Knock On Wood - Lyrics - Michael Bolton

Title: Knock On Wood
Artist: Michael Bolton
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd, Steve Cropper

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Lyric:
I don't wanna lose
This good thing that I got
If I do, I would surely, surely lose a lot
'Cause your love is better than any love I know

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
Think I'll better knock on wood, baby
I better knock

I'm not superstitious about you
I can't take no chance
Got me spinning, spinning, baby
Baby, I'm in a trance
'Cause your love is better than any love I know

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood, baby
I better knock, baby

Ain't no secret, that woman
Filled my lovin' cup
She sees to it that I get enough
Just one touch is better
You know it means so much

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I'll better knock on wood, baby
Better knock, baby

I think I'll better knock, knock
(Knock, knock)
Knock on wood
Got to knock, knock
(Knock, knock)
Knock on wood

I'll better knock
(Knock, knock)
Knock on wood
Got to knock
(Knock, knock)
To knock on wood

I'll better knock, knock
(Knock, knock)
Knock on wood
Got to knock, knock
(Knock, knock)
To knock on wood

I got to knock, to knock
(Knock, knock)
Better knock on wood
(Knock, knock)
(Knock on wood)

I got to knock, knock
Knock on wood
Better knock, knock
(Knock, knock)
Knock on wood

Knock, knock
(Knock, knock)
Knock on wood
(Knock, knock)
(Knock on wood)

(Knock, knock)
(Knock on wood)
(Knock, knock)
(Knock on wood)

(Knock, knock)
(Knock on wood)
(Knock, knock)
(Knock on wood)

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Knock On Wood - Lyrics - David Bowie

Title: Knock On Wood
Artist: David Bowie
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd, Steve Cropper

Lyric:
I don't wanna lose the good thing that I've got
For if I have do, I will surely, I will lose a lot
For your love is better than any other love other I've known

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood, baby

I got superstitious about you but I can't take a chance
You got me spinning, baby, spinning in a trance
But your love is better than any other love I've known

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock on wood, yeah

It's no secret but that woman fills my lovin' cup
Thus she sees to it that I get enough
And her love is better than any other love I've known

It's like thunder
It's like lightning, yeah
The way you love me is frightening
I better knock on wood

Baby, oh yeah
I better knock, knock, knock
(Yes, you better knock, knock, knock on wood)
I better knock, knock, knock
(Yes, you better knock, knock, knock on wood)

Oh, knock, knock wood
(Yes, you better knock, knock, knock on wood)
You know that I would [Incomprehensible], alright
(Yes, you better knock, knock, knock on wood)

It's no secret
(Yes, you better knock, knock, knock on wood)
No, oh, you better
(Yes, you better knock, knock, knock on wood)

Yeah that I've known
(Yes, you better knock, knock, knock on wood)
I can't leave her alone
Oh no, baby, knock on wood

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Knock On Wood - Lyrics - Amii Stewart

Title: Knock On Wood
Artist: Amii Stewart
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd, Steve Cropper

Lyric:
I don't want to lose you
This good thing that I got
'Cause if I do I will surely
Surely lose a lot

'Cause your love is better than any love I know
It's like thunder and lightning
The way you love me is frightening
You better knock, knock on wood, baby

I'm not superstitious about ya
But I can't take no chance
You got me spinnin', baby
You know I'm in a trance

'Cause your love is better than any love I know
It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightenin'
You better knock, knock, knock on wood, baby

Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock

It's no secret about it
'Cause with his lovin' touch
He sees to it
That I get enough

With his touch all over, you know it means so much
It's like thunder and lightnin'
The way you love me is frightenin'
You better knock, knock on wood, baby

Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood

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Knock On Wood - Lyrics - Eric Clapton

Title: Knock On Wood
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Eddie Floyd, Steve Cropper

Lyric:
I don't want to lose you
This good thing that I've got
If I do, I would surely, surely lose a lot
'Cause your love is better than any love I know

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
Think I'd better knock on wood, baby

I'm not superstitious about you
I can't take no chance
You got me spinning, baby
Baby, I'm in a trance
'Cause your love is better than any love I know

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
Think I'd better knock on wood, baby

Ain't no secret
That woman is my loving cup
She sees to it that I get it up
Just one touch from her
You know can do so much

It's like thunder, lightning
The way you love me is frightening
Think I'd better knock on wood, baby

Oh yeah, think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood
Think I better knock, knock, knock on wood

