Do The Bus A Bus - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Do The Bus A Bus
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Jimmy Spicer, L Smith, R Simmons, George Spivey, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Uhh
Yo bus a bus
(Yeah)
Yo bus a bus
(C'mon, c'mon)
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Flip mode motherfucker, flip mode y'all)

Yo bus a bus
(Uhh, yeah yi yeah yea)
Yo bus a bus
(Ka c'mon, ki c'mon)
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Yeah yeah yeah, yeah yi yeah yea)

Floss time, Busta Rhymes shine on every primetime
Mastermind gettin' this paper now cross the fine line
Money plenty sippin' gently with the Bentley
My Bentley runneth over empty what gifts you sent me

Then you broke the last rule, frontin' like we was mad cool
You damn fool, come around frontin' wearin' your man's jewels
Play the part, they want me to start shit
Get on your mark quick and target, corner the market

Peep how we're movin' this, keep improvin' this
See you in this because you love the way me and my crew be doin' this
Have a ball, I'm not mad at ch'all, where the alcohol
I ain't messin' with you at all, girl your ass too small

Cop the hot shit, write it off while you bite it off
And try to fight it off, you're forgot you wack and your light is off
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Ay yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo all and together now)

Turn it off, turn back me on go get your mack on
And keep the track goin' and latch on hope you can catch on
Follow the beat you sweet bitches and get your dance on
Tipsy off a little cristi' a little dom

Barbeque back at the mansion, feel like a champion
Collapse on, my thing orthopedic to rest your back on
Nowadays flip mode money be runnin' mad north
Fuck around, dig in my treasure, feel my forty-five long

Ride through, about to slide through, I'm right beside you
Mind you, my system be bangin', adjust my EQ
Peek a boo, we not seekin' you, focus on being you
There's only one of me, 'cause you copy, there might be three of you

Classic and so essential, we monumental
Powerful, we predisential, we bomb your mental
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(Hey c'mon, let's keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, let's keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like just what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Hit me off, you speak an' spell and freak it well
So no need to dwell, check in the mirror, my pockets swell
Shit sound so intermediate, my ingredient
Is to immediately rep for everyone you see me with

You little eedyot, I exile you and your X file
You and your next trial, and demolish your little Rap style
Black child, I'm takin' offensive, we too impressive
To the naked eye, the way we floss sure be expensive

Ooh! Run up the fader, ain't nuttin' greater
Still a little hater be gettin' paper go meet your maker
Undertaker now go shake whatcha momma gave ya
Shake a shake a now we trippin' the circuit breaker

Model up and swallow up and turn the throttle up
Break the bottle up in the hip with the greatest follow up
Bite the dust, you like to fuss, look right at us
I know you like to cuss, who could you trust to bring the rush?
Now do the

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(A c'mon, just keep it movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo all and together now)

Yo bus a bus
(Yeah, a yeah keep movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like, what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, aiyyo yo yo yo yo yo)

Yo bus a bus
(C'mon, keep movin')
Yo bus a bus
(Oh yeah I like it what you doin')
Yo bus a bus
(Uhh)
Rockin' to the beat
(Aiyyo, yo yo yo yo all and together now)

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Bus Driver - Lyrics - Intimate Portrait - Caedmons Call

Title: Bus Driver
Album: Intimate Portrait
Artist: Caedmons Call
Composer(s): Derek Webb

Lyric:
I am a bus driver and it's four in the morning
And I'm pressing out my clothes beside my bed
Fourteen years been on the job and with many miles behind
Still I'm up at three thirty to make sure I'm there on time

And my car gets me along just fin, to and from the station
But my castle is this Houston Metro Bus
My first stop is Ash bury and that sign's been gone for years
But same the people wait 'cause they know that I'll be there

What would you say if I told you that I won't be by today?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know?

Well, I'm always there by five fifteen but lately I've been early
'Cause Judith likes to be in early to the bank
And she gives me conversation and a token good for riding
Says she's happy all alone

And then there's Charles in retail sales and I hope they pay him well
for the work that young man does
'Cause I've never seen the inside of a custom refrigerator
But I know that he's the first and last one there

What would you say if I told you that, "I won't be by today"?
Would you say that I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know, well and what do I know

And I wonder what they do all day and their respective works
Suppose they give money and take money away
And I'm just orbiting this town with the post office, my son
And I'm circling again

And I wonder how this world would be
Well if I was never here to drive this bus around from Ash bury to Main
I guess this town would be the same but with one bus' less exhaust
But that bank and retail stores, they just wouldn't be the same

And what can I see from the limited confines of my bus driving seat?
Only me and

I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know
I'm just a bus driver, well and what do I know

I'm just a bus driver, well they don't believe that
I'm just a bus driver, well they don't believe that
I'm just a bus driver, I say, "Don't believe that"
We're all just bus drivers and it's time to go home

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Lazy Line Painter Jane - Lyrics - Push Barman to Open Old Wounds - Belle And Sebastian

Title: Lazy Line Painter Jane
Album: Push Barman to Open Old Wounds
Artist: Belle And Sebastian
Composer(s): Richard William Colburn, Christopher Thoma Geddes, Stephen Jackson, Stephen Thomas Jackson, Sarah Martin, Stuart Lee Murdoch, Isobel Campbell, Monica Queen, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Sarah Ann Martin, Stuart Murdoch

Lyric:
Working the village shop, putting a poster up
Dreaming of anything, dreaming of the time
When you are free from all the trouble you're in

