Momma I'M So Sorry - Lyrics - Hell Hath No Fury - Clipse

Title: Momma I'M So Sorry
Album: Hell Hath No Fury
Artist: Clipse
Composer(s): Terrance Thornton, Pharrell L Williams, Gene Elliott Jr Thornton

Lyric:
Gather around

Miami Vice, all my cocaine gringos, ya know
Miami Vice, Pusha spit this shit for y'all, here we go

Youngin' don't make my cells rise, I shoot you out ya chuckers
Pusha hear the whispers of all you mothafuckers
Papa said stay free of them suckers
Minus the wicked jumper, street balla like the rucker
Skip to my Lou if you lookin' for a couple, roosters in the duffle

Keep the hood screaming ?CaCa doodle doo fuckers?
Coke by the ton, rap niggaz I'm the one
With basic rhyme pattern, how the fuck you tryin' to jacka
Basic ass rappas, got 'em running for they life
I philosophies about glocks and keys

Niggaz call me young black Socrates, West Indies
Bitch drop to knees quick, what?
With dreams of being a rich man's bitch
Feel sorry for niggaz, pull triggers and they shit click
So many bullets jammed in my shit, should call me [Incomprehensible]
Shake the diamonds out my wrists

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious

Youngin', learn from me, let's not be at odds
Were more like than not, 2 peas of a pod
Same hustle, 'cept my hustle now flows
I once gave it away, at 30 grams an O

That accounts for all them days in the cold
Feels like kissing cake mix, can't wait to lick the bowl
But it's a bigger picture, homes trust I done seen it
From Frankford to Colon, Oslo to Sweden

From Italy's Milan to the shores of Nepali
Now I consider Ferrarian Salvador dollies
I'm no longer local, my thoughts are global
That's why I seen distance, son expand ya vision

Even the [Incomprehensible] Norwegian women, blonde hair and blue eyes
I'm gettin' back with a vengeance
Whip it like they want me all attached to the kitten
And they wonder in these raps if I'm kiddin', huh

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious, uh

Miami Vice, sorry heavenly father, once again I hate to bother
It's P the evil creeper send some to the grim reaper
Meanwhile, me and my Mrs. like Soloman and Sheeba
Sign of the times her Emilio Gucci sneakers, huh

Ghetto literature, I damn near died from Bolivia
It don't take much to get rid of ya, it's a sin for ya
Better call the minister

I'm sorry grandmama for mistakes I have made
When I aired family business, how you put me in my place
Even my baby mama, I can't look you in the face
'Cause I can't do enough, you a symbol of God's grace

So I place you in the flower bed, porcelain shower heads
Throughout the house and keep the youngin's mouthes fed
And when I'm gone, I hope it is said
I gave structure to the youth by the example I lead, huh

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
I don't fear Tubbs and Crockett
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Got two hot rocks in my pocket

Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
Big home, palm trees and watches
Mama I'm so sorry, I'm so obnoxious
My only accomplice is my conscious

Miami Vice

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Yo - I'M Sorry - Lyrics - Ne

Title: Yo - I'M Sorry
Artist: Ne
Composer(s): Everett Cowing, Christina Milian, Neo Paul Poli, Shaffer Chimere Smith, Demetrius Spencer

Lyric:
Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

Starring at your picture, my vision is blur
My eyes are feeling petite with every word
They're trying to tell me, I'm only a kid and that I
Can't be in love, I don't know what it is

And they keep trying to convince me
That you ain't no good for me
(You're to young to know, baby, just let it go)
And they just won't accept what we are
And what we can be
(So this letter reads)
Momma, please understand

Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

And I know that she thinks that I'm young and naive
Don't know what's good for me, think of your future
She says with tears in her eyes
(Don't throw away your dreams)
About loving some guy

Momma please, have more faith in me
You didn't raise a fool, I'm gonna stay by ya side
Though I know you don't want me to
So this letter reads
Momma, please understand

Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

Nothing I can say to make you feel the way you feel
But finally I found the love that I know is real, really real
And I ain't gonna give it up, not for nothing
I ain't gonna give it up
(No)
So momma won't you please understand the way I feel
Please understand

Momma, I'm sorry
You know I never meant to hurt you, no
But I'm in love with the boy next door
Momma, please understand
And momma, I'm so sorry
But I don't think that I can let him go
I'm in love with the boy next door

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So In Love - Lyrics - MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water - David Banner

Title: So In Love
Album: MTA2: Baptized In Dirty Water
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): Lavell W Crump, Mannie Fresh

Lyric:
Treat your throwback chicks right
Ya know what I'm sayin' they are people too
Every chick that I used to like done turned dike
And every chick that I used to dig hair real is really a wig
And every chick that I used to love, done turned to drugs
But yet still I keep it real and I'm so in

I'm so in love with you
(And I ain't going nowhere me and you with our guns in the air, baby)
I'm in love with you
(And I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)
I'm so in love with you
(And I ain't going nowhere me and you with our guns in the air, baby)
I'm in love with you
(And I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)

I remember those days I was broke and a bitch barely up
House smelling like some piss you was there for me
Rubbing my head saying it's gone be alright
The hardest nigga I was crying late at night it was fucking with me

