Nobody Knows You When You'Re Down &Amp; Out - Lyrics - Eric Clapton

Title: Nobody Knows You When You'Re Down &Amp; Out
Artist: Eric Clapton
Composer(s): Jimmie Cox

Lyric:
Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spent all my money, I just did not care
Took all my friends out for a good time
Bought bootleg whiskey, champagne and wine

Then I began to fall so low
Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go
I get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins

'Cause no, no, nobody knows you
When you're down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And as for friends, you don't have any

When you finally get back up on your feet again
Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend
Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody knows you when you're down and out

When you finally get back upon your feet again
Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend
Said it's mighty strange
Nobody knows you
Nobody knows you
Nobody knows you when you're down and out

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Nobody Knows You When You'Re Down And Out - Lyrics - Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan - B.B. King

Title: Nobody Knows You When You'Re Down And Out
Album: Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Jimmie Cox

Lyric:
I once lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money I didn't care
Always taking my friends out for a good time
Buying champagne, gin and wine
But just as soon as my dough got low
I couldn't find a friend, no place I go

If I ever get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna squeeze it, and squeeze it till the eagle grins

Nobody knows you, when you're down and out
In your pocket, not one penny
And your friends, you haven't any
And as soon as you get on your feet again
Everybody is your long lost friend
It's mighty strange, without a doubt, but
Nobody wants you, when you're down and out

You know folks, I once had a mansion
Way up on the side of a hill
I'd give champagne and caviar parties
Just for fun and they get a thrill
But you know things they just can't stay like that forever
And now I can't muscle up enough money to buy a shot of gin

But you know, if I ever get my hands on a dollar again
I'm gonna squeeze it, and squeeze it till the eagle grins

It's mighty strange, without a doubt
Nobody wants you
Nobody needs you
Nobody wants you, when you're down and out

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Nobody'S Home - Lyrics - Do Or Die

Title: Nobody'S Home
Artist: Do Or Die
Composer(s): Dennis Round, Darnell Smith, O'Kelly Isley, Anthony Round, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Christopher Jasper, Samuel Lindley, Rudolph Isley, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Baby it's your prerogative what you do
I don't give a damn what he think about you
All I know is one plus one is two
We can lay back while we sip a few
Yeah, it's true, you can be my boo
Tears to let out or you
All I wanna do is keep in line wit you
Doin' everything if it's fine with you

Lemme pick you up at a certain time
Sit and dine drink the finest wine
Ice over Cristal
Lay back peep the the scenery still and a pimp smile
In a little while, better time and ride out
To tha finest hideout, silver wrist and a twist
'Cuz the neighborhood homes is a risk
And uh do you really wanna ride wit me

Sit back and hide wit me
Conversate when you fly wit me
You don't need to be touched on makin' love over rough zone
Playa hater get crushed on, bumrushed on
Peep the game from a playa
Who survived in the rought streets
Collectin' dust on my spot from the cops heat
Hit the block gon' shop for some nice meat, I don't roll deep

Just a lil' bit of care 'cuz a brother wanna bail to the mall
To ball wit all the blunts
Treat me right you deserve some dough
But never earn my trust stop trippin' you can wae the bun
Sit back in the smooth ride
Hit the block for your homies hollarin' two time
And I ain't thinkin' 'bout your other man
All I'm thinkin' 'bout is ends and a tight Benz, but it's right there

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

My four five-oh hit the front door
Got me chillin' like a star, out the ro ro
Place anotha hand on my Georgia bull
But when I got out the truck all the hoes froze
Checkin' me out like I'm po-po
Bring a friend don't go solo
Let's bail in your car, V-12 double-oh
Got a bag a weed make a left on Monroe

Three Philly's from the store, got a place we can go
Drive slow make a right keep it tight
Now, park by the meter, roll the weed up
Baby girl, push your seat up between the heater
Playa playa baby
Can I dirty dance wit you and your friends
Got a V-12 double-oh Benz
Plus you stackin' the Benjamins

Baby, puff puff pass and pull
You can get hurt like that and why you wearin' skirts like that
Do he wonder where you at
While he sellin' zones you havin' sex
Puttin' it down, givin' up your check
See I'm a young playa, got game from tha vest
I can talk a zebra out it stripes if it stand there and chat
I can put my name on that

And oh, it's about four
My mama should be walkin' in the door
So put on your clothes remember nobody knows
Spray the air freshener before we go
Do what you're doin'
But we gon smoke and ride playa like me and you
Could never be alone so pickup the phone
Baby, I'm down in the zone and nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

So, do you wanna take this chance wit me
I know, I know he be seeing you glance at me
And oh, do you wanna live your fantasy
Let's go to your place, just you and me
Take it slow, don't cry, dry your eyes
Despise the way that he treat you with lies
I be your Mary Jane your everything, no pain
I be your moon stars and your sun, no rain

See it's flamin' when he leave us alone, come close
Never find the brakes when I'm at your home, I won't boast
Or brag when I'm next to you true
I do all the thangs your man won't do for you
So here's a few things to let you know when you're down
Here's my number when I'm far away from your town
So call me when you have a need for me
And by the way did you leave in my pocket, this G

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home
Ooh, na na na na na na
Nobody's home, nobody's home

Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home

Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home

Baby Boy, Do or Die, Johnny P
Nobody's home
Nobody's home
Nobody's home

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Hippo Stomp - Lyrics - Steppenwolf

Title: Hippo Stomp
Artist: Steppenwolf
Composer(s): J Kay, L Byrom, J Edmonton

Lyric:
If I should go astray and say "I lost my way"
Nobody would know me
But if I don't believe I can and still say "Hear my plan"
Somebody would follow just because it's free

We're all Hippos, rollin' down the river
Sometimes we can't touch the ground
Like Hippos slidin' in the water
Somehow we're stompin' around

Now you can see me lyin' down in my swamp
Any time I feel disgusted
You'll see me do the hippo stomp
Hey, hey, you can try it when you're feelin' blue

If you should go astray and say "I lost my way"
Nobody will know you
But if you don't believe you can and still say "I'm your man"
Somebody will follow just because it's free

We're all Hippos rollin' down the river
Sometimes we can't touch the ground
Like Hippos slidin' in the water
Somehow we're stompin' around

You stop and watch me
While you're out on your midnite romp
And I can feel the silent question
What the heck is the Hippo Stomp?

Let me answer you and let me tell ya true
Just how I feel when I'm down
Sometimes I wonder you'll see me stumblin' around
But you just point and stare

Come on, let me hear you
Somewhere there's a voice down inside
And when you find it let it teach you
How to ask the question 'Why'

Just because we live together, we don't have to like each other
So please don't fall asleep on me again
Nobody, nobody, nobody knows for sure
You just might never wake up from the dream

Hey, speak up, let me hear you, yeah
Let me show you 'round the reservation
I know my way around these parts, I've lived here long enough
Now you can have a taste, an indication of things and times to come

If you should go astray and say "I lost my way"
Nobody will know you
But if you don't believe you can and still say "I'm your man"
Somebody will follow just because it's free

Early in the morning, late at night
Somebody seems to know just how this thing work's right
'Cause every time I come around the corner
Somebody's looking out my door
He's been snoopin' like a hound
I'll grab his neck and shake him on down

We're all Hippos rollin' down the river
Sometimes we can't touch the ground
Like Hippos, slidin' in the water
Somehow we're stompin' around

We're all Hippos rollin' down the river
Sometimes we can't touch the ground
Like Hippos, slidin' in the water
Somehow we're stompin' around

We're all Hippos rollin' down the river
Sometimes we can't touch the ground
Like Hippos, slidin' in the water
Somehow we're stompin' around

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By Your Side - Lyrics - Kiss of Death - Jadakiss

Title: By Your Side
Album: Kiss of Death
Artist: Jadakiss
Composer(s): Jason Phillips, Pamela Sawyer, J.O, J. Adair, Marilyn Mcleod

Lyric:
I'll be by your side, I'll always find a way
I love you too much, to lose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by

By your side
It makes me strong
It gives me the strength to bang out and make these songs
If I do it on the spot or if it takes me long they can't stop me
Even if my breaks was on, I'm still
By your side
I'm always here, nobody's perfect life ain't always fair
I used to not give a fuck
I ain't always care when it's too hot for the hammer
You know the hawk is right
By your side

Until you get to the car
And you gotta get through the D before you get to the R
If I don't get you today then I'ma get you tomorrow
As soon as you come out your crib I'ma be right
By your side
Where I'm supposed to be
Close to you, with the toast close to me
And screw it if it's the right or wrong thing
When you in the sight of that long thing
You wish you had a strong team right
By your side

I love you too much to lose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by
By your side, by your side
I love you too much to lose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by
By your side

As long as you need me
I'm down for whatever hommie as long as you feed me
I pull the big joints out as long as the TV
Or I can play my part and just breathe easy right
By your side
As soon as something happen to you
Your niggas would bounce
And you thought they were scrappin' witcha you
Now you cleanin' your cuts with peroxide
And you wake up in the ER with the doc right
By your side

Puttin' tubes in you and you can't even eat right
They puttin' food in you
Your body's getting colder, devil on your shoulder
And you mom's in the room but you just wanna hold her
By your side
Nothin' but realness
That's why everybody in the world could feel this
I'm on top and y'all under me
So when it's over; if I ain't in the front, at least I'm gonna be
By your side

I love you too much to lose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by
By your side, by your side
I love you too much to lose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by
By your side

Until they finish me off
If they don't get us both you'll be sending me off
And please just do me this favor stick to our little plan
And fuck the money just keep my little man
By your side
And show 'em there's hope
And he gon' think he knows whats going
But show him the ropes
And if you bring him to the Gucci store
Show him the loffs hood niggas I'm just showing you growth
But I'm still right
By your side

You know kiss don't gotta aim his gun at you to be focused
And if you broke now nigga when you see those chips
Watch how many people come out of nowhere
And try to be
By your side
The answer's plenty
'Cause when you handling business you can't be friendly
And if you tryna' stack something can't be pennies
Most likely grants and benggies
And you better keep 'em
By your side

I love you too much to lose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by
By your side, by your side
I love you too much to lose ya
Sweet touches, you're there right by
By your side, by your side
By your side, by your side

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Hardback (Industry) - Lyrics - Maths & English - Dizzee Rascal

