Wouldn'T You Like To Ride - Lyrics - Kanye West

Title: Wouldn'T You Like To Ride
Artist: Kanye West
Composer(s): Lonnie Rashid Lynne, Malik Jones, Kayne Omari West, Charles Hemphill

Lyric:
You like to ride, uh
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Would you like to ride?
I don't know what happened, it's just like
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

I had that little ass Nissan at your crib showin' up
Liquor store out of Arbor Mist, we Irish rosed it up
Then we rolled to the movies, you rocked your fake Chloes
You had Gap and Gucci, that's still two Gs

But that's that last year purse like it's still too cheap
Ooh, you so boozy, boo, you could've fooled me
'Cuz five years ago, you was so Fugees
Now you don't want nothin' unless it cost a few Gs

You like the light-skinned Ania, the dark-skinned Aaliyah
The black Jennifer Lopez, a ghetto senorita
You remind me of my Jeep but not no Kia
We can talk on your cell but not Nokia

It be goin' in and out, that's why I barely hear ya
It be goin' in and out like a robbery, ah
I'm tryin' to take this money like Robin Geeda
Then I'ma take you to the house like Trick and Trina

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade?
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

Malik Yusef, bet your baby, momma know the name
The most critically acclaimed wordsmith in the game
I give you words, spit with flames
Stay to myself and let nerves mix with lames

Connoisseur of Kama Sutra, do somethin' absurd with your dame
I used to love this girl who loved shoppin' and smokin' herb
But my job was to hustle dro
Now an artist of the spoken word, I just hustle flow
Never a pretty boy, always a beautiful mind like Russell Crowe
Now you in places no cabs'll take you, only the bus'll go

I would love for you and your friends to get with me and my friends
But the problemo is your attitude be on the stank side
And I no longer like you, fuck it
Now you can't ride but ooh, wouldn't you like to?

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade?
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

Deep as the ocean is the motion of life
Thought you would have been the sister I chose for my wife
Not knowin' you was trife, stiflin' a nigga's growth
All you wanna do is shop at River Oaks

Watch soaps on the couch, take shit and smoke
I'm workin' hard like a fiend tryin' to get some dope
Thought my real nigga quotes would make you truer
You ain't gon' let me school ya, at least let me tutor

The sex is good but you ain't a shooter
There's a war goin' on inside, you ain't a trooper
I look through the mirror and see my reflection
It ain't in your direction, so I passed her like a reverend
Returned to my Bishop Juan ways
Goin' wild like West and Kanye

Wherever I lay my [unverified] is my home
Goddamnit, I'm grown
Broke broad, I'ma leave your ass alone
You still wanna ride though

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends

Would you like to ride shotgun in the Escalade
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?
Like a cloud in our sky, grab your things, let's fly away
So why don't you and your friends get with me and my friends
My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends?

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With A Little Help From My Friends (Live) - Lyrics - Joe Cocker

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends (Live)
Artist: Joe Cocker
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

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Lyric:
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
I will try not to sing out of key

Ohh baby I get by
(Try with a little help of my friends)
All I need is my brother
(Try with a little help of my friends)
I said I want to get high I will
(Try with a little help of my friends)
Woh ho ho yeah

What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry for you to be alone?)
No no
How do I feel at the end of the day?
(Are you sad 'cause you're on your own?)
I tell you don`t say it no more

(Try with a little help of my friends)
Gonna get by with my friends
(Try with a little help of my friends)
Heel heel heel I'll will try
(Try with a little help of my friends)
Keeping it high I will

(Do you need anybody?)
I need someone to love
(Could it be anybody?)
All I need is someone
Who knows just where I'm going yeah
Somebody who knows is quiet sure, baby

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Said I'm gonna make it with my friends, I will
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Woh hoo I wanna keep on trying
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I'm gonna keep on trying

(Would you believe in a love at first sight?)
I'm certain it happens all the time yeah
(What do you see when you turn out the light?)
I can't tell ya, but it sure feels like magic

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Don`t you know I'm gonna make it with my friends?
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I promised my self I'd get by
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Said I'm gonna try it a little too hard

(Do you need anybody?)
Ohh yeah yeah yeah
(Could it be anybody?)
Oh there's gotta be somebody
[incomprehensible]
Ohh yeah yeah

