Knock Yourself Out - Lyrics - Kiss Tha Game Goodbye - Jadakiss

Title: Knock Yourself Out
Album: Kiss Tha Game Goodbye
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Jason T Phillips, Pharrell Williams

Lyric:
Uh huh, you know where I'm takin' this
I'm takin' it right there, they leave me no choice
Aow! Uh, uh, oh

She said she was a model for a year and a half
And if she took her pins out
Then her hair would drop down to her calf
I knew her man, he was just up north
And would've got left up north but he was the chef up North

Anyway I'm K I double
All I do is get dough, spit flows, try to stay out of trouble
If you ready we could move, just lose your man
Or hit the dance floor, I'll show you how to do my dance

Or I might let you play in the garden
Or sit up in that white thing and listen to the greatest of Marvin
The estate got six locations
Take so long to get to the front once I missed probation

And I hate to brag, I know ya man
Really wouldn't like the Beretta but he'd hate the Mag
And yeah here go a blank check, rock yourself out
But in the mean time girl, knock yourself out

Oh you modelin' momma?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down?
(Knock yourself out)
Oh you ready to move?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna sit in the Coupe?
(Knock yourself out)

Wanna keep on dancin'?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna run in my mansion?
(Knock yourself out)
Sit in VIP?
(Knock yourself out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen
(Knock yourself out)

Now you can knock yourself out like you boxin' yourself
Or you can get real freaky start poppin' yourself
And my watch got so many rocks, when you look at the time
It's sorta like you watchin' yourself, uhh

Front if you want, I puff a few blunts
And take a cruise in a Porsche wit the trunk in the front
She had the Jocko B'sure sandals, told her hop in
The Coupe blew her mind when she couldn't find the door handles

Attitude very high maintence, check this out ma
I'm runnin' out of my patience
Don't sleep wit me? Then don't speak wit me
And neva talk bad 'bout niggaz that eat wit me

Oh you modelin' momma?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down?
(Knock yourself out)
Oh you ready to move?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna sit in the Coupe?
(Knock yourself out)

Wanna keep on dancin'?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna run in my mansion?
(Knock yourself out)
Sit in VIP?
(Knock yourself out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen
(Knock yourself out)

Aiyyo, honey know I'm waitin' to leave
Keep dancin', 'cause I like how that ass shake in them capris
I'm like Big wit the murder mamis up in Belize
But I'll still fuck a chickenhead like Lil' Cease

I don't care if they model, bet they all gon' chill
First nigga to cook base on a foreman grill
And you might win some, but you just lost one
Kiss miseducates 'em like Lauryn Hill

Oh you modelin' momma?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down?
(Knock yourself out)
Oh you ready to move?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna sit in the Coupe?
(Knock yourself out)

Wanna keep on dancin'?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna run in my mansion?
(Knock yourself out)
Sit in VIP?
(Knock yourself out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen
(Knock yourself out)

Oh you modelin' momma?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna let ya hair down?
(Knock yourself out)
Oh you ready to move?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna sit in the Coupe?
(Knock yourself out)

Wanna keep on dancin'?
(Knock yourself out)
Wanna run in my mansion?
(Knock yourself out)
Sit in VIP?
(Knock yourself out)
Bitch you just wanna be seen
(Knock yourself out)

Oh you modelin' momma?
(Knock yourself out, knock yourself out)
Oh you ready to move?
(Knock yourself out, knock yourself out)
Wanna keep on dancin'?
(Knock yourself out, knock yourself out)

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Boom Boom Boom - Lyrics - B5

Title: Boom Boom Boom
Artist: B5
Composer(s): Mishcke Butler, Vito Colapietro, Neely Dinkins

Lyric:
It was a

So incredible like can't hardly tell ya
How good that view was like
She was pretty in the face
But when she walked away
Make you love to say goodbye

Mami got that big ol' personality
Can't ever out shine that body
She can be my girl
Me and her
That's, that's, that's wassup
(That's wasup)

Baby, go boom boom boom
Baby girl
I like the way you work them curves
Ohh

Know you knock, knock, knock me out
That's her
(That's her)
That's her

Baby, go boom boom boom
Oh my word
You make me go and lose my nerve
Ohh
Girl, you knock, knock, knock me out
You a problem baby

She's an eleven outta ten
Loves how she wear 'em well
Trues just right
She knows it and she shows it
By the look in her eyes

Mami got that big ol' personality
(Personality)
Can't ever outshine that body
She can be my girl
(Girl)
Me and her
That's, that's, that's wassup
(That's wasup)

Baby, go boom boom boom
Baby girl
I like the way you work them curves
Ohh

Know you knock, knock, knock me out
That's her
(That's her)
That's her

Baby, go boom boom boom
Oh my word
You make me go and lose my nerve
(Ohh)
Ohh
Girl, you knock, knock, knock me out
You a problem baby

Now baby, look here, what you workin' wit
But I can't, can't even concentrate
On anything but you
Make me wanna trade the one I'm with
Every time you go
(Boom boom)

