Love Betsy - Lyrics - Big Head Todd And The Monsters

Title: Love Betsy
Artist: Big Head Todd And The Monsters
Composer(s): Todd Park Mohr

Lyric:
She left her father, been thirty years
She drew some water, to dry his tears
She said I'm sorry, I've been lonely. I need another

She crossed through deserts and rivers wide
She walked through valleys and mountains high
She crossed the seas, through storm and night
To find a lover

Love Betsy
Somebody is going to love you some day

She worked the night shift, to buy a dress
She'd break her back. She'd look her best
She'd sell her soul for tenderness
But she's still waiting

Love Betsy
Somebody is going to love you some day

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Kool Kat Walk - Lyrics - The Voice Of Love - Julee Cruise

Title: Kool Kat Walk
Album: The Voice Of Love
Artist: Julee Cruise
Composer(s): David Lynch, Angelo Badalamenti

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Lyric:
Susan called Betsy
Betsy called Julee
Julee ran out of the house

Betsy called Susan
Susan called Julee
Julee ran back in her house

Julee called Betsy
Betsy called Susan
Susan ran out of her house

Betsy called Julee
Julee called Susan
Susan ran back in her house

Julee called Susan
Susan called Betsy
Betsy ran out of her house

Susan called Julee
Julee called Betsy
Betsy ran back in her house

Betsy called Kool Kat
Kool Kat called Susan
Susan asked Kool Kat to her house

Julee called Betsy
Betsy called Susan
Susan had Kool Kat in her house

Kool Kat called tonight
Julee called Kool Kat
Julee had Kool Kat in her house

Betsy called Susan
Susan called Julee
Got a hot Kool Kat in her house

Kool Kat called tonight
Betsy called Kool Kat
Betsy had Kool Kat in her house

Susan called Julee
Julee called Betsy
Got a hot Kool Kat in her mouse

Susan called Betsy
Betsy called Julee
Julee had Swiss cheese on her blouse

Julee called Betsy
Betsy called Susan
Susan had Kool Kat in her blouse

I called Kool Kat
Kool Kat called tonight
Got a hot Kool Kat in my house

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Love Is The Groove - Lyrics - Believe - Cher

Title: Love Is The Groove
Album: Believe
Artist: Cher
Composer(s): Betsy Cook, Bruce Martin Woolley

Lyric:
In the east and in the west
Every bird will seek its nest
Everyone will seek his home
Home is where the heart grows

And the moon will rise and fall
And the light will touch the tide
Are we holding hands and never feeling?

All around the world we swing
Like a penny in a spin
Always looking for the way
To get out, to get in

Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove

In the alleys of Monsay
In the streets of Katmandu
On the high roads of Peru
People meet and touch and go

But the wind of change will blow
And another dance will start
And I'll finally get the point
Like an arrow to my heart

Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move

Look back, where's the sea
Who brought this mystery?
Deep in another world
Someone is listening

As day ends with nights
We keep asking why
Look back, there's the key
Deep in another life

Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move

On this ship in which we sail
Everything is possible
Keep on turning like a star
Till you get to where you are

If I promise not to laugh
Will you promise not to cry?
Will you promise not to let this life
Slip by?

Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
Love is the groove in which we move
...

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I'M Sick Of You - Lyrics - Iggy Pop

Title: I'M Sick Of You
Artist: Iggy Pop
Composer(s): James Osterberg, James Williamson

Lyric:
Goodbye, Betsy, I'm goin' away
I'm sick of you and there ain't no way
Don't want to know, don't want to see
Don't you ever bother me

Sick of hanging around your pad
Sick of your Mom and sick of your Dad
Yeah and Betsy it's sad but true
Now I'm even sick of you

No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way for our love
No way for our love
'Cause I'm sick of you

Good bye, Betsy, I'm going away
Sick of you and I don't wanna stay
Don't want to know, don't want to see
Don't you ever bother me

Sick of hanging in around your pad
Sick of your mom and sick of your dad
Yes and Betsy it's sad but true
Now I'm even sick of you

No way, no way, no way
No way, no way, no way
No way for our love
No way for our love

Every evening and every day
Seem to always turn out this way
To get an end, I better find new love
Then you'll pay, then you'll pay, ain't no way
'Cause I'm sick of you

Goodbye, Betsy, I'm going away
Sick of you and I don't wanna stay
Don't want to know, don't want to see
Don't you ever bother me

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Really Doe - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Really Doe
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Gregory Jacobs, Norman Jesse Whitfield, William Earl Collins, O'Shea Jackson, Jr., George Clinton, Walter Morrison, Derrick G. Mcdowell, Larry Darnell Goodman

Lyric:
Ain't nobody talkin' when I'm talkin', fellas
So shut the fuck up

And who the fuck are you?
Steppin' up in my motherfuckin', uh
Chuck Taylors, Knick kickers, Wallabee's, Cossacks
On my ass, I got the um, um, khakis, 501's

On my back I got the uh, sweatshirt
You know, with the fat three creases
Uh, my T-shirt, Slingshot, uh, khaki shirt
Um and I got the K-cutter in my in my pocket