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Said I'm gonna get by with my friend, I tell ya
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Ooh yes I'm gonna keep trying with my
(Try with a little help from my friends)
Keeping it trying with my friends

(Try with a little help from my friends)
Ohh it never gonna stop me anymore
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I'm gonna keep on trying
(Try with a little help from my friends)
I get on high, I'm wanna make time oh Lord
Gonna get by with my friends, yeah
Oh I'm gonna get on by
Yes I'm gonna get on by

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A 'Yo Kato - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: A 'Yo Kato
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): V Rangel, K Dean, F Massey, Earl Simmons

Lyric:
Huh, this go out to my dog Kato, rest in peace baby

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!

Started off two dogs with the same goals
Nothin' but two dogs walkin' the same road
Two different cultures, but had the same heart
Enjoyed seeing the light, but lived in the dark
5th Avenue, bumped heads in the parkin' lot
Was a quite brother, didn't like to bark a lot
Came direct, when he came, gave respect
So I gave respect, we shared the same respect

To name regret, in our own circles
Two brothers with good hearts, but if you start
Two brothers that'll hurt you, know how that dirt do
Hittin' four corners, right back upon us, God tried to warn us
But sometimes we don't see
When I first heard I'm like, "This can't be"
Y'all niggaz is bugging, got the wrong information or something
Please tell me these niggaz is frontin', God know

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

A'yo K' let me kick it with you for a minute
There was things left unsaid, dog, we wasn't finished
Never got to say "Thank You", for bein' a friend
Dogs for life, and you, rode to the end
Held dog down, didn't let a day go by
Every time dog came to the shy
I was good, trips out to Phoenix, with the scrambler squad
Now I come back to Phoenix and like, "Damn it's hard"

To accept the fact, that you won't be comin' back
But I hope you comin' back, 'cos I won't accept the fact
When you came to New York, you had to come to the crib
And vice-versa, yeah, that's just how we did, remote control cars
We would race all day, it was adventure, we would chase our day
So I'm not gonna say goodbye my nigga
Instead I would rather, focus on the time we spent together
That's what matters

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Need you to save me a spot, next to you and the lord
Don't know when I'm comin', but keep checkin' the door
But while I'm here, knock on wood
I'll make sure your kids remember who their father was
And Val is good, understood how real niggaz move
We don't part, but ya gonna always have family in New York
Believe that, where you at, you can see that
We dogs for life and to death and I mean that [Incomprehensible]

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Dogs that I call my friends
Praying for all my friends
(We miss you, Kato)
Things I do for my friends
We miss you! A'Yo Kato!
(We miss you, Kato)

Yo, where the hood at is banging right now, man
That was your favorite joint, ya know what I mean?
(We miss you, Kato)
It's going just like we thought it would baby
(We miss you, Kato)
Aight
(We miss you, Kato!)
(I'll always love you K')

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Get Off My Dick - Lyrics - I Don't Want You Back - Eamon

Title: Get Off My Dick
Album: I Don't Want You Back
Artist: Eamon
Composer(s): Mark Passy, Yared Williams, Eamon Doyle, Mark Robinson

Lyric:
You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

You could tell me this and that, I'll tell you plenty facts
Your friends are herp's, don't know what they're sayin'
Friends front in front of me, fuckin' wannabes
In your ear, but they don't know eamon

Claimin' that they seein' me, up in the industry
Actin' fool, thinkin' that I'm playin'
You're foolish for believin' them, girl, if I'm your man
It's me or them, that's what I'm sayin'

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

Bring on over all your friends, I'll put it to an end
In my face, all the stories changin'
I'll blow up all their spots, but I'd rather not
I'll let you see that they just hatin'

If I want I got a block beggin' for my cock
There it now, watch how they'll be chasin'
This is how I make it stop, I make it really hot
Forgot your friends when we started matin'

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends)
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

Everytime you say somethin' 'bout what your girlfriends said
It makes me wanna punch you in your head but instead
I say the same thing again, don't listen to your friends
Yo, they must be on my dick or something
They always talk a lot of smack but ain't sayin' nothin'
They steady frontin' everytime that I confront them

Come on, they just a bunch of ho's, swingin' on the poles
Buying coke, then they sniff it up in they nose
I guess you really must be stupid if you listenin' to them
It's a sin I suppose, here's your last chance to make this choice
Then my mind is chose, it's me or the ho's, case closed

