Left, Right, Left - Lyrics - Drama

Title: Left, Right, Left
Artist: Drama
Composer(s): Alphonso Jordan, Lorenzo Jordan, Demetrius L Stewart, T Cook

Lyric:
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

Y'all niggas ain't ready for this 350 my Chevy
24/7 top drop brains ripped out, disappear like I'm Makaveli
187 Timberland boot disposing of these leather gloves
Ski mask on with a Chinese chopper and the ammunition to start a war

M I M I L I K about face double time to the rear
Nobody move till I say get ready to ride no need to cry
Hope y'all niggas ain't scared to die
You can die in here we handlin' thangs
A T L A N T A G A that's where I stay, march

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

On the grind handlin' mine on that shit til my dyin' day
Keepin' it real, keepin' it trill, never catch me without that steel
Godby Road is where I trap, puttin' in work like a 9 to 5
Stay game tight, left on right, all my troops stay tru alright

T I G H T to the T 2 D E F that's me
P A P E to the R C H A S and E
And that's until my D to the Y I N G D A Y
Now get your gats and get on up and come on join my infantry

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

A T L A N T A G A that's where I S T A Y
Until my D to the Y I N G D A Y back to that
A T L A N T A G A that's where I S T A Y
Until my D to the Y I N G D A to the motherfuckin' Y
Forward march

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step
Keep it in step, keep it in step

Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step
Left keep it in step, keep it in step
Forward march

1, army, 2, tight military, 3, grenade my
4, 5 still a bustin', 6, rounds 'cuz I'm trill with this
7 mo' for the busta in the blue suit
8 choppers and they filled with troops
9 seconds 'foe you lose ya life
10 automatic firin' weapons
Now get on up, get on up, get on up

Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up, right, left
Left, left, left, left, left, right, left
Get on up, get on up, get on up
Forward march

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Grindacologist - Lyrics - Back to Basics - Beenie Man

Title: Grindacologist
Album: Back to Basics
Artist: Beenie Man
Composer(s): Anthony St. Aubyn Kelly, Maurice Gregory, Orville Burrell, Dale Chester Smith, Moses Anthony Davis

Lyric:
Zagga, well I am di surgeon general

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Mi nuh waan nuh gal if a nuh mi alone a hype
Mi nuh waan nuh gal weh only look good at night
Move over girl from she nah move right
Gal weh caan wuk nuh waan dem inna mi sight

Gimme some a dem, gal weh ever look bright
Face ever ready, coochie ever tight
Always ready wah, fi di videolight
Hotty hotty girl a fi mi type, so wah

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin' light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Pop dung gal a fi cuss mi seh mi soft
Now waist mi back one dem deh back
Go dung pull dung caan walk inna mi park
Who a try resurrect and a look fi jump start

Bed buss certain gal a fi cuss mi seh mi sly
A hot gal mi work wid all day all night
Or when certain gal jook mi unda gun point
Mi still a draw fi di gal dem weh cute and tight

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

March out from mi notta than yuh competita
Di ting wey yuh have a one man a get it yah
Nuh portion a man can come sweat inna
[Incomprehensible] set dat a yuh God bless yah

[Incomprehensible]
Full length a di hand yuh nuh waan nuh finga
Dats why mi haffi request yuh Trina
Cau mi like mi low mile hitch pon yuh meta

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

I want me a mean green marine
All them lovers are sex machines
Hey Mr. Lover, won't you fight for me?
Come and be all that you can be

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Mi nuh waan nuh gal if a nuh mi alone a hype
Mi nuh waan nuh gal weh only look good at night
Move over girl from she nah move right
Gal weh caan wuk nuh waan dem inna mi sight

Gimme some a dem gal weh ever look bright
Face ever ready, coochie ever tight
Always ready wah, fi di videolight
Hotty hotty girl a fi mi type, so wah

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

Mi have two hot girl inna mi bed tonight
(Left, right, left, right)
Work dem from night till a mornin light
(Left, right, left, right)

Dem seh dem waan di doctor to treat dem right
(Left, right, left, right)
So di Grindacologist sex a mi all night
(Left, right, left, right)

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The Pendulum'S Promise - Lyrics - Bizaar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Pendulum'S Promise
Album: Bizaar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
What did I do? Tell me, tell me what did I do?
Tell me nothin'! I did nothin' wrong! Tell me, nothin'

