Piccadilly - Lyrics - Adam And The Ants

Title: Piccadilly
Artist: Adam And The Ants
Composer(s): Adam Ant, Andre Cymone

Lyric:
Down in Piccadilly
Down in West One
They dress like Laurence Harvey
The immaculate son

She looks good and lovely
A sight for all to see
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen

He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can

Down in Piccadilly
Down in West One
Drinking cups of coffee
In Fortnum and Mason

She looks good and lovely
Trained in luxury
(She's trained, she's trained)
With a voice you could get lost in
Eighteen

He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can
He's a practical man
Gonna catch you if he can

Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters

Down in Piccadilly
Down in West One
If you're really lucky
You'll see Francis Bacon

He paints good and lovely
A sight for all to see
In a world you could get lost in
Eighty

Lock up your daughters
Lock up your daughters

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(It's real what they feel, no doubt about it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(Get rich quick and live to count it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(It's real what they feel, no doubt about it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(Get rich quick and live to count it)

Lock up your daughters
(Here they come, here they come Piccadilly West One)
Lock up your daughters
(It's real what they feel, no doubt about it)

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Lock Up Your Daughters - Lyrics - End Of Fashion

Title: Lock Up Your Daughters
Artist: End Of Fashion
Composer(s): Justin Burford

Lyric:
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Hey, there must be something to this
You say you're not alright
Try to remember, you when

Ya ooh, hoo, hoo
You don't relax, you don't even try
Don't delay, lock up your daughters tonight

So many ways I'll be sorry
Ooh, say you're not alright
One of us should try it, all night

Ya ooh, hoo, hoo
You don't relax, you don't even try
Don't delay, lock up your daughters
Don't delay, go tell your mother
Don't delay, lock up your daughters tonight

Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da
Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da

Don't delay, lock up your daughters
Don't delay, go tell your mother
Don't delay, lock up your daughters tonight
Don't delay, lock up your daughters
Don't delay, go tell your mother
Don't delay, lock up your daughters tonight

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Juanito The Bandito - Lyrics - Adam And The Ants

Title: Juanito The Bandito
Artist: Adam And The Ants
Composer(s): Adam Ant

Lyric:
Lock up your shed because Juanito's coming
Just crossed over into Mexico
Lock up your pigsties and your daughters
'Cause if it moves, you know old Juanito

Young ladies, he likes to ravish
He knows how to make them wet
And if he can't, he know he'll dig himself a hole
Or go looking for your favorite pet, ole

They call him Juanito the bandito
Lock up your things, you'll be robbed
They call him Juanito, the randy bandito
Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?

He wears a soft sun-soaked sombrero
A droopy mustache to his chin
He will hold up, stab or shoot you
So that he can get it in, okay

They call him Juanito the bandito
Lock up your things, you'll be robbed
They call him Juanito, the randy bandito
Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?

They call him Juanito the bandito
Lock up your things, you'll be robbed
They call him Juanito, the randy bandito
Oh, how many people have sobbed his name?

My son, I tell you, don't bother
I'm going downtown with the guys, okay?

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Here Comes Flash - Lyrics - Kinks

Title: Here Comes Flash
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
You'd better run, you'd better fly
Hide your daughters, hide your wives
Lock your doors and stay inside
Here comes Flash

There's no way that you can win
You must obey his every whim
Or else he's going to do you in
Here comes Flash

He will smile at you, be a friend to you
Then he's gonna screw you just like that
He is going to use you, his heavies will abuse you
And then he's gonna lean on you
Here comes Flash
(Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash)

He is gonna rough you up
Duff you up and touch you up
And then he's gonna screw you up

Even though he's mean on you
There's nothing else that you can do
Just sit back and take his abuse

He will smile at you, be so sweet to you
Then he's gonna cheat on you

You'd better run, you'd better fly
Hide your daughters, hide your wives
Lock your doors and stay inside
Here comes Flash, here comes Flash

Once we loved and trusted him
Now his thugs and bullies make us live in sin
They suppress us, oppress us, molest us, possess us
(Flash, Flash, Flash, Flash)

You'd better run, you'd better fly
Hide your daughters, hide your wives
And lock your doors and stay inside

He will smile at you, be a friend to you
Then he's gonna screw you just like that

You'd better run, you'd better fly
Hide your daughters, hide your wives
And lock your doors and stay inside
Here comes Flash

There's no way that you can win
You must obey his every whim
Or else he's going to do you in
Here comes Flash, here comes Flash

