Miss Usa - Lyrics - The Nixons

Title: Miss Usa
Artist: The Nixons
Composer(s): Zachary David Maloy, Brooks John Stephen Humphrey, Jesse Herron Davis

Lyric:
Only time, only keeps you up at night
You're just getting older, nature is holding
Gravity is giving way

Miss USA, don't you always get your way
Need more eyes to behold, flowers to hold on
Kingdom queen for a day

Miss USA
I'll be alright, you'll be okay
And we're bound to see another day

Miss USA knows exactly what to say
And it's the world that she's holding
Selling her soul, she says
"Where do I sign my name?"

Miss USA
I'll be alright, you'll be okay
And we're bound to see another day

What does the beauty mean on the inside
Only here beneath the eye
Only a little bit older
The eyes of your beholder will shine

Only time, you'd always catches you in time
And this world don't need saving
Eat what you're craving
You have already had your day

Miss USA
I'll be alright, you'll be okay
And we're bound to see another day

Miss USA
I'll be alright, you'll be okay
And we're bound to see another day
Miss USA

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Lonesome Usa - Lyrics - Jason Aldean - Jason Aldean

Title: Lonesome Usa
Album: Jason Aldean
Artist: Jason Aldean
Composer(s): D Mark Wright, Kim Chadwick Tribble, David Lee Murphy

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Lyric:
I drove half way to town last night and I turned around
In a field of fireflies makin' such a lonely sound
As my headlights flashed on a mailbox by the road
I realized that I was livin' in a new zip code

Well, I'm livin' in lonesome USA, population one since yesterday
Livin' and dyin' in the hell I made since you been gone
Right now my mind's in another state
Ain't enough heart here left to break
I'm livin' in lonesome, lonesome USA

I never knew the sound of silence could be so loud
It's hard getting used to livin' in an empty house
Yeah I know I can come and go any time I please
But there's somethin' I miss about, you waitin' up on me

Well, I'm livin' in lonesome USA, population one since yesterday
Livin' and dyin' in the hell I made since you been gone
Right now my mind's in another state
Ain't enough heart here left to break
I'm livin' in lonesome, lonesome USA

Hey, I could drive all night and be right here where I am
And still be just as lost 'til you come back
Hey I look around here an it don't take long to see
Oh where I am right now's the only place to be

Lonesome USA, population one since yesterday
Livin' and dyin' in the hell I made since you been one
Right now my mind's in another state
Ain't enough heart here left to break
I'm livin' in lonesome, lonesome USA

Hey, I'm livin' in lonesome, lonesome USA
Hey, I'm livin' in lonesome, lonesome USA

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Blue Highway - Lyrics - Rebel Yell - Billy Idol

Title: Blue Highway
Album: Rebel Yell
Artist: Billy Idol
Composer(s): Billy Idol, Steve Stevens

Lyric:
Some of my good friends
It's to put your hands
I ought to start this here
Rain for a day glow
But when you want to walk through Soho
And I wake up in the USA

Oh you know we're gonna ride
On a blue highway
Walk with electro glide
On a blue highway
Wave below to Christ
On my highway
Yes I almost died
On a blue highway

Oh the sun's for miles
Or it's kind of a bitter risk
Out to ride the night
Oh sister's so hip too
I hear you and I miss you
Co-starring in the USA

Oh you know we're gonna ride
On a blue highway
Walk with electro glide
On a blue highway
Wave below to Christ
On my highway
Yes I almost died
On a blue highway

Why do I miss you?
Why did I kiss you?
Because

Oh you know we're gonna ride
On a blue highway
Walk with electro glide
On a blue highway
Wave below to Christ
On my highway
Yes I almost died

So glad that you're leaving now
I'm glad that you're here
I'm glad that you wanna stay
Because

Oh you know we're gonna ride
On a blue highway
Walk with electro glide
On a blue highway
Wave below to Christ
On my highway
Yes I almost died
On the blue highway
On the blue highway

Wings and we'll wind the love
Yes there's a time a time for love
Then you kissed me
On a blue highway

Why do I miss you
Oh hoo I kiss you

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Superbabe - Lyrics - Skull Ring - Iggy Pop

