Happy Christmas - Lyrics - Rebecca St. James

Title: Happy Christmas
Artist: Rebecca St. James
Composer(s): Yoko Ono, John Lennon

Lyric:
So this is Christmas and what have you done?
Another year over, a new one's just begun
And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young

A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

And so this is Christmas for weak and for strong
For rich and the poor ones, the world is so wrong
And so happy Christmas for black and for white
For yellow and red ones let's stop all the fight

A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

Without any fear, without any fear
Without any fear, without any fear

And, so this is Christmas and what have we done?
Another year over and a new one just begun
And, so happy Christmas we hope you have fun
The near and the dear one, the old and the young

A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear
A very Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

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One Mo' Time - Lyrics - Mc Hammer

Title: One Mo' Time
Artist: Mc Hammer
Composer(s): Stanley Kirk Burrell, Ondrieus Burgie, Dexter Ansley, Prince Rogers Nelson, John Rhone, Ontario Hayes, Maurice Stewart

Lyric:
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time

I'm goin' fo' mine, one mo' time
I'm gettin' my goals accomplished while the others sit back and wind
And none of y'all can fade me so don't even try
'Cause I'm the best at what I do and I'm a tell you why

So you see I'm too legit too ever quit
I started gaining momentum when they put me in the mix
You'll feel my power, the stage I'll burn it up
So put it on the hammer, then people will burn it up

To the records who tried to diss this is on yo face
I'll turn this mutha out leave you lookin' disgraced
Bet you can't touch and now you regret fo' calling
Yourself a pet instead of something wet

Now brothers went long, it's still the same song
While people rollin' on, your crew is gone
You know I got it started with a kickin' gold rhyme
Suck as betta' pray 'cause it's hammer time one mo' time

One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time

Check I peepin' over there if the fellows give me ten minutes
I'll bet you I'll be in em' 'cause growin' on the high street
Taught me how to get em', I grew on em'
So tight I'm known to hight em' and quit em'

See I step to her, she's mine in a matter of minutes
It ain't how long you talk it's what you put in em'
Spittin' this game so cold and you tellin' me
That I'm not able to pick up this freak, well, you fail to see

The hard nigga is what they call me
And every year I'm at the player's balgee
Whenever I'm next you can prepare to see a show
And whenever it comes to breakin' it up
You know I'm lettin' em' win the net

And I'm the man in command, so I'm puttin' em' in their place
And if she's lookin' for handouts then get outta' Hammer's Face
I'm not the type to wine and dine but I'm freak to blow your mind
So I guess I'm goin' fo' mine, one mo' time

One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time

Hold now, take me to the bay

I'm gainin' momentum from the 90's to the bay
And everywhere I went, I made the people say
Hey, I'm makin' em' all amazed in every phase
And rap fools I gotta serve em' but this time
The Hammer gotta hurt em'

State to state after partyin' in Casinos
Doin' and tryin' that, lougin' in Reno
I got it started in Bang cock and rocked Barbados
And watched Holy field know em' out in Vegas city

After city I left the people in shock, you betta have believed
I left the whole place rock and I love the way that the money
Just rolls out, fifteen hundred cities every one of em' sold out
Private jets, good times and bad times, suckas be tryin' to diss

So I'm comin' with mad rhymes
All of these things often come to mind
But guess what y'all? Here comes the payback to her
I'm doin' it one mo' time

One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time

One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time

One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time
One mo' time, hey, I gotta get my, get my one mo' time

I'm givin' it to 'em one mo' time, hey

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Year 3000 - Lyrics - Busted - Busted

Title: Year 3000
Album: Busted
Artist: Busted
Composer(s): Charlie Simpson, James Bourne, Mattie Jay, Steve Robson, John Mclaughlin

Lyric:
One day when I came home at lunch time I heard a funny noise
Went out to the backyard to find out if it was one of those rowdy boys
Stood there was my neighbor called Peter and a Flux Capacitor

He told me he built a time machine
Like the one in a film I've seen
Yeah, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great granddaughter
Is pretty fine"
(Is pretty fine)

He took me to the future in the flux thing and I saw everything
Boy bands and another one and another one and another one
Triple breasted women swim around town totally naked!

