Only In The Movies - Lyrics - David Mead

Title: Only In The Movies
Artist: David Mead
Composer(s): David Mead

Lyric:
Pack all your things up, don't get upset
Soon you should leave 'cause sooner you'll forget
Was it a dream or maybe a mess
Give you a pinch and take a wild guess

You could be mistaken, lost in how it ends
'Cause only in the movies things make sense
Let every stupid story take away your doubts
'Cause only in the movies things work out

God and all His angels must be surprised
At every little promise that turns into a lie
If she were a picture framed in golden wood
Could you really miss her
Would you?

Still life and memories waltz out the door
Is there relief in wanting what was yours
No friend or doctor knows what to say
Blind to forever standing in the way

You could be mistaken, lost in how it ends
'Cause only in the movies things make sense
Let every stupid story take away your doubts
'Cause only in the movies things work out
'Cause only in the movies things work out

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Only In The Movies - Lyrics - Making The Grade - Diffuser

Title: Only In The Movies
Album: Making The Grade
Artist: Diffuser
Composer(s): Tomas Costanza

Lyric:
She's burning out on apathy, unsure of where she wants to be
If she could change the world, I think she'd rather sleep

18 and feeling out of place, frustrated that she can't relate
Knee deep in disillusion of her mental state

In time you will learn to stand upon your feet
'Cause only in the movies can you replay every scene
Until it comes out clean

Move to a lower east side dorm, she's got no friends to call her own
Still can't get used to living far away from home

So bored to death of being bored, ambition seems to go ignored
Her disposition is decaying at the core

In time you will learn to stand upon your feet
'Cause only in the movies can you replay every scene
Until it comes out clean

All things are good and some are bad, it's a really what you make of it
You're locked inside a world that's planned out just for you

She's burning out on apathy, unsure of where she wants to be
If she could change the world, I think she'd rather sleep

In time you will learn to stand upon your feet
'Cause only in the movies can you replay every scene
(Until it comes out clean)

Just wait some time, you will learn to stand upon your feet
'Cause only in the movies can you replay every scene
Until it comes out clean

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B - Boy Bouillabaisse - Lyrics - Beastie Boys

Title: B - Boy Bouillabaisse
Artist: Beastie Boys
Composer(s): Michael Diamond, Matt Dike, John Robert King, Adam Yauch, Adam Horovitz, Michael Simpson

Lyric:
(A) 59 Christie Street

There's a girl over there
With long brown hair
I took her to the place
I threw the mattress in her face

Took off her shirt
Took off her bra
Took off her pants
You know that I saw

A wick-wick-wack

(B) Get On The Mic

One, two

Right about now I'd like to dedicate a song
Out to my main homie, Mike D

Alright, lets kick it
Ready, go

Get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Let's be real and don't cloud the issue
The rhymes are dope, an M.C. you must listen to
People say that they be missin' me and missin' you
Get on the mic and let's show them like we used to

You say fuck, that yo holmes, fuck this
I'm the king Ad-Whammy, you're Dick Butkus
One half science, and another half soul
Nicknamed Mike D, not Fat Morton Jelly Roll

Got busy in 'Frisco, fooled around in Fresno
Got over on your girlie 'cause you know she never says no

So just get on the mic
Just get on the mic
Get get on the mic
Get on the mic, Mike

Well Mike D is a special individual
Pulling out knots, and pulling in residuals
Go to the movies get the Rolos, the cholos riding slow and low
Mike on the mic and bust with the solo

Mike, my stromy don't be so selfish
Get on the mic 'cause you know you eat shellfish

At the fever

(C) Stop That Train

It's 4:00 AM, I've got the Dr. Hfuhruhurr Ale
I've got nothing to lose, and so I'm pissin' on the third rail
Groggy eyed and fried, and I'm headed for the station
D-Train ride the Coney Island vacation

This one's dedicated to the boofers in the back of the 1 train
They'll be kicking out windows,high on cocaine
And then I jump the turnstyle I lost my last token
Riding between the cars, pissing, smoking

Head for the last car, fluorescent light blackout
Policeman tell my homeboy "Yo, put that crack out"
You know you light up when the lights go down
And then you read the New York Post, Fulton St. downtown

Same faces every day but you don't know their names
Party people going places on the D-Train

{Stop that train, I wanna get off}

Check it

Trench coat wing tip going to work
And you be pulling a train like you're Captain Kirk
Pick pocket gangsters paying their debts
I caught a bullet in the lung from Bernie Goetz

Overworked and underpaid, staring at the floor
Prostitutes' spandex caught in the sliding door
Now your stuck between the stations and it seems like an eternity
Sweating like sardines in a flophouse fraternity

A $50.00 fine for disturbing the peace
The neck, tortoise. Your Lees are creased
Hot cup of coffee and the donuts are Dunkin
Friday night and Jamaica Queens funkin'

Elevated platform, I'm never gonna conform
Riding over the diner where I always get my toast warm
Bust into the conductor's booth andbusted out rhymes
Over the loud speaker about the hard times

Sat across from a man reading El Diario
Riding the train down from the El Barrio
Went from the station to Orange Julius
I bought a hot dog. From who? George Drakoulias

(D) Year And A Day

MC, for what I am, and do
The A is for Adam and the lyrics, true

So as pray and hope and the message is sent
And I am living in the dreams that I have dreamt
Because I'm down with the three, the unstoppable three
Me and Adam and D were born to MC

And my body and soul and mind are pure
Not polluted or diluted or damaged beyond cure
Just lyrics from I to you recited
Arrested, bailed, but cuffed and indicted

Enter the arena as I take the center stage
The lights set low and the night has come of age
Take the microphone in hand as that I am a professional
Speak my knowledge to the crowd and the ed is special

I am the one and I am the master
I am the king and this is my castle
Dwell in realms of now but videos those of the past
Seen a glimpse from ahead and I don't think it's gonna last

And you can bet your ass

I drop the L when I'm skiing, I'm smoking and peaking
I put the skis on the roof almost every single weekend
Can't stop the mindfuck when it's rolling along
Can't stop the smooth runnin's when the shit's running strong

Broke my bindings, the lion with wings
Preaching his word in the B-Boy sing
I am one with myself as I turn to The
I prefer the dreams to the reality