In the mud, on your knees, trying hard not to please
Anyone, all the time, being a rebel's fine
But you go all the way to being brutal

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the first bus out of town
On the first bus out of town

So let's see your kit for games, all the girls look the same
You are challenging style for running miles
You're running miles in some boys jumper

Boo to the business world, you know a girl who's
Tax free on her back and making plenty cash
You are working for the joy of giving

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a girl tonight
And you hope that they will see
And you hope that they will see

You are in two minds, tossing a coin
To decide whether you should tell your folks
About a dose of thrush you got when licking railings

But you read in a book that you got free in Boots
There are lotions, there are potions
You can take to hide your shame from all those prying eyes

Lazy Jane, all the time, painting lines
You are sleeping at bus stops wondering how you got
Your name and what you're going to do about it

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
Maybe you will have a girl tonight
On the last bus out of town
On the last bus out of town

You will have a boy tonight
You will have a boy tonight
And you hope that they will see
And you hope that they will see

You will have a boy tonight
Maybe you will have a girl tonight
And you hope that they will see
Yeah, you hope that they will see

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Mission From Hank - Lyrics - Aaron Tippin

Title: Mission From Hank
Artist: Aaron Tippin
Composer(s): Thom Schuyler, Don Schlitz

Lyric:
There was a brand new stranger at the old bus station
He said, "Music City is my destination"
He said, "The whole wide world's gonna sing my song
And you can take that to the bank"

Because I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission from Hank

He got a furnished room and a job at the market
He kept a little notebook in his back pocket
And every time you'd see him he was writing a song
And he would never leave one page blank

He'd say, I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission from Hank

He sang when no one would listen
So he sang until they hung on every word

Yeah but then one day his phone started ringing
They said, "We want you and the songs you've been singing"
And the kid said, "Fine, just give me some time
To talk to my patron saint"

You see, I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission from Hank

That night as he laid in the darkness
Ol' Luke the drifter came to him and said

"Oh now here's your chance boy, go on and take it
You sing from the heart and you're gonna make it
But if anybody tries to change you
Into something that you ain't"

"You tell I'm, I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission from Hank"

Yes sir I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission
I'm on a mission from Hank

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A Bible And A Bus Ticket Home - Lyrics - Collin Raye

Title: A Bible And A Bus Ticket Home
Artist: Collin Raye
Composer(s): James Dean Hicks, Craig Wiseman

Lyric:
Mamma's tears fell so easy
Daddy's handshake was strong
Then I climbed aboard that greyhound
Eighteen and glad to be gone

Took a rented room on Broadway
And as I unpacked everything I owed
I found a note my mamma left me
With a Bible and a bus ticket home

It said, 'One will get you where you're going
When you haven't got a prayer
And one will bring you back son
If your dreams ain't waiting there'

'You're out on your own now
We won't be there to fall back on
But you know we're never farther
Than a Bible and a bus ticket home'

The years have come and gone and taken
The only things in life I ever counted on
But I'm going back tomorrow
To lay flowers on their stone

I can almost hear my mamma calling
Saying, 'Son come back where you belong
You've got all you need to get here
A Bible and a bus ticket home'

It said, 'One will get you where you're going
When you haven't got a prayer
And one can bring you back son
If your dreams ain't waiting there'

'You're out on your own now
We won't be there to fall back on
But you know we're never farther
Than a Bible and a bus ticket home
Boy you know we're never farther
Than a Bible and a bus ticket home'

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Daydream - Lyrics - Before Dark

Title: Daydream
Artist: Before Dark
Composer(s): Gregory Gerard Curtis

Lyric:
All I do is think about you and me
Talking on the phone till the quarter to 3
Walking in the park on a Saturday
Catch the bus back
'Cause we walked too far away

All I do is think about the way you kiss
When I'm all alone, it's you that I miss
That's when I realize
That I'm caught up in a daydream, daydream

Early morning, baby
Got you on my mind like crazy
Feeling good but I couldn't sleep
And the night before I couldn't even eat
I can't compete

With the spell you put on me
All my thoughts are running wild
But it's like that when you fall in love

All I do is think about you and me
Talking on the phone till the quarter to 3
Walking in the park on a Saturday
Catch the bus back
'Cause we walked too far away

All I do is think about the way you kiss
When I'm all alone, it's you that I miss
That's when I realize
That I'm caught up in a daydream, daydream

I can't stop thinking of you
Tell me what's a girl to do, yeah
You on my mind, not all the time
It's really true that love is blind

'Cause I can't see nothing
But you lovin' me
Daydream, daydreamin'
Daydreamin', daydreamin'

All I do is think about you and me
Talking on the phone till the quarter to 3
Walking in the park on a Saturday
Catch the bus back
'Cause we walked too far away

All I do is think about the way you kiss
When I'm all alone, it's you that I miss
That's when I realize
That I'm caught up in a daydream, daydream

All I do is think about you and me
Talking on the phone till the quarter to 3
Walking in the park on a Saturday
Catch the bus back
'Cause we walked too far away

All I do is think about the way you kiss
When I'm all alone, it's you that I miss
That's when I realize
That I'm caught up in a daydream, daydream

All I do is think about you and me
Talking on the phone till the quarter to 3
Walking in the park on a Saturday
Catch the bus back
'Cause we walked too far away

