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Saturday, August 21, 2010

Living A Little, Laughing A Little - Lyrics - John Hiatt

Title: Living A Little, Laughing A Little
Artist: John Hiatt
Composer(s): Linda Creed, Thom Bell

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Lyric:
Laugh everyone at the clown
He's the best one in town
Ride on his merry-go-round
Spinning faster than sound

Laugh as the funny man cries
Though his makeup is smeared
Laugh at his funny pictures
As he paints out the years

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Laugh everyone at the fool
With his heart in his hand
He can't quite understand
That he's less than a man

[Incomprehensible]
There's an ember of pride
Watch how he tries hard to hide
That he's dying inside

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy
Living just a little, laughing just a little
Ain't easy

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Thursday, August 5, 2010

I Wanna Learn A Love Song - Lyrics - Harry Chapin

Title: I Wanna Learn A Love Song
Artist: Harry Chapin
Composer(s): Harry F. Chapin

Lyric:
I come fresh from the street
Fast on my feet, kinda lean and lazy
Not much meat on my bones, and a whole lot alone
And more than a little bit crazy

The old six string was all I had
To keep my belly still
And for each full hour lesson I gave
I got a crisp ten dollar bill

She was married for seven years
To a concrete castle king
She said she wanted to learn to play the guitar
And to hear her children sing

So I'd show up about once a week
In my faded tight-legged jeans
With a backlog full of hobo stories
And dilapidated dreams

She said, "I wanna learn a love song full of happy things"
She said, "I wanna learn a love song, won't you let me hear you sing?"
She said, "I, I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play"
She said, "I, I wanna learn a love song before you go away"

So I tried to teach her a couple of chords
And an easy melody
But it always turned out she'd rather listen
To my guitar and me

I could hear her old man laughing in the den
Playing stud poker with the boys
While I sang so soft in the living room
Too scared to make much noise

I came one week and the den was dark
And she met me at the door
And we sat on the couch and we sang and talked
Till I could not sing no more

The silence kept on building
Her eyes grew much too wide
And I could her both of our heartbeats
But there was no place to hide

She said, "I wanna learn a love song full of happy things"
She said, "I wanna learn a love song, won't you let me hear you sing?"
She said, "I, I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play"
She said, "I, I wanna learn a love song before you go away"

Well, I guess you know what happened
God, I, I never been so clean
Yes, I feel like I'm working in a Hollywood movie
Or living out a good bad dream

And all them pinup girls in that tinsel world
Never touched me like she can
It took another man's wife in the real world life
To make this boy a man

She said, "I wanna learn a love song full of happy things"
She said, "I wanna learn a love song, won't you let me hear you sing?"
She said, "I, I wanna learn a love song, I wanna hear you play"
She said, "I, I wanna learn a love song before you go away"

I guess you know I stayed

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Monday, August 16, 2010

Theo And Weird Henry - Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Title: Theo And Weird Henry
Artist: John Mellencamp
Composer(s): John Mellencamp

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Lyric:
Henry worked at sears or somewhere, Theo did, too
They both got themselves a van together 1972, Ford
Drove around all night long playing music very, very loud
Big noise, all the time little legends in a little town

Moments of time they shared together
Moments of time between two friends
Standing on street corners with shirts unbuttoned
There was a moment in time they swore
They were friends to the end

Couple of wild boys
They told me they could hear the grass grow
Theo used to say, "Hey Henry, man
I'm screwin' this cat, you're just holdin' it"

I never knew what they was talking about
But they laughed like they both thought it was funny
Theo and weird henry went chasing after something
And neither one of them believing in nothing

Moments in time they shared together
Called themselves, 'The He-Man Women Lovers Club'
Throwin' pop bottles against the wall just to get some attention
There was a moment in time they swore
They were friends until the end

Theo's out there living it up doing a little earth shaking somewhere
Henry sent a postcard from a better place
But I can see them both sitting there laughing and breathing
And I can still see that smile on weird Henry's face