I prefer my life, don't need no other man's wife
Don't need no crazy lifestyle with stress and strife
But it's good to have turn to be a king for a day
Or for a week, or for a year, or for a year and a day

Come what may

I'm fishing in my boat and I'm fishing for trout
Mix the Bass Ale with the Guiness Stout
Fishing for a line inside my brain
And looking out at the world through my window pane

Every day has many colors 'cause the glass is stained
Everything has changed but remains the same
So once again the mirror raised
And I see myself as clear as day

And I am going to the limits of my ultimate destiny
Feeling as though Somebody somewhere is testing me
He who sees the end from the beginning of time
Looking forward through all the ages
Is, was, and always shall be
Check the prophetic sections of the pages

Easy rhyme for the Disco Dave
He goes by the name of Disco Dave

Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave, Disco Dave
Disco Dave
Disco Dave

(E) Hello Brooklyn

Hello Brooklyn

New York, New York, it's a hell of a town
You know the Bronx is up, and I'm Brooklyn down
Because they don't know my name, only know my initials
Building bombs in the attic for elected officials

I quit my job, I cut my hair
You know I cut my boss because I don't care
You tried to get slick, you bust a little chuckle
You're gonna get smacked with my gold finger knuckle

'Cause being as fly as me is something that you never thought of
You'll be sticking up old ladies with the hand gun or the sawed-off
I'm a buffalo soldier, broader than Broadway
Keep keepin' on, I don't care what they say

I play my stereo loud, I disturb my neighbors
I want to enjoy the fruits of my labor

'Cause I am the holder of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you open the book, then you will get your hand slapped
I am the keeper of the 3-pack Bonanza
If you ask a question, then you will get your answer

Her breast, I saw, I reached, I felt
M.O.N.E.Y. the belt
I stay at home just like a hermit
I got the jammy but I don't got the permit

You know why?
You got a boyfriend and his name is Nick
Annabelle caught with the shrimpy limp dick
I ride around town cause my ride is fly
I shot a man in Brooklyn {just to watch him die}

(F) Dropping Names

(Take PCP)

He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost
She's slippin through his fingers as she's movin' out to the coast
He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost

Well if your world was all black, and if your world was all white
When yhen you wouldn't get much color out of life now, right?
I'm nicknamed Shamrock, but my name is not Shamus
Girlies on the tip because my homey is famous

My name is not O'Houigheighi, nor is it Brian
If I said that I was weak man, you know I'd be a lying
Suckers try to bite, they try to pursue it
{Yea explain to musician. Them knew it, but them can't do it}

(G) Lay It On Me

Lay it on me now
Not so hard man

Yo, I got Chinese eyes and Chinese suits
Smokin' much Buddha and smokin' much boots
More updated on the hip-hop lingo
My favorite New York Knick was Hawthorne Wingo

Met a girl at a party and I gave her my card
Man you know that it said Napoleon Bonaparte
Peepin' out the colors, I be buggin' on Cezanne
They call me Mike D, Joe Blow, the Lover Man

Well, your face turns as red as your glass of wine
That you spilled on my lyrics as you wasted my time
Girl you should be with me you should drop that bum
'Cause I got more flavor than Fruit Stripe Gum

With that big round butt of yours, I'd like to butter your muffin
I'm not bluffin'
Serve you on a platter like Thanksgiving stuffin'
Stuffin', stuffin'

Stuff it buddy

(H) Mike On the Mic

Here's another one for ya'll to peep
It's called MIKE on the MIC, see?

I met this girl last night with a peculiar cackle
I laid the bait and then she took the tackle
Had too much to drink at the Red Lobster
Now the room is spinning around like the blades of a helicopter

I've never met a girl that was too finicky
If the press has their way then they're going to finish me
You might know this, but you've never been to see
If I ate spinach I'd be called Spinach D

I shed light like cats shed fur
Ride around town like a Raymond Burr
I'm so high that they call me Your Highness
So If you don't know me then pardon my shyness

I live in the Village, wherever I go I walk to
I keep my friends around so I have someone to talk to
I play my music loud because you know it's got clout to it
{It's a trip, it's got a funky beat, and I can bug out to it}

(I) A.W.O.L

DJ Hurricane

When Mike D's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

Adrock's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When MCA's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
I go A.W.O.L.

When Hurricane's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
He goes A.W.O.L.

Saint James in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible], whatchyu gonna do?
Got busy in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Dust Brothers in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Mike G in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Whodini's in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
Hollis Crew, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?
[Incomprehensible] is in the house, whatchyu gonna do?

Jazzy Jay in the house
Bad Brains in the house
Original Concept in the house

Good night Amsterdam

Now I want you all to break this down

To all the girls
To all the girls

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Family - Lyrics - Nastradamus - Nas

Title: Family
Album: Nastradamus
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Kejuan W Muchita, Damon Blackmon, Albert J Johnson, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Yo
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin' green that's keepin' us goin'
Allah Havoc gettin' right on them 747

Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin' green that's keepin' us goin'
Unconditional love showin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Forty decide, on the first side right

Me and my Dunns come from the slums
You can't take the slums out my Dunns
And that's how it is, that's how we live
Sometimes I find myself wearin' the same shit for days
Not carin' 'bout what they gon' think or say
I got that, "I don't give a fuck" in me, it's stuck in me
That's how I 'vantage over y'all niggaz, y'all too pretty
We too gritty, like Sanford and Son
(What)

Too grimy like Pigpen with jewels on
See we the top rap niggaz, the Q-Dogs
You got a lot of nerve, puttin' out them songs
Knowin' that my niggaz come strong, so let's get it on
We just gettin' warm, operation "Quiet Storm"
Silent wars or we silence the fours
Half P and I's got it in the smash for sure
Now it's movies and soundtracks
This is where your career stop at

Aiyyo, I drink to that
I'm like a dictionary, y'all rappers exam me
You ballet? They read your obituary in front your family
You should idolize Nas in the flesh
Don't wait 'til I'm dead to say I was the best, no doubt
We shot hoops with coathangers, got loot with dopeslangers
Sold soap to strangers, joked with danger
Rob prostitutes, dodge cops in hot pursuit
Bought weight from rosters, travel hot routes
O.T. commute back and forth
Tell Shorty get that package off

Fuck bein' trapped up North, being told where to eat and shit
Caught a case then I beat the shit
Theives on the block flash badges, nylon jackets
Big white boys with guns yellin', "Freeze black kids!"
Got my niggaz in the pen, eatin' octopus
Wishin' they was on the blocks with us
To watch me and P do it, put the heat to it
Put it out, first day, the whole street knew it
Bitches, hold they pussies and bop to the music
And think deep to it, now who the truest?

