New York City Rhythm - Lyrics - Barry Manilow

Title: New York City Rhythm
Artist: Barry Manilow
Composer(s): B Manilow, M Panzer

Lyric:
When my heart is torn apart by love I wish I had
Well I spend my nights in the city's lights
And things don't seem so bad
You know the movement seems to soothe me
And the tempo takes control
And I loss my blues when the New York City rhythm fills my soul

It's the New York City rhythm runnin' through my life
The poundin' beat of the city's streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost, I'm found, I'm up, I'm down but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
In my life

When I'm out for love or sin, oh it's good to be in town
In the funky dives on the old West Side
There's always something goin' down
Yes, I live my life with strangers and the danger's always there
But when I hit Broadway and it's time to play
And you know that I don't care

It's the New York City rhythm runnin' through my life
The poundin' beat of the city's streets that keeps my dreams alive
I'm lost, I'm found, I'm up, I'm down but some how I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh it's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
In my life

Oh, got to, got to, got to be New York City rhythm
Oh, got to, got to, got to be New York City rhythm
Oh, got to, got to, got to be New York City rhythm
Oh, got to, got to, got to be

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Theme From New York New York - Lyrics - Sinatra: New York (4 CD/1 DVD) - Frank Sinatra

Title: Theme From New York New York
Album: Sinatra: New York (4 CD/1 DVD)
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreadin' the news
I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These Vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York
New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city
That never sleeps
And find I'm, "A" number one
Top of the list
King of the hill, "A" number one

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

And if I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York
New York

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New York, New York - Lyrics - David Hasselhoff

Title: New York, New York
Artist: David Hasselhoff
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I wanna be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York, New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York
And if I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York, New York

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New York, New York - Lyrics - Bolton Swings Sinatra - Michael Bolton

Title: New York, New York
Album: Bolton Swings Sinatra
Artist: Michael Bolton
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

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Lyric:
Start spreadin' the news, I'm leavin' today
I want to be a part of it, New York, New York
These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it, New York, New York

I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap

These little town blues are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up in a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues are melting away
I'm gonna make a brand new start of it in old New York, yeah
If I can make it there, I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York, New York

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New York, New York - Lyrics - Live at the Meadowlands - Frank Sinatra

Title: New York, New York
Album: Live at the Meadowlands
Artist: Frank Sinatra
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreading the news
I am leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
They are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in that city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

My little town blues
They are melting away
I gonna make a brand new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up in that city
That never sleeps
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the list
Head of the heap
King of the hill

These are little town blues
They have all melted away
I am about to make a brand new start of it
Right there in old New York

And you bet [Incomprehensible] baby
If I can make it there
You know, I'm gonna make it just about anywhere
Come on, come through
New York, New York, New York

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Bridging The Gap - Lyrics - Street's Disciple - Nas

Title: Bridging The Gap
Album: Street's Disciple
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Salaam Remi, Mckinley Morganfield, Mel London, Olu Dara, Nasir Jones, Ellas Mcdaniel

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Lyric:
The light is there, yeah yeah
See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive

Let's go, hey hey hey hey
Tribrary of these rap skits, styles I mastered
Many brothers snatched it up and tried to match it
But I'm still number one, everyday real
Speak what I want, I don't care what y'all feel
'Cause I'm my own master
My Pop told me, "Be your own boss keep integrity at every cost"
And his home was Natchez Mississippi
Did it like Miles and Dizzy, now we gettin' busy

Bridging The Gap from the blues, to jazz, to rap
The history of music on this track
Born in the game, discovered my father's music
Like Prince searchin' through boxes of Purple Rain
But my Minneapolis was The Bridge, home of the Superkids
Some are well-known, some doin' bids
I mighta ended up on the wrong side of the tracks
If Pops wouldn't've pulled me back an said yo

See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive

The blues came from gospel, gospel from blues
Slaves are harmonizin' them ah's and ooh's
Old school, new school, know school rules
All these years I been voicin' my blues
I'm a artist from the start, hip-hop guided my heart
Graffiti on the wall, coulda ended in Spoffard, juvenile delinquent
But Pops gave me the right type'a tools to think with