In a bucket we would mash out
When I did that bullshit and got caught you got my ass out
You was that girl that would set that nigga up
I was the man that would wet that nigga up now fuck with me

And you did when they came to the crib
You grabbed the tech and started bussin' at a bitch aw shit, baby
You was my lady when the laughed at my clothes
In the front row when them hoes boo'd at my shows

And it's cool 'cause you helped me through school
95 selling weed in Baton Rouge
And you stayed strong with a pimp trick
Whipped it out and sucked a niggaz dirty dick, aw shit

Baby, I'm sorry let's start brand new
The world against us all along us two
All the shit I done took you through
I'm a grown man now

I'm so in love with you
(And I ain't going nowhere me and you with our guns in the air, baby)
I'm in love with you
(And I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)
I'm so in love with you
(And I ain't going nowhere me and you with our guns in the air, baby)
I'm in love with you
(And I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)

The second verse is for my momma you could truly serve a bowl
You were strong when daddy was gone fuck a nice home
When I was dying as a baby, momma boo you stay true
I heard you whisper to the Lord, let my child make it through

And I did I walked up in this bitch first born kid
Tell 'em fuck it, Billy went and hit a lick
You were there when the times were hard
You're a blessing from the heavens not a breed by God

And if I die momma swallow the pain
I leave this earth with your blood up in my veins
Let it flow free, let it kill me
But it's on and the way we ridding caddies, screaming out Lil' Jones

I'm so in love with you
(And I ain't going nowhere me and you with our guns in the air, baby)
I'm in love with you
(And I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)
I'm so in love with you
(And I ain't going nowhere me and you with our guns in the air, baby)
I'm in love with you
(And I'm a stay down till these bitches put a nigga in the ground)

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Bad Man! - Lyrics - Murs

Title: Bad Man!
Artist: Murs
Composer(s): N Carter, Patrick Douthit

Lyric:
Ready?
Uh huh
Aight
After tonight
Don't leave your girl 'round me, heartbreaker for life
Ask my homeboy 9th

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

All I wanted was to fuck, from the start I never lied
Now it hurts my heart to have to see you cry
Let you know from the jump, I was that type of guy
Now you all on my voice mail askin' me why
Never kissed you in public and I never held your hand
I never said I loved you so I never was your man
How can we break up, when we never broke down
And committed to each other, we was fuckin' around

That's how people get hurt, and we both do dirt
Now we could put this all behind us and make things work
Or I could get behind you 'cuz I like that skirt
Sorry 'bout that, got a one track mind
But if you say you don't wanna fuck me too, then you lying
Tryna fight it girl, shit bring your ass here
Who else can make you wet by doin' this in your ear
See why you playin', all that bullshit you sayin'

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

She got me screamin' in public, in the middle of the mall
I lightly touch her arm, what'd the bitch do?, fall
Now they call security, it's about to be drama
I would never hit a woman, I was raised by my momma
But I kinda feel bad even though I didn't do shit
Now I gotta waste time to find a new chick
Someone who understand a man's gotta be a man
I don't wanna have to lie just to get into your pants

And ain't nothin' wrong with a one night stand
That happens twice a week, plus I'm nice in the sheets
And you look like a freak, it'll be to your benefit
A nigga you can fuck, and a nigga you can kick it with
I'm sick of this phone tag text message foreplay
I like to be spontaneous, that's my forte
Let's go to my crib and have sex in the door way
We'd talk all night if you had things your way

Got all your girlfriends thinkin' that I'm the
(Bad Man!)
Never neglected you or disrespected you
A lot of have sex, yet you say I'm the
(Bad Man!)

Gave you dick, never fronted, pulled your hair when you wanted
Used to flip you on your stomach, said you wanted a
(Bad Man!)
Now it's all drama, an unidentified caller
On the phone with my momma talkin' 'bout I'm a
(Bad Man!)
How could somethin' so bad be so damn good?

She said this might make me look like a knight in shinin' armor
Great way to escape or get away from the drama
So I got a little momma, first, had to disarm her
Said she heard about us rappers, I still got to charm her
I'ma tell you what you wanna hear and make it the truth
Haven't been with a woman since I left Cam loose
Two months ago in Canada, ask my road manager
He'll tell you I'm a good guy, I wouldn't lie to you

Just because you look fly, look my bus cards are new
We'll shoot to my room, make the most of twelve hours
We can wash that club, smell out your hair in the shower
Turn down the power, lie down and make spoons
Or we can talk all night and listen to ITunes
You assume this the game that I spit to every girl
But I'm careful with my heart and who I let up in my world
So, here's my number, call me anytime girl

Just because I'm a musician she must think I'm a
(Bad Man!)
All alone when she listens and I know what she's wishin'
But she won't pay attention 'cuz she thinks I'm a
(Bad Man!)

It's not as bad as you think, 'cuz you had a few drinks
I'll hold you hair out the sink, you still think I'm a
(Bad Man!)
I don't do this all the time, you are just that fine
Get that shit out your mind, I am not the
(Bad Man!)