Yo
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin' green that's keepin' us goin'
Allah Havoc gettin' right on them 747

Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin' green that's keepin' us goin'
Unconditional love showin'

Yo, you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin' green that's keepin' us goin'
Unconditional love showin'

Are you fam to me, and only fam to me
That can get that close to me
Keep it type strong

Dirty fingernails reachin' in my pocket, pullin' knots out
I daydream of better days in different ways
Out this lifestyle we live, iced out with the big fifth
That's why the burnt leather lean to the left
Even though we gained cash on fish
I'm trapped on reason bein' we ain't all rich
And I'ma be that same nigga for the door
And I'ma still walk the same path, we soon clash
We get stacks, you do the math
We pound niggaz out, walk away and laugh
Fresh from out the lab, P and Nastradamus kid
Rap niggaz shit they drawers

Yo, they probably did
I aircondition y'all niggaz, my prediction is you rewind this
Your highness, Q-Boro's finest
Click your Timbs three times, the wizard is Nas
Grant you a wish, you get rich while listenin' hard
To my thugs in the prisonyard, bench-pressin' 200 pounds and up
Feelin' like you down on your luck
Raise up, I feel your pain, hit the law library

Appeal the game, all eyes on me
Restrained from, bein' looked at as uncivilized
We epitomize thug song, y'all niggaz get mad
Jealous rappers is puss, ain't got no style
No heart and no look, shook
Get stole on, my niggaz move right in the moonlight
Y'all niggaz get done, I pee on them son, they a small issue
We too official, blue steel pistols
Teflon vests, it's no contest we hit you

Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me
Keep it type strong
Blowin' green that's keepin' us goin'
Unconditional love showin'

Yo, yo, yo, yo
Forty decide, forty-first side right

Yeah, youknahmsayin'? Not for nuttin', baby
Knahmsayin' wanna give a shout out to my peoples
You know what I mean? Gamble, Ill Will
Killa Black, my brother
It's never gonna be another
Word up

Yeah, you know how we do things

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Skateaway - Lyrics - Making Movies - Dire Straits

Title: Skateaway
Album: Making Movies
Artist: Dire Straits
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

Lyric:
I seen a girl on a one way corridor
Stealing down a wrong way street
For all the world like an urban toreador
She had wheels on, on her feet

Well, the cars do the usual dances
Same old cruise and the curbside crawl
But the rollergirl, she's taking chances
They just love to see her, take them all

No fear, alone at night
She's sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones are tight
And the music's playing loud

Hallelujah, here she comes, Queen Rollerball
In an Enchante, what can I say, care at all

You know she used to have to wait around
She used to be the lonely one
But now that she can skate around town
She's the only, only one

No fear, alone at night
She's sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones are tight
And the music's playing loud

She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station
And a rock 'n' roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means

And the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl don't worry
DJ play the movies all night long

She tortures taxi drivers just for fun
She like to read their lips
Says, "Toro, toro taxi see ya tomorrow, my son"
I swear, she let a big truck graze her hip

Ah, she got her own world in the city, yeah
You can't intrude on her, no, no, no
She got her own world in the city
The city's been so rude to her

No fears, alone at night
Sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones so tight
And the music's playing loud

She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station
And a rock 'n' roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means

But the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl don't worry
DJ play the movies all night long, all night long

Slippin' and a-slidin'
Yeah, life's a rollerball
Slippin' and a-slidin'
Skateaway, that's all
Skateaway

Shala, shalay, hey, hey, skateaway
Now shala, shalay, hey, hey
She's singing shala, shalay, hey, hey, skateaway

Shala, shalay, hey, hey

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Limos, Demos &Amp; Bimbos - Lyrics - War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc - Ice Cube

Title: Limos, Demos &Amp; Bimbos
Album: War & Peace Vol. 1: The War Disc
Artist: Ice Cube
Composer(s): Lionel, Jr. Hunt, O'Shea Jackson, Andy Summers, Ricky Cousins

Lyric:
(Hey, did you hear that?)
Yeah, just get the fuckin' door

Limos, demos and bimbos
(Hey, slow this motherfucker down, man)
Limos, demos and bimbos

Hit the sunroof and let's contemplate the freaks we can run through
Got the chauffer pullin' over
Snatch one inside, she wanna ride with this mission
Close the partition, he like to listen
All fuckin', no kissin', just smokin' and drinkin'
Super vets in a super stretch Lincoln
Think 'bout the good ol' days of hip hop
In its purest form before the eye of the storm

I could give a fuck about you hatin' on my way
To the coliseum with seventeen-five waitin'
They scream for the limousine, it's all clean
Tinted, your shit is rented, you know we spend it
While you worry 'bout the five mics, I'm in the limelight
Wit movies comin' out, yo' time is runnin' out
I just finished doin', 'Live At The Apollo'
Indication from my driver, damn, we're bein' followed

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm livin' so trife)

Caught him in motion, had me potent, let him know about the showin'
And how I'm knowin' to keep it cracked open
Cans of ass-beatin', plus on how I crash meetin's
And have your whole staff leavin half-breathin'
Got shit to hold my own, big bucks
But Khop's soon to run it through 'em, nigga check nuts
Put to the test, then put two to rest
Wiped out with lights out, two to the chest

Hold it now tell a few, legitimate
We loaded for revenue, let's get this shit
And split this shit for three days, count it three ways
Nigga fuck, what he say, havin' heat pays
It's all about the thoroughbred, top choice with the voice
That keep [Incomprehensible] moist
Mr. Short Khop expected the truest, dare you niggas step to us
I stay connected til' death do us

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus)

The alley was pitch black, I'm in the back of this black Lac
These fuckers pull up in a ac
They don't understand the impact
Two thousand dollar, three-piece suit, can you spend that?
They call me the Don Mega
'Cos I'm down to play a double-header in stormy weather
Superstar, goddamn them niggas got me
Stop the car and blast the paparazzi