Look at that guy over there, he's so skinny
He'd probably suck my dick for a penny
That's fuckin' nasty, what kinda bitch does he get
The kind that smells like shit with a scabbed lip

Pushin' all that trash in his shopping cart
Musta smoked himself into a retard
No shoes thick-ass calloused-up toes
Frozen boogers all up under his whisky nose

The motherfucker's ass is prolly molded shut
Bet he's got tadpoles livin' on his butt
I fuckin' don't understand these people
No kinda class, somebody needs to beat they ass

I wanna tell him, "Get the fuck off my block"
I wanna beat his face in with a rock!
He ain't good for shit, but bringin' our property down
Draggin' his funky ass around

He's starvin', sportin' a pair of Troop sweats
Hands dried and cracked up like the Sahara
Wantin' everyone's affection
Wait a minute, that's me, I'm lookin' at my own reflection

Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on and on
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on and on and

Where the fuck is this bitch, she makes me sick
I'm guessin' right now, she's got a mouth full of dick
I know she fucks on me, who needs proof
She prolly kisses me with dick hairs on her tooth

I bet she fucks people in my own bed
He wears my slippers while she's givin' him head
Look what I do, I get away with it
What the fuck makes me think that she ain't never did it

Last time I beat her ass wasn't shit
Fat lips ain't nothin', this time I'm breakin' somethin'
Shes gonna learn not to gimme any hassle
I'm the king, I make the money, I work at White Castle!

I'm the one who failed in life
I'm the one who takes it out on my wife
She don't cheat, who am I tryin' to fool
I shoulda done this to myself long ago
(Boom!)

Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on and on
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on and

This is the third time you've come before me
You think you're the shit, you wanna ignore me
I told you last time I'd put you away
I don't give a fuck what you say, obey me

I am the overseer, a special being
Raise when I walk in the room, me and God are a tag team
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
I could say it all day

I swear to God, you say one motherfuckin' thing to me
I'll put you away
I might not be God but I'm the next best thing
Honor your honor, hail me as a king

You die, he gets life, she pays, he's free
See your destiny is all up to me, all rise, you heard it, loud and clear
But today, I take a load off in that electric chair
I chose to play God, and judge you well
Now I'm the one thats been sentenced to hell

Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on and on
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on and

Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on and on
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on and

Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on and on
Swing left, swing right, swing left, swing right
Swing left, swing right, swing on, and on and
...

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Out That Boot Camp Clicc - Lyrics - Mind of Mystikal - Mystikal

Title: Out That Boot Camp Clicc
Album: Mind of Mystikal
Artist: Mystikal
Composer(s): Leroy Edwards, Ronald Jones, Michael Tyler, Wilson Williams

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Lyric:
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

Left, right, left
Left, right, left, rasiride
Left, right, left follow around soldier! (Left, right, left)
One time march! (Boot camp clicc)
Company! (Left!)
OOOOOOOOOOO! HOOOOO

It's strictly representing about the boot camp
Got to find, got you runnin that train
The M-16 A2 the nine millimeter beretta BANG
You better be dressed for wet weather soldier it's cold as North Dakota
I'ma do whatever whatever to run your muthafuckin' ass BACK TO THE FLOOR
Rock and roll ya' I'ma show ya' blocked and hoed ya' rock and roll
Dirty round clip, FLESH GONE DIP
Shoulda turn and get you fixed the booby trapped shrimp
I dropped p's and q's and c's on you MC's
Wait and hit the road STAND BACK PLEASE
Banger and the ranger I dropped king cobras
On your canteen and smoked all the rolls
On the cash train buy it who drives
5 Meter hittin' single file counter
You in my sights you gonna DIE
You on it tight get your head thaaaaat's RIGHT
All you dying on the left still struggling for survival
(I hope you got your bible) BITCHI GOT MY RIFLE

Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

I hope you know nobody can take me
Handle my business I'm in this the winter
You fuck the menace and you will be tasting my tennis
And when I get finished you be needing a dentist
I'm ready to end this niggas defenseless when I be laying that shit down
Hold up, where the fuck you going? Nah nigga don't quit now
Reachin' up under your shirt like you got a strap but you ain't using shit
FUCK bringin' out guns I'ma start drowning niggas
Like Susan Smith cause youz the bitch making me believe
You other than a BITCHCOCK it's drama time and I'm playin
The role of a black ALFRED HITCHCOCK
B double O-T C-A-M-P better be known
Where the best lay now what the fuck that camp like
(It's for life ess-say) I got my glock locked the fuck down
And I'm still gonna be pullin' a plug
Much love to my niggas that's full off the buzz I say what up 'cause
I buzzed off the suds partna' I does what I want to
You tink your pretty C-A-T smart don't you
That first step's a loo-loo and I'm too through
So chill bailin' straight from the five-oh-four
So slow your roll and recognize the real

Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

It's a runway from home can't escape the killin
Feel ready to peel casket feel for real
Twistin' the night away AK's the weapon
Step into the darkness this nigga be heartless
With the still feel me as I duck your guts upon a corner
Down for the funk smell the aroma death I'm on ya
Erase your blood stains ghetto train like a pit
Survival kit marks the beast nigga triple six
Minus one up out the chamber, endangered species
Be me when I'm in anger rearrange your structure
Bustin' at you bustas USA to Russia
Fuck you never trusta' bitch I'm out that boot camp

Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
Bitch I'm out that boot camp clicc
I got my rifle and my rocks see
I got my rifle and my rocks see

Company (left!) Grrrrrrrr hooooo
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight! Hee! (Forward)
(Mystikal )
Forward MARCH! (Move Left)
Left. go left
Left. go left
Left. go left
Left. go left
Left, left inch left
Go left right just right
Go left, left double it down go left right left
Left, left, left, left, left

Big Rob been chillin'
Black Menace aaaahh aaaahh aaaahh heeeee

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Left Right - Lyrics - Push the Button - Chemical Brothers

Title: Left Right
Album: Push the Button
Artist: Chemical Brothers
Composer(s): Anwar Thomas Owen Rowlands, Edmund John Simons

Lyric:
Left right, left right, left right, left right
Left right, left right, left right, left right
Left right, left right, left right, left right

All my soldiers march
All my people march
All my soldiers march

All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me
All my soldiers march with me

He laid on his back, his firearms by his side
Hearin' no sound, just watchin' the fireworks in the sky
I walk by, look down, he's still smiling 'cause he?s done fightin',
A fallen soldier now his war?s over

Don?t matter which side is wrong or right
Some innocent lives will be lost on the battlefield tonight
So hungry to kill, only his death can curb his appetite
Live ammo hit the flesh and it feels so right

I've embellished my life, now God please tell me
Is this what death?s like? His death in a sense, kept his innocence
Heavy hearted spouse clingin' on to anything intimate
That she can find around the house

What?s the difference between Bush and Saddam?
Sheik Ahmed Yassin, Osama Bin Laden or Idi Amin, Fidel Castro
It seems to me they on the same team
They hate only leads to innocent blood streams
If it?s so important for us to fight for mankind
Well I don?t see none of they kinfolk out there on that front line

And I?m a soldier, right here hip-hop
With my guns by my side, ready to ride till I die
And I?m a soldier and you can see it in my eyes
Even when the man dies, they say a soldier never cries

And I?m a soldier until the day they take my life
All my soldiers march with me
Left right, all my soldiers march with me
Left right, I thought I told you, this is the story of a soldier

Stand up, stand up, stand up
Stand up, stand up, stand up

US stand up, UK stand up, France stand up
Spain and Portugal
Germany stand up, Slovakia stand up, China stand up
Palestine, Kosovo
Ghetto World stand up

This is a live nigga PSA
From the one and only ghetto bullhorn
Come to warn you, there?s a war goin' on outside
And you can?t run, you can?t hide

Left right, left right, left right, left right

All my soldiers march
All my people march
Ghetto funk march

Whole world march
All my soldiers march
All my people march

Left right, left right, left right, left
Left right, left right, left right, left

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Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid - Lyrics - Hall &Amp; Oates

Title: Some Things Are Better Left Unsaid
Artist: Hall &Amp; Oates
Composer(s): Daryl Franklin Hohl

Lyric:
I feel like I could run away
Looking at a darker day
Oh, I'm pulling the shades away from my eyes
It's true, the moody manners come and go
And it's better that you never know

Some things are better left unsaid
Some strings are better left undone
Some hearts are better left unbroken

Some lives are better left untouched
Some lies are better off believed
Some words are better left unspoken