Moments in time they shared together
Moments in time between two friends
Dancing on that old van with their shirts wide open
And that was a moment in time they swore
They were blood brothers until the end

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Saturday, August 14, 2010

Who Knows - Lyrics - Under My Skin - Avril Lavigne

Title: Who Knows
Album: Under My Skin
Artist: Avril Lavigne
Composer(s): Chantal Kreviazuk, Avril Lavigne

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Why do you look so familiar?
I could swear that I
Have seen your face before
I think I like the way you seem sincere
I think I'd like to get
To know you a little bit more

I think there's something more
Life's worth living for

Who knows what could happen?
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah

How do you always have an opinion?
And how do you always find
The best way to compromise?
We don't need to have a reason
We don't need anything
We're just wasting time

I think there's something more
Life's worth living for

Who knows what could happen?
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day

Who knows what could happen?
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

Find yourself
'Cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Who are you?
Find yourself
'Cause I can't find you
Be yourself
Who are you?

Who knows what could happen?
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day

So you go make it happen
Do your best
Just keep on laughing
I'm telling you
There's always a brand new day

Who knows what could happen?
Do what you do
Just keep on laughing
One thing's true
There's always a brand new day
I'm gonna live today like it's my last day

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

It'S All How You Look At It - Lyrics - Tracy Lawrence

Title: It'S All How You Look At It
Artist: Tracy Lawrence
Composer(s): Georgia L Middleman, Melvern Rutherford Ii, Dave Berg

Lyric:
A little boy on a big jet plane
Taking off in the pouring rain
They're bouncin' 'round like a basketball
He says, Mama what if we fall?

She looks in those big scared eyes
Son, think of it like a circus ride
Next thing you know he's laughing out loud
Saying do it again as the wheels touched down

I guess it's all how you look at it
You might see more than the side that your seeing
Turn it upside down and shake it up a bit
It could be a good thing
It's all how you look at it, yeah yeah

Businessman playing air guitar
He always dreamed he'd be a superstar
Quits his job and starts singing at night
Is he giving up his living or taking back his life?

I guess it's all how you look at it
You might see more than the side that your seeing
Turn it upside down and shake it up a bit
It could be a good thing
It's all how you look at it

You've got your opinions and I've got mine
Can we agree to agree at some of the time?
A glass half empty is a glass half full
And that's what makes life beautiful

I guess it's all how you look at it
You might see more than the side that your seeing
Turn it upside down and shake it up a bit
It could be a good thing
It's all how you look at it
(All how you look at it)

You might see more than the side that your seeing
Turn it upside down and shake it up a bit
It could be a good thing
It's all how you look at it, yeah yeah

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Friday, August 13, 2010

It'S Gangsta - Lyrics - Real Talk - Fabolous

Title: It'S Gangsta
Album: Real Talk
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Dwight Myers, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Khaled Khaled, S Barnes, John Jackson, J Olivier

Lyric:
It's gangsta
That's how it be and it's gon' stay
(Y'all know who)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC
(Y'all know who)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
Gangsta
(Y'all know who)

I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale prices on weed or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz nigga
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does
(Woo, hah)
They love me just because I'm in the Gallardo
Laughing like Ricky Ricardo
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)

With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between
Pimps and hoe-hounder's
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good

It's gangsta
That's how it be and it's gon' stay
(Y'all know who)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC
(Y'all know who)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
Gangsta
(Y'all know who)

God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me
And I wouldn't change it for nothing
I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin'
But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin'

It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag bitch

It's gangsta
That's how it be and it's gon' stay
(Y'all know who)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC
(Y'all know who)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
Gangsta
(Y'all know who)

I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine
Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine
Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine
Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine

But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
Oh, no thank ya, I earned my key
My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo, I told y'all from the start and now
(Y'all know who)

Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down
These creep's speed up
Cali bringin' peeps and weed up
I'm coming through with a bunch of girls
That'll deep a seed up
(It's a gangsta party)