All I do is think about the way you kiss
When I'm all alone, it's you that I miss
That's when I realize
That I'm caught up in a daydream, daydream

You and me
Saturday, catch the bus back far away
The way you kiss
When I'm all alone it's you that I miss

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Homicide - Lyrics - Kid Frost

Title: Homicide
Artist: Kid Frost
Composer(s): Antonio Gonzalez, Arturo R Jr M0lina

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Lyric:
This is a dramatization, the names have been changed
To protect the innocent ones not involved in the stories
I'm about to tell, so listen up and listen up well
Here are the true accounts and incidents and still to me
It makes no sense, ignorance is a major role but here's a fact
I feel you can ignore no more

Homicide on the murder scene another frustrated gang
Related senseless slaying victim, a young product of the project system
The sad fact is nobody's gonna miss him, true, a few may stand
In disbelief but the majority will sigh a relief, because of the fact

He was a menace to society and gang violence was his first priority
So, now you take a look to see what this abouta someone quicka
With the trigga, straight cold shot him, dead in a puddle of blood he lay
Another typical day in the streets of L.A.

Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide and just for trying to act brave, tryin' to be a hero
Sent you to a early grave, the violent death, it took place at around six
And eyewitnesses say that it went like this, "There was this lady
Who was chillin' in a alley, positive I.D. included that
Her name was Sally", Sally had just got off the bus from a job

When she met three young thugs who decided to rob
A man heard the screams comin' from her mouth
Ran down the deserted alley just to check it out
And when he came across the scene, he knew what was happenin'
But by then it was too late, the thugs started blastin'

Now, asked in this situation, exactly what would you do?
If you heard someone screaming, would you go to the rescue?
My man, he tried, that's how he died, he was shot
Right between the eyes, tryin' to do a good deed, shoot
That could've been me, I'm glad I'm not the one
Who must explain this to his family

Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Break it down

Homicide, it's also know as manslaughter
It can be a father, mother, son, or daughter
It can happen at anyplace, at anytime
It can happen as I'm runnin' down this rhyme
First degree murder, blood flows red

One day you're alive, the next day, you're dead
Nobody seen nothin', the suspect fled
Shot on the spot with a bullet to the head
As soon as it happened, everybody broke

Nobody seen nothin', and of course nobody spoke
Bein' questioned, it doesn't pay to rat-a-tat-tat
For if you rat, you might too get the gat
And get added to the list of those who fatally died
In the statistics, that's known as homicide

Homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
Ho, homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

Ho, homicide
Homicide on the murder scene
On the murder scene, on the murder scene

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Backseat Of A Greyhound Bus - Lyrics - Restless - Sara Evans

Title: Backseat Of A Greyhound Bus
Album: Restless
Artist: Sara Evans
Composer(s): Aimee Mayo, Troy Verges, Chris Lindsey, Hillary Lindsey

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Lyric:
She wore a dress with cherries on it
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted
A town this small all they do is talk

No wedding ring chipped fingernail polish
She always wished that she could go to college
But some dreams fade, they just slip away

She started to show
A few months ago and she had to go
That's how she wound up

On the backseat of a Greyhound bus
Head on down with the windows up
Staring at the rest of her life

She never thought this would be the place
Where she would find her saving grace
But she fell in love, she fell in love
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus
Oh yeah, yeah

The moon was full, the stars where smiling
God has a funny sense of timing
The baby came on the Interstate

Somewhere between Jackson and Memphis
She finally found what she had been missin'
She cried and laughed while the red lights flashed

Sweet baby girl
She looked into the face of a new
The face of a brand new world

On the backseat of a Greyhound bus
Heart so full that it could burst
Staring at the rest of her life

She never thought this would be the place
Where she would find her saving grace
But she fell in love, she fell in love
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus
Oh yeah, yeah

Sweet baby girl
She found a brand new world

On the backseat of a Greyhound bus
Heart so full that it could burst
Staring at the rest of her life

She never thought this would be the place
Where she would find her saving grace
But she fell in love, she fell in love
On the backseat of a Greyhound bus

She wore a dress with cherries on it
Goin' somewhere where she'd be wanted
Hey, yeah

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Imperial - Lyrics - Rah Digga

Title: Imperial
Artist: Rah Digga
Composer(s): Rashia Tashan Fisher, Horace Headley, Headley George Bennett, Huford Brown, Donat Roy Jackie Mittoo, Fitzroy Ogilvie Simpson, Lloyd Anthony Ferguson, Robert Lyn, Leroy Anthony Sibblies, Trevor Smith

Lyric:
Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
Blow

It be's the little mama, lip gloss and eyeliner
The only shit poppin' like White Castle or the Donna
Rah Digga make the joints that the DJ's blast
Ghetto diva in the Source with the 3 page ad

Watch as the hood rat messiah climb swiftly
Labels scarred to death to let their artist bomb with me
'Cause you can send your thuggest MC and watch me son 'em
The ruggedest bitch, don't even rhyme about gunnin'

Got joints circulating like them old karate flicks
Buncha Rah Digga shirts on some big body chicks
Throw my shit in your hoopty or your luxury trucks
And make the quickest turn around like 'dro for 20 bucks

And I'll still be the greatest if this rap shit fail me
Back to jackin' bootleg flicks from out the deli
Livin' off the interest
Sippin' on Tequila with my logo on the side
Of fuckin' 18 wheelers

Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
Blow

Ay yo yo yo
Raze and dazzle niggas like y'all
Spread niggas like you and dismantle niggas like y'all
I got the thing that'll majorly handle niggas like y'all
Fight y'all, bust a semi and cancel niggas like y'all

I know some joke niggas who love to hassle niggas like y'all
Talk, and fix and simply dance on niggas like y'all
Trample niggas like y'all
Make examples outta niggas like y'all
Grit their teeth and cock the hammer up inside the dance hall

Thugs, here's another sample for niggas like ya'll
Or for the ones who pass and light a Roman candle for niggas like y'all
Fight for niggas like y'all
Grad the mic from motherfuckers like y'all
Blow the spot in the night for all my niggas like y'all

My get high niggas, I blaze for niggas like y'all
Stink the spot up with 'dro now spray the fuckin' Lysol
You know we be the ultimate
We fuckin' with some other shit
And when we hit y'all
Yes, we sit and watch ya'll niggas ride the dick

Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
Blow

Aiyo, clap and slap up a nigga for talkin' lotsa wack shit
While I roll around with the Harriet Thugman of this rap shit
Black chick with intellect, who wanna match wits?
Write my own rhymes so can't no nigga tell me jack shit

Master shit, Flipmode exclusive across the map and shit
Presenting the first lady of the squad so give me dap and shit
Sayin' peace when you see me, play the role like Ally Sheedy
And I ain't gon' join ya cipher if the weed's too seedy

Yo, make sure you see what we doing now, put on your binoculars
Then I gas ya like a paid latino down at Banco Popular
Rah Digga underground and gon' always blow the spot for ya
Longest runnin' shit since the phantom of the opera

Bus-a-Bus, going down as one of the greatest spoken philosophers
Holding a 12-shot semi with a little red dot for ya
First and only female unmatched by anyone
Rip it from old school to the next millenium

Flipmode the Imperial
You know you love it when you hear us on the radio
Go cop the joint and play the shit up in your stereo
Or in the streets up in your Jeeps or in the disco
And if you want the fly shit, my nigga here we go

You know it's Digga lookin' pretty in the video
With Bus-a-Bus up in the cut but you don't hear me though
Just when you think we done we hit y'all we got plenty mo'
Blow

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40 - The Story - Lyrics - Tha Hall of Game - E

Title: 40 - The Story
Album: Tha Hall of Game
Artist: E
Composer(s): R Rubin, Hutchins J Simmons, L Smith, A Horovitz, E Galloway, Earl Stevens, Femi Ojetunde, D Mcdaniel, Mike Mosley

Lyric:
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

I think it goes, ya live by the dirt, ya die by the shovel
You can repent and come with God or you can know a Devil
You can go and get a job or you can do some federal
But if I were you, I'd straighten up and do some next level

I often tweak when I drives
How can a small town like Vallejo have all these homicides?
Man, fools be droppin' like flies
Maybe we do need mo' brothers sellin' bean pies

And it's a fool 'cuz everybody mama's know each other
It ain't cool, but you know black folks like to act they color
Wonder why all the good people get put through some many
Different changes of the weather and all those folks that do wrong
Seem like they live forever

I wish I can rewind time, remember when we used to get
Free lunch and the city bus used to cost a dime?
Runnin' around, talkin' about you got the cooties
Liftin' up skirts, and touchin' girl's booties

Boy, take those shoes off before ya come up in dis house and
Whatever you do, don't you sit on Grand Mama's plastic covered couch
Why's it that when all the homeys get together, we get back in the days
And how come every time we get drunk somebody bring up AIDS

Life is something you can?t borrow and give back
Here today and gone tomorrow
Just like that

Pat yo rats on yo back , patch your rats on your back
Take some time out yo waltz , take some time out yo waltz
And tell your loved ones that you love 'em every so often

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Fetti is the key to end all your woes
Contemporary crib, cash, cars and clothes
But fetti 'cuz problems like guns and spears
Familys fall out and don't talk for years

Like my cromey, like my cromey
They called him big bread Ed
His first cousin set him up and left his ass for dead

Churches, wakes, nothing unusual, seem like every other
Damn day I'm buyin' a brand new suit for a funeral
Have yo pockets ever lost weight, and you ain't even tried
Did you wonder if yo cash was on a diet

See, when you're up, everybody wanna come around
But when ya down, ain't nobody out there to be found
If you love someone you should tell 'em often
Ya never know when they'll be layin' in a coffin

Dedicated to my peoples up in jail
Ya partner 40-Wada gotta story to tell, a story to tell

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

You can take da ninja out da ghetto, the ghetto
But not the ghetto out da ninja, give me life for 3 rocks
But I won't surrender, oh, he's a heathen, heathen
Look at the way he dress, he must be dealin', dealin'
How did he get that Lex?