My ideas seem to frighten you
Are you really that afraid to move?
Oh, I guess that it's your right to reason
I'm still dealing with a force that's so strong
The force is stringing us along

Some things are better left unsaid
Some strings are better left undone
Some hearts are better left unbroken

Some lives are better left untouched
Some lies are better off believed
Some words are better left unspoken

You're living a lie, yeah
There's [Incomprehensible] say

Some things are better left
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things
Some things are better left unsaid

Some lies are better
Some things are better left unsaid
Some hearts, better
Some things are better left unsaid

Some lies are better
Some things are better left unsaid
Some things are better left
Some things are better left unsaid

Some strings
Some things are better left unsaid
Some lives are better
Some things are better left unsaid

Some hearts, better
Some things are better left unsaid
Some lives are better
Some things are better left unsaid

Some things are better left
Some things are better left unsaid
Some strings
Some things are better left unsaid
Some lives are better
Some things are better left unsaid

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Holding Hands - Lyrics - Downset

Title: Holding Hands
Artist: Downset
Composer(s): Rogeli Lozano, James Morris, Roger Ramirez, Roy Z Brian Neal Schwager

Lyric:
Gentle you were in your first presence
Hazel to brown eyes embraced innocence
We dressed each other in colors of intrigue
First words to each other sang comfort's melody

Childlike was your first gracious allurement
Her offering hands touched mine in content
Laughter filled the air illuminated portraits
Silence was the moment that gave dawn to this kiss

Elation shined off our vivid souls, in waves of euphoria
Emotions were thrown. sunshine's fire in embodied eyes, so
Full of truth and when we held! we held tight.

Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless

I felt her image sorrowed face nods to the ground
Grey clouds suffering was her sound
She screamed deep, but desire claimed her collapse
Gone to nothing then her frigid mask

Her own remorse, her lifeless companion, tongue stained
In duplicity's song, gentle hands stifle, I perishing suffering
This isn't her! this could never be her

Diminishing, forsaken all, I
Offering entirety, left empty to cry
She cried with me! Danced with me and kissed me
She was filthy in lies, gentle, always

Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
Lifeless! I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless

Watch me rise

I say you left me, I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
I say you left me, I say you left me, I say you left me lifeless
Lifeless! Lifeless! Lifeless! Lifeless! I say you left me

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Mute - Lyrics - Sinner - Drowning Pool

Title: Mute
Album: Sinner
Artist: Drowning Pool
Composer(s): Stephen Benton, Michael Jay Luce, Christian Joseph Pierce, David W Williams

Lyric:
Shouldn't have that far to go
(That far to go)
The less you think the more you know

It seems the dream is impossible
It seems the dream is impossible
It seems the dream is impossible
Never made a difference so why should you
Promise me you won't look at me

There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left

There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left

No matter how hard I try
The lonely one refuses to die

Someday I will be a better man
Someday I will be a better man
Someday I will be a better man
Never made a difference so why should I
Promise me you won't look at me

There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left

There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left

Promise me you won't look at me

There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left

There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left here to talk about
There's nothing left

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I Left My Wallet In El Segundo [Vampire Mix] - A Tribe Called Quest - Lyrics - The Fatboy Slim / Norman Cook Collection - Fatboy Slim

Title: I Left My Wallet In El Segundo [Vampire Mix] - A Tribe Called Quest
Album: The Fatboy Slim / Norman Cook Collection
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): George Chambers, Joseph Chambers, Lester Chambers, Willie Chambers, Johnathan Davis, Brian Keenan, Ali Shaheed Muhammad, Malik Taylor

Lyric:
I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got, got to get it

I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got, got to get it

My mother went away for a month-long trip
Her and some friends on an ocean-liner ship
She made a big mistake by leaving me home
I had to roam so then picked up the phone

Dialed Ali up to see what was going down
Told him I pick him up so we could drive around
Took the Dodge Dart, a '74
My mother left a yard but I needed one more

Shaheed had me covered with a hundred greenbacks
So we left Brooklyn and we made big tracks
Drove down the Belt, got on the Conduit
Came to a toll, we paid and went through it

Had no destination, we was on a quest
Ali laid in the back so he could get rest
Drove down the road for two-days-and-a-half
The sun had just risen on a dusty path

Just then a figure had caught my eye
A man with a sombrero who was four feet high
I pulled over to ask were we was at
His index finger, he tipped up his hat