Title: Hardback (Industry)
Album: Maths & English
Artist: Dizzee Rascal
Composer(s): Dylan Kwabena Mills

Lyric:
Hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

First up, it's important that you keep your shit original
Try and keep that copycat shit to a minimal
People want somethin? that they never heard before
If it's been done, leave it, they don't wanna hear no more

Secondly, here's another clever thing that you can do
Find yourself a good manager who's really got a clue
'Cause there's so many to choose from, they all look the part
But it's difficult to come across the ones that's really smart

And can stand firm and steady when the label's talkin? shit
Will respect, it keeps it gangsta but does everything legit
And dependable, you can trust to handle your biz
And can really make you sure of what the situation is

Next up, find a record label that ain't full of pricks
One that let's you breathe artistically but makes you come with hits
Congratulations now you've got your deal, you're set to go
Lemme fill you in on just a couple things you need to know

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

Next up, change your number
Change your phone and change your chip
'Cause there's gonna be a lot of people ringin?, talkin? shit
Whether bredrens wantin? money 'cause now suddenly you're rich
Or some dumb hatin? fassies tryin? to take you for a bitch

Yeah, I know it's minor and you can handle it, it's nothin?
But eventually you're really gonna wanna do somethin?
And that's counter-productive, beefin? over bullshit
You can never stop them dumb bredrens tryin? to bullshit

Plus you're in the limelight, well-paid verbalist
Which leads me onto my next subject, journalists
These are the people that could put your name about
So be careful what you're sayin? when you're talkin? out your mouth

And avoid bein? ignorant, tone down the thug-shit
Come to interviews buzzin?, tone down the drug shit
Keep your eye on the ball, mind on the job
And before you know you'll have the whole world on your knob

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

Here's somethin? that I shoulda stressed early on
Don't go spendin? all your money till it's gone
'Cause the taxman's gonna want his paper when it's due
And there's nobody above the taxman especially you

And another thing, buy your house before you buy your car
Don't tell no one where you are, even better if you're far
Everybody knows you're gangsta and that Porsche looks great
But do you really want it sittin? on that council estate?

Differently, watch where you choose to socialize
Keep an eye out for trouble, watch for devils in disguise
And please don't be fooled by no pretty females
Play it safe, never let 'em know your full details

I ain't sayin? be para', I'm just sayin? be sure
You can never know if that bitch will be braggin? what she saw
And aside from makin? money, keep lovin? what you do
I ain't saying nothin? more because the rest is up to you

I got a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

You need a hardback, stern face
Play your position and know your place
Only move when the money's callin?
Take my advice, you'll be ballin?

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Body Rock - Lyrics - Mos Def

Title: Body Rock
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): Kamaal Ibn John Fareed, Shawn Jones, Dante Smith, Rico Smith

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Lyric:
Aight, uhh, alright y'all slow down I'm trying
Aight, yo I I only took a little bit of Spanish you gotta
I, I hear what you're saying but yo, aight okay
Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you, okay
Alright okay, alright okay okay, alright okay, I'm feeling you yo

All my people in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, I say
We don't stop, the body rock
All my people in Queens and the land in between say we
Don't stop, the body rock

Shaolin and LI say you know we're fly, say we
Don't stop, the body rock
From the east to the west son we take it to the chest say we
Don't stop, the body rock

I'm in the lab with ab, I got the band they're fat
My man T A S H take it to your breastplate
It's the mighty Mos Def, complete the trilogy
Just shot myself a dime, see are you feeling me?

Son I'm wicked and nice when I'm on facility
Let me take a sec to review what I wrote
Mos Def and I sound par fresh, okay it's dope
Let's record this they gonna want this

And all area crew is gonna flaunt this
And when we step to the plate Pah it's flawless
My man T A S H with styles glory great
Great, great great, great great

Up next we got CaTash with that west coast rhyming
Bombing niggaz with the style as dangerous as mountain climbing
'Cause the Alkie words I'm spitting be twisting while you listening
Plus I'm in this motherfucker with the Likwit coalition

That'll leave you in position, twisted backwards like dough go
While you staring down my throat like, "Is he drunk or is he sober?"
Who knows, all I know is Tash got flows
And got the technique to get the ladies out of their clothes

I been overly exposed to the forty O's and chickens
So I'ma keep it pumping 'til the beat stop kicking
Or 'til the plot thickens, 'cause this is how we do
CaTash Trophe, Mos Def, and the brother man

What's up Tash, hey yo, Tip can't call it
Sure as Mos is Def and you alkaholik
I'ma be surfing at, thing that's worth dealing
Hypodermically, shoot up your feeling

Figuratively, speaking of course now
Old and greediness, seeking it's course now
What we gonna do, eradicate them
Shoot them from the jam, they be diseased phlegm

Tash love, are you ready to rock the mic?
Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic
Mos def, are you ready to rock the mic?
We got the universal style that you got to like

And ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic
So turn the AC up 'cause it's hot tonight
And 'til the bright early morn' we be rocking you all
Don't stop, the body rock

'Cause I'm next to flex, and I'm technically advanced
To turn you on like cybersex, so in less than two sec's
I blind MC's like Thomas Dolby with the Science that'll leave
They braincells frying slowly so slowly I flow and