Of course, if it ain't used get spokes, it's crime and coast
It's all dey work, shootin' shit up and actin' tough, ridin' around
With gold an' stuff, it's rough, how much money you earn, enough
I own my own law firm

Don't need a tux, I tweaks pea coats and khakis
Khakis, Levis and T-shirts
Levis and T-shirts, whatever the street's works
Street's works, partner
Dude, you been actin' kinda funny lately since you even
Got a few bucks
But I'm still folks, Wilson Park
Member three flies up

And this goes on, again and again
Dis goes on, again and again
Ain't nothin' changed but the territory, territory
Same time, different day, different story

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again

Here's a little story I got to tell
And this dis goes on, again and again
Here's a little story I got to tell

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If The Papes Come - Lyrics - A Tribe Called Quest

Title: If The Papes Come
Artist: A Tribe Called Quest
Composer(s): Lou Donaldson, J Davis, P Hall, A Shaheed

Lyric:
Uh
The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away
But not Hip-Hop yo, hahah
And let it be known, that we are on some umm
Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
Ehh ahh, uhh, a-chicka-uhh
And this ain't on the pop tip yo
Are y'all kids tucked in?
Yeah
Here we go

People in the audience, they cry out hoe
People with a gun, yo they'll cry out bo
I don't like a cop, I don't sell a rock
But still the kanga's clock me, after a show
Standin' on the stage and we're pourin' with sweat
To people in the crowd I give what they get
Papers make paid, babies make laid
I don't really worry, nor do I fret

Waitin' for the gimme and boy I got some
Sweat like a peach and tart like a plum
I thought what I think, I rock a bead-link
Legally I'll sip when I turn, twenty-one
A letter to the homeboy that freaked the head dome
The R man wants me to drop my microphone
Gotta be brief, no orders from a chief
Hot butter on what, say what, the popcorn

On the tour bus we hit the truck stop
A dollar for some chips, a quarter for some pop
We laugh and giggle some
Phife kiss the honey buns
Ali Shaheed Muhammad keeps talkin' that shop
The brothers cruise on as we Quest, for the check
Callin' up Famous to see, if it's there yet

Not a bourgeoise, hate the seminar
Ignorant flip, hey Miss you must jet
Flex for the funkiest but start to bounce
Measure Hip-Hop for weight, by the ounce
Bush on the tush, you're pullin' while I push
Play me for the punk then puss, feel the pounce

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak freak y'all
Keep on

If the papes come yo yo I won't riff
I just sit down and get, me a spliff
With mines I was born, a child of the corn
Molecules of the land they uplift
Levels is straight, in fact they're rectified
Adrenaline now is crazy multiplied
Four and four is eight, the fraction makes the plate
I make sure the Tribe is in

With the quickness you bare the witness
Flexin' and pumpin' with the fitness
Movin' it, uhh, doin' it uhh
Those who oppose must hit the S-list

Doin' it and doin' it with the whole frame
Look what's in the mind and not, in the brain
On this you can quote, we on a diffy note
Quest for the future, 'stead of the fame
One ninety-one brothers grabbin' they thingies
Forgot the name oh, equivalent to Jimmy

Slip a little bit, you think I have to quit
Ali Shaheed Muhammad, with the singy-singy
Slammin' with a slammy you front, on the case
Right or left nut Ali, plays the ace
Do what you do, flam for a crew
Bonita Applebum blows smoke in Sha's face

Slang for the king you must, if ya have
Dribble hops out giggle yo proper term is laugh
Brothers who are snakes, I label them as fakes
Instincts to travel up the hood path, c'mon

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak, freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on

It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak, freak y'all
Keep on
It's like that y'all
Keep on
Freak, freak y'all
Keep on

{Thank you
As you all know, you just can't believe
Everything you see and hear, can you?
Now if you will excuse me
I must be on my way}

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Bus To Baton Rouge - Lyrics - Live at the Fillmore - Lucinda Williams

Title: Bus To Baton Rouge
Album: Live at the Fillmore
Artist: Lucinda Williams
Composer(s): Lucinda Williams

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Lyric:
I had to go back to that house one more time
To see if camellias were in bloom
For so many reasons it's been on my mind
The house on Belmont Avenue

Built up on cinder blocks off of the ground
What with the rain and the soft swampy land
By the sweet honeysuckle that grew all around
Were switches when we were bad

I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge

All the front rooms were kept closed off
I never liked to go in there much
Sometimes the doors they'd be locked
'Cause there were precious things that I couldn't touch

Company couch covered in plastic
Books about being saved
The dining room table nobody ate at
The piano nobody played

I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge

There was this beautiful lamp I always loved
A seashore was painted on the shade
It would turn around when you switched on the bulb
And gently rock the waves

The driveway was covered with tiny white seashells
A fig tree stood in the backyard
There are other things I remember, as well
But to tell them would be just too hard

Ghosts in the wind that blow through my life
Follow me wherever I go
I'll never be free from these chains inside
Hidden deep down in my soul

I took a bus to Baton Rouge
I took a bus to Baton Rouge
Yeah, I took a bus to Baton Rouge

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Do It Now - Lyrics - Black On Both Sides - Mos Def

Title: Do It Now
Album: Black On Both Sides
Artist: Mos Def
Composer(s): A Dillon, Dante Smith, Trevor Smith

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Lyric:
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Back up, back up, back up, back up
Ease off, this goes out to all area crew
(Yes, yes)

To my BK crew
(Ooh, ooh, wee)
To my QB crew, my LI crew
My Shaolin crew

My Dirty South crew
(What cha'll niggaz about the Dirty South?)
Atlanta, North Cakalak'
For all my fam, all area crew
(Aow)
Yeah, mon

Yes, the first cut should be the deepest
To penetrate beyond the muscle wall's inner regions
First you was icin' me, connect with the starin' at the speakers
Heard the rhyme, head high, what ya starin' at ya sneakers

You shy now, got a lot of things on your mind now
You don't feel fly now, you huntin' the exit sign down
Fuck what you heard, 'cause I snatch the grapevine down
(Yeah, yeah)
Don't understand how I ran the line down, rewind now