We drove around in a time machine
Like the one in a film I've seen
Yeah, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
(Not much has changed but they lived underwater)
And your great, great, great grand daughter
Is pretty fine"
(Is pretty fine)

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi-platinum
Everybody brought our seventh album
It had outsold Micheal Jackson

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi-platinum
Everybody brought our seventh album
Seventh album, seventh album

He told me he built a time machine
Like the one in a film I've seen
Yeah, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great granddaughter
(And your great granddaughter)
Is pretty fine"
(She's pretty fine)
Oh, oh, yeah

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
(3000)
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
(Not much has changed but they lived underwater)
And your great, great, great granddaughter
(And your great granddaughter)
Is pretty fine"

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
(Not much has changed but they lived underwater, yeah)
And your great, great, great grand daughter
(And your great granddaughter)
She's pretty fine"
(She's pretty fine)

He said, "I've been to the year 3000
(I've been to the year 3000)
Not much has changed but they lived underwater
And your great, great, great grand daughter
Is pretty fine"

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One Love - Lyrics - Illmatic - Nas

Title: One Love
Album: Illmatic
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): J Davis, James Heath, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
What up kid? I know shit is rough doin' your bid
When the cops came, you shoulda slid to my crib
But fuck it black, no time for looking back it's done
Plus congratulations, you know you got a son
I heard he looks like you, why don't your lady write you?
Told her she should visit, that's when she got hyper
Flippin', talk about he acts too rough

He didn't listen, he be riffin' while I'm tellin' him stuff
I was like yeah, shorty don't care, she a snake too
Fuckin' with the niggaz from that fake crew that hate you
But yo, guess who got shot in the dome-piece
Jerome's niece, on her way home from Jones beach, it's bugged
Plus little Rob is selling drugs all the time
Hangin' out with young thugs that all carry 9's

And night time is more trife than ever
What up with Cormega, did you see 'em, are y'all together?
If so then hold the fort down, represent to the fullest
Say whats up to Herb, Ice and Bullet
I left a half a hundred in your commissary
You was my nigga when push came to shove
One what? One love

One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love

Dear Born, you'll be out soon, stay strong
Out in New York, the same shit is goin' on
The crack-heads stalkin', loud-mouths is talkin'
Hold, check out the story yesterday, when I was walkin'
The nigga you shot last year
Tried to appear like he hurtin' somethin'
Word to mother, I heard him frontin'
And he be pumpin' on your block
Your man gave him your glock

And now they run together, what up son, whatever
Since I'm on the streets, I'm a put it to a cease
But I heard you blew a nigga with he ask for the phone piece
Whylin' on the island, but now in Elmira
Better chill, 'cos them niggaz will put that ass on fire
Last time you wrote you said, they tried you in the showers
But maintain when you come home, the corner's ours
On the reals, all these crab niggaz know the deal

When we start the revolution all they probably do is squeal
But chill, see you on the next V I
I gave your mom dukes loot for kicks, plus sent ya flicks
Your brother's buck whilin' and four Maine, he wrote me
He might beat his case, 'til he come home I play it low key

So stay civilised, time flies
Though incarcerated, your mind dies
I hate it when your moms cries
It kinda wants to make me murder, for real
I've even got a mask and gloves to bust slugs
For one love

One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love

Sometimes I sit back with a buddha sack
Mind's in another world thinkin'
How can we exist through the facts?
Written in school text books, Bibles, etc
Fuck a school lecture, the lies get me vexed
So I be ghost for my projects
I take my pen and pad for the week
And hittin' Ls while I'm sleepin'

A two day stay, you may say I need the time alone
To relax my dome, no phone, left the 9 at home
You see the streets have me stressed somethin' terrible
Fucking with the corners have a nigga up in Belle View
Or H D M, hit with numbers from 8 to 10
A future in a maximum state pen is grim
So I comes back home, nobody's helpin' shorty doowop
I roll two phillies together, in the prison we call them oowops