Books to read, like X and stuff
'Cause the schools said the kids had dyslexia
In art class I was a compulsive sketcher of
Teachers in my homeroom, I drew pix to mess them up
'Cause none'a them would like my style
Read more books than the curriculum profile
Said, "Mr. Jones please come get your child
'Cause he's writin' mad poems and his verses are wild"

I was born in Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Moved to New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man, the great-greatest man alive

Hey hey hey, my Poppa was not a Rollin' Stone
He been around the world blowin' his horn, still he came home
Then he got grown, changed his name to Olu
Come on, tell 'em 'bout all the places you gone to

I been to Saudi Arabia, Mozambique
Madagascar, Paris, Greece
The Middle Africa is where we lived
Better known as Queenbridge

Nas, Nas you don't stop
Olu Dara in the house, you don't stop
Muddy Waters' Howling Wolf you don't stop
From the Blues to Street Hop you don't stop
Tell 'em Pop

See I come from Mississippi
I was young and runnin' wild
Ended up in New York City, where I had my first child
I named the boy Nasir, all the boys call him Nas
I told him as a youngster, he'll be the greatest man alive
Greatest man alive, gre-gre-gre-gre-greatest man alive
Rest in peace Ray Charles

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New York, New York - Lyrics - Brave Combo

Title: New York, New York
Artist: Brave Combo
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today, I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes are longing to stray
And make a brand new start of it
New York, New York

I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

I want to wake up in the city that never sleeps
To find I'm king of the hill, top of the heap
These little town blues are melting away

I'll make a brand new start of it in old New York
If I can make it there, I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you, New York, New York

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New York City Blues - Lyrics - Yardbirds

Title: New York City Blues
Artist: Yardbirds
Composer(s): Chris Dreja, Keith Relf

Lyric:
If you've ever been to New York City
You know what I'm talking about, yes you do
Well, if you've ever been to New York City
You know what I'm talking about
They got such pretty little girls in that big town
Make a man wanna jump around and shout

I met a little girl there, she was about five foot eight
I said, "I want you to love me"
She said, "Why man, that'd be great"
So, I got long hair but she took me back, back to see her pad
But the first thing I saw when I arrived there
Was a big black shiny shotgun in the hands of her dad

Alright now, this is how it was, oh no!
Well, alright

I finally learned my lesson such a long time ago
Next little woman that I date
I've got to know, I've got to know her family too
Yes indeed, I gotta know her family too
But if you don't want to be filled full of shotgun holes
Mister, this song is just for you

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New York - Lyrics - Jukebox - Cat Power

Title: New York
Album: Jukebox
Artist: Cat Power
Composer(s): Fred Ebb, John Kander

Lyric:
Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These Vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
To find the cream of the crop
At the top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting away
I'll make a brand new start of it
In New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
New York
It's up to you, New York

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Big City - Lyrics - Jefferson Starship

Title: Big City
Artist: Jefferson Starship
Composer(s): John Barbata, John C Ii Ethridge, Truman Scott Hill

Lyric:
Oh, I can tell by the way that she walks
She's a big city girl
And I can tell by the way that she talks
She might even save the world

Well, she got my number
But I don't think she knows my name
Oh, but since I've found this woman
Don't you know my life has changed?

Well, she got me singin' my song
Like I never sung it before, yeah

Big city, big city
Lord, I'd like to try 'em again
Big city, big city
Big city women got me again

All right
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now, if you go to New Orleans
You got to find her there, too
Ha, now don't you know just what I mean?
I think she's down there lookin' for you

I've been to Chicago, babe
I've been to New York City, too, yes, I have
Well, don't you know the big city women?
They know how to give me the blues

Early in the morning
Oh, when the big city lovin' begins, yeah

Big city, big city
Lord, I'd like to try 'em again
Big city, big city
Big city women got me again

Alright Craig

Big city, big city
Lord, I'd like to try 'em again
Big city, big city
Big city women got me again

I'd like to try some other girl
Oh, got to have 'em one more time
I'd like to try some other girl
Oh, got to have 'em one more time

I'd like to try some other girl
Gotta, gotta, gotta have it
Gotta, gotta, gotta have it
Oh, you got me where you want now, babe
Oh, yeah, oh, ooh, aah