You go, go tell your friends
(Your friends, your friends, your friends, your friends )
Tell them get off my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

They keep tellin' you shit
(You shit, you shit, you shit, you shit)
Go tell, I said suck my dick
(My dick, my dick, my dick, my dick)

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Fuck Friendz - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Fuck Friendz
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young, Quincy Delight Jones Iii

Lyric:
My ghetto love song, hahaha, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my niggaz where my bitches?
Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?
Throw your hands in the air
Everybody just throw your hands in the air)
Let's be friends
(Wessyde in this motherfucker right here, Wessyde)

Approach you and post a minute, arm on my double R tinted
As you pass bye wink in my eye, freshly scented
What's the haps baby? (Whassup?) Come get with me and perhaps lady
You can help me multiply my stacks baby
Currency seems small I need companionship (hey)
Through with that, scandalous shit, I bet your man ain't shit
So why you hesitatin actin like yo' shit don't stink
Check out my, diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink (bling bling bling)
This be a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my resume, sippin on Cristal and Alize
Smokin on big weed, keyed the Cali way
Don't like trickin but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker wearin nappy head bitch
Let my pedigree, rebreed me, they're so cheap
Puttin bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called comp, who the man?
While I'm tuggin on yo' main bitch head (C'mere baby, Wessyde!)
Understand this, ain't no nigga like me, fuck Jay-Z
He broke and I smoke daily (come on y'all) baby let's be friends

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at? come on)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (all my niggaz, where my hoes at?)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (where the bitches at, where the niggaz with money?)
(Where you at baby?)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (cash makin hoes)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checkin for you hardcorestarin and watchin
Me and you one on one (see that bitch) picture countless options
Was it prophecy? Clear as day, visions on top of me
Erotic, psychotic, we posess bubonics
Far from a crush I wanna bust your guts and touch
Everything inside you from my head to my nuts
You got me sweatin like a fat girl goin for mine
Just a skinny nigga fuckin like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me
What's up in 9-6? Fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
Got my hands on your thighs now
Let me in between as friends

Let's be friends (wessyde, motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (wessyde in this motherfucker)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (wessyde in this motherfucker right here)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (in this motherfucker right here)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch (Ha hah!)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?
Bet I scream WESSYDE when I came (wessyde, ha ha ha)
Scream my name, cause baby it's delicious got a weak spot
For pretty bitches up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby let your back get into it
Make it fluid, in and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high! Let me come inside
I love it when you get on top, baby let me ride! (let me ride!)
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hatin niggaz cause they cock block (cock block)
You probably hate to see a real thug with vision, what's the game?
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a livin out of cuss words, liquor, and weed
A bad seed turned good - in this world of G's
Baby got me fantasizin, seein you naked
It's the fuck song, so check my record
And let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at?
Where my bitches at) Thug style

Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Throw yo' guns in the air!)
Friends, (my ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)
Let's be friends (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)
Friends, (where my niggaz at, where my bitches at?)
(Where my people at? Let's be)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
All my niggaz now, just my niggaz come
Where my niggaz at? Just my niggaz now
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Make money, take money, be friends

Let's be friends (get your cash on, let's, get dough)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, get your cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends (c'mon, get your cash on, let's, get paid)
You ain't gotta be my man at all, long as you just bring me your
Friends, (c'mon, getcha cash on)
Why you trickin on them other hoes?
Let's be friends

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

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...Listen - Lyrics - Spitalfield

Title: ...Listen
Artist: Spitalfield
Composer(s): Daniel Lowder, Thomas J Minich, Jose Daniel Romero, Mark Daniel Rose

Lyric:
Can't you see that I'm trying to get through to you?
This door keeps slamming on my hands
I'm thinking about the way you used to be
The one who sang to me
Your song keeps playing in my head

Maybe I should write it down
And turn another page
Then just rip it out
There's so much left to say

We live tonight, again and again
And it's all I've ever wanted
All I've ever dreamed and more

And I'm sure that when my friends wake up
We're somewhere
In the middle of New York and California
Where are you? Where are we going to?

I've got wheels on my bedroom floor
And oil in my closet
My best friends all live next door
Do you remember all the things you said?

