Listen Baby - Lyrics - All or Nothing - Fat Joe

Title: Listen Baby
Album: All or Nothing
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Felton Pilate, Nickolas Ashford, Michael V. Cooper, Valerie Simpson, Mashonda Tifrere, Joseph Cartagena, Kaseem Dean

Lyric:
When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

Sit back, relax, Joe Crack's back
Joe Crack's that nigga, you other niggaz love to hate on
Players keep showin' love, so players play on
What Crack's preachin' is chuuch, so niggaz pray on

Good heavens, had to wait for check seven
To adjust them fly dresses and high heel stilettos, yes
This vibe is perfect, I wonder
Maybe, that's why four's them Gods' perfect number

And you're all my angels
Victoria's Secret, [Incomprehensible] that's [Incomprehensible]
Come on, get it together
My flight lands in a half an hour, we can do whatever

When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

When you mad she's happy when she's sad, she's glad
She ecstatic to see me and she's better
Too much of y'all for me to keep happy
Still and all y'all keep callin' me daddy

I'm tryin' to change it, similar to Alaskan skies
Midnight look like the sunrise that means I
Ain't budgin', I'm still the same, same kisser
Same hugger, same Joe Crack, you love him

You do ma, admit it girl you trust him
To be back at that hotel suite crushin'
And you just in time to break me off
Before my hotel checkout time

When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

Yo, I know ma, I see your vision
Fuckin' with me is like an all inclusive private island vacation
Room service from the A.M. to the P.M.
All night crushin' this amazin' human being

Got you love struck, topic controversial
'Cause when I'm gone you're lost like that Corona commercial
I know time is money still I can't reimburse you, girl
For what you wear that's the day I reverse you, girl

You get your nails painted proper, yeah
Pull out the black Amex, I'll take you shoppin'
But when it's time to go, I disappear like Coppa
I see you next time when I decide to pop up, I'm gone

When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

When I'm all alone 'cause you're not home
All I want you to do is listen, baby
You said you'd hold me down but you're never around
Can you please just listen, baby?

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Listen Joe - Lyrics - Another Fine Day - Golden Smog

Title: Listen Joe
Album: Another Fine Day
Artist: Golden Smog
Composer(s): Jeffrey Scott Tweedy, Gary Louris

Lyric:
I touched your face, you were still warm
I took my place beside your phone
Swaying like an orphan in the breeze
Brought me to my knees

Yeah, to knock my eyes

Surprise, surprise, everyone dies
Cried and cried, you're bein' a baby
Nobody knows where we go
Listen Joe Little, drive you crazy

And no matter where you go
And no matter what is true
I will always think of you
I will always think of you

True were my plans, makes no mistakes
Packed up my bags, felt no embrace
Never found a reason I should stay
Just tell me what to say

Laughing at your lives

Surprise, surprise, everyone dies
Cried and cried, you're bein' a baby
Nobody cares where you go
Listen Joe Little, drive you crazy

And no matter where you go
And no matter what is true
I will always think of you
I will always think of you

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My Name Joe - Lyrics - Lucy Kaplansky

Title: My Name Joe
Artist: Lucy Kaplansky
Composer(s): David Waugh Massengill

Lyric:
Joe threw another tantrum
He could not to be understood
He cries like baby Samson
His English is not good

Joe's boss of the kitchen
But on the outside he knows
Low man on the totem's
Wearing giveaway clothes

Joe he fights the good fight
He wears a white uniform
The waiters are all artists
Out chasing unicorns

Joe works fourteen hours
After ten he starts to booze
He gets very sentimental
He sings the buddah blues
Oh, he sings the buddah blues

My name Joe, my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum
He has a fine and healthy son
Oh, no I'm not the one, my name Joe

On the wall by the time clock
Joe's beaming from a photograph
Someone drew across his face
The waiters began to laugh

Joe picked up a hatchet
And he tenderized the wall
And when he got through
Time clock wasn't punching anymore

The waiters ran for cover
The maitre'd began to lisp
The drunkard in the corner
Said his lettuce was not crisp

Owner called immigration
Said there's someone you should know
He's an illegal alien
And I think his name is Joe
Oh, I know his name is Joe

My name Joe, my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum
He has a fine and healthy son
Oh, no I'm not the one, my name Joe

Came the man from immigration
Said, I've got a job to do
Easy questions easy answers
Just point me to the kitchen crew

He asked Leroy from Harlem
He asked Cisco from Mexico
He asked the white trash from Tennessee
They all said my name Joe
My name Joe, my name Joe

The maitre'd he sputtered
The kitchen crew they roared
And while they were arguing
Joe slipped out the back door

On the beach Joe tries to listen
To the heartbeat of a whale
How it echoes his own heartbeat
And the distance he has sailed
Oh, the distance he has sailed

My name Joe, my name Joe
There is a king in Thailand
And he plays the jazz drum
He has a fine and healthy son
Oh, no I'm not the one, my name Joe