You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life
You're livin' so trife, you need Jesus in your life
I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus in my life

Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm only fuckin' with the)
Limos, demos and bimbos
(I'm livin' so trife, I need Jesus)

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Spanish Fly - Lyrics - On My Way to Church - Jim Jones

Title: Spanish Fly
Album: On My Way to Church
Artist: Jim Jones
Composer(s): Thomas Earl Simons, Jim Jones

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Lyric:
I seen it all from a player's eyes
Look at this world from my latest ride
We knock 'em all if you let this slide
This how you ball if you a major guy
With alcohol and a hazy high

The city lights in the jaded sky
I had this girl, wanna make her mine
I can't lie, I was interested in her
We shared a bed in the club and even crept to dinner

It's such a funny situation
'Cause I knew she had a man in the ave by reputation
I get around I'm just a product of my occupation
I asked her number and she contemplated
I'm losin' patience and it's startin' to get flagrant

Seize the moment or forever regret it
Three in the mornin' and I'm stressin' to catch her
Creepin' up on her and applyin' the pressure
Me and my homey A don't think I can get her, uh but

It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin'
Smokin' gettin' high with the daisy
Thinkin' 'bout makin' you my lady, maybe
You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure
Slow hit it from the back, I do it better
She left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her

You seekin' love is watchin' movies on and off the stations
Those commercials was our intermissions
For the [Incomprehensible] and the tongue-kissin' and one instance
Turns some heated touchin' to some freaky fuckin'

My situation is a bit of trouble
See this affair is a bit of struggle
And my persona and my thuggish morals
That was enough to start a lover's quarrel

Since she had a man but he wasn't loyal
Got loose enough just to open up
It be the mornin 'fore he sober up
I call the shit like Punky Brewster
And she never met a thug loser
Star nigga party with the snub shooter

My thug True is probably posted in back
We party hard, get so crazy
And we smoke and drink 'gnac
I'm tryin' to slide in the night on some smutty sex
Niggaz beepin' my phone to ask me did I get her yet

It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin'
Smokin' gettin' high with the daisy
Thinkin' 'bout makin' you my lady, maybe
You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure
Slow hit it from the back, I do it better
She left me with a kiss and I let her, never sweat her

It's gettin' nervous now 'cause the word in town
Is that your man got the word that we done flirtin' 'round
In your Beemer merkin' 'round foreplay in the hallways
So now we hit the house and pull the curtains down

We laugh and we joke, we drink and I pass you the smoke
Smack your ass when you walk, when fuckin' I grab and you joke
Have sex at night as we lay and we chill
Your crib, nice apartment, who's payin' the bills

This type of shit'll get you sprayed and you killed
That's that Harlem shit like Mitch shot in 'Paid in Full'
This is not a movie script, some of my truest shit
Selfish premonition, out of sight I'm out of mind
When this nigga gone and missin'

Wishin' she mine, I'm knowin' that she'll never be
This'll be fine, the closest that I'll ever be
I see a chick and she mine, new Goldie of the ghetto B
Niggaz beepin' my phone to ask me did I get her yet

It's crazy, smooth ghetto angel so amazin'
Smokin' gettin' high with the daisy
Thinkin' 'bout makin' you my lady, maybe
You're a bad girl, she say I only want her for my pleasure
Slow hit it from the back, I do it better
She left me with a kiss and I let her

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Around The Way Girl - Lyrics - Mama Said Knock You Out - Ll Cool J

Title: Around The Way Girl
Album: Mama Said Knock You Out
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): Marlon Lu'Ree Williams, Rick James, James Todd Smith

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Lyric:
(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(On your loving)

I want a girl with extensions in her hair
Bamboo earrings
At least two pair
A Fendi bag and a bad attitude
That's all I need to get me in a good mood
She can walk with a switch and talk with street slang
I love it when a woman ain't scared to do her thing
Standing at the bus stop sucking on a lollipop
Once she gets pumping its hard to make the hottie stop
She likes to dance to the rap jam
She sweet as brown sugar with the candied yams
Honey coated complexion
Using Camay
Lets hear it for the girl she's from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Silky, milky her smile is like sunshine
That's why I had to dedicate at least one rhyme
To all the cuties in the neighborhood
Cause if I didn't tell you then another brother would
Your sweet like sugar with your gangster talk
Want to eat you like a cookie when I see you walk
With your rayon, silk or maybe even denim
It really doesn't matter as long as you're in them
You can break hearts and manipulate minds
Or surrender act tender be gentle and kind
You always know what to say and do
Cold flip when you think your man is playing you
Not cheap but petty
You're ready for loving
You're real independent so your parents be bugging
But if you ever need a place to stay
(Oooh you love me)
Come around my way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She's the only one for me
To the bridge
I need an around the way girl

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

Perm in your hair or even a curly weave
With that New Edition Bobby Brown button on your sleeve
I tell you come here
You say meet me half way
Cause brothers been popping that game all day
Around the way you're like a neighborhood jewel
All the home boys sweat you so you're crazy cool
Wear your gold in the summer with your biking shorts
While you watching all the brothers on the basketball court
Going to the movies with your home girls crew
While the businessmen in suits be hawking you
Baby, hair pumping, lip gloss is shining
I think you in the mood for whining and dining
So we can go out and eat somewhere
We got a lot of private jokes to share
Lisa, Angela, Pamela, Renee I love youYou're from around the way

I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
She don't love him
(You got me shook)
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be
(Oooh you love me)
She oh yea
I need an around the way girl
Around the way girl
That's the one for me
The only one for me
I need an around the way girl
An around the way girl
Fine as can be

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

(You got me shook up shook down shook out on your loving)
(You got me shook up shook down shook out)

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Changed Man - Lyrics - Better Dayz - 2pac

Title: Changed Man
Album: Better Dayz
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Lee Jackson, Phalon Anton Alexander, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Nathaniel D. Hale

Lyric:
Shit, I'm a changed man, ay, turn the lights out
Big baller 2Pac up in this bitch
Y'know how we swing this shit, look

By age sixteen I sold to dope fiends
Not yet a drug dealer, but I watched 'em closely
Until they noticed me I got the feds wonderin' who broke the law
Far too inhibited for gunsmoke, I broke his jaw

Words harder than a fuckin' diamond
Mobile phone call to Simon, niggaz trippin' homey, when we ridin'?
Fuck them slowly like Jodeci
And stick a needle in my eye if I don't live and die for M O B

And fuck your homeboys nigga we can drop the guns
I hit your block and we can box for fun
Nigga one on one, last to fall is a baller cat
It's Death Row, why the fuck you think we call it that?