Turn back another page like I never left
Until I leave again

We live tonight, again and again
And it's all I've ever wanted
All I've ever dreamed and more

And I'm sure that when my friends wake up
We're somewhere
In the middle of New York and California
Where are you? Where are we going to?

It's just another stretch of highway
I never asked for ordinary time and time change
If I rewrote this it might just sound the same

We live tonight, again and again
And it's all I've ever wanted
All I've ever dreamed and more

And I'm sure that when my friends wake up
We're somewhere
N the middle of New York and California
Where are you? Where are we?

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are you?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are we?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Going to
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are you going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are we going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are you going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are we going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)
Where are you going to?
(When my friends wake up, we're somewhere in the middle)

Where are we going to?
Where are you going to?
Where are we going to?
Where are you going to?
Where are we going to?

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Kwon - My Enemies - Lyrics - Hood Hop - J

Title: Kwon - My Enemies
Album: Hood Hop
Artist: J
Composer(s): Jerrell C. Jones, James Phillips, Jermaine Dupri

Lyric:
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face
Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place
I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place

So a lotta niggas in this club popin' bub that's phony
Actin' like they got nothin' but love for the homie
Straight two face, they like them niggas at Sony
Now ain't you the mayor? I'm the one and only

For the longest me and my niggas been hittin'
This town like a storm
And now you gotta see me and penny arm to arm
One day you don't get it, keep tryin' nigga
Ya right you ballin', keep lyin' nigga

I know a llot a ballers, half of 'em hatin' me
Bankrupt bitch you must ain't see my moms lately
Be damned if you like me, give a fuck what you rate me
I only know two words the nigga thats payin' me

Now we fin stop talkin' shit about J.D
'Cuz he been doin' this shit since yall was babies
How you goin' try to degrade me?
Yall ain't my friends think I ain't crazy

My enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

I wake up knowin' I'm 'bout to see'em all in my face
Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place
I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place

Now I'ma chicka chill till the moment I lose mine
And when I lose mine gun stores gonna lose nines
I thought you knew Kwon keep eight on the waist line
I'm from the Lou, Kwon flip ace to waste time
I spit it for nigga so you don't feel my shit

She a whore I don't like her you can kill my bitch
You wanna war what for I peel this bitch
Body lifted, nothin' with it I don't need this shit
You my enemy dressed in my friends clothes
But when there's a shoot out
You do better than Shaq do with free throws

A bunch of niggas trippin' they got the game wrong
A bunch of niggas feelin' like me who bumpin' the same song
I'm evil, why you thinkin' you gonna take my spot?
Waitin' till my album drop, quit thinkin' you Pac
And you rappin' hardcore and you knowin' you pop
And you sayin' you a realer when you knowin' you not

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Ridin' thinkin' I don't know
They my enemies dressed in my friends clothes
Smile in my face but pop shit behind doors

I wake up knowin' I'm bout to see 'em all in my face
Like wat up? These muthafuckers all over the place
I'm fed up homie I'm angry and I need me my space
And good luck with all that thinkin' you gonna take my place
They my enemies

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With A Little Help From My Friends - Lyrics - Ringo Starr

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends
Artist: Ringo Starr
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Lyric:
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ear and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry to be alone?)
How do I feel at the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

(Do you need anybody?)
I need somebody to love
(Could it be anybody?)
I just want someone to love

(Would you believe in a love at first sight?)
Yes, I'm certain it happens all the time
(What do you see when you turn out the light?)
I can't tell you but I know it's mine

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Ohh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

(Do you need anybody?)
I need somebody to love
(Could it be anybody?)
I just want someone to love

I get by with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
A little help from my friends

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With A Little Help From My Friends - Lyrics - Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band - Beatles

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends
Album: Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band
Artist: Beatles
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

Lyric:
What would you think if I sang out of tune
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, I get high with a little help from my friends
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away
Does it worry you to be alone?
How do I feel by the end of the day
Are you sad because you're on your own?

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love

Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you but I know it's mine

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, get high with a little help from my friends
Oh, I'm gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody?
I just need someone to love
Could it be anybody?
I want somebody to love

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
Mmm, gonna try with a little help from my friends
Oh, I get high with a little help from my friends
Yes, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends

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Friends - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Friends
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Quincy Delight Jones Iii, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Sean Young

Lyric:
I wanna be
Yo, let me fuck that nigga down
You heard that shit nigga
Ay yo, what you doing with that big ass?