Yo, we be the most magnetic, so athletic
Leave your peeps on the side so they can
Watch you and your mans get it

Take the arch rivalry stance up on the podium
And give the flavor to niggaz, but keep it low on sodium
Posess shit that got you wonderin' how we holdin' 'em
Things that'll lay you out like a piece of linoleum

Bring whoever you want
We bout to bug son and bounce
Down to Henry Hudson
After I bust one

Yo, Mos Def
Alright, okay
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatcha want?
I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Bus-a-Bus, what-a-gwan?
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatchu want?
I wanna do it to death, whattup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Hay dios mio, me and Bustarimo es peligro
The hottest negroes en Los Estados Unidos
Hotter than Reno when discovered by Bugsy Siegal
I'm black like Don Cheadle, shoutin' power to the people

My rhymes dipping like the lifeline on the e-boat
The raw sugar cane, NutraSweet, never Equal
If you in a Benzito or your mother's Buick Regal
I get up like Chino shoutin' power to the people

Yo, me and the Mighty Mos shine like a light post
Live nigga shit be straight fuckin' up the white folks
That's why they with it now, because niggaz like me and you
We did it now, brought it to that level so they get it now

We graduated, saturated the game now
Infatuated with the fame, now let me explain how
We doin' this, at any time or any place ready willin' and able
Let's get the dough secure the food on the table

Ay, Mos Def
Oh my God
How you feel?
I'm feelin' great
Whatcha want?
Wanna do it to death, whassup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Bus-a-Bus, rhymes galore
What the deal?
Feelin' great
Whatchu want?
Wanna do it to death, whattup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

From east, west, north and south, I got joints for all of those
Heavy aquatic water flows, keep them on they toes
Tell them thugs that wanna be CEO's to be derobed
'Fore I wear your little dumb ass out like Easter clothes

Yo, yo, yo, yo, yo
It's like a freak show, soon as my heat blow
Sometime I speak slow so people understand my street flow
And while we keep it hot, we got the most shine up in
This whole shit, me and Mos spit and blow the show quick

Watch owt, your pussy sound get bucked Souf
Mos 'n Bussa Rhymes too bad man-a-shutout
Watch owt, give a damn whut fancy car ya hop owt
Shut down your game like da NBA lockout

Ya betta watch owt, I'm 'bout to black on niggaz
Like I'm blowin' on a sax, blowin' my gats on niggaz
Blowin' my raps on niggaz, now let me mash out
We fatter than the biggest ass chicks pokin', they ass out

Hey, Mos Def
Magnetism
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatcha want?
I wan' do it to death, whassup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

Bus-a-Bus, woo, hah
How you feel?
Feelin' great
Whatchu want?
I wanna do it to death, whattup wit you?

You know my steez
True indeed
Say it loud
Black and proud
Ain't no time to hesitate at the gate
Do it now

What, what, we got to do it, do it
We got to do it, do it, make me do it, do it
What, what, what, what, we got to do it, do it
Make me do it, do it
Do it, do it, do it now

What, what, we got to do it, do it
Do we do it, do it, do it, ah, do it now
What, what, we got to do it, do it
Got to do it, do it
Do it now, aow

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Tings An' Times - Lyrics - Linton Kwesi Johnson

Title: Tings An' Times
Artist: Linton Kwesi Johnson
Composer(s): Linton Kwesi Johnson

Lyric:
Duped, doped
Demoralized
Dizzied, dozed
Traumatized

Blinded by resplendent lite of love
Dazzled by di firmament of freedom
Im couldn deteck deceit
All wen it kick im in im teet

Im couldn cry khorupshon
An believe inna man
Im nevvah know bout cleek
Im did umble an meek

Im nevvah know intrigue
Im nevvah inna dat deh league
Im nevvah andahstan
Dat on di road to sawshalism

Yu could buck-up nepotism
Im wife dangerous
Im bredda tretchero
An im kozn very vicious

Duped, doped
Demoralized
Dizzied, dozed
Traumatized

Now like a fragile fragment af lite
Trapped inna di belly a di daak nite
Like a bline man stuicified an dazed
Last an alone in a mystical maze

Fi days, upan days
Upan days, upan days
Watch I'm driffin craus di oweshan of life
Widoutn ruddah nar hankah nar sail

Fi days, upan days
Upan days, upan days
Cail im flumm af di tides a di times
If yu like bus inna di labyrinth af ife, if yu like

Duped, doped
Demoralized
Dizzied, dozed
Dozed penalized

Ship wreek gense di sons of di tides a ch times
Meditorim pan di bud ale days
Face doun pan di gleumin sea shore
Not soh certn not soh sure like before

Di salt a di sea pan di son inno im eye
An im would qi R houk if am could cry
Di soun of di surge of di sec
Harmonize wid di swonnin bamboo trees

An im brains jus a fick all kine a touts now inno ir
Like dem despalfirote days of defiance
Wen young rebels did a fite gense oppreshon
Won young rebels did a fling flowbom

Won dem march wid dem honnolas raised
Chuntn freedom chonfin justike chonfin bled on fich
Wen nuff crucial mail dicl a blaze
Tekkn di struggle to a higholb stage

Doped, demoralized
Dizzied, dozed
Porolized now wos bup
Wenp, mosh-up im mise-up
Kotch-up on sit up

Wid im hen pun im low, on im bed a heng doun
A konsideh ow young mbels get ole ow
Some sell dem soul some get lef out in di cole
Some get elevate some get depreciate