My name Joe
My name Joe

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Just Relax - Lyrics - Joe

Title: Just Relax
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): John E Davis, Ronnie Foster, Andre Lyon, Ali Shaheed Muhammed, Mark Pitts, Malik Izaak Taylor, Marcello Valenzano

Lyric:
This is, ya I know what this is
Listen, yo Joe, I tell them girls like this

I say my love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
Yo Joe, talk to 'em, listen, yeah

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on tonight

Look, I gotta get this money, girl
You know I gotta get this dough
'Cause I can't take us living out here
Strugglin' no more, no more, no more

Listen, baby
Your ears and your neck gotta glisten, baby
And this is crazy
But this the way it's gotta be

Baby, you're a queen
Plus I ain't fit to be a man
So the plan for me is to get the cheese
By any means, listen to me

Everything's gon' be alright
So relax yourself, baby, please settle down
Relax yourself, baby, please settle down

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now

And when we make it
I'ma fly you to the moon and back
Visit the stars, yes, you are
You are so beautiful to me, beautiful as can be
Girl, God sent you to me

You're an angel and I hope
These streets don't take me down the wrong road
We gon' make, trust in love 'cause it's amazing
Yes, it is, so please, just trust in me, listen to me, girl

Everything's gon' be alright
So relax yourself, baby, please settle down
Relax yourself, baby, please settle down

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb, listen, listen

I got one hand in the pot, other holdin' you tight
This life, girl, you know it ain't right, but we live in it
Something we're fightin' for, you know it ain't nice
It's why the chrome keep it nice for me killin' ***
I do it for us, I pray the Lord forgive it ***
One day we be out the hood God willin' it

It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice
It ain't nothin' nice now
Said, it ain't nothin' nice now

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice)

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice)

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
(It ain't nottin' nice now)
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on
My love's the bomb
Girl, you gotta put me on

Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
Relax yourself, girl, please settle down
...

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Don'T Cry, Joe - Lyrics - Frank Sinatra

Title: Don'T Cry, Joe
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Joe Marsala

Lyric:
Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go
Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

You got to realize this is the wind-up
You're gonna feel much better once you make your mind up
Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

So you lost your gal, it's happened many times before
So you sit and mope like a dope, what's that good for?
Get a hold of yourself, forget her
You lived long before you ever met her
There're lots of other girls, so I say

Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go
Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

You've got to realize this is the wind-up
You'll feel much better once you've made your mind up
Don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

Take a look around and see what you're missing
You'll soon forget your troubles, Joe, if you'd only listen
So don't cry Joe, let her go, let her go, let her go

Oh Joe

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Hello Joe - Lyrics - The Curse Of Blondie - Blondie

Title: Hello Joe
Album: The Curse Of Blondie
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): Chris Stein, Romy Ashby, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
I saw you taping thunder from your balcony
Saving the sounds
Don't trust your memory

I see you catch the lightning
Hold it up so you can see
Through the open windows
Looking down at me

Let's wake the roosters
Nighttime's gonna go
We'll walk and talk years of
Before the light begins to show
Let's wake the roosters
Nice to know you Joe
Let's wake the roosters
Hola Joe

Catch the sunrise in a glass
If you turn your back you'll miss it
Coming up real fast

Set your trap for nighttime
You lie down in the dark
Listen to the thunder
Listen to my heart

Let's wake the roosters
Nighttime's gonna go
We'll walk and talk yeaars of
Before the light begins to show
Let's wake the roosters
Nice to know you Joe
Let's wake the roosters
Hey-ho ola Joe

Caught you in the rain
It took you by surprise
I'll take you home and dance with you
Until your clothes are dry

Place your finger on my pulse
I'll keep the sign of you
Keep it nice and close

And when I feel the Breath of spring
On my face
I know the silent sound of you
Won't be erased

Let's wake the rooserts
Nighttime's gonna go
We'll walk and talk years of
Before the light begins to show
Let's wake the roosters
Nice to know you Joe
Let's wake the roosters
Hey-ho ola Joe

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Murder Rap - Lyrics - Jealous Ones Still Envy - Fat Joe

Title: Murder Rap
Album: Jealous Ones Still Envy
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): J Eaddy, D Stinson, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Uh oh, uh oh
Let's get it over with
Yo sound boy turn the levels up
Let's get it over with, uh
Terror Squad up in this motherfucker
Where my real niggaz at?
My Bronx niggaz, my fast niggaz
I see you Lil' Hat! Uh, Ah aha!
It's time to take it to these niggaz right here
Yeah, yo, yo

Who wanna spaz out? Crunchtime, blow ya abs out
Leave you in the fetal position, witcha ass out
Ready to mash out any crew actin' like
They the true facts of life, frontin' through the camera lights
Despite, we hold it down regardless
I got Def Jam suckin' me like, "I wish you was my artist"
For starters, who's the largest cat?
Get a hundred grand from my most garbage rap
Now how hard is that? Everything we spit be hot
Whether it's live on Flex or in front of the chicken spot
Grimed out, we really live what you rhyme 'bout

See me posted up in the Tunnel, with my shines out
Ice cold like Alaska when I pass ya
Got girls shakin', losin' they breath, as if they catchin' asthma
Headed to the bar to pop some bottles
Now we in the car headed home to rock some models
All I hear in the background is Gucci and Prada
But I'm tryin' to gas these bitches to screw me for Nada
We the best that done it, confess you fronted
Anybody wanna test how much straps, you want it?

Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

I'm from my days and legends, since age eleven
I was the cause of dope fiends catchin' AIDS infections
Most of us are dead, but the rest is locked
Runnin' in the rec room and check me out on the box
A CEO could get optioned tryin' to change the channel
It's like tryna take the flesh outta the mouth of hungry cannibals
Joe the God, the flow is hard
Known for packin' two dozen birds like Noah's Ark

I'm the realest of 'em, make you feel the pressure
Catch you at a club, smack you up, steal ya leather
You niggaz soften me, beat you out of the mix
Tough talk, tough walk, but you cry like a bitch
I see you downin' the Cris', I'm not hatin', I'm just aggrevated
I ask myself every day, how these faggots made it?
Fuck around with the don and get decapitated
I'm sick of hearin 'em souls for all the cats that made it

Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin' it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back

That's how Kenny rocks, I'm more advanced than how your learnin'
I'm like the force of space balance and planets while they churnin'
Poppin' rosary beads, piss on ya candle while it's burnin'
Rush ya widows crib and pop ya, bodies
Now I know you can feel the heat I generate
Imagine when I penetrate ya stomach, and make ya body's center bake
We can argue for days, whether it's faster to drop five shots
In ya astronaut before you cloud the stash box

Splash ya brains on ya birds' laps
Swerve you on the curb, crash the Range, and push the front skirt back
And murk after that, blurtin' curse words
Yo I popped that nigga's son one before we catch the first
I'ma kill any murderer, leave a nigga burpin' up
Blood, chokin' on chunks of his lung interior
Every verse that I spit's a personal riff
I meet a ill key frontin', I'm a murder you shit

Niggaz play me while disturbin' the Bricks
I'm like the feelin' of the first time they ever held a bird in they grip
Motivator thug, scrape 'em, shoot the bolts in his butt
Energizin 'em up, make 'em wanna open 'em up
Actin' like I can't happen till I smack him in his Adam's apple
Death to rappin', I don't wanna battle
I'd rather rush your studio session and shatter the booth
Clap at ya face, give the mic feedback the goof

Aiyyo the gangsta's back
Stop it right where you at
Let a real nigga rock real murderer rap
Tell them thug niggaz, listen to that
Gotchu feelin it hard like Joe the God's really bringin' it back

Aiyyo the kid is back
Leave it right where you at
Let a real nigga hold that, you probably won't clap
Tell them thug niggaz, move it on back
I'm feelin' tight and I'm hot
Ready to pop the crack right through your back

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Ho'S A Housewife - Lyrics - Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha - Kurupt

Title: Ho'S A Housewife
Album: Tha Streetz Iz a Mutha
Artist: Kurupt
Composer(s): Brian Bailey, Melvin Charles Bradford, Ricardo Emmanuel J Brown, Tracy Lynn Curry, Andre Romell Young

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Lyric:
Yo, this is for the bitches, he just can't tell 'em apart
So, I hollered at the lil' homey Marl
I said what the fuck man? Let's spit this nigga some game

I had a dream of hoes, I had to screen my hoes
I've seen my hoes in all kinds of clothes
Lil' almond joy, I'd sure enjoy
If you blew my balls, right through my drawers

Come down to the mansion, chill at the stop
From the way she be blowing, I know she does it a lot
I have a eight and a half, nine and three quarters
The hoes starting callin', when I start boss ballin'

Give me some head, give me some cash, give me some ass
Pass it to Daz, pass it to Snoop, or pass it to Nate
Hoes eat dick like eggs and steak

And ain't shit new, I thought you knew
I knew you would, you wish you could
Break a G down, break me down
But I'ma see you on the rebound, DP style

Now this, this, is, one of them occasions
Where the homey's not doing it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

And when it all boils down you go find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

Now there's bitches of all kinds, races and creeds
Bitches ain't shit, bitches eat dick
Take a second look, I can't stand a hoe that can't cook
While you betting on niggas, setting on niggas

And you tell 'em all this bullshit, you so in love
Hoe please, I know you didn't think I didn't, no tease
I'm a G, hoe, you should have know now
I'ma holla at you, feena get my dick blown back

And you can do the same thing, the homies don't mind
Just give 'em the word, and they'll be waiting in line
I can see right through you, do you, 'cause you want to do me
Besides right now I'm in the bitches eating coochie

Psychedelic high, bitch, real G's do it like this
And I'm coming through with a fifth of some bomb ass sticky
Just to get a bomb ass quicky, niggas like fucking hoes
That give 'em hickies, really?