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Honky Tonk Women - Lyrics - 11-17-70 - Elton John

Title: Honky Tonk Women
Album: 11-17-70
Artist: Elton John
Composer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards

Lyric:
She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

I met a gin soaked, bar room queen in Memphis
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride
She tried to heave me right across her shoulder
And I just can't seem to drink her off my mind

She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

I laid a divorcee, right here, in New York City
I had to put up some kind of a fight
The lady then, ooh, she covered me in roses
Well, she blew my nose and then she blew my mind

She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues, all right

She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues

Yeah, yeah

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Texas On A Saturday Night - Lyrics - Willie Nelson

Title: Texas On A Saturday Night
Artist: Willie Nelson
Composer(s): M Earwood

Lyric:
Well, there's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothin' can compare to it, no matter how you try
Nevada never closes, New York City's got bright lights
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night

Everybody's goin' San Antonio on a Saturday night
River walkin' talkin', western swingin' singin'
Songs of love and yellow roses

There's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
It's honky tonkin' heaven underneath that lone star sky
You can lose your blues in Mexico with their women and their wine
'Cause it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night

There's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothing can compare to it, no matter how you try
Colorado's mighty friendly with your Rocky Mountain high
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night

When the sun goes down, it's time to paint the town
That's when you hear those fiddles play

From Dallas to Del Rio, up to Amarillo
They'll be dancin' in the streets
Loud and rowdy howdy, haughty haughty lawdy
How I wish that I could be in Abilene

There's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
Nothing can compare to it, no matter how you try
Nevada never closes, New York City's got bright lights
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night
But it's nothing quite like Texas on a Saturday night

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Real Women - Lyrics - Underground Kingz - Ugk

Title: Real Women
Album: Underground Kingz
Artist: Ugk
Composer(s): Chad Butler, Skip Scarborough, Kasseem Dean, Bernard Freeman

Lyric:
H-Town women
(This is so soulful right now)
Chocolate women
(This is so soulful right now)

New York, New York women
(UGK)
A-Town women
(Raheem DeVaughn, Kweli)

This is for Chi-Town women
(My real women)
My Midwest women
(My Midwest women)
Down South women, the West Coast women
All of my women

Now bein' King of the Underground's a title I wear with pride
Like my syrup and swisha can't leave without it when I ride
Even though I'm the king of the city where I reside
I wouldn't and couldn't do it without my woman on my side

Sometimes I got it figured out, sometimes I'm confused
I win 9 times out of 10 but now and then I might lose
But no matter the road I choose and how the drama unfold
A playa always got his better half right on his shoulders

She gon' hold me down to the fullest, rainy or sunny
She seen me ball out of control and dead broke with no money
So when the game got funny, she ain't pack up and roll
She help me get back on my feet now man that's way too cold

If you got a down woman wit'chu keepin' it true
Don't try to hate, appreciate her for the things that she do
This dedicated to the dedicated ladies that stand up
If you keep it real wit your man then put your hand up, c'mon

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

I'm 'bout to spoil you, show you my gratitude
I love the all of you, even your attitude
Never gonna give you black-n-blues
That's abuse, I'm not that dude
Take it back to when I held yo' hand
And my name became yo' back tattoo

I love the fact that you don't need me to make you whole
Doin' it fast or takin' it slow, you know when to let me take control
And I apologize for puttin' tears inside them eyes
When I wasn't fair didn't compromise
Put you in fear when I told them lies

How I love to dive inside them thighs I love your cockiness
Ain't gonna ask if you roll in rap you know this right it's obvious
I'm an Underground King with a winner down
Queen I'm fin' to let her know
This ain't about bling, this ain't about cream, I never let her go

We smokin' love, you know what's up
This for the real women, that's you? Throw it up
'Cause your man's so focused
You rub your lips lovin' the bub 'cause I open you up
You got my back whether broke or re-up
In the crush limousine 'cause we rollin' up

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

Uh, you was down from the get-go
I put it down with them silly hoes
Ridin' tryin' to get the dirty do'
Didn't know what my life was gon' have in sto'

'Til my karma came
And you was right there tryin' to have my thangs
When the chips all fell down
You was the only one I had around