Some fun miggle clans some a gamble race hams
Some a try fi live clean some get vicious on mean
Some plaque wid dout some still a R# it out
Won on two a fife di struggle in dem bed

Lead di lecdohless inno dem bed
Win di revolueshon in dem bed
Oil a fun prime ministch in dem bed

Duped, doped
Demoralized
Dizzied, dozed
Traumatized

Now im wombiffin pondobrin konsidolfinn
Posin oil kine a riddle to imself like
Now dot wi come out o, di won foam dern
On timer on fowchune been some c wi fren

Now dot wi got wi council fifint
On wi dis on wi dot
Wi colloh nee vee on oil di mod con
Now dot wi create some space

On nuft a wi own a fickle place
Now dot wi got M mp on wi black ip
Blacks pan di radio, blocks pan fee vee
Wi si on wi load an wi mbe

A figot wi figot or a it dot?
Do wi need onnofidoh muses
Fi neck wi crops di sea
An a gwoon weak cmos oonu free ocou free

As wi entch di twerorfirst century
Or wi long peas dot deh era dot dela stage
On is each an owywon who hoffi rise now
Fi meet di downin of a diffinpont age?

Int woz wandohdn jordalfirm konsidelinn
Wen im hear 9 vice like di win seh
A jus tings on times wandohs on sines
But noh get mystic be realistic

On im hein a nex vice like di sea seh
Sometimes di pugent owedoh of decoy
Signal sch bran new lib defi pan di way

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Extradition - Lyrics - War And Peace Vol. 1 (War) - Ice Cube

Title: Extradition
Album: War And Peace Vol. 1 (War)
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Stephen Anderson, O'Shea Jackson

Lyric:
Dear Mama, if some people came by the house lookin' for me
I'm innocent of anything they say I done
Now I don't know when I'll be able to write you again
But I will be back to California to see you
Your son, Ice-mutherfucking-Cube

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Ghetto destroyer, paranoia, I need a lawyer
This bitch named Netoia, say they lookin' for ya
Got to get the fuck out of here, yeah right
This bitch dimmed the lights, nigga, spend the night

Bust a quick nut, got to fuck up and gat on
'Cos this the same street I got shot on
So God bless Don Polla, double S
I gotta holla 'cos I'm smokin' on double breath

Freakin', niggaz be leakin', information
Got the feds seekin', incarceration
Niggaz say my name popped up, bitch hop up
Nigga close the shop up, they try to stop 'em

My cash flow leave me asshole neck it
'Gone in sixty seconds', burn all records
Nigga gettin' skinny eating dinnies
Count my pennies, only got a bag fulla twenties

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shits bath

It's so hard to get a room without a credit card
It's so hard not to let 'em know where you are
Tried to get a rented car, why'd he laughed when I showed him cash
Had to mash 'fore he called the feds on my ass

Went to Vegas for the weekend, met a hoe down freakin'
Hey bitch, why you sneakin'?
Grabbed the paper out her hand
Am I the man on the front page, same height, same age

Rap gage, put it down the G-way
Got my hostage suckin' sausage on the freeway
She say, "Let's hear the circle K"
Ran inside and made the niggaz all pay

It's like I hit the Lotto outside Colorado
Brought it there for his wallet and my bottle
That's my motto and I gotta warn ya
Before I'm through, I'm going back to California

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight 'em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit bath

My boys Utah to Illinois
Set the poise, so I can infiltrate
All fifty states, can't wait till I'm back on my feet
Switch and shake this bitch in her sleep

Low key, you feds can't see me
I'm up in D.C. with strike number three
Clownin', made a little stock to get a little cock
Now I got niggaz bangin' and lootin' rock

I'm going back to Cali where it's bound with my strikes
Don't give a fuck who's on the marin or the mic
I should've known when I seen that motherfucker in the lobby
Looking like he wanna rob me

Federal, don't like no black hetero sexual, intellectual
Tried to turn me into a vegetable
An I'm 'a sue all black and blue
When I come to hand cuff

Big gray bus, scandalous
'Cos they can't stand us
They get excited and I try to fight it
I'm going back to Cali for show, extradited

Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done
Keep my hand on my gun 'cos they got me on the run
I swear I didn't do what they say I done

Listen, these feds fishin' for this extradition
I'm on a mission, fuck 'em, fight' em, dine 'em, ditch 'em
I gotta kick rocks, I can't pick locks
Or spend the rest of my life in a shit bath

Hey mama, when y'all send pictures you can't send a Polaroid
They got to be the regular pictures
An' they got us in here puttin' in computer chips or something
I don't know, like they playin' with us, it's like a game
It ain't nuttin' but a game to them mama, it's my life

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Let A Killa - Lyrics - Bizzar - Insane Clown Posse

Title: Let A Killa
Album: Bizzar
Artist: Insane Clown Posse
Composer(s): Mike E Clark, Joseph Bruce, William Dail

Lyric:
Sick of this bull shit
All these bitches thinking they're the fuckin' whip
Just 'cuz they got a neden, fuck yer neden bitch
That's right an don't call me sexist 'cuz I ain't sexist
I'm the sexiest, but I ain't sexist
If I'm sexist then I'm the sexiest, sexist
Bitch call me sexy, sex, sexy, sexist