He said Nas, niggaz cold be bustin' off the roof
So I wear a bullet proof and pack a black tres-deuce
He inhaled so deep, shut his eyes like he was sleep
Started coughin' when I peeked to watch me speak
I sat back like the mack, my army suit was black
We was chillin' on these benches
Where he pumped his loose cracks
I took the L when he passed it, this little bastard
Keeps me blasted, he starts talkin' mad shit

I had to school him, told him don't let niggaz fool him
'Cos when the pistol blows the one that's murdered, be the cool one
Tough luck when niggaz are struck, families fucked up
Could've caught your man, but didn't look when you bucked up
Mistakes happen, so take heed, never bust up
In a crowd catch him solo, make the right man bleed

Shorty's laugh was cold blooded as he spoke so foul
Only twelve trying to tell me that he liked my style
Then I rose, wipin' the blunts ash from my clothes
Then froze only to blow the herb smoke through my nose
And told my little man that I'm a go cyprose
There's some jewels in the skull that he could sell if he chose
Words of wisdom from Nas, try to rise up above
Keep a eye out for Jake shorty, wop
One love

One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
One love, one love, one love, one love
...

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Year 3000 - Lyrics - It's About Time - Jonas Brothers

Title: Year 3000
Album: It's About Time
Artist: Jonas Brothers
Composer(s): Charlie Simpson, James Bourne, Mattie Jay, Steve Robson, John Mclaughlin

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Lyric:
One day when I came home at lunchtime
I heard a funny noise
Went out to the back yard to find out
If it was one of those rowdy boys
Stood there with my neighbor called Peter
And a flux capacitor

He told me, he built a time machine
Like one in a film I?ve seen
Yeah, he said

?I?ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived under water
And your great, great, great granddaughter
Is doing fine, doing fine?

He took me to the future in the flux thing
And I saw everything
Boy bands and another one, and another one
And another one
And girls there with round hair like star wars
And float above the floor

We drove around in a time machine
Like one in a film I?ve seen
Yeah, he said

?I?ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived under water
And your great, great, great granddaughter
Is doing fine, doing fine?

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi platinum
Everybody bought our seventh album
It had outsold Kelly Clarkson

I took a trip to the year 3000
This song had gone multi platinum
Everybody bought our seventh album

He told me he built a time machine
Like one in a film I?ve seen
Yeah

Been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived under water
And your great, great, great granddaughter
Is doing fine, doing fine

He said, ?I?ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived under water
And your great, great, great granddaughter
Is doing fine, doing fine, doing fine?

He said, ?I?ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived under water
And your great, great, great granddaughter
Is doing fine, doing fine?

He said, ?I?ve been to the year 3000
Not much has changed but they lived under water
And your great, great, great granddaughter
Is doing fine, doing fine?

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Happy Christmas - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: Happy Christmas
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Yoko Ono, John Lennon

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Lyric:
And so this is Christmas, and what have you done
Another year over, a new one just begun
And so this is Christmas, I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young

A Merry, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

So this is Christmas, for weak and for strong
The rich and the poor one, the road is so long
So Happy Christmas for black and for white
The yellow and red one, and stop all the fight

A Merry, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

So this is Christmas, and what have we done
Another year over, a new one just begun
So Happy Christmas I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young

A Merry, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

So this is Christmas, and what have you done
Another year over, a new one just begun
And so Happy Christmas we hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones, the old and the young

A Merry, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year
Let's hope it's a good one without any fear

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Happy Xmas (War Is Over) - Lyrics - Jimmy Buffett

Title: Happy Xmas (War Is Over)
Artist: Jimmy Buffett
Composer(s): Yoko Ono, John Lennon

Lyric:
And so this is Xmas
And what have you done?
Another year older
A new one just begun

And so this is Xmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A merry, merry Xmas
And a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fears

And so this is Xmas
For weak and for strong
The rich and the poor ones
The road is so long

So, happy Xmas
For black and for white
The yellow and red ones
And stop all the fights

A merry, merry Xmas
And a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fears

And so, this is Xmas
And what have we done?
Another year older
A new one just begun

So, happy Xmas
I hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A merry, merry Xmas
And a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fears

So, this is Xmas
And what have we done?
Another year older
A new one just begun

And so, happy Xmas
We hope you have fun
The near and the dear ones
The old and the young