Title: Superbabe
Album: Skull Ring
Artist: Iggy Pop
Composer(s): Whitey Kirst, Alex Kirst, James Osterberg, Pete Marshall

Lyric:
I made love to a superbabe
I kinda wondered how I did
It may be pointless to describe her
But she has the power of gravity
She used a voodoo force on me

Big tits, high ass, long legs, flat stomach
Helped her cover all my dreams with sleep
She's using mojo energy

Snake hips, full lips, strong thighs, green eyes
(Superbabe)
White teeth, fresh meat, just like the TV
(Superbabe)

She's got the wild stuff, makes love for good luck
(Superbabe)
Don't miss with her kiss, won't duck from a woah
(Superbabe)
(Superbabe)

I made love to a superbabe
So tell me what else could I do
Until I couldn't do no more
Or even know what for, forever and a day
I'm gonna jump on superbabe

Fame, drugs and money cannot save me
And evil's everywhere but here comes superbabe
She's U.S.A. prime all the way

One, two, three, four, who the fuck are we for
(Superbabe)
Five, six, seven, eight, I can relate
(Superbabe)

Don't miss with her kiss, won't duck from a woah
(Superbabe)
She's got the wild stuff, makes love for good luck
(Superbabe)

Superbabe
Superbabe

Fame, drugs and money cannot save me
(Superbabe)
(Superbabe)

It may be pointless to describe her
(Superbabe)
(Superbabe)

She's got the wild stuff, makes love for good luck
(Superbabe)
Don't miss with her kiss, won't duck from a woah
(Superbabe)

Snake hips, full lips, strong thighs, green eyes
(Superbabe)
White teeth, fresh meat, just like the TV
(Superbabe)
(Superbabe)

I made love to a superbabe
(Superbabe)
I made love to a superbabe
(Superbabe)
I made love to a superbabe
(Superbabe)
I made love to a superbabe
(Superbabe)

I made love to a superbabe
(Superbabe)

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For My People - Lyrics - Business As Usual - Epmd

Title: For My People
Album: Business As Usual
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Erick Sermon, Parrish J Smith, James Brown, L Collins

Lyric:
Here

The E R I C K S E R M O N
I'm dark skinned, pack a mac 10 more menace
And I'll wreck the whole damn set
Smash, you ain't seen shit yet

Yes, a fact, a black nine mil is what I pack
In the front of my waist, right next to my bozack
A safety for the suckers that hate me
I haven't had to bust a couple of rounds lately

I hope not, it's no fun getting shot
'Cause when I cock, I aim straight for the knot
I don't miss, I have a scope, no jokin'
You should hope that disco appearance like broke

Mass destruction when I start crushin' and bustin'
Duck MC's, I'm bumrushin'
Swift wit the trig, there's nuff foes equipped
Real deal, of course, I pack steel, shits thick

I'm not dumb, to walk the streets, they kept us swinging by
A punk chump wit spunk, who dares to jump
By the hour, I push power like Hiroshima
Got dropped on by U.S.A. and like cleaned her
I manage to damage people without a sequel
This is for my people

Check out the main attraction, black man in action
Number one crowd mover, I break backs in
Boy, you shoulda known what EPMD stands for
Sucker snappin' necks, bustin' caps and breakin' jaws

It's Erick and Parrish Making Dollars
Excel, living well, taking no shorts and why bother
To whine while I dine, sounds genuine
You walked in the wrong camp, punk, stepped on a land mine

Boom bang, bust the slang that I bring
From Brent wood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
For some bullshit charge, mugshot on file

For hard time, thump beats like an Alpine
No Sam Suey sole shoe shoot joints, back a Tech Nine
Yes the brother's back with no knife or axe
Just a microphone, sucker, it limits that pack

Def blows and flows, quadraverbs and echoes
Sounds the pound hard to make an MC petrol
My nine mil, kitted wit the infrared beam
Something similar to a Roger Moore scene

That's James Bond, 007, with guillotine
To keep the Hit Squad hype to fly heads like the A-Team
Don't bug or miss, bug on the sequel
For this shit I kick, it's strictly for my people

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Queen Of The Hop - Lyrics - Bobby Darin