Bad Man!
Bad Man!
Bad Man!
Bad Man!

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Hip Hop Quotables - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Hip Hop Quotables
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): E Sermon, C Bridges

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Lyric:
Hi, my name's Ludacris, and I'm high as giraffe pussy
And I'm close to the edge, so yo' parents can come push me
I curse so much just to get on they nerves
I got kids actin' a fool from the traps to the burbs
My filthy mouth, it won't fight cavities or beat plaque
So I shot the tooth fairy and put my old teeth back
I take a shit on the equator, the size of a crater
And make government officials breathe harder than Darth Vader

It's the chicken and the beer that makes Luda keep rappin'
But no pork on my fork, I don't even speak pig latin
I go fishin' on my lake, with yo' bitch as the bait
Plus I eat many MC's, but I don't gain no weight
The numba one chief rocka, clean out yo' rap lockers
I'm as stiff as a board, y'all more shook than maracas
But my trix ain't for kids, if you dig'um you'll get smacked
I'll clock ya I'll spring forward, you fall back

Every album that I drop has got more than ten bangers
That's cause I'm a shot caller, y'all fools is Crank Yankers
Ain't a damn thing changed but the ice on my chain
To get chicks from Portland, Oregon to Portland, Maine
Now I roll up torpedoes, get blunted with rastas
For a hefty fee, I'm on your record like Bob Costas
I own so many jerseys I'm a throwback mess
I hit the cleaners and tell 'em I want a full court press

So momma toast your glass while I'm countin' my cash
'Cause every single is a smash, I'm hot as a camel's ass
The competition never just wanna admit that they lost
And that they last about as long as my part in the wash
From yo' car to a crap game, no one rolls wit'chu
One of Mini Me's shoes got more sole than you
So by the time you figure out why your record ain't spinnin'
I'm in the strip club smokin', with President Clinton

So stand clear of the long sideburns and goatee
They may the mold of the penis enlarger off me
I'll be in another room when I hit from the back
Not to mention my refridgerator's taller than Shaq
So yippie kay yay, yippie yie yie yo
If you can't swim, don't smoke my hydro
I've been lookin for a woman just to put my stamp on
But a lot of y'all are mo' stuck up than tampons

So wash all ya sins away and stop playin'
If God's line is busy you might have to two way him
Then catch me in your backyard, playin' croquet
And when I'm drunk tell them kids, drugs are bad, mmm'kay?
Or watch me swing my chain at the Roscoe's off Pico
Got seven cars, get all my rims at Chrome Depot
And people think I'm bad, they say "Oh he's so Evil!"
'Cause I go on blind dates, with actual blind people

But my album's out the store, yours be on the shelf
I heard you masturbate a lot, so y'all keep to yourself
'Cause these women want a man that stay up and stay strong
Like the NBA, you gotta play hard or go home
All that shit that y'all talkin', y'all can pop it to them
'Cause Ludacris'll beat you down with a prosthetic limb
I put my foot so deep in yo' ass that you can smell it
And yo' breath will turn to Foot Locker water repellant

I'm the man, I got money far as the eyes can see
And I'm in a group, I split dough with me, me and me
So much money in my jewelry that I'm damn near sorry
So I'ma trade my earrings in, and get a Ferrari
I buy cars with straight cash, have meetings with Donald Trump
Y'all meet with Honda, no payments for 12 months
Take a look at yo' life, and no wonder you so sad
Y'all put up with more shit than a colostomy bag, fool!

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My Tone - Lyrics - Deliverance - Bubba Sparxxx

Title: My Tone
Album: Deliverance
Artist: Bubba Sparxxx
Composer(s): Warren Mathis, Tim Mosley

Lyric:
My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)

Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C'mon

Yeah, I'll be damned if I ain't the slick son gun y'all seen
Walkin' like a swallowed up the pharmacy at Walgreens
Never did I love her, sorry baby it was all clean
Who you think you dealin' with? This Jimmy Mathis' offspring
Forty I was deep on the eighty I was there
Knock it out put on my boots and get the hell up out of there

You know a rapper's rule, in and out before the snare
And as far as parting shots, wash that shit up out your hair
Stob block, Cobb block, Dodge Ram, got Knox
Six twelves, four amps, three sluts, what's hot
I told ya once hot shot, you done braggin' too hot
Reach inside that tool box, this is where the feud stops

My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)

Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C'mon

Papa was a Rolling Stone but I'm a ballin' boulder
And I ain't gotta flex the chain or hit the mall to show ya
I just hibernate a while and call ya when it's over
Don't know where I'm headed but it's pretty far from sober
Yeah I fucked up in life, but wouldn't start it over
'Cause Momma said that, "God said he got a party for ya"

And I'm a give ya Lord, every beat a heart I owe ya
It sounds a bit cliche but Bubba Sparxxx a soldier
What you know about balin' hay in that South Georgia heat?
Very few roads are paved, still I do it for the streets
There's a heap a shit to lose, but there's even more to keep
If you feelin' froggy baby, better look before you leap

My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)

Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C'mon

Baby it's the tone, that got me gettin' Georgia Dome
Like Shondon with that Steven on the phone
Or maybe it's the slang that got me gettin' down my brains
On the plane, met this chick in Fort Mayne
And you certainly can blame the jazziest persona
But it's classy broad that get trashy in the sauna
Bubba's just the slickest, how else is there to word it
I'll just plead my case, and then let y'all unveil the verdict

My tone
(Tell me do you love it?)
My southern slang
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm sorry girl
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)

Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
I'm so jazzy baby
(Tell me do you love it?)
Gettin' jazzy
(Tell me do you love it?)
(Tell me do you love it?)
C'mon

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Earthquake - Lyrics - Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped) - Lil' Wayne

Title: Earthquake
Album: Tha Carter (Screwed And Chopped)
Artist: Lil' Wayne
Composer(s): Phalon Anton Alexander, Al Jr Jackson, Dwayne Michael Carter, Byron O Thomas, Al Green, Willie Lawrence Mitchell

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Lyric:
Speak to them Jazze
Yea fly guy

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll into
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

I'll take your bitch give her back, take your bitch again
That's because you throw a 5, I pitch a 10
Now she wanna get inside of my '66
She see that my wrist is blue and yellow like Michigan
She say she love her man, she misses him
But nobody do it better than her distant dick, me
I'm her long distance pimp
When I land my bitches wait for me on the strip, yup

And I don't lie, I confess
I'm the one who turn that orange vest to a dress dough
Gotta dress to impress though, gotta stay clean
Plus momma in a Lex 4
She with me, what you expect? I live to be fly to death
It's the Bird Man junior, sincerely yours
When it rains it pours, when it rain it whores
Jazze, c'mon

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you, baby
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

Now why you wanna go do that?
I can see through that
Tattoo right there, like I can't view that
Girl, what that? Say wait, who that?
Bet he was lame, bet he not Lil' Wayne, no
'Coz I'm way more flyer
Have you hangin' 'round a bunch of yayo buyers, nope
And not a day go by us
We don't get higher than the telephone wires

Cut your telephone off, we ridin' where phones don't roam
They don't even come on
You're far from home so leave it alone
You creepin' with the king of the throne
You sleepin' in a tee and a thong, with your hair in a pony
I ain't got no blinds, we can stare at the morning, yup
But I can't be there all mornin'
I'm a pimp baby, I'm going, going, gone

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

I'm sorry I was groovin'
Gotta love that laid back mannie fresh music
But let's get back to what we was doing
Laid back in that black on plat Ewing's
That's 33 weak tires, he fire
These streets ain't papaya ma
You gotta keep heat on your side 2 must
So I'm a get 3 more and cop you one, wait

Naw hun 'coz you ain't exempt
If your ass ever trip, I'll give you a clip, yea
But I love the way your jeans suck in your hip
And you walk kinda mean how you strut with a dip
And you talk kinda clean and you lick your lips
But I can't fall for you 'coz I stick to the script, yup
I said "I stick to my grip, I stick to my money, that's life to me
Sorry honey, Jazze"

I, I'm way more fly than you
(That's right)
I'll take your dime from you
(That's right)
Now she wanna spend all night with me
(She wanna wake up with Weezy F, baby, damn)
Let me be the one that you roll with too
(Throw it back ma, throw it back, throw it back, throw it back ma)
Baby, I'd like to spend the rest of my night with you
(So how 'bout you? So how 'bout you?)

So how 'bout you?
So how 'bout you?

See what I'm talking bout sweet heart
You ain't even gotta have John Madden
You ain't gotta have Dick Vitale, you ain't gotta Lee Carsole
You ain't gotta have Stuart Scott, you ain't gotta have Linda Cohn
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
You ain't gotta have the staff of ESPN
You ain't gotta have the ABC staff just to speak sports baby
'Coz I got game sweetheart

Just fuck with your boy and I'll get you a jersey
What you want me to put on the bag?
Daddy's little girl, that's right
Know what I'm talking 'bout?
See I can't give you the game but I can show you the game
And you can see what you see and peek how you peek
And see what you get
Know what I'm talking 'bout?

Weezy

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Damn You Look Good And I'M Drunk (Scandalous) - Lyrics - Cobra Starship

Title: Damn You Look Good And I'M Drunk (Scandalous)
Artist: Cobra Starship
Composer(s): Victor Asher, Ryland Blackington, Nate Novarro, Gabe Saporta, Patrick Martin Stump, Alex Suarez

Lyric:
Sorry

S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn that girl, she's scandalous

S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn that girl, she's scandalous

At times we get a ten, it's how far if you bring a friend
With them crazy press on nail, oh, oh
Here's the truth, you're kinda hot
Oh, you open up to talk, I can feel them going soft
Oh, oh, oh

Don't ask me to sign your skin
Can't you see these little kids?
And you're the kinda girl to take home to mom
If my momma was dead, yeah

No good, you're up to no good
But damn, you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kinda thinking, like maybe I would
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good, oh

S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn that girl, she's scandalous

S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn that girl, she's scandalous

Girl, I dig your fanny pack
Riding low behind your back
Give them boys a heart attack, oh, oh
But don't come at me when I am lit
Saying you just want to kiss
'Cause Lord only knows where you've been, oh, oh

Don't ask me to sign your skin
I'm honestly not interested
And you're the kinda girl to take home to mom
If my momma was dead, yeah, yeah

No good, you're up to no good
But damn, you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kinda thinking, like maybe I would
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good

No good, you're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kinda thinking, like maybe I would
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good

This is VIP party boys
And we've got a few things
To say to you nasty, trashy, hoe's
Girl, where'd you get your outfit, pick n' pay?