Saved my life when I was 'bout to drown
Girl you my queen, come and get your crown
Now I keep you with the nice thangs
VVS ice blings, 10-karat diamond rings

If I ain't tell you with the biz
Girl you my baby 'til the end
And I'ma treat you like a king supposed
Keep you ridin' Rolls slammin' matchin' do's

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

This for the real women
(The solid ladies and the pros)
But the real women
(They play the game like they suppose)

They the real women
(The queens holdin' down they kings)
They the real women
(So go on girl do yo' thang)

H-Town women
Chocolate women
New York, New York women
A-Town women

This is for Chi-Town women
My Midwest women
Down South women, the West Coast women
All of my women, woo

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Give It Back To The Indians - Lyrics - Ella Fitzgerald

Title: Give It Back To The Indians
Artist: Ella Fitzgerald
Composer(s): Lorenz Hart, Richard Rodgers

Lyric:
Old Peter Minuet had nothing to lose
When he bought the Isle of Manhattan
For twenty-six dollars and a bottle of booze
And they threw in The Bronx and Staten

Pete thought that he had the best of the bargin
But the poor Red man just grinned
And he grunted, "Ugh!" meaning 'okay' in his jargon
For he knew poor Pete was skinned

We've tried to run the city
But the city ran away
And now Peter Minuet
We can't continue it

Broadway's turning into Coney
Champagne Charlie's drinking gin
Old New York is new and phony
Give it back to the Indians

Two cents more to smoke a Lucky
Dodging busses keep you thin
Now New York is simply ducky
Give it back to the Indians

Take all the reds
On the boxes made for soap
Whites on Fifth Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, losing hope
Big bargain today
Chief, take it away

Come, you busted city slickers
Better take it on the chin
Father Nick has lost his knickers
Give it back to the Indians

Take all the reds
On the boxes made for soap
Whites on Fifth Avenue
Blues down in Wall Street, losing hope
Big bargain today
Chief, take it away

Come, you busted city slickers
Better take it on the chin
Father Nick has lost his knickers
Give it back to the Indians

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Honky Tonk Woman - Lyrics - The Best of Albert King - Albert King

Title: Honky Tonk Woman
Album: The Best of Albert King
Artist: Albert King
Composer(s): Mick Jagger, Keith Richards

Lyric:
I met a gypsy barroom queen in Memphis
An' on the street the summer sun did shine
The sweetest rose that ever grow in Memphis
I just can't seem to drink her off of my mind

She's a honky tonk woman
Give me, give me, give me the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues

I laid a divorce in New York City
An' had to pick myself out of a fight
Ladies, they all covered me with roses
She blew my nose an' then she blew my mind

Well, she's a honky tonk woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues

She's a honky tonk woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues
She's a honky tonk woman
Gimme, gimme, gimme, the honky tonk blues

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Alley Flowers - Lyrics - Jolie Holland

Title: Alley Flowers
Artist: Jolie Holland
Composer(s): Jolie Holland

Lyric:
Some people say you got a psychedelic presence
Shinin' in the park with a bioluminescense
Down these city streets I see you comin'
From afar and I know

In this world ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world
Ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world

Nobody sings like Mary Sue Bell
Nobody prays like Willie Mac Tell
Nobody walks a mile in my stolen shoes like I do

In this world ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world
Ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world

I still miss my lonesome lover
And I can't find no single other
To take his empty place
In my heart of hearts, I told him

In this world ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world
Ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world

The ghost of Shakespeare's on the street
Corduroy hat layin' at his feet
Howlin' in the harp
These dirty city blues fallin' hard

In this world ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world
Ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world

Zora Neale Hurston told her story
And they kicked her out of New York city
Just like Jesus Christ in Gallilee, like I said

In this world ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world
Ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world

Some people say I got a psychedelic presence
Shinin' in the park with a bioluminescense
Down these city streets I see you comin'
From afar and I know

Ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world
Ain't nobody's got the shine
Like you got to shine in this world

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Dr. Dooom'S In The Room - Lyrics - Dr. Dooom

Title: Dr. Dooom'S In The Room
Artist: Dr. Dooom
Composer(s): Keith Thornton

Lyric:
Yeah, for the motherfuckin' 2000
In this mother
Straight from Houston, Tex
The motherfuckin' Dr. Dooom