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Friday, August 6, 2010

Gangsta - Lyrics - Fabolous

Title: Gangsta
Artist: Fabolous
Composer(s): Andre Christopher Lyon, Dwight Myers, Marcello Anton Valenzano, Khaled Khaled, S Barnes, John Jackson, J Olivier

Lyric:
It's gangsta
That's how it be and it's gon' stay
(Y'all know who)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC
(Y'all know who)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
Gangsta
(Y'all know who)

I'm still living la vida loca
With wholesale prices on weed or coke-a
For the hustlers, for the customers, trust the buzz nigga
It's have you makin' one of the sounds that Busta does
(Woo, hah)
They love me just because I'm in the Gallardo
Laughing like Ricky Ricardo
(Ha, ha, ha, ha)

With the 4-pounder, pretty gangsta
I'm the co-founder, I know the difference between
Pimps and hoe-hounder's
I can tell when they ain't learn to lean
They gold cups missing stones, turning green
I roll up wrist in chrome, burning green like what's good

It's gangsta
That's how it be and it's gon' stay
(Y'all know who)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC
(Y'all know who)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
Gangsta
(Y'all know who)

God was in a good mood, on the day he made me
I'm from the projects, it's the way it made me
And I wouldn't change it for nothing
I stay on point, that's 'cuz I know the danger of stuntin'
But the aim is like I'll be at the ranges or somethin'

It takes a gangsta, to know a gangsta
That's why we look at you like a stranger or somethin'
'Cuz we can tell by the body language you frontin'
And it take a little more than lettin' ya pants sag
Ya sand bag, tryna jump on the band wag
I'll put the red dot on you like a Japan flag
You need some high heels and a handbag bitch

It's gangsta
That's how it be and it's gon' stay
(Y'all know who)
That's how it be when you see me
That's how it be in NYC
(Y'all know who)
If it's me it's got to be
If it's me it's got to be
Gangsta
(Y'all know who)

I'm in the ten minutes to nine, leanin' on 'em
Like I'm ten minutes behind, fuck a hundred shots
Give me a .40 cal wit' ten in it, I'm fine
Just spray, and shit'll get you ten minute of shine
Keep a friend in it, that's ten cented for mine
Keep the rims in it, that spin in it for mine
Can't see him in it, I been tinted up mine

But you know a nigga look oh so gangsta
Oh, no thank ya, I earned my key
My name'll get you fucked up, and burners tee
That's gangsta love, from the heart
Yo, I told y'all from the start and now
(Y'all know who)

Keep it G'd up, I can't slow down
These creep's speed up
Cali bringin' peeps and weed up
I'm coming through with a bunch of girls
That'll deep a seed up
(It's a gangsta party)

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

The Loons - Lyrics - The Ringmaster - Insane Clown Posse

Title: The Loons
Album: The Ringmaster
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Joseph Bruce

Lyric:
"Hello??, "Neckcutta?
"Pardon??, "Neckcutta
"Who is this??, "Neckcutta
"Who do you wish to speak with??
"Your neck?, "What? Hello"
"Neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta, neckcutta?

Little Miss Muffet, oh, she never had a clue
Of the psychopathic, wicked clown, is finna do
Creeping through the backyards, underneath the moon
Only three blocks away, the joker looney toon

Listen to the loon, listen to the pain
Listen to the one they call the Violent J, Insane
Watch me as I duck and I dash through the night
I can see the shadows of the moon in my butcher knife

Pretty little world, has created this monster
See me living with a dead body in a dumpster
Laughing in your castle but I can't crush your moat
But then I take a boat and cut your fucking throat

Well, now I'm getting closer, so, I crawl under a house
I'm waiting for the car to pass and then I crawl back out
Another block down, just a little ways to go, "Hello?"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
Violent Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm two blocks away
J, J, Violent J

I, I gotta kill her
I have to kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her
I'm gonna kill her, aah