"El Segundo," he said, "My name is Pedro
If you need directions, I'll tell you pronto"
Needed civilization, some sort of reservation
He said a mile south, there's a fast food station

"Thanks, senor", as I started the motor
Ali said, "Damn, Tip, why you drive so far for?"
When he said why, I said we gotta go
'Cause I left my wallet in El Segundo

I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got, got to get it

I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got, got to get it

Anyway a gas station we passed
We got gas and went on to get grub
It was a nice little pub in the middle of nowhere
Anywhere would have been better

I ordered enchiladas and I ate 'em
Ali had the fruit punch
When he finished we thought for ways to get back
I had a hunch

Ali said, "Pay for lunch" so I did it
Pulled out the wallet and I saw this wicked beautiful lady
She was a waitress there
Put the wallet down and stared and stared

To put me back into reality, here's Shaheed
"Yo, Tip, man, you got what you need?"
I checked for keys and started to step
But what do you know, my wallet I forget

I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
I gotta get, I got, got to get it

I left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Left my wallet in El Segundo
Come on let's go

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Cupid Shuffle - Lyrics - Cupid

Title: Cupid Shuffle
Artist: Cupid
Composer(s): Bryson Bernard

Lyric:
New Cupid, time for a change
Cupid shuffle, Cupid shuffle
Cupid shuffle, Cupid shuffle
(New style)

Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(We got a brand new dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(New style, yeah)

They say I'm a rapper and I say no, come on
They say what you doing, tryna do some Zydeco
I just let the music come from my soul
So all of my people can stay on the floor

They got a brand new dance, you gotta move your muscle
Brand new dance, it's called the Cupid shuffle
It don't matter if you're young or you're old, here we go
We gone show you how it go

To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick
Now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself
(Let me see you do)

Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(A let me see ya do the Cupid)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance, come on

Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(Let me see, let me see ya do the Cupid)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(Do the shuffle baby yeah)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance

To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick
Now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself

To the right, to the right, to the right, to the right
To the left, to the left, to the left, to the left
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick
Now walk it by yourself, now walk it by yourself

Now you see what I'm talking about, oh
I represent for the dirty south
Where we're known for swinging out
I'm gone show you what I'm talking about

Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(A let me see ya do the Cupid, shuffle the Cupid Cupid shuffle)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(The Cupid shuffle, the Cupid Cupid shuffle)

Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(Here we go)

To the right, the right, the right, the right, the right
The left, the left, the left, the left, the left
Now kick, now kick, now come on baby kick
Now walk it by yourself, walk it by yourself
(Now walk wit it)

To the right, to the right, to the right, the right, the right
The left, to the left, to the left, the left, the left
Now kick, now kick, now kick, now kick
Now walk it by yourself, walk it by yourself

And do the Cupid shuffle
(Now let me see you do the)
Cupid shuffle
(Now let me see you do the)
It's ya boy Cupid C U P the I the D
Mr. Fat on the track, got another hittin' beat

Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(Come on, come on)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(Let me see you)

Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(Do your dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance

(New style)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(We got a brand new dance)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(We got a brand new sound)

(New style)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(We got a brand new feel)
Down, down, do your dance, do your dance
(We got a brand new style y'all)

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To The Left - Lyrics - Crucial Conflict

Title: To The Left
Artist: Crucial Conflict
Composer(s): Corey Johnson, Marrico King, Willie Hutchinson, Ralph Leverston, Wondosas Martin

Lyric:
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

I was born to be a pimp
Ain't lovin' no hoes, never no half-stepping'
Never caught on my square
So there, when I ride I pass my weapon

Whoever want to go to war, better come fully equipped
When I grip my clip thats it, I'm on some gangbangin' shit
In my hood gotta slang, gotta bang
Was the knowledge I (unverified) to the left side

Went under [unverified] walkin'
Well, hangin' on the curb puffing herb
Straight hustlin' night and day, gotta get my nine
Strappin' up my glock and hoody, I'm lookin' for goodys on your block

This is a stick up, don't make it no limit let's pick up
(Nigga)
You can get up, get lit up, pussy motherfucka
You best to give it up to the right, that's them niggas conception
But thats cool, get your money but I'm gone break it to the left

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

They said this nigga wasn't gone come up
Just run up wit his bad ass
I'ma tell ya momma, daddy did it with the flu
And I thought you knew it, bitch