Title: Queen Of The Hop
Artist: Bobby Darin
Composer(s): Woody Harris

Lyric:
Well, you can talk about your Julie and your Peggy Sue
You can keep your miss Molly and your Mary Lou
When it comes to the chicken or doin' the bop?
I got a girl they call the queen of the hop

Oh, well I love my queen
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen

Well, she wears short shorts and a rock 'n roll shoes
You ought to see her dance to the Yellow Dog Blues
She's my sugar time baby, I'm her lollipop
An' everybody knows I love my queen of the hop

Oh, well I love my queen
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen

Oh, well she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA
She don't care 'bout a thing except in rock 'n roll
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll, yeah

Oh, she tunes in to Bandstand every day
To watch the kids dancin' 'cross the USA
She don't care 'bout a thing except in' rock 'n roll
My baby drives me crazy when she does the stroll

Oh, well I love my queen
Do you know who I mean?
Sweet little sixteen
Yes, that's my queen

Well, that's my queen
Yes, that's my queen
Oh, well that's my queen
Yes, that's my queen

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So Funky - Lyrics - Banned In The U.S.A. - 2 Live Crew

Title: So Funky
Album: Banned In The U.S.A.
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): David P Hobbs, Christopher Wongwon, Luther Campbell, Mark D Ross

Lyric:
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

I'm nasty as I wanna be
I express myself so vulgarly
Obscene, or whatever you wanna call it
That's why some suckas wanna stall it

Some people worry about the wrong thing
But why worry about what we're sayin'
'Cause we're gonna do what we wanna do
And if y'all don't like it, well then fuck you too

People don't know unless you tell them so
But it was cool when we were just in the ghetto
We didn't ask you to publicize us
But it was you who created the fuss

And blew the whole thing out of proportion
You should worry about your topics like abortion
So I fiend for the funk like a dope fiend junky
Fuck you all and let us get so funky

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Singin' this song, movin' along
Provin' to the suckas that I keep gettin'
Stronger than what ya been hearin'
Kid Ice is on the set, so suckas stop sweatin'

I kick it funky to show my courage
When schoolin' others, kick the knowledge
For those who hate me, I pray you'll miss me
If you find out you had dissed me

I'll treat you like a child and smack your head
Feed you dick, put you to bed
Look you in the eye and know you're fessin'
Make you take notes of the lesson

The rhythm is something I cannot hide
And I'm feelin' that I feel deep inside
So talk about me while I make my money
Kid Ice is known to be so funky

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Some say I'm crazy and I got problems
An evaluation might help solve 'em
The funky mack nasty, filthy mack funky
Stankin' like [Incomprehensible], the wino junky

Mentally scarred, always barred
Slightly deranged, a half way retard
Goin' off insanely, tryin' to retain me
Tried to capture my rapture but couldn't contain me

I put 'em in shambles makin' examples
'Cause once I get started I'm hard to handle
You can't keep me back, you can't forget that
I heard the chit chat, you said that I'm wack

But anyway, that's okay
I try not to hear what the niggas say
So I just fiend for the funk like a dope fiend junky
Excuse me y'all and let me get so funky

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey
Umph, so funky
Nasty, hey

Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

Umph, so funky
Hey
Umph, so funky
Hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

Umph, so funky
Funky, hey
Umph, so funky
Funky, hey

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Stop The Violence - Lyrics - Boogie Down Productions

Title: Stop The Violence
Artist: Boogie Down Productions
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker

Lyric:
Worldwide B.D.P. are the freshest
Worldwide, worldwide, worldwide

One, two, three, the crew is called B.D.P.
And if you want to go to the tip top
Stop the violence in hip-hop, Y O

Time and time again, as I pick up the pen
As my thoughts emerge, these are those words
I glance at the paper to know what's going on
Someone's doing wrong, the story goes on
Mary Lue's had a baby someone else decapitated
The drama of the world shouldn't keep us so frustrated
I look, but it doesn't coincide with my books
Social studies when I speak upon political crooks
It's just the presidents, and all the money they spent
All the things they invent and how the house is so immaculate

They paid missiles, my family's eating gristle
Then they get upset when the press blows the whistle
Of course the main profiles are kept low
You temper with some jobs, now the press is controlled
Not only newspapers, but every single station
You only get to hear the president is on vacation
But ehrm, stay calm, there's no need for alarm
You say go back to your mom, and you're off to Vietnam
You shoot to kill, come back and you're a veteran

But how many veterans are out there pedaling?
There's no telling, 'cause they continue selling
As quiet as it's kept, I won't go into depth
You can talk about Nigeria, people used to laugh at ya
Now I take a look, I say U.S.A. for Africa?