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Knock On Wood - Lyrics - Living Out Loud - Aaron Lines

Title: Knock On Wood
Album: Living Out Loud
Artist: Aaron Lines
Composer(s): Joel Feeney, Aaron Lines

Lyric:
Never been the kind of guy who walks around ladders
And I open up umbrellas when I'm inside
Well, black cats that crossed my path, they never mattered
But I've never had this much at stake
Don't want to lose her by tempting fate

So, I'm gonna knock on wood
Salt over my shoulder do anything to keep her love
'Cause it feels so good
Every time I hold her like I always dreamed it would
I think this could be forever
The two of us together knock on wood

Well, it's been two weeks and everything is coming up aces
But I've seen my luck come, and I've seen it go
And for the first time in my life, I'm not hesitating
I knew after just one dance, I wasn't leaving this up to chance

I'm gonna knock on wood
Salt over my shoulder, do anything to keep her love
'Cause it feels so good
Every time I hold her like I always dreamed it would
I think this could be forever
The two of us together knock on wood, yeah

Well, I've got my rabbit's foot around my neck
That old wishing well's got half my paycheck
Got a bag of four-leaf clovers anything to be her lover
Knock on wood, knock on wood

I'm gonna knock on wood
Salt over my shoulder do anything to keep her love
'Cause it feels so good
Every time I hold her like I always dreamed it would
I think this could be forever
The two of us together
I think this could be forever
The two of us together knock on wood, knock on wood

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Hollywood - Lyrics - Fleetwood Mac

Title: Hollywood
Artist: Fleetwood Mac
Composer(s): Christine Mcvie, Eddy Quintela

Lyric:
The bright lights of the city
Are starting to wear me down
And when I need you
You just can't be found

Loud days, endless nights
Are starting to make me crazy
And now you're gone
There's nothing left for me

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)

Wonderful to know you
Great to know you cared
As I look back
At the crazy things we've shared

I was dazzled by the moonlight
Blinded by neon nights
And as I look back
It never could be right

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)

Well, I was dazzled by the moonlight
Blinded by neon nights
And now I see
It never could be right

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)
Some other kind of town

(Hollywood)
I don't care for sunny weather
(Ain't that good)
I like the change of seasons better
(Knock on wood)
I love the feel of rain upon my face
(For Hollywood)

(Hollywood)
No and I don't care if the snow comes down
(Ain't that good)
Kick the falling leaves around
(Knock on wood)
Got to move to some other kind of town
(For Hollywood)
Some other kind of town

Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town
Some other kind of town

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The Impression That I Get - Lyrics - Mighty Mighty Bosstones

Title: The Impression That I Get
Artist: Mighty Mighty Bosstones
Composer(s): Joseph Gittleman, Dicky Barrett

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Lyric:
Have you ever been close to tragedy
Or been close to folks who have?
Have you ever felt a pain so powerful
So heavy you collapse?

I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if I could
It makes me wonder if

I've never had to knock on wood
And I'm glad, I haven't yet
Because I'm sure it isn't good
That's the impression that I get

Have you ever had the odds stacked up so high
You need a strength most don't possess?
Or has it ever come down to do or die?
You've got to rise above the rest

I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if I could
It makes me wonder if

I've never had to knock on wood
And I'm glad, I haven't yet
Because I'm sure it isn't good
That's the impression that I get

I'm not a coward
I've just never been tested
I'd like to think that if I was
I would pass

Look at the tested
And think there but for the grace go I
Might be a coward
I'm afraid of what I might find out

I've never had to knock on wood
But I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if I could
It makes me wonder if

I've never had to knock on wood
And I'm glad I haven't yet
Because I'm sure it isn't good
That's the impression that I get

I've never had to, but I better knock on wood
'Cos I know someone who has
Which makes me wonder if I could
It makes me wonder if

I've never had to, I better knock on wood
Because I'm sure it isn't good
And I'm glad I haven't yet
That's the impression that I get

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It'S Working - Lyrics - Mark Wills

Title: It'S Working
Artist: Mark Wills
Composer(s): Bob Regan, Max T Barnes

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Lyric:
She don't know how to work on her car
She just steps on the gas and it goes
Me, I'm no technician but a little knob twisting
Puts a song on my radio

And when it comes to love, we're a lot alike, she and I
We don't really know what we're doin'
But we're doin' something right
'Cause it's working

