Givemorelove - Lyrics - Soulstar - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Givemorelove
Album: Soulstar
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Talib Johnson, Tom Scott, Ivan Barias, Carvin Ransum Haggins

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Lyric:
The children need something
With more substance and more meaning
A message intended to leave them
With something much more to believe in

Now it?s cool for us to say, all the things we say and do
All the things we do to express ourselves
But we should try to find a way to bring balance to this hate
And leave a good impression on someone else
'Cause in our world

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

Now lovers of this music shouldn?t get so caught up
In all of the rumors and lies
We?re the same as you, we got feelings too
And you know we?re human, just trying to live our lives

There will come a day when the world is gonna change
And then, things will be much better than how they are
Where happiness is the way and joy out weighs the pain
And oh, how I prayed to God that day isn?t far
'Cause in this world

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

All we want in this world, we can have through love
All we need in this world, we can get with love
All we got in this world, we can keep through love
All we got to do is just, give a little more love in this world

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

Yo, you?ve reached Musiq?s cell phone
I?m sorry I can?t pick up right now
I?m kinda busy at the moment

But if you leave your name and your number
The whole routine, I?ll get back to you as soon as I can
And if I don?t, don?t get mad, yeah, you too, peace

I?m sorry that I?m not around to
Listen to what you have to say
I hope it wasn?t so important that I
Just had to hear 'cause it couldn?t wait

I wish I knew what it was you wanted
Just to see if there was something that I could do
Oh, I know you probably thinking the worse of me now
But understand that I?m not avoiding you, no, I'm not so

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

You know how things are some days
My time be moving just way to fast
While you may be thinking, I should put some aside for you
I?m just trying not to let it pass me by

Now I don?t want to take you for granted, no
And please believe that I?m not ignoring you
Well, I guess I can?t expect you to understand it all
But I pray, you don?t take it personal, 'coz it's not

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

If I don?t call you or come over
So sometime before this song is over
And if I don?t call you or come over
So sometime before this song is over
Back to you

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

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Leaveamessage - Lyrics - Soulstar - Musiq Soulchild

Title: Leaveamessage
Album: Soulstar
Artist: Musiq Soulchild
Composer(s): Talib Johnson, Tom Scott, Ivan Barias, Carvin Ransum Haggins

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Lyric:
The children need something
With more substance and more meaning
A message intended to leave them
With something much more to believe in

Now it?s cool for us to say, all the things we say and do
All the things we do to express ourselves
But we should try to find a way to bring balance to this hate
And leave a good impression on someone else
'Cause in our world

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

Now lovers of this music shouldn?t get so caught up
In all of the rumors and lies
We?re the same as you, we got feelings too
And you know we?re human, just trying to live our lives

There will come a day when the world is gonna change
And then, things will be much better than how they are
Where happiness is the way and joy out weighs the pain
And oh, how I prayed to God that day isn?t far
'Cause in this world

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

All we want in this world, we can have through love
All we need in this world, we can get with love
All we got in this world, we can keep through love
All we got to do is just, give a little more love in this world

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more
There isn?t much love goin? around
We should try to give a little bit more

Yo, you?ve reached Musiq?s cell phone
I?m sorry I can?t pick up right now
I?m kinda busy at the moment

But if you leave your name and your number
The whole routine, I?ll get back to you as soon as I can
And if I don?t, don?t get mad, yeah, you too, peace

I?m sorry that I?m not around to
Listen to what you have to say
I hope it wasn?t so important that I
Just had to hear 'cause it couldn?t wait

I wish I knew what it was you wanted
Just to see if there was something that I could do
Oh, I know you probably thinking the worse of me now
But understand that I?m not avoiding you, no, I'm not so

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

You know how things are some days
My time be moving just way to fast
While you may be thinking, I should put some aside for you
I?m just trying not to let it pass me by

Now I don?t want to take you for granted, no
And please believe that I?m not ignoring you
Well, I guess I can?t expect you to understand it all
But I pray, you don?t take it personal, 'coz it's not

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

If I don?t call you or come over
So sometime before this song is over
And if I don?t call you or come over
So sometime before this song is over
Back to you

If I don?t call you or come over, it?s only just
'Cause I?ve got so much work to do
So sometime before this song is over
Leave a message and I promise I?ll get back to you

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The Message In The Middle Of The Bottom - Lyrics - Chaka Khan

Title: The Message In The Middle Of The Bottom
Artist: Chaka Khan
Composer(s): Lalomie M. Mari Washburn

Lyric:
I never meant a single thing when you tried it
You know it, I felt it, I liked it, I did it
I never meant to put it there but somewhere In despair
It got moved into view, then I liked it

I never meant a single word when I said I could love you
I thought it, I heard it, I used it
I never meant a single beat of my heart to be yours
'Cause I knew, if you knew, you'd abuse it

There's a message in the middle of the bottom
You see 'em, you love 'em, you got 'em
There's a proper time to pick 'em when they're fallen
Just listen, you'll hear 'em a callin'

There's a special way to know you got his lovin'
Can't you feel it, you ought to, you taught him
There's a special time for lovin' and another time
For huggin' and a lot of time to leave him alone