Nigga that's silly, you can't make a hoe a housewife
And I ain't got to tell you twice
How could ya respect ya bitch, before you check ya bitch
Niggas like me and the homies might connect ya bitch

Got diamond studded pimp rings, hoes on the strip man
Lots of cash to get man, lots of game to spit man
It's a pimp thing

Now this, this, is, one of them occasions
Where the homey's not doing it right
I mean he found him a hoe that he like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

And when it all boils down you go find in the end
A bitch is a bitch, but a dog is a man's best friend
So what you found a hoe that you like
But you can't make a hoe a housewife

I mean, man, I found so many hoes, you know
I ran across so many hoes you know
I said, ?Yo, baby, yo, my lady, yo, my bitch?
Yo, check it out, yo, all you hoes

All these bitches now a days
I been noticing motherfuckers, man, I mean
It's like they want to set it off
But don't set it off on me, motherfucker

I ain't did nothing to you, I want to make you better
I want to include you, baby, in the program
Oh but yet in still you wanna act like a bitch, bitch
Lil' bitch, yo, if you goin' be a bitch, be a bitch

Be a bitch, be a bitch, bitch, lil bitch
I've met so many hoes, so many bitches
What's wrong with these hoes?
What's wrong with these bitches?

I'ma feena let my homeboy
Joe Montana speak to the hoes, speak to the hoes Joe
Oh my God, oh my God, Joe Montana
You know me, Joe Montana, eh listen
Joe Motherfucking tana got the hoes man

I got the fucking coochie, I got the coochie and the loochie
And I'm fucking 'em all night
Woke her up again, bitches Godi rollin' you up
I'm fucking hoes up, yeah

Ayo listen, I'm spittin' game look
Eh listen the only thing I want is you
And if I can't have you, then you can't me
And me is the world, and if you want the world

Then roll, and if you can't roll through
The worst break through the worst pop
Then yous a fucking hoe, really though
Bitch

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Hold What You'Ve Got - Lyrics - Joe Tex

Title: Hold What You'Ve Got
Artist: Joe Tex
Composer(s): Carly Simon, Joe Tex, E Wade

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Lyric:
You had better hold on
Hold on to what you got
You had better hold on
Hold on to what you got

'Cause if you think nobody wants it
Just throw it away and you will see
Someone will have it before you can count
One, two, three, yes, they will, yes, they will

Listen fellas, you know, it's not all the time
That a man can have a good woman
A woman that he can call his very own
A woman who'll stay right there at home
And mind the children while he's gone to work

A woman who'll have his dinner cooked
When he comes home
Where some men make mistakes is when they go out
And stay because they feel that no other man
Wants his woman but him, but listen

If you think no other man wants her
Just throw her away and you will see
Some man will have her before you can count
One, two, three, yes, they will, yes, he will

Ha, ha, listen girls, this goes for you, too
Because you know I've seen so many women
Who've had so many good men in life

Men who would stand by 'em through thick and thin
Men who would go to work everyday and bring home
Their hard earned pay
Men who would give their women anything that their
Little heart desired

Where some women make mistakes
Is when their men go out and let 'em play
They would stay because they felt that no other
Woman wanted him but her, listen

If you think that no other woman wants him
Just pitch him out in the streets and you will see
Some woman will have your man before you can count
One, two, three, yes, you will, yes, you will

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Let'S Just Do It - Fabolous, Joe - Lyrics - Ain't Nothing Like Me - Joe

Title: Let'S Just Do It - Fabolous, Joe
Album: Ain't Nothing Like Me
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): Jermaine Jackson, Andre Christopher Lyon, Joe Lewis Thomas, Marcello Anton Valenzano

Lyric:
You and me, girl, it's just right
So why do you deny?
How you feel, yeah, listen, girl

You should be up in my arms at night
And by my side
It's the way it should be, now listen

We can talk 'bout this forever
Or we can just do what we know is right
So let's just move on 'cause we got love to make up
Let's do it tonight, don't put up a fight

Gotta make you believe that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it

I know you can see that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it so let's just do it

Baby, you and me fit hand in glove
I'm in love, you're in love, ain't it good to be here?
All my life, girl, I've been searching for the perfect one
To be with me, could you be now, oh?

We can talk about this forever
Or we can just do what we know is right
So let's just move on 'cause we got love to make up
Let's do it tonight, don't put up a fight

Gotta make you believe that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it

I know you can see that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it so let's just, babe

Oh, oh, why deny how you really feel inside
'Cause baby, all I wanna do is love you
And I swear that it's gon' feel, babe, feel so good

Now if you be my B A B Y
I can be your P A P I
I need a girl to J me
Sorta like Beyonce did to Jay-Z
Kinda like Janet J did to JD
And maybe you could do F A B

Maybe baby trying to say we
Don't feel right in the back of that maybe
Yeah and they want to convince me
That we don't look good on the front of the Bentley

So let's just do it, dress fresh to it
SF to it with the necklace through it
Wake up in the morning eatin' breakfast to it
Or keep trying to get up on the guest list to it

J O E and they know me
Keep figures, keep **** on the J O B, yeah

Gotta make you believe that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it

I know you can see that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it

Gotta make you believe that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it

I know you can see that
You and me together would feel so good
Best believe it so let's just do it

Let's just do it
Let's just do it
Let's just do it

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Happy Ending - Lyrics - Joe Jackson

Title: Happy Ending
Artist: Joe Jackson
Composer(s): David Ian Jackson

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Lyric:
I'm in a movie
Where boy meets girl
What happens to me
In this brave new world

Do I listen to my heart?
Do I listen to my head?
Do I look at what I see
Or remember what I read?