Look here, what you workin' wit
But yeah, you know you had me from the jump
Why you do me like that, girl?
You gotta know that you ain't even playin' fair
When you go

Baby, go boom boom boom
Baby girl
I like the way you work them curves
Ohh

Know you knock, knock, knock me out
That's her
(That's her)
That's her

Baby, go boom boom boom
Oh my word
You make me go and lose my nerve
(Ohh)
Ohh
Girl, you knock, knock, knock me out
You a problem baby

Baby, go boom boom boom
Baby girl
I like the way you work them curves
Ohh

Know you knock, knock, knock me out
That's her
(That's her)
That's her

Baby, go boom boom boom
Oh my word
You make me go and lose my nerve
(And you know, girl)

Girl, you knock, knock, knock me out
(Knock, knock, knock me out)
Hey, hey
Hey-y-y

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Children'S Story - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Children'S Story
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Shawn Jones, Dante Smith

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Lyric:
And then Jackie Chan just started kickin' 'em
Like pow, pow, pow
Wha?
Alright y'all, alright y'all enough of that
It's time to go to bed y'all
Time to go to bed , I don't wanna hear that
You know what time it is, you know what time it is
Uncle Mos?
Yes
Would you read us a bedtime story please?
Okay, okay, y'all tucked in?
Yes
Here we go

Once upon a time not long ago
When people wore Adidas and lived life slow
When laws were stern and justice stood
And people was behavin' like Hip-Hop was good
There lived a little boy who was misled
By a little shatan and this is what he said
"Me and you kid we gonna make some cash
Jackin' old beats and makin' the dash"
They jacked the beats, money came wit' ease
But son, he couldn't stop, it's like he had a disease
He jacked another and another, Michael Jackson, Stevie Wonder
Set some R&B over the track for 'Deep Cover'

The kid got wild startin' actin' erratic
He said, "Yo, that presidential I gotta have it"
With liquor in his belly son, he made up the track
But little did he know that his joints was wack
The shiny A&R said, "Great new hit G!
Whenever you need a loop, yo come get me"
The kid got amped and he starts to figure
"I'm a get dough like all-a these otha niggaz!"
So, he's in the studio workin' 'round the clock
For Pop radio, jacked the beat to 'Planet Rock'

Was out in the street when he met this sister
Who couldn't sing for shh but the mix wit' her sister
Hooked up the track and in excitation
He decided he'd head for the radio station
But he was runnin' and he made a left
Was skeezin' at top speed and ran into Mos Def

I slowed the young man down and I started "Yo money
Yo, why you sellin' lies to our wives and children?"
He ran upstairs up to the top floor
Opened up the door then guess what he saw? Who?
Jane the chickenhead radio host
Who be yappin' 'bout beef between east and west coast
He said, "This one's a bullet, you gotta give it run!"
The chicken said, "Thanks" and spanked it number1
He went outside, was gettin' props all over
Then he dipped into his ride, the 4-point rover

Raced up the block doin' 83
Some cats with Hennessey saw him at a RED
He winked his eye like his star status mattered
They rat-a-tat-tatted to make his blood splatter
"You rockin' crazy ice and all you do is cling static
And rollin' down to Brooklyn late night is problematic"
His eyes was bloody red, he hung on every word they said
They told the kid, "Back down, that playa shit is dead"
Deep in his heart, he knew he was gone
But he grabbed his 45 and decide to blaze on

Wit' shades on founded had him astounded an'
Before long, the young man got surrounded
Those grabbed the guns, so goes the glory
And that is the way I got ta end this story
He was out chasin' cream and the American dream
Tryin' to pretend the ends justify the means
This ain't funny so don't you dare laugh
It's just what comes to pass when you sell your ass
Life is more than what your hands can grasp
Good night

Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out the box Mos, knock 'em out Mos
Knock 'em out

Another, Mos Def, Black Star movement
Presentation, crumbs

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Lips Like Morphine - Lyrics - Until There's Nothing Left of Us - Kill Hannah

Title: Lips Like Morphine
Album: Until There's Nothing Left of Us
Artist: Kill Hannah
Composer(s): Matt Devine

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Lyric:
I want a girl with lips like morphine
Knock me out every time they touch me
I wanna feel a kiss just crush me
And break me down

Knock me out, knock me out
Knock me out, knock me out
'Cause I've waited for all my life
To be here with you tonight

I want a girl with lips like morphine
Blow a kiss that leaves me gasping
And I wanna feel that lightning strike me
And burn me down

Knock me out, knock me out
Knock me out, knock me out
'Cause I've waited for all my life
To be here with you tonight
Just put me on my back, knock me out again

I want a girl with lips like morphine
Knock me out every time they touch me
I want a girl with lips like morphine
To knock me out

See I've waited for all my life
To be here with you tonight
Just put me on my back
Knock me out again

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Head Bussa - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