Uh, got the afro, the braids
Motherfuckin' uh, rollers
You got to believe, somethin'
And I just ask my motherfuckin' self, uh

To G or not to G is the question
And like Smith told Wesson
I'm shady with the 380 old school diploma
I'll leave that ass in a coma

So, if you got a herringbone
Welcome to the terror dome
Two-eleven, sorry rReverend
Oh my God, gettin' robbed
Reach for the small, Atomic Dog

Hard to swallow, janky as Rollo
Count to ten and don't try to follow
'Cause just like Waco, I can take fo'
ATF to they death

Bust a left on Western, go and get a room
Don't want to be a felon like Stacey Koon
Get the right bitch, hit the light switch
Here we go, tap that ass like this, really doe

West Side Lench Mob
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin'

Thirty in a holdin' tank, catch the vapors
Make me a pillow out of toilet paper
Concrete bench kickin' off the hemorrhoids
Ese's deep, don't fuck with dem boys

Phone check, collect call from the baller
Her mama said, "Please don't call her"
Do-Wah-Diddy, far from New Jack City
Seen one of my peers, "What the fuck you doin' in here?"
He said, "One-eighty-seven on the enemy"

And they treat me like I just shot a Kennedy
Deputy bitch thinks she's the Queen Bee
Ink on my thumb, index and pinky
Sir, what set you from? Play dumb
General population

Mama, put your house up and I can bounce up
Out this motherfucker, that's why I love ya
Out like a boss with a half-pint of sauce
Got the shit sewed up like Betsy Ross

What a friend know? Buy some indo
Never fuck with a silly hoe, really doe

Really doe, bitch
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Goddamn I'm a motherfuckin' G
Yup, that's right
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Goddamn I'm a

Knock you out like NyQuil, I'll kill you quick
You sucker-for-love-ass trick
So don't run up, wit' ya gun up
'Cause I got the back breaker, double pump, rump shaker

'Cause we can play hookie in the Aqua Boogie
With concrete Nikes, ya gets no stripes
Livin' unforgiven with the mic on
And punks runnin' like 'roaches with the light on

And that's all the shit I'm startin' bust a cap
Like Jerome. M. Martin
You lookin' for a punk with benefits
'Cause you got a baby, that take many shits

And you know I got a grip like a baby on a tit
Scopin', hopin', thighs open
But I kick back, six-pack and hit the Phillie slow
Hooker hoe, really doe

Ice Cube, yup
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Goddamn I'm a motherfuckin' G
Really doe, west side
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
Motherfuckin' O, motherfuckin' G

East side
South side
'Cause I'm a motherfuckin' G
G, G, G, motherfuckin' G
North side

And who the fuck are you?

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No Diggedy - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: No Diggedy
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Andre Weston, Willie Hines, Chris Martin

Lyric:
No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime

No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime

Yo yo
Well biggity back from the gutter, ya beat the butter flow comin at'cha
Check the rapture that I miggity manufacture
Body snatcher, here to throw the pitch again
Gotta switch again because we back up in this bitch again (No doubt)
We roll like Michelin, the rapper's know the pedigree
Flowin steadily, yo Boogie Banger rizzy ready G?

I'm miggity made of snakes-n-snails and rock Wally tails
Jiggity joined by the balls in case all else fails
Higgity hails from the land of gunsling and I tell ya one thing
Diggity Das EFX we run things, hunting
Down hardcore clowns and love singers
And I got more styles than Brooklyn got drug slingers (word up!)
Police oppress me, MC's wanna stiggity stress me
Tickity talkin more trash than a Hefty
Heaven-to-Betsy when Dray spark the sess, we left
You faggot MC's marked for death

No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime

I line up rappers then I drop em like they're dominos (No diggedy!)
And know body from their poppa to their momma knows (No diggedy!)
We got the flows to get ya hyper, plug up the mic-uh
Phiggity-phone and then it's on because I'm just the type-uh
And ain't no diggedy, I flow until infinity, you must be kiddin me
Ain't niggity nuttin gettin rid of me
Big up to PMD, forever gettin blunted
Flooded in the triple black Benz 500

I riggity rap like Saram from here to Pakistan
Me and my man came to kick styles out the can
Fridge you with the flow, yo it's the big chill
Ship all pounds plus stack my grants in a hill
So you better set the backra or ya head'll splat
I smiggity smoked the pot that called the kettle black
Provoke and get your jiggity jaw broke
B-K-L-Y-N we no joke

No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime

Well yo the 1 is for them suckers, the 2 is for my shortys
The 3 is for my knuckers puffin els and crackin 40's
Diggy Das EFX you know the text we never slackin
We back and fliggity flex a nigga, check the rappin
Niggas be actin shady
So I got eyes behind my back and I biggity black the 80
Yo we crazy as they come smokin blunts by the carton
Beg your pardon but MC's is a pain like
Sharpen up your skills, it's on the real to break em down
My sound is strictly hardcore underground

No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime

No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy do we bring it real everytime?
No diggedy can I kick a rhyme for your mind?
No diggedy Das EFX we rip it everytime

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