A merry, merry Xmas
And a happy new year
Let's hope it's a good one
Without any fears

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Only One Night Of The Year - Lyrics - Ronnie Milsap

Title: Only One Night Of The Year
Artist: Ronnie Milsap
Composer(s): Michael Barry Reid

Lyric:
There's a magic light in the stars tonight
It shines with a wondrous glow
There's a whisper of love
In the silence of gently falling snow

There's cookies and milk on the table
Ribbons on bright candy canes
And every child who is able
Has their nose to the window pane

'Cause for only one night of the year
You can see flying reindeer
And if you believe in Christmas Eve
There's no telling who will appear
With his whiskers and pipe
He comes only one night of the year

It's the sugar plum world of cinnamon swirls
A hint of pine wood in the air
As the church bell chimes, a count twelve times
I slip into my easy chair

To watch the fire die to an ember
And drift into a winter dream
Of a magical night in December
And faith in a sight unseen

And for only one night of the year
You can see flying reindeer
And if you believe in Christmas Eve
There's no telling who will appear
With his whiskers and pipe
He comes only one night of the year

If you believe in Christmas Eve
Raise a glass of good cheer
'Cause wish as we might
It comes only one night of the year

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Another Year Has Gone By - Lyrics - These Are Special Times - Celine Dion

Title: Another Year Has Gone By
Album: These Are Special Times
Artist: Celine Dion
Composer(s): Eliot John Kennedy, Bryan Adams

Lyric:
So many 25ths of December
Just as many 4th of Julys
And were still holdin' it together
It only comes down to you and I

I know that you can still remember
Things we said right from the start
When we said that this could be special
I'm keepin' those words deep down in my heart

Another year has gone by
And I'm still the one by your side
After everything that's gone by
There's still no one saying goodbye
Though another year has gone by

I never been much for occasions
You never let another birthday go by
Without announcing how much you love me
But the truth was always there, right there in your eyes

And were still holding hands when were walkin'
Actin' like we've only just met
But how can that be when there's so much history
I guess that's how true lovers can get

Another year has gone by
And I'm still the one by your side
After everything that's gone by
There's still no one saying goodbye
Though another year has gone by

Another year has gone by
And I'm still the one by your side
After everything that's gone by
There's still no one saying goodbye
Though another year has gone by

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What Are You Doing New Year'S Eve? - Lyrics - Cool Yule - Bette Midler

Title: What Are You Doing New Year'S Eve?
Album: Cool Yule
Artist: Bette Midler
Composer(s): Frank Loesser

Lyric:
When the bells all ring and the horns all blow
And the couples we know are fondly kissing
Will I be with you
Or will I be among the missing?

Maybe it's much too early in the game
Oh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night?
Welcoming in the New Year, New Year's Eve

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose, I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations you'll receive
Oh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose, I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of a thousand invitations you'll receive
Oh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year's, New, New Year's Eve?
What are you doing New Year's, New Year's Eve?

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One By One (Revamped) * - Lyrics - Smut Peddlers

Title: One By One (Revamped) *
Artist: Smut Peddlers
Composer(s): Milo Jason Berger, Erik P Meltzer, Christian Michael Palko

Lyric:
I shapeshift
I shapeshift to a spliff
Light myself up
Ignite the mic and felt up

Your butter shit get melt up
Your mic is falling on
Needs to be helped up
Snatch your rap belt up

Blaze the tron, Eon the phenom
I'm on par with rap czars
Fascist dictators
Dick Starbuck and I'm playin' Space Invaders

Standin' so close, made you liable
Turn your Rap Bible to the false idols
I been bringin' doom to the groom
Snatchin' up the bridal

I'll hoch paragraphs, invest in ebola
Fuck you up like Pop Rocks and Coco-Cola
Tryin' to be cute like Mun Chi Chi

Really catch a nut from munchin' on deez
Hundreds please, honey don't make a peep
In 2G it's only our word that we keep

You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, every evening

You in the wrong place
Seen the stupid look on your face
Get done, Dunn like Warrick, but never even saw it
Yo Cage show em how you go
Inject the raw shit, MC's gonna forfeit