I have a feelin' deep inside that I've got you
I'll keep you, why not? It'll make me feel better
If there's a woman on this earth who should love you
It's me boy, don't fight it, admit it, you love it

If you think there's someone else who can move you
I'll lose you, no problem, you're free to go get her
I just refuse to let a lady step in on my show
If you choose, do it now or forget it

There's a message in the middle of the bottom
You see 'em, you love 'em, you got 'em
There's a proper time to pick 'em when they're fallen
Just listen, you'll hear 'em a callin'

There's a special way to know you got his lovin'
Can't you feel it, you ought to, you taught him
There's a special time for lovin' and another time
For huggin' and a lot of time to leave him alone

I never meant a single thing when you tried it
You know it, I felt it, I liked it, I did it
I never meant to put it there but somewhere In despair
It got moved into view, then I liked it

I never meant a single word when I said I could love you
I thought it, I heard it, I used it
I never meant a single beat of my heart to be yours
'Cause I knew, if you knew, you'd abuse it

There's a message in the middle of the bottom
You see 'em, you love 'em, you got 'em
There's a proper time to pick 'em when they're fallen
Just listen, you'll hear 'em a callin'

There's a special way to know you got his lovin'
Can't you feel it, you ought to, you taught him
There's a special time for lovin' and another time
For huggin' and a lot of time to leave him alone

There's a special time for lovin' and another time
For huggin' and a lot of time to leave him alone

Message in the middle of the bottom
Message in the middle of the bottom
Message in the middle of the bottom
Message in the middle of the bottom
Message in the middle of the bottom

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Relax - Lyrics - Tq

Title: Relax
Artist: Tq
Composer(s): Terrance Quaites

Lyric:
Tired of the hustle, tired of the noise
I'm tired of my woman
And I'm tired of my boys

Tired of the city, all the damn traffic
'Cos I'm tired 'cos what I'm lacking
Is peace of mind and I gotta have it

All I wanna do, all I wanna do is relax
Spend the whole day on my back
Cell phone is off, so leave a message
I'ma have to call you back

All I wanna do is relax
Sip some lemonade and kick back
My two way's in the trunk of my car
So you ain't got to worry about that
Just relax

Tired of paying taxes, yeah
Tired of y'all searching my car, why, why
I need to be relaxing
Sipping Cris and eating caviar, oh yeah

I'm tired of baby, mama
Always blowing up my phone
I need to find a way to get gone
She need to leave me the hell alone

I'm just a simple man, oh yeah
And I don't mean nobody no harm
But I'm gonna have to choke me a
If they as won't leave me alone

All I wanna do, all I wanna do is relax
Spend the whole day on my back
Cell phone is off, so leave a message
I'ma have to call you back

All I wanna do is relax
Sip some lemonade and kick back
My two way's in the trunk of my car
So you ain't got to worry about that
Just relax

Slow down, slow down, be easy, don't be easy
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Alone, leave me alone
Slow down, slow down, be easy, be easy
Leave me alone, leave me alone
Alone

Every time a telephone rings
Every time I answer my line
There's always something going on
Just enough to stress my mind

I got to get away and just let it go
Go spread my wings 'cos you never know
One day you're here, the next day you're gone
But while I'm here, I'ma relax baby

All I wanna do is relax
Spend the whole day on my back
Cell phone is off, so leave a message
I'ma have to call you back

All I wanna do is relax
Sip some lemonade and kick back
My two way's in the trunk of my car
So you ain't got to worry about that
Just relax

All I wanna do is relax
Spend the whole day on my back
Cell phone is off, so leave a message
I'ma have to call you back

All I wanna do is relax
Sip some lemonade and kick back
My two way's in the trunk of my car
So you ain't got to worry about that
Just relax

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The Professional - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: The Professional
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Bojalil Kejuan W Muchita, Albert J Johnson, Ramos Ernesto Shaw, T Perry, Victor Padilla

Lyric:
New shit, Mobb Deep, featuring Noyd, like this dunn
The professional used from my nigga vic

Yo, you catch chills P stimulates your eardrum
Taste buds more higher than drugs my song take all
I blast off on the track law, my shit is pure satisfaction
What more could you ask for?
With facts like an answer, I pour fire on earth I been to hot raw
Do Queens tires get burnt, let's peel through the real
Slide through my terrain, take a ride with me, check out my lifestyle

It's a off-road course, I stay challenged, but that's a good thing
'Cause it creates balance, Infamous wild life federation
My congress, sit down and conversate ya fate
De rate barracks, don't get yourself embarrassed
My click savage, y'all niggas is average
I'm handling your Most V.P, put 'em in P.C
Nigga, it's the I-M-D nigga, Clue

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

Now you can talk about a nigga, criticize my faults
But in New York, got it locked with bolts, blow the vote
Overdose, while you cop block and cut throats
Me and my click's champagning, and campaigning
While you rhyme about your jewels and sniff that shit up in your nostrils
I'll be plottin' on your life, to put one up in your fossil
Niggas think they gully, on the inside sweet like honey
Niggas want the bitches, we just want the money

Federal notes, flipped blue
Keys of coke store frontin' watchin' his dough
Tourin' the coast, pardon wife due, gettin' babies drunk
Call me foul, deep down, you gotta admit, you like my style
Put holes in your Polo, I know your M-O, you half homo
Joinin' my team, that's a no-no
Say what you want, don't let it talk for you
And that's my word, I'll have this hollow tip stored for you