So if you knew me in my past life
Don't act like we homeboys, ain't no love in the fast life
I switch gears on them jealous bitches, who do you fear?
The gameplan of a changed man, so what I'm sayin' is

I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider
(Fuckin' with a changed man)
I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it
(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man)

All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You fuckin' with a changed man)
Changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man

In drop top, the glock cocked, got rocks in my socks
Cops spot Watt niggaz but hardly stop niggaz
Not if they got niggaz, doughboys and hot niggaz
Who mighta shot niggaz but only by strugglin'

I'm for respect nowadays they expect me
To be in a Ferrari or the old SL
Or anything you see flashin' past and can't catch
Dat's me, gauge on the Escalade back seat

Don't creep, oh what you think, T I P and them sweet?
Don't sleep, get you hit from your head to your feet
And you don't know me, I'm fin' ta introduce you to the old me
You walk in, exploded and leave reload

You don't like a rugged nigga, fuck you, blow me
But you will respect me or get it in your neck piece G
No three niggaz here are gonna let me be
Or get you inside there's codes to the streets nigga

I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider
(Your fuckin' with a changed man)
I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it
(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man)

All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You fuckin' with a changed man)
Changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man

A nigga so cold when I flow, bow down to Death Row
Three wheel motion, comin' through coastin'
Who's that nigga in the G-ride screamin' out ?M O B?
Nigga we ride

I hit the charts like a stick-up kid
Number 1 in the nation, I fucked the world
The Judge gave me probation, faced with incarceration
Move tapes like it's big weight, slangin to, the whole nation

Gimme nine, or I'm blastin' on every song
Murder my enemies, I'm mashin' until I'm gone
One love to my thug niggaz and fuck a bitch
'Cause a true sister love niggaz

Throw yo' hands in the air, close your eyes and hope
Never come against the massive smoke on Death Row
My adversaries bleed but fuck 'em all
'Til the talk cease, fuckin' with a changed man

I changed plans but I'm still the same old rider
(You fuckin' with a changed man)
I slang a new dope to the world but the people still buy it
(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man)

All my real thug niggaz, go and get your hands up
You go and drink the Henn' up
(You fuckin' with a changed man)
Changed man, you're dealin' with a changed man
(Nigga you fuckin' with a changed man)

Everybody think they understand me
Shit, you niggaz don't know me
Y'all know that nigga on the rap song
Y'all know that nigga in the movies
You don't know this nigga in 3-D
Real live right up against you in front of yo' face
Shit, nigga you fuckin with a changed man

Westside, Outlaw Immortalz, hehehe
Nigga, you fuckin' with a changed man
Hahaha, you fuckin' with a changed man
Hahaha, I ain't the same, you fuckin' with a changed man
We ain't the same, you fuckin' with a changed man
We ain't the same, fuckin' with a changed man, changed man

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Skateaway - Lyrics - Mark Knopfler

Title: Skateaway
Artist: Mark Knopfler
Composer(s): Mark Knopfler

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Lyric:
I seen a girl on a one way corridor
Stealing down a wrong way street
For all the world like an urban toreador
She had wheels on, on her feet

Well, the cars do the usual dances
Same old cruise and the curbside crawl
But the rollergirl, she's taking chances
They just love to see her, take them all

No fear, alone at night
She's sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones are tight
And the music's playing loud

Hallelujah, here she comes, Queen Rollerball
In an Enchante, what can I say, care at all

You know she used to have to wait around
She used to be the lonely one
But now that she can skate around town
She's the only, only one

No fear, alone at night
She's sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones are tight
And the music's playing loud

She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station
And a rock 'n' roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means

And the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl don't worry
DJ play the movies all night long

She tortures taxi drivers just for fun
She like to read their lips
Says, "Toro, toro taxi see ya tomorrow, my son"
I swear, she let a big truck graze her hip

Ah, she got her own world in the city, yeah
You can't intrude on her, no, no, no
She got her own world in the city
The city's been so rude to her

No fears, alone at night
Sailing through the crowd
In her ears the phones so tight
And the music's playing loud

She gets rock 'n' roll and rock 'n' roll station
And a rock 'n' roll dream
She's making movies on location
She don't know what it means

But the music make her wanna be the story
And the story was whatever was the song, what it was
Rollergirl don't worry
DJ play the movies all night long, all night long

Slippin' and a-slidin'
Yeah, life's a rollerball
Slippin' and a-slidin'
Skateaway, that's all
Skateaway

Shala, shalay, hey, hey, skateaway
Now shala, shalay, hey, hey
She's singing shala, shalay, hey, hey, skateaway

Shala, shalay, hey, hey

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Breakthrough - Lyrics - Bigger & Deffer - Ll Cool J

Title: Breakthrough
Album: Bigger & Deffer
Artist: Ll Cool J
Composer(s): James T Smith, Bobby Erving

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Lyric:
Knuckleheads spreadin' gossip all over town
Every time I drive by you're just standin' around
Hundred-bottles in your pocket, forty-dog in your hand
Don't you know you're just a worker and your boss is my man?
L.L. this, L.L. that, soon as I walk in the place
I wanna take my gun and shoot you in your muthafuckin' face
You're playin' me too close with the schemin' and games
I guess the beef and the bullshit is the price of fame

Movies, records, goin' on tour
Twenty-thousand people hip-hoppin' on the floor
Whole parties body-rockin', and everything's chill
Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill
See, I fought with the devil, made a promise to God
I have experience in goin' all the way to the top
It's harder harder than hard all the suckers are barred
You used to try to talk down now your ego is scarred

See the problem is you want what another man has
His car, his wife, or his razzamatazz
But that's weak, you gotta do work on your own
'Cuz when you're rich you got friends but when you're poor you're alone
So get your own on your own, it'll strengthen your soul
Stop livin' off your parents like you're three years old
Instead of walkin' like you're limp and talkin' yang about me
Why don't you take your monkey-ass and get a college degree?