What's the solution, to stop all this confusion?
Rewrite the constitution, change the drug which you're using
Rewrite the constitution or the emancipation, proclamation
We fight inflation, yet the president's still on vacation

B.D.P. posse I say "One two three, the crew is called B.D.P.
And if you wanna go to the tip top
Stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y O"

This might sound a little strange to you
Well here's the reason I came to you
We gotta put our heads together, and stop the violence
'Cause real bad boys move in silence
When you're in a club, you come to chill out
Not watch someones blood just spill out
That's what these other people want to see
Another race fight endlessly
You know we're being watched, you know we're being seen

Some wish to destroy this scene called hip-hop
But I won't drop not I or Scott LaRock
Now here is the message that we bring today
Hip-hop will surely decay
If we as a people don't stand up and say
Stop the violence, stop the violence
Stop the violence, stop the violence
Stop the violence

I say, "One two three, the crew is called B.D.P.
And if you wanna go to the tip top
Stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y O"

B.D.P. and me we step into the party top celebrity
Say when we're coming to dance, we never have to pay a fee
'Cause that's where we got R E S P E C T
I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody
I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse
I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you some that I
Sometimes I got my gear on, sometimes I wear a hat
Sometimes I'm in a Mercedes and sometimes I'm in a plane
Sometimes I find myself upon the number two train

Some people look at me and see negativity
Some people look at me and see positivity
But when I see myself I see creativity
So if I can create, well then I make some money
Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid
Sha man, just put your hands up if you're out here gettin' paid

One, two, three, the crew is called B.D.P.
And if you wanna go to the tip top
stop the violence in the hip-hop, Y O

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Black Haired Girl - Lyrics - Glitter in the Gutter - Jesse Malin

Title: Black Haired Girl
Album: Glitter in the Gutter
Artist: Jesse Malin
Composer(s): Holly Delores Ramos, Jesse F. Malin, Johnny Pisano

Lyric:
Coming down on a Monday, another work day
When I saw her the first time
She tapped her nails on my window
She said, "Lets go", and we left it all behind

Here she comes down the street
Mountain high and river deep

Baby, baby, come on
Before the summer is gone
Black haired girl

Wanna go for a ride
Just like Bonnie and Clyde
Around the world

I can never resist
My little anarchist
Black haired girl

She's a seven day weekend
She don't pretend
When she's dancin' wild and free
Her momma, she was a singer
And a dreamer but her dad's a mystery

Baby, baby, come on
Before the summer is gone
Black haired girl

Wanna go for a ride
Just like Bonnie and Clyde
Around the world

I can never resist
My little anarchist
Black haired girl

Going down to the beaches
On the river city line
Well, I tell her my secrets
She says I'll keep them with mine

Here she comes down the street
Mountain high and river deep

We'll be M.I.A
In the USA
Black haired girl

Gimme, gimme a kiss
With your apocalypse
At the end of the world

Baby, baby be my
Miss American Pie
Black haired girl
Black haired girl
Black haired girl

Coming down on a Monday, another work day
(Black haired girl)
Looking out of my window
Where did she go
(Black haired girl)

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Why (Remix) - Lyrics - Jadakiss

Title: Why (Remix)
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Anthony Hamilton, Pierre Moerlen, Jason Phillips

Lyric:
All that I've been given
It's this pain that I be living
(The remix, the remix)
They got me in the system
Why they gotta do me like that?

Why is garbage music selling a lot?
Why is the music industry state of mind real far from hip hop?
Why vote republican if you black?
Why build more jails, less schools 'cuz we under attack?