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

I dig the way Clueminatti got the beats rollin' through the body
The type of tracks, got me killin' these cats
Twenty-one and black, mental inner city minds be exact
When niggas in the hood ain't no good, carry gats
And leave you on your back in a hurry
Especially, dealin' with the money

Rockin' Pelle fuckin' with the Spanish mami cheffin' up by dellis
Now we got the guns pumpin' jumps out the back of a deli
Really, these chumps gettin' slummed on the daily
Forty days, forty weeks, either these raps are back in the streets
Stackin' cracks up in the fleece, so Hav blaze the bees
And pass that to me, and I'll bless piece
So this way the whole fam'll eat

Be the Infamous of this shit, pioneers of this
Survival of the fittest, nobody's fuckin' with this
So fuck around with Hav, you fuck around with me
You fuck around with me, then you fuck around with P
You fuck around with us, then you fuck around with three
Motherfuckers from the NYC, what nigga, what nigga Clueminatti

'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'
'Cause we plottin', leave the cats with one option
Start hoppin', 'cause when it's on we ain't stoppin'
The click'll get the message when shit start droppin'
Don't got a gat stashed, you better start coppin'

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Dr. Know - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Beenie Man

Title: Dr. Know
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Dave Willard Antho Kelly

Lyric:
If yuh waan a man a bun alot a trees
Not afraid to mek yuh see it a yuh knees
Yuh waan a man to mek yuh hung like a bees
Leave a message please

I am that man that she dreams about
Dr. Know is my name, things ain't the same
Now she screams and shouts
Comin' again and again

I am that man that she talks about
When she hangs with her friends
It's not the Benz why she's freakin' out
It's what she thought of my ends

Dr. Know is in da house, capeash
To satisfy my ladies and deh honeys on my leash
Woman deh pon my cellular I beg unda this each
And tell mi how last night a ground and she reach

Woman a mi regula dem love call mi teach
Put me inna Jacuzzi tub and dem feel mi keash
She don't waan mi leave, she waan to keep mi on a leash
Dem tell mi seh she love, go skinny dippin' on di beach

I am that man that she dreams about
Dr. Know is my name, things ain't the same
Now she screams and shouts
Comin' again and again

I am that man that she talks about
When she hangs with her friends
It's not the Benz why she's freakin' out
It's what she thought of my ends

Hey, dat ting yah weh mi love fi flag
Woman seh dem love it 'cause it betta when yuh slam
If yuh man a try fi satisfy yuh and him caan
Holla at di Doc and I will give yuh wah yuh waan

Send on di nieces and di sistas and di aunts
I'm not backin' down from yuh kitchen, no, I shaant
Sexy gal a model like a mi dem waan taunt
Girls dem a do we 'cause a big tree we plant

I am that man that she dreams about
Dr. Know is my name, things ain't the same
Now she screams and shouts
Comin' again and again

I am that man that she talks about
When she hangs with her friends
It's not the Benz why she's freakin' out
It's what she thought of my ends

I am Dr. Know, when gal see mi dem see fun
Know when to go or when to come
I am Dr. Know, we have gal walk inna sun
To play wid di big water gun

I am Dr. Know, weh mek gal nuh know weh fi tun
Get up pon fate fi siddung
I am Dr. Know, weh mek gal speak inna tongue
And she a, cree like dem drunk rum

I am that man that she dreams about
Dr. Know is my name, things ain't the same
Now she screams and shouts
Comin' again and again

I am that man that she talks about
When she hangs with her friends
It's not the Benz why she's freakin' out
It's what she thought of my ends

If yuh waan a man a bun alot a trees
Not afraid to mek yuh see it a yuh knees
Yuh waan a man to mek yuh hung like a bee
Leave a message please

I am that man that she dreams about
Dr. Know is my name, things ain't the same
Now she screams and shouts
Comin' again and again

I am that man that she talks about
When she hangs with her friends
It's not the Benz why she's freakin' out
It's what she thought of my ends

Dr. Know is in da house, capeash
To satisfy my ladies and deh honeys on my leash
Woman deh pon my cellular I beg unda this each
And tell mi how last night a ground and she reach

Woman a mi regula dem love call mi teach
Put me inna Jacuzzi tub and dem feel mi keash
She don't waan mi leave, she waan to keep mi on a leash
Dem tell mi seh she love, go skinny dippin' on di beach

I am that man that she dreams about
Dr. Know is my name, things ain't the same
Now she screams and shouts
Comin' again and again

I am that man that she talks about
When she hangs with her friends
It's not the Benz why she's freakin' out
It's what she thought of my ends

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Message - Lyrics - London - Jesus Jones

Title: Message
Album: London
Artist: Jesus Jones
Composer(s): Michael Edwards

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Lyric:
This is a message, this is a wake up call
If you've fallen further than you thought you could fall
Go on, get up now, you screwed yourself to the floor
But you've not screwed, if you choose, anymore

This is a message for you
You should take this call
This is a message for you
Before you fall back down