Express written consent, from the under grounding niggaz
'Coast II Coast' I represent 'cause getting bent, I do
But I'm doper than Sherm plus the way I put it down
Could burn the perm off Big Worm, so peep this private screening

Of the last action hero that be freezing rappers dead in they tracks
Like Sub Zero 'cause Rico ain't no joke
I eat yo' flows and yo' beat up rappers even feel my presence
When I'm home with my feet up

Yo what you skied up or treed up?
Relax and pull a seat up, make your landlord turn the heat up
Got the opposition shook like Tiger Woods about to tee up
So niggaz no competition with the clear Mos Definition

MC's screaming now for years
Can't rhyme without their mom's permission
You just a young'un coming out, getting gassed to run your mouth
Wilding on the run about, Baby Pah you coming out
Barking that you want a 'bout but son you know the come about
When Mos Def blow up and, you don't, nothing

Don't you know nothing? My crew go hunting
We keep it on the norm then we transform som'ing
And while, we do it, you bounce to it
The cops wanna stop the Body Rock but don't do it

Dynomite like Jimmy J.J.
Swap down penny, somewhere in LA
Now we got to bond like Voltron
Tash you the bomb, Mos you the won ton

Q will pick the lead, I must drop on thee
A B S, I bust down, facility
T R A C T is the MC
It's the LL, inside the place to be

Tash Love, are you ready to rock the mic?
Q-Tip, are you ready to rock the mic
Mos Def, are you ready to rock the mic?
We got the universal brothers that you got to like

Now ain't nobody stepping up when we got the mic
So turn your AC up 'cause it's hot tonight!
And 'til the bright early morn' we'll be rocking you all
Don't stop, the body rock

All my people out in Queens that know you're hot, you say
Don't stop, the body rock
All my people out in Brooklyn and you know we're hot, say
Don't stop, the body Rock

Shaolin to LI and you know we're fly, said
Don't stop, the body rock
All the people on the Greens and the land in between said
Don't stop, the body rock, no stopping, no stopping

Out in Jersey, no stopping
Philadelpi I, no stopping
Chi Town getting down, the playgrounds
Detroit you say, no stopping
In Cali, no stopping
And the great VA, no stopping, it says

It said the Brooklyn town, no stopping
And the Boogie Down, no stopping
LI and Queens, no stopping
And you see Medina Greens, no stopping

You know we, Lyricist Lounge, no stopping
And my man Abstract, no stopping
Cause see we never the wack, no stopping
Don't stop, the body bock, don't stop

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Beware, Brother Beware - Lyrics - Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan - B.B. King

Title: Beware, Brother Beware
Album: Let the Good Times Roll: The Music of Louis Jordan
Artist: B.B. King
Composer(s): Dick Adams, Morry Lasco, Fleecy Moore

Lyric:
Hey, fellas, yes you fellas, listen to me
I got somethin' to tell you
And I want you to listen to every word
And govern yourselves accordingly

Now, you see these girls with these fine diamonds
Fine furs and fine clothes
Well, they're lookin' for a husband
And you're listening to a man who knows
They ain't foolin', and if you fool around with them
You're gonna get yourself a schoolin'

Now listen, if she saves you dough
And won't go to the show, beware
If she's easy to kiss and won't resist
Beware, I said beware
If you go for a walk
And she listens while you talk
She's tryin' to hook you

Ain't nobody lookin' she asks you to taste her cookin'
Don't do it, don't do it
And if you go for a show
And she wants to sit back in the back row
Bring her down front, bring her home down front
If you wanna go for a snack
And she wanna sit in a booth in the back
Beware, brother

And listen, if she's used to caviar and fine silk
And when you go out with her
She want a hot dog and a malted milk
She's trying to get you brother
If you're used to goin' to Carnegie hall

But when you take her out night clubbing
All she wants one meatball
You better take it easy, [Incomprehensible] take it easy
If she grabs your hand and says
"Darling, you?re such a nice man"
Beware, I?m telling you

Should I tell 'em a little more?
Tell 'em a little more? Alright
You better listen to me ?cause
I?m telling you what?s being put down
And you better be [pickin'] up on it

If her sister calls your brother
You better get further
I?m telling you, you gotta watch it
You better get on [down]

And if she?s acting kind of wild, and says
"Darling, give me a trial"
Don?t you do it, don?t be weak, don?t give it to her
And if she smiles in your face
And just melts into place
Let her melt, forget it, let her melt

Should I tell 'em a little more?
Tell 'em everything? Alright

Now listen, if she calls you on the phone, and says
"Darling, are you all alone? "
Tell her, "No, I've got two or three women with me"
Don?t pay no attention to women
Stand up for your right, be a man, be a man
Are you listening? Are you listening?

Put on that [lotto] step and listen to me
If you turn out the lights and she don?t fight
That?s the end, it?s too late now
She?s got you hooked, you might as well stick with her

Should I tell 'em a little more?
Give 'em a little more? Alright

If you get home about two
And don?t know what to do
You pull back the curtains
And the whole family?s looking at you
Get your business straight
Set the date, don?t be late, yeah

Brother, beware, beware, beware
Brother, you better beware

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Five Becomes Four - Lyrics - Paper Walls - Yellowcard

Title: Five Becomes Four
Album: Paper Walls
Artist: Yellowcard
Composer(s): William Key, Pete Mosely, Longineu Iii Parsons, Sean Wellman-Mackin, Ryan Mendez

Lyric:
Needed some time so I could find
A little strength to redefine
What I've become, what I have done
I never asked to be the one

I'm riding it out
This storm that you brought in
Bringing it down only around
For you I'd go again

It's got to be easy to see
What everyone takes out of me
Knocking me down, dragging me out
How did you end up in that crowd?