Working like a charm, working like a dream
Humming like a big well-oiled machine
Chugging right along, steady and strong and certain
So far, so good, baby knock on wood, it's working

Some folks tear a good love apart
Just to see what makes it tick
And sometimes when they put it back again
The pieces don't want to fit

That don't mean I don't ask every day
Honey, how we doin'?
'Cause I love to hear her say
It's working

Working like a charm, working like a dream
Humming like a big well-oiled machine
Chugging right along, steady and strong and certain
So far, so good, baby knock on wood, it's working

Chugging right along, steady and strong and certain
So far, so good, baby knock on wood

It's working like a charm, working like a dream
Humming like a big well-oiled machine
Chugging right along, steady and strong and certain
So far, so good, baby knock on wood, it's working

Working like a charm, working like a dream
Humming like a big well-oiled machine
Chugging right along, steady and strong and certain
So far, so good, baby knock on wood

It's working like a charm, like a dream
Humming like a big well-oiled machine
Chugging right along, steady and strong and certain
So far, so good, baby knock on wood, it's working

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So Far So Good - Lyrics - Sheena Easton

Title: So Far So Good
Artist: Sheena Easton
Composer(s): Tom Snow, Cynthia Weil

Lyric:
No way of knowin' where we're goin'
No way of tellin' what we've got
Love is attraction, calls for action, like it or not

We're no one-nighter, we're much righter
I taste tomorrow in your kiss
But I can't sell you, I won't tell you
That we can't miss, I'll just say this

So far so good, we've been movin' right along just like we should
So far so good, if it isn't love, it's still in the neighborhood
Knock on wood baby, so far so good

I tell you one thing, we got somethin'
Somethin' that's comin' from the heart
If we don't know it
I just know it could be a start

You take your chances with romances
Nobody gets a guarantee
We're much better than I ever thought we could be
So let's just see

So far so good, we've been movin' right along just like we should
So far so good, if it isn't love, it's still in the neighborhood
Knock on wood baby, so far so good

I'm not pullin' any punches
I'm not handin' you a line
I'm just tellin' you my hunch
Is all we need is a touch more time

So far so good, we've been movin' right along just like we should
So far so good, if it isn't love, it's still in the neighborhood
Knock on wood baby, so far so good

We've been movin' right along just like we should
So far so good, if it isn't love, it's still in the neighborhood
Knock on wood baby, so far so good

We've been movin' right along just like we should
So far so good, if it isn't love, it's still in the neighborhood

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Life Is Good - Lyrics - Everywhere We Go - Kenny Chesney

Title: Life Is Good
Album: Everywhere We Go
Artist: Kenny Chesney
Composer(s): Steve Bogard, Jeffrey David Stevens

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Lyric:
Darlin', if you think back
To the heartbroken past
Before we found each other
It's so amazing, it's almost crazy
What a difference lookin' through the eyes of love

Life is good, the grass is green
The good Lord, smilin' on you and me
Gonna knock on wood
Sweet sunshine everywhere I look
You love me like no one could, life is good

People stop me on the street
Thinkin' I'm the old me
Talkin' about the bad old days
But ever since you came along
Them old blues are long gone
I break into a grin and all that I can say is

Life is good, the grass is green
The good Lord, smilin' on you and me
Gonna knock on wood
Sweet sunshine everywhere I look
You love me like no one could, life is good

Someday girl, this old world will try to beat you up
Let 'em bring it on 'cause every time we touch

Life is good, the grass is green
The good Lord, smilin' on you and me
Gonna knock on wood
Sweet sunshine everywhere I look
You love me like no one could, life is good

Life is good, the grass is green
The good Lord, smilin' on you and me
Sweet sunshine everywhere I look
You love me like no one could, life is good
Life is good

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Wishing Well - Lyrics - Who I Am - Jessica Andrews

Title: Wishing Well
Album: Who I Am
Artist: Jessica Andrews
Composer(s): Phil Vassar, Annie Roboff

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Lyric:
Yeah

Here goes another day another hug and a kiss and we're on our way
A cup of coffee for the road and baby I can't wait to get back home
We juggle all our hopes and dreams with a million responsibilities
And now and then we drop the ball we lean sometimes but we never fall

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
And if it helps go throw a dollar in the wishing well

It ain't always laughs and smiles but the carousel just ain't our style
Roller coaster suits us fine, boy the ups and downs liven up the ride

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
And if it helps go throw a dollar in the wishing well