I was thrown in this life form wit basic essentials
Like screamin' over other cats' rhymes like they instrumentals
Sacrifice mics, in front of my following
You shit your insides out and go barefoot wallowing

Swallowing, woodern crosses, I'm nauseous
Fourth the pale horses, insect lynches, dental flosses
Don't practice witchcraft, I got a craft which shits
My name stand between MC's lips like clits

Threw you off the roof 'cuz you thought your ass was fly
Till I bungeed off the top and stuck needles in your third eye
Wild shit like this comes from boredom in my forehead
My cousin in Serbia said there's more dead

And there's even more dead livin' upstate
Middletown New York where young girls and dogs procreate
Call your local agent up for a fix
If you outta cake, I'll take duct-taped up playmates

You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, every evening

When the weakest of the foodchain steps it up
You might come complete with a lot of bullshit
Witness legendary tales as opposed to clones
They like microscopic versions of Indiana Jones

[Unverified] lost, Temple of Doom the chorus
Goin' out like the Last Crusade against the Source
You know my name like the blonde flame tryin' clone it
What opponents? Those are kids I spit on last year
Still soaking

Think about the battle before you start em
You'd be better off with a John Rocker jersey up in Harlem
Shitted on the Tidybowl man, left his boat
Left him fuckin' drownin' in the trek that I quote

I turn your tranquil land into a savage garden
Eon run through New York like Curtis Martin
The shit talker, the spittin' litterbug
I'm watchin' you little children like a babysitter does

You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get done
One by one, by one by one

You in the wrong place
You in the wrong time
You with the wrong someone
Smut Peddlers, false poets get done
Every morning, every evening

One by one
One by one
One by one
One by one

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Pour Out A Little Liquor - Lyrics - Thug Life: Vol. 1 - 2pac

Title: Pour Out A Little Liquor
Album: Thug Life: Vol. 1
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Leon Huff, Kenneth Gamble, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Yeah
Pour out a little liquor for your homies, nigga
This one here go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
(Light up a fat one for this one)
How you come up, man?

I started young kickin' dust and livin' rough
You watch you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man
I had a down ass homie though we ran the streets
And on the scene at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits

I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfucker for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we figurin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like manure
First let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
(Ha ha)

It's two niggaz comin' up out the hood
Livin' life just as good as we could
But since a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin' on my nigga in jail
Tryin' to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go

This goes out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners
Don't let the drink get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little liquor
What's that you drinkin' on?

Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
'Cuz I'm losin' all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, there'll be days like this"
Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of bein' big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and strong
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, til' you come home
And the years sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep handlin' yo' business

That's the way it's supposed to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the shit for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can't let go

Look at you
Drinkin' got you where you don't even give respect to your partners
Pour out some liquor, nigga
It ain't like that, tip that shit over
Pour out a little liquor

My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still can't let go

This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my homies y'all
We in this motherfuckin' piece, yeah
Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah
This one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the motherfuckin' Bay

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin' house
(Pour out a little liquor)
My nigga Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, Night train, Hennessey)
All my real motherfuckin' partners
(Pour out a little liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little liquor

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The Inevitable Return Of The Great White Dope - Lyrics - Hooray For Boobies - Bloodhound Gang

Title: The Inevitable Return Of The Great White Dope
Album: Hooray For Boobies
Artist: Bloodhound Gang
Composer(s): James M. Franks

Lyric:
"A" is for "Apple"
"B" is for "Balloons"
"C" is for "Crayons"
"D" is for "Drum"
Like my scrotum here it is in a nutshell

One thousand nine hundred and seventy-two
That's the year I got here when my dear mother's water blew
Not really realizing the prize that's been begot to her
The bona fide lo-fi high-octane philosopher
Genius with a penis the few the proud the me
I liked me so much I had to buy the company
Soul for sale sold to Satan for a hell of a lotta luck
I'm hard to come by like a straight guy working at Starbucks

Thank the thinkers that think they thunk the thoughts that theorized
Idolized or despised bet I'm gettin' recognized
Mount Rushmore no ignore it can't rock with no big head
Half of the people want me half of the people want me dead
I am the Angel of Def with my rhymes against humanity
Teeter-tottering between brilliance and insanity
The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope

Conclusions you drew proportions you blew
Lost son of Iggy? False bigger nose than Ziggy? True
Yes my name is Jimmy Pop no my pop's name is Dick
Don't admit to kick it slick you thick derelict critic
Put down for missed notes put up with misquotes
Don't want the whole story? Should have bought the Cliff Notes
Like Fingerpainting 101 give me no credit for having class
One thumb on the pulse of the nation one thumb in your girlfriend's ass

Written on written off scoff callin' me a joke
I don't think that I'm a sell-out but I do "Enjoy Coke!"
I struck gold but never took it for granted that's how I planned it so can it
Around the planet fans demand it and you'll never understand it
When I die no lie plan on mass pandemonium
They may display my brain in a pickle jar at the Smithsonian
The one part the Fuehrer the one part the Pope
It's the inevitable return baby of the Great White Dope

One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope

One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope
One part the Fuehrer one part the Pope
The inevitable return of the Great White Dope

Great White Dope
Great White Dope
Great White Dope
...

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Seventeen Year Locust - Lyrics - Rob Zombie

Title: Seventeen Year Locust
Artist: Rob Zombie
Composer(s): Rob Zombie, Scott Humphrey, John Lowery

Lyric:
Electric black night crash
Hunger on your face
Opium heat rash
Suffocate this place

Well I see the sun
Burnin' in your eye
I see the sun
Call a suicide, come on

17 year locust
If not now when?
17 year locust
If not now when?

17 year locust
If not now when?
17 year locust
If not now when?

Tombstone eyes roam
Up and down your skin
Assassinate the mind frame
Nothin' left to win

Well, I see the sun
Burnin' in your eye
I see the sun
Call a suicide, come on

17 year locust
If not now when?
17 year locust
If not now when?

17 year locust
If not now when?
17 year locust
If not now when?

Enchanted on the highway
All the freaks collide
One minute longer
You start to slide

Well, I ain't the one
Burnin' in your eye
Well, I ain't the one
Call a suicide, come on

17 year locust
If not now when?
17 year locust
If not now when?

17 year locust
If not now when?
17 year locust
If not now when?

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Failure By Design - Lyrics - Your Favorite Weapon - Brand New

Title: Failure By Design
Album: Your Favorite Weapon
Artist: Brand New
Composer(s): Brian Lane, Vincent Accardi, Jesse Lacey, Garrett Tierney

Lyric:
Watch you on the one's and two's
Through a window in a well lit room
Become a recluse
And I blame myself 'cause I make things hard
And you're just trying to help

And when I wake up you're the first to call
This is one more late night basement song
And I'm so sore
My voice has gone to hell
This is one more sleepless night because we

Don't believe in filler, baby
If I could, I'd sit this out

(This is over when I say it's over)
This is a lesson in procrastination
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night, I gotta race the clock

(I ignore it and it ignores me too)
Let's say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
And I walk myself pickin' at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
It's failure by design

And we just want to sleep
But this night is hell
I'm sick and sunk and I blame myself
'Cause I make things hard
And you were tryin' to help

I got no gas windin' out my gears
(No gas)
This is one more day on the verge of tears
And now my head hurts
(Head hurts)
And my health is a joke and now I gotta stop
Because the headphones broke

We don't believe in filler, baby
If I could I'd sit this out

(This is over when I say it's over)
This is a lesson in procrastination
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night, I gotta race the clock

(I ignore it and it ignores me too)
Let's say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
And I walk myself pickin' at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
It's failure by design

I'm out of everything
No one sleeps till we get this shit
Out on the shelves
It's late, I'm faltering
This time, I got nothin' to say besides

Do do do, do do do
([Incomprehensible])
Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do
([Incomprehensible])
Do do do, do do do

Do do do, do do do
([Incomprehensible])
Do do do, do do do
Do do do, do do do
Nothing to say besides

(This is over when I say it's over)
This is a lesson in procrastination
I kill myself because I'm so frustrated
And every single second that I put it off
Means another lonely night, I gotta race the clock

(I ignore it and it ignores me too)
Let's say we go and crash your car?
And every time I leave you go and lock the door
And I walk myself pickin' at a chip on my shoulder
I'm another day late and one year older
I'm a failure by design

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What Are You Doing New Year'S Eve? - Lyrics - Harry Connick, Jr.