Title: Head Bussa
Album: King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed
Artist: Lil Scrappy
Composer(s): Harry Ii Bing, Jamal Glaze, Lawrence Edwards, Darryl Richardson Ii, Donnell Prince

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Lyric:
Let's rise, for the international head bussa
Wassup Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy, Lil' Scrappy
B M E click, who are you? I'm Lil Jon, okay

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

I'm made up my mind that I'ma strike and I'm ready to fight
Checkin' out my steel killin' every punk nigga in' sight
We expite, I knew you bitches didn't wanna brawl,uh what you say?
Bitch I'll swang on all of y'all

I'm the beast from the east, wit da fangs on my teeth
I'll murder all of y'all bitches in' da middle of da street
And I don't give a fuck if you don't like me
Straight knock yo ass out in' to captivity

Down south, I'll ride, shoot and kill homicide
It be nothin' shawty till the day that I die
We strive, on tearin' heads up
And everywhere we go we gon tear dat bitch up

We don't give a fuck about havin' no click
The A got my back and ain't takin' no shit
Excuse me shawty, get the fuck out my face
Befo' we get mad and shoot up the whole place

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

I speak my mind, 'cuz bitin' my tongue hurt
Murder yo ass and lyrics and put ya face on a shirt
I'm a mothafuckin' rida, 'cuz I thought y'all knew
And I reppin' nothin' even it's twenty of you

I think it's plenty of you that really want da shawty dead
Watch what ya said lil' shawty, I'm makin' bread
Fuck all y'all born hataz wit hatred blood to match
A long way but plus I roll wit G's and Gat'z

And shawty matter of fact these trill G's and dub's
We ain't talkin' behind yo back and we ain't scared to bust
I'm by myself, but bein' alone makes you strong
I stepped out the porch young, so shawty I been grown

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

ATL off da chain' down here
Ya come wit dat gat and no action, you goin' disappear
You walk in da club, it's tight like brass knuckles
Straight info on hata like be chumpin' off turned brothas

Beatin' in ya door with dat clip on da tech
Beatin' down ya block in' that 89' Chevy
Tellin' stupid bros we throwin' bows that we ready
Screamin' "Swang shawty" to da boys dat can't stand me

Yeah shawty, I'ma ATL slugga
Knockin' out heads on you pussy mothafuckaz
Shawty be sayin', "Scrap you cool boy"
But I known in' my heart dat I'ma headbussa boy

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa
We some head bussa, we some head bussa
We'll knock a hata out, we some head bussa

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Paralyzed - Lyrics - Lies for the Liars - The Used

Title: Paralyzed
Album: Lies for the Liars
Artist: The Used
Composer(s): Jeph Howard, Quinn Allman, Robert C. Mccracken

Lyric:
Before I could ever let you go
Gonna beg until I drive you mad
Say something you could understand
I'm a statue, baby, knock me out

Oh, how these moments fade away
You say you never loved me
We say things we didn't mean to say
I take it back, I take it all back now
I take it back, I take it all back

Paralyzed by the same old antics
Back and forth like some walking spastic
How could a fistfight be romantic?
Thinking back now will you ever feel the same?

You mean more to me than you'll ever know
You're my girl and I think it's a shame
That we get along this way
I'm just a statue, try to knock me out

I guess these moments fade away
Saying you never loved me
We said things we didn't mean to say
I take it back, I take it all back now
I take it back, I take it all back

Paralyzed by the same old antics
Back and forth like some walking spastic
How could a fistfight be romantic?
Thinking back now will you ever feel it?

Paralyzed by the same old antics
Back and forth like some walking spastic
How could a fistfight be romantic?
Thinking back now will you ever feel the same?

Yeah, I know you feel the same
You gotta let me know
I'm dying inside to know

Knock me out, I'm dying inside to know
Let me know, knock me out
Knock me out, knock me out, knock me out

Paralyzed by the same old antics
Back and forth like some walking spastic
How could a fistfight be romantic?
Thinking back now will you ever feel the same?

Paralyzed by the same old antics
Back and forth like some walking spastic
How could a fistfight be romantic?
Thinking back now will you ever feel?

Paralyzed by the same old antics
Back and forth like some walking spastic
How could a fistfight be romantic?
Thinking back now could you feel the same?

You gotta let me know, I'm dying inside to know
Knock me out, I'm dying inside to know
Gotta let me know, knock me out
Knock me out, knock me out, knock me out

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Snipe Out - Lyrics - Opposite Of H2O - Drag On

Title: Snipe Out
Album: Opposite Of H2O
Artist: Drag On
Composer(s): Mel Jason Smalls, Kasseem Dean, David Starr

Lyric:
We the niggas that y'all niggas wish y'all can blaze that
We put niggas where they can't get their days back
So gone brush your hair nigga, we knock off wave caps
And have niggas like pat can't say jack
When the last time you seen one of us run?
Without bussin' our guns, getting the job done
'Cuz we the niggas they send, when you over spend
Like if your money ain't right we take your children