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Not For The Innocent - Lyrics - Lick It Up - Kiss

Title: Not For The Innocent
Album: Lick It Up
Artist: Kiss
Composer(s): Gene Simmons, Vincent Cusano

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Lyric:
I'm mean and I'm dirty, like none you've ever seen
Bad habits drip like honey, no tongue can lick me clean
I'm not of royal blood, I've never been discreet

Better lock up your daughters, we're comin' to your town
We're here for the slaughter, kick you when you're down
Kick you when you're down

We're not for the innocent, we're not for the innocent, oh
We're not for the innocent, let the beast run wild, yeah

I've been damned, I've been cursed, I've been guilty and abused
I spit the hangman in his face and hung him on his noose
Habitual threat, I got you in my claws

Gonna tan your hide, rip the flesh off your bones
Look me in the eye, and you're gonna turn to stone
You're gonna turn to stone

We're not for the innocent, oh we're not for the innocent
Yeah yeah we're not for the innocent, let the beast run wild

Better lock up your daughters, we're comin' to your town
Better pray we're not around

Oh oh oh
Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh oh
Let the beast run wild

We're not for the innocent oh no, we're not for the innocent, no
We're not for the innocent, let the beast run wild

Oh oh oh
Yeah yeah yeah
Oh oh oh

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Stroker'S Theme - Lyrics - Charlie Daniels Band

Title: Stroker'S Theme
Artist: Charlie Daniels Band
Composer(s): C Daniels

Lyric:
Stroker Ace was born to race he had a mean streak two feet wide
A son of a gun with a taste for fun and more than his share of pride
Take a dirt road curve with a devils nerve make a car dance across the mud
Haulin? shine was his regular line till the track got in his blood

Was a real hot shot and he bragged a lot, but man that fool could drive
'Cause he loved the feel of the steering wheel
And the girls with bedroom eyes
And in a race of time or a bar room fight, Ol? Stroker stole the show
A back stretch blazer, a real hell raiser and a racetrack Romeo

Mama lock your daughters up that vile bunch is back in town
And them little girls get frisky when they hear that race car sound
They?re bringing out the yellow flag, somebody?s brakes have failed
There?s an alsike on the inside and a wreck along the rail
You?d better stand on it Stroker 'cause a bandit?s on your tail

It?s a dynamite joy for a country boy when he hears them engines moan
But you?ve gotta hang tough when it gets real rough
When you?re out there on your own 'cause they?ll push you down
They?ll knock you down, they?ll shove you up against the wall
And you always know when the engine blows that a man can?t win ?em all

You can push that car just a little too far any Sunday afternoon
And if you?d break your neck in some damn fool wreck
They?d forget about you soon
But Ol? Stroker Ace was born to race and it?s worth all the trying
Just the dirt champagne in the victory lane and to hear that concrete whine

Stroker get your dander up this ain't no time to laugh
You?ve got to make the lap up if you?re gonna take that checkered flag
Number 10 is closin? in to even up the score
It?s time to wave bye bye and put the pedal on the floor
You?d better stand on it Stroker 'cause your blowin? off their doors

Blow their doors off Stroker
Stand on it, son
Ah, you good lookin? devil you

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Murder - Betta Watch Me - Lyrics - C

Title: Murder - Betta Watch Me
Artist: C
Composer(s): Jones Richard A Corey Miller

Lyric:
Wake up, wake up, wake up
Man I hit the set, and them bays be gettin' ghost
Huh, they spookin'
It's cool, fuck the day dog
Check this out

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

See my pockets on E-fall, I'm really tweekin'
I can't be sittin' up here hurtin' all weekend
I keep on fallin' off, at the worse times
And if I slip, it ain't my fault I'm gone reverse mine

My pain, I'm gone merge mines, 'cause I'm sick wit it
Now where them balla's at, I'm lookin' for the big ticket
10 minutes from losin' it, 1 day from lock up
The way I'm livin' sooner or later I'm gone be boxed up

Nobody trustin' me, they know I'm comin'
I hit the block and I swear, I see them cowards runnin'
Puttin' they stash up, even out they windows
Now why they trippin', I'm the exact opposite of five O

It's called survival of the fittest
I can't help it, cause I'm wit and you ain't wit
I come to get it, yeah I did it, I did that
I can't take that back, so beat yo feet black