Why I keep the four pound in the air?
The revolution will not be televised get from around here
Why I keep my right fist in the sky?
I let them know that we gonna make it, don't plan our demise

Why you gotta teach your kids on your own?
'Cuz when you get in the zone
They bringing you in, you both getting cloned

Why we still gotta pray to Allah?
It's hip hop, this the 'New World Order'
And they playin' us hard

Why rappers getting protection?
Why the country ain't flipped
When they jerked the votes the last election?

Why die for all my beliefs?
I gotta look at my kids I rather smile
Then cry when he's sleep, that's why

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

Why do niggas say I changed for a girl?
Why you worried 'bout my clothes?
If my flow gon' change the world?
Why you wait till you 30 to try to be hard?
Why I gotta have religion if I believe in God?

Why is Bush acting like he trying to get Osama?
Why don't we impeach him and elect Obama?
Why ain't Rick James remembered for classic hits?
Why do we remember Rick for smackin' a bitch?

Why did Ricky Williams retire? They mad at Miami
Why did Justin sell Janet out and go to the Grammy's?
Why you kill on every song, why you frown at the screen?
It?s so many thrones, why we argue who is the King?

Why it's over for the gangsta, why it's over for bling?
Why they hype Britney up, they know she can't sing?
Why a whip and a chain a black American dream?
Why I know it in my heart it remains unseen? Why?

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

Registered voter not blood of a panther
Why is the question what is the answer?
Got a suggestion, here's an example
Won't we build our own airline, states, and highways?
Fly to Africa, do some trades with Zimbabwe

Why did Malcolm's mission die with the man?
Why we ain't pick it up where he left it and carry out his plan?
Why the merger try to exclude L.A. Reid?
He brought you Usher, Outkast top-selling CD's

Why do half America got AIDS?
Why do schools care about your son's braids
More than they care for his grades?

Why they hate our white t-shirts and hats turned backwards?
And why is Jesus Christ never played by black actors?
And why there ain't a MC that can touch me nor budge me?
And why is Nas the best thing in rap since Chuck D?

And why this record ain't sell 5 mill yet?
Jada's as real as it get
Put my money where my mouth is
We do something 'bout this

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

Yo by thugs, I'm surrounded
Tell me why is it the money motivates me?
But the love keeps me grounded?
Why my cases ain't get thrown out?
And why team USA keep getting blown out?

Why the Democratic party ain't getting with me?
Why they still hanging black bodies in Mississippi?
Yea, why did governor McGrevey get caught with a lizard?
Why they take away Shyne's phone calls and visits?

Why I been hot for 7 years?
Why the new M5 come with 7 gears?
Please tell me why y'all keep making that trash?
Why they reinstating the draft, why is it so much hating you have?

And why sell records and keep working?
Why we go on stage with the bread with the feet working?
Shit Li's real, why when I loved on die you miss them?
Why it took for me to make 'Why' for y'all to listen?

Why, why they got me strugglin'? Why?
All the brothas locked behind bars
Drained up in the system going crazy
I'm battling my pistol going, why?

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Workin' It - Lyrics - Don Henley

Title: Workin' It
Artist: Don Henley
Composer(s): Don Henley, Stanley Lynch, Frank Turner Simes

Lyric:
Ah, it's open season here my friend
It always is, it always has been
Welcome, welcome to the U.S.A.
We're partying fools in the autumn of our heyday

And though we're running out of everything
We can't afford to quit, no
Before this binge is over
We've got to squeeze off one more hit
We're workin' it

(Workin', workin)
Workin' it
(Workin')

Soon you will be dancing face to face
With the limits of ambition and the scars of the marketplace
Welcome to the land of flame and fizz
Where you will learn that packaging is all that Heaven is

We got the little black car, the little black dress
We got the guru and the trainer and the full court press
We got the software, hard drive, CD ROM
We got the exploitation.com

We got the pager, cell phone, bootleg methaqualone
The media, the message "You are what you own"
We got the agent, lawyer, lapdog, voyeur
Talk show, book deal, round mouth, square meal

We're so busy covering our asses
We just can't commit
We say, "Oh back off, don't bother me baby"
Can't you see I'm workin' it

(Workin', workin)
Workin' it
(Workin')

It's plain to see Miss Liberty has not yet come of age
But she loves to feed the animals
As long as they're locked up in the cage
Yeah, but everybody knows the girl's got balls of brass
Aw, kiss my ass