Comin' from the CHI, bang my shit to the left side
Homicide a double in the drive-by, come out run by nigga gone die why?
I was only fifteen years old, never handlin' a vice lord steady growing
I learn my shit from the niggas comin' up in that county whoa

Blastin' at the niggas on the other side
Picking up the trigger when you come up right?
Ain't no love what love got to do with it
When you be slappin' them ugly bitches

Bitches gone get you caught up, fighting over them hoes
She be giving up the pussy left and right
I could've fucked that hoe last night
Rolling down the block, I be the mack and playa of the set

Fourty-five automatic if you want to get off your chest
Shoulda broke it to the left man

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

Listen up, I heard some mothafucker said that they want some static
Lets grab them automatics, I'ma let you bitches have it
For fuckin' wit' the wrong motherfucker
That you thought you had you a trickhead

Run up on a goddamn Lunatic, one slick so you want the dub shit
And your whole click ain't shit to me
Try to play these games with the C O L D
Bustin' caps in ya ass going fifty miles fast

Know you hoes can come and see me
'Cuz it don't mean shit, I'm ready to turn it on any time
Specially when I come to shoot
I'm a loon and I'ma have that damn nine

Only you some nigga dying
To hell wit' his momma and them and all that crying
Nigga shouldn't did what he did now he's a dead ass clown
Another nigga that wont make it in this world man

Played himself to the right
And that shit wasn't right, now its a damn shame
Should've broke it to the left man

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man

Could it be that a nigga want to play game
And the game done already been played
Trying to get with this gangbangalistic shit
For your homies in they grave

Had to think about murder but you couldn't go deep
So get ready for tha street sweeper, going to be a cold creeper
When you told the playa pimp I'll beat ya
And a nigga like me was always in the game

'Cuz I kept my shit tight, niggas talkin' 'bout we used to fight
Nigga used to get they ass [unverified]
And it's still the same up in the CHI
Thats where my nigga rose dwell, bustin' butts up in they face
On the murder case, bring they bullet proofs wit mace

And you we was all good, comin up, getting paid
Smokin' on a fat sack, gat to the left
Lay back in the cut drinking Tanqueray
Pimpin' I think I'll never do

To the right thats tight but I'ma stay
In the cradle, if ya able
Break it to the left man

Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
Shoulda broke it to the left man
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Down [Lords Of Acid Power Remix] - Lyrics - Manipulated - Gravity Kills

Title: Down [Lords Of Acid Power Remix]
Album: Manipulated
Artist: Gravity Kills
Composer(s): Matthew Dudenhoeffer, Douglas Firley, Kurt Kerns, Jeffery Scheel

Lyric:
I'm your fear, I'm your monster
What's hiding in your shadow? Is it taking what's left of you
Now take me, now lead me from you
Now take me from the light that's dying in your eye

I'm finding out what's left of you, you're burning out
What's left of you? Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now what's left of you
What's left of you, what's left of?

See no fear, speak no evil
Are you screaming out to no one as you fall down a mountain of pride
I feel you, my eyes wide open
I feel you, do you think you can save yourself in time

I'm finding out what's left of you, you're burning out
What's left of you? Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now what's left of you
What's left of you, what's left of?

What you see, what tears into you
Behind the wheel that leads you, are you facing a truth that won't die
Now take me, now lead me from you
Now take me from the light that's dying in your eye

I'm finding out what's left of you, I'm finding out what's left of you
You're burning out what's left of you, you're king of doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now, what's left of you
What's left of you

What's left of you, you're burning out, what's left of you
Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now, what's left of you
What's left of you, what's left of?

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Down [Praga Khan Jungle Remix] - Lyrics - Manipulated - Gravity Kills

Title: Down [Praga Khan Jungle Remix]
Album: Manipulated
Artist: Gravity Kills
Composer(s): Matthew Dudenhoeffer, Douglas Firley, Kurt Kerns, Jeffery Scheel

Lyric:
I'm your fear, I'm your monster
What's hiding in your shadow? Is it taking what's left of you
Now take me, now lead me from you
Now take me from the light that's dying in your eye

I'm finding out what's left of you, you're burning out
What's left of you? Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now what's left of you
What's left of you, what's left of?