When I tell you how I feel
Do I wonder what I've said?
Is there nothing
We can do about it?

Anyone, anyone can be
So hard hearted
But everyone, still everybody
Wants a happy ending

It's not so easy
It's '84 now
How tough must we be
To ask for more now

Do I listen to my head?
Do I listen to my heart?
Do I try to feel the same
As I feel when we're apart?

Do I think about the end
When it's only just the start?
Is there nothing
We can do about it?

Anyone, anyone can be
So hard hearted
But everyone, still everybody
Wants a happy ending

I get so scared when I see
The evidence against our case
Each movie so far this year
Ends up with someone crying
Or even someone dying

Do I listen to my head?
Do I listen to my heart?
Do I try to feel the same
As I feel when we're apart?

Do I think about the end
When it's only just the start?
Is there nothing
We can do about it?

Anyone, anyone can be
So hard hearted
But everyone, still everybody
Wants a happy ending

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Lean Back (Remix) Fat Joe - Lyrics - Fat Joe

Title: Lean Back (Remix) Fat Joe
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Remy Smith, Scott Storch

Lyric:
I don't give a 'bout your fault or mishappenin's
We from the Bronx, New York thing happens
Kids clappin' love to spark the place
Half the on the Squad got a scar on they face
It's a cold world, and this is ice half a mil' for the charm, this is life

Got the phantom in front of the building Trinity Ave
10 years been legit they still figure me bad
As a youngin', was too much to cope with
Why you think, B-X nick-named me, Cook Coke

Should've been called Don, robbery, extorsion or maybe grand Larceny
I did it all, I put the pieces to the puzzle
This long, I knew me and my peoples was gon' bubble.
Came out the gate, on some flow Joe fat with shotty was the logo kid.

Said, my don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
Now, lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

R to the Ezzy, M to the whizz-I, my arms stay breezy
The Don's stay flizz-I, got a date at 8, I'm in a 740'fizz-I've
And I just bought a bike so I can ride til' I die
With a matchin' jacket, 'bout to cop me a mansion

My Squad in the club, but you know they not dancin'
We gangsta, and gangstas don't dance, we boogie
So never mind how we got in here with the burners and hoodies
Listen we don't pay admission, and bouncers don't check us
And we walk around the metal detectors and there really

Ain't a need for a VIP section in the middle of the dance floor
Reckless, check it, said it, like my necklace, started relaxin'
Now, that's what the hell I call a chain reaction
See, money ain't a thing , we still the same , flows just changed
Now, we 'bout to change the game

Said, my don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
Now, lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

Now we livin' better now, Gucci sweater now
And that G4 could fly through, any weather now
See haters get tight, when you worth some millions
That's why I sport the chinchilla to hurt they feelin's

Your can find Joe Crack at all type of
Out at Vegas front roll on all the fights and
If I would've brought Compton, they'd prolly squeel
'Cause half these rappers dead broke like dirick fa' real

If you cross the line damn right, I'm gon' hurt you
These even made gang signs commercials
Even Lil' Bow Wow throwin' it up
B2K crip walkin' like that's what's up

Kay keep tellin' me to speak about da Rucker
Matter of fact, I don't wanna speak about da Rucker
Not even Pee-Wee Kirkland could imagine this
My champ Pee didn't have to play to win the championship

My don't dance
We just pull up our pants and, do the Roc-away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back
I said, my don't dance
We just pull up our pants and do the Roc-away
Now lean back, lean back, lean back, lean back

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Mrs. Callahan - Lyrics - Meet Joe Mac - Joey Mcintyre

Title: Mrs. Callahan
Album: Meet Joe Mac
Artist: Joey Mcintyre
Composer(s): Emanuel Kiriakou, Joey Mcintyre

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Lyric:
Mrs. Callahan, is Paul Michael home
I can see the light on in his room
Mrs. Callahan, is he all alone
You say he needs to change his attitude

Can he come out to play?
He didn't make school today
And I wonder why he never wants
To do the things you say

Did he blame you today?
Said you made him that way
If you could only see he's just like you

Mrs. Callahan, does it hurt to know?
You might have got it all wrong
Mrs. Callahan
(Mrs. Callahan your son)
Don't you let him go
He'll be gone before too long
(If you would only listen, I know that he would listen too)