You can think, I'm joking on my joker while you laugh
I'm coming to your house, I'm finna cut your neck in half
Everywhere I go, the Grim Reaper stays on me
'Cuz the fucker knows, I'm always leaving dead bodies

I can see him standing at the end of the block
'Cuz somebody's clock is running out of tock
Slip through the cracks, in the walls of the eave
All that's justified, as every punishment received

Everything you've ever done to me is out of hate
I'm begging on my knees and you slam your golden gate
So I pick myself up and I snuck around the back
And took your money stack, then stabbed your fucking neck

Slowly, only go, as the night air is calm
I might stop and chill and drink a forty, on the lawn
Right before I take the final step to the front door
"Hello"

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
Violent, Violent, Violent J

I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
I'm the neck cutter and I'm one block away
J, J, Violent J

I'm going up there
(I'm the neck cutter)

I'm going up there
(I'm the neck cutter)

I'm going up there
(I'm the neck cutter)
...

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Wednesday, August 4, 2010

Soul Food (Remix) - Lyrics - Goodie Mob

Title: Soul Food (Remix)
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Brandon K Bennett, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Rico Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
My old boy from the point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles but
Only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I've been
But I'll never forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free

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Wednesday, August 18, 2010

Soul Food - Lyrics - Dirty South Classics - Goodie Mob

Title: Soul Food
Album: Dirty South Classics
Artist: Goodie Mob
Composer(s): Raymon Murray, Brandon K Bennett, Thomas Decarlo Burton, Willie Edward Knighton, Patrick Brown, Cameron F Gipp, Rico Wade, Robert Terrance Barnett

Lyric:
My old boy from the point but I'm from Southwest
And every now and then I get put to the test
But I can't be stopped 'cause I gotta come true
Ain't got no gun but I got my crew

Didn't come for no beef 'cause I don't eat steak
I got a plate of soul food chicken, rice and gravy
Not covered in too much, drinking a cup of punch
Tropical every last Thursday of the month

Daddy put tha hot grits on my chest in tha morning
When I was sick Mary had tha hot soup boiling
Didn't know why but it felt so good
Like some waffles in the morning headed back to tha woods

Now I'm full as tick got some soul on blast in tha cassette
Food for my brain I haven't stopped learning yet
Hot wings from Mo-Joes got my forehead sweating
Celery and blue cheese on my menu next

Southern Fry won't allow my body to lie still
Tied face goons surround me like cancer drill
Me with second-hand obstacles but
Only to make matters worse
Plus I'm getting pimped by this temp lady Jackie
From Optima staffing niggas laughing
Shut up clown don't talk to me like that looking stupid of course
Living day by day and you ain't hard, trick hell you say

It's such a blessing when my eyes get to see the sun rise
I'm ready to begin
Another chance to get further away from where I've been
But I'll never forget
Everythang I went through I appreciate the shit because
If I had went and took the easy way
I wouldn't be the strong nigga that I am today
Everythang that I did, different thangs I was told
Just ended up being food for my soul

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Sunday morning where you eating at?
I'm on 1365 Wichita Drive, ol' bird working the stove ride
Churches dripping chicken in yesterday's grease
Didn't go together with this quart of Mickey's
Last night hanging over from a good time, yeah beef is cheaper
But it's pumped with red dye between two pieces of bread
Shawty look good with dem hairy legs
Wish I could cut her up but, ma stomach come before sex
A house full of hoes now what's the ingredient
Spaghetti plus her monthly flow

They know they making it hard on the yard
Fuck Chris Darden, fuck Marsha Clark
Taking us when we're in the spotlight for a joke
Changing by the day I see it's getting bigga in my square
Looking at Lenox from the outside with a stare no money to go inside
Tameka and Tiffany outside tripping
And skipping rope to the beats from my jeep
As I speak wuz up from the driver seat