Hey automatic, disengage
Cut the schedule, leave the plan alone
Walk with the living, the flesh and the blood
Are waiting for you back home

This is a message for you
You should take this call
This is a message for you
Before you fall back down

And when the pieces get picked up
There are those edges that can cut
It's a risk you're going to take

You've got to stop this almost-clever
Simple things should be simply said
What you believe in, if there's anything
Let it replace the mess in your head

This was a message for you
I hope you took this call
This was a message for you to stop
You falling down, back down

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Leave A Message - Lyrics - What's The 411? - The Remixes - Mary J Blige

Title: Leave A Message
Album: What's The 411? - The Remixes
Artist: Mary J Blige
Composer(s): Tony Dofat

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Lyric:
You better be home

Yo, what's up? This is Mary
I'm not home, leave a message, peace

Yo Mary, it's Puff, pick up the phone nigga
Hey yo Mary, it's Puff, hey, yo Mary yo
You got studio tonight, 8 o'clock, Hit Factory
In the mall, you gotta um you gotta do this video shoot
Get back to me, yo I know you there man, pick up shit
Get back to me man, beep me, peace

Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, yo yo Mary, yo Mary
Yo Mar-Mary, Mary, it's me, me, me, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, Kool DJ Red Alert, check this out, Mary, Mary

Check this out, I wanna get with you later on, because I heard
That you got it goin' on with the whack, yeah give me some vinyl
I heard about this album, you can't be doin' this, Mary, Mary

We got to get together, c'mon, we gonna get around
You gonna have some drinks, gonna toss it up
Ya know just tell me when ya want me comin' over
Ya know, then check it out, I don't have no limo

But I got a skateboard, four wheel drive yo, we gonna get
Expensive alright, Mary, Mary, please Mary
You better let me sign up, okay?
And the Puba's here too, see ya

Yo Mary this is Christopher Williams
Call me back 'cause I just heard your album
And I'm real interested in you doing a duet with me
Puffy got my number so get back with me alright? Peace

Mary, Mary quite contrary
This is Jamie Brown from sister to sister
Girl I just heard the record, I loved it, I wanna see you
I wanna meet you to see how you vibe, call me, okay?

Yo Mary Blige, what's up?
This is Eric Sermon, MC
Grand for ya, just wanna say what's up?
Good luck, see ya

Mary what's up? This is Andre Harrel
CEO, Chairman, Founder Uptown Records
I just wanted to call ya letcha know
That I heard ya album, you are outta outta here baby, peace
I'll see ya number one

Yo Mary, this is Hev, where you at?
Trying to see what's up for the evening
Give me a call, peace

Hey Mary, what's up Mary?
What's up Mary, this is Maceo
Said you were gonna take that trip to Pluto with me
What's up? Yo, give me a call later, peace

Hey yo Mary J, this is Clark Kent, I just
Heard that album, dag, can I get like ten copies?
That's for all my crew, make sure they playin' it
I'm gonna run you to death you over baby, I'm gone

Yo Mary what's up, this is Kurt Juice
Yo, what's up what's happening?
You're late, c'mon, hurry up, hurry up
We gotta go get this money

Yo Mary what's up?
This is Little Shawn
When you get in, give me a call
Or better yet beep me peace

Yo what's up Mary J? This is CL Smooth
I'm down at the studio doing this remix
Just come down there and lay down
Some vocals for me, aight baby?
Call me when you get in, peace

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Dead Man'S Hill - Lyrics - 1200 Curfews - Indigo Girls

Title: Dead Man'S Hill
Album: 1200 Curfews
Artist: Indigo Girls
Composer(s): Amy Elizabeth Ray

Lyric:
We were down at Dead Man's Hill
Smoking vines like cigarettes
Looking through the trashy mags
Trying to feel what's coming next

You told me of crashing cars
Older brothers and late night bars
I told you what I feel most
And you kept it like a ghost forever

Don't you write it down
Remember this in your head
Don't take a picture
Remember this in your heart

Don't leave a message
Talk to me face to face
Talk to me face to face

Lying on the bright blue jumping mat
Dinner bell is ringing
Barking dogs and model planes
And the sound of passing trains

We watch for bonfires in the sky
On the beach in July
Spin the bottle steal the kiss
Postcards to the one I miss
Forever the one I miss forever

Don't you write it down
Remember this in your head
Don't take a picture
Remember this in your heart

I'll leave a message
When everything comes apart
I'll leave a message
When everything comes apart

I remember cats on fire
Gasoline a burning spiral
Standing underneath the night
Fighting back with all my might

Empty cans and charred remains
Find them in the heat of day
On the top of Dead Man's Hill this
Is what I know of shame forever

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Till The Cops Come Knockin' - Lyrics - Maxwell's Urban Hang Suite - Maxwell

Title: Till The Cops Come Knockin'
Album: Maxwell's Urban Hang Suite
Artist: Maxwell
Composer(s): Maxwell Gerald Da Menard, Hod David

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Lyric:
Didn't you dig the way I rubbed yo back girl?
Wasn't it cool when I first kissed yo lips?
Was it enough to penetrate you dark world?
Or were you embarrassed about the way you freaked?
Well, I wanna hold you, I wanna know you baby, if it's alright