Can he come out to play?
He didn't make school today
(I know that he would listen too)
And I wonder why he never wants
To do the things you say

Did he blame you today?
Said you made him that way
If you could only see he's just like you

How'd ya let him get so out of hand
He was just a kid, Mrs. Callahan
You can try and say you did the best you can
Who you gonna blame, Mrs. Callahan

How'd you let him get so out of hand?
He was just a kid and I know that he would listen too

Can he come out to play?
He didn't make school today
(I know that he would listen too)
And I wonder why he never wants
To do the things you say

Did he blame you today?
Said you made him that way
If you could only see he's just like you

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Shit Is Real Pt. Iii - Lyrics - Loyalty - Fat Joe

Title: Shit Is Real Pt. Iii
Album: Loyalty
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Cartagena, S Harris

Lyric:
Slow motion, baby
Tell you what I see through these eyes
All we do is speak the truth, yeah
Shit is realla then real, yeah
Shit is realla then real, ain't it?

My true niggas walk wit me, yeah
They ride wit me
Would you cook pies wit me now, ya heard?

Lord, I keep hollerin', I hope You listenin'
How come I'm still stressed an' even though the squad's glistenin'?
Why You had to take Pun, someone so young?
Had so much more to live for, as real as they come

Dead man can't talk
That's why You're hearin' one side of the story
But did they tell You how he provided for forty?
Family members, grandmas to shorties
Even my seeds ate off the big homie

How could You deceive Your kids like that
Make 'em believe they dad wasn't worth jack?
Listen to the facts as The Don pours his heart on this track
How could I just stand there an' not react?

An' I'm just about sick of all you sideline niggas
You know, do anythin' for the limelight niggas
I'm defendin' your honor, my brother from anotha Momma
I never thought I'd see the day they tried to send you [Incomprehensible]

Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed

The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you an' end up with your wifey
I've seen it all, that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard?

Fuck the flu season, nowadays it's sue season
Can't even go to the clubs an' show my people love
'Coz soon as shit pop off an' niggas knuckle love
Niggas accusin' me of fuckin' 'em up

I'm like, "Hold up, ain't they supposed to be dogs?"
Part time live niggas, dabbelin' drugs
See a rapper think of a lucrative deal
But you'se a bitch if you choosin' to squeal

It's more than obvious, you don't know a thing about honor
But what goes around comes around, you'll soon learn about karma
As for me I stay being the realest
Admired by politicians, street thugs an' killers

I keep feedin' the street but the street feed back
Is that police tryna see Joe back in green slacks?
But never dat, see, I keep long money
An' if you lookin' for dat
You'll never see a cent from me, muthafucker

Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed

The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you an' end up with your wifey
I've seen it all, that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard?

Yo, I stay grindin', everybody counted me out
Now I'm rewindin' in my summer beach house
If I'm not in the studio, I'm out on tour
Bustin' my ass to make my fans' future secure

Nowadays everybody want somethin' for nothin'
All of a sudden niggas talkin' like, "Joey be frontin'"
The hood screamin', ?Crack done changed, he don't holla?
I know now Big, 'Mo Money Mo Problems'

Jealousy's a muthafucka
Who'd a thought the same niggas you be feedin'
Be the muthafuckaz comin' for ya?
I'm not stressin', I was born a warrior
Plus I'm too big, too wise, too strong for ya

When it's all said an' done, I follow my dreams
Could have ended up dead or in jail given the scheme of things
To let you know I'm the reason you still walkin'
If I said somethin' it was me, not the liquor talkin', muthafucka

Shit is realla then you think, man, you must not know
It takes a lot to walk a day in the life of Fat Joe
The place I'm from, MTV don't wanna film
Just a simple dice game will get a muthafucka killed

The ghetto ain't a place that you wanna take lightly
Same cat that'll spill you an' end up with your wifey
I've seen it all, that's why I've picked up the pen
To keep your boy from servin' life in the pen, ya heard?

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So Hot - Lyrics - All or Nothing - Fat Joe

Title: So Hot
Album: All or Nothing
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Robert Kelly, Marcello Valenzano, Joseph Cartagena

Lyric:
Sexy girl, you know that I like you
(I like you, baby)
Sexy girl, you know that I will
Do anything under the sun for you

If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)
If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)

If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)
If you let me

Ladies, gentlemen, gangsta's and killers
I'd like to welcome y'all to this Terror Squad thriller
Staring me Joe Crack, da realist
And ma you can get a seat, forget wat cha friends have seen

They tell you please he's a celebrity
He ain't tryin' start something, he's into menaju crushin'
But she ain't tryin' hear nuttin' fears nuttin'
But ha impulse is scared money don't make nothing

Plus she love da way da cashmere touch ha
How da lights bounce off da ice, this dude hear is frontin'
But you love it though, everybody in hear know
A million niggaz tried to holla, a million niggaz wasn't Joe

I see you across the club, the way you move ya body
Slow motion wit' me, dip it low and put ya body in da roles wit' me
Forget cha problems and sit back and roll through da tolles wit' me
Now listen to the R flow wit' me

Sexy girl, you know that I like you
(I like you, baby)
Sexy girl, you know that I will
Do anything under the sun for you

If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)
If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)

If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)
If you let me

Now we dun need no rutines because we up off in my jeep
Doin' things to make us hot to recline on these soft leather seats
Girl, you got my emotions up and now we beat it up
Touchin' and feelin' on each other now I'm like, "Wass up?"