We've got a whole new class of opiates
To blunt the stench of discontent
In these corporation nation states
Where the loudest live to trample on the least
They say it's just the predatory nature of the beast

But, the barons in the balcony are laughing
And pointing to the pit, they say, "Aw look
They've grown accustomed to the smell
Now, people love that shit
We're workin' it"

(Workin', workin)
Workin' it
(Workin')

We got the short term gain, the long term mess
We got the suffocating, quarterly consciousness
(Workin')
Yes man, run like a thief

New york to Hollywood, hype and glory
Special effects and no story
(Workin')
Yes man, run like a thief

Workin' it
Workin' it
(Workin')

Well, you don't know who the enemy is
(Workin')
You don't know
You don't know who the enemy is
(Workin')

Company man
(Workin')
Eight for me, one for you
(Workin')
Very fair
Business as usual, business as usual

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Come Home With Me - Lyrics - Come Home With Me - Cam'Ron

Title: Come Home With Me
Album: Come Home With Me
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): George Clinton, Gregory Green, Jimmy L Jones, Cameron Giles, Seon Thomas, Juelz Santana

Lyric:
Ah yo, come on home with us man
Harlem World USA man
Take a walk with us on our block man
See how we live
Dip-sect

Yo, yo, come on home with me, early 90's
I wasn't pearly and shinning, I was certainly grimy
'Cause I ain't have no fresh clothes
Or jewerly with the X O's
My house had asbestos, though I'm fixing up a 60 pack
Where the kitty cat, mice runnin' around the damn sticky trap
Come on home with me, where my mother found my crack platter
Threw it away so I snap at her, back slapped her

She picked up the bat like Maguire
For that matter hit me, I was back at her
Come home where I ducked the DT
Lying around the corner, but I'm getting the free cheese
Come on home with me, where I stand on my post
Playing my toast, dinner there was mayonaise and toast
And pepper, many nights I done slept with a hefa
Any beef came it left on a stretcher, Killa

Come on home with me, where they rapidly flossing
Where I beg Kim to have the abortion
Money brang back extortion, caution
There ain't no track in the office
Relax in the coffin, and the bitch know I'm serious
'Cause I'm never scared ma, unless you miss your period
So come home with me, where the girls wanna come home with me
And say Cam "If you leave, don't hit me", love to see the chrome whippy

The car a quarter mill, on the wheels I done blown 50
Dice game blown 50, Jones loan 60
Head cracks thrown swiftly, took it home with me
So come home with me, where a nigga make Starbucks
I'm about to cop a Starbucks, I reversed on my hard luck
Now I'm at the dealer buying car trucks
Aww shucks

Come home with me, to the streets, the slums, the ghetto
That's home to me, everynight my girl crying to come home with me
No, come home with me where there so many cops
The block is boiling and the food is spoiled but that pot
With the rock is boiling, same pot mommy cook with, left the oil in
Come on home with me, where these bitches is frauds
Niggas don't listen to broads
They having you sitting in court for kids that ain't yours

Come home with me, where everyday the glocks go pop
Where the front doors broke and them locks don't lock
Come home with me, dog where the beef is seeking
Kids don't trick or treat, they get tricked for treating
Come home with me, where the pistol squeezing
Niggas twist they cheekin', ripped to pieces
Our kids get even, come home with me
Don't leave your condoms behind

'Cause them bitches leave there martians behind
Pray to God that I'm fine, come on home with me
Come on zone with me, come on walk through this cold city
Where these kids need food
Niggas need guidance and bitches need roofs
Come on home with me, where niggas living off they last bucks
Phone is off, rent is backed up
Come on home with me, niggas strap up

Hit the street gats up, clack up and get they money back up
Come on home with me, every block got a crack in it
Every hallway got a nigga with some crack in it
Don't get trapped in it

Come on home with me, where my parents
Would leave me alone, so early I was free to just roam
7 keys to the home, 11 trees to the dome
13 I ran the streets with the chrome
Come on home with me, where the buses don't run
And my dogs stay busting there guns
Think that getting caught by Justice is fun?
Keep a blade up the in the gum, this is Harlem World