I tell you what, I ain't gonna take side deals, for real
If you bail I promise I won't know when they kill
They keep him out of sight, love wouldn't hit him right
Couldn't snipe plus his kid was on him too tight
But for his family that's an extra 10 thou
Give me another night out and they'll be all wiped out
This is for the 'cuz every man is his own walls
No remorse, money missing that's his own loss
Come on

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the money is right)
Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And the time is right)

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the place is right, we gonna get it)
Snipe out, snipe out

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the money is right)
Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And the time is right)

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the place is right, we gonna get it)
Snipe out, snipe out

I told niggas have that cash right
Won't have to worry about Drag at night
But it's niggas like you that make me creep through light
There he go right there, I think I got these shots for him
He couldn't hear shit but these dots on his head
Caught him while he's snoring right next to his hoe
I guess he gonna breathe better with them extra holes
I'mma sick nigga, I stayed till the bitch woke up for free

I just wanted to hear the hoe scream, that's my pleasure
Ding dong, who that? Room service
Ran to the peep hole, a lil' nervous then I broke down 20 yards 32
Then he looked at the box and I told him those are 2's
I ain't wanna pop this nigga so I played it cool
Lift them up and down showie rum just a fool
Cause he could of brung the police to get me
Or even worse, somebody sent him to hit me

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the money is right)
Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And the time is right)

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the place is right, we gonna get it)
Snipe out, snipe out

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the money is right)
Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And the time is right)

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the place is right, we gonna get it)
Snipe out, snipe out

And this nigga they want me to kill, is worth ninety bill
So I raised the stakes, this job cost a mill
This ain't gonna be no quick shit 'cuz they want the chip
So I dip quick stop, pull out the lab top
Tapped in the Window's software, you know one of biz
Then I put a few of my codes in front of his
Tell 'em to load the stuff now, system shut down
Snipe a few guards, dead before they hit the ground

Soon as I got to the door to pop the lock up
My vest got popped up, I dropped then got up
One of the guards that's I hit up I picked up
Put his face to the camera for a picture
Soon as they brunged him in I put another slug to him
That put the blood on him, took the chip, blugged him
Yo, my vest was full of bullets to I tore it off
Never thought somebody was behind me saw him off

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the money is right)
Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And the time is right)

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the place is right, we gonna get it)
Snipe out, snipe out

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the money is right)
Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And the time is right)

Snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out, snipe out
(And if the place is right, we gonna get it)
Snipe out, snipe out

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Hard Knock Life - Lyrics - Dr. Evil

Title: Hard Knock Life
Artist: Dr. Evil
Composer(s): Charles Strouse, Cody (Par Lyric) Lutz, Mark James, Sean Carter, Martin Charnin, Robin (Par Lyric) Ruzan

Lyric:
Take the baseline out, uh huh
Jigga, uh huh uh huh uh huh, yeah

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

From standing on the corners boppin'
To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot where the smoke lock
Fleeing the murder scene
You know me well from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when ya'll niggas know me to bail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me ma I rubbing your tits and what not

I'm form the school of the hard knocks we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it 50-50, uh huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh huh
Let's sip the Crys and get pissy pissy
Flow imminently like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2
Ya'll niggas get ready

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

I flow for those droned out
All my niggas locked down in the 10 by 4 controlling the house
We live in hard knocks we don't take over, we bomb blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have 'em back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishing they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama
I put my money on the longshots all my ballers that's born to glock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not

I went from lukewarm to hot
Sleeping on guitars and cots, the king size, dream machine to grief
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down tight grill
I'm tight grill with the phony rappers you might feel we homeys
I'm like still you don't know me, shit
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I'm trying to murder everything moving, feel me

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef so logically I prey on my foes
Hustlin' still inside of me and as far as progress
You be hard pressed to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint and ya'll lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it till the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya nigga

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

It's the hard knock life
It's the hard knock life

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Hard Knock Life (Dr. Evil Remix) - Lyrics - Dr. Evil

Title: Hard Knock Life (Dr. Evil Remix)
Artist: Dr. Evil
Composer(s): Charles Strouse, Cody (Par Lyric) Lutz, Mark James, Sean Carter, Martin Charnin, Robin (Par Lyric) Ruzan

Lyric:
Take the baseline out, uh huh
Jigga, uh huh uh huh uh huh, yeah

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

From standing on the corners boppin'
To driving some of the hottest cars New York has ever seen
For dropping some of the hottest verses rap has ever heard
From the dope spot where the smoke lock
Fleeing the murder scene
You know me well from nightmares of a lonely cell, my only hell
But since when ya'll niggas know me to bail? Fuck naw
Where all my niggas with the rubber grips, bust shots
And if you with me ma I rubbing your tits and what not

I'm form the school of the hard knocks we must not
Let outsiders violate our blocks and my plot
Let's stick up the world and split it 50-50, uh huh
Let's take the dough and stay real jiggy, uh huh
Let's sip the Crys and get pissy pissy
Flow imminently like the memory of my nigga Biggie, baby
You know it's hell when I come through
The life and times of Shawn Carter nigga Volume 2
Ya'll niggas get ready