My ghetto love song, set it off, set it off
Let's be friends, where my niggaz at?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?
Where my niggaz at, all my real niggaz?
Where my niggaz, where my niggaz?

Let's be friends
(Throw ya hands in the air)
There's no need to front
(Let's see ya just throw ya hands in the air)

Let's be friends
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
(Throw ya hands in the air)
Westside

Approach you and post a minute
(Yeah)
All on my double-R tinted as you pass bye winking
My eye, freshly scented, what's the happs, baby?
(What's up?)

Come get with me and perhaps, lady
You can help me multiply my stacks, baby
(Ha ha ha, get money, baby)
Currency seem small I need companionship
(Hey)

Through with that scandalous shit
I bet your man ain't shit
(Ain't shit)
So why you hesitating? Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds bitch everyone gonna blink
(Bling, bling, bling)

This be a thug paid, outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming mother fucker on a mash for bitches
(Bitch)
Check my resume, sipping on Crystalle and allazay

Smoking on big weed, keyed the Cali way
(Westside)
Don't like tricking but I'll buy you a fifth
I can't stand no sneaker-wearing nappy head bitch
(Word)

Let my letters read, read briefly, they're so cheap
Putting bitch-made bustas to sleep with no grief
Mash on my so-called cum, who the man?
While tugging on your made bitch head
(Westside)

Understand this, ain't no nigga like me
Fuck Jay-z, he broke and I smoke daily
(Come on, y'all)
Baby, let's be friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Come on, y'all)
No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at, all my niggaz?)

Because I know you want to fuck
(Where my bitches at?)
Let's be friends, no need to front, let's be friends
Because I know you want to fuck

I met you and I stuttered in passion
Though slightly blinded by that ass
It was hard to keep my dick in my pants
Every time you pass got me checking for you hardcore

Staring and watching, me and you one on one
(See that)
Picture countless options, was it prophecy?
Clear as day, visions on top of me
(Oh, my God)

Erotic, psychotic, would possess my body
(Yes, yes, yes)
Far from a quest I wanna bust your guts
And touch everything inside you from my head to my nuts

You got me sweating like a fat girl going for mine
Just a skinny nigga fucking like she stole my mind
Back in time I recall how she used to be
I guess money and fame made you used to me

What's up in 9-6? fine tricks in drag
Fuck Dre, tell that bitch he can kiss my ass
Back to you, my pretty ass caramel queen
(Come here baby, come here)
Got my hands on your thighs now let me in-between
That's friends

Friends
(Where my niggaz at? Hahah, where my bitches at?)
(Throw ya guns in the air)
No need to front, let's be friends
(My ghetto love song, it goes on and on and on and on)

Because I know you want to fuck
Let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at? Where my bitches at?)
(Where my niggaz at?)

No need to front, let's be friends
(Where my niggaz at?)
(Where my bitches at? Where my people at?)
Because I know you want to fuck, let's be

Can you imagine me in player mode, rush the tricks
I got 'em ready for a booty call, I fucked your bitch
(Ha ha)
Was it me or the fame? My dick or the game?

Bet I scream 'Westside' when I came
(Westside)
Scream my name 'cause, baby
It's the licoius ghetto weak spot, for pretty bitches

Up and down, similar to switches
My movement, baby, let your back dip into it, make it fluent
In and out, all around when a nigga do it
You got me high, let me come inside

I love it when you get on top, baby, let me ride
Who wanna stop me? Am I top notch?
Fuck player hating niggaz 'cause they cock block
(Cock block)

You probably hate to see a real thug with vision with the game
Rather see a nigga up in prison, why you change?
Made a living out of cuss words, liquor and weed
A bad seed turned good in this world of G's

Baby got me fantasizing, seeing you naked
It's a fuck song check the record
(So check my record)

Where my niggaz at? Show me where my niggaz at
Where my bitches at? Show me where my bitches at
(Come on)
Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Right here)

Where my people at? Show me where my people at
(Westside in this motherfucker)
All my niggaz now, this for niggaz here
(Come on, Westside in this motherfucker right here)