Gonna take you in the room suga' lock you up in love for days
We gonna be rockin' baby, 'til the cops come knockin'
Papa gonna have to leave a message on the telephone baby
There won't be no stoppin' me, 'til the cops come knockin'

Six on a Thursday night n' you be jonesin' baby
For a brother to hold you tight n' keep on goin'
Last lover came n' went didn't even hug n' kiss n' caress you
Gimme a call it's cool the M's all open
I'm open wider than oceans, I'll be your lotion, if it's alright

Gonna take you in the room suga' lock you up in love for days
We gonna be rockin' baby 'til the cops come knockin'
Gonna take you in the room suga' lock you up in love for days
We gonna be rockin' baby 'til the cops come knockin'

Papa gonna have to leave a message on the telephone baby
There won't be no stoppin,' me 'til the cops come knockin'

Please you tease you eat you
Make you feel so good inside
Lovin' you long if that's alright?

Gonna take you in the room suga' lock you up in love for days
We gonna be rockin' baby 'til the cops come knockin'
Gonna take you in the room suga' lock you up in love for days
We gonna be rockin' baby, 'til the cops come knockin'

Papa gonna have to leave a message on the telephone baby
There won't be no stoppin' me 'til the cops come knockin'
Gonna take you in the room suga' lock you up in love for days
We gonna be rockin' baby, 'til the cops come knockin'

'Til the cops come knockin'
'Til the cops come knockin'
'Til the cops come knockin'
'Til the cops come knockin'

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If You Want To - Lyrics - Lucky - Melissa Etheridge

Title: If You Want To
Album: Lucky
Artist: Melissa Etheridge
Composer(s): Melissa Etheridge

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Lyric:
Hello, yes it's what I said, I guess I thought that I was dead
So I just called you from my bed, to say hello
You see I've got this funny notion
Life is only just an ocean, I've been drowning in emotion

Now I'm swimming back to shore
And I'd like to talk to you

If you want to, you can call I'll be around
If you want to, you can write this number down, if you want to
If you want to, leave a message at the tone
If you want to, you can call me here at home, if you want to, I'll be alone

So now I've called, this is been a couple days
Okay seven this I know but I've been moving kinda slow
And so I called, oh, it must be so appalling if you think
That I've been stalling, this is me now I am calling

And I'm better than before
And I'd like to talk to you

If you want to, you can call I'll be around
If you want to, you can write this number down, if you want to
If you want to, leave a message at the tone
If you want to, you can call me here at home, if you want to, I'll be alone

Don't you wanna know, don't you wanna be
Someone who takes a chance on a fool like me
Staring at the door, starin' down the hall
Waiting my whole life just for you to call

Hello, yes it's what I said, I'm breathing I'm not dead
I'm waiting here now in my bed, and I'd like to talk to you

If you want to, you can call I'll be around
If you want to, you can write this number down, if you want to
If you want to, let your fingers do the walk
If you want to, I've got hours I can talk, if you want to, if you want to

If you want to, leave a message at the tone
If you want to, you can call me here at home, if you want to, I'll be alone

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Leave Your Name - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Leave Your Name
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
You have reached R. Kelly
Unfortunately I'm asleep
Been out partying all night
And I'm blasted off that Hennessey

I hop to hotel lobbies
Going to them after-parties
Throwing up and carrying on
'Bout to have somebody drive me home

I get through the door, fall on the floor
Get up, I'm staggering
Look upstairs
Shit is blurry because I'm real bent

And now I don't know whether
I'm coming or going
And this goes out to all of my
Honeys that's calling

Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

Smoking on some trees or
Having a little sex or
If I'm not faded or
Making a baby

(Would you please, yeah)
Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

(Said if)
Blowing on trees
(I'm not)
Having some sex
(Having sex, yeah)
If I'm not faded or
Making a baby

Drinking Belvedere, 7-Up, and gin
I told myself never again
Sleeping while the club is crunk
Don't make no sense to be that drunk

Arguing through the night
Pushing on people and starting fights
I was fucked up, I confess
People saying Kellz is a hot mess

Even after that I was taking shots
Shot after shot
Shot after shot then
I couldn't even open the door to my Benz

Dropped off and I get in the door now
Lying on the stairs snoring now
Why you calling me, calling me, calling me?
(Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up Kellz)

Why you calling me, calling me, calling me?
(Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up)
But I'm knocked out on sleep

So leave your name right after the beep and I'm
(Please leave your name, right after)
Sure to get back with you
(Yeah)
If I'm not asleep or
(No)

Smoking on some trees or
(Smoking on trees, yeah)
Having a little sex or
(In the middle of having sex)
If I'm not faded or
(Yeah)
Making a baby
(Won't you please)

Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
(Right back)
If I'm not asleep or

(Call you back)
Blowing on trees
(Oh yes I'll call you back)
Having some sex
(I'll call you back)
If I'm not faded or
(I'll call you back)
Making a baby

When the morning comes and I'm sober
And everything is cool
I'll check my message
And I promise to get right back with you

And if you think I'm screening calls
You're mothafuckin' right
That's for the haters
I return calls to all the girls I like

So leave your name right after the beep and I'm
(Leave your name)
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

Smoking on some trees or
Having a little sex or
If I'm not faded or
Making a baby