Now break da doors, let's roll, let's roll come on
let's hit da club, let's roll, let's roll, come on

We got them cute chicks, party chicks, stripper chicks
We got them money chicks, good chicks, hot chicks
We got them vip poppin' bottle, model chicks
We got them ride or die, down foe wateva chicks

We gunna do it up in hear till around six
And we gunna be puffin' on dat L till around six
And yeah I fuck wit' dis collabo 'cuz it's magik
Kellz, Terror Squad, Joe still thuggin'

Sexy girl, you know that I like you
(I like you, baby)
Sexy girl, you know that I will
Do anything under the sun for you

If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)
If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)

If you let me
(I can get you hot, hot, hot)
If you let me

I love da way you dancin' out those clothes mama
Come and roll wit' me on 24's mama
Get you to the spot and it's wateva mama
Now let's drop da top 'cuz we 'boutta make it hot, hot, hot
We about to make it hot hot hot

Keep it goin', now come on
Keep it goin' now come on
We 'bout to make it
We 'bout to make it

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Ride Wit U - Lyrics - And Then... - Joe

Title: Ride Wit U
Album: And Then...
Artist: Joe
Composer(s): D Brown, Carvin Haggins, Ivan Barias, Frank Romano, James Rayshawn Smith, C Lloyd

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Lyric:
Everybody say
Yeah, it's 50 Cent an' Lloyd Banks
An' Young Buck an' Joe, G Unit

Baby, I wanna rock 'n' roll, wit Joe to the come up
An' still hit them blocks an' I'm sold
Wit you, can you picture, me and you none of your friends
No crew? We gonna do whatever you wanna do

I'll take ya mind off whatever you goin' through
Just sit back an' relax to the sound of the sax
I'm hood but that don't mean I ride around wit the rats
I work an' make ya lose a couple pounds in the sack

Look at what we got right here, such a work of art
Someone I'll give my heart, do anything, it's what I'll do
Just so that she would be mine, I give her all my time
Every part of me my mind, soul an' my body, what's up?

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I'm the type that just don't care, if it's you I want
Then I'm gon' come an' get you an' see
What's really good wit you
Please believe I'll take you there
But first let's see if your intellectual matches up
Wit your physical, baby

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

Come on an' ride wit a thug, we can do what you like
A baller, baby, you see the blue in my eyes
Drop the top an' let your hair blow back
Them J Lo jeans, girl, that ass so fat

Buck know just what to do wit all that
Chest to chest, so I'll hit it from the back
I do it like a pro, won't nobody know
Let's pop some Mo' ride an' listen to Joe

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I just wanna let you know
That ooh, you're so beautiful
An' that nothin's impossible
The places that we can go

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

I wanna ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna fly wit u
Ride wit u, life wit u
I wanna move wit u, move wit u
Move wit u, I wanna ride

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She Wanna Know - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: She Wanna Know
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): Joe Budden, Joseph Kuleszynski, Barry White

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Lyric:
I'm 'bout to say some shit to you
I might need you to answer back top

Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
I ain't gotta come home and see that
Let me talk to you for a minute

I wanna know
I wanna know
I believe I know
You'll be my baby, baby

Let me talk to 'em

First off, all the questionin', I thought we was above that
We got some time and act like you wish to jerk that
C'mon don't tell me that we already endin'
And fuck I need to cheat on you for I'm already winnin'
It's like, "I wanna know", if I gotta exit them tensions
Callin' her names, tryin' to make her feel like less of a woman
But nah, picture I shady, won't lie and say I don't lie
Once or twice maybe, forever you my lady my

You gorgeous, but it's more than just your hips that talk
It's, [Incomprehensible] but want more
It's how we laugh, you know shall we not
My better half slash your eyes, the vibe we got
It's like, "I wanna know", if I'm real in a deal and then
She wanna know if I feel how she feelin'
And real when I'm dealin', please believe boo
Won't deceive you, it's not just a want, I need you

I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
You my girl, my wiz, my life
I need to know he'll always be me baby
You my heart, my all, my wife
I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
You my girl, my wiz, my life

Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
And I ain't gotta come home and see that

It's like, "I wanna know", if I'm at some other broad's
Laughin' in bed, she got it all mapped in her head
Ma, I'm all 'bout, you and me
But you slowly losin' me when you keep accusin' me
I know why you be askin' where I came from
Nothin' wrong with arguin' but we havin' the same ones
Either you gon' ride out or you gon' spoil it
Either you gon' take a shit or get up off of the toilet