Where my niggaz at? Just for niggaz now
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker)
Where my bitches at? Where my bitches be?
(Come on)

Where my bitches at? Where my bitches?
(Westside in this motherfucker right here)
Where my down getting bitches? The cash getting niggaz
(Come on)
Be friends, tell me where my niggaz at
(Westside in this motherfucker)

Be friends, tell me where my bitches at
Be friends, tell me where my people at
(Ha ha, my ghetto love song)
Make money, take money, be friends
(You know)

Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money, take money

Let's get paid
Come on, get your cash on
Let's get paid

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My Friends - Lyrics - Pull the Pin - Stereophonics

Title: My Friends
Album: Pull the Pin
Artist: Stereophonics
Composer(s): Kelly Jones

Lyric:
Stop tap, drink back, eye on you
You're out to find that something new
Am I the fly you want trapped in your web?
I've seen that look a thousand times
Your innocence can make you blind
I can show you round a block or two

Let me introduce you to my friends
(My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends)
Let me buy you things, let me in your head
(In your head, in your head, in your head, in your head)
My friend, my friend

Kick back, think back, look at you
You got the look, you got the shoes
I'd like to fill your world and be with you
Your lust for life just turns me on
A star above that's shining on
Think I'd like to see the world like you

Let me introduce you to my friends
Let me buy you things, let me in your head
Let us fly away, let this never end
My friend, my friend

Let me introduce you to my friends
(My friends, my friends, my friends, my friends)
Let me buy you things, let me in your head
(In your head, in your head, in your head, in your head)
Let us fly away, let this never end
My friend, my friend
My friend, my friend

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20th Century - Lyrics - Brad

Title: 20th Century
Artist: Brad
Composer(s): Stone C. Gossard, Shawn Smith, Jeremy David Toback, Regan W. Hagar

Lyric:
We found the groove
Have a good time
Make sure your seat belts are fastened

My friends

Well, I?m swearing to God, yeah, I?m so nervous
I can not feel anything, save the tips of my fingers
Whenever comes just might not be the moment
Raise the roof, yeah, let?s get out of this

My friends
20th century
My friends
My friends

Pay attention y?all to the signs
Pay attention, yeah, to the questions
Let the energy rise to the moment
Yeah, that look in your eyes, no description

My friends
20th century
My friends
20th century

My friends
20th century
My friends
My friends

Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther

My friends

Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther

My friends, yeah
Yeah, oh

Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther

My friends

20th century

Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther
Just a little bit farther

My friends
My friends

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Hang Out And Hustle - Lyrics - Poverty's Paradise - Naughty By Nature

Title: Hang Out And Hustle
Album: Poverty's Paradise
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): James Brown, Vincent Brown, Anthony Criss, Keir Lamont Gist, Kevin Harold Mckenzie, Shawn Mckenzie, Paul Mitchell, Charles Emanuel Sherrell

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Lyric:
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

The C R U D D Y, the C L I C K
It's texture, pure terror, a street professorv
Aggressor, scale and measure
Clever compressor stretching salary stacks
Be running blocks as a factory structure

Capture the raw product I manufacture, fracture critic chatter
Nigga catcher as I blast a cop matter, capsule shatter
Scatter midnight disasters, clips I rather gather
Then flip for what I'm after

Now and forever, money makes things better
At a regular, gets me jewelry, bitches, bankcards, cars and competitors Proposed threats wreck necks and puff ya puzzled
See trouble muzzles when I hang and hustle

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Booda bop, boom, bam, bink, bick bow bookow
Ratatat, klack klick, klick kow, klick kow
Put brains with muscle, hear a crew of guys utilize they skills
Bang out, hang out, slang out, work and hustle

Flip techniques over boogie bangin' beats
A street fleet with Moet, dank and freaks in twenty separate suite
I'm servin' dope lyrics holding weight, just like Chris Webber
A warrior from Golden State and I conjure up raps

I bet you don't know any they be hitting
Like that brick that smacked Reginald Denny
Collects cash n' checks on a jet to meet the next client
As I arrive at L.A.X.
v

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

I'm up early, so I catch my phlegm, spit, step
Then stash the stem, ten clips in ten shit bottles
Are sectioned in wit a clip thick a block stocked wit protection
See X again, tools ta fry and unified like Mexicans