Title: What Are You Doing New Year'S Eve?
Artist: Harry Connick, Jr.
Composer(s): Frank Loesser

Lyric:
Maybe it?s much too early in the game
Ah, but I thought I?d ask you just the same
What are you doing New Year?s
New Year?s Eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it?s exactly twelve o?clock that night
Welcoming in the New Year
New Year?s Eve

Maybe I?m crazy to suppose
I?d ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You receive

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year?s
New Year?s Eve?

Maybe I?m crazy to suppose
I?d ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You receive

Ah, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing New Year?s
New Year?s Eve?

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What Are You Doing New Year'S Eve? - Lyrics - Merry Christmas With Love - Clay Aiken

Title: What Are You Doing New Year'S Eve?
Album: Merry Christmas With Love
Artist: Clay Aiken
Composer(s): Frank Loesser

Lyric:
Maybe it's much too early in the game
Ooh, but I thought I'd ask you just the same
What are you doing new year's
New year's eve?

Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight
When it's exactly twelve o'clock that night
Welcoming in the new year
New year's eve

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You received

Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing new year's
New year's eve?

Maybe I'm crazy to suppose
I'd ever be the one you chose
Out of the thousand invitations
You received

Ooh, but in case I stand one little chance
Here comes the jackpot question in advance
What are you doing new year's
New year's eve?

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This Year - Lyrics - Pop Til You Drop - A*Teens

Title: This Year
Album: Pop Til You Drop
Artist: A*Teens
Composer(s): Billy Steinberg, Martin H Frederiksen, Leah Andreone

Lyric:
Na na na, na na na, na na na na
Na na na, na na na, na na na na na
Na na na, na na na, na na na na na
Na na na na na na

This year is gonna be incredible
This year is gonna be the one
All the planets are linin' up for me
This year, I'm gonna have fun

This year, I'll paint my masterpiece
This year, I'll be recognized
I can feel, I'll fall in love for real
This year, this year

January, I'll learn to fly
February, love's gonna find me
March, April, May, I'll get carried away
Oh, oh

This year, I'm gonna reach the pinnacle
This year, I get to the top
People will ask, "Where she gets that energy?"
This year, I'm never gonna stop

January, I'll learn to fly
February, love's gonna find me
March, April, May, I'll get carried away
Oh, oh, oh, oh

This year is gonna be incredible
This year is gonna be the one
All the planets are linin' up for me
This year, I'm gonna have fun, I'm gonna have fun
Just watch me this year, this year, this year

January, na na na, na na na, na na na na
February, na na na, na na na, na na na na na
This year, I'm gonna have fun
Just watch me, this year

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Dedicated - Lyrics - Buddha Monk

Title: Dedicated
Artist: Buddha Monk
Composer(s): Ellery Chambers, Lynsey Depaul, Susan Sheridan

Lyric:
I was only nine years old, when daddy left me
This one here is dedicated to a very special lady in my life
She's my M O M M Y, she's a very special woman
And dear mom, I dedicate this song to you
Check it out

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

Hey moms, I dedicate this song to you
You're my M O M M Y, my special brew
I'ma bless you with diamonds and pearls and rubies too
Well, this is just something for the things you do

Momma soon, I'll take you on a real long cruise
Sit back with some class, champagne just for two
You're overdue, so here's some things meant for you
Benzes and minks, friends that you never knew

Private jets, year 'round trips to Tibet
Ah, you and Janet sand, singin' that bangin' ass duet
Finished yet? Malik will pour you Moet
With hand to hand service as the sun sets

You never guessed, the life could ever be this best
Sit back, just relax, you ain't seen nothin' yet
You're my girl, my mom and my first love too
That's why I dedicate this song right here to you
C'mon

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

Hey moms, they should've made a statue for you
Best moms in the world, yeah, baby that's you
You tried to prove, the good times went down the line
Didn't believe, now I'm infested with drug crime

In these hard times and I'm still out to get mines
A motivated soldier on the hands of time
Cops draw the line, now I'm facin' seven to nine
And you're still tellin' me it's gonna be alright