A heaping helping of fried chicken
Macaroni and cheese and collar greens too big for my jeans
Smoke steams from under the lid that's on the pot
Ain't never had a lot but thankful for the little that I got
Why not be fast food got me feeling sick
Them crackers think they sick
By trying to make this bullshit affordable
I thank the Lord that my voice was recordable

Come and get yo' soul food, well well

Hold up C it's what I write and Miss Lady acting like we in jail
Says she ain't got no extra hush puppies to sell
Bankhead seafood making me hit that door
With a mind full of attitude it was a line at tha beautiful
JJ's Ribshack was packed too
Looking to be one of dem days when Momma ain't cooking
Everybody's out hunting with tha family looking for a little soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free
As good as it can be
Come and get some soul food

Come and get yo' soul food, well well
Good old-fashioned soul food, all right
Everythang is for free

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Monday, August 16, 2010

No Exit - Lyrics - No Exit - Blondie

Title: No Exit
Album: No Exit
Artist: Blondie
Composer(s): James Mollica Destri, Artis L., Jr. Ivey, Coolio Romy Ashby, Christopher Stein, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
There's no sin in this, getting dressed to kill
Laughing down the sun like a jackal will
With his eyes ablaze, yeah, and his lips apart
He's gonna fill his cup with the love in your heart

And drink it up till the morning starts
Circulate the red light mistress
Get the girls and get their sisters
Pinch em? up and give em? blisters
Kiss em? fierce with all his might forever

Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life

Standing on the verge of the edge of the ledge
Waiting for me to fall but then I got a call
It said, wait hold up homie, you must be trippin?
You can't be putting that sippin? and whippin? up in your pippin'

You better stand tall, fool you was born to ball
Took a little fall and now you wanna end it all
You've been chasing dreams like a hound dog on the hunt
Take your place in the front, put your hand on the pump

And it's right in your grasp man
I know they're laughing but you'll be laughing later
'Cuz time's are gonna get greater
You's a player and when I say player
I mean player 'cuz your daddy and your uncle was a player

Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?
Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?

Put yourself in your position
You ain't wantin? no fight no food
Ain't no want and no light
So you must be doing all right

But wait a minute, something's wrong
It's lunatic it's mad insane busted like a water main
Indulgence in another vein
What they're saying round the neighborhood
Is what he's drinking's not aged in wood

He's filling out
He's all blowed up
He's all blowed up
He's gotten fat

He's filling out
He's all blowed up
He's all blowed up
He's gotten fat

And sure enough at the midnight lounge
There's a dent in the seat where the vampire sat

Bye, bye to another life
Bye, bye to another life

Living dead is doing time
Like drowning on the circle line

Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?
Who's gonna cry for ya?
Who's gonna cry over you?
Who's gonna cry over you?

Cry over you? Tell me would they lie for you?
Die for you? You're hoping that it's true for you do for you fool
But who's gonna cry? Who?s gonna cry

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Saturday, August 7, 2010

Y'All Don'T Know Us - Lyrics - Still I Rise (with Outlawz) - 2pac

Title: Y'All Don'T Know Us
Album: Still I Rise (with Outlawz)
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Mutah W Beale, Kamil Beale, Mutahquim Farid, Rufus Cooper, Malcolm Greenidge

Lyric:
Yo, I can see that you obviously don't know me or my homies
We OUT Lawz, fuck the phonies
A wise hustler once told me, it's on you
Though it was dreams when he first told me, now it's true

I got love for you only to a certain extent
Niggas ain't worth shit, cops and ride dick permits
I heard this and heard that about them OUT Lawz
Some of them soldiers got shot, some of them soldiers fell off

Fuck y'all now everybody tied to us
Hollering out a nigga name but never said what up
That shit critical, despicable, unforgivable
I too like hot knew your own fan won't remember you

Thuggin? but we still spiritual, clear lyrical
I'm like the fuckin? Deff Squad, my ears ain't hearin' yall
Pump fearin' yall but damn I ain't even wantin' to scare yall
Listen to what I tell y?all, fuck the world