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

I flow for those droned out
All my niggas locked down in the 10 by 4 controlling the house
We live in hard knocks we don't take over, we bomb blocks
Burn 'em down and you can have 'em back daddy, I'd rather that
I flow for chicks wishing they ain't have to strip to pay tuition
I see you vision mama
I put my money on the longshots all my ballers that's born to glock
Now I'ma be on top whether I perform or not

I went from lukewarm to hot
Sleeping on guitars and cots, the king size, dream machine to grief
I've seen pies let the thing between my eyes analyze life's ills
Then I put it down tight grill
I'm tight grill with the phony rappers you might feel we homeys
I'm like still you don't know me, shit
I'm tight grill when my situation ain't improving
I'm trying to murder everything moving, feel me

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

I don't know how to sleep, I gotta eat, stay on my toes
Gotta a lot of beef so logically I prey on my foes
Hustlin' still inside of me and as far as progress
You be hard pressed to find another rapper hot as me
I gave you prophecy on my first joint and ya'll lamed out
Didn't really appreciate it till the second one came out
So I stretched the game out, X'ed your name out
Put Jigga on top, and drop albums non-stop for ya nigga

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked

It's the hard knock life for us
It's the hard knock life for us
'Stead of treated, we get tricked
'Stead of kisses, we get kicked
It's the hard knock life

It's the hard knock life
It's the hard knock life

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Pussy Crook - Lyrics - Tarantula - Mystikal

Title: Pussy Crook
Album: Tarantula
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Craig Lawson, Michael Tyler, Pharrell Williams

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Lyric:
Callin' all cars, callin' all cars
Be on the look out for a pussy vandalism, over
A pussy bandit
Suspect is known in many states for dickin' yo woman, over
He is dangerous, be on the look out

I knock the muthafuckin' pussy off the hook
Huh, I take the face off the rapper fuckin' with the punch master
The tight line sharp shooter, the handsome assassin 'cause word expert
You don't know nothing bout this come on mama and get you
Something braid it up pimpin', I make a shy cryin' bitch start swimming
Take it off put cha legs up, see if I can touch the kitty

Fuck it fuck it suck it, 200 dollars, bitch that ain't nothing
Show me what cha working wit' but if ya pussy smellin' shrimpy ho
Get yo fuckin' shirt and shit somebody better stop her
She runnin' round this bitch ha pussy smellin' like red lobster
That's the type of bitch ya don't touch
Some hoes you can look at but the rest don't fuck

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Somebody tell me the woman complaining talking bout I'm too sexual
But leave me alone with her, betcha I could sex the hoe
Fuck you like I ate my vegetables knock it down for an hour and a half
And still got dick left the door the man right chea
Fuck you on the floor and still shake the chandelier
I got it caught again somewhere
Stop that fuckin' runnin' and bring that ass over here

Bitch touch yo toes touch that wall work that pole
What you doin' after 2 am, in the hotel gotta give ya whatcha came for
Waste hittin' wash it off then face hittin' manojetwas I stay getting
If you can't work it then don't flirt you got them little bitty titties
Don't raise yo shirt I sort 'em out and some ain't stayin'
Take them fuckin' thongs off don't here wit' no plan I cut cha up
When I'm climmin' on ya throw it at cha like I'm a phenomenon

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

What the fuck you mean yo period done you can't gimme no lovin'?
Shit, it's time for funky fire boo hole pluggin'
She said, "I never done that stuff"
I said, "Well let me talk you through it, get the KY jelly"
Put a hump in yo back baby quit movin' yo leg
Get loose and relax lady she was actin' all timid
But the next thing you know she was humpin' back wit me
I was all the way up in that ass I was hard like a horse
She still wanted to do it fast, 2 hours and no part
Still talking bout, "Don't stop oh Lord"

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Dick don't fail me now
I knock the coochie lining out
If I hit it one time ya hooked
They call me the Pussy Crook

Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, suspect last seen
Headed East I 10 toward New Orleans, over
Be advised he is armed with dick, and striking good looks, over
Suspect is in a big truck excursion or Escalade
Or some shit he is in a big truck, over
Be on the look out leave all pussy inside

Gimmie this motherfuckin' money
Y'all motherfuckers ain't go never catch me motherfucker
The only thing y'all gone catch is this dick, you motherfucker
This a motherfuckin' nother KLC Smash, you motherfucker
Mystikal, Medicine Man, Big Truck nigga, over

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Mama Said Knock You Out - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Mama Said Knock You Out
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Clinton, Gregory Jacobs, Marlon Williams, Sylvester Stewart, Bootsy Collins, Leroy Mccants, Walter Morrison, James Mccants, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
C'mon man
News Report
And with the local DBT news, LL Cool J with a triumphant comeback
Mumbling
But tonite