Oh, y'all gone remember me, 'cause me ain't no joke
Me do what me does, 'cause ain't no being broke
I was raised in this, I ain't ask for this
I tried changin' my life and now it's back to this

Somebody pray for me, the Lord is testin' me
But them people they gone, have problems arrestin' me
Now my lungs hurtin', need that black vest
Man, I feel like jackin' one of these rappers

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

We'll score a team with the felon's
Where y'all did the misdameanors
Niggas my age was pushin' beamers
Niggas that sprayed was usin' Nina's

A.K's and S.K, ya chest cave
Ya neck shaved and ya waves turned to still water
Bullet on fire, wreck some money still daughters
Kill fathers, pop a seed in ya momma

This routine, you pussies start ya new thing
I'm from the city where everything crooked
When the right kind of money
Make the judge overlook it

And I'm skrewed up, I ain't talkin' Swisha House
For I learned to tie my shoes up, I was burnin' dudes up
My ward verse yo ward, put them 22's up
These 26's make ya, put them 22's up

This mac 9, it mean I ain't givin' you
But bullets in that shinny new truck
What ya know about fightin' for 5 days?
Hangin' niggas upside down, comin' at ya sideways
A crooked H is goin' 67 5 and I add them 3 quarters
For the ride plus I'm high

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

I got this world in the tip of my pistol, shining like crystal on my waist
Shadow ducking the barell, reflecting off in his face
He's below his lace, so my tape's no longer lead
Stomp in the expedition, my mission was made to speed

Blazing up the weed, tried my tint's and armored lint
Checking up on my schedule, for all the Benz I spent
Get the hustling broad, put the one out of socket
Having enough to catch life, in all four of my pockets

You understand, and click your hand late
It's time to cope for what you never ate
Guts and nuts on the dinner plate
Love is hate, kissing ass by wetting vocals
Hustling on the streets, when it's hotter than Akapolko

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

You betta watch me 'cause I'm doin' bad
'Cause I'm hurtin', I gotta get me
Now where the goods at Playboy give me that
And if them goods bad I'll make ya lean back

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Once Upon A Time In The West - Lyrics - Communiqué - Dire Straits

Title: Once Upon A Time In The West
Album: Communiqué
Artist: Dire Straits
Composer(s): M Knopfler

Lyric:
Some people get a cheap laugh breaking up the speed limit
Scaring the pedestrians for a minute
Crossing up progress driving on the grass
Leaving just enough room to pass

Sunday driver never took a test
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the West

Yes and it's no use saying that you don't know nothing
It's still gonna get you if you don't do something
Sitting on a fence that's a dangerous course
Ah, you could even catch a bullet from the peace-keeping force

Even the hero gets a bullet in the chest
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the West

Mother Mary your children are slaughtered
Some of you mothers ought to lock up your daughters
Who's protecting the indigency?
Now heap big trouble in the land of plenty

Tell me how we're gonna do what's best
You guess, once upon a time in the West

Oh yeah, once upon a time in the West
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the West
Oh yeah, once upon a time in the West

Once upon a time in the West
Once upon a time in the West
Once upon a time in the West
...

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Best Friend - Lyrics - Double Up - R. Kelly

Title: Best Friend
Album: Double Up
Artist: R. Kelly
Composer(s): Robert Kelly

Lyric:
What up Charles? Hey baby
Hey Baby
Girl I been missin' you like crazy
Miss you too

These fools 'bout to make me lose my mind
I don't think I can do all this time
Now just calm down, don't lose it baby
Keep your head up man, we got you

How is lil' Junior? And my beautiful daughters?
Fine they just miss they daddy
Well did you get to talk to my lawyers?
Night and day, day and night I keep callin' em'
Yeah? Well day and night, night and day just keep callin' em'
O.K.

Yo, what up my nigga you straight? Anything I can get you?
Dis toilet paper be cuttin' my ass, I need some roles of tissue, Charmin
And man what happened to the squares yo ass promised me?
Baby, Charles lost his job, he's been strugglin'

Yeah? Is that right you lost your job, how?
Man, I been havin' troubles wit my car
Besides it's too far, price of gas, man it's hard
And on da real, shit man they be trippin up at that Wal-Mart, feel me?
Yeah man I feel you

Well baby, I got somethin' I wanna read you
It's from the kids, they wrote this poem in school
And they wanted me to bring it here and read it to you
It says, "Roses are red, violets are blue
Daddy we love you, and we miss you too"