Just leave your name right after the beep and I'm
(Right after, right after)
Sure to get back with you
If I'm not asleep or

(I'll call you back)
Blowing on trees
(Oh yes I'll call you back)
Having some sex
(I'll call you back)
If I'm not faded or
(I'll call you back)
Making a baby

So leave your name right after the beep and I'm
Sure to get back with you
(Sure to get back with you)
If I'm not asleep or
(If I'm not asleep)

Smoking on some trees or
(Smoking on some trees)
Having a little sex or
(Having some sex)
(I'm not faded)
If I'm not faded
(I'm making a baby)
Making a baby
(Got to leave your name)

Leave your name right after the beep and I'm
{Damn, 200 missed calls}
Sure to get back with you

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Oh, What A Time To Be Me - Lyrics - Randy Travis

Title: Oh, What A Time To Be Me
Artist: Randy Travis
Composer(s): Randy Travis, Don Schlitz

Lyric:
I'm sorry you're feeling so lonely
I know how hard it can be
You lost your one and your only
You told her you had to be free

You say that you think she's found somebody new
Who gives her the love that she needs
Well, it's safe to say, it's a bad day for you
But oh, what a time to be me

You say that you just had to call her
To tell her you knew, you were wrong
You're thinking you mis-dialed her number
Just because I answered the phone

I hate to be the one to have to break it to you
But you got it accurately
Now it's safe to say, it's a sad day for you
But oh, what a time to be me

Remember those kisses, you used to receive
They sure feel good on my cheek
And now that you mentioned it, I can't believe
That anyone could ever leave a love so sweet

Well, I truly hope that we can still be friends
It's hard to find a buddy like you
And you're more than welcome to call me again
But right now I got something to do

And oh by the way here's a message for you
Would you mind returning her key
There's somebody else that she's giving it to
And oh, what a time to be me

Remember those kisses you used to receive
They sure feel good on my cheek
And now that you mentioned it, I can't believe
That anyone could ever leave a love so sweet

Now I truly hope that we can still be friends
It's hard to find a buddy like you
And you're more than welcome to call me again
But right now I got something to do

And oh by the way here's a message for you
Would you mind returning her key
There's somebody else that she's giving it to
And oh, what a time to be me

Yeah, it's safe to say it's a sad day for you
But oh, what a time to be me

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Quiet Money - Lyrics - Az

Title: Quiet Money
Artist: Az
Composer(s): Animal T Carroll, Tyrone Fyffe, K Walker

Lyric:
This is quiet money fo life, understand huh
This is quiet money fo life, TBS huh
Get it right, huh

This another one street stressing
Keep pressing, he's guessing
Please I'm in the cut wit a bottle she's blessing
Where I been that's the key question?

Niggas yelling keep repping
I must to left some kind of deep impression, peep the essence
I speak in lesson if you seeking reference
Never leave ya weapon

See me if you need connections we insessing
Built aggression only brief accession
I mean my niggas filled wit flexions
So believe he's resting, leave the message

Fuck wit me niggas would be you breathless, leave you naked
I keep it gully like the Visa Question we perfect this
That's probation got us extra hating
No explanation for the murders just rap-a-lations recreations

This rap shit got us celebrating
Like we saving, we in hell with satan
Jails are waiting smell probation, serve time got us telemaking
Legendary now niggas can't tell me nating
(Nothing)

Yo, at fourteen my hot ass was chasing bitches
At fifteen my brother told me get them digits
Told me every penny count nigga hit them trinches
Don't floss to hard don't burn no riches

Don't trust no bitch if ya doe is heavy
And don't smoke with her if the blunt rolled already
No ass betting if you show it you betta blast it
Math class on the corner yeah I past it

Die right now take twenty from you bastards
Fuck it throw a fifth of Henny in my casket
Never got my ass kicked, never had a pitbull
I just went to high school with the clip full

First nigga act get a clip full
Mama raised me but the streets made me
Rum got me hazy chasing this cream
Fuck a dollar in a dream hundred grams and a thro team

And I'm gone make the block work
So's reing me up got the hood on clockwork
Bedstuy nigga you know it's on
Gotta flow so strong, you could put it in a bomb

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

Jump out the drop top
Catch you why you copping at that weed spot
Speak not you know them bitches be your weak spot
I'm in the trinches that's where y'all niggas scared to come at

Where all the guns at
Where my shorties flip them ones at
That's where my son's at
You speak of war but you don't want that

I blew the timbs out and blow the GS wit the rims out
I air your bens out baby moms and her friend's out
I knock a lens out, I bring the boys and the mens out
I leave you lace up, you paralyzed from the waste up

I'll fuck your face up, when I finish tossing cakes up
I'm eating the kris up, I iced the finger, neck and wrist up
If it's a mix up, look at all the ones that I fix up
I mean, I fucked up, fuck around you getting stuck up

Press ya luck up, back this motherfucking truck up
I'm 'bout to black out, it's up to me to close this track out
I pull the mack out, I blow your chest and your back out
And knock the glock out, air this whole fucking block out

I knock a cop out, fuck a high school drop out
Attempt murders, two to sixty on a cop out
I'm fucking with my nigga's up north on a lockout
The M A S A, you run your mouth we smack the tast out
We blow your face out, pay the judge to throw the case out