Don't call it a comeback
I been here for years
Rockin my peers and puttin suckas in fear
Makin the tears rain down like a MON-soon
Listen to the bass go BOOM
Explosion, overpowerin
Over the competition, I'm towerin
Wreckin shop, when I drop these lyrics that'll make you call the cops
Don't you dare stare, you betta move
Don't ever compare
Me to the rest that'll all get sliced and diced
Competition's payin the price

I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH
I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH
I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH
I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH

Don't u call this a regular jam
I'm gonna rock this land
I'm gonna take this itty bitty world by storm
And I'm just gettin warm
Just like Muhummad Ali they called him Cassius
Watch me bash this beat like a skull
'Cause u know I had beef wit
Why do u riff with me, the maniac psycho
And when I pull out my jammy get ready 'cause it might go
BLAAAAW, how ya like me now?
The river will not allow
U to get with, Mr. Smith, dont riff
Listen to my gear shift
I'm blastin, outlastin
Kinda like Shaft, so u could say I'm shaftin
Old English filled my mind
And I came up with a funky rhyme

Shadow boxin when I heard you on the radioHUUUH
I just don't know
What made you forget that I was raw?
But now I got a new tour
I'm goin insane, startin the hurricane, releasin pain
Lettin you know that you can't gain, I maintain
Unless ya say my name
Rippin, killin
Diggin and drillin a hole
Pass the Ol' Gold

Shotgun blasts are heard
When I rip and kill, at WILL
The man of the hour, tower of power, I'll devour
I'm gonna tie you up and let you understand
That I'm not your average man
When I got a jammy in my hand
DAAAAAM! Oooooohh
Listen to the way I slaaaaay, your crew
DamageUHHdamageUHHdamageUHHdamage
Destruction, terror, and mayhem
Pass me a sissy so suckas I'll slay him
FarmersWhatFarmersWhat
I'm readywe're ready
I think I'm gonna bomb a townget down
Don't u neva, eva, pull my lever
'Cause I explode
And my nine is easy to load
I gotta thank God
'Cause he gave me the strength to rock
HARD

I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH
I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH
I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH
I'm gonna knock you outHUUUH
Mama said knock you outHUUUH

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Move Bitch - Lyrics - Word Of Mouf - Ludacris

Title: Move Bitch
Album: Word Of Mouf
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Jonathan Smith, Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson, Bobbie Sandmanie

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Lyric:
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Oh no! the fight's out
I'm about to punch yo, lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still
I've been drinkin' and buzzin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in
"Oh girl", they'll be more dead

Causin' confusion, disturbin' tha peace
Its not an illusion, we runnin' the streets
So bye-bye to all you groupies and golddiggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga
I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm DUI, hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through
Hit the stage, knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck them, true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh what's up? Get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' business
Tryin to get my paper, child support suin'
Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' TV's and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck
But I'm a tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

2-0, I'm on the right track
Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out
Grab the peels 'cuz we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stompin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the DEC, tryin' ta to disrespect DTP
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the VIP
Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0
So

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

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Yahhh! - Lyrics - souljaboytellem.Com - Soulja Boy

Title: Yahhh!
Album: souljaboytellem.Com
Artist: Soulja Boy
Composer(s): Deandre Way

Lyric:
Aye, Stacks On Deck Entertainment, Soulja Boy, Arab
We got something new for ya?ll
Man when somebody be in your face, on your nerves
Just talkin' and talkin and you don?t wanna hear it
Just be like, "Yahhh trick yahhh!"

Hey Soulja Boy can I yahhh trick yahhh!
Yo Arab I really like yahhh trick yahhh!
Colli Park Music ahh!
Hey man I was just wondering can I get a yahhh yahhh trick!

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Yahhh!

Let me tell you about the life and how you live when you's a star
Every single place you go the people run up to your car
Everybody wants to talk, everybody wants to jive
Everybody wants a handshake or want a high five

And these ugly girls always got friend that wants to talk to you
Spit yahhh yahhh trick and your friend yahhh yahhh too!
Ain't got time for chit chat I?m tryin' to get this money
So get up out my face, you doodoo head dummy

Hey Soulja Boy can I yahhh trick yahhh!
Yo Arab I really like yahhh trick yahhh!
Colli Park Music aah!
Hey man I was just wondering can I get a yahhh yahhh trick

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Yahhh!

All in my face, I?m startin? to get mad
Walkin' up, ?Soulja Boy can I have your autograph??
Spit yahh trick!
Leave me alone, let me get some peace
I?m sittin? at the house shawty and I can?t sleep

Leave me alone foe before I have to knock your lights out
?Hey Soulja Boy when that new Stacks on Deck CD coming out??
Spit yahh trick! Spit yahh trick!
Yahh! Yahh! Yahh!

Hey Soulja Boy can I yahhh trick yahhh!
Yo Arab I really like yahhh trick yahhh!
Colli Park mu ahh!
Hey man I was just wondering can I get a yahhh yahhh trick!

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)

Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Get out my face
(Get out my face)
Yahhh!