Let a hundred pennies fall
Splash and send up all our dreams to heaven

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
And if it helps go throw a dollar in the wishing

Go and throw another dollar in the wishing
Throw another dollar in the wishing well
In the wishing well, in the wishing well, in the wishing well

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Hit It - Lyrics - Big Dog Daddy - Toby Keith

Title: Hit It
Album: Big Dog Daddy
Artist: Toby Keith
Composer(s): Toby Keith, Craig Wiseman

Lyric:
C?mon, there?s a gentleman down in Lynchburg
On the south side of Tennessee
He started cookin' that home made whiskey
Had his own little recipe

Now, his name?s on a million labels
You can see it on a billboard sign
Got a lot of good ol? buddies
But Jack Daniels is a friend of mine

Got to hit it, get it while the gettin?s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can?t quit it, wouldn?t if I could
Sure beats sittin' around, knock, knock, knockin' on wood

Get with it, while your bidin? your time
Playin? that ready or not
I?m gonna take my shot
Pop, gonna hit it, hit it

She was standin' behind the eight ball
Lookin' like trouble in a short skirt
Hell on heels about year tall
Makin' it work, makin' it work

The money was on the table
My eyes were out of the socket
She caught me bent down in front of the ball
Shot the eight ball in the corner pocket

Hit it, get it while the gettin?s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can?t quit it, wouldn?t if I could
Sure ain?t sittin' here, knock, knock, knockin' on wood

Get with it, while your bidin? your time
Playin? that ready or not
I?m gonna take my shot
Pop, gonna hit it

Gonna hit it, yeah

Got a pool shark honey and a pocket full of money
And a bottle of ole? JD
You can jump on the bus and party with us
But if your runnin' with me, runnin' with me

Hit it, get it while the getting?s good
Kick the tires and pop that hood
I can?t quit it, wouldn?t if I could
Sure beats sittin' around, knock, knock, knockin' on wood

Get with it, while your bidin? your time
Playin? that ready or not
I?m gonna take my shot
Pop, gonna hit it, yeah, I?m gonna hit it, ooh

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Wishing Well - Lyrics - Jo Dee Messina

Title: Wishing Well
Artist: Jo Dee Messina
Composer(s): Phil Vassar, Annie Roboff

Lyric:
Hey, ooh

Here goes another day, a hug and a kiss
And we're on our way
A cup of coffee for the road
Baby, I can't wait to get back home

We juggle all our hopes dreams
With a million responsibilities
Now and then we drop the ball
We lean sometimes but we never fall

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good, cross your fingers, knock on wood, and pray
And if it helps go and throw a dollar in the wishing well

It ain't always laughs and smiles
But the carousel just ain't our style
The roller coaster suits us fine
Boy the ups and downs livin' up the ride

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good, cross your fingers, knock on wood, and pray
Oh, and if it helps go and throw a dollar in the wishing well

Oh, let a hundred pennies fall
Splash and send up all our dreams to heaven, oh, oh

Look at me, look at you, look at all that we've been through
With a lot of love and a little luck
So far it's been so good, cross your fingers, knock on wood and pray
Oh, and if it helps, throw a dollar in the wishing

Throw another dollar in the wishing, throw a dollar in the wishing well
Oh, oh, in the wishing well, oh
(Wishing well)
Hey

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Compton Compton - Lyrics - Untold Story - Game

Title: Compton Compton
Album: Untold Story
Artist: Game
Composer(s): Joseph Tom, Jayceon Taylor

Lyric:
Gangsta gangsta yeah
Shit I'm livin' gangsta gangsta shit, yeah

I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel

Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel

Walk with me through the ghetto where the packs get sold
And them niggaz sellin' the work ain't half as old
as the fiends and the hippies, same ones smokin' since the 60's
Everybody yellin' gimme, gimme

Every nigga in the hood, one hand on his jimmy
Other hand grip the semi, c'mon walk with me
Every ten houses, one got 'caine for sale
And I give you a dope track like my name Pharell

And you can get that stainless steel
Walk in my Chuck Taylors for a day, if you think it ain't f'real
When I buy rocks homey baguettes on my ring
And only neighborhood watch is my Tecno Marine

Keep a Mac on the block, I ain't talkin' 'bout Beans
QB in the hood and I'm far from Queens
The boys in the hood is always hard
So come through and get smoked like a Cuban cigar