Aww, dats sweet, but tell me why Charles
Is wearin' the shirt you bought me?
Yo bogus ass, you been doin' my best friend

Tell me how could you do it to me? Hell to, hell to, the naw
Got caught up doin' da business, now I'm servin' 5 to 10
My old lady and he movin' in
You been doin' my best friend

Behind my back while I'm in da pen
Screw both, screw both of ya'll
See ya'll done hooked up wit each other
Man, you was like my brother
Now I'm in here, ya'll undercover
Girl you screwin'

Wait, just don't walk away, please let me explain
Yeah, dog it ain't like dat
Don't be playin' no damn games
Man, what da fuck is wrong wit you?
You crazy? Dis girl love you
She even took a chance on losin' her job
Just to be here for ya

Yeah, well maybe I'm just a little paranoid
(A little?)
Can you blame me?
Just look at her, she's pretty as all outdoors
Sorry baby
It's o.k., I understand you stressin'
Thanks man for bringin' her for me
Please, my nigga don't even sweat it

Well just like you asked, I got those magazines for you
That's my girl
I ain't got no squares, but I got a robe
And you some house shoes
My brother, so how you holdin' up?
Man I'm just tryna make it work
Well I got, she got
Charles, you go first

Well me and 'shel, we had this like, crazy ass idea
She sing, I rap, we was thinkin' about makin' this shit a career
What you think about that baby? Do you think it'll work?
I guess it, now I really gotta know baby
Where in the hell did he get that shirt?

Aww here we go again, yeah that's right
Nigga what da fuck is wrong wit you?
Yeah man ya'll on some bullshit, what?
You think I'm a goddamn fool?
Nigga I ain't sayin' all dat
Well then answer the question, screw all dat, girl answer it!
What?! Who you callin' bitch? Hell naw
(You been doin' my best friend)
I been here

Tell me how could you do it to me? Hell to, hell to, the naw
(Baby baby baby)
(Let's go)
Got caught up doin' da business, now I'm servin' 5 to 10
(Baby baby baby)
(Let's go)
My old lady and he movin' in
(Baby baby baby)
(Man fuck this shit)
You been doin' my best friend

(Can't believe you would ever think I would ever)
Behind my back while I'm in da pen
Screw both, screw both of ya'll
See ya'll done hooked up wit each other
Man, you was like my brother
Now I'm in here, ya'll undercover
Girl you screwin' my best friend

Well ain't this a bitch, girl you swore, you promised
(Yeah it is a bitch, what?)
That you would hold it down
(C'mon)
Till I come back around
(Calm down)
Keep that thing on lock
(Man calm down, man)
'Till I come up on your block, you motherf-f

Girl you been doin' my best friend
(Man I'm outta here)
Tell me girl, how could you do it to me? How could you do it, the naw
(Man, I'll be waiting out in the car)
Got caught up doin' da business, now I'm servin' 5 to 10
My old lady and he movin' in
You been doin' my best friend

Behind my back while I'm in da pen
Screw both, screw both of ya'll
See ya'll done hooked up wit each other
Man, you was like my brother
Now I'm in here, ya'll undercover
Girl you been screwin' my best friend

Baby, what about the kids? Oh

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Sign Of The Times - Lyrics - Quiet Riot

Title: Sign Of The Times
Artist: Quiet Riot
Composer(s): Kevin Dubrow, Carlos Cavazo

Lyric:
Well, I have street sense radar
Ooh, is supposed to be news
You better lock up your daughters
You never know when we're due

Good news, bad news
It's all the same
Addicts on main streets
They give us the blame

Hey, hey, hey, hey
We're a sign of the times
Having fun ain't no crime
We're a sign of the times
Having fun all the time, yes

Great impersonators
We broke all the rules
We laugh with our masks on
And the joke is on you

You're getting furry
It does you no good
It's the same old story
It's a human zoo

Hey, hey, hey, hey
We're a sign of the times
Having fun ain't no crime
We're a sign of the times
Having fun all the time, yeah

My, my, my, my, yeah
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Cha, cha

I see a sign up ahead
Got it's lights flashing red
I can see you're the same
These are the words that I read

Long live rock and roll
Long live rock and roll
Long live rock and roll
It's gonna save your soul

Good news, bad news
It's all the same
Addicts on main streets
Please, please give us a break

Hey, hey, hey, hey
We're a sign of the times
Having fun ain't no crime
We're a sign of the times
Having fun all the time