You're momma picked but she sure didn't pay
I didn't pay money for my body
What are you supposed to be
Some sort of long island Lolita honey?

Are you sure you're even a woman?
Is that a house arrest bracelet in your pocket
Or do you got a dick like me?

You're the kinda girl to take home to mom
If my momma was dead, yeah

No good, you're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good

No good, you're up to no good
But damn you look good and I'm drunk
Now you got me kind of thinking, like maybe I would
So hard to be good, it's so hard to be good

S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn that girl, she's scandalous

S C A N D to the A, to the L O U S
I can't handle it, can't handle it
Damn that girl, she's scandalous

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Blow It Out (Remix) - Lyrics - Ludacris

Title: Blow It Out (Remix)
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Rondell Turner

Lyric:
Aow

I never used to snore in my sleep till this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out your ass
In one year I got rich, now life's movin' so fast
But bein' broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all prayin' that I flop? Blow it out your ass

In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin' for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it out your ass
See in just six months, I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him
Niggaz hate givin' me props 'cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

It's time to saddle up the Tontos 'cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stoppin' me, blow it out your ass
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm lookin' into buyin' Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property, blow it out your ass

C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowin' like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, blow it out your ass
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'm a throw you a curve
You mad 'cause I'm a thief and got away with words
I'm a start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

My black people show me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waitin' for my C.D.'s to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fuckin' rock"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? Blow it out your ass
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? Blow it out your ass

Now Luda's throwin' up A's, and I'm lightin' up L's
Around the globe gettin' paid, you home bitin' yo' nails
DTP, the only label that practice fightin' ourselves
We probably gettin' on your nerves, huh? Blow it out your ass
I been eatin' and gettin' fat while y'all dyin' of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's puttin' up McDonald's numbers
You over six million served, huh? Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

Blow it out your ass

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Blow It Out - Lyrics - Chicken N Beer - Ludacris

Title: Blow It Out
Album: Chicken N Beer
Artist: Ludacris
Composer(s): Chris Bridges, Rondell Turner

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Lyric:
Aow

I never used to snore in my sleep till this rap shit started
Warm thoughts fill the hot-headed and cold-hearted
Your whole paycheck, you burp it and then fart it
And y'all think I'm gon' stop? Blow it out your ass
In one year I got rich, now life's movin' so fast
But bein' broke with no food is just a thing of the past
Plus I'm the new phenomenon like white women with ass
And y'all prayin' that I flop? Blow it out your ass

In New York I buy clothing, in Cali I get green
In Atlanta I get sleep, in Texas I sip lean
All these rappers wanna know what I'm gettin' for sixteens
Try 80, want a discount? Blow it out your ass
See in just six months, I infiltrated the system
If you find somebody better, then I'm sorry I missed him
Niggaz hate givin' me props 'cause I might use it against them
C'mon, get Ludacris out, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

It's time to saddle up the Tontos 'cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If you ever think of stoppin' me, blow it out your ass
I'm a hustler by nature but criminal by law
Any charges set against me, chunk it up and stand tall
Next year I'm lookin' into buyin' Greenbriar Mall
You probably own a lot of property, blow it out your ass

C'mon and take a look, he's got gigantic balls
Plus his money keeps flowin' like Niagara Falls
We all know Jesus saves and Ludacris withdraws
I'm 'bout to go on vacation, blow it out your ass
Shout out to Bill O'Reilly, I'm a throw you a curve
You mad 'cause I'm a thief and got away with words
I'm a start my own beverage, it'll calm your nerves
Pepsi's the New Generation, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

My black people show me love when I'm up on the block
And Latinos always waitin' for my C.D.'s to drop
White people love the flow, they say, "Dude, you fuckin' rock"
Yo' fans are my fans, right? Blow it out your ass
So find my album in the stores and look for the white steam
Rip it open, play it and yo' momma might scream
It's hard, other albums are softer than ice cream
Yo' scans are my scans, right? Blow it out your ass

Now Luda's throwin' up A's, and I'm lightin' up L's
Around the globe gettin' paid, you home bitin' yo' nails
DTP, the only label that practice fightin' ourselves
We probably gettin' on your nerves, huh? Blow it out your ass
I been eatin' and gettin' fat while y'all dyin' of hunger
I get drunk in the winter, stay high in the summer
Watch out, my album's puttin' up McDonald's numbers
You over six million served, huh? Blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

If you mad I'm on top, then wish me gone
If you mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out your ass

Blow it out your ass

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Freak Of Nature - Lyrics - Freak Of Nature - Anastacia