Your baby moms and your baby girl, you muthafuckas so fake
Yo they made me wanna earl
Blake, hate snakes thug hatin? the degree
Outlawz on a paper chase, can you relate thug niggaz

We will never fall, through it all, we'll always stand tall
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as
Some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all don?t know us, y'all don?t know us

Now I been trapped down and fucked from day one
This indestructible style of mine ain't no fun
Where I'm from, you sure to see about ten niggaz in a bedroom
Eating off the same spoon, sweeping with the same broom

It's a hazard, if you know what you?re like, well, give me, grab it
I was born inside a love zone with a glock nine
Young marriage is critical, then one of them sat down
Living so mystical with influence with a heart full of anger
It's so ridiculous

So give me some with 21 gun soldier salute
With a 19 inch black handle snake knife in my boots
I'm straight from the strong, thug to your life
Right to your wrong, I'll put the good to your evil
I'm the shells to your chrome, you dig that?

I'm life, I'll bring the moon to your night
I'll put the dick to your wife
And I'm the Jesus of your Christ
You dig that?

Respect this
I'll bring the end to your claw
I'll bring the lock to your home
And I'll put the snoop on your dogs
You hear me?

We?ll follow, this little bullet so hollow
I can promise that ecstasy, ain't promised tomorrow
With this two man mades, me and my soul, death a strayed
I watch my parents get blowed away, now look what it made

I'm something to face
This lunacy then with me, then with chemistry
Got my eyes on you, the first time you cross me
I'll be frying you, ?cause y'all don't know me

We will never fall, through it all
We'll always stand tall
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as
Some young muthafucka soldiers

When we was kids, the loving felt good
But of course have the respect though it's even better
Now for this cheddar, niggaz is laying deader
Then Malcom and Martin put together
Oh Lord, only knows where we'll end up

Remember what Pac said, watch the fuckin? signs
But we wasn't listening, too busy trippin? off his shine
Now one time for my muthafuckin' Outlawz
Napoleon, Noble and Kastro, may we all roll

And if you don't know, we got the rap game Pedro
Scared ?cause we ?bout to release like heavy metal
Nationwide, underground, we running the ghettos
Stealing all of your fan base like we kleptos

Bitch, I can't let go, I been strugglin' too long, thuggin' too long
And niggaz is stealing my shit and busting it wrong
Hot shots holla back when you get 'em
Outlawz'll stick 'em, bustin' back at the system

Military wisdom, preparing myself for Armageddon
Breaking my balls at this game knowing it's a dead end
And my only weapon is my belief that I'm superior
Yeah we the muthafuckas that you niggaz is leery off

Controlling my steam knowing my team to deserve more
Fuck the reframe, stick to the game and earn more
Holding my head, rolling the head with focus
Laughing inside ?cause deep inside y'all don't know us, muthafuckas

We will never fall, through it all, we'll always stand tall, why?
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all don?t know us, y'all don?t know us

We will never fall, never, through it all, we'll always stand tall
?Cause in the end we'll be remembered as some young muthafucka soldiers
And if you believe in that shit that you heard
Y'all don?t know us, y'all don?t know us

Ain't never know niggaz like us, boy
They don't make niggaz like us no more
Thug in peace, to all my niggaz
Never, never fall, never fall
See ya soon

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Tuesday, August 10, 2010

How Come You Treat Me So Bad? - Lyrics - Southside Johnny And The Asbury Jukes

Title: How Come You Treat Me So Bad?
Artist: Southside Johnny And The Asbury Jukes
Composer(s): Steven Van Zandt

Lyric:
I wonder where's my woman tonight
She ain?t never around when I want her
Hey, Southside, have you seen my baby?
No, man, I ain?t seen her

Well, I?ve been hearin? some talk
You sure, you haven?t seen her?
Uh, uh, well, here she comes now
Well, step out the way, I gotta do some talkin?