That's why I love you, no matter all the things I did
Yo, you still turn around and call me one of your kids
When poppa slide, how was you to deal with all of us kids?
Yeah, a family of four with the governor's laws

No more, now it's time to take a world tour
Breath the fresh air, we smell the sea shore
I adore and I want to give you applause
Dedicating this song to you once more, 'cuz

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

This goes out to a special lady
The one that brought me life
The one that taught me right
She always held me tight

Aiyyo you know, moms, let me tell you one thing
I can't express the way that I feel
All the things that you've done for me
I was one of those bad-ass kids gettin' up
Every mornin', doin' all the wrong things

You know, I didn't get many whoopin's
When I did get a whoopin', it hurt
But I still had to do what I had to do momma
'Cuz times was hard and there was no father there for us

But I know you loved me
And I know you'd forgive me for all things I did
But if you didn't, I hope this song finds you at your best 'partment
You're with me in my heart, I love you and you're my favorite girl
I only get one, I only get one, I only get one

(You're my momma, yeah)
My momma
I love you, mother
(Yeah, sweet old momma, yeah)
Feel the road to the riches and riches to the road

'Cuz I'm gonna leave and go somewhere
You've never been before
You're my woman and I'll always see you
(Don't you want me in this World?)
I always love you to death, momma
We out, baby, c'mon
(I'll always love my momma)

She's my only one
(She's my favorite)
(And you only get one, you only get one)
(One good girl)
I love you, hahaha
That's right momma

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Buss My Gun - Lyrics - Bravehearted - Bravehearts

Title: Buss My Gun
Album: Bravehearted
Artist: Bravehearts
Composer(s): Nashawn Jones, Waynne Nugent, Michael Epps, Jabari Jones, Kevin Risto

Lyric:
Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Yo', do you wanna live or do you wanna die?
I'll throw you off the bridge wit a bullet in ya eye
Like a river in tha sky, you'll be floatin' in tha air
Got to see your mother cry at the wake of tha year
I'll give her a hug and tell her to be strong
Then smack her in tha face wit a 44 long
I know I be wrong, dats how I get it on

I hope y'all acknowledge the hook on this song
I got macs and tecs, snug, revolvers, oozies
I got 'em, gauge no problem, calicoes, AKs, 357s
Nine milly's trey ain't send you to heaven
I gave my lady a 380, a 22, a 25, bitch went crazy
Popin' forever, one for all
Bravehearted we stand nigga fuck all y'all

I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

Yo' stop playin' I'm layin' for my dawgs
I would die for, cabbage patch, these niggas
Souls in the sky more, shots rang, glock bang
Hot thangs, leave 'em wit his watch and rang
Stop and aim, I'm hot, top soil, get my rocks off
For my family, you a corpse, what you thought
For my seeds, I even let the wrong man bleed
Sit there for tha right one and give 'em three

You see me, don't think 'cause I'm on TV
Dat a nigga won't massacre ya family
I love guns and bustin' 'em off for loved ones
Get it done, big or small one, even for funds
I love cash for loot I kill yo' ass
Brains through tha roof of tha coupe
I watch the blood splash
And I hate most dudes dat ain't my blood
And I buss my guns for the one I love

Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

I buss guns for the ones I love
I leave a nigga leakin' for somethin'
Them guns straight quicker and quicker
He seek it's comin', my nigga jung
Jumpin' on niggas, da shells is dumpin'
No fingerprints, shoot again these muthafuckas don't make sense
Sayin' dat me and my niggas can't win, why?
See tha guns pointed at ya face
Plus ya clique surrounded 'cause they fake

They die, see my attitude, bust a
Muthafucka for food, now I'm mad at you
Hit you then I toss tha tool
Never sober, shoot niggas and run 'em ova
Gee Wiz, Bh, I'm a test, a QB soldier
I run away wit yo' head in my arms
Like Brett Favre, them muthafuckas take to tha streets
Them Bravehearts, shootin' on these muthafuckin' fagots
Go 'head and pull ya gun nigga, I'm a grab it then I

Buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love
I buss my guns for the one I love

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