I see you hoes on TV glamorous models super celebrities
Rolls-Royce fine wines and class
You need to come down to the hood let me spank dat ass
I want a famous hoe, a bitch on top with some helly bank role
I been chasin' a girl from letters to Cleo, but she broke her neato

Mariah Carry man forget it, if O.D.B hit it I cant fuck wit it
Nuttin' against ole dirty or nuthin'
But I know he at least got herpes or something

I wouldn't mind fucking Britney Spears
In a cheap hotel with them ceiling mirrors
With that bitch, in a couple of weeks
I'd have her hooked on crack rock workin' the streets

All them hoes fantasies
About juggalo scrubs in between they thighs
But they too scared to let it be
So instead they fuck Ricky Martin
And pretend its me

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Huh, let's see where to begin, knock knock, who's there?
A ball sac for ya chin, I be fuckin' them business hoes that jock
From them interns up to the presidents wife

Now Shelly ain't famous but I still put 'em in a bone through
The glitzy glaze grabbin' A J, I don't give a fuck
But Clyde walked in his jaw dropped down
Act like he never seen the butt cheeks of a clown

I had the secretary on the top of the desk
Ass hole naked, I was in the cigar chest
Smokin' up keepin' blunts with the janitor
Fuck all them hoes, say jock ask my manager

Business women in executive halls
Let yo head down an tongue slap my balls
Some of them bitches are a little bit old
Dusty ass neden with a loopy foam

Like this one chick I fucked in the dark
I had the bitch moanin' like a happy ass retard
We finished turn on the lights it was horrid
Oh shit Sharon Osbourne

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

I wanna fuck Carmen Electra
'Cuz she'll fuck anybody first day she met ya
But as soon as you fall off the map
She on to the next guy like "Sigh" baby

Let me fuck a famous hoe one night
I'll post the video up on our web site
Me an Shaggy may might sit with the stars
But my boyz are out back breakin' into your cars

Dumb hoes quit fuckin' them richees
Wit silky shirts on turtle neck dickeys
Frenchies straight out the hair salon
With a faggot ass name like Jean

We the ones from the other side yellin'
Clown love bitch, , I'm the ghetto ride
I won't take you on the expensive trip's
But I'll part yo neden lips

Hehhe people wanna ride wit dem or us
Jaguar with ken or a simple bus
Fuck you then we don't need you hoes
I.C.P forever with the juggalos

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you right
Let a killer fuck you
Let a killer fuck you
Never gone back in the night

Sick of this bull shit
That's right you need to stay on TV
Because this is my reality
But I'm even sick of these hottys
In the real world like at the beach

I see you at the beach bitch wearing your thong bikini
You one of those bitch beaches
You're one of them beaches at the bitch
You're one of them a you a bitch at the beach
An I'm sick of that shit

Because the bottom line is this, I'm a go to the mothafuckin' bitch
With my mothafuckan speedo's on
An I'm a walk up an down the beach like, sup bitch?
Ha ha ha bitch bitch
Ooh we're gonna have fun he he he ooh yes

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40 - Jump My Bone - Lyrics - E

Title: 40 - Jump My Bone
Artist: E
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Dino Hawkins, B Kante, Adam Horovitz, Rick Rubin, Jay Simmons, E Stevens, Nick Vidal, Roger Troutman, Eric Vidal

Lyric:
I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

Gettin' tweeded up in the club, niggas in the parking lot
Sasquatch pimpin' bitches from different cities
And I'm tryin' to stick my ding-a-ling
Between one of these super bad ass bitches

Say, ho, oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that?
She say, "Oh I got your hoe, besides nigga
I don't even listen to rap"
I said, "How you know a motherfucker rap?"

She say, "Ain't you 40-water?
I read an article on you while I was up under the dryin' net
Magazine Double XL

I heard that, okay what's crackaleezie, what's the heezie deezie?
Why you try to act like you was God's gift to the world
A few minutes of a keezie leezie?
All my dentures gathered around to take a look
At this bankded beauty Dolly Parton gluteus Maximus
Ass big enough to fit a cup on her booty

Straight Centerfold Suzette
I'm in the mix, check it out, I'm in the mix like a blender
Stay right down the street from Paul from the Diamond Center
I used to cut grass for a livin'
But now I count cash for a livin' bitch

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

Now, there was a cool little old fuck
Smoked a little broccelius then we stopped by the burrito truck
Stuck, man this shit here's crazy
I'm in a Ford, Fix or repair daily

Old school antique lifters tickin'
With a gas leak radiator off the heater reads
I'm in a desperate need of some antifreeze
Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit
What the fuck's wrong with this car?
Shit, shit, shit, shit I should've drove my Northstar

Dependable, new school get you
Where you need to be when you need to be
Enemies aimin' at me with they darts
While I'm footin' it, walkin' to Kragens Auto Parts

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

A week later, everything was fo' sho'
My album was about to drop so I went on a promotional tour
Bus driver why you cruisin' dude? Where we headed?
Houston Texas, one mo' mile, two mo' exits

Quarter to three me and the Mossie checkin' in at the Double tree
Lemme call my dudes, who? 8-ball and MJG
Ball where da hoes?
All the hoes be at Poppago's

Later on that day, say you know a motherfucker
Can't come to Houston without visitin' Little J
The Scarfaces, The Drapers and The Greens
The Northsides and Club Boomerangs and bitch

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

I hope we can all get alone tonight
I'm tryin' to take me somethin' home tonight
Lay on my back, talk on my phone and get my head lay on
Then after that she gon' jump my bone

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