Listen here, baby, to what I say
I break my back by working hard all day
And just when I need a little sympathy
You ain?t home

You know now baby that I don?t ask much
Just a little respect and a lovin? touch
If I support two people then why
Am I living alone?

Then I wonder, how come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
Tell me ?cause I?ve got to know, I got to find out what?s going on

All the women stop and they give me the eye
But the woman I love, don?t even wonder why
I ain?t good lookin? but I don?t mind
Spending my money

Another man might dress better uptown
But he?s more likely to be messing around
Now I ain?t laughing but something sure
Seems funny, don?t it?

How come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
Tell me ?cause I?ve got to know

[Incomprehensible]

I ask for chicken and you give me beans
I ask for butter, you give me margarine
I ask you for the time and you tell me
I am already too late

Someday girl, you might change your mind
You realize what you left behind
I got news for you baby, I just
Might not wait, no more

How come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
I am tired of being lonely and I feel so sad

How come you treat me so bad?
You?re the most stubborn woman that I ever had
How come you treat me so bad?
Tell me ?cause I?ve got to know

That woman makes me so tired
How long can this go on?
She?s just like her mother
Yeah, I know what you mean

What you mean, you know what I mean?
Well, don?t get excited, Lee
I?m talkin? about my baby, who you talkin? about? Well, I was just, uh
Hey, where did you get that shirt? This is my shirt

Did my baby give you my shirt?
Wait a minute
I paid twelve dollars for that shirt
This is my shirt and you only paid ninety nine cents for it

Ninety nine cents, huh? I believe you?ve been steppin? out on me
Oh, yeah? Well, I don?t mind steppin? outside
Alright we can step outside but just watch the shirt
You don?t have to worry about the shirt
[Incomprehensible]

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Sunday, August 8, 2010

Crossroads - Lyrics - In The Beginning - Blazin Squad

Title: Crossroads
Album: In The Beginning
Artist: Blazin Squad
Composer(s): Anthony Henderson, Steven Howse, Ernie Isley, Marvin Isley, O'Kelly Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Chris Jaser, Bryon Mccane, Charles Scruggs

Lyric:
Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone
Bone, Bone, Bone

Now tell me, whatcha gonna do when there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you?
Tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't nowhere to hide
When judgment comes for you 'coz it's gonna come for you?

Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only roll with Bone my gang, look to where they lay
When playing with destiny plays too deep for me to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease, well, then please
Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

God bless you, working on a plan to heaven
Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace
For the case to race, without a chance to face

The judge and I, guessing my soul won't budge
Grudge, because there's no mercy for thugs
Oh, what can I do?, it's all about our family and how we roll
Can I get a witness? Let it unfold
We living our lives to eternal our soul

Hey, and we pray and we pray
And we pray and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray
Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll
Whether it's hell or it's heaven

Come let us take a visit to the people's souls there long at rest
Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo, it's steadily creeping up on the family
Exactly how many days we got lasting
While you laughing we're passing, passing away
So y'all go, rest y'all souls 'coz I know, I'ma meet you up at the crossroad
Y'all know, y'all forever got love, from them Bone Thugs, baby

Now, Eazy's long gone
Really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die gotta go bye-bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog and man?
I miss my uncle Charles y'all
And he shoudn't be gone, in front of his home

What they did to Boo was wrong
Oh, so wrong, oh, so wrong
Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong
When the day comes, better believe
Bone got a shoulder you can lean on

Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everday, everyday, everyday, everyday

Now tell me, whatcha gonna do when there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you?
Tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't nowhere to hide
When judgment comes for you 'coz it's gonna come for you?
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads

So you won't be lonely
So you won't be lonely
So you won't be lonely
So you won't be lonely

And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone

Living in a hateful world, sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
That's how we roll
That's how we roll

And I'm asking the good Lord, "Why?" And sigh He told me we live to die
What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinning
And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends
Murder come again, again and again

Now tell me whatcha gonna do
Can somebody, anybody tell me, why?
Hey, can somebody, anybody tell me, why we die, we die?
I don't wanna die, oh so wrong, oh wrong

Now tell me, whatcha gonna do when there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you?
Tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't nowhere to hide
When judgment comes for you 'coz it's gonna come for you?