I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel

Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel

I'm from Compton, Compton, a block from hell
And you can come get a bird for eleven
And we ain't got a penny for the reverend, a dime for a witness
Only church's in the hood sell chicken

Every nigga in the hood sell chickens move work like city buses
You fuckin' with the Hub City Hustler
The vans on the block won't touch us, the streets my home
So I move weight on the block like I'm Moses Malone

Bring the guns anywhere I roam, go with the chrome
And I hit all my shots, like I'm in the A.I. zone
And mob like Al Capone through N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up

In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14 year olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We ball up subpoenas, take niggaz to the cleaners
And you know what I'm talkin' about if y'all seen where

I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel

Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel

We drug dealin', but niggaz is squealin' fuck you rats
What more can I say, just kill 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this understood?

We drug dealin', but niggaz is squealin' fuck you rats
What more can I say, just kill 'em
Fuck 'em, the gun bust 'em, we just knock on wood
Now is this understood?

I mostly George when I whip, my supply is good
The man behind the bricks, I'm supplyin' the hood
Catch bodies like Pistol Pete passes on the wood
Benz parked by the fence, brick stashed in the hood

Top work by the inch, I bag it, it's gone
Ask Quik, we rock more than microphones
Some niggaz ball, some niggaz do what we do
And other niggaz sing for Cash Money like TQ

The block will heat and sink you hey dude
Cali ain't all palm trees, purple haze and sea dude
Lose your life tryin' to get these jewels
I keep the 40 cal wrapped in chrome like R2-D2

I'm from Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill
Rob and steal, my niggaz will peel at will
For real they real, niggaz gon' feel this steel

Compton, Compton, Murderville
You heard these niggaz is gangsters, and they kill

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Love Goes On - Lyrics - Shedaisy

Title: Love Goes On
Artist: Shedaisy
Composer(s): Jason Deere, Kristyn Osborn

Lyric:
When I said, "I love you baby", you said, "Knock on wood"
I'm afraid I knocked harder than I probably should
Those mockingbird words got away from me
Wish I could take them back, yeah

I wonder how you've been since we kissed goodbye
'Cause the grass ain't any greener here on my side
I thought the broken pieces would all blow away
When the season changed but nothing's changed

The alarm still rings at five-fifteen, the day goes off like the rifle
Mrs. Jones next door is still extreme, goes on and on about the Bible
What comes around still goes around, sun comes up, sun goes down
And love goes on, yeah, love goes on when you're gone

If we ran into each other, wonder what I'd say
Baby, please come home or, looks like rain today
Heard you're moving to Denver, no, I'd never have guessed
Or would I just confess

The alarm still rings at five-fifteen, the day goes off like the rifle
Mrs. Jones next door is still extreme, goes on and on about the Bible
What comes around still goes around, sun comes up, sun goes down
And love goes on, yeah, love goes on when you're gone

It's an ache in the bones, it's a ghost in the trees
It's the one little tear that could fill up the sea
I happened to you, you happened to me, now that's gone
Love goes on, on and on and on
On and on and on

The alarm still rings at five-fifteen, the day goes off like the rifle
Mrs. Jones next door, she's still extreme, goes on and on about the Bible
What comes around still goes around, sun comes up, sun goes down
And love goes on, yeah, love goes on, I say, "Love goes on"
Love goes on when you're gone

Yeah, when you're gone
Yeah yeah, when you're gone
Oh, when you're gone
Yeah, when you're gone
Yeah yeah

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Holidae In - Lyrics - Jackpot - Chingy

Title: Holidae In
Album: Jackpot
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Christopher Bridges, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me up said it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor, there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way, let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?

Now I'm on Highway 270 the Natural Bridge road
I'm already blowed, get thurr I'm a get blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Vallet look like he in the game and must be winning

To room 490 I'm headed on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like, "Wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said, "Ain't you that boy that be on B.E.T?"

Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling
Knock on the door, I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face!
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste

There's some pretty girls in here, I heard em whispering
Talking about, "That's that dude that sing, 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk, talk, I ain't come to sit, sit
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon' hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Ma, showed up, "Hey, what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping

Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, actin' silly
The girl said, "Can I be in yo video", I'm like, "Yeah! Oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen

Handled that, told ol' G, bring the camera
Then I thought about, no footage as I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin' like they from an island

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, kaboom! Baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands jiggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender bittles

Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little, "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat but these balls are not whiffle

Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
Fo shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle

Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae Inn

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin, at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae Inn
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, disturbing the peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes

Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae Inn
Bring a gang of that Hen, some D S O P
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky

And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking 'bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah, we ain't doing nothing but chillin'

We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you

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Holiday Inn - Lyrics - Funeral - Chingy

Title: Holiday Inn
Album: Funeral
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Alonso Lee, Howard Bailey, Christopher Bridges, Shamar Daugherty

Lyric:
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh, you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma, I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me up, said it's a hotel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?

Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning

To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like wassup
I told 'em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said, "Ain't you that boy that be on B E T?"

Ya that's me, ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste

There's some pretty girls in here, I heard 'em whispering
Talking 'bout, "That's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk, I ain't come to sit
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Ma showed up like, "What's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin'
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping

Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said, "Can I be in yo video", I'm like, "Yeah, oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen

Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about it, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin' like they from an island

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, kaboom, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles

Doctor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little D and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle

Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For sizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle

Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin'?)
Nothing chillin' at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?)
Me and my peeps, won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?)
Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, disturbing tha peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes

Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some D S O P
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky

And we gone do the damn thing, now what I'm talking 'bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin'
We chillin' and nuttin'

Know what I'm talking 'bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa sizzle
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you

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Dead In Hollywood - Lyrics - Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls - Murderdolls

Title: Dead In Hollywood
Album: Beyond The Valley Of The Murderdolls
Artist: Murderdolls
Composer(s): Nathan J Jordison, Joseph Poole

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Lyric:
Hey Frankenstein, what's on your mind?
Hey Dracula, I heard you suck
Now Vincent Price, was Dr. Phibes
Come steal my brain Fritz
And take it to Dr. Frankenstein

Well you can knock on that wood
But it won't do you no good
'Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood

Hey Norman Bates, how are your rates?
Hey Leatherface remove my face
Hey tall man just take my hand
And lead me to your red planet

Well you can knock on that wood
But it won't do you no good
'Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood

You're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood

D E A D that's how I wanna be

Well you can knock on that wood
But it won't do you no good
'Cause all of my heroes are dead in Hollywood

You're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood
Dead, you're so dead in
Dead in Hollywood



You're dead in Hollywood
You're dead in Hollywood

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(Outro) - Lyrics - Powerballin' - Chingy

Title: (Outro)
Album: Powerballin'
Artist: Chingy
Composer(s): Howard Bailey

Lyric:
Bomb ass pussy
Ma ooh you got that bomb, know you got it
Ma ooh, you got some bomb ass pussy
Ma I know you got that bomb bomb pussy

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Peeps call me upphone ringsaid it's a ho-tel party
Just bring the liquor there's already eight shawties
I'm on my way (way) let me stop by the store
Get a 12 pack of Corona, plus an ounce of 'dro, ya know?
Now I'm on Highway 2-7 need a natural graze road
I'm already blowed, hit third I'm a be be blowed some mo'
Pulled up, stop parked, rims still spinning
Valet look like he in the game and must be winning
To room 490 I'm headed, on my way up
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup"
I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B
One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?"
"Ya that's me, Ching-a-ling equipped wit much ding-a-ling"
Knock on the door I'm on the scene of things
Busted in, Henny bottle to the face
Fuck it then, feel like my head a toxic waste
There's some pretty girls in herre, I heard em whispering
Talking bout "that's that dude that sing 'Right Thurr' he glistening"
I ain't come to talk (talk) I ain't come to sit (sit)
What I came for was to find out who I'm gon hit, aww shit

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Ma showed up like "what's the hold up?"
Man know what get them wraps and roll up
I took a chick in the bathroom seeing what's poppin
You know what's on my mind, shirts off and panties dropping
Niggaz knocking on the door drunk, and silly
The girl said "can I be in yo video" I'm like "yeah!", "oh really?"
Now she naked strip teasing, me I'm just cheesing
She gave me a reason to be a damn heathen
Handled that, told ol' G, bring tha camera
Then I thought about, no footage while I ram her
Walked out the bathroom smiling, cats still whiling
Sharing the next room wit some girls lookin like they from an island

