids are alright
The kids are alright

Sometimes I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away

And I know if I don't I'll go out of my mind
Better leave her behind where the kids are alright
The kids are alright, the kids are alright, the kids are alright

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Thank God For Kids - Lyrics - All I Want For Christmas Is A Real Good Tan - Kenny Chesney

Title: Thank God For Kids
Album: All I Want For Christmas Is A Real Good Tan
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): E Raven

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Lyric:
If it weren't for kids have you ever thought
There wouldn't be no Santa Clause
Look what the store just brought
Thank God for kids

And we'd all live in a quiet house
Without big bird or a Mickey Mouse
And cool-aid on the couch
Thank God for kids

Thank God for kids there's magic for a while
A special kind of sunshine in a smile
Do you ever stop to think or wonder why?
The nearest thing to heaven is a child

Daddy how does this thing fly?
And a hundred other where's and why's
You really don't know but you try
Thank God for kids

When you look down in those trustin' eyes
That look to you, you realize
It's love that you can't buy
Thank God for kids

Thank God for kids there's magic for a while
A special kind of sunshine in a smile
Do you ever stop to think or wonder why?
The nearest thing to heaven is a child

And when you get down on your knees tonight
To thank the Lord for his guiding light
And pray they turn out right
Thank God for kids

Thank God for kids

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The Kids Are Alright - Lyrics - Darrin's Coconut Ass (Live) - Goldfinger

Title: The Kids Are Alright
Album: Darrin's Coconut Ass (Live)
Artist: Goldfinger
Composer(s): Peter Townshend

Lyric:
Let's try, Kids Are Alright

I don't mind for the guy dancing with my girl
Bells chime, I know them all pretty well
But I know if I don't I'll go out of my mind
So I leave her behind where the kids are alright
The kids are alright

Sometimes I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
But I know if I don't I'll go out of my mind
So I leave her behind where the kids are alright
The kids are alright

I know if I'd go things'd be a lot better for her
I tried so hard but her folks wouldn't let her

Sometimes I feel I gotta get away
Bells chime, I know I gotta get away
But I know if I don't I'll go out of my mind
So I leave her behind where the kids are alright
The kids are alright, the kids are alright, the kids are alright

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Kids With Guns (Hot Chip Remix) - Lyrics - D-Sides - Gorillaz

Title: Kids With Guns (Hot Chip Remix)
Album: D-Sides
Artist: Gorillaz
Composer(s): Damon Albarn, Brian Burton, Jamie Hewlett

Lyric:
Kids with guns, kids with guns
Taking over but it won't be long
They mesmerized, skeletons
Kids with guns, kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it
They got something to say no to

Drinking out
(Push it real, push it)
Pacifier
(Push it real, push it)
Vitamin souls
(Push it real, push it)
The street desire
(Push it real, push it)
Doesn't make sense to
(Push it real, push it)
But it won't be long
(Push it real, push it)

Kids with guns, kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it
They got something to say no to

And they're turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire turning us into monsters
It's all desire, it's all desire, it's all desire

Drinking out
Pacifier
Sinking soul
Where you are
Doesn't make sense to
But it won't be long

'Cause kids with guns, kids with guns
Easy does it, easy does it
They got something to say no to

And they're turning us into monsters
Turning us into fire, turning us into monsters
It's all desire, it's all desire, it's all desire

Push it real, push it, push it
Push it real, push it, push it
Push it real, push it, push it
Push it real, push it, push it
Push it real, push it, push it

Push it, push it real, push it

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