Did you run away? Did you fall apart?
Did you see yourself for what you are?
Will you be looking for it anymore
When five becomes four?

When you're all alone with the melody
Do you close your eyes and think of me?
Will you still hear me singing anymore
When five becomes four?

Try and put aside
Your history and pride
Maybe for one moment in time
We'll all be on your side

The story goes, nobody knows
What it was like when you were through
Someone who cared out in the air
Didn't let them crash down anywhere

Did you run away? Did you fall apart?
Did you see yourself for what you are?
Will you be looking for it anymore
When five becomes four?

When you're all alone with the melody
Do you close your eyes and think of me?
Will you still hear me singing anymore
When five becomes four?

Remember the line 'Never say die'
You were the reason I survived
Where did you go? I need to know
I waited here, you never showed

It's gonna be harder for me
I can't forget so many things
When you were down, I was around
Why would you try and hurt me now?

Just tell me why?
Just tell me why?
Did you run away?
Did you run away?
Did you run away?

Did you run away? Did you fall apart?
Did you see yourself for what you are?
Will you be looking for it anymore
When five becomes four?

When you're all alone with the melody
Do you close your eyes and think of me?
Will you'll still hear me singing anymore
When five becomes four?
When five becomes four
When five becomes four

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Mourn You Til I Join You - Lyrics - Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest - Naughty By Nature

Title: Mourn You Til I Join You
Album: Greatest Hits: Naughty's Nicest
Artist: Naughty By Nature
Composer(s): Keir Gist, Vincent Vinnie Brown, Anthony Criss

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Lyric:
It's gonna be alright, you gotta believe dat

Dear God times are changing and the weather got hot
Over the past year a lot of niggas went pop drop
So I thank you for my life and all that I got
I wanna praise you and drop off a message to Pac

I was sittin' here lookin' at your picture my nigga
Puttin' hash with the weed wit a mixture of liquor
We can't kick it you ain't wit us is the shit I can't figure
Nigga I miss ya this thug gonna miss ya till I'm wit cha'

It was 90 on the P.E. tour when we mashed down
Doesn't even seem like 7 years passed
Both rodies now homies out the hood on the scene
You did the Humpty with the u I did the walk wit the queen

Was a dream smokin' and drinkin?
Stealin' backstage passes to hit ho's and coleseums
[Unverified] the flip up make them lift they shit up
Get it the get up lift the trix up and switch up

Think of all the times that I rolled wit mine
Male groupies got dissed and got the hell out of dodge
They was blinded when the good shined through they were on you
Just know I'm gonna mourn you till I join you

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

We was two lil' niggas both skinny and broke
Happy if we scrap pennies for smokes
Tours over we were out yeah and you called with the news
You was over in New York to film this movie called juice

Called you back up you told me pack up
Me and you and stretch could shack up
The thug luv back up the act up
Shock G and Hakeem would call and fuss
'Cause they know we all kicked up dust

You remember when the cabby said daddy wouldn't pick up our race
You beat his ass then you spit in his face
I remember on the set from the trailer feens stole your jewels
And Big Stretch punched him out his shoes

Back then I was taken stashes quick who holdin'
That's when every piece of bud I was rolen was stolen
We would laugh at the jacks over six packs and yacks
Spit the emos over demos thinkin' ladies and lemos

You was a wild motherfucker who could never sit still
Said you wouldn't rest until you saw a mill
Nigga I felt you
We was back an forth borough to projects for forts

Damn I wish they knew how much you loved New York
Shit and can't nobody dis my nigga
Mothafuck that I miss my nigga
I'm a mourn you 'til I join you

You ain't got to worry about how long I'm gonna mourn ya
I'm gonna keep your name on the streets

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

I'm ya true motherfucker thug nation alert
Keep his name on the street 'til ya lay in the dirt
This shit hurts 'cause we went from poor to rich
You're supposed to see a lot more than this

They brought you up locked you up when you did above the rim
They let you out you called us up we came as thugs again
We were here ah ha rapist they shout
Y'all was talkin' shit that y'all didn't know a damn thang 'bout

You was going through your stress while your enemies laughed
Ain't never take no shit and Tupac never took no ass
Fuck the press fuck the world life goes on when you die
Fuck the judge fuck the court and every bitch that lied

A little time ticked by, my ho and I got rocked
My lady waking me up yelling Treach, Pac got shot
Soon as I get there I find Afeni urgin' me
Think I missed my baby, don't leave after surgery

So I'm lookin' in her eyes while they walkin' me through
Thinking Pac hard head what the hell I'm a do
So we kicked it as they stayed and I asked what you need
You say a pound for comin' nigga and a hit of some weed

So I asked you not to go over and over God knows
You done smiled and said nigga help me get on my clothes
So we got over that, you held up got locked
[Unverified] they had you caged when I stopped