It's like, I wanna know, if I be lyin' to her
Or if I think these other birds finer than her, so
So when your man's on the road, he don't see you
I don't want the sex to be the only thing that keeps you
I give you my all, just holla at me if you want more
You tired of hearin 'bout me talkin' 'bout a jump off
You my girl, my wiz, my life
Ma we can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns ma

I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
You my girl, my wiz, my life
I need to know he'll always be me baby
You my heart, my all, my wife
I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
You my girl, my wiz, my life

Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
And I ain't gotta come home and see that

It's like, I wanna know, if my career catches fire
Out of all the woman in the world, why her?
Hold up now you gettin' mad at yourself
Just take a look in the mirror, be proud of yourself
How many times I gotta tell ya, boo you all that I got
How many times I gotta tell ya, be secure in your spot
I understand so I can't knock it, but I'm your man, stop it
Checkin' my 2 way, and goin' through my pants pockets

It's no need, you my girl, my wiz, my life
Look ma, you my heart, my all, my wife, and you pissed
'Cause you know other chicks would love to smash your man
I tell 'em I'm alright, I take pride in that I'm your man
Your friends keep tellin', you ain't shit
I done been through this before baby, same shit
Long as we know what we got, we can carry on boo
We can't go wrong ma, listen to the horns, ma

I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
You my girl, my wiz, my life
I need to know he'll always be my baby
You my heart, my all, my wife
I wanna know if you'll always be my baby
You my girl, my wiz, my life

Bad enough that the mic give me feedback
And I ain't gotta come home and see that

My girl, your wiz, your life
Your heart, your soul, your wife
I will be everything to you, oh baby
I wanna know, if you'll always be my baby

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The Profit - Lyrics - Me Myself & I - Fat Joe

Title: The Profit
Album: Me Myself & I
Artist: Fat Joe
Composer(s): Joseph Cartagena, Khaled Mohammed Khaled, Dwayne Carter

Lyric:
We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

I'm New York's livin' legend, the streets know me well
Stand in the line of fire, it's gonna to be hell
You're dancin' wit the Devil, tonight's your last night
Picture me, Lil' Eazy E, pistol fahrenheit

L.A. County, got work in Slawson
We get it poppin' back to Roxbury in Boston
The streets love me, see they named me Coca
We the Puerto Rican version of La Costra Nostra

You can find me in the kitchen with my apron on
Somethin' like a chef, yeah, I get my Raekwon on
Joey, the mayor, I get ki's to the city
And I got 'em cheap, the whole hood could come with me, nigga

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

I'm gettin' money, I'm the President Junior
And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'
And everybody that's around me will shoot ya
And nigga, my band let 'em blow like twofers, yeah

Clap, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em
Cook, I got 'em, I g-g-got 'em, I got 'em
And in the hood, they call me 'Weezy, The Future'
If listen close, my nigga, you might see the future

Young Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at?
Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at?
I'm strapped up, plenty bullets, nigga, hold that
Now you steppin' out in led shower, where your robe at?

I knock your earth off, damn, where ya globe at?
Fuck the coach, I keep shootin' like Kobe
The money knows me better then anybody
Bitch, I'm paid, forget about it

I'm sittin' in the Coupe wit the titties outted, the nipples chrome
Or that big black thing wit the slippers on that bullshit
Dippin' on them bitches, get off dick, you soft pricks
I'm from New Orleans, homeless but don't forget

The sun even shines on dog shit
And dog, I've been hustlin' since the day I was barkin'
I walk in this bitch like what it do
The money home, stop hatin', get your money on, nigga

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

This year All Star Weekend was off the chain
Literally niggaz comin' off wit them chains
Put the devi to his chest, homey going die tonight
Then his jaw dropped like Napoleon Dynamite

Jack boy, I been since I'm a toddler
My dad was sleepin', I was runnin' through his pockets
Oh yeah, you ready for war, then what's stoppin' you?
I hope you know them Bentley doors' not chopperproof

And they go bratatat just like them bullets dancin'
Come up short wit my dough, I'm 'bout to pull a Manson
Take your kids for ransom, yeah, it's payback
Next time I front you some birds, you better pay crack

What? Shit, I don't know nothin'
He might be the police comin' up with assumptions
All I know is this nigga here is about to meet God
If you don't bring me some ki's or bring me 50 large

We gettin' money, man, I'll show you how to turn profit
In the hood, they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
First you cop it, then you cook it, then you chop it
What the fuck, boy? Bitch ass niggaz, they can't stop us

We turn a profit, p-p-profit, the profit
We makin' profit, p-p-profit, profit
Yeah, in the hood they call me 'Joey, The Profit'
If you listen close, my niggaz, you bound to see a profit

Profit, p-p-profit, the profit
Profit, p-p-profit, the profit
Profit, p-p-profit, the profit
Profit, p-p-profit, the profit

Yeah, it's Coca, baby, coke season
Young Money Weezy, Terror era
Gotta be Novocaine on this motherfucker's shit ones
Yeah, nigga, brrat

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