I'm shuttin' rappers down like guiliani shut down strip clubs
Turnin' your fake gangster hardcore stories
Into some Mickey Mouse, Teletubbies shit
Y'all niggaz need to quit, stop pullin' your silicone tits

And this city is my town
Don't even fuckin' tryin' to say a fly rhyme
I'm holdin' possessions you don't own
And your cellular phone don't even fuckin' roam

Y'all got the nerve to be standin' in the hot rap zone
Against somethin' you can't afford
Rappers be soundin' bored at the show
I need to start pullin' your bitch-ass fuckin' extension cord

Suckers be fakers, ATM pullin' frauds
I'm sendin' two men, out to boo men
Quick to get to y'all niggaz like Western Union
I'm comin' like the fax machine

I pour it on your whole team
Y'all niggaz ain't got time to scheme
I'm out to shatter your fuckin' rap dreams
Top to bottom, any angle, whatever your bullshit mind think

Your words gon' tangle
Sound like shit on a tascan mix
A bunch of y'all tracks need to be fixed
Professionally, you sound like the dog toto

When I see Flex, I'ma ask him
Why he playin' a lot of records from a bunch of homos
With feminine vocals
I catch niggaz when clubs are packed, rubbin' elbows

Tryin' to whisper shit in ugly bitches earlobes
Dr. Dooom callin' wack niggaz houses from the Radisson hotel room
Penthouse suites, bitch niggaz get 911 beeps
I'm always hearin' more softest MC's talk shit about the streets

Fuck your seedy impression of pain
Ninety-nine percent of your shit was normal
One percent sound strange
A&R's be suckin' a lot of dick
And spreadin' they ass cheeks to get the hits

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin up

You couldn't rap with me if we was twins stuck together
You be the deformed one, catchin' the warm one
I pay a crack head five dollars
To fuck up your million dollar marketing plan

With a brand new sub-machine gun
And a hot dog, on a Yankee stadium bun
First class rates, hire wall street messengers
To move your antique rap styles in milk crates

Special delivery for all you motherfuckers
Sportin' hard boots with ashey faces tryin' to get with me
Y'all suckers is amateurs, gettin' fucked up the assholes
By the top worst managers

On the publishin' deal, wipe my condoms off your Ampex reels
No games to be played, you lookin' fuckin' jiggy
MC's with collared shirts and shoes tryin' to duplicate biggie
No matter where, you only got one pair

Alligators don't match with them fuckin' flares
Who's doin' your dress code, some old stank bitch
With mascara touchin' up your face on the road
You feelin' healthier, your rap audience

Is only New Pork to Philadelphia
Baltimore never even heard your fuckin' metaphor
Shut the fuck up, put your buck up, look at the dicks you suck up
Maximum ass thoughts, you fuckin' get crushed

Like the five o'clock train rush, sweaty as a motherfucker
The best rapper can lick my ass
I make your girl pick me up lick my sperm in your E-class
Leave my diapers moist in the back seat of your rolls Royce
Stop your whole organization on park avenue and start laughin' at you

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

You ain't the top rap in the country
New jacks, you shoulda knew that
From experience, you couldn't write from the beginnin'
Bookin' studio time, with some scramblin' concert shit on your mind

Who's crowd, the blues feel my news
Accurately in New York City
There's a thousand motherfuckers tryin' to rap and look pretty
Save it for David

Take that motherfuckin' rented ride back to Avis
When it come to rap I'm the big motherfucker on the pay list
Ridin' the Amtrak, lookin' at Billboard
You need to be hung on a steel cord

Sittin' next to a Doberman, shit in Harlem
Any poodles on the mic, we gon' stop 'em
I'm in the dressin' room with the average bitch
Lookin' like halle berry, rubbin' my nuts

My fingers all up in her guts
Watchin' Monday night football with my dick all up in her butt
MC's stand away when I pull out my mitt put your hand away
Most of these fake hard rappers never seen the projects

Live in fuckin' pesquateway
Scared, palm that away
Why don't you bastards move back in the metro area
The Marriott is the spot