See no fear, speak no evil
Are you screaming out to no one as you fall down a mountain of pride
I feel you, my eyes wide open
I feel you, do you think you can save yourself in time

I'm finding out what's left of you, you're burning out
What's left of you? Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now what's left of you
What's left of you, what's left of?

What you see, what tears into you
Behind the wheel that leads you, are you facing a truth that won't die
Now take me, now lead me from you
Now take me from the light that's dying in your eye

I'm finding out what's left of you, I'm finding out what's left of you
You're burning out what's left of you, you're king of doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now, what's left of you
What's left of you

What's left of you, you're burning out, what's left of you
Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down now, what's left of you
What's left of you, what's left of?

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Down - Lyrics - Gravity Kills

Title: Down
Artist: Gravity Kills
Composer(s): Matthew Dudenhoeffer, Douglas Firley, Kurt Kerns, Jeffery Scheel

Lyric:
I'm your fear, I'm your monster
What's hiding in your shadow?
Is it taking what's left of you

And now take me and now lead me from you
And now take me from the light that's dying in your eye

I'm finding out what's left of you, you're burning out
What's left of you? Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down, now, what's left of you?
What's left of you? What's left of?

See no fear, speak no evil
Are you screaming out to no one
As you fall down a mountain of pride?

I feel you, my eyes wide open
I feel you, do you think you can save yourself in time?

I'm finding out what's left of you, you're burning out
What's left of you? Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down, now, what's left of you?
What's left of you? What's left of?

What you see, what tears into you?
Behind the wheel that leads you
Are you facing a truth that won't die?

And now take me and now lead me from you
Now take me from the light that's dying in your eye

I'm finding out what's left of you
I'm finding out what's left of you
You're burning out, what's left of you?

You're a king of doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down, now, what's left of you?
What's left of you? What's left of?

What's left of you, you're burning out
What's left of you? Choking on doubt, you're choking
Way down, way down, now, what's left of you?
What's left of?

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Right To Left - Lyrics - Don't Talk Just Listen - B5

Title: Right To Left
Album: Don't Talk Just Listen
Artist: B5
Composer(s): Bryan Michael Paul Cox, Kendrick Dean, Taurian Adoni Shropshire

Lyric:
World premiere
Yeah, B5, Bad Boy, worldwide, yea
Something new, you already know
Another beat, Cox joint

Now, usually I don't really do this
I get the numbers and keep it movin'
But baby you do something to me
And I don't know what it is maybe

Maybe it's the way that you shake it
Or maybe it's the way that your mama made it
Whatever it is, I can't take it
I gotta have you in me

Your swagger, your tone
That sexy way that you walk
Girl, you wanna give it all
Give it all to you, girl

I gotta thank you mama
Can't believe you're makin' me stutter
Like I, I, I, I mean I wanna be here
I, I, I, I mean, I mean I wanna be here

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left, ohh girl

Ooh, baby girl I can't resist ha
Look how you make it go
Now, I could get used to this a
You make a youngin' wanna fall in love, yeah

Now, I can't stop myself from starin'
Ooh baby, you know just how to wear 'em
Now do it, do it shawty I dare you
Show me what you know

Your swagger, your tone
That sexy way that you walk
Girl, you wanna give it all
Give it all to you, girl

I gotta thank you mama
Can't believe you're makin' me stutter
Like I, I, I, I mean I wanna be here
I, I, I, I mean, I mean I wanna be here

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left, ohh girl

Your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I gotta see you you move right to left

Ohh girl, your body is an event, that I can't, miss
I gotta be there to see you move, right to left
I gotta see you move, see you move, let's go

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left

Ohh girl, your body is an event that I can't miss
I gotta be there to see you move right to left
I love it when it moves right to left, ohh girl

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All We Got Left Is The Beat - Lyrics - 14 Shots To The Dome - Ll Cool J

Title: All We Got Left Is The Beat
Album: 14 Shots To The Dome
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Frank Waddy, Walter Morrison, Garry Shider, William Collins, Bobby F Ervin, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
Ey, ey, check it out homie
Man, you need to get up out of this spot man
And get a job man before you get smoked man
I know you don't wanna hear it man
But, man, wait, hold up loc you've got company man
Where's my guns?