Or write a rhyme and ride a bike and try to live carefree
Hope my message reaches you before you're seventy-three
A old man, when people ask you what you did with your life
You'll say "I hated L.L. and I carried a big knife"
Every day is a chase, every day is a race
And every day you're being overpowered by my bass
Too much juice to be a deuce, I had to be a ace
It's like the fire's in my eyes and the gun's in my face

I'm stompin' stupid knuckleheads until they bleed
I'm the leader of the show, so it's up to me to lead
I'ma lead you away from drugs and petty crime
Lead you away from wack beats and rhyme
Lead you to that ticket line
So you can come in my show and watch the stars shine
Get busy, not dizzy, wanna teach the young
The last man who didn't listen ended up gettin' hung

Not that I killed him, it's just he didn't wanna trust
The words of a master that's why you must
Take heed to the speech, it's gonna reach your ear
Don't try to say you can't hear 'cause the words are clear
Throwin' flurries, punks scurry and I bury the rest
You better hurry up and rock a rhyme and give it your best
'Cuz tonight's the night we gonna see the big fight
Twelve-gauge on the stage in case it don't go right

E-Love drives a tank, he's strong like a truck
If you're cryin' while you're dyin' we ain't givin' a fuck
L.L. Cool J is on the microphone
Tellin' all you punk ducks "Leave me the hell alone"
'Cuz I'm rated X, born to snap necks
Straight up and down, no special effects
I'm the professor, the teacher, the hip-hop dean
If Russia bombed the U.S., they'd be scared to touch Queens

'Cuz that's where I live, and this is what I give
Turnin' top-notch crews into fugitives
They run, they frightened, they hide from King Titan
Like a sniper when he's shootin' or a viper when he's bitin'
Here I am, tellin' the truth and I'm spreadin' the word to my fellow youth
It goes man-to-man and jam-to-jam
I got hip-hop, rock, and love song fans
All you petty MC's in the state of New York
Gettin' a thousand for a show but you still wanna squawk

Can't get a decent contract, your beats ain't workin'
Dogged-out Pumas plus you're manager's jerkin'
Your mic sounds weak, remember that skeezer
I'm badder than Napoleon, Hitler or Caesar
I'm a hitman, but I'm not for hire, fly girl's desire, the man you admire
Not only on the stage, I rock in the park
And I'm a killer in the daytime, and worse after dark
So don't never ever mess with the king of the sound
L.L. Cool J, the baddest around

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Movies - Lyrics - Bad Azz - Lil Boosie

Title: Movies
Album: Bad Azz
Artist: Lil Boosie
Composer(s): Jeremy Allen, Torence Hatch

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Lyric:
I thank these niggas scared of me, it's cool though
Nigga bump my shit, nigga see me, don't even holla at me
I bump yo' shit, nigga, I'ma holla at you
But fuck it, I'ma real nigga, know I mean?

Before I lay me down to sleep
I know that they don't want no beef
I think these niggas scared
I think these niggas scared

I wanna thank God for blessin' me to hit you wit this recipe
Yeah, you got more bread than me, bitch but I know you scared of me
Bitch, don't wanna holla, bitch, I'm 'bout a dolla
I done came so sick, now I'ma 'Problem Child'

Can't get no features on my album, niggas scared of Lil Boosie
So when they ask me what it do, I'ma tell 'em fuck you
When they mention me, it's negative, it's neva positive
Nigga down talk me but I got alotta skills

Got a yellow that make these niggas suffer
Y'all rappin' and rhymin', I tell life stories mothafucka
You think that you can hold me back, bitch, I been retarded
And I got respect regardless if I don't hit the red carpet

Look, I finna make 'em catch hell, you saw the XXL
Me and my lil' nigga finna scoop a baby G and real nigga
This game a nigga got, I put yo' hoes on my track
Have 'em hoes sellin' top and bottom, that mouf and that cat, bitch

All you niggas wannabe killas, betta know watcha doin'
Open ya eyes while ya shootin', ole scary ass nigga
All you rappers wannabe actors
Betta stay in the movies and don't fuck around wit Boosie
I think they scared, man, I think these niggas scared

I took a walk by the big dogs, niggas turnin' they head
They listen to my music but can't holla, them niggas scared
But it's cool wit me, bitch, you know what Boosie be
In yo' city, on yo' stage, do wat you gon' do to me

After the shows, I'm wit my fans givin' kisses and hugs
While you get bodyguard by mothapunks who wanna be thugs
You niggas lyin' on y'all records, bitch, you got me heated
Hannibal Lecter one of you bitches, cut yo' tongue and make you eat it

They burnin' my CD's, burnin' my CD's
Well, they burnin' my CD's, made the whole hood believe
Now they got my back no matter what
Every street, every alley, every corner wit the fire marijuana

They got Boosie in the deck and Boosie got respect
When them otha rappers hit me, I put goosebumps up on they necks
To his throne I'm a threat, man, I'm young but I'm a vet
Man, I'm right behind you in line, nigga and I'm next

All you niggas wannabe killas, betta know watcha doin'
Open ya eyes while ya shootin', ole scary ass nigga
All you rappers wannabe actors
Betta stay in the movies and don't fuck around wit Boosie
I think they scared, man, I think these niggas scared

You niggas goin' platinum, sellin' more than my clique
But ain't nobody at yo' shows, I know you feel like a bitch
Because your street credit is nuthin' compared to me who thuggin'
And by the way, on a under, you a one hit wonder

And I drop hit after hit, you ain't got to fast forward shit
Just put me in and let me roll, I bet you say, ?He ice cold?
I'm shinin' like a light pole, got niggas lookin' stupid
I got more ice than sum of them clowns who play on movies

And it's bright night, I thank they scared of me
He saw his bitch checkin' me out, now he handcuffin'
If you ain't neva live that life, then don't rap, bitch
If you ain't neva run the streets, you need a map bitch
And a cold cut sandwich

I'ma tell ya, I don't feel that nigga
He only show up once a year, ol' McRrib ass nigga
So I be like, before I lay me down to sleep
I know that they don't what no beef
Arrrgh, man, I think these niggas scared

All you niggas wannabe killas, betta know watcha doin'
Open ya eyes while ya shootin', ole scary ass nigga
All you rappers wannabe actors
Betta stay in the movies and don't fuck around wit Boosie
I think they scared, man, I think these niggas scared