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Stop, drop, KABOOM!, baby rub on ya nipples
Some call me Ludacris, some call me Mr. Wiggles
Far from little, make ya mammary glands giggle
Got 'em under control, the bowl of tender biddles
Doc-tor giggles, I can't stop until it tickles
Just play a little "D" and I'll make ya mouth dribble
Bits and Kibbles, got 'em all after the pickle
I swing it like a bat, but these balls are not whiffle
Hit 'em in triples, wit no strikes, stripes, or whistles
I ain't felt this good, since my wood lived off a thistle
Sippin' some ripple, I got quarters, dimes, and nickels
For shizzle dizzle, I'm on a track with the Big Snoop Dizzle
Let the Henny trickle, down the beat, wit a ghetto tempo
I done blazed the instrumental, laid it plain and simple
Getting brain in the rental, I done did it again
My eyes chinky, I'm wit Chingy, at the Holidae In

(Whachu doin?) Nothing chillin at the Holidae In
(Who you wit?) Me and my peeps won't you bring four of your friends
(What we gon' do?) Feel on each other and sip on some Hen
One thing leading to another let the party begin

Yeah, let the party begin, bitch
Ching-a-ling Ling, all the way in St. Louis
My nigga Chingy, Disturbing Tha Peace
Luda, Luda, going hard on you hoes
Yeah bitch, bring four of ya friends
Meet me at the Holidae In
Bring a gang of that Hen, some DSOP
Oh wee, and light that sticky icky
And we gone do the damn thing
Now what I'm talking bout
We gon' disturb the peace right now
Yeah we ain't doing nothing but chillin
We chillin' and nuttin'
Know what I'm talking bout, so push the button
You know what's happenin', fa shizzle, uh huh
Yeah bitch, trying to run from this pimpin'
You can't out run the pimpin' bitch, I done told you

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It'S On - Lyrics - Dmx

Title: It'S On
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Earl Simmons, Johnny Wilder, Ernesto Shaw

Lyric:
Ugh DMX
Clueminati
Is y'all motherfuckers ready for the Ruff Ride
Grrr

When I speak I'm understood, my decision is wood
I see what I'm able to see, 'cuz my vision is good
It's like I see through the eyes of a wise old man
So I chill, knowin' I can kill this guy's whole fam

Sometimes better to be thought dumb and remain silent
Than to open your mouth and remove all doubt 'cuz if it came violent
See I'm gonna give it to you straight, so you don't ask anymore
You don't really want what you asking me for

It's a war, and nigga, when it's on it's on
Doin' wrong till I'm gone and I ain't got long
(What)
But while I'm here, y'all niggaz gonna burn
Peep how I finished money and y'all niggaz gonna learn
(What)

All fucking week you've been talking about that drive-by
And ain't did nothing but drive by
Listen shorty I'm telling you this for your own good
Everybody is the man in they own hood, for real

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

I always keep my enemies the closest
Always make sure I know where the toast is
Always cover my tracks when I creep
Always get away when I'm done to relax, shit is deep

I always know the rules of the game before I play
And always keep enough dough to know I'm good for the day
I always walk my dogs off the leash and
Always get my thoughts off the streets and

Always remember lend a hand then borrow
And always no matter what plan for tomorrow
I always pay my respects to the dead
I always take at least one blunt to the head

Now always know which bitches is gonna end up getting fucked
And always know which niggas is gonna end up getting stuck
I'm always strapped, I've always packed
I've always rapped, it's always that
Always black

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Never try to knock off rock on the block that ain't yours
Never take a man's life 'cuz you hate yours
Never become so involved with something that it blinds you
Never forget where you from someone will remind you

Never take for granted what's been given as a gift
And never sleep on a nigga, less that nigga stiff
Never turn your back on a nigga you don't trust
Never turn your gat on a nigga and don't bust

Never expect to get away with the same shit, more than twice
Never forget you could get it too for a price
Never bring it to a nigga, if you scared to die
Never gonna do it nigga, if you scared to try

Never gonna be another day it gets dark, nigga
Never get it fucked up, that shit here, for the heart nigga
Never say never, 'cuz I never thought this clever thought never
Ever caught better, getting cheddar, with three letters, DMX

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone
Yeah, 'cuz if it's on it's on
Bitch niggas keep frontin' then your ass is gone

Uhh DMX
Clueminati
9-8
Ruff Ryder's, motherfucker

Y'all niggaz don't know, how it's gonna go, for real
It's dark and hell is hot
Y O motherfucker
School street

Home of the brave we all here baby
Mundo telemundo
Uh grrr
My niggas

D what?
Bitch
We all here baby
Uh
Gever [unverified], Gever [unverified], Gever [unverified]

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