Hey Soulja Boy man I love those sneakers man
Man, man me and my brother man
We are diggin? you man, super dig
Man I?m the king of your fan club man

I mean I just seen you one day and I was like, that guy!
He?s gonna make it, he?s gonna make it
You already know
I was on your Myspace man
Yahhh yahhh yahhh! Yahhh yahhh yahhh!

Trick don?t you get it!?
Shut up! Yahhh yahhh yahhh!
Yahhh! Yahhh! Yahhh!

Y A H H H
I still like your sneakers though
Totally!

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Locked Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Akon

Title: Locked Up (Remix)
Artist: Akon
Composer(s): Aliaune Thiam

Lyric:
Locked up, they won't let me out
And I had a long day in court, shit stressed me out
Won't give me a bail, they can't get me out
Now I'm headin' to the county, gotta do a bid here
I used to livin' luxurious, I don't wanna live here
The walls is gray, the clothes is orange
The phones is broke, the food is garbage
Lotta niggaz is livin' with these circumstances

S.P.'s the same, I still murk ya manz'z
Drug money to rap money, work advances
Niggaz ran and told, I shoulda murked to Kansas
Got popped for a murder attempt
Knock me on D block when I was burnin' the hemp
Had a brick in the stash hope they don't take it to a further extent
Locked up and they won't let me out
When I hit my cell block, niggaz know the threat me out

I'm steady tryin' to find a motive, why do what I do?
The freedom ain't gettin' no closer, no matter how far I go
My car is stolen, no registration
Cops patrollin' and now they done stopped me

And I get locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

Headin' up town to re-up, back with a couple peeps
The corner block's on fire, undercovers dressed as feens
Makin' so much money, product's movin' fast
Put away the stash and as I sold the last bag
Fucked around

And got locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
My nigga I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
I got locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Baby, baby I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

Now that I'm locked up I rep two sets so
I'ma ryde or die and stay D-Blocked up
Two toothbrushes up, whoever want it with P
When I walk by, nigga get up
'Cause I'm locked up, they can't get me out
I smoke a stick of haze when they stress me out
Go and hit the bar when the wrecks be out
Can't wait for the day when they let me out

'Cause visitation no longer comes by
It seems like they forgot about me
Commissary is gettin' empty
My cell mates gettin' food without me
I can't wait to get out and move forward with my life
Move on with my life
Got a family that loves me and wants me to do right
But instead

I'm here locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
My nigga locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Oh oh oh, I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)

'Cause I'm locked up
(They won't let me out)
Where's my lawyer?
(They won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no, they won't let me out)
Get me out of here

I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Baby I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, no they won't let me out)
Where's my niggaz on the block tell them I'm locked up
(They won't let me out)
I'm locked up
(They won't let me out, they won't let me out)
Can you please accept my phone call?
'Cause I'm locked up, locked up

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Knock Knock - Lyrics - Veni Vidi Vicious - Hives

Title: Knock Knock
Album: Veni Vidi Vicious
Artist: Hives
Composer(s): Randy Fitzsimmons

Lyric:
This time you got it all figured it out
Think it's gonna work okay
But I'll make sure it won't
'Cause I'll be standing in your way

So wait a minute if you will
I ain't got no time but time to kill
When the ground starts getting hot
It doesn't matter if you run or not

This time you've seen it done before
This time you're gonna get it right
Once more you fail miserably and then
Then you do it all over again

So wait a minute if you will
I ain't got no time but time to kill
When the ground starts getting hot
It doesn't matter if you run or not

Once a failure and twice a fool
I will
(Knock, knock)
If you won't
(Knock, knock)
You're damned
(Knock, knock)
If you don't
(Knock, knock)
You did fine
(Knock, knock)
Now you're mine
(Knock, knock)
You avoided everything except from me
I'm bustin' in
Won't pick the lock
I'm bustin' in knock, knock

I've seen your sort before
You are nothing new
'Cause my name is failure
And failure is gonna come to you

Save me, Lord and I will out
This time I got the time to kill
When the ground starts getting hot
It doesn't matter if you run or not

Once a failure and twice a fool
I will
(Knock, knock)
If you won't
(Knock, knock)
You're damned
(Knock, knock)
If you don't
(Knock, knock)
You did fine
(Knock, knock)
Now you're mine
(Knock, knock)
You avoided everything except for me
I'm bustin' in, won't pick the lock
I'm bustin' in, knock, knock

Knock, knock
I'm bustin' in knock, knock
Knock, knock
I'm bustin' in knock, knock

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Move Bitch - Lyrics - Disturbing Tha Peace

Title: Move Bitch
Artist: Disturbing Tha Peace
Composer(s): Christopher Bridges, Jonathan Smith, Michael Tyler, Craig Lawson, Bobbie Sandmanie

Lyric:
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Oh no! The fight's out
I'ma 'bout to punch yo lights out
Get the fuck back, guard ya grill
There's somethin' wrong, we can't stay still

I've been drankin' and bustin' too
And I been thankin' of bustin' you
Upside ya motherfuckin' forehead
And if your friends jump in, "Oh gurl", they'll be mo' dead

'Causin' confusion, Disturbing Tha Peace
Since not into lution, we run in the streets-a
So bye-bye to all you groupies and gold diggers
Is there a bumper on your ass? No nigga!