Where the fuck is you from?
Come on home with me every few minutes, was a knock on the door
Fiends coming copping the raw, clothes kicks socks on the floor
Mommy like be quiet 'cause I really think them cops at the door
Is the locks on the door?
Come on home with me, where grandmothers is 30
One gram on that butter is 30
4 grand is my cut from the birdy, school cutting it early

Don't stutter mothafuckers you heard me, uh
Come on home with me these are the facts, Steve Francis and Latifah
Got jacked, Mike Tyson punch Mitch Green in the face
Sarge snatched by the feds, we was the case
No shit he still pleading his case, come home with me
Hoes say thats Jones with you, but I wouldn't take him home with you
Come home with me, get stoned with me, be zoned with me
The chrome you see, the Jones you see, dip-sect, come home with me

Dip-sect nigga, Jim Jones, [Incomprehensible], Killa
Freaky Zekey, Juelz Santana
Blak A Don Dipomatic
We comin' for ya 2 double 1
For life hold that down and what
Harlem, Harlem, Harlem

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My People - Lyrics - The Art of Love and War - Angie Stone

Title: My People
Album: The Art of Love and War
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Angie Stone, J. Ingram, Idris Elba, Edward Ellington

Lyric:
My people!
Yeah!
My people!
Yeah!

The foundation of the United States
Rests on the sweat of my people
Every enemy of the USA
Has had to face my people on the front lines

People, my people are dyin?
And we see it all the time
Don?t know where our future would be
If he?s not here, how do we stay strong?

Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

People, my people, keep striving
There?s a greater master plan
We need to know our history
We were kings and queens of the greatest dynasty

Only we can save us from us
Bring about change we will show our people love

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

Who are my people? Dr. Vernon Johns
Dr. Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks
Nelson Mandela, Malcolm X
Bishop Desmond Tutu, Mohammad Ali
Sydney Poitier, Quincy Jones

Colin Powell, Oprah Winfrey
Barrack Obama, Spike Lee
Michael Jordan, Venus and Serena Williams
Tiger Woods, The Rutgers Women?s Basketball Team
We are my people, we are the future

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

My people, hold your head up
My people, don?t get fed up
My people rise, my people fight
My people do alright

My people walk with pride and
We?re marchin? side by side and
My people laugh, my people cry
My people ride and die

Harriet Tubman, Shirley Caesar
Miss Jane Pittman, Juanita Bynum
Maya Angelou, Bishop T.D. Jakes
Madam C.J. Walker, Bishop Noel Jones

Moms Mabley, Reverend Blake Scott
Aretha Franklin, Reverend Jamal Bryant
Dorothy Dandridge, Richard Pryor
Lena Horn, Samuel Jackson
Nancy Wilson, Magic Johnson
Mahalia Jackson, Smokey Robinson

Sugar Ray Robinson, Nikki Giovanni
Adam Clayton Powell, Afeni Shakur
The Funk Brothers, Miles Davis
Mr. James Brown, 2Pac
Bob Marley, Biggie Smalls

Billie Holiday, Cathy Hughes
Charlie Parker, Betty Shabazz
Denzel Washington, Coretta Scott King
Morgan Freeman, Angela Davis
James Earl Jones, Nat King Cole

Curtis Mayfield, Bob Johnson
Marvin Gaye, Johnnie Cochran
Berry Gordy, Nat Turner
Michael Jackson, Bill Cosby
Cuba Gooding Jr., Dick Gregory
Chris Tucker, Langston Hughes

Reverend Al Sharpton, Katherine Dandrige
Jesse Jackson, Debbie Allen
Woo! Gregory Hines
Benjamin Zephaniah, Robert Pelé
Kofi Annan, Luther Vandross

Tyler Perry, Wynton Marsalis
Zadie Smith, Charles White
Pele, Romare Bearden
Robert Mugambi, Gordon Parks
Omar, John McLean

Mariam Makeba, Susan Taylor
Soul II Soul, Tom Bail
Antwan Fuqua, Damien Marley
Trevor McDonald, The Black Stars
Angie Stone, Count Basie
Duke Ellington, Jackie Robinson

Bill Clinton, that?s right I said it
Y?all know that was the first black man in the White House

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