Title: Freak Of Nature
Album: Freak Of Nature
Artist: Anastacia
Composer(s): Billy Manny, Anastacia Newkirk, Richie Jones, Eric Kupper

Lyric:
I'm a freak
Excuse me?
What you say to me?
Oh no you didn't
No I'm not
I'm sorry but you know
I ain't that kind of girl

Look at me and see a little girl inside my skin
It's a supernatural, oh
So don't be tryin' to be pushin' up on me baby
My momma taught me better than that
The bigger you are
The harder you fall

I'm about the original
Not typical
Not ooh la la baby
You can hold me responsible
It's chemical
If you bring it out in me

Aah, I'm a freak of nature
You better beware, danger
Aah, I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
Come on yeah
I'm a freak of nature

I'm a little material , got bling bling
My glasses gotta shade, yeah
But there's a hippy chick in me
That's barefoot walkin' in the grass
Just 'cause I like sippin' on champagne
Doesn't mean I'm not afraid of the rain

I'm about metaphysical
Not practical
Not plan ahead baby
If you open Pandora's box
Prepare yourself
'Cause the world has been changin'

Aah, freak of nature, yeah
You better beware, danger
Aah, I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
(Ooh yeah)
I'm a freak of nature

Freaky deaky lookin' completely
Sassafras so honey drink me
Finger lickin' I've been thinkin'
I'm the bomb your clock is tickin'
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Yeah, I'm about the original
Not typical
Not ohh la la baby
If you open Pandora's box
Prepare yourself
Because the world has been changin'

Aah, freak of nature
You better beware, danger
I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
I'm a freak of nature

Aah, freak of nature
You better beware, danger
I'm your midnight angel
I'm a freak
I'm a freak of nature
Oh, that's freak enough for me

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Pitch In On A Party - Lyrics - Dj Quik

Title: Pitch In On A Party
Artist: Dj Quik
Composer(s): David Marvin Blake

Lyric:
Momma I know you said you wanted
A record that you could listen to
With no cussing and shit
I tried but I still gotta do this

Jinga, jinga we've got the lingo
With so much heat it's hard for us to pick the first singer
It don't matter 'cuz I'm underground anyways
Rich, bald, bitch called and fly, anyways

You dirty niggas y'all too whack to dance
Y'all need to ease up off that now before y'all splint y'all pants
And leave that up to my niggas, young fly niggas
Getting down you and I niggas, don't try niggas

I changed my mind, I don't want your bitch
'Cuz sorry ass women just don't get rich
You could keep her
I'd rather have a Fifi bag because it's cheaper

You can't come up for NL, I gets deeper
And my hold is so cold, it's a sleeper, so pass the reafer
And to you false balling niggas just grab your crotches
But if you paid nigga, pat your pockets

And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Alright, somebody play the potato, let's take a ballad
On who gonna invite the hoes that make the party valid
'Cuz we don't need a whole crib full of dudes again
And here come the police with them big black boots again

Kicking niggas out, hand cuffing and stuffing
They banging Jacky chicken in they mouth
And time to shine pitching a fit
'Cuz somebody rolled her bud in a heeny blunt
And won't pass the shit

Who keeps turning the lights on? Why the music keep skipping?
And why these dirty khaki niggas tripping?
I don't know I'm Quik and I'm still delighted
Five-hundred dollars worth of white star about to hide it

'Cuz y'all ain't drinking mine up
You better drink that anj and palmason and the rest of that wine up
You party haters need to stop it
I think we really about to pat your pockets

And for sure, you've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

Hey, baby, my girlfriend left me today
So which one of you old ragedy ass bitches
Wanna come in here and play?

That's what my homie told and try to cop the Cancun
Then I caught him in there hunching in my downstairs bathroom
And in the kitchen and up in there on the dancefloor
By the big screen TV, where your pants go?

Some of you niggas I swear
I try to throw y'all a ragedy ass party and y'all don't even care
Cigarette burns in my plush, empty beer bottles in the brush
And my bitch acting like a lush

Boy what else could go wrong?
Somebody kick the extension cord out

Move! Y'all gotta be some of the clumsiest muthafuckas
To the sounds, now some

Y'all done, fucked up, get out, get on
Speed up nigga, get up, take your weed on
Ya nigga, the drunk nigga said it
Your pockets, that's where I'm here for, K go

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

You've got yours
I've got mine's and we're balling
So call up everybody
Let's pitch in on a party for sure

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Z - Oh My God - Lyrics - Kingdom Come - Jay

Title: Z - Oh My God
Album: Kingdom Come
Artist: Jay
Composer(s): Shawn C Carter, Gregg Allman

Lyric:
You are tuned in to the greatest, Young H O V
Let's go get 'em again, Just, oh my God, c'mon

Pops sped off, left Mom with a bundle of
Joy, your boy smacked dab in the jungle
Took tunnel vision but he would soon become a mogul
But first he brought that crack back like a yo-yo

Don't play with my yo-yo, loco niggas in the hood
First niggas hatin' on me, it's all good
I'm buyin' things like my shit don't stink
Gucci links in Gucci goose's
Watchin' too many movies, bulletproof this