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Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Porpoise Song - Lyrics - Church

Title: The Porpoise Song
Artist: Church
Composer(s): Gerry Goffin

Lyric:
My, my, the clock in the sky is pounding away
There's so much to say
A face, a voice, an overdub has no choice
It cannot rejoice

Wanting to see, to know and to be crying to the sky
And the porpoise is waiting goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Clicks, clacks, riding the backs of giraffes
For the laughs is alright for a little while
The ego sings of castles and kings
And things that go with a life of style

Wanting to feel, to know what is real, living is a lie
And the porpoise is laughing goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

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Sunday, August 15, 2010

Rockin' In The Arms Of Your Memory - Lyrics - George Strait

Title: Rockin' In The Arms Of Your Memory
Artist: George Strait
Composer(s): Dean Dillon, Norro Wilson

Lyric:
The first time I saw you
You were waitin' tables at the corner diner
I said to myself
Never seen a woman look any finer

From that moment on
I was stone cold gone
You would be forever in my mind

Now somewhere in the neon lights
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Rockin' in the arms of your memory tonight

It was San Francisco
Silly suits and white ties by the bay
You appeared with your papa
Tears were rolin' down your mother's face

Everyone was happy
Showered by well wishers
As we drove away

Now somewhere in the neon lights
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Rockin' in the arms of your memory tonight

I'm living but dying
I'm laughing but crying
Somebody tell me it will be alright

I bought it for your birthday
God you looked so lovely in that dress
I took you to a party
Or was it to a night club I forget

Been twenty years and counting
I'm drowning in your love a little more each day

Now somewhere in the neon lights
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Rockin' in the arms of your memory tonight

Now somewhere in the neon lights
I'm holdin' on for dear life
Rockin' in the arms of your memory tonight

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Spanish Is A Loving Tongue - Lyrics - Emmylou Harris

Title: Spanish Is A Loving Tongue
Artist: Emmylou Harris
Composer(s): Charles Badger Jr. Clark, Marc Williams

Lyric:
Spanish is a loving tongue
Soft as music, light as spray
Was a girl he learned it from
Living down Sonora way

He don't look much like a lover
But he says her love words over
Mostly when he's all alone
Mi amor mi corazon

On the nights that he would ride
She would listen for his spurs
Throw those big doors open wide
Raise them laughing eyes of hers

How those hours would get to flying
All too soon he'd hear her sighing
In her little sorry tone
Mi amor mi corazon

He ain't seen her since that night
He can't cross the line you know
They want him for a gamblin' fight
Like as not it's better so

Yet he's always sort of missed her
Since that last sad night he kissed her
Lost his heart, left her own
Adios mi corazon
Lost his heart, left her own
Adios mi corazon

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Friday, August 13, 2010

This House Is Haunted - Lyrics - The Eyes Of Alice Cooper - Alice Cooper

Title: This House Is Haunted
Album: The Eyes Of Alice Cooper
Artist: Alice Cooper
Composer(s): Ryan Roxie, Alice Cooper, Eric Dover

Lyric:
I was sitting in my room, dark and gray and crying
Someone in my life I fear was at the point of dying
A cold wind blew right up my spine, it was the break of dawn
A little voice went deep inside, told me she was gone

Oh, this house is haunted
Oh, that's how I want it to be
Oh this house is haunted
You can always stay here with me

No more singing, no more laughing, no more sunny days
She left and took the colors with her, buried in her grave
This is where we climbed the tower, this is where she fell
Then when her young heart stopped beating, I went to hell

Oh, this house is haunted
Oh, ha
Oh, this house is haunted
Oh, oh

You float through the living room, I watch my TV
I feel you sit down on the couch right here next to me
Then I feel your lips touch mine just like we used to do
I'm so happy all alone being here with you

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