Check the game and the cats that play in it
Quiet money youngest lieutenant
Yeah world it's been a minute, I'm in it
To my heart stop or blood touch the concrete

Beyond deep, these streets got me gripping my heat
Losing sleep, breaking day sling crack to fiends
W.D. forty to sixty having backwards dreams
The cash the cream from the cradle to the casket green

Got the game tied up we the nasties team
We flash we steam if it's on then we mash your beam
Yellow tape the sidewalk and leave a nasty scene
Your back is spling ya brain, face and chest get sprayed

The desert the miss the spot when it bust your way
We touch we lay in the streets it's a must we play
We cook, we chop bust pots down and clust the way
From light to day it's only right that we cock and spray

We speeding on could spot a snake from a block away
I told you a what the game need is a change of speed
Visualize the realism
I'm a dangerous speed

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

When I die, I'm gone go in fashion, guns blasting
Cash inside coffins, memories get lost when you die
The legacy is eye for an eye
But overall I will survive nigga

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The Right Road Home - Lyrics - Jann Arden

Title: The Right Road Home
Artist: Jann Arden
Composer(s): Jann Arden Richards, Stephanie Bentley

Lyric:
Show me the way and I'll go
Give me a sign so I'll know
Put me back on the right road home
Right road home

Leave a light at the door
Keep a boat by the shore
Send a message with your heart

Let me sleep in your dreams
Like a sweet memory
Let the loneliness be gone

Show me the way and I'll go
Give me a sign so I'll know
Put me back on the right road home
Right road home

I can picture us now
Squinting into the sun
Holding onto every moment

Hand in hand, in a field
And it almost seems real
I could swear, I heard you calling

Show me the way and I'll go
Give me a sign so I'll know
Put me back on the right road home
Right road home

The right road home
The right road home
The right road home
The right road home

Leave a light at the door
Keep a boat by the shore
Send a message with your heart

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Favor For A Favor - Lyrics - I Am - Nas

Title: Favor For A Favor
Album: I Am
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): B Jordan, Nasir Jones, Leshan Lewis

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Lyric:
Yo Nas
I don't think they wanna fuck with this
Gangsta shit, for sure
(Danger, danger)

Check it out
It's on, and once again I bring niggaz the rough
Fuckin' with us, that get you motherfuckers touched
Hit in the darkest alleys, where the super sports rally
Beatin' up the block, leavin' these motherfuckers shot
They ain't ready for the Nakamici
I flip this shit like I'm Kamaneze

Now dey a motherfuckin' see me
They try to breeze me, but I got niggaz in New York
Comin' Kama-kize, sparkin' this shit that keep me off the heezee
Jay-Hovah, he with my man came over
To scoop me, blowin' dukey, in the black Range-Rover
Nasir, tell these motherfuckers what we came for
Tell these niggaz why we here

Nuttin' but the New York to Texas connection
Nuttin' but some real shit, what y'all expected
Spaz out, some times dreamin', think I'm awoke
Harsh realities of life, hit me after I smoke
Money satisfy half of my mood, then there's a part of me
That's distant, quiet, the most dangerous side of me

I'm twisted like, Dr. Death, Kevorkian
Flip shit, white gun handle, made of porcelain
My, Houston niggaz, come through for niggaz
Scarface get a call and we shootin' niggaz
Favor, for a favor, that's how we do business
Tryin' to make future figures, we two are the illest, what?

You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)

You say you got a problem? Then tell a nigga where he at
So I can study his motions and peel his motherfuckin' cap
Where his brother go to school at? Find out some more information
About that bitch and hit a nigga right back
'Cause when it come down to the come down
I'm a pull the motherfuckin' plug on him
Walk up to his face and then gone
Set a example, send these hoes a little message

They need to be more careful who they mess with, don't even stress it
Leaded, I pull these capers all the time
With the ugliest AK, I blow his motherfuckin' mind
Him and whoever standin' by, I'll tell these niggaz, "Let's go"
And then we fin' to ride, and he fin' to die
He fin' to die, throwin' up his own blood
With a slug in his motherfuckin' mug
I do this outta love, 'cause your money ain't no good here
Just consider that as favor, until I need a favor

You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)

A killer code, secret untold, how we bury beef with a rose
To his wake we send a wreath that explodes
Beneath us sleep with the reaper, they sleep eyes closed
That's how real Brad Jordan keep it, to him I owe
Five fo-fo's ready, five masks, five machetes
Attack them like Freddie, then we toastin' over spaghetti
I share withcha drama, you share with mine
That's how we killin' two birds at the same time

Send my enemy's ear, I'll send your enemy's finger
With a pinkie ring, that's just a present my nigga
Either way the heat is grave, fuck with face we bring war
Either, you feel these bullets or the Texas chainsaw
Not for popularity reasons, but for the love of the art
And you my heart, I leave casualties bleedin'
'Cause we keep it death for a death, life for a life
Murder for a murder, and I got you it's vice versa

You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
You wet who I want wetted, I'll wet who you want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)
I'll wet who you want wetted, you wet who I want wetted
Any nigga can get it
(A favor for a favor)

(A favor for a favor)
(A favor for a favor)
(A favor for a favor)

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Double R What - Lyrics - Eve-Olution - Eve

Title: Double R What
Album: Eve-Olution
Artist: Eve
Composer(s): David Styles, Jason T Phillips, Eve Jeffers, Jesse Bonds Weaver, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
What up what up what up, yeah!
Eve, let's do it again!