Had some nerve, like pullin' tooth'ses
When you're 16, comin' through roofless
Yeah, your boy 'Ruthless' like Ice Cube was
Turn the whole city on, I'm the new blood

So if this is your first time hearin' this
You're about to experience someone so cold
A journey seldom seen, the American Dream
From the bottom to the top of the globe, they call me Hov

They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I've been through it all
Nights I've felt like dyin', but I ain't cryin'
What didn't kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov

Now I'm knee deep in the concrete
Like the street's made of quicksand, it's beyond deep
I got a Chemical Romance, two left feet
So now I dance with the Devil, please G O D

Save me from the 'Black Parade', release me
My life like Grant Theft Auto, PSP
I'm in that Volvo, puffin' on that la-la
Duckin' from the po-po, every time I drive by

Say hi to the bad guy, all my momma friends was like
"Mmm, mmm, mmm, would you just look at him?
So sorry dear Momma for your embarrassment
But give me a couple years and pray I'll never sin again

Got all these rival dealers tryin' to do me in
And all these little rappers don't know
How prepared for them I am, I am
I'm feelin' like the world's against me, Lord
Call me crazy, but strangely, I love the odds

They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I've been through it all
Nights I've felt like dyin', but I ain't cryin'
What didn't kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov

Now these baby ballers, toy rappers
Callin' out my name to bring the boy backwards
Shootin' air balls at the basket
What you call money, I pay more in taxes

I got crowned king down in Africa
Out in Niger, do you have any idea?
Sold out shows out in Seoul, Korea
Jo'burg, Dublin, Tanzania

Lunch with Mandela, dinner with Cavalli
Still got time to give water out to everybody
Everybody, fall back
Y'all rappin', I'm re-enactin'

CNN, you see, it's accurate
ESPN, see me in action
Monday Nights, when the half ends
When you 10 years in, holla back then

They gunnin' for me, wanna see me fall
You know my story, I've been through it all
Nights I've felt like dyin', but I ain't cryin'
What didn't kill me, made me strong as iron
Iron, iron, oh my God, Hov

Good Lord, good Lord, good Lord
Good Lord, I said I feel like I'm dyin'

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Clothes Off! - Lyrics - As Cruel as School Children - Gym Class Heroes

Title: Clothes Off!
Album: As Cruel as School Children
Artist: Gym Class Heroes
Composer(s): Disashi Lumumba-Kasongo, Narada Michael Walden, Sam Hollander, Travis Mccoy, Matthew Mcginley, Preston W Glass, Dave Katz

Lyric:
See here's the thing

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Excuse me miss
I couldn't help but to notice how alone you are
I dig the attitude and how you acting like you own the bar
Got me flashing keys and I don't even own a car
Front like you ain't feeling my charm, because I know you are

I'm trying to see how your lips feel
Oh I'm sorry, my name is Travee and I'm pretty much a big deal
Oh, you never heard of me, hmm, that sounds absurd to me
The way you stole my attention was flat out burglary

What do you say let's exit stage left so me and you can
Possibly reconvene and play some naked peek-a-boo?
'Cause after all, the blouse you're wearing is kinda see-through
And it's obvious I'm heading wherever you're leading me to

Such an angel with a devilish angle
I'm quite the certified sweet talker
And you're buying every line of it girl and I don't really blame you
If I was in your shoes I'd probably do the same too

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Now here's another barn-burner for the slow learners
Put your helmets on and take a seat on the short bus
Next stop, right around the corner from your momma and them
No turning back so you better buckle up

Shit, don't be concerned with mine
I feel like a Speak and Spell way I got you learning my lines
Fine, pull the string, replay that shit
I change my name to, "Did he really just say that shit?"
Yep

I'll take a mile if you let me
Six-five, two hundred plus and so sexy
My leg's going numb from keeping my phone on vibrate
To hide the fact your girlfriend keeps textin' me

And I've been tryin' to never mind it man
But every time I get a new number, she finds it, damn!
And you thought you had it sewn up
Until right around amazing o'clock when I showed up

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
We have to party all night
And we have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Good grief girl, you're giving me goose bumps
Standing there in your underwear and new pumps
It's like the more time we waste the less time I get to taste you
Honestly I could easily replace you

It's not a scam girl that's how I am girl
Peter Pan, I'm a sucka for Smucker's jam girl
It's clear I'm only here for good clean fun
Shut up and kiss me like the antidote's under my tongue, whoa!