I'm doin' a hundred on the highway
So if you do the speed limit, get the fuck outta my way
I'm D.U.I., hardly ever caught sober
And you about to get ran the fuck over

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Unverified]

Here I come, here I go
Uh oh! Don't jump bitch, move
You see them headlights? You hear that fuckin' crowd?
Start that goddamn show, I'm comin' through

Hit the stage and knock the curtains down
I fuck the crowd up, that's what I do
Young and successful, a sex symbol
The bitches want me to fuck 'em, true true

Hold up, wait up, shorty
"Oh aw wazup? Get my dick sucked, what are you doin'?"
Sidelinin' my fuckin' business
Tryin' to get my paper, child support suin'

Give me that truck and take that rental back
Who bought these fuckin' T.V.'s and jewelry bitch, tell me that?
No, I ain't bitter, I don't give a fuck but I'ma tell you like this bitch
You better not walk in front of my tour bus

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

[Unverified]

2-0, I'm on the right track, Beef, got the right mack
Hit the trunk, grab the pump, punk I'll be right back
We buyin' bars out, showin' scars out
We heard there's hoes out, so we brought the cars out

Grab the peels 'cause we robbin' tonight
Beat the shit outta of security for stoppin' the fight
I got a fifth of the Remy, fuck the Belve and Cris
I'm sellin' shit up in the club like I work in the bitch

Fuck the dress codes, it's street clothes, we all street niggaz
We on the dance floor, throwin' bows, beatin' up niggaz
I'm from the Dec', tryna to disrespect D.T.P.
And watch the bottles start flyin' from the V.I.P.

Fuck this rap shit, we clap bitch, two in ya body
Grab ya four, start a fight dog, ruin the party
So move bitch, get out the way hoe
All you faggot motherfuckers make way for 2-0, so

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way
Move bitch, get out the way
Get out the way bitch, get out the way

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Knock Em Out - Lyrics - Lily Allen

Title: Knock Em Out
Artist: Lily Allen
Composer(s): Darren Emilio Lewis, Lily Allen, Earl King, Iyiola Babatund Babalola

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Lyric:
Alright, so this is a song about anyone
It could be anyone, you're just doing your own thing
And someone comes out the blue
They're like, "Alright, what you saying? Yeah can I take your digits?"
And you're like, "No, not in a million years, you're nasty
Please leave me alone"

Cut to the pub on a lads' night out
Man at the bar cos it was his shout
Clocks this bird and she looks ok
She caught him looking and walks his way
"Alright darlin', you gonna buy us a drink then?"
"Err no, but I was thinking of buying one for your friend"

She's got no taste, hand on his waste
Tries to pull away but her lips on his face
"If you insist I'll have a white wine spritzer"
"Sorry love, but you ain't a pretty picture"

Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say
Just get out my face, just leave me alone
And no you can't have my number
"Why?" Because I've lost my phone

Oh yeah, actually umm, I'm pregnant, umm yeah
I'm having a baby in like 6 months and uhh, yeah, yeah

"I recognise this guy"
That's what you're thinking
As he walks over her face starts sinking
She's like, "Oh here we go"
It's a routine check, that she already knows

She's thinking, they're all the same
"Yeah you alright baby? You look alright, still, yeah what's your name?"
She looks in her bag, takes out a fag
Tries to get away from the guy on a blag
Can't find a light
"Here, use mine"
"See the thing is I really don't have the time"

Can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say
Just get out my face, just leave me alone
And no you can't have my number
Because I've lost my phone

Go away now, let me go
Are you stupid? Or just a little slow?
Go away now, I've made myself clear
Nah, it's not gonna happen
Not in a a million years

You can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say
Just get out my face, just leave me alone
And no you can't have my number
Because I've lost my phone

You can't knock 'em out, you can't walk away
Try desperately to think of the politest way to say
Just get out my face, just leave me alone
And no you can't have my number
Because I've lost my phone

Uhh nah I, I've gotta go, cos my house is on fire
I've got, I've got herpes, err no it's syphilis

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Knockin' On Heaven'S Door - Lyrics - Greatest Hits - Guns 'N Roses

Title: Knockin' On Heaven'S Door
Album: Greatest Hits
Artist: Guns 'N Roses
Composer(s): Bob Dylan

Lyric:
Mama take this badge from me
I can't use it anymore
It's gettin' dark, too dark to see
Feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door

Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door

Mama put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore
That cold black cloud is comin' down
Feels like I'm knockin' on Heaven's door

Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door

You just better start sniffin' your own rank subjugation Jack
'Cause it's just you against your tattered libido, the bank and the mortician
Forever man
And it wouldn't be luck if you could get out of life alive

Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door

Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door

Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door
Knock knock knockin' on Heaven's door

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