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Dog Intro - Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Title: Dog Intro
Album: Grand Champ
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Bashir Fidai, Earl Simmons, D Trotter

Lyric:
Ruff riders, ride or die, get at these niggaz dog

I don't really trust humans that much these days
Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans
Shit, nothin' like that dog love I tell you
Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull
Yep, thats the only dog for me
You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one a them boy
They make good companions, but even worse enemies
Its all on how you take it

Nothings goes down and I don't get a small piece of
Get the picture, see the beauty and the beast of
The mad man its the bad man is here
'Cause a nigga like me smells wreck in the air
Just be fair, shit that I be doin' to niggaz, and

Get away with the same shit ruining a niggaz
Cover all ground and not roll thick, like the fog
The only motherfucking friend I ever had was a dog
Never ate the hog but glad to say I smoked plenty of 'em
The 5th precinct, the name one of many of 'em

In one verse I'll beat you worse than you mama
I'll fuck around I 'll eat you first like dahmus
I'm a, play that ass out like bomber
Killed the nigga once for lookin' like he wanted drama
I'm buggin', the pain it hurts, I gotta scream, ahh!

Lettin' of a little steam society was just too much
I couldn't hack it, six motherfuckin' years in a straight jacket
But back it wasn't wise for wise for them to let me out the joint
I've never really got better, so I'm not on point

I just might flip, quick, but its too late to be bitchin'
Got more loose screws than the table in your kitchen
I'm itchin', lets hope you ain't around when I scratch
Just like I said before , I eats what I catch

Searchin' shit, will have a nigga hurtin' sick
The dirt you kick, will get you in the dirt an' quick
Word to maze you niggaz is kids, don't play
I'm too old for the jokes you'll get smoke, I don't play

I'm gonna say, whats gonna happen if you force my hand
Some, somewhere will be like, lost my man
Take it to heart its about to get dark so run that
All that shit niggaz talkin', been there done that

What black, think its a act, let me know
But he like what I'm sayin' so shut the fuck up and let me flow
Yo, you think its a game, keep playin'
They gonna find your ass, somewhere in the creek layin'

It's over, you just ain't layed down yet
And in a minute, you gonna be that
Motherfucker that they ain't found yet
Hold off on makin' movies and make moves

Stop talkin' about shit that you cant prove
I'm the mountain you cant move, so why you tryin'?
Lookin' at me stupid wonderin' why you dyin'?
Why you flyin', through the air, wit a big ass hole in your chest?

Wishin' you was holdin' a vest
But its too late for wishes, so you gettin' this rest
Go to sleep, papa will take care of the stress
God bless, and may He have mercy on your soul
Pop, pop! take these two more wit you, on your stroll, nigga

I don't really trust humans that much these days
Shit, fact of the matter is, I trust dogs more than I trust humans
Shit, nothin' like that dog love I tell you
Not just any dog, gotta be a pit bull
Yep, thats the only dog for me
You don't wanna get caught in a pit with one a them boy
They make good companions, but even worse enemies
It's all on how you take it

You know how we do baby, alright
Grand champ, you know how we do
Scratch all day, match all weight
Fuck nigga, cant be fuckin' serious
Raccoon ain't nuttin' but a big cat

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Grandpa Gametight - Lyrics - Murphy Lee

Title: Grandpa Gametight
Artist: Murphy Lee
Composer(s): Tohri Murphy Lee Harper, Jason Epperson

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Lyric:
Hey Ma, what ya need? What ya like?
You can get it from Granpa Gametight
She looks at me and she says
"I wanna go outside in the rain"

So, I took her, so, I took her
I packed all her bags, yes, I took her
I took me a drag then I took her

To be pacific, she in summin' fitted when I visit
Murphy why you gotta go? Oh, just so you can miss it
She like me for my huggin' and kissin' and how I listen
And how I talk wit precision, how I make my decisions

She like my Pimp Juice potion, my motion in the ocean
And how I keep you hot but the Johnson be frozen
How I treat you in the mornin', Mami you know how I be
Gotta job, not a hobby, so I'll walk you to the lobby

Can I at least see you later? Now you know I gotta party
People askin' who ordered, they just victims of me and 'Cardi
They ain't the same when they get out the hood
Man, I offer a fish sandwich and show 'em the goods

I kick fine lines, sometimes, got cool things to say like
?Fuck tomorrow what you doin' today??
Ah, you a baby hey, hey, compliments? okay
Anyway I'm Murphy Lee, you wanna play?

Hey Ma, what ya need? What ya like?
You can get it from Granpa Gametight
She looks at me and she says
"I wanna go outside in the rain"

So, I took her, so, I took her
I packed all her bags, yes, I took her
I took me a drag then I took her

I'm like a new deck of cards, dirt hard to deal wit
Can't live without me and I'm hard to live wit
My toilet don't take no shit
Plus, most women need Murphy Lee like a makeup kit

I'm too nice, my future read two wives
I'm too right wit two dykes in the mirror of a new bike
I'm so, da, da, da, da, da
That the women don't mind comin' out they drawers and bras

For the young brotha, the Young Dude, we young dudies
Yours truly, baby, you and Murphy Lee the Skoolie, homeboy
Still cool, movies in the jacuzzi
Eatin' French fries wit belly warmers and wives

See I try to do right but the women keep callin'
They like bill collectors, they won't stop callin'
St Louis, hello? I just wanna go outside

Hey Ma, what ya need? What ya like?
You can get it from Granpa Gametight
She looks at me and she says
"I wanna go outside in the rain"

So, I took her, so, I took her
I packed all her bags, yes, I took her
I took me a drag then I took her

Sometimes, I feel like I'm from Georgia
'Cause I got G A M E
I'm a pimp, that's fo' sho, then I Boom like Benny
I only seen a few but I've been through plenty
And that plenty don't believe that I'm 20

I got this lady 31, she be like, "Damn, he young"
Like Pamela, I deal wit her and her son
I'd be hittin' her and her blunt
And when it cost too much, I'd buy her friends and her lunch

See, I'm summin' like a playa man, summin' you know nuttin' about
Lost the words, man, nuttin' it ya mouth
My women like to say, "Down South"
Yes, Yes, I guess the Midwest would the middle of my chest

Love the attention that the ladies provide
I'm a Sagittarius that need a nice variety
I'm Bad Boy like Mike Lawrey, call the fireman
All my workin' ladies be in on Saturday

Hey Ma, what ya need? What ya like?
You can get it from Granpa Gametight
She looks at me and she says
"I wanna go outside in the rain"

So, I took her, so, I took her
I packed all her bags, yes, I took her
I took me a drag then I took her

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Sometimes - Lyrics - Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies - Bowling For Soup

Title: Sometimes
Album: Bowling for Soup Goes to the Movies
Artist: Bowling For Soup
Composer(s): Zac Maloy, Jaret Reddick

Lyric:
You've got me under your thumb
Sometimes I feel so dumb
You put a smile on my face
But only sometimes

You make me weak in the knees
I think it's cute when you sneeze
I think your shoes are so cool
Sometimes

You talk too much for me to figure out my motivation
Don't you know that you're the only one?