We have to take our clothes off!
And we have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

We have to take our clothes off!
(So sexy!)
And we have to party all night
We have to take our clothes off!
To have a good time, oh no

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks, and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

Got chicks, all hot chicks
Indie rock chicks and hip hop chicks
Thin chicks, round chicks
Black, white, yellow and brown chicks

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Kick Push - Lyrics - Food & Liquor - Lupe Fiasco

Title: Kick Push
Album: Food & Liquor
Artist: Lupe Fiasco
Composer(s): Rudolph Lopez, Wasalu Jaco

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Lyric:
Uh, what up ya'll?
Yeah, soundtrack what's poppin' baby
Woo, ya'll ain't know
I go by the name of Lupe Fiasco
Representin' that 1st &15
Gyeah, uh

And this one right here
I dedicate this one right here
To all my homies out there grindin'
Ya know what I'm saying?
Legally and illegally
Ha ha
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
So, check it out, uh

First got it when he was six
Didn't know any tricks
Matter fact, first time he got on it he slipped
Landed on his hip and bust his lip
For a week he had to talk with a lisp
Like thiss

Now we can end the story right here
But shorty didn't quit, it was somethin' in the air
Yeah, he said it was somethin' so appealing
He couldn't fight the feelin'
Somethin' about it

He knew he couldn't doubt it
Couldn't understand it
Brand it, since the first kickflip he land it
Uh, labeled a misfit, abandoned
Ca-kunk, ca-kunk, ca-kunk
His neighbors couldn't stand it, so

He was banished to the park
Started in the morning wouldn't stop till after dark
Yeah, when they said it's gettin late in here
?So I'm sorry young man there's no skating here"

And so we kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way he roll
Just a rebel to the world with no place to go

And so we kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh, and push, yeah yeah, yeah yeah yeah, and coast

Uh, uh ,uh
My man got a lil older, became a better roller
Yeah, no helmet, hellbent on killin' himself
Is was what his momma said
But he was feelin' himself

Got a little more swagger in his style
Met his girlfriend, she was clappin' in the crowd
Love is what what was happening to him now, uh
He said, ?I would marry you
But I'm engaged to these aerials and varials?

?And I don't think this board is strong enough to carry two?
She said, ?Bow, I weigh 120 pounds, now
Lemme make one thing clear
I dont need to ride yours I got mine right here?

So she took him to a spot
He didn't know about
Somewhere in the apartment parking lot, she said
?I don't normally take dates in here?
Security came and said, "I'm sorry there's no skating here"

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way they roll
Just lovers in the twine with no place to go

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come and skate with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh uh, and push, yea yea, and coast

Yea uh, swanky, yea, yea
Before he knew he had a crew
That weren't no punk
In they Spitfire shirts and SB Dunks

They would push, till they couldn't skate no more
Office building, li-b's wasn't safe no more
And it wasn't like they wasn't getting chased no more
Just the freedom was better than breathing they said
And they escape route, they used to escape out
When things got crazy they needed to break out

They'd head to any place with stairs
Any good grinds, the world was theirs, uh
And they four wheels would take them there
Till the cops came and said, "There's no skating here"

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
And the way they roll
Just rebels without a cause with no place to go

And so they kick push, kick push
Kick push, kick push, coast
So come roll with me
Just a rebel looking for a place to be
So let's kick, uh uh, and push, yea yea, and coast

Ha ha, swanky, mmm, mmm

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One Of The One'S Who Did - Lyrics - U Turn - Brian Mcknight

Title: One Of The One'S Who Did
Album: U Turn
Artist: Brian Mcknight
Composer(s): Brian Kelly Mcknight

Lyric:
For every little girl and every little boy
Whose mother and father is across the waters
Fighting the war that they know nothing about
We pray for You tonight, God help us, listen

We're running outta time, can't waste it, can't waste it
Have you seen the news today?
War is on the uprise, who said it was to be this way?
Lord, I know that millions won't make it, yes, Lord
This life's all I have to live and I'll gladly give it
To be one of the one's who did, thank You

Ever since creation, we've been counting down the time
From then to now and we will see, nations fighting nations
I hide the world inside my heart then I read about
Man inventing weapons of mass destruction to tear us all apart
But like the rising of the sun
We're waiting for You to come and take us away
Those of us who believe in You, believe me when I say

We're running outta time, can't waste it
Have you seen it, have you seen the news today? Guess what?
War is on the uprise, who said it was to be this way?
Lord, I know that millions won't make it, but I'm so glad Jesus
This life's all I have to live and I'll gladly give it
To be one of the one's who did

I'm gonna hang on to You, Lord
I'm gonna stay strong for You Lord, yeah
I'm gonna keep holding on, gonna keep holding on
To Your unchanging hand, Lord You know the plan
That You have for me, it's not my will
But Your way, and I'm gonna follow that way, Lord

Oh Lordy, with a made-up mind, I'm willing to go on through
I'm not gonna worry about what my friends might say
Or my friends might do, hey
I'm gonna follow You, Lord, I'm gonna follow You, Lord

If I let it all go, if my momma, if my momma don't go
If my sista don't go, if my brotha don't go
I'm going, I'm going through, Lord
If my preacher don't go, said I'm going
Oh Lordy, oh Lordy, oh Lordy
I surrender all with a made-up mind
I'm going through, oh, care

So Father, we pray right now that You hear our cries
For peace, for restoration, give us hope right now
Without You we can't make it, we've tried and we're sorry
But we look to the hills, from it cometh our help
'Cause we know our help comes from You

We're gonna hold on, I said we're gonna hold on to You
We're not gonna let go this time, Father
We're gonna trust and have faith, the size of a mustard seed
Bless your name, Father, You're worthy, You're worthy, thank You

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