But if shit is slow in comin' a fiend, that's one thing
That's when you see twenty niggas running to one fiend
Yo, black tops, I got that yellow high for hours
Buy from me now or next time I swear I'll sell you flour

I got dreams of getting a 98 or a Caddy, living fatty
Plus, I got a little man calling me daddy
My lady and little man, they need me and I need 'em
I gotta see 'em and please 'em but first of all, clothe and feed 'em

So we can see freedom even if I jeopardize my time
And life while I'm in this game, I'm making sure
That mine is right from the beginning to the end
It's dividend to the end so I like to hang out and hustle wit my friends

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

Well, it's Friday night and the weekend's here
All that partying shit must take a seat to the rear
Instead of fuckin' wit those phony ghetto chicks
I'd rather be movin' my clips with my homies on the bricks

My fingers stay hard, my hands stay full of ash
My fingenails stay dirty that's from burying my stash.
Fiends are bummin', money's comin' to say the least
But I'm out there flippin' clips, feedin' the belly of the beast

It's first of the month, money's comin' all day, all night
And too many goin' for theirs, I'm cuttin' sales off with my bike
Now with my niggaz in session, we freestyle rhyme
Reminiscin', movin' that shit 20's of clips at a time

Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah
Hang out and hustle wit my friends, yeah

What the fuck are you gonna do, except hustle?

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My Friends Have - Lyrics - Before the Poison - Marianne Faithfull

Title: My Friends Have
Album: Before the Poison
Artist: Marianne Faithfull
Composer(s): Polly Jean Harvey

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Lyric:
My friends have many features
Many reasons, I can believe them
My friends have many things that
I am needing to keep me singing

Yeah, you're a friend of mine
You're a friend of mine
Yeah, you're a friend of mine
You're a friend of mine

My friends have many mountains
Many mountains that I can breathe in
My friends have many houses
Many caves that I can choose to live in

Yeah, you're a friend of mine
I love these friends of mine
You're a friend for life
I love these friends of mine

My friends have many pathways
Many roads that I can choose to take
My friends have many highways
Where I can find my way back home again

You're a friend of mine
I love these friends of mine
You're a friend for life
I love these friends of mine

My friends have always been there
To help me shape my crooked features
My friends have picked me up again
And pushed my enemies out of the picture

Yeah, you're a friend of mine
You're a friend of mine
Yeah, you're a friend of mine
You're a friend for life

I love these friends of mine
I love these friends of mine
You're a friend of mine
I love these friends of mine

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Locked Down - Lyrics - Senior - Ginuwine

Title: Locked Down
Album: Senior
Artist: Ginuwine
Composer(s): Elgin Lumpkin, Scott Storch

Lyric:
I will miss all the things I had
I will miss makin' love to my girl
I will miss all my kids, my loot and my friends
I will miss the good times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down

Where did things go wrong for me?
Now I'm in the cell, sitting by myself
Wondering what the hell has happened

My freedom's been taken from me
Now I'm with the liars, shysters and killas
Rapist and robbers, even drugs dealers

No, I don't want my life spent in here
I got five minutes on the phone with my girl and I'm lonely
And niggas already screamin', "Phone check, homie"

How will I make it up in here?
I wanna go home, I ain't down with this
I can't start to tell you all the things I'll miss

I will miss all the things I had
I will miss makin' love to my girl
I will miss all my kids, my loot and my friends
I will miss the good times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down

Damned I, I shouldn't have lost my head
Wish someone had stopped me, why'd I lose my cool?
Now I'm in the yard with all these other fools

Now I gotta learn a whole new life
'Cause here is where I'll be, counting down my days
Rottin' in my cell, till I'm let free

How did my life end up here? In here it's not a game
It's every man for self, you can't trust no one else
I'm ready for whatever goes down

But what type of life is this to live
For an R and B singer now

I will miss all the things I had
I will miss makin' love to my girl
I will miss all my kids, my loot and my friends
I will miss the good times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down

I will miss all the things I had
I will miss makin' love to my girl
I will miss all my kids, my loot and my friends
I will miss the good times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down

I can't believe I got sent up for this
Doin' a 10 year bid for self defense
My life is lost and it's no longer mine
I'm here, I'm stuck now all I got is time

Damn
I will miss, all my friends
I will miss, makin' love to my girl
I will miss my kids, my friends
I will miss my loot, ya heard