When I'm ridin' on the street I hear gunshots, rare shots
Swear crack niggas 'cause they're moms missed flips
So black man really care about politics
In the ninety's, our governments so slick

I watch CNN sometimes and I realize
They're playin' tricks on my mind
They want a man to work with his hands
Too young to die, and they don't give a damn

Rare-momma got down on her knees
But not no more, god damn it, I make cheese
I'm on the move and I'ma show and prove
You might cry to my political groove

Rest in peace, sauce brothers underneath
I love you to death while my beat's like a reef
In the middle of the night on the city streets
The only thing we got left is the beat

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Who brings guns into the USA?
And then makes sure that they come around the way
Gain the points until the whole race traps
And teach up my woman that she should call up the cops

The projects are hell, wait a, minute
There's nothin' we do but ride on top of an elevator
Say the clubs, I can't get a job
Mouth to feed, somebody's gettin' robbed

I ain't worked, but I ain't workin' for crumbs
You ever seen a man-shelter? Check out the bombs
Brother of pain, their whole lives are over
They spent every dime tryin' not to be sober

And all the ladies got bags of clothes
They'll be your long lost momma, one never knows
The streets are like a nightmare
While the presidents secretary is chillin' in his leather chair

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh

Lemon to a lime, lime to a lemon
When you need a toga-black, hire black linen
Your ripper's man applause when he can't get a job
He gets up all of his family and feels like a slob

The black women don't understand
'Cause they don't realize what it is to be a black man
In the mornin' a brother feels like a jerk
Seein' black women and white men go to work

So all women fear, the brothers ain't real
'Cause they won't give us no jobs, that's the real deal
Hold my hand while I get it all together
They don't deserve me at times of bad weather

'Cause I'ma make it out the concrete walls
And there's another way besides basketball
Let me go, let me do what I do
I'm red, black and green, then red, white and blue

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Ridin' in the street you can feel the city heat
A little bit of grass and a whole lot of concrete
Creepin' I'm standin' on the corner
And you can get robbed if you wanna

Paybacks a mother on the street
You're seein' gold teeth, ya hearin' funky beats
Brothers ride by real slow
You get leary when they got tinted windows

Sittin' on the steps with a blunt
I'm drinkin' valentine, I wasn't raised up front
My aunt Ellie always talked about God
Tell me you never cried 'cause it's so hard
Government got a hell of a plan
But word is born they ain't destroyin' this black man

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

All we got left is the beat, is the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, huh, give it to me
All we got left is the beat, the beat, yo
All we got left is the beat, uh, give it to me

Uh, uh ,uh
Uh, uh, uh
Uh, uh, uh
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Antarctica - Lyrics - Midnight Oil

Title: Antarctica
Artist: Midnight Oil
Composer(s): Peter Gifford, Robert Hirst, Peter Garrett, James Moginie

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Lyric:
I'm a snow plow, I must now plow on
I'm a snow plow, I'm a settler's son
Well, I'm a storm cloud
(I'm a storm cloud)
Rain myself all over the place

I tell you, I'm a storm cloud
(I'm a storm cloud)
You gotta wipe that storm right off your face
(Wipe that smile right off your face)

There must be one place left in the world
Where the mountains meet the sea
(One place left in the world)

There must be one place left in the world
Where the water's real and clean, yeah
(One place left in the world)

Landslide
(I'm a landslide)
I, I'm a downhill run
(I'm a downhill run)

Well, I'm a landslide
(I'm a landslide)
Open season's, ya, it's just begun
(Open season's just begun)

There must be one place left in the world
(One place left in the world)
Where the skin says it can breathe
(One place left in the world)

There's gotta be one place left in the world
(One place left in the world)
It's a solitude, distance and relief
(One place left in the world)

There's gotta be one place left in the world
(I'm a snow plow)
There has to be one place left in the world
(One place left in the world)

One place
(I'm a snow plow)
One place left in the world

(One place left in the world)
I'm a short fuse, I'm a slow blues
(One place left in the world)
I'm a landslide hummin, I'm a downhill runnin'

There must be, there must be
(One place left in the world)
There must be one place left in this world
(One place left in the world)
Where we can be
(One place left in this world)

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El Bebe Masoquista - Lyrics - Palookaville - Fatboy Slim

Title: El Bebe Masoquista
Album: Palookaville
Artist: Fatboy Slim
Composer(s): Mike Settle, Norman Cook, Shel Silverstein

Lyric:
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up

Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up

Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up

Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up

My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up

Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up
Go, give it up, give it up

My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
My masochistic baby, went and left me
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

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