Hey, we're just a sign of the times
We're just a sign of the times
We're just a sign of the times, yeah

We're a sign of the times
Having fun all the time
Hey, hey, hey, hey

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Z - Lucky Me - Lyrics - Vol. 1: In My Lifetime - Jay

Title: Z - Lucky Me
Album: Vol. 1: In My Lifetime
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Karen Anderson, Anthony Best, Shawn Carter, Steven Jordan

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Lyric:
How can you fairly assess something from the outside looking in?
There's gotta be them times you'll be wrong, nah mean?
How can a motherfucker go round and hate a nigga
He never even met that he don't even know and shit?
I think this rap shit is all beef

Y'all dont even know every day I'm livin' with stress
Got up out the streets you think a nigga could rest
Can't even enjoy myself at a party unless
I'm on the dance floor, hot ass vest
You think I'm freakin' these chicks, right?
I'll try not to brush against they chest

You get a lawsuit for shit like that, I feel trapped
Swear to everything when I leave this earth
It's gon' be on both feet, never knees in the dirt
You could try me fucker but when I squeeze it hurts, fine
We'll lose two lives, yours and mines
Gimme any amount of time don't let Ms. Carter grieve

At the funeral parlor drippin' tears on my sleeve
Told the judge didn't budge it was him or me
And I ain't trying to be hard but I'm guilty as charged
Put my mercy on this court and my faith in God
And pray hard none of my nephews wanna be stars
Lucky me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

I hate all girls with ulterior motives
That's why I'm twenty plus years old, no sons no daughters
Hate putting my life in the hands of fake promoters
Hear the hate in my voice, right? I hate that you noticed
Niggas wanna strip to the bone for shit you own
Hate a nigga, like that fagot, get your own

Hate that I can't roam the street without the clip and chrome
Knowing one day Im'a have to flip, c'mon
You know the shit don't stop 'til the Crist don't pop
And you have to kill a nigga and your wrist don't lock
I'm trapped the whole worlds against me in fact
It ain't no turning back, bring it on

Hate the price of fame 'cause it cost too much
Can I live without y'all niggas saying I floss too much?
Hate the way you make this hate flow all through us
Steady looking for flaws through us
Lucky me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived)
(I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

Nigga see you in the street, pretend to be friendly
But I know any type of success breeds envy
I know in the back of your mind your conjuring ways to hen me
Leave my friends in a circle pouring out Henny
For Jesus is Heaven bound so how I'm gon' receive
Anything y'all pour to the ground next time throw it up

And ain't nothing changed so even in my afterlife, I show it up
Dont grieve for me my art remains
like a dart from the speaker to your heart
Spiritually through the portal now my words as a mortal
Plan to leave without a fight I plant a seed I give life
Though I can't see past the girls greed to call her wife

Next time your thinking heist better be precise
'Cause I'm fully prepared, one of us is gon' leave here
I have no regrets even though I wanna see grow
My godsons Boogie, Sonny and Rimo

You only know what you see
(I been told, since I was 4 years old, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived)
(I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)

You only know what you see
(Since I was 4 years old, I been told, everything that glitters ain't gold)
You don't understand what it takes to be me
(And now that I've arrived
I see those truths unfold before my eyes in this world so cold)
(You know?)

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

You only know what you see
You don't understand what it takes to be me

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An Englishman In New York - Lyrics - Godley And Creme

Title: An Englishman In New York
Artist: Godley And Creme
Composer(s): Kevin Godley, Lol Creme

Lyric:
Demented New York athletes staggering round the block
Deformed Chicanos pour in Chicago's rolling stock
Digital bathrooms drilling for furs
Surgical stockings marked ?His? and ?Hers?
Guggenheim attitudes back to back with Jewish Baroque

No way street, no way street, no way street
Happy to see you, have a nice day

Defecting Russian dancers dance into Hockney prints
Exclusive to Bloomingdales, gift-wrapped in red
From the land of blue rinse

They boggle at menus in Olde English verse
'Ode to a burger' by Keats at his worst
The hissing of omelettes, the breaking of legs
Don't shoot till you see the whites of their eggs
The pink fillet mignon looks black on the negs

Strange apparatus you've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Street alligators, big Anglophile
Will navigate us through a change of style

I came, I saw, what manner of beast is this
New York, you talk a little bit left of centre
A scream, a shout, New York is throwing its weight about

Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye
The stranger the wood, the straighter the arrow
Dismembered hopeful My-Lai veterans queuing for sleaze
'Sorry no dogs, no fags, no shriners and no amputees'

Sexual athlete applies for audition
Willing to make it in any position
Just one of the extras with blood on their faces
In ?Snow White and The Seven Basket Cases?
I'm happy and dopey and dirty in places

No way street, no way street, no way street
Lock up your daughters, Avon crawling

Devoted collectors of paraphernalia out walking the rock
Battle and bitch for the ultimate kitch of a crucifix clock
Two miniature Romans, running on rails
Appear every hour and bang in the nails
Oh, I've got to have it, Christ, I gotta be the first on our block

Disturbing facts about Nazi splinter groups seen on the news
They're picketing synagogues and claiming that
Hitler was King of the Jews
Caught in the tunnel an ambulance howls
A men's room attendant is flapping his jowls
Shh, Howard Johnson is moving his bowels

Strange apparatus, you've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Street alligators, big Anglophile
Will navigate us through a change of style

Strange apparatus, you've never seen
Strange apparatus, even stranger theme
Walk tall, walk straight, spit the world right in the eye
The stranger the wood, the straighter the arrow

No way street, no way street, no way street, no way street
No way street, no way street, no way street, no way street

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Mamma - Lyrics - Big Punisher

Title: Mamma
Artist: Big Punisher
Composer(s): Christopher Rios, Jerrod Washington, A Maman

Lyric:
"Mama, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man"
I said, "Mama, now I'm on the run
Dear Mama, what have I done?"

Somebody save me, I think I just killed somebody, baby
Shoulda chilled but money was really tryin' to play me
Couldn't hold it no more so I showed him the four
Duke was dissin' my girl, like she was hoein' on tour

And knowin' I'm raw, money tried to play fly
I said wassup? to the bitch, why she couldn't say hi?
That ain't right, I had to put him in his place
Remember them hollows I bought for three bottles? I put 'em in his face

I didn't have to disgrace myself, hatin' myself
"Ahora a tu" blam, blam, brace yo'self
That's the law, the streets are like basketball
But sometimes you shoot, sometimes you pass it off

Can't always take a shot, make one mistake you upstate for what?
Too much hate, time to break the lock
I hate the cops so I ain't tryin' to see 'em
I love a brother doin' triple life but I ain't tryin' to be him

That's why I be on the low and keep my feet in the row
'Cause they're tellin' me as far as felonies you get life for three in a row
Then wadda ya know? Last week at the flicks
I had to kill somebody for steppin' on my kicks
(Stupid)

"Mama, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man"
I said, "Mama, now I'm on the run
Dear Mama, what have I done?"

I can murder half the world, laugh, while the other side hate me
But hurt one hair on my Mama head and I'ma cry like a baby
She my heart and soul, what Jimi Hendrix was to rock 'n' roll
Made me believe I could achieve the impossible

Now you know one of my weaknesses but Punisher keeps it glitz
So don't pull out 'cause when I pop, oh, what a relief it is
Send you where Jesus is, hold up, that's the gas chamber
Think before you put on that ski-mask and blast a stranger

Relax the anger, don't be so hard on yourself
That's how you'll end up twelve years old, bein' charged as an adult
Terror Squad is here to help so you can learn from our mistakes
'Cause power just makes you reject destiny and devour your fate

How many hours I waste tryin' to figure the shit?
Until I finally realized we're just niggaz and spics
That's what they feel, what can I do but just stay real?
Keep somethin' in the stash in case I gotta make bail

'Cause ain't no brothers, runnin' shit in the system
You goin' straight to jail if you colored and fit the description
Fuck you talkin' about, I live here
This is my buildin' nigga, fuck you nigga
That's my daughter right there playin' fuck off me, get the fuck off

"Mama, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man"
I said, "Mama, now I'm on the run
Dear Mama, what have I done?"

I don't have much time, so I'm only gonna ask you once
To please forgive me Mama, I love you and I'm sorry I broke your heart
But I ask you to do me a favor and take care of my daughters
And raise them to be good respectable women, like their mother

God bless her soul
And raise my son to be a good man, a better man than me
And for this I give you my soul, I love you

"Mama, I don't understand
Why he had to fuck with me, now I gotta kill this man"
I said, "Mama, now I'm on the run
Dear Mama, what have I done?"

Hey, ma-ma-ma-mma
I just killed a man
Ma-mmaaa, what am I to do?

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