I will miss the things I used to have
I will miss makin' love to my girl
I will miss my kids, my friends

I will miss all the things I had
I will miss makin' love to my girl
I will miss all my kids, my loot and my friends
I will miss the good times I've had
I can't believe I'm locked down

I will miss all the things I had
I will miss makin' love to my girl
I will miss all my kids, my loot and my friends
I'll be missing the good times I've had
Can't believe I'm locked down

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With A Little Help From My Friends - Lyrics - Joe Cocker

Title: With A Little Help From My Friends
Artist: Joe Cocker
Composer(s): Paul Mccartney, John Lennon

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Lyric:
What would you do if I sang out of tune?
Would you stand up and walk out on me?
Lend me your ears and I'll sing you a song
And I'll try not to sing out of key

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Gonna try with a little help from my friends

What do I do when my love is away?
(Does it worry you to be alone?)
How do I feel by the end of the day?
(Are you sad because you're on your own?)

No, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love

Would you believe in a love at first sight?
Yes, I'm certain that it happens all the time
What do you see when you turn out the light?
I can't tell you but I know it's mine

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
I get high with a little help from my friends
Gonna try with a little help from my friends

Do you need anybody? I need somebody to love
Could it be anybody? I want somebody to love

Oh, I get by with a little help from my friends
With a little help from my friends

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See My Friends - Lyrics - Kinks-Size - Kinks

Title: See My Friends
Album: Kinks-Size
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river
See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river

She is gone
She is gone and now there's no one left
'Cept my friends, layin' 'cross the river

She just went, she just went
Went 'cross the river
Now she's gone, now she's gone
Wish that I'd gone with her

She is gone
She is gone and now there's no one left
'Cept my friends, layin' 'cross the river

She is gone and now there's no one else to take her place
She is gone and now there's no one else to love
'Cept my friends, layin' 'cross the river

See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river
See my friends, see my friends
Layin' 'cross the river

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All My Friends Are Dead - Lyrics - Turbonegro

Title: All My Friends Are Dead
Artist: Turbonegro
Composer(s): Thomas Seltzer, Hans Erik Dyvik, Rune Gronn, Pal Kjaernes, Christer Engen, Knut Schreiner

Lyric:
Where're your friends?
Where're your friends?
Where are your friends, man?
What? What? Where're my friends?

All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
You got kicked in the head
All my friends are dead

All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
You got smacked in the head
All my friends are dead

I always knew that
They would end up like today
They bought the bullet
And they paid with hand grenades

Hey, hey, hey

All my dreams were lies
All my dreams were lies
Lemme see the skies
All my dreams were lies

All my friends are dead
All my friends are dead
You got dragged outta bed
Now they're buried and they're dead

I always knew that
They would end up like today
They bought the bullet
And they paid with hand grenades

Hey, hey, hey
Fuckin', eh

I always knew that
They would end up like today
They bought the bullet
And they paid with hand grenades

Now they're buried and they're dead
Now they're buried and they're dead
Now they're buried and they're dead

Dead

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All Of My Friends Were There - Lyrics - The Village Green Preservation Society - Kinks

Title: All Of My Friends Were There
Album: The Village Green Preservation Society
Artist: Kinks
Composer(s): Ray Davies

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Lyric:
My big day, it was the biggest day of my life
It was the summit of my long career
But I felt so down and I drank too much beer
And my manager said that I should not appear

I walked out onto the stage and started to speak
The first night I've missed for a couple of years
I explained to the crowed and they started to jeer
And just when I wanted no one to be there

All of my friends were there
Not just my friends but their best friends too
All of my friends were there to stand and stare
Say what they may, all of their friends need not stay
Those who laughed were not friends anyway
All of my friends were there to stand and stare

Days went by, I walked around dressed in a disguise
I wore a mustache and I parted my hair
And gave the impression that I did not care
But oh, the embarrassment, oh, the despair

Came the day, helped with a few last glasses of gin
I nervously mounted the stage once again
Got through my performance and no one complained
Thank God, I can go back to normal again

I went to that old cafe
Where I had been in much happier days
And all of my friends were there
And no one cared

Say what they may, all of my friends were there
Not just my friends but their best friends too
All of my friends were there, now I don't care

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