Yeah, it's the ghost Jada and Eve
I squeeze my shit, I don't wave it and leave
Y'all motherfuckin' extra lame
Here's the game, when I shoot seeds, your man can catch your brain

He looked a hero when he drove the taxi in the hallway
Shootin' niggas down if they clothes is tacky
Get an 18 or brick and my clothes is khaki
And the Porsche got a glass roof

The blunt got a live purple haze in it, little bit of hash too
See me when I pass through, fuck around and I'ma blast you
Do what I have to, tryin' to get my math too
I leave a message, ain't a phone I use

I call my niggas, bat 'em down, they bones I bruise
Leave 50 niggas dead, niggas know my groove
Another 20 more engine niggas know my tools
I got a gun, you need to stand fo'
Fuck you bring yo' man fo'?

S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

I gave you the best flows
On top of that, I even made niggas set goals
I wanna know how many bullets can your flesh hold
Thirty-two, or whatever the tech holes

My dirty crew rather hawk you to death rather than talk you to death
'Cause listenin' is like livin' when yo' talkin' is death
So y'all better start readin' before you start bleedin'
And the odds was against us before we got EVE-n

Niggas in the hood don't give a fuck if you rich
Or drunk with the Prince C.D. own, bumpin' a kiss
Nigga frontin' I get my you in the pump kinda hot out
Hit the button put the roof in the trunk

Play the block with the Royal Blue 45 and make your mouth leak
Can't fuck with NY, get my diesel from South Beach
You ain't got a ride, getchu a cab
Ya' bitches is mad, Eve got the shit and smash, uh

S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

I'm a savage bitch
Ain't nobody gettin' close to this
And ain't nobody flipped and wrote the shit
And can't nobody sit and coach this shit
You feelin' lucky? then aproach me, shit

I'm like the glass, you just the coaster bitch, under me!
You wanna make it ugly, can't do nothin' 'bout it
Angry at the public, buggin' me
Rat bitch, pot bitch, hungover hot bitch
Wantin' all that money, fuckin' gettin' in that rock, shit

Scared of who? Huh, we goin' get rid of you
Climbin' the walls wit' gimmicks, that shit is pitiful
Dawgs close by me, so why try me
They wan' cop me but they too sloppy

Damn, I gotchu stuck in a box
You feelin' trapped, got your stomach in knots
'Cause I ain't lettin' go, I keepin' it locked
I know you gettin' mad 'cause your luck's up
Plus I'm a purebread, baby, I don't fuck with mutts
Come on!

S be the ghost, Double R What
First come the hawk, then next come the toast
K to the R, Double R what
Send mad cowards on they way to Allah

E V E, Double R What
First lady, I just point, they squeeze
Ryde or Die, Double R What
Better keep your hammer right by your side

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Valkyrie Missile - Lyrics - Angels And Airwaves

Title: Valkyrie Missile
Artist: Angels And Airwaves
Composer(s): Thomas Delonge

Lyric:
Can you hear me out there? I can hear you
I got you, I can hear you over
I really feel strange
I wanna wish for something new

This is the scariest thing I?ve ever done in my life
Who do we think we are? Angels and Airwaves?
I'm gonna count down till 10:52
I can see the sun coming over the horizon

Can you hear me?
The one thing we're good at is destroying
Afterburn
I think you can blow them up and believe

I want to wish for something new
This could be big, it could destroy a nation
Burn 'em up
I'm coming along

Everyone, everyone will listen
Even if it hurts sometimes
If you will come and hear the message
Everyone wants to learn to love again

Open up and come alive
If you will can you hear my message?
Leave your pain on the bedroom floor again
Bring a smile to survive

And do you think that you have it in you?
If you're here and you're all alone tonight
Then I'll give you a free ride
Take a chance 'cause I know you want to

If only you'll hold on, just hold on
I'm here and I'm with you
I'm here too, I feel you
We'll get through, I know this, I've seen it

A hundred times, a thousand times
Just one more time
With you and I, I'll pull you close
And then we'll say goodbye

Go a lot, oh, hell of a lot to say
Even if it hurts sometimes
And if you will come and hear the message
Everyone, everyone will hope and pray

That the best will sure survive
And if it's true then you'll feel the message
A perfect life what a perfect brand new day
We're the next in line

And do you think that you have it in you?
So if you're here and your curious tonight
Then ill give you a free ride
Take a chance 'cause I know you want to

If only you'll hold on, just hold on
I'm here and I'm with you
I'm here too, I feel you
We'll get through, I know this, I've seen it

A hundred times, a thousand times
Just one more time
With you and I, I'll pull you close
And then we'll say goodbye

This is it
Who would've thought it would've turned out this way?
This is the closest thing to a mission I've known
I've never seen anything out here like this
Alright, I'm coming back around

It feels like we're moving faster
The thresholds about to give
We'll leave after the explosion
Who do we thing we are? We're Angels and Airwaves

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