Where the prostitutes lick your Rolex watch
Left you naked out with your stomach out
Hangin' out with cocaine on the dresser
With a Puerto Rican girl with HIV from park chester

You sniffin' that shit again
Souped up from the neck up from the butt crack up
You need a fuckin' checkup

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat
Dr. Dooom is in the room
Walkin' up the street, with bare feet, eatin' raw steak meat

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Ridin' - Lyrics - David Banner

Title: Ridin'
Artist: David Banner
Composer(s): L. Alford, C. Gavin, E. Franklin, L. Alfred, Lavell Crump, V. Iyer, T.K. Greene

Lyric:
I'm from a place
Where you gotta let yo' nutz hang
Where them crakas used to cut your stomach open
Just to let your fuckin' guts hang

Right there in front of the kids
I might as well split your wig
'Cause that's just what the master did

But now I'm the new Nat Turner
Spreadin' something to the kids
Like Sojourner, man, the truth

Fuck a 'Creek, I care
But you in doubts and go "Woof"
He ain't dead, what pledge
There's a stank up in the Bush

Or a stank up in the White House
Shootin' board bullshit, man, it's dead props
Here in Chicago but hit this hi-lo
Warriors come play, click the bottles

Cock them AK's, bust on KK's
With the knuckle boy or the other two and the Stic-Man
Given dead on your shirt like a wristband
You a grown man, nigga, stand tall

Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?
Don't it hurt, 'cause you really ain't a nigga, dog?

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'

Yo, niggas is not original
Niggas follow the radio
Niggas think if you blow
Then you gotta be on the TV show

Crackas is hypocritical
Crackas will rob and shit on you
'Cause see you do what they do
They know freedom is powerful

Niggas is very visual
If we see it, we think it's true
Very few niggas make a move
And even less'll see it through

Crackas make up the chemicals
Then they call us the criminals
Crackas make all the loot
And we just get the residuals

Niggas will rob and shoot on you
Crackas will drop a bomb on you
Niggas is having funerals
Crackas is having barbecues

Niggas sing the blues
That's reminicin' the spiritual
But when you say gawd is you
Niggas ain't really hearing you

Crackas like to capitalize
Them crackas a lie
They say if you don't unionize
Then you'll probably die

I hate callin' niggas, niggas
So I'ma take it backwards
But I got now love for Whithey
I love callin 'em crackas

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long a walk, now that we ridin'

Yeah, I call myself real N I G G A
'Cause Kweli be showin' on the floor
And they policies, my philosophies
Show you that the block is a part of me

Freedom fighter like Richard Carter be
It's deep how the street knowledge beef
'Cause it ran like a code inside of me
It's practical, not scholarly

Now why do I call myself a nigga, you ask me
Who's got my back when the cops harass me
New York, L.A or Cincinnati
Can ride the train or with the Caddie

When they call you, nigga they scared of you
They fearin' you so actually
If crack is gone, be fearing niggas
Then that's what the fuck I have to be now

It's a badge of honor
And some say that shit's absurd
It's more than just a word
We flip the shit like it's a bird

Pass it down through generations
Then cuss you out and say it loud
The first generation of muthafuckas
To grab our nuts and say it proud

Country niggas or city niggas
Tupac niggas or biggie niggas
In the corridor, floor or door
And all my Mississippi niggas

We connected all throughout
The north, the east, the west, the south
And if a white boy say the shit
He'll still get punched right in the mouth

Country boys, city boys
Cadillacs, Rolly Royce
Whatever, long as we ridin'
Pretty girls, ghetto boos
On the boulevard, in the avenue
It's a long walk, now that we ridin'

All they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga

You see, all they got for you is a cell, my nigga
They want you dead or in jail without rebel, my nigga
In the streets, it's similar to hell, my nigga
But we gonna boss up and live well, my nigga

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Saian (Remix) - Lyrics - Rza

Title: Saian (Remix)
Artist: Rza
Composer(s): Robert F. Diggs

Lyric:
Aww, hey, c'est le Saian, Saian
Supa Saian, Supa Saian
Got my homie DJ Love
Saiangot my homie, represents, Saian
Sly the Mic Buddah, Saian, ya'll did did that