Yeah, the chain remains plus you a part of my link
They fucked up by givin' you too much time to think
I remember your release and we met up in L.A.?
At the [unverified] gettin' blazed hand me down with the hay

After that you blew up a made nigga platinum plus
Addicted to drama a soldier with a nation of thugs
Now we in these savage ages
Even yourself predicted that last night in Vegas

I heard gats were brandished, my nigga once again damaged
And a part of his heart right here in Venice
At the same time you was both loved and feared
M.O.B. and fuckin' thug of the year
I'm a mourn you 'til I join you

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
I hope you here me now in God we trust
Even all the prayers can't bring you back to us
I'll mourn you 'til I join you 'cause I'll keep in touch

We'll mourn, that's what we'll do
We'll mourn, 'till we're with you

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God Put A Smile On Your Face - Lyrics - Version - Mark Ronson

Title: God Put A Smile On Your Face
Album: Version
Artist: Mark Ronson
Composer(s): Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion, Chris Martin

Lyric:
Where do we go, nobody knows
I've gotta say I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face

Where do we go to draw the line
I've gotta say, I wasted all your time, oh honey, honey
Where do I go to fall from grace
God put a smile upon your face, yeah

Now when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out, I want it too
Now when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down, when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face, oh yeah

Now when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out, I want it too
Now when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

It's as good as mine
It's as good as mine
It's as good as mine

As good as mine
As good as mine
As good as mine
As good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down, when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face

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God Put A Smile Upon Your Face - Lyrics - A Rush Of Blood To The Head - Coldplay

Title: God Put A Smile Upon Your Face
Album: A Rush Of Blood To The Head
Artist: Coldplay
Composer(s): Guy Berryman, Jon Buckland, Will Champion, Chris Martin

Lyric:
Where do we go, nobody knows
I've gotta say I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face

Where do we go to draw the line
I've gotta say, I wasted all your time, oh honey, honey
Where do I go to fall from grace
God put a smile upon your face, yeah

Now when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out, I want it too
Now when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down, when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face, oh yeah

Now when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out, I want it too
Now when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

It's as good as mine
It's as good as mine
It's as good as mine

As good as mine
As good as mine
As good as mine
As good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down, when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face

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Lights On - Lyrics - Alter Ego - Tyrese

Title: Lights On
Album: Alter Ego
Artist: Tyrese
Composer(s): Patrick Smith, Sam Salter, Christopher Stewart

Lyric:
So I'm on the phone wit this shorty right?
I'm like, baby we about to do this
So why you, why you want the lights on?
So you know, I figured out
(Shorty like it better with the lights on)
That she liked to watch what's goin' down
(Shorty like it better with the lights on)
So I was like aiight, it's somethin' new but, I'm 'bout it, let's go

She got, she got the kind of love that make you wanna
Stand up in the club singin' 'Go shorty'
She got, she got the kinda of drop
Make a **** go out and cop anything that she wanted

She got, she got the heat to light that **** like fire
And if you need a hit, I dare you to trya, trya, trya
Baby girl'll get ya higher higher higher

She'll have ya feelin' like
'Cuz ain't nobody betta at workin' that thang down
And she'll work it out, don't turn the lights out, 'cuz

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

She got, she got the kind of cut that'll keep ya messed up
And you fall up and then slip in
She got, she got the crazy butt that'll have you like what the ****
When they come up missin'

She got, she's got a grip and knows how to use it
And when she got you beat she ain't 'bout to lose it lose it lose it
'Cuz she knows how to move it, move it

I'm feelin' like
'Cuz ain't nobody betta at puttin' the thang down
So don't turn the lights out

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

It really don't take a long
You can stop it once you get it close
It's how you messed up in the back caught up
Trying to take a hold
Next thing you know you're trying to turn the lights out

It really don't take a long
You can stop it once you get it close
It's how you messed up in the back caught up
Trying to take a hold
Next thing you know you're trying to turn the lights out, lights out

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

Shorty like it better with the lights on
Shake a little harder with the lights on
And when she get to feelin' the groove then she get into you
Betcha she'll keep ya comin'

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Beasts From The East - Lyrics - Lost Boyz

Title: Beasts From The East
Artist: Lost Boyz
Composer(s): Germaine Williams, Roosevelt Harrell, Bob James, Terrence Kelly, Reggie Noble

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Lyric:
Yo we come through like balls seem as nigga take two puffs and pass
Nigga watch your back once you talk out your ass
I back up three eighty and my stash for protection
Family is raged the world is acting crazy

I never thought I'd make it it was hectic when I scrambled
On point like a knife I'm taking life as a gamble
Living in the rotten apple yo where every corner is rotten
To all my niggas rest in peace to see you gone but not forgotten

Now my main wife dead as shaded bricks
Official lost boyz since the year of '86
And fuck these crooked niggas I could kill 'em with a passion
At times I feel like slashing in Jamaican queens fashion

You think you can fuck around but kid you're just thinking
It's over when I'm sober imagine when I'm drinking
Without blinking man I'll tear your crew like pages
I'll rip you from the backyard park chances stays it

A plus the lyrically superb one spittin' rhymes
From the top of the tongue to burn ya ear drums
Rotten shit make the opposite team call the time out
Knockin' niggas three times my size out