Sometimes, it's not the things you say
Sometimes, you're just in the way
Sometimes, I feel like I can't live without you

Sometimes, I swear you make me sick
Sometimes, I just want to kiss you
And tell you, "I love you, sometimes"

You say, you think I'm a square
Don't like the clothes that I wear
You know, I really don't care
Well, maybe sometimes

We made out at the show
I think, I should let you know
That you could sure use a breath-mint
Sometimes

You talk too much for me to figure out my inspiration
Don't you know that you're the only one?

Sometimes, it's not the things you say
Sometimes, you're just in the way
Sometimes, I feel like I can't live without you

Sometimes, I swear you make me sick
Sometimes, I just want to kiss you
And tell you, I love you, sometimes

Now, I'm not saying that I'm really
Any better man
I swear she's such a pretty girl
A pretty girl

I know, she has her days
And looks at me exactly the same way

I know, sometimes I bring her down
But every once in a while
I make her smile

Sometimes, it's not the things you say
Sometimes, you're just in the way
Sometimes, I feel like I can't live without you

Sometimes, it's not the things you say
Sometimes, you're just in the way
Sometimes, I feel like I can't live without you

Sometimes, I swear you make me sick
Sometimes, I just want to kiss you
And tell you, "I love you"

For you, I'd eat Tofu and I don't like Tofu
But you make me so happy, sometimes

Sometimes, you make me so happy sometimes
Sometimes, you make me so happy sometimes
Sometimes, you make me so happy sometimes

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Ya Know How It Goes - Lyrics - Grand Puba

Title: Ya Know How It Goes
Artist: Grand Puba
Composer(s): Maxwell Dixon, Allen A. Jones Jr., Otis Redding, Alvertis Isbell

Lyric:
Yo Doogie let's hit this off yo
Aiyyo check this
Yo Rob Sutton hit the button
Ha, yeah!

You know what time is it
You know what time is it
You know what time is it
Check it, check it, check it out, yo

I beg your pardon who's the one with the roughness?
Super extra toughness, Grand Puba
See I'm the chosen, I keep the snakes frozen
Check out how I blows in, girl it feels good when it goes in

Here's the situation, supreme motivation
Helps me get the loot and then I knock the boots
I jump high like Jordan, flash like Gordon
'Bos, Girbauds and shorts is probably what I'm sportin'

Fuck what you heard, this is what you need to hear
It's the same as last year, so step to the rear
'Cause when I was a shorty couldn't wait to drink my first 40
Find an ex-shorty in the hallway and get naughty

Jump on the elevator, hit the lights out
My mom's was a yardie so my pop's kept a stout
Ooh a young boy tipsy, that's without a doubt
It wasn't hard to tell what the Puba was about

Love the ladies lovely used to do it on my knees
Certain honey got a problem, go see Puba he can ease ya
Here I am and here I stand
Honey all that good shit tell me, who's the man?

From, here to Bangkok, I sign my John Hancock
On the contract, it's like 1-2-3 contact
Kick shit on the really 'cause I do it on the daily
Straight to the hole like my man Malik Seally

I hit stunts, on occasion smoke blunts
My mom's don't like me 'cause I wear gold fronts
If honey wants to flam it's no thing to me at all
Alamo and Stud Doogie, it's time to have a ball

I'm a go-getter, and I'm out to go-get
If you're makin' movies, cancel that shit
You're still makin' movies? Man, get your cordercam
Oops, camcorder, but shit you know the order

Couldn't get no skins, until you got a Benz
Didn't have no friends 'til you started makin' ends
I see it daily, weekly monthly yearly
Think you got it goin' on? Really

I never sold gems to the bums in the slums
Only robbed devils, made a few number runs
Brothers round my way they like to blabber at the gums
Just jealous 'cause I got it by the tons

Twenty fifty hundred is how I count my bills
Then I take it slow because it runs into the mills
Brothers try to step to this but all they catch is chills
No frills, Puba pays the bills

Ron Studda spin the wheel back like his name was Pat Sajak
On wheel of fortune, that's how we keep it scorchin'
Alamo hey, Sadat X hey, baby pop hey, now let me keep it rollin'
This is just the way I move to keep my pockets swollen

Lights, cameras, action here comes Mr. Satisfaction
I be maxin' and relaxin' 'til it's time to jump in the action
Now for grown I speak with a tone which I choose to call my own
Ghetto prone I guard the zone like the kid from Home Alone

Type of style that flows for days it's like it pays to save amaze
Now I be careful on the lays because the aids are nowadays is
Grand Puba, S.O.S., Stud Doogie, Alamo
You know how the shit go

So big Jeff hey, B.R. hey, Tislam hey, Jael hey
Stud Doogie hey, Alamo hey, and Uptown hey, Brooklyn hey
And here we go here we go make the dough yo
Here we go, here we go, make the dough yo

Now check it y'all I'd like to say peace
For all the Gods and the earths and the people of the universe
Wanna let you know the black man come first
So don't act up 'cause you might leave in a hearse

Yo check this yo
I wanna give a big up to all my now rule people
You know the flavor, projects M.O
Lincoln Ave M.O., you know what I'm sayin'?
City park in the dark, M.O., you know what I'm sayin'?

Big up big up to all my people
All that other shit is dead, dead, dead
Word up
I wanna give a big up to the stinkin' Lincoln mob

You know what I'm sayin'?
And we gonna bounce off like this
Y'all know the flavor, a-b-c

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