This is Ghostface Bakery, ya'll ain't cake to me
Pushin' cocaine, Whitehorse in the city
Over Pun and Pac, I cried over Biggie
Spazzed out, grab a white bitch by her titties

Rock wallabies, this is Clarkology
You know copy Starky belong wit the triple technology
Quick wit the pistol, leave you cripple if you lyin', B
Tickle the butter soft nipples on the side of me

So muthafucka, let me slow that flow down
And bang an ol' mighty hammer like Joe Brown
Dust off rounds, surround sound, trey pound
Put a phat leather head to bed like night gowns

If ya'll wit me then build, shorty, brothers is real
We true dons, makin' glass on the cash is on
Get my head right and smash yours moms, kid
So chose me, the bitch greased my palms

I'm comin' from Paris city
I'm on the residence, so don't shit on me
Like Kool G. rap I got the Ill Street Blues
You lose, you can rich them out of my shoes

Baby, me and my Crew, we comin' your way
Saian Supa do it everyday, all day everyday, all da
Don't fight, don't fight, just see the light, see the light
Wit the sound, RZA will make it all right

Grey Goose wit cranberry
The raspberry bikini on honey wit the black berry
Had my eyes bulgin', plus my pants bulgin'
Ready for indulgence, long stroke compulsions

I'm lookin' for devotion, slow motion
Tropical potions, Sun and body lotions
Sex on the ocean, nine inch explosions
Had me frozen like the icicle
Big legs like she ride bicycle

Shorty beefcake known to make my knees shake
Sweepstakes, first day at the cheesecake
Factory, Tony Starks in back of me
Sippin' on pina coladas, twistin' Daquiris
The gold lion is known to hold iron
Rings stuffed with diamonds, Bobby and Supa Saian

Saian, move it on your left
Saian, bring da muthafuckin' ruckus
C'est l'Saian, Saian, Saian, Supa

Ya fight le son est fat, à qui la faute? Saian
Vu les statistiques de gars qui veulent test'
Et qu'ont du mal à tater l'esthétique
Je me dois de les rendre statiques
S-s c'est qui coq?

Quiconque qui veut jouer le coq
Je vaut mille Rocky au mic jusqu'à Milwaukee
J'lache du lest donc j'attends qu'on me lache de l'estime
Voici l'homme de l'est avec sa dream team
Tisse sa toile comme Lady Laystee autour des wistitis

Pas de mc de bas niveau, v'là du nouveau
Fout tout le reste dans le caniveau
Bousille pas ton cerveau car les ondes sont gravés
Et tu décale ta sono, abattez mes rivaux

Et t'as peur de rencontrer le reste du commando
Ensemble ou en solo
KLR nous unis, veille sur nous depuis là haut

J'débarque sur le projet, j'te baise ou j'grave
Ã?cartes ton gros der, tes grosses fesses
Ramènes tes grosses lèvres, j'te le donne en conseil
Pas des grosses mères, des grosses maîtres

� l'aise poses ta grosse tête
Pas de proverbe mais ne cause
Pas trop prenne de gros projets
Pas la prochaine
Projètes de gros pièges dans les gros sieges

Protèges ton fausse air, sans faucettes j'te possède
J'te fais une grossesse, pas de problème
J'te laisse en chaussettes, j'te crochètes
J'ten parle en prochaine en prochaine lettre
Je matte les prophètes

Saian, à dieu mon gros
Saian, c'est ca
C'est l'Saian, vas-y mon nig

Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est l'Saian
Saian, c'est Supa
C'est l'Saian, New York City
Saian, 36 Records

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Psycho Daisies - Lyrics - Yardbirds

Title: Psycho Daisies
Artist: Yardbirds
Composer(s): Jim Mccarty, Jim Page, Jeff Beck, Chris Dreja, Keith Relf

Lyric:
Pennsylvania snow is pretty thick
Michigan ain't where I get my kicks
Texas is fine but it gets too hot
And New York City's not a place to stop

New Orleans is the home of the blues
But California's my home with Mary Hughes

Down in Mississippi I'm told is nice
And all the meals there, they come with rice
Oregon and Iowa are not for me
The Colorado mountains are something you must see

But back in California there's nothing to lose
'Cause everything's swinging there with Mary Hughes

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