The crowd loves me so when I ain't around they ask for me
I buckle up to kick rap like a crash dummy
For the fast money I get up in that ass money
The fact you tryin' to test me kinda bugs me

I leave crews fed up like handicap niggas tryin' to get up
Emcees get wet up with lyrical gun pillars
I blow up the spot when it's time to rock
I speak out my voice rocks peak out of one hundred watts

Who wanna cipher I get dumb
Word to my Mother the Father the Holy Ghost and rev run
When the source set it down I'm inner serviced
To cop the kind of verses that average emcees seem to worship

My style is lookin' milking magnesia clutch divide speeding bust
The more the merrier secure the area
My life familiar is ultimate superior
We don't don't jack cars we jack for air craft carriers

I bounce like trampolines when I be blowing the feces to pieces
Hymn 'em like sewing machines and Jesus
When the shadows of the barrel pointing out my point camarro
I get punished like Pharrow for splittin'

You're better off singing Christmas carols for Christmas
Because I'm on point like bow and arrow equipment
The president of chicken head conventions
I give you a deluxe Klu Klux legend

I got a headache from the stress success not wearing a vest
Five eleven for being dirty and quarts of nine thirty
Yo, Mr.Cheeks, I made this bitch call police
She tried swallowing a nine piece
Forgot the warrantee on false teeth

I return like Makaveli on 18 inch Pirelli's
Assault and battery like my palms was ever ready
Sharp as machetes matter of fact I slap for cognac

Canibus brings the sickest drama
Fierce enough to pierce the thickest armor
I smack bitches who try to suck dick through the condom
Playing with the mic is something I wont do

My only concern when I approach you is to roast you
I smoke you and whoever you standing close to
And make every man in your crew deny that he knows you defeating

Niggas like Segal Steven putting emcees in
Positions to prevent them from breathing
I'll make you question any and everything you've ever believed in
By peeping your deepest secrets like psychic readers

What's the matter with y'all I splatter y'all
Against the mutha fuckin' wall with these raw lyrics I catapult
None of y'all got the balls big enough to battle
I go on and on like Erykah Badu



A hundred times nicer than the best is
Twice as African as KRS is who wanna test this
Fuck y'all you don't impress me and no one can test me
An emcee so ill I got aids scared to catch me
All that shit you poppin' will stop when I put you in a headlock
And apply pressure until I crush your mutha fuckin' noggin'

I grab mics and push niggas to the left
So fast their hearts end up on the right side of their chests
My hypothesis is that nobody can see this
Lyrical genius I got it sown like a seamstress

But if you want to battle I'm down
If you got nine lives l'll take eight of them off your hands right now
Step up and get your neck cut from ear to ear
If you survive then you can cover your scar with a beard

I'm the illest from queens to the new Jerusalem briddicks
Anyone who ain't feeling my shidit can suck my didick
You need to quit it, if you ain't spittin'
More than 50 bars per minute 'cause you ain't in lyrical fitness

Kicken boring raps with metaphors thats wack
All of y'all mutha fuckas need nordatrack
To get ya weight up fuckin' with Canibus you get ate up
Beat down and sprayed up just for bringing my name up

Been rockin' longer than niggas twice my age
Back in the days before Bob Marley was rockin' a fade
Before honest abe signed the paper that freed slaves
Before Neanderthals was drawing on walls in caves

I existed, in the garden of Eden gettin' lifted
Stickin' dick to eve before she was Adams mistress
Before Christ created Christmas I been in lyrical fitness
The canibus is spitten till he's spitless

50 bars of total sickness you won't forget this
I'm putten every wack emcee alive on my shit list
Verbally vicious telekenetically gifted
Took you a minute to exhibit that I'm sick wit it

Now you tell me who you think is damaging shit
Going once going twice sold to that nigga name Canibus
Me and Mr.Cheeks a plus and funk doctor
Hopping out the hue helicopter to suey chop ya

Go home in deff squad 907 nigga

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Unit - Baby U Got - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Baby U Got
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): Christopher Lloyde, Curtis James Jackson, David Darnell Brown, Dorsey Wesley

Lyric:
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I want
Baby you got, you got
You got, you got what I need
Now shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up
Girl shake that thang
Shake it, shake it, shake it, shake it up

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

It's somethin' about your style
It's somethin' about your smile
It's somethin' about you making me want you right now
If you don't like me, then don't listen to me
Lord knows I spit that G
That have you coming out your clothes
I'm a professional when I become sexual
You need a chaperone to bring your girlfriend next to you
Don't it sound like phone sex
Kinky when I talk switch the slang

Partner tell that nigga from New York
Shorty, come ride on my roller coaster
Porn star stamina, I try not to damage ya
Unlimited tongue action 'til you're climaxin'
Foreplay, you can have it your way
I follow directions, whoa, your jiggling baby
Back shots have your whole back wiggling crazy
After sipping on Nightrain, that potent pipe game
I have you saying "Slow down baby"

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby it's hard to look and don't touch
Girl the way you strut and dressed in your Von Dutch
I don't know if it's your lips or your hips that got me
Or the way that ass bounce when you move your body
I'm parked outside in the blue Denali
There's room for two, just me and you, if you 'bout it
Ice from Tiffany & Co., Norma Kamali footwear
I spend g's, I'm a G, that's a good look girl

You need a thug that can handle that
One dose'll make you go
And put my name on your back
Whenever you pass through, whatever they ask you
Just tell 'em you my boo
And show 'em your tattoo
Ooh! Don't hurt nobody baby
When you drop to the ground and drive me crazy
I done been around the world, and I finally found ya
Now back that ass up and let me get behind ya

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

Baby you've got a hell of a first impression
Making me wanna ask you a personal question
Like, "Are you flexible?" and "How do you like it?"
Give me a little input, I'm not a psychic
'Cuz you can exit as soon as you get the okay
You got a body like Nicole Ray, hey
I need a drink, I'll be right back
But before I go, do that little dance
Yeah, just like that

It's late, I have to score
"This blue drink tastes good, don't it?"
"Sure it does, now have some more"
I'm deep, but she got her ladies with her
So bring 'em, I'll call ya a babysitter
So we can hit the hotel, motel, Holiday Inn
I'm contemplatin' how my time's spent
'Cuz I'm bent, and I'm as hard as a brick, love
You move like you work in a strip club

(Baby you got)
Hips that hypnotize
When you walk I can't help
But watch you shake
I love the way you shake
(Baby you got)
Hips that make a nigga fantasize
I could spend a day lost in your eyes

(Baby you got)
Some kind of control on me
Feels like you got a hold on me
(Baby you got)
My imagination running wild
Infatuated with your physical
Damn, I like your style

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Bop Gun (One Nation) - Lyrics - Lethal Injection - Ice Cube

Title: Bop Gun (One Nation)
Album: Lethal Injection
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): George Jr Clinton, Walter Morrison, Garry M Shider

Lyric:
So, wide you can't get around it
So, low you can't get under it
So, high you can't get over it
I, can't get over it

Ready or not, here we come
Getting down for the one which we believe in

1993, much more bounce
Ice cube comin' with the half ounce
Not just knee deep, jeep fulla smog
Atomic dog
Like ya behind, heard it through the grapevine
How much longer will you be mine?
And I'ma tell ya, I don't like drama
So do I have to put my handcuffs on your mama
'Cause Bertha Butt did her damn boogie with her crew

But I'd rather boo you
And make you say humdrum, tweedee dum
Humdrum don't succumb when I'm done, buckin' hits
One nation under a groove gettin' down for the funk of it
Tear the roof of this mother like we did last night, son
And hit you with the bop gun

Here's my chance to dance my way
Out of my constriction
Gonna be freakin' up and down
Hang up really late
With the groove I only got
We shall all be moved

Ready or not, here we come
Gettin' down for the one which we believe in
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

If you hear any noise, it's just me and the boys
Playin' with our toys
M-1, 'cuz everybody's gotta have fun
Under the sun, under the sun
So rough, so tough when I get down
The disco fiend with the monster sound
I wants to get funked up when I'm chillin', whoa
The bigger the headache, the bigger the pill in

You let her funk me 'cause my funk is the best
Comin' from the west

Kickin' that hits be occupied
Dedicated to the preservation motion of hips
Hittin' them dips, CD skips but I'm straight
As I bounce, rock, skate, now I'll toast to that
If it's rough, make the girls say, "Do that stuff! aw, do that stuff!"
But ya got to be, you got to be a freak of the week
For the top gun, hit you with the bop gun

One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

Do not attempt to adjust your radio
There ain't nothin' wrong, so hit the bong
Waitin' on the double dutch bus for a ride
As the buffalo go round the outside
Put a glide in your stride and a dip in your hip
Got daytons on the mothership
And you can ring my bell if you need me to pass
The dutchie on the left hand side for the sale

'Cuz nobody knows where the nose goes when the doors close
Dog chow got the hoes
Lookin' for the theme from the black hole
May I'll big bang you with my black pole
So, flashlight, red light, we don't like cops on the bike
Just made bail, tonight
So whatcha gonna do when you get outta jail?
I'm gonna have some fun with the bop gun

Ready or not, here we come
Getting down on the one which we believe in

One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now
One nation under a groove
Gettin' down just for the funk of it
One nation and we're on the move
Nothin' can stop us now

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Hey Look Me Over - Lyrics - Jerry Vale

Title: Hey Look Me Over
Artist: Jerry Vale
Composer(s): Carolyn Leigh, Cy Coleman

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Lyric:
Hey look me over, lend me an ear
Fresh out of clover, mortgaged up to here
Don't pass the plate folks, don't pass the cup
I figure whenever you're down and out, the only way is up

And I'll be up like a rose bud, high on the vine
Don't thumb your nose folks, take a tip from mine
I'm a little bit short of the elbow room but let me get me some
And look out world, here I come

Nobody in the world was ever without a prayer
How can you win the world if nobody knows you're there
Kid when you need the crowd the tickets are hard to sell
Still you can win the crowd if you can get up and yo yo

Hey look me over, lend me an ear
Fresh out of clover, mortgaged up to here
Don't pass the plate folks, don't pass the cup
I figure whenever you're down and out, the only way is up

Up like a rose bud high on the vine
Don't thumb your nose folks, take a tip from mine
I'm a little bit short of the elbow room but let me get me some
And look out world, hear me